Mad Cowboys and Alien FucktardsChapter 2
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I was dead tired and didn’t want to wake up, yet the sound of Crusher growling next to me was forcing me to do just that, ruining my blissful state. I wanted to keep sleeping as morning couldn’t possibly have arrived so soon. The last number of days has been incredibly gruelling and fucking hard on both the body and the mind. The men had turned sour and sullen ever since Frankie had his encounter with a demon and Jimmy found those fucking circles of his in the grass.
Gone were the days of jovial singing and joking. The men no longer enjoyed each other’s company or their daily tasks. Instead each day was filled with anxiety and trepidation. We worked, slept and ate in fear of another shit filled encounter, wondering if the next one would be our last.
Perhaps I don’t need to say it, but the men no longer gave a shit about the cattle. They paid little attention to its collective needs or wants. Instead of keeping a vigilant eye on the cows, the men kept staring out at the plains and up at the sky, seemingly waiting for another attack or possibly any excuse to ditch this job and retreat back to the safety of their homes or residences.
Nobody could blame them for this as even I didn’t feel completely safe or at ease out here. It’s not that I necessarily believed in Frankie’s demon tale or the Indian’s sky warning but I knew something weird was taking place nonetheless and wanted nothing more than for this shit job to end.
I couldn’t wait to get to Wichita and unload these fucking beasts. I no longer cared how healthy or fat a state they’d arrive in. We’d been pushing the cows much harder than I’d ever pushed a herd before and as a result, the cows were noticeably unhappy and thin.
But I simply didn’t give a fuck.
I knew I’d hear it from Dolan soon enough. We only had three or four days left on this fucking trail and then he was sure to raise hell when seeing for himself how skinny we’d brought ‘em in. Gone would be my bonus, replaced with fits of rage and yelling, but at least he’d have his cattle and wouldn’t have an excuse to kill us all for abandoning this post in some perceived act of betrayal.
He’d have every right to be pissed as they wouldn’t fetch as good a price but frankly... fuck him and his goddamn profits.
Dolan would always be a bastard who cared for nobody but himself. Shit, I hadn’t even wanted this job so why should I care how well it goes? This was the last job of his I’d ever take. I would head north and pan for gold before taking another one of his herds through this goddamn wilderness.
Fuck, I should be in Texas right now, on my safe little farm with my shitty little wife, far from any sky anomalies, demonic signs or unexplainable dangers. How the hell had I wandered so far from that simple life?
Maybe Susan is all I need after all, I now reasoned, considering the fucking alternatives. Maybe I could make an actual go with her once I got home. Seeing her grumpy but striking face day after day was better than spending any more time with these sorry assholes and Dolan’s ugly cows.
But what about Allison?
Who the fuck knows. She’s getting married and there’s nothing I can do about it. She obviously doesn’t care about me for if she did there’s no way she’d of agreed to the engagement in the first place. I needed to move on and let her go.
Wow, I was really maturing out here and for some reason this pissed me off. Maybe I didn’t want to find a silver lining in any of this. Maybe I wanted nothing more than to wallow in my own misery. Maybe it was all shit and I should just stopped thinking.
It hurt the brain after all.
To make matters worse I’d made a complete ass of myself just the other day. Thankfully none of the men witnessed my shame and I certainly would never tell them, but it took place three mornings ago.
I was getting myself cleaned up by the river and had removed all my clothes except for my holey long-johns when four cows suddenly made a break for it. A snake likely spooked them, but it really didn’t matter for there were no other drovers to be found so it was up to me to get the strays back in line.
I hopped on my horse, barefoot and hatless, with nothing but my underwear to conceal my shame. I thought nothing of it because corralling four strays would normally take no time at all. But little did I know that a small ranch would be found just over the hill and that my dumbass cattle would find their way to that very spot.
If I’d of known that I would have taken the extra time to dress accordingly, but instead I found myself riding up to the dwelling, still chasing after those stupid cows, with my wang practically flapping about in the wind.
