Evil Denied

Four Days Later

Sessina glanced up and down the side alleyways behind the general store. Both pack mules were fully loaded and ready to go as was her horse.

She always came to town on Thursdays. Usually it was just for a few items, but mostly just for the chance to get off the ranch and breathe in a little civilization for a while, even if it was a mostly hostile civilization.

Today was different. Her father had actually forbidden her to come to town.

She hadn't listened though. They simply weren't set up for a fight. Now when she got the supplies back home, especially the several hundred rounds of ammunition packed on the one mule, they would be ready as ready as one could be when one's army amounted to an old man, a wounded boy and a girl not yet 20 years old.

Sessina was all of 18 years old and she knew that she was headstrong and yes, even able to admit that she was a brat, but right now it seemed like her family's only chance at survival lay upon her. She felt woefully inadequate for the task.

Her father simply wasn't thinking strategically. In fact, she feared that he had already resigned to the belief that they would all be dead soon.

That was not the case for Sessina. She wanted to live!

Maybe her father was tired of life, but she was not. Sadly though she had cost them all their best chance at survival.

Not one day went by that she wasn't painfully reminded of that. The drifter's taste was still in her mouth and the imprint of his hands on her back and bottom could still be felt in a phantom sensory sort of way even if they were still not there physically.

True to his word he had left town. Bitterly Sessina tightened up the last pack, wishing for the thousandth time that she had not slapped the man.

Regardless of what he would've done to her no doubt many times by now it didn't change the fact that instead of being high up and safe at the ranch house she was now here in town and an open target for their many enemies, when it could have been him here in her place getting these much-needed supplies.

Hindsight was just that though. It did her no good now.

Swinging into the saddle she thanked the store owner graciously for his help and quietly made her way out of town. The store owner was a good man and it had been him to suggest to her that it would be safer to load the mules behind the store than in front, especially given the large purchase of ammunition.

She'd taken his friendly advice instantly and now she headed out of town tugging on the lead ropes of the mules. She cleared the city limits and headed quickly for home across the plateau.

She did not see the five riders lying in wait in an arroyo just outside of town. Slowly they filed their horses out of the arroyo and followed after the girl.

With the business they had in mind they wanted her farther away from any factors of civilization that might choose to interrupt their plans for her. The girl did not see them as they kept back from her, and by the time she gave up on looking behind her for signs of pursuit now in confidence that she would reach home unscathed was exactly when they began to close the distance.

She noticed them too late. Dropping the lead ropes of the slower mules in desperation, she made to make a run for it, but her horse was shot out from underneath her, and she went flying through the air as her mount pitched head over heels.

Sessina cried out when she landed against the hard ground with an abrupt thump that knocked the air from her lungs. Before she could really make sense of what was up or down, she felt hands busy at work upon her and then the sounds of laughter.

It was the sound of soulless men at play. In alarm Sessina came to her senses, but it was too late.

Her head whipped about as she took in the reality that ropes had been tied off to her hands and feet. Instead of being bound off to anything stationary though she witnessed the laughing men walking away towards their horses.

All but one of the men that is. Curly stood before her.

His face was still badly swollen, but he was smiling, "About time you woke up to the fun that's about to begin. Okay boys, string her up for me."

Sessina scrambled to get up, but the ability to do so was abruptly taken away from her as her arms and legs were pulled outward with a force she simply couldn't resist against. Crying out in fear her head whipped about as she beheld the others mounted up as they all headed their mounts outward from her so that she was now suspended above the ground completely spread-eagled.

The ropes were cutting into her wrists and ankles painfully, but worst of all was the imagery of Curly standing between her legs. His hands lifted her dress up and sneering, he took out a knife from his belt as he gazed down upon her undergarments.

Held as she was there was literally nothing she could do, but move her head. Tears sprang from her eyes from both the pain of her stretched apart body and the reality of how powerless she was to stop what was about to happen to her.

