Lovers’ Quarrel
By RoxanneBlue
Him
I stare down at the ground, the vast expanse of dry earth beneath me. I struggle to move again, but the ropes chafe my already raw skin. I am bound tightly, my wrists at my back, my arms strapped down, my legs tied at the knees and ankles. Slung over the back of my h0rse, my ass skyward, I can see nothing but the brown flank of the h0rse and the ground.
The day is hot, and the dust from the earth is stirred up by the h0rse’s hooves and coats my mouth and nose, choking me. I cough. She hasn’t told me where we’re going. In fact, she’s said nothing to me since I awoke from my drugged slumber to find myself in this condition. After several minutes, my dry throat sore, I finally gave up asking.
Her
He is quiet now, which is a blessing. I probably should have gagged him. Maybe I will, when the time comes. I look back at him, slung over the back of his h0rse, tied tightly, his gorgeous ass soaring skyward. I smile as I look at him, so helpless now. It’s a shame, really. He’s a fine specimen of a man, and there are so few out here. But he is faithless and must be punished.
We ride along slowly, his h0rse’s reins tethered to my saddle. I see our destination in the distance, and I allow myself a brief moment of regret. But I remind myself that I will enjoy seeing him die, and I’ve already spotted a handsome young man in town to take his place. He will be missed, but solace is waiting in a cheap room above the saloon.
Him
We stop suddenly, and my stomach churns. What evil does she have planned for me? I know she’s got something cooked up, whether this is just another one of her erotic games or something more serious. I still shiver whenever I remember the time she strung me up in her barn, the scratch of the noose on my neck, the terror of standing on a rickety stool. But she had undone my pants and sucked my cock as I stood there, and I experienced an intense orgasm as I felt her slip the stool out from under my feet.
Maybe this is just one of those games. She does like to tie me up, blindfold me, gag me. And I certainly find it satisfying when I come with such intensity. She is unlike any other woman I have ever been with.
I sense her move around me, her shadow falling over me as she unties me from the saddle. I stare down at her shoes, at the hem of her green skirt. I wonder if she is wearing undergarments. She goes to the other side and tugs on my legs, pulling me to the ground. Dust swirls around me as I hit the dirt with a painful thud. She grabs me around the arms and starts to drag me.
Her
He is tired and stiff from the ride and from being bound so tightly, so he offers no resistance as I drag him to the railroad tracks. When he realizes where I am taking him, though, he shouts in protest, asking me what the hell I’m doing. I maneuver him over the tracks, and he struggles and curses, but he is bound too tightly to free himself.
Laying him across the tracks, I position his neck along one of the rails, his legs across the other. I straddle his legs and quickly bind them to the rail with extra rope that I have brought. Checking his bindings and seeing that they are secure, I turn around and straddle his chest.
Him
A slight smile crosses her face as she looks at me, then she leans down and kisses me on the lips. My body presses down into the gravel, cutting into my hands bound beneath me. Futilely, I try to move my legs, but the ropes are tight. I return her kiss, hoping that it’s what she expects as part of the game.
She pulls away, however, and I feel her loop a rope around my neck three times before tying it off on the rail, that same enigmatic smile on her face. I look away from her, at the expanse of track that stretches far to the horizon. We must be miles out of town. I close my eyes, the bright sun boring through my lids.
“Please,” I find myself saying, more a croak than a plea from my parched throat.
Her
I lean back, my rump against his stomach. Has he actually said ‘please’? I stare down at his face, so handsome, so young. Pulling out a pocket watch, I check the time.
“We have two hours,” I say, the first words I’ve spoken since he passed out from the laudanum. “The train never comes here before three-twenty.”
He looks at me again, his blue eyes filled with fear and confusion. I scoot back on him, rubbing against his crotch, then settling on his thighs. I reach down and undo his trousers.
“We may as well have some fun while we wait.”
Him
She pulls my cock from my pants, and I feel myself writhe in fear and excitement. She likes these dangerous games, and I have to admit that they do have their appeal. She leans forward and takes me in her mouth, teasing the tip of my cock. My scr@ped fingers dig into the gravel beneath me. I lean my head back, stretching my neck along the rail, my chin skyward. She fondles my cock with her hands, but moves off of me. I feel her cool lips against the skin of my neck, her tongue thrusting beneath the ropes that bind it to the rail. I moan in pleasure.