“Oh my!” a young lady squealed as I came over the mound unexpectedly. She and her beautiful sisters were hanging their fresh washings on the clothesline to dry.
“Fuck’s sakes,” I mumbled to myself as embarrassment filled me to the core.
“Hello there,” one of the sisters called out to me. She smiled bashfully while looking me over from bare head to bare toe.
“Hi ya stranger,” another lady said as I rode to a complete stop.
“Sorry ma’am,” I said with a nod. “Just hunting down some stray cattle.”
“In your underwear?” One of them joked and the others giggled in delight. “Is that how ya’ll do it these days?”
I forced a smile though I felt my face go beat red. “Not my usual way,” I said, wanting nothing more than to crawl under a rock. “I’m sorry for the intrusion.”
“Your cows just passed through here,” the oldest girl said, obviously sensing my discomfort. “They went that-a-way.” She pointed to the south.
“Thank you ma’am,” I replied respectfully. “I’ll get out of your hair then. Again, I’m sorry for the intrusion.”
“Nothing to be sorry for,” the younger gal said gleefully, as she brushed her curly auburn hair behind her ear. “My name is Jessica. Come back any time. We ain’t often greeted by the company of such well dressed gentlemen.”
The girls had another laugh at my expense and there was nothing more I could say so I simply turned my horse and rode off as fast I could, desperately seeking escape from this embarrassing situation.
Grrrrr, Crusher growled again, pulling me out of my quasi unconscious state. This time he seemed more nervous and his anxiety forced me to finally wake up and take heed of the situation.
“What is it boy?” I whispered while forcing my heavy eyes wide open. It was pitch black and I could barely make out the underside of the Chuck Wagon I slept under each and every night.
Crack. A branch snapped a few dozen feet to the left of my position.
The noise caused Crusher to snarl all the more.
I scurried onto my belly hoping to better see what was going on. I pulled out my pistol fearing one of those fucking anomalies had caught up to us at long last.
“Someone’s coming!” I heard Cookie whisper. “There’s one on the right too.”
It seemed all of my men were awake and ready for action. They’d taken up defensive positions all around our campsite, with weapons drawn and this was unusual for several reasons. First, on an average cattle drive we’d never have chosen a campsite like this one we’re now in. Normally we’d of just parked ourselves in the middle of some wide open, exposed plain, thinking little of defendable positions and such.
Also we’d never have slept with our weapons this close by. Instead they’d of been safely stored in Cookie’s chuck wagon, but this wasn’t an average ride and we all knew it. Everything had changed because of these weird events we’d been experiencing out here.
On this job we no longer made camp until locating some suitable cover. The boys barely slept and when they did it’s with one eye wide open. We’d doubled the patrols and barely went anywhere without a firearm. This was definitely affecting our job performances, not to mention our moral, but it was a small price to pay for feeling any measure of safety. None of us wanted to be caught with our pants down if and when danger struck.
Case in point, someone or something was moving about and we’re not going to take any chances. The boys will gladly shoot first and ask questions later. They’re too riled up to be stopped and I had no intention of getting in their way. I’ll gladly put some lead in anything trying to cause us harm.
“What the hell is wrong with you fellas?” Somebody called out from the darkness. “What’s got your britches in such a bunch?”
I didn’t recognize the voice but whoever’s out there was trying very hard to come across as light hearted and friendly, obviously wanting to put us at ease even though the situation called for anything but.
“Who the hell are you?” I shouted back. My voice echoed off the darkened trees and boulders that surrounded us all. “We’re armed, you should know that!”
“We have you surrounded and outgunned,” the stranger called back. “Not rightly sure why y’all are packing heat ... never seen drovers act so skittish before. Yas are worse than those Longhorns ya got there. Maybe yas are a bunch of smarty sons of bitches, but I reckon yas could simply be cowardly pricks ... frankly it doesn’t really matter either way.”