���Now, sweetheart, it's going to go like this. I'm going to be first and then Frankie over there and well you get the picture I think. About the time we're done with you your hands and feet will be big purple sausages and we'll do you the convenience of just riding on out of here in separate ways that is. I'd like to say you could walk on home after this, but you see it's like this, about half of you is still going to be dragging along the ground behind us like dog bait on a bone!"

Curly and all the gathered men laughed, as if he'd just said the funniest thing in the world and Sessina stared at them in complete shock as her young mind took in the reality of what abject evil could look like walking around on two legs.

Her father was not a religious man. She had never pursued God herself and her brother was the same, but right now with all her being Sessina whispered out as the knife in Curly's hand descended, "Oh God help me!"

Her whisper was barely complete when there was an echoing reverb of gun shots fired one on top of the other. Sessina's head jerked up in hope of the impossible, only to feel her whole body hit the ground again.

In consternation she saw that three of the four ropes had been cut in half by bullets. She was still bound by a fourth, though, but then even as she watched a bullet grazed across the rump of the horse that she was still bound off to and it took off like a scared rabbit taking her along for the ride.

Crying out as she was drug across the ground, she leaned upward, trying to reach the rope bound around her ankle. The effort was impossible though, and she was thrown back down against the ground from the force of being drug.

Another shot rang out and her body came to an abrupt stop, but the horse did not.

"You might want to roll over to those rocks there. I left a shotgun for you there."

Laying on the ground, her head turned and she beheld the Drifter. She didn't even know his name.

Swallowing dryly as new emotion welled up inside of her, she was about to ask what his name was, when bullets began pinging off the rocks surrounding the Drifter like angry hornets on a maddened rampage.

His name could wait. Sessina rolled away out of the open and came up behind some boulders.

Sure enough, there was a shotgun there as promised. Frantically, she tore at the ropes still bound tightly about her wrists and with them gone, she hugged the shotgun close to her.

She looked to where the Drifter had been, but there was no sign of him being there anymore. There was the sound of a war going on.

A man went riding by and with a cry Sessina brought the shotgun up only to stop as she took note of the fact that the man was hunched over too far in the saddle. Sure enough, it wasn't, but a few more strides before he fell like a heavy sack of flour to thump limply against the ground.

The horse kept going and so did the sound of shots from behind her. Sessina warred with the urge to leave her spot and help the Drifter or stay where she was.

It really wasn't much of a war as she found that she simply couldn't move. Try as she might she couldn't even bring her fingers to uncurl from the barrel of the shotgun.

It was like her whole body had been frozen in place and only her mind was left free to roam. Dimly it dawned on her then that the surrounding gunfire had fallen silent.

Anxiously she waited for what would come next her breath coming in quick pants. The sound of the Drifter's warm sounding voice seemed to unfreeze her from her locked in posture as he said from nearby, "Maybe you should hand me that shotgun for the time being."

Sessina's eyes flared open at the sound of his voice. She hadn't even realized that she'd had them shut.

There he was standing there before her as imposing of an individual as ever and yet right now he was something much much more to her. She dropped the shotgun and completely unmindful of how it might seem she launched up off the ground and wrapped her arms as tightly about the man as she could, even as she began to let forth with more emotion than she'd ever expressed before in her life.

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Shaken by the veracity of the girl's death grip about me, I awkwardly worked at what to do with my hands. I wasn't used to being touched and yet she was welcome.

Still, it was with a little awkwardness that I let my arms settle about her consolingly. It had been a long time since I had held someone in an emotional state as she was in right now.

Time went by and I said nothing as there really wasn't anything to say. In her own way she was demonstrating thankfulness and I accepted it as such even as I thanked God for the outcome of the moment being what it was and not what it could have been.

We needed to move on though. Not really wanting to I forced myself to tap her shoulder softly and with reluctance she let go of me.

She'd drenched the front of my shirt with her tears. Her face was red and swollen, but she was as gorgeous to me as ever.

"Stay here, while I round up your mules."

