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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 Five.
Arthur found Tammy Aberdeen still on her bed in her bedroom where he had left her, though she was no longer hogtied as she had been. She was flat on her back, arms and legs akimbo and she was utterly naked. And utterly dead.
The outlaw stood in the doorway for a long moment, staring at her with a mixture of sadness and satisfaction at her fate. She deserved to die for what she and her brother had done, and not only to Arthur. But it was still a waste of a good-looking woman with a great body; he thought to himself. If she had taken a different path in life; she could have made some man a very happy husband, or even in a whore house she could have made a great many men happy and herself rich. It was certainly a waste.
As he came into the room, crossing the threshold to stand at the side of the bed. He idly noticed that the bed was not only in disarray but was out of position, shifted away from the wall where it had been when he had left her.
Tammy herself was awash with dried spunk, practically head to toe. It covered her face, her bruised; swollen lips, her lifeless eyes were red with spunk irritation; her nostrils were all but clogged.
As his gaze passed down her body, other colours shone through the silver-grey of thick cloying spunk, there was the sickly yellow of animal fat splattered across and between her inner thighs, while above it her soft brown pubic hair glistened with sprinkled cum like moon dust.
The only blood was between her breasts and there wasn't much of that. The old looking carving knife; probably taken from the Aberdeen’s kitchen; was embedded in her sternum. It was thrust in right up to the simple wooden hilt and sticking out of her chest right above her heart. Obviously, the knife and the suction of flesh on metal had corked the wound and stoppered the blood flow. Beneath the blood; her breasts too were awash with spunk. There was masses of it; as well as tell-tale bruising from molesting fingers all over both fabulous tits.
Under the spunk layer, her flesh still looked pinkish and it was only the knife and the blank staring eyes that betrayed the illusion of life. They must have only just plunged the knife into her minutes before Arthur had caught them. Though, from the state of her sexual condition and the amount of spunk covering her, the assaults must have been prolonged and protracted. Probably all night.
He didn't particularly blame the Raiders for that, she had a body made for sin. But killing her afterwards had been selfish and mercenary.
Or maybe a mercy? Quite possibly, from her point of view.

Arthur sighed and shrugged and left the house for the last time. He had what he had come back for and the Aberdeen's weren't going to be able to hurt anyone anymore. In a way the Lemoyne Raiders had avenged him and in turn he had avenged Tammy Aberdeen by killing them. It was an irony that Dutch might appreciate. Or maybe that was more Micah's sense of humour.
With bulging saddlebags but a slightly heavy heart, Arthur Morgan urged his lovely Arabian mare into a trot while he replaced the afterimage of Tammy Aberdeen with thoughts of the Fence near Rhodes and how much cash he could get for the hoard of jewellery and pocket watches he had collected in the last twenty-four hours.
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Twelve hours earlier.
It was pitch dark in the Aberdeen house. Even the moon was hiding behind clouds, there was just the occasional hoot of an owl to keep Tammy company.
She had managed to loosen the bonds around her wrists a little by using all of the strength in her arms to stretch the hemp rope binding her wrists. Her wrists were already red raw; hot and stinging incessantly and she felt a sudden deep desire for that jar of pig fat on the shelf above the kitchen window. It would soothe and lubricate and ease her eventual escape. She was now reassured that she would get out of these bonds. There was a small knife hidden amongst the bed springs and once she had her hands free, she could get onto the floor retrieve that knife and then cut the ropes binding her ankles. There was no point in thinking about vengeance, that murderous bastard would be long gone and; other than the name Arthur; she had no way of finding him.
She would tidy up, bury her beloved Bray and then take stock, see what her options were. She still had the house and the land and there was still the stash hidden behind Momma. She would be okay.
That thought was enough to ensure that; moments later; bad luck took hold. She heard the neigh of a horse, close by. The clink of horse tack and a deep masculine muttering. The noises seemed to swing around the back of the house, she could hear them under the window to her right. Then the squeak of the hinges of the back door and a few seconds later the front door too. Tammy picked out four or maybe five distinct voices. They were rough, coarse and foul mouthed which didn't bode well for a rescue.
There followed a few minutes of smashing; tearing; drawers being heavy-handedly yanked open and the crash of contents being ejected; probably onto the floor. Something was over-turned; wood on wood. And then something else somewhere further away that went down with a shuddering, splintering smash. Probably the living room, probably momma's old sewing machine.
A few minutes later came the sound she had been dreading. Boots on the stairs. Laughter ascending.