“How’s that?” I replied while cocking back the hammer on my pistol. “We got ourselves some decent cover and each of my boys is armed to the teeth. We ain’t your average batch of drovers. We might be more trouble than we’re worth for you and your sorry band of assholes.”
This wasn’t my first encounter with cattle rustlers. I’d had some experience dealing with this scourge on our normally quiet industry. These gangs are nothing more than lazy, twofaced assholes who’ve never worked an honest day in their miserable lives. Most times they could be bought off with a reasonable sum of coin or cattle. Normally they didn’t want to risk harm to themselves so they’d take whatever they could get as a payoff.
“Maybe we can come to some sort of arrangement,” I yelled back feeling quite confident in our chances of resolving this peacefully. The rustlers obviously didn’t expect us to be armed, so surely they’d take a modest pay day over a full fledged gun fight.
Right?
“How many cattle will it take for you to leave us the hell alone?” I asked figuring it just a matter of haggling for the right price. I made eye contact with Jimmy before getting a reply.
My brother shot me an encouraging look as he remained at the ready by the edge of our campsite. He had some nice cover, crouched next to a thick growth that stretched on for miles to his right.
“Not going to be that easy,” the man replied. “I have twenty men surrounding your campsite right now...” the rustler paused before shouting back. “We haven’t had a decent payday in quite a while.”
“So?” I asked. “How is that my problem?”
“You see I’m going to have to take ALL them cows off your hands,” the selfish rustler practically laughed at this point. “Dolan stole them from my boss and he’s pissed. Wants ‘em all back and interest to boot.”
“Fucking Dolan,” I mumbled aloud, realizing the gravity of our situation.
“But thanks for doing the heavy lifting,” the man continued sarcastically. “We appreciate you droving them this far, but we’re going to need ‘em back now.”
“You know there’s no fucking way that’s going to happen,” I called out, surprised at the gall of this asshole.
“Oh I think you will cooperate,” the man shouted out with an oddly placed confidence. “You see we have two of your men right here with us and if you want them back you’ll put down your guns and give up peacefully.”
“Fuck,” I said in little more than a whisper while trying to remember who was last on patrol.
“I’ll give you to the count of ten before I put a hole in this retard’s head.”
And there it went ... the last chance for a bloodless end to this feud just evaporated with that very sentence.
I suddenly felt anxious and even a little sad. Not for my men, but for theirs. For I watched Jimmy slink off into the bushes and the look on his face told me he was absolutely pissed. Jimmy is a mean, unrelenting fighter at the best of times but he is downright savage when riled up and nothing makes him madder than Benny getting threatened.
These rustlers were about to learn that the hard way.
As I come back to my senses, the sounds of sensual moaning and groaning have filled the air. It takes a second but I soon realize that a bunch of people are having a great time, going at it and fucking each other’s brains out. I haven’t even opened my eyes yet but I can just tell.
I want to keep my eyes closes as long as possible, fearful that this new reality might just be a dream and by doing so, I’ll end it early and be forced back on to that demonic stage.
Oh, that would suck.
Being this close to people in pleasure feels good and it’s been a long time since I’ve felt that way. I’ve been dealing with nothing but shit jobs, family tension and agonizing stress for months now, maybe even years depending how you look at it. So if it takes a sweet dream like this to give me some release, I will gladly play along with the fantasy.
“Fuck me hard cowboy!” I hear a lady call out.
“Give me your dick,” another one moans in delight.
I must be back at the whorehouse, I surmise, and am suddenly filled with welcomed relief. It all sounds so familiar, the panting, giggling, moaning ... oh the sweet sounds of sex. And if that’s the case then there is nowhere that does it better than Wichita’s fucking burlesque houses. If I’m back there then maybe that whole ungodly ordeal with demonic creatures was just a dream ... a nasty nightmare that is finally over.