She nodded and reluctantly I left her.

The mules hadn't strayed far. Stopping by her horse, I threw the packs that had been on it onto one of the horses whose owner wouldn't be needing it anymore.

I brought the horse along with the mules to where she still stood. She was looking about and softly, then she asked, "Did you kill all of them?"

"Unfortunately, no, two got away."

"Curly?"

I nodded and saw her shiver. I handed the reins out to her and said, "You better get going."

She stared at the proffered reins in my hand and then slowly her gaze came up to mine. "You're not coming along with me?"

I hated the lost little look I saw in her eyes, but I needed something. Something that she could be the only one to give to me.

"That's up to you. If I come with you, you better full well know why."

She lowered her head and stepping closer to me. She brushed past my proffered hand holding the reins to almost be directly touching my front again.

Brokenly she whispered, "If you want me to I'll beg."

Reaching my hand up I took the soft skin of her chin in hand and lifted her teary-eyed face to gaze once more into mine. "The only thing I want to ever see you beg for is to have my cock thrusting away inside of you."

She blinked, but she didn't move away. Her expressive eyes watched me and slowly, ever so slowly I lowered my head until my breath and her breath washed off each other's lips together.

Staring her fully in the eye I kissed her then. Her eyes closed and virgin that she was, she kissed me back in return.

She'd done that before though, but this time there was no slap that followed. I broke contact with her lips and her eyes opened.

They were completely open to me and without guile. I had one last test to put her through.

I dropped the reins and both of my hands came up to her blouse and started undoing the buttons of it. My gaze stayed on hers and except for a hitched increase in her breathing, she did nothing to stop me.

Her blouse came apart and I looked down upon the sweetly encased cleavage of a beautiful pair of breasts as ever I had seen. My own breathing a bit unsteady I pulled the ribbon of her chemise loose and the weight of her full chest did the rest.

The strings came loose and the material slipped down even as two dusky brown nippled areolas came into view. The girl stood still as I gazed at the wonder of her soft femininity for a long moment.

My hands lifted and all touch of the fabric was gone as it was replaced by my hands instead. The soft, warm abundance of each of her breasts were now born up by the palms of my hands.

The rapid thud of her heartbeat was a thing to be felt. I swept my thumbs up and over her erect nipples and I saw her whole body jerk, but she didn't move away and she did not slap me either.

My eyes lifted away from the perfection of her chest to once more meet her gaze. I saw no traces of anger in her eyes, but bluntly, I said, "Tell me to take my hands off your breasts."

She swallowed nervously and then negatively shook her head no.

Curious, I asked, "Why not?"

I could see that it was very hard for her to speak and to my shame I added to her difficulty by rubbing my thumbs across her now hugely erect nipples once again.

"Because…. because they... they belong to you."

I squeezed gently upon the fullness of her that I held and asked, "These belong to me?"

She nodded and then whispered, "Everything belongs to you."

I let her breasts go and swept my hands up to frame her face that was now full of emotion. Looking her in the eye I said, "You're ready to be my wife?"

Her head nodded in my grasp. I rubbed my one thumb against her full lips and she whispered, "Yes."

"Good." I whispered in reply and then I kissed her. It was a long kiss and when I pulled back from it, I said huskily, "Do me a favor and cover those back up before I'm driven out of my mind and make you mine right here and now."

Forcing myself, I turned away as she brought her clothes back into order and when I turned back the peerless feminine composition of her chest was gone from view. Stiffly I walked to her horse and beckoning to her I then lifted her up onto the seat.

She was very quiet and I let her remain so as I had already pressed her greatly with what I had just done to her, not to mention what she had almost gone through at the hands of other men. I started out leading the mules and she dutifully followed behind not saying a word.

We reached the ranch just as darkness's long shadows were forming. If ever there was relief to be seen on a father's face it was Pedro's.

Sessina's whole countenance was in sharp dejection as she no doubt expected to really hear it from her father and it was on the verge of Pedro's lips to do so, when I spoke up and made something clear from this moment forward. "Sessina go to your room. I'll be there in a bit."

