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Red Dead Redemption 2: At the Aberdeen's Pig Farm.	By : Nickamano Category: +M through R > Red Dead Redemption Views: 8720 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Part three.
By the time he had returned to the ground floor and was standing over the woman and looking down at her foul-mouthed struggling form, he had decided her fate. At least, her imminent fate.
He scooped her up and hoisted her up onto his shoulder, getting a hand securely onto the dress-covered cheeks of her sweet ass so he could engage himself in a lusty feel of her buttocks while he carried her up the stairs to her bedroom.
"Where are you taking me?" She squealed redundantly. "Put me down!"
He booted the door open, took three steps into the room and then unceremoniously tossed her onto her bed, like discarding a sack of potatoes.
He stared down at her for a minute, lying on her side and wriggling which making her partly on-display tits quiver and bounce beautifully. Arthur was hard again. Time for a little pay back. This was going to be fun.
He took off his satchel and dumped it on the table across from the foot of the bed then unbuckled his pistol belt; re-buckled the clasp and hung the revolvers on the corner of the bedstead within easy reach. Finally, Arthur started on the buttons of his dark and mud-caked trousers.

That was when the realisation properly sank in for Tammy, or had she been naive to think she would have any other fate in store for her if (as it had), their little money-making venture did fall through?
"No! What are you doing? No!" She screamed.
She was about to be raped before she was killed. Could she even hope for a bullet? Both herself and her brother had always told themselves that their plan was fool-proof and that getting beaten could never happen to them, so their fates should they be found out had never entered their heads before. However, now as this passing cowboy started to undress in front of her; any number of horrible fates started to play out in her increasingly frantic mind.
Raped, tortured and left for dead... Raped and killed then and there... Raped and kept as a slave... Raped and sold off to a gang, or some seedy brothel in a frontier town where there was no law... Raped and sold to Indians... She'd heard countless stories of how those savages treated white women throughout her life and that fate didn't bear thinking about.

Wanting those tits more than anything, Arthur retrieved his eight inch; wide bladed 'Bowie' knife. Then, kneeling over the bound and struggling woman; he pushed her onto her back and pinned her there while he used the exquisitely-honed blade to slit the buttons and laces of her crimson; fur-lined bodice. Once done, he pressed the rear of the knife between his teeth and then used both hands to rip the garment wide open; tearing a long rent into the skirts as well in his haste to bare her body for his lust-vengeance. The under-slip was thin and easy to tear open. He slit it from navel to neckline with the wicked canine tip of his knife then he tossed the weapon onto the table with his satchel. Turning back to the slip, he forced the lace edging, tearing it apart with brute force and finally revealing those big; lush; weighty breasts for his desire.
His desire-filled groan filled the generously sized bedroom as he feasted his eyes on her delicious big creamy tits, quivering with her struggles and spread wide across her chest. The hard brown-pink nipples made Arthur think of a pair of cherries atop delicious creamy cakes, the kind he'd seen in the patisseries of Saint Denis.

Tammy was whimpering and complaining continually, wriggling against her cinching bonds, but all her pleas fell on deaf ears and she felt like she seemed to be nothing more than a pair of tits to this murderous cowpoke now. And probably; once it was revealed; a cunt too. She just hoped he'd be satisfied with fucking her tits or raping her once. She didn't like giving blow jobs and absolutely detested anything approaching that other hole. The number of times she'd had to fend Bray off; and the times she had been unsuccessful; had given her a healthy abhorrence to dick in her mouth and up her ass.