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Hum dono abhi bhi nange hi thay. Chalte chalte usne paad maari. Uski gaand mein abhi bhi haddi akti hui thi. Nadi kinare, jhadiyon ke bich usko bithaya. “Hug le saali madarchod. Kab se paad rahi jai bhosdiki.” Woh hugne lagi. Uski gaand se haddi nikal gayi. Uski garam moot ki dhaar mere pairo pe giri. “Saali maderjaat! Mere pairon pe mootegi. Saali raand muh khol,” main uske muh mein mootne laga. Lavda uske gale mein ghus kar mootne laga. Maine apni tange faila di aur wahi khade khade hugne...
I went into Cowboys alone, then took a seat at the bar. "Well Maxine we haven't seen you here in a while," Sarah said. "Where yo u been girl?" "Oh, I was on one of those European vacations." I admitted. I also smiled. "So was it fun?" she asked placing a cup of coffee in front of me. "I couldn't wait to get home. So what's been going on here?" I asked looking around the half full dance floor. "Nothing at all. This place is always boring unless you come in." she said it with...
REPO INC. This is one of my first stories and I hope you like it. I write all of my stories either from the male point of view or from a voyeuristic point of view. I usually never like the result when I write from the female point of view as, for me, the result is never satisfactory. However, if any of you (no matter of male or female) has a talent for writing from a female point of view, please feel free to write this story from the female point of view. Just post it under „REPO INC. Female...
The guys awoke the next morning at their usual times and did the chores. Now that Atlantis had a pretty decent population Joe and Kat had taken on boarding horses, riding lessons and, of course, trail rides. Their ranch business had taken off quicker than they had expected, but because of Atlantis’ climate and lack of dangerous wildlife, all boarding was in group or private pastures rather than in a barn. So they didn’t have much in the way of chores to do, but there was some. After the...
Mark wasn’t really upset that they pulled the gun on him, in fact he was expecting them to do it, that’s why he let them keep the gun in the first place, he just didn’t expect it to be the Admiral himself. He had suspected they were looking for something to exploit and wanted to give them a glimmer of hope, only to dash it and hopefully make them reconsider things. He walked off to find the girls. It was fairly dark out already as the sun had gone down behind the mountains quite a while ago....
Mark woke up at his usual time, along with the sun, and extracted himself from between Rayven and Annabelle. Took care of his morning ablutions, then went up to his office to get his morning coffee and look through the daily reports. As soon as he sat down, Cricket notified him that during the night, one of the new sensor beacons detected a habitable planet. It was the one that she predicted had the greatest chance of success, since it was the closest one to the area that they were found and...
Two days of workouts, sports and sex later, they found themselves orbiting a blue-green planet named Ardent. Slightly smaller than Earth, but it had 2 small moons and it appeared to only have one massive continent that accounted for roughly one-third of the surface area of the planet, although there were many fairly large islands in the ocean. The continent itself appeared to be split into 4 regions by either water or mountains, so despite being one continent, each region was probably quite...
Captain Kôté had said the Agonoid shields were the biggest problems, and admittedly their own shields were the biggest defensive and offensive advantage they had, well that and their cloaking. Cricket said there was no evidence to suggest that the Agonoids had cloaking capability. Mark asked, “So knowing what we know about our shields, how do you defeat ships with shields?“ Cricket said, “There is a few ways around our shields, one is to bombard them with enough weaponry that the shield...
The Sentinel was to reach the asteroid field just after supper time on Atlantis, so after supper, Mark and Annabelle waited in his office so Cricket could do the virtual bridge thing again. Right on schedule, Cricket darkened the room and enabled the virtual bridge. Annabelle watched in amazement, she had, of course, been on the bridge of the Poseidon, but the virtual bridge of the Sentinel was much more immersive as it was just like looking out into space, with a couple of displays in...