The door was booted open and two men burst in, shotgun and revolver levelled and ready, illuminating oil lamps in their free hands. The momentary tension on their filthy; ugly; strained features melted as they saw the attractive woman tied up and ready for their pleasure.
The two men came forward, the younger of the two approached the bed, eyes only for her. The other man; shorter; stockier and a decade older swept the room for hidden dangers.
"Well, who's left us this lovely generous gift I wonder?" The younger man said with a lusty smile; eyes on stalks and trousers already starting to fill out at the crotch.
Behind him three other younger men appeared, they were just as filthy and they seemed to be energised with the abrupt and exciting prospect of slaking their lusts. Each of them sported cruel-streaks of on their faces; like war-paint; twisting their features and Tammy knew she was in for a rough time.
And yet, the only thing that might save her from their violence was the promise of loot.
"Wait...! Wait! If you free me, let me go. Unharmed... I can tell you where there's more treasure." She pleaded.
"Treasure, huh..." The younger of the older couple said. "Not gonna agree to any terms until we know it's worth it."
"Well I ain't gonna tell you where it is until you untie me and agree to leave me be."
The man stared at her, considering.
"Mikey, cut her free." He said at last.
The two older men placed their lanterns on the two tables in the room, while one of the youngsters drew a big knife and slashed the hemp ropes holding Tammy's wrists and ankles together. Then, without bidding, the lad grabbed Tammy by one arm and around the back of one knee and flipped her over onto her back. Her big full naked breasts bounced dynamically into the lantern light, instantly focussing the attentions of every man in the room. They whooped and hollered at the sight of the captive woman's incredible assets quivering across her chest, exposed by the torn-open front of her bodice.
And Tammy knew then and there that her fate was sealed. She tried one last time to save the last of her honour.
"I said you'd have to let me go unharmed! un... Molested to get the treasure!" She shouted, trying to be heard over their excited exultations.
"Missy, we got all the treasure we need right here!" One of the youngsters said, licking his lips and rubbing his hands together lewdly.
"No..." The leader snapped, throwing a staying arm out to still and silence the others. "...You tell us about this treasure of yours’ woman, or you're gonna get fucked up the ass, right now. By all of us."
"What…?" Tammy gasped, horrified. "No! Please! No! Oh God No!"
"Doc, you're first." The leader said with flint-sharp eyes and a grin that looked every bit a grimace, holding Tammy's terrified stare. "Doc's got the biggest dick of us all. Every woman's he's ever fucked has bled... Last chance..."
Tammy kept her mouth shut. Doc; the eldest; grinned through his wiry grey beard as he shucked his pistol rig and dropped it into a corner and then started on the buttons of his dirty trousers. He approached the bed as he popped the buttons open one by one.
"Boys, strip her will ya?" Doc grunted, fishing inside his bulging crotch.
"This is gonna hurt... Real bad, girlie." Doc said with as malicious a laugh as Tammy had ever heard.
"Okay, okay! It's downstairs behind the portrait of momma by the front door. There's close to a hundred dollars with the jewellery and stuff. Take it, just please don't go putting your things in my ass! I'm begging you!"
"Hamish. Go and look." The leader said. "You'd better not be bullshitting... For your sake."
One of the three younger men; late teems maybe; burst out of the room in a hurry and Tammy heard him taking the stairs three at a time. He made it to the ground floor in less than a second. There followed, after a couple of seconds of footsteps stomping on the floorboards below, a dry smashing noise and Tammy found herself picturing; with an aching heart; the painting that her father had done of Momma being torn from its pride of place facing the front door.
The young man reappeared within a minute and handed a handful of glinting things and brown leather to the leader. The tall; thirty-something man cast a quick apprising eye over the contents in his cupped palms and then seemingly unimpressed deposited it all onto the table opposite the bed.
"Okay boys, time to fuck some ass!" the leader said.
There was more whooping and the group started to strip of their clothes.
"But you said! We agreed! The treasure!" Tammy pleaded.
"Yeah, there might be a hundred's worth. But I didn't say and we didn't agree. Not to shit. And now you're gonna take our dicks!"
Tammy screamed with despair as they laughed, but then she kicked herself free of the remnants of her dress and launched herself from the bed and tried to make it make to the door.
She didn't stand a chance. A worn cavalry boot kicked out and tripped her; and the instant her face slapped into the floorboards; hands were on her. She was harshly hoisted up and thrown back onto the bed. Someone black-handed her across the face and she went down; stunned.

