The Gunslinger
Copyright© 2026 by Techman1952
Chapter 2: The Whorehouse
Western Sex Story: Chapter 2: The Whorehouse - Slim Pickett was born in 1849, when he was fourteen years old he saw his father killed by raiders, the remnants of a Confederate gang. He killed his first men that day with a rifle while protecting his mother and two sisters from rape. This is the story of those years before becoming a lawman, the money he made and the beginning of his legend!
Caution: This Western Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Coercion Consensual Rape BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Western Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Daughter Light Bond Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Nudism Prostitution Violence
I fixed myself some eggs and bacon for breakfast along with coffee. Then I saddled Betsy and gathered the reins to the other four horses and we headed to town. The last asshole I had thrown over the sorrel naked, I wasn’t going to dress the son of a bitch! The people in town stared at me as I led the horses to the Sheriff’s office. I went to the door, it was locked! It was after eight o’clock, I pounded on the door! I had other things to do! I didn’t want to stand here with four bodies that were already starting to stink! When he didn’t come to the door still I pounded on it some more! Finally I heard him yell,
“Hold your horses damn it! I’m coming, don’t pound on the fucking door! My head hurts enough as it is!”
He finally opened the door and looked up at my face,
“What the fuck do you want, boy?”
“I want you to do your fucking job Sheriff! That’s what I want! Come out here and identify these dead bastards that killed my dad and tried to rape my mother and sisters!”
“Boy, you can come back later, they’ll still be dead!”
“No sir! You’ll do it right fucking now! Just cause you’re hung over doesn’t give you the right to make me wait for your sorry ass! Get out here now and tell me what these assholes are worth and what they were wanted for!”
“Boy, you’re not the boss of...!”
I cut off his sentence by pulling my revolver from its holster, quicker than I could imagine, and sticking it in his nose.
“I’m not a boy, Sheriff! I’ve killed three men and I’m not willing to put up with your fucking lazy ass shit! Now get your wanted posters and get out here and help me identify them!”
The Sheriff’s eyes got as big as saucers, his bluster gone, he turned and without another word picked up a stack of wanted posters and came outside with them. He helped me take the bodies off the horses and lay them out side by side. Then we went through the handbills one at a time. Not all of them had a picture of the person, but most of them did. One by one we found them. The last guy was known as Black Jack McCall and was worth $500. He was wanted for rape and murder. The others were all wanted for various crimes, robbery, petty larceny, and rape. They were all worth $150! The Sheriff wrote out a certificate for $950.00! He asked that I give him some money for burial of the assholes. I laughed at him and told him to drag the bushes and leave um! I wasn’t going to give him a dime for giving them a proper burial!
He did say that the horses and their gear were all mine to keep. I insisted that he put that in writing just in case someone was to question my ownership of them. I went to the bank and had them place my name on my dad’s bank account, it had fifty bucks in it. I paid off the mortgage to our property and buildings. Then I went to the McCready’s General Store to pay our bill.
Justin McCready was the major player in town. He owned almost everything, the store and next to it was the Gold Nugget Saloon, which was also the whorehouse. They were attached and a pair of batwing doors led from the store into the saloon. Justin was NOT happy to see me! It was then that I put two and two together and realized that he was the most likely person to want my mom and sisters for his whores! I looked him dead in the eyes and told him,
“McCready, if I find out you were the one to pay the men that visited us yesterday and killed my pa and attempted to rape my mother and sisters, I will kill you!” I stared him down, and he looked away. I paid him with a brand new gold fifty dollar coin that may have come from him in the first place. He gave me some change after I bought three twenty round boxes of forty four caliber ball and paper cartridges. I bought both my mother and sisters new dresses. Myself a pair of blue jeans, a nice shirt, and a cowboy hat, a Stetson. It was my very first hat!
I walked into the saloon in my new duds, I just wanted to see what it was like. I didn’t want a drink, and I didn’t need a whore with all the pussy I had at home. I just wanted to look around. Then I turned around to walk back out and saw her!
Her name was Mary O’Malley, she was in my same grade at school. At least she had when I had been able to go to school! It was just too far, an hour there meant leaving at six thirty in case I ran into bad weather or something. Then at least an hour home. It had been a one room schoolhouse. I hadn’t been going for the last year. I had always liked Mary, she was a pretty redhead with fairly large breasts.
“Mary! What are you doing here!”
“Slim! What are you doing here? This is so embarrassing!”
“Mary, what happened to your folks, your sister and brothers?”
Look, I can’t talk to you here, you have to take me to my crib! You’ll have to pay for a blowjob or a fuck! Otherwise McClearie will beat me!”