I have never been so helpless before, but I don’t care. The thought that I am in mortal danger is as enticing as her ministrations to my cock. With one hand stroking my sex and the other cradling my head, I am laid out before her, to use as she sees fit. It feels glorious.
Her
He writhes so prettily. The ropes hold him tight as I tease him, moans coming from his chapped lips. I run my tongue along his jaw line, eliciting another frantic struggle in the ropes. His cock swells in my hand, but I don’t want to give him release just yet. I remove my hand and reach up to his shirt, unbuttoning it as best I can under the bindings. I tweak his nipples, then lap at the navel on his hard, flat stomach. He cries out in ecstasy and frustration. I pull his head back by his hair.
Once again I reach into his pants, cradling his balls, massaging them. He whimpers. I slide a finger between his bound legs and tease his asshole, enjoying the sight of him squirm in panic. Such a manly man he pretends to be, not wanting me to tease his ass. But he enjoys it, even if he doesn’t admit it. Once when I’d had him laid naked across my lap, his ass red with welts from the spanking I had given him, I’d teased his asshole until he’d come hard in my lap, screaming into the gag I’d forced between his teeth.
He is not gagged now, though, and no one is around for miles to her his moans and pleas. No one will hear his screams until it is too late.
Him
I beg her to stop, though I glory in her r@pe of me. Her fingertip teases my asshole while her tongue traces along my abdomen. Her left hand holds tightly to my hair. My cock throbs, aching for release. My whole body screams in pain and pleasure.
“Release me” I beg her, knowing that she won’t, not until she wants to.
She lets go of my hair, then sits on my legs again, pulling my trousers down below my hips. My naked ass cheeks sink into the gravel for a moment before she lifts my hips and slips her hands beneath me. She rubs her fingers along my crack, then teases my asshole some more. She removes one hand and reaches into her shirt pocket, pulling out a long object. She holds it up for me to see, but I have no idea what she intends to do with it until she once again reaches under my hips and places the cold metal tip against my asshole.
“No!” I cry out, but she thrusts it into me, and I feel my insides fill with the metal phallus. I am now being r@ped in every sense of the word, and I feel the sting of tears in my eyes.
Her
As I shove the phallus into him, his body jerks. I caress his ass, wishing I had taken the time to give it a good caning before all this. I take his cock into my mouth again, sucking hard on him. He weeps and pleads with me, but his cock hardens even more. He loves this almost as much as I do.
My sex is wetter than an arroyo in a rain storm, so I give him one last, hard suck before lifting my skirts and impaling myself on him. He bucks beneath me, his r@ped, bound body a mass of pleasure and pain. He cries out, thrusting his hips upwards, driving himself into me. Fire courses through my body. I throw my head back and scream as I come, my cry mingling with his and I feel him come inside me in hard, throbbing thrusts. His body shudders, as does mine.
Breathing heavily, I lie down on him, crushing his quivering body into the gravel between the ties. His chest rises and falls as he takes in deep breaths. I raise a hand to his face and stroke his sweaty brow. He is so beautiful. It’s a shame to have to kill him.
Him
She eases herself off of me, sitting beside me for several long minutes, studying my body. I know from experience that she will not release me until she has studied me for as long as she desires. Once she had left me tied naked and spread-eagled to her bed for an entire day. But the train will be coming in less than two hours, so she will have to untie me soon.
I struggle to catch my breath, the hot sun beating down on me, the ropes digging into my flesh. Flies and other insects crawl on me, especially on the areas rubbed raw and bloody. She watches them without shooing them away. Finally she looks back at my face, and brushes my hair back with her fingers.
“I wish I could keep you like this forever,” she says, “but the train will be coming soon.”
She leans down and kisses me hard on the lips. I feel my cock begin to swell again, but she leans back and gives me a sad smile. She pulls my trousers back up around my hips, leaving the phallus inside me. She leaves my trousers undone, my cock lying to the side. She pulls on the ropes, as if checking to see if everything is secure.
“Shouldn’t you cut me loose?” I finally ask, starting to panic. She shakes her head.
“My poor boy. You don’t understand, do you? I saw you with her, that woman. That girl.” I start to breathe heavily again. “Did you think that I wouldn’t find out? Did you think that I would just let you go and marry that anemic little bitch? You’re mine, darling. And no one else is ever going to have you.”
I can barely believe her words. How does she know? How had she found out? Is she really going to leave me here?