The next couple of days, saw Mark spending much of his time in the gym sparring with people, playing sports and spending time with his various ladies. The Commander announced over the ship’s intercom, “We will be exiting light drive in a minute and we will be in orbit within the hour. Finish up what you are doing and check in with your units. Exit the ship in a calm and orderly fashion. The shuttle schedule has been posted. Light first, transition to dark.” Mark asked, “What does he mean by...
Back on the Poseidon and ready to return to Earth, Mark could tell something was bothering Rayven. Figuring it was because he had left her on the ship today, he apologized for not taking her to the surface. Rayven just hugged him and said that wasn’t what was upsetting her, as she started describing the call she just had with Annabelle less than an hour ago, “There had been a situation at the Port of Atlantis with a couple going through security. The man went through security first and, as...
The rest of the day was pretty normal, not many people around and no further incidents or conflicts. The day was primarily moving stuff from the house and ship to the lodge. When they came in for lunch, Kat informed Mark that his phone had been ringing all morning. Since he never carried it with him anymore, he just left it in the office. When he looked at his phone, he saw that all of the calls were from the same number and although his call history showed they had called 8 times, there was...
Mark, Maren and Gyges had left so suddenly, which had them worried, but they were also eager to participate in catching the bastard. Now that everyone had wrist devices, they had begun using them more, but they didn’t want to contact them via their wrist devices, just in case they ended up distracting or compromising them somehow. Angela informed them that there was a shuttle at the palace and that she could pilot it, if they wanted to go out there? The group agreed and walked off through...
Marnot was the closest member to Athos, being only 3 days in light drive away now that Cricket had upgraded the light engines on the Battlestar and other stationary ships. Marnot itself wasn’t actually a planet, but a good sized moon around a very large gas planet. Marnot was very lush and humid, there were no large mountains or anything, just one big sea that covered most of the moon and two large island continents, which were primarily rainforests. The dominant civilized species on both...
In the morning, Mark went to his office to go through his daily reports. The only item that caught his attention was that there were hundreds of unknown ships approaching Cantara, which was on the far side of the sensor network. Mark asked, “Is that the Rifters?“ “I think so, I do recognize a few of the ships from when they were around Trayak.” “How far is Cantara from here?“ “A long way! Cantara was one of the most remote planets the Federation ever found, even with our upgraded FTL...
Mark asked, “We need to leave immediately? Does the embassy have weapons yet?” Liyana answered, “They are not fully installed or operational yet, but we can leave a fighter or two here to defend the embassy. We really must leave right now!” The urgency and worry apparent in her voice, now had Mark starting to get worried, “Why? What’s going on?” Liyana explained, “The prince has found an ancient law, that hasn’t been used since before we left Earth over 3,000 years ago, but he’s invoked it...
Mark could hear voices around him, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. He tried to open his eyes, but everything was still black. He tried to speak to no avail, nor could he seem to move anything. “Don’t panic, “ he thought, “this is just me recovering from the anesthetic or whatever the chamber used to knock me out.” The voices were starting to get a little clearer. Still muffled, but clearer. He could now see light and shadows, but still no ability to speak or move. “Mark can...
Now that it looked like things were starting to settle down, Mark wanted to get some insight into how everyday life was for most citizens. Angela suggested that everyone come to her home, since it was time she returned anyway. She tapped a couple of icons on her wrist and ordered a lift. Liyana, Gyges and Maren opted to stay at the palace to plan the next steps, whereas Candy and Laruun volunteered to stay behind since they were going to return home anyway. Mark, Annabelle, Rayven, Solara,...
Three weeks of sports, sex and workouts later they were finally back in orbit around Earth. The news of Sebastian’s cowardly demise made it into the news, but was merely a minor story, it seems like everyone in the Federation were just glad he was of no further concern. Mark and the girls were getting impatient as they came out of FTL and it seemed to take forever before the shuttles started leaving for the surface. Everyone eager to get back home, since they’d been away so long. They were...