“Ok, I’d like to see you naked, I’ve always had a crush on you!”
I guess if you pay the money you can do whatever you want to me! Everyone else has!” She said as she began crying.
She led me to a small room upstairs and at the end of a long hallway. Sounds of fucking came from rooms on both sides of it at every door. Springs squeaking and men grunting and girls or women moaning and crying. I followed her through the door. Next to her room through the walls I could hear muted screams of a girl in pain!
She started to take off her clothes, I stopped her!
“Mary I wasn’t serious, I said it because I knew McCreary was listening! Just tell me what’s happened!”
“A week ago four men rode into our field where my father and brothers were hoeing the corn rows. They shot them all in cold blood! They only had their hoes! Then they came to the house and caught us hanging the wash on the lines to dry! They told us all to strip or die! We stripped right there in the yard! Then they made us have sex with them, they threatened to cut off our tits and feed them to the hogs! Then they had us hitch up the wagon and follow them here to the back of this building. We were already naked, they hadn’t let us dress. Mr. McCreary was waiting for us, he knew we were coming! He gave us these thin shifts and brought us to our rooms. My mother killed herself yesterday! She broke a bottle and cut her wrists! My younger sister is who you hear screaming next door! Three men took her to her room twenty minutes ago! I don’t like to think about what three men are doing to her!”
Enraged, I got up and went next door. I didn’t bother trying the knob, I just kicked the flimsy thing in! Inside, fourteen year old Jenny, was being brutally fucked in all her holes! One in her asshole, one in her pussy and the third had his cock buried in her mouth! They turned and looked at me, my hand suddenly held my gun, I don’t know how that happened, it was just there! In a voice as cold as the ice in a fast moving stream I told them,
“You have exactly until I count to five to get out of this room and out of my sight! If I ever see you again I will shoot you down like the rabid dogs you are! To do this to a fourteen year old girl, you would have to be a very sick fucking dog! ONE, I pulled back the hammer, TWO, I aimed at the one whose cock was in her mouth, THREE, I pulled the hammer all the way back! FOUR, they were still staring at me and doing nothing to leave, I shot the ear tip of the guy with his cock in Jenny’s mouth. FIVE! Their naked butts were trying to fit through the open door at the same time! It would have been funny except for the shape Jenny was in!
Her tits were already showing the signs of bruising, her asshole was open and bleeding, her pussy was stretched and also bleeding. Had I seen those things before they left I think I would have shot their balls off!
“Get dressed Jenny! We’re leaving!”
I went back to Mary and told her to get dressed to leave. She told me,
“We don’t have any other clothes, Slim! He keeps us here every day and night! If we aren’t sucking cocks we’re being fucked in our pussy or our asshole twenty or thirty times a day seven days a week.”
“I’ll bring you something to wear, just wait a few minutes!”
I went downstairs and around the corner into the store. Justin McCreary wasn’t there, a woman was behind the counter. I asked her,
“Where is Mr. McCreary and who are you?”
I’m his wife, Mrs. McCreary! What’s it to you?”
“Do you know how he gets his whores?”
“What are you talking about? He doesn’t keep or have any whores!”
“Really? You don’t know about the brothel right over your head?”
“There is no such thing! We are God fearing Christian’s and go to church every Sunday!”
I went to a rack of dresses and pulled two off the rack before turning back to her.
“Come with me!”
“I’ll do no such thing young man!”
My Colt appeared in my hand again,
“You don’t have a choice, ma’am! You need to see this! You need to know where a lot of your money comes from! The way in which your husband gets women and girls to become his whores! Let’s go, into the saloon, on the bench by the stairs are the girls, choose the one you want to talk with. I’ll pay for her time.”
We walked through the door and turned to the right, sitting on the bench were four girls from fourteen to eighteen dressed in the same color thin clothed shift that came to mid thigh and was so thin I could easily see their nipples and pubic hair. Mrs. McCauley looked at them in shock! I began to understand that she really had no idea that her husband ran a brothel.
“Which girl shall we pick?” I asked her. She pointed at the youngest girl. The girl got up and led us up the stairs and into her crib. She didn’t waste any time, she pulled the shift over her head and lay on the bed naked with her legs spread. She started playing with her pussy.
“Mrs. McCreary, it’s nice to see you again! Do you want the usual?” The girl asked.
I was confused for a minute but I rapidly was understanding, Mrs. McCreary was like my mother. Sure enough she knelt and began sucking the girl’s pussy like she was starving! She pulled her dress up and over her butt exposing her bare ass and pussy. Her pussy was getting wet, I watched as her pussy lips spread and were getting wetter. She wagged her ass at me! She wanted me to fuck her!
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