By the time her senses returned to her; there were five naked and lust-angry men surrounding her. Five fully erect and throbbingly swollen erections encircling her like a nest of vipers.
"Please!" She moaned desperately. "I gave you the treasure! Please!"
The leader laughed, slowly tugging on his erection as he eyed her nakedness laid out before him on the bed.
"All that treasure's bought you is some lubrication, and that's it!" He growled with malignant glee.
He brought a jar from the side table into the lamp light so she could see. It was the pig fat she kept in the kitchen for cooking. One of the younger men must have brought it upstairs with them. This was really happening. And there was nothing she could do to stop it.
"I'll cooperate, I will... Just... Please don't hurt me."
"Ahh, shut up!" Another one snapped at her.
"Now, turn over. Get on your face!" The leader commanded.
And then; even as she searched for a response something to placate them to calm their lusts even a little; she was set upon.
The five men began pawing at her in unison molesting her all over; penetrating her with fingers; sucking and biting at her flesh; slapping her face; her breasts; her buttocks. They laughed their harsh; evil; sadistic laughs.
They didn't even give her chance or room to roll onto her stomach. They just piled onto her like it was one of those rugby-football scrums.
She struggled and slapped at their violent hands and mouths but it was all to no avail, she was slapped in retaliation; bitten; pinched. And it all became too much for her.
"Please! I'll cooperate! I'll do what you want! Just please don't hurt me anymore!" She squealed, buried under lust-rampant male flesh.
"Prove it, then. Suck my cock." The leader growled. "But I'll only warn you this one time. I feel teeth, I'll put your damned eyes out!"
"Okay! Okay... Just please stop hurting me..." She gasped in response.
The change was immediate. The leader shoved the others off the bed then grabbed Tammy by the hair and dragged her around so she was lying face down across the width of the mattress. The leader was already crouching down to line his erection up with her obediently opening mouth.
"Denny. Do your thing. Might not need the pig fat..." The eldest Raider muttered to one of the youngsters, pushing him forward.
At the same time the other two grabbed Tammy's ankles and pulled in opposite directions until her feet were almost at the head and foot of the bed frame.
As Tammy took the leader's cock into her mouth, he grabbing a tight two-fisted grasp of her hair and thrusting his six inches down her throat in one hard shove, she could feel fingers between her thighs, spreading her vulva and then pushing into her vagina.
She was stretched painfully by the excited fingers while a thumb started to perform quick circling caresses around her clitoris. Bray used to do the same thing to her and delighted her with climaxes; but this person was fast and vigorous, almost brutal with his two-handed ministrations. It was too much; too hard; too hot and it overwhelmed her. Even as the noisy gagging of her forced throat fuck filled the room, humiliated; despairing tears started to trickle down her cheeks. This was really happening right here right now. She found herself realising. This was going to be the final action she was to perform in her entire life.

Her body quickly started to betray her, or at least the lower half. It was as if she was split in two. Her face was enthroned in anguish and discomfort - the continual horrifying sense of suffocation; of choking; of too little air; of her throat being bruised and abused stabbed by a hot; thick; blunt instrument. There was nothing she could do except try to control her breathing and the overflow of saliva and to suck hard and work her tongue against the deep-stabbing erect shaft that was constantly overbearing her and overwhelming her.
Meanwhile, an entirely different kind of overwhelming was going on further down her body. The youngster had talent with his fingers and her vagina felt like it had melted under his assaulting touch. His hard thrusting; stretching digits battering and teasing the hot; pulsing walls of her pussy was making her drip sexual fluid, coating and lubricating the hot thrusting fingers.
Though that was nothing next to the fast circling touch around her clitoris. That sensation was enough to make her swoon. It was almost a divine pleasure and part of her sinful brain was crying out for more, for him not to stop.
Something was building deep inside her. She could see it in her mind's eye; like a great massive oak tree growing a hundred years’ worth of growth in a few short minutes. Its branches spreading and touching other parts of her, igniting little fires of pleasure that themselves built and fed back the pleasure-centre of the acorn that was her clitoris.
Even as she found herself visualising all this, partly to take her mind off the horror of the leader painfully stabbing his erection down her throat again and again, the tree filling her burst into flame.
It felt like a fireball of unadulterated pleasure was expanding inside her, like a birthing sun enveloping her inside from core to extremities and she almost swooned at the overwhelming sensation. Unable to restrain herself, Tammy let out a high-pitched gasping wail which reverberated delightfully against the thick, stabbing phallus. However, the leader didn't even register, though his erection did. The vibrations of her orgasmic wailing caressed his face-raping shaft and sent him right over the edge as well. With a climactic yell, he slammed in hard, grinding his crotch against her trembling face, his shaft straining and pulsing down her throat as he emptied his balls straight into her stomach.

