When my older sister Becci moved up to junior high school, she quickly developed some issues that kinda prevented her behaving towards me like a decent human being. One day when I was fourteen she went way too far and framed me for stealing beer. Our father massively over-reacted. I took the nuclear option. No winners here; we all lost out.
War is Hell! I think after so many of them we found that out. When the participants are someone you love, family even, then the 'gloves' come off and the only important thing is to 'kill' the bastards before they kill you. Family, to us that had a whole new meaning. It inspired what many would think of as 'extreme' measures. Screw it, they started it, now we were going to finish it; our way.
Jon looked back at the trio and Sally had put her hands behind her back and he could swear she was unclipping her bra strap; yes she was, what the fuck was she doing.
Billy Harris signs on as the scout for a cattle drive headed to Abilene on the original Chisholm Trail in 1867. Along the way, he mostly makes use of his much more popular talent with the ladies, and his men friends learn a few things, too. This is a short story with a lot of shootings, but little of it is gunpowder.
This story is a follow-on to The Barn, which should be read first as it is the entire basis for this story. This story starts off slow, and there is not much sex in the first half-dozen chapters.
Two couples, all high school students, all virgins, park at the wrong place on the wrong evening. An ex-con abducts them for the pleasure of his holed up bank robbing gang. The girls are thoroughly broken in. Another of the gang looking for more supplies finds two more beautiful young teens; they are from the same school as the first two. A rape fest ensues while the gang waits for the heat to cool down. The girl's cunts and asses never get a chance to cool off.