Arthur got his hungry hands onto those tits, properly naked for the first time and oh so hot and heavy. He squeezed on them, hard. Tightly constricting hands fuelled by excitement and vengeance, mashed her creamy flesh. His fierce attentions uncontrolled by his rage and the teeth-grinding lust for her huge horny tits.
She squealed and cursed him so; in response; he laughed and reminded what she and her brother had done to him. She cursed him again anyway, cursing his bullshit justification.
In response, Arthur dipped his head and fastened his mouth to a thick, stiff nipple, lathing it with his rough tongue before taking it between his teeth and biting and sucking. Not gentle but not breaking the skin. After a few horny seconds mauling her breasts; he pulled the other teat to his lips and chewed at it, laughing gutturally at her hiss of pain.
This time she didn't try to protest. Maybe she had come to terms that this was going to happen whether she wanted it to or not. He pressed both tits together and sucked on the hard; slick nipples at the same time, crushing her bosom into one big pillow of soft flesh.
Arthur moaned into her chest and then chewed harder at her engorged nipples, simultaneously clutching harder on her big succulent breasts.
"I'm gonna need to fuck these here mountainous peaks Miss Tammy, you gonna help me out or do I have to beat on you first?"
"What, you think I ain't never been beat on?!" She snarled.
"Not by me." Was Arthur's threatening reply.
"Can't do much with my hands tied behind my back."
"Lemme think about that..."
He thought. He grunted, having come to a conclusion and then hurriedly rolled her onto her face, copping a quick feel of her buttocks while they were upraised and ignoring her ignominious curses.
Then he took a length of the rope and lopped it around her upper arms around the back of her so a short loop of rope crossed her shoulder blades. He knotted the secondary bond carefully before using his knife to slice through the rope gripping her slender wrists. The use of her arms was still restricted to the sides of her ribs, but it left her forearms and hands free enough to allow her to do what he wanted her to.
"There. Now you can shove them loaves together around my dick."
She grimaced at his intention for her, but tested her additional movement once she was put onto her back again. Arthur knew he would have to be careful, she could use a weapon now if she got her hands on one. He would just have to make sure she didn't. But he still wasn't sure if she was going to cooperate.
"Now, you gonna help me fuck them tits or am I gonna have to beat on you first?"
"I'll guess. You gonna kill me, Mister?"
"I ain't decided. If I do, it won't be 'till after I'm done fucking these..." He said, filling his hands with her generous bosom again.
Arthur at first just planned to yank his dick out of his trousers, but he felt filthy and he stank; after floundering around in the mass grave Tammy and Bray had dumped him in, so got up and stripped off completely before climbing back onto the bed again.
He settled across Tammy ribs, his knees pinning her upper arms against her sides even more than the ropes. He laid his lengthy erection along her sternum, the tip almost reaching her slender throat.

With a sigh, Tammy reluctantly grasped the outer curves of her mammoth bosom and pressed the soft orbs together high up on her chest. The murderous cowpoke apparently decided lubrication was needed, so he spat a few mouthfuls of saliva onto his shaft and slicked it around with his hands; which he then wiped off onto the inner curves of Tammy's bosom. She turned her face away, unable to suppress the cringe.
His hands joined hers straight away as they pushed his hot shaft deep into her proffered cleavage, holding the shaft there while she pressed those soft orbs together around it.
“Squash ‘em in tight... That’s it...!” He groaned.
Still unsatisfied, Arthur pushed in with his hands as well, squeezing hard on her tits and trapping her engorged nipples between his fingers; vising them while his fingers dug painfully into her soft, warm orbs. He shuffled forward with his hips; pushing the fat gleaming crown of his erection out from within the upper curves of her succulent bosom.
Once his erection was secure in the woman's hot; slick cleavage, Arthur jammed his hips forward fiercely and slammed his whole shaft into the snug tunnel formed by her impressive, and now firmly pushed together rack.
Tammy obediently worked along with the man with his erection stuffed tightly between her breasts, slicking her bosom along his hard; engorged shaft while he gripped her stiffened nipples painfully between his fingers and thumbs; pulling and pinching and twisted the firm spongy buds. Together the two of them working to fuck her tits.
However, for Tammy it almost immediately became apparent that her endeavours were not up to scratch. The bastard was growling with frustration while he slammed his hips forward and back, rapidly like an engine at full steam. He pressed his hands over hers and used his strength to squeeze her big tits tighter around his dick, ignoring her responsive moans while enjoying the softness and increased heat and friction surrounding his erection.
He fucked harder into her cleavage, going at her mammoth tits with lusty; excited fervour.
The tit fuck became fast; frantic and aggressive and Tammy started to feel like her poor breasts were either going to be squashed into jelly by his painful vice grip, or be torn off by his urgent, hurried up-and-down tugging. Of course; she could do nothing except plead for mercy. Though, after he'd killed Bray, she was damned if she was going to give him that satisfaction.
It went on and on until her back, shoulders and upper arms were all screaming with soreness and tension.
The murderer got fingers and thumbs back onto her nipples and pulled on them; pinched at them; adding a new level of sharp searing pain to the hurt already burning her bosom.
“No more...! Fuck! I can’t take any more, Mister! You’re really hurting me... Godammnit!” She wailed.