“I swear I was never going to leave you,” I stammer. “She meant nothing to me. Just a dalliance. I love you. I want to be with you. Please let me go. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll be your slave. I’ll crawl on my knees and follow wherever you go.”
Her
I slap him hard across the face.
“Die like a man,” I spit at him.
Standing, I look down at him, his terrified eyes wide on me. The dirt on his face is traced with the tracks of his tears, and I walk to my h0rse and grab my canteen. Bringing it back to him, I wet a handkerchief and wash his face, then give him a long drink of water, my hand cradling his head for the last time. I let go and stand again, taking one more chance to admire his beautiful body. His face, now clean, looks so handsome despite the terror.
“Goodbye, my love,” I say, then turn away as he pleads with me to release him.
Getting up on my h0rse, I check my watch again, take another look at my lover, then ride off.
Him
She has left me alone. I scream after her, pleading with her, cursing her, struggling uselessly against my bindings. The ropes scr@pe away my flesh. She’s gone. I lay my head back against the ground, my bound neck exposed. Surely she will come back.
I twitch as the insects crawl on my body. My mouth quickly becomes dry again. I close my eyes against the merciless sun. I pray the few prayers I had learned as a c h i l d. I curse her again. I scream for help. I listen to the harsh cry of the vultures as they circle in the sky, waiting for me to become their carrion feast.
The phallus raping me seems to swell inside me. Why has she left it in? To humiliate me? Maybe she is planning to come back before the train arrives. This is all just to teach me a lesson. I swear that I will be faithful and obedient to her until I die. Just come back. Come back.
I see things, people riding along the horizon. I cry out to them for help, but they disappear as they draw closer, vanishing in a shimmer of heat. The black birds continue to circle overhead. Maybe I will die from the heat before the train comes. Maybe the train will be late. Maybe someone will happen along and find me. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Maybe the shadows will stop getting longer.
Her
Checking the watch, I keep an eye out for the train in the distance. Timing is crucial. I think back to my last image of him, tied to the railroad tracks, his body immobile, his face filled with fear. It had been delicious. He had been delicious. But all good things must end, and handsome men should die before they get old and fat.
I see the first puffs of steam from the engine on the horizon. Smiling, I turn my h0rse, making sure that my lover’s h0rse is still tethered to my saddle horn, and spur him back towards where my lover is waiting to die.
Him
The sound is faint, but in the almost soundless desert, it is unmistakable. The train. I look towards the direction from where it comes, seeing the billows of steam. Will they see me? Will they stop in time? I renew my frantic struggle to free myself from the ropes.
The train draws closer, and I scream for it to stop, but I am drowned out by the whistle. From the corner of my eye I can see a cloud of dust rising up, and a h0rseman rides frantically towards me. No, not a h0rseman. Her. She is coming back for me. I look back at the train, then at her. She won’t make it.
The sound of the train is loud, the engine looming towards me. A sudden screech of brakes sounds, but the engine careens at me. I scream and turn my face away as I feel the crash of the locomotive into my body, ripping me apart.
Her
The train engine races towards him, the screeching of the brakes drowning out his screams. Blood spurts as his torso flies up, thudding against the front of the engine. I scream on cue, but my body feels an electric thrill every bit as intense as the orgasm I had felt as he’d come while beneath me.
I rein my h0rse back, watching his headless body disappear beneath the train. His severed legs lay at the spot where he had been tied down, but the engine stops hundreds of feet away. I dismount my h0rse and will myself to cry.
I give the story that I had found his h0rse abandoned, the money that he’d had with him gone. I had spent the day frantically searching for him, arriving at the place of his murder too late to save him. Kindly gentlemen exclaim that I had done all I could. The severed parts of his body are gathered up and placed on a blanket. The kindly gentlemen try to shield me from the gruesome sight, but I insist on seeing him, expressing hope that maybe it had been some other man rather than the one I love.
He neck is cleanly severed through, his face spattered with blood. His eyes are wide, the expression of fear frozen in place. His dark hair is covered in dirt and blood. His body is battered, the clothing torn and tattered, his hands still tied behind his back. Someone had covered his genitals with a blue silk handkerchief. His legs, severed below the knees, are still bound tightly together.
I allow myself a faint, falling into the arms of a tall, well-dressed gentleman. I’m carried to a coach and given a sip of brandy. As I lift the glass to my lips, I give a silent toast to my lover. To my beautiful, dead lover.
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