Pedro blinked, but most notably of all Sessina did exactly as ordered. She filed into the house past her startled father and was quickly gone out of view.

Scratching at his head Pedro turned his startled gaze upon me.

"She's been through a lot. She did well to get all these supplies. From here on out we don't go to town anymore. Comprende?"

"Si Senor."

Together we unloaded the mules and the horses and soon everything was packed inside. Rain was beginning to fall outside.

Standing in the house feeling a bit lost I was surprised when Pedro said, pointing down the hall, "There is only one room that way. It was once mine, but I gave it to her years ago because being in it helped her to remind her of her mother."

I nodded. A bit dry mouthed, then I asked, "You're sure you're alright with this Pedro? Once I take her for my own I..."

I stopped talking as Pedro came close. His hands fell down upon my shoulders and he gripped upon them hard.

His eyes gazed into mine and with excitement he said, "For the first time in years I see my girl listen to a man and do what is said! A man who can't be bought with money. A man who has saved the life of my daughter no doubt twice now. You are welcome Señor Aaron to all I possess. All that I have I will share with you, now go, I will see to your horse."

Feeling a bit awkward as Pedro moved off I made my way down the hall to her room that seemed to cantilever out over the cliff the house was built up against, which gave the room a one of a kind view. No wonder Max Emerson wanted this place so much.

Well, he wasn't going to get it or the girl that came with it. She was mine and she was also fast asleep still fully dressed lying on the bed.

The urge to undress her to wake her for my possession of her was a throbbing desire that beat against my pants with the urge to become reality, but I didn't listen to it. Carefully, I took her boots off and then lifting a blanket from the foot of the bed I covered her.

Swallowing thickly, as I gazed at the sublime sight she made all cuddled into the blanket now, I turned away and left the room. Reaching the main open-space of the house I saw Pedro making a fire.

He glanced up and thickly I said by way of explanation, "She's asleep."

He nodded. He gestured to a comfortable looking chair and before I knew it, he had a cup of coffee in my hand and had me sitting in the chair as the fire blazed in the hearth before us even as the rain sheeted down on the land outside. This place really felt like a home.

It had been a long time since any place had been a home to me. A long time.

Pedro was sitting in the matching chair to my own with his own coffee. Catching my gaze, he pointed to the other wing of the sprawled out house.

"My boy and I sleep down that hall. In the morning I will go down the trail a short ways and start working on a gate where it narrows down really close on the way up to this plateau."

I nodded, "That would be a good idea. It won't keep them out, but it will slow them down."

Pedro nodded and then dryly added, "The boy will come with me. We will be gone much of the day."

I glanced his way sharply. I'd read him right, all right.

Talk about awkward. Almost seeming genial, he sprang up to his feet as though he was feeling much younger than his gray hair implied.

Pointing to the hallway that led to Sessina he said, "But do not worry in any case. Sound does not travel from that side of the house to the rest of the house anyway. I make sure of that when I build this place."

"And why is that?"

He looked me in the eye with a grin and said, "I was once a young man too, you know. I know the way of women and while Sessina's mother was more of a woman of reserve she still had the same passion at heart that my Sessina has. Such women tend to be very vocal if you know what I mean. Now, as to where all the rest of the wildness in my daughter came from I do not know, but I wish you well in overcoming it. Good night Senior Aaron."

"Good night Pedro." I said, even as I hoped the shadows in the room hid how flushed my face had become.

If the man only knew to the extreme degree that I desired his daughter, he'd probably throw me out, but as the case was he was showing me quite the opposite. In the silence of the room broken only by the crackle of the fire I sat quietly for a long time.

I glanced down the hall where Sessina's room was. No noise. That was a good thing.

A very good thing as I entirely intended to make my woman's scream with pleasure on a daily basis. Silently I thanked Pedro for his foresightfullness in the past to build a chamber perfectly suited to make love in.