Of course, it didn't end there. Before Tammy knew it, she was lifted up and then dropped back onto the bed. Though this time beneath her was the hard; wiry form of one of the youngsters. His hands were on her body, grabbing and shackling her and she could feel his hot hardness jutting upward between her soft buttocks.
The eldest guy; Doc; was already climbing up on top of her while another of the youngsters had a grip of her hair and was pulling her face to the side; towards his jutting erection. Tammy couldn't think of a course of action that could save her other than trying her best to satisfy these men. If she showed them a good enough time, maybe they would leave her alive at the end of it. After all what would they have to gain by killing her?
A pair of fat, hairy testicles were thrust against her lips and the hands in her hair made sure she was pressed firmly against the organ.
Unable to see any other way she parted her lips against them; let her saliva wash over the hot; loose flesh and then lapped at the sac with her tongue. She found herself strangely gratified by the resulting moan from whoever the testicles belonged to. As she took a ball into her mouth; using her lips and tongue to caress the hot mouthful, she felt slick fingers and something thick and slimy between her buttocks and realised it was the pig fat they had brought up. They were lubricating her anal passage ready to sodomise her and she writhed and squirmed under their tight all-over grip. But of course, they held her still and tight while fingers wriggled into her clenching anus and began to spread the lubricant around her anal walls.
At the same time, fingers were continuing to finger fuck her and a tongue lapped at her clitoris, suddenly bringing up another pre-orgasmic ascension that flourished inside her like a fire they were casting fuel onto.
The building fire of erotic ecstasy momentarily distracted Tammy when the man beneath her replaced his fingers with his erection and penetrated her anal tunnel with a smooth though savage thrust.
There was a sudden searing hot pain in her ass but it was all but eclipsed by the peaking of her orgasm. She didn't even recognise that the pair of balls pressed against her lips was now another cock head and she barely felt it getting slammed straight down into her gullet, her second climax drowning out the anal discomfort and feeling of suffocation. At least for a few seconds.
It was only a couple of minutes later, while enveloped in the pain wracking her ass and throat and fingers digging into her buttocks and tits and how wide her mouth was getting stretched around the deep thrusting erection, that the fingers and mouth on her pussy and clit were replaced with yet another hard cock.
Tammy felt her slick vulva pressured apart and then the hot spongy-fleshed crown splayed her inner lips. And then eight or more inches of thick hot flesh-club drove into her.
As Doc settled on top of her, his large erection now filling and stretching her insides, Tammy became instantly engulfed by a mortifying; quease-inducing sensation of constriction; of downward pressure as she was crushed; sandwiched above and below by hard weighty and stinking male bodies. The weight above her crushed her down against the body beneath her and she felt stomped on and pinned and unable to escape or even move much. Her arms and legs flopped, spread wide so they were out of the way; while her lush body was penetrated and used by three fat erections simultaneously.
Tammy found herself once again surprised by the reactions she felt in her body, the insurmountable horror of being pinned and constricted and of those three big hard male weapons piercing her deep and forcefully; of being used like a toy for their pleasure; didn’t last long. Within the first dozen thrusts, the sweet heat in her core was almost immediately reignited and it flourished in seconds; overwhelming the pain and suffering the men were inflicting on her and replacing it all with a nasty cruel sense of indescribable pleasure.
It was a bitter-sweet feeling, pleasure beyond anything she had experienced before but it was being forced onto her, exploding inside her like canister shot, spreading all through her, even to her fingers and toes. And she could do nothing except lie there getting gang raped, enjoying every second of it and hating herself for it and hating her body for its betrayal of her.
She practically swooned in a heady pink fog of self-loathing and exquisite wanton sexual gratification, each opposing sensation feeding the other into a veritable inferno of passion and disgust.

The men fucked and fucked. It was a moonshine and lust-power filled non-stop orgy of raping and cumming. A man would shoot his load, freeing up whichever one of the woman's holes his dick had been in and making room for the next man to use the orifice.
Her fantastic tits were under constant scrutiny and molestation and were already liberally coated with cum, nipples pinched and pulled and bitten until they were bruised and a nasty shade of purple. And still the men did not relent in the use of their body. The moonshine, and home brewed bitters that helped with their stamina were passed around continually and no one needed more than a couple of minutes of recuperation time before their cocks were hard again and awaiting another turn on her.