"Shut up!"
Arthur's reply was thick with an expression of utter dis-concern and he went at it even harder, getting closer to his climax with each slick foreskin retracting thrust.
He really started to batter her meagrely lubricated cleavage; engaging her crushed together breasts in a fast crown-to-core deep fuck, driving forward until the head of his bloated cock shaft burst out of the top of her cleavage and bashed her firmly under the chin.
He grunted and groaned his pleasure loudly, unconcerned about his performance. There was no one else around and this nasty piece of work with the great set of milk jugs was nothing more than a device for his pleasure. Besides, he was moments from climax.
“Hey, you're supposed to be working them tits while I’m fuckin’em...!” He snapped, his hips practically a blur of erotic activity. "...Get to it!"
Panting heavily while she tried to keep up; tried to get it over with; tried to get him to cum, Tammy spat another curse but did as she was instructed. Her breasts ached with the dual manhandling and the hot hard cock thrusting along the length of her increasingly rubbed raw cleavage. Gritting her teeth; the woman did her best to increase the friction and speed in spite of the continual distress it caused her.
“Oh Fuck! Yeah! Here it comes! YEAH!!" Arthur groaned with a gruff and throaty yell, engulfed in the throes of ecstasy.
At that moment the dam burst. The first shot was a long pearlescent rope that burst from his blunt purple crown, accompanied by his throaty yell of completion, and blasted Tammy right under the chin, before beginning to dribble down and spread across the upper curves of her tortured tits, the ooze smeared and frothed by his continuing erratic thrusts.
His mid-climax thrusts, over lubricated by his own cum, slid the fat dick upwards almost toward the ceiling and the second thick spray; like shaken-up sarsaparilla; erupted in a long fast arc right over Tammy's flushed face.
She caught sight of the thick pressurised streamer of steaming liquid and whipped her head to the side to avoid getting her face coated but she mis-timed it and the hefty serpentine eruption splattered right across her eye; down her cheek and bridged her full pouting lips.
He fired off another couple of similar bursts, though each grew less pressurised and covered less distance than the previous. He got a nasty coating into her hair, caught her screwed up eye again and clogged one nostril.
The last few splurges of his tribute squirted this way and that across and between the mountainous upper curves and her valley-formed cleavage. His thrusts continued until his dick had gone soft. Afterward he squelched his frothy; sticky spunk all over her bosom. He rubbed it into her face; shoved finger-fulls between her lips making her taste the vile salty flavour.
By the time he was done; it was all over her throat and breasts; spread all around in rapidly cooling rivulets. It had trickled down into her arm pits and around either side of her slender throat to seep into her matted and sweat soaked brown hair.
Eventually, the cowpokes intense and loud orgasmic groans faded to rattling; panting breaths. His sadistic brutalising grip of her throbbing bosom lessened and finally he let go all together.
He slowly got off her, climbing off the bed and stepping back, stretching and then wiping excess fluids off his wilted dick with one tired hand.
Panting and feeling sore and raw, with her eyes stinging from his deposited spunk, Tammy tried to scoop the stuff clear but the rope bonds barely allowed her to reach her face. Even so she dared to hope that maybe he was done with her.

Arthur got dressed. Now that his balls were empty and the lust diminished, that overwhelming desire had been replaced once again with the cold betrayal of the two demented siblings. Not an altogether unexpected betrayal, fair comment, but even so.
His initial desire he been to put the woman in the same place as her brother. But he had never killed women or children himself. It had been a line he had found himself unable to cross. He had felt the desire more than once if he was honest, but he had always known in himself that he was incapable of crossing that particular line. Maybe if his life was in imminent peril...? Or even then, maybe not...
Besides, his time with Mary had drilled it into him, he'd would never be able to look her in the eye again, if he crossed that line - no matter that she had already left him. She had made her decision and left him behind, but her mark had infused his soul even so.
No, killing Tammy Aberdeen was out of the question. He would let fate decide. He would leave her tied up on this bed, in this upstairs bedroom. She would either manage to make her way down stairs without breaking her neck and get to a knife to cut her bonds or she wouldn't and she'd lie there and starve to death. But it would be chance that would decide her fate, the roll of the dice. Not the hand of Arthur Morgan.
Satisfied with his decision, Arthur rolled her onto her back again and retied her wrists behind her back so she was properly tied up. He didn't want her to have too good a chance of survival. She certainly didn't deserve any chance.
Once she was securely trussed up again and on her back on the bed, Arthur sarcastically tipped his hat to the spunked up, topless woman. Her screaming; yelling curses and foulmouthed oaths had by this time melted into whimpering sobs and exhausted raw defeat.
Arthur backed out of the door, wryly shaking his head as he left the house, closing the door and muting her resurgent screams and foulmouthed oaths.

"…You bastard fucker! You can't leave me tied up like this! I'll die here! You monster! You Goddamned horse-fucker! Rat-bastard! You're gonna rot in Hell for this! Goddamn cow fucking..."
The front door slamming shut didn't silence her diatribe and as Arthur whistled to bring his clever horse back to him, he could still just about hear her yelling.
"...Ignorant country-boy cowpoke kiddie lovin' mother fucker! You'll pay for this...!"

His thoughtful horse appeared to have fled to a safe distance when it had sensed danger and slipped out of sight into a nearby copse of trees. The Aberdeen's apparently hadn't considered the potential worth of the glorious white-haired mare and didn't seem to have taken the time and effort to try and track her down.
Arthur's familiar whistle brought her prancing back to his side and he gave her an affectionate pat and a couple of wild carrots from his satchel, before climbing up into his black leather saddle; with its rivets and decoration in polished tin; and then let her take her own strong striding walk onward to the nearest track; back to one of the more permanent trails with their muddied carriage-wheel ruts and makeshift sign posts.
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