All of them sampled each of her holes, excited by the lushness of her body as much as by the moonshine-fuelled lust. Each of them also took turns in fucking her tits while two or three of her other orifices were being passionately violated and each man spewed their thick pearlescent tribute across her ample cleavage or her humiliation enthused face with gusto.
It was an organised and regimented effort that had the woman brutally and systematically sodomised; culminating in her guts sprayed with their searing hot white fluids by all five of the men one after the other. That was more or less saved for last and it took a long time for the men to reach their orgasms, however Tammy found herself reluctantly appreciative for their use of the pig fat as lubrication for her rectum. She didn't want to consider how torturous an experience it would have been without it.
The two fingered orgasms that had been forced out of her had left her hypersensitive, and the hot friction jarring and burning her core along with the cruel over-firm assault on her breasts and nipples, had her continually developing more and more orgasms that she inwardly railed against to begin with. However, she soon started to crave those orgasms as; once each climax died down it left her with nothing but the pain and anguish of being ganged up on; over and over again by these five sadistic and unnatural criminal men.
And, because of that unassailable reality, it wasn't a long time before Tammy started to help herself along on the cocks, striving toward the next climax and knowing that the cocks and their heat and friction inside her mouth anus and vagina were both the source of her anguish but also; at least in the short term; the source of her relief and pleasure.
However, it was never going to last and she knew it as well as the men. The gang grew tired; their balls drained; their lust-interest waning. The older two gave up first and went away to fill their bellies; leaving Tammy with the youngsters who had more stamina and more spunk in their balls and more interest in the pleasures a woman's body could provide; than their older and more experienced leaders.
Of course; though the lads had more stamina and could fuck and cum and fuck again with barely a minute or two of recuperation, they didn't have much staying power. And it was certainly not enough to fuel Tammy's own sexual gratifications enough to let her own orgasms continue to peak. Each man on her fucking away in whichever hole suited him; couldn't last. Tammy would start to enjoy the beginnings of the build-up; but then her hole would suddenly be blasted with spunk and the lad would climb off her and by the time the next one took a hole and started raping her, Tammy's impending climax had already collapsed and that slow; inextricable build up would have to begin again.
So, for the last couple of hours; as she flopped about exhausted and frustrated; that build up had been less and less and the dull throbbing pain in her holes and her exhaustion and the humiliation of being used like nothing more than a toy; over took any residual relief the unwarranted sexual pleasure had been affording her.

It all came to a halt suddenly, with the coming of the dawn. Tammy was lying there whimpering and weeping in her exhausted stupor of deprived; humiliated; inhuman-degradation with two barely hard young dicks slapping and squelching in her mouth and up her ass, when the older two reappeared and announced that it was time they were on their way.
They gave the two mid-rape youngsters the time to finish, while the others gathered their things. And once again; this time all too soon, Tammy felt the hot and wet bursts of spunk unleashed inside her, these final two orgasms were little more than trickles, barely a thimble full probably, but still the pressure of the climaxes were like stinging slaps into her throat and rectum.
She was abandoned to her bed at last, her broken and relentless rattling; sweat and secretion stained bed. And she rolled exhaustedly onto her back silently blessing the ending she had been praying for. There was no more weight she was forced to support, no more hard cruel abuses; no more lips harshly sucking; fingers cruelly pinching or teeth biting. She was a mess. She could feel the shivering cold of the spunk covering her, the dried undercoat crackling as she limply shifted about, looking in vain for comfort while she sucked air in through cracked lips and a throat that was bruised and raw from hours of it getting fucked by thick heavy war-clubs of man flesh.
She barely recognised through half lidded eyes the flash of light on glinting iron as one of the men, probably the leader, stood over her with one of her own kitchen knives and plunged down with it, just the once but with the sudden and harsh fierceness that it took to get the long carving knife through her breast bone to pierce the slow-beating heart beneath.
She died as the slow dawning realisation was just starting to sink in; that the flash of glinting light had been the blade of a knife, but she was dead before the realisation caught in her wavering; exhausted consciousness.
The conscious realisation - "At least it hadn't hurt, at the end". Didn't quite form fully as the electrochemical impulses in her brain; bloodless; fuel-less; started to fail and an utter sensory-deprived blackness finally took her.
Tammy felt herself floating weightless in that inky black, wondering why Bray wasn't waiting for her. And that was that last thought her subconscious ever managed.
The end.
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