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Category:
1 through F › Bonanza
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,149
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the television series that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Untitled (at the moment)
Untitled (at the moment)
By: Little Joe's Mistress
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry for the long list of warnings, but I want to make sure I didn't leave anything out. This is a story involving Suffering Joe from "Bonanza".
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DISCLAIMER: I own nothing created by David Dortort.
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CHAPTER ONE: THE PRISONER
Hands. Hands were everywhere: touching, caressing, slapping, poking, and pinching my much abused body. A cacophony of voices were moaning, sighing, cheering and jeering, as they again, passed me around like an Indian's peace pipe. I've lost track of how many there really are, and how long they've been doing this. I noticed I've stopped crying as often. I don't know why. It's not because I like it. I don't. I wish they'd leave me alone, but they don't. At least, not for very long. Their lust seemed insatiable.
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If you happened to have walked by this scene then, and took a good look at me, you wouldn't belive who I am. I wouldn't have. My family is one of the wealthiest in Nevada Territory. Have you heard of the Ponderosa ranch, or the Cartwrights? Yeah, I'm one of them. Not so 'high and mighty' now, am I? Enough about me, back to the story.
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My attackers moved back and fell silent, as the man I've come to believe is their leader, came forward for his turn with their 'prize'. There was no group grops when the leader was taking his pleasure from me.
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A signal from the leader, and an empty beer bottle was shoved up my hind end from one of the others, while the leader fucked my mouth. It was so huge, part of it went down my throat, causing me to choke. I couldn't breathe.
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Just as I thought I was going to pass out, there was an explosion inside my mouth, as it was filled with the leader's foul seed, and a deep sigh of satsifaction from the leader. He exited my mouth, and I could breathe the foul city air again. Now, I had to swallow his seed; if I spat it out or threw it up, I'd be punished. I was in no mood for his sadistic sense of justice at the moment, so I swallowed the horrid stuff with a grimace, while the bottle was removed.
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After that, they all went back to fondling and groping me, until a strange voice started speaking from behind us.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Who is that strange voice, and where and what happened to get the youngest Cartwright in this situation? Keep reading to find out. Ch.2 is coming soon!
By: Little Joe's Mistress
******************************************************************************************************
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry for the long list of warnings, but I want to make sure I didn't leave anything out. This is a story involving Suffering Joe from "Bonanza".
******************************************************************************************************
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing created by David Dortort.
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CHAPTER ONE: THE PRISONER
Hands. Hands were everywhere: touching, caressing, slapping, poking, and pinching my much abused body. A cacophony of voices were moaning, sighing, cheering and jeering, as they again, passed me around like an Indian's peace pipe. I've lost track of how many there really are, and how long they've been doing this. I noticed I've stopped crying as often. I don't know why. It's not because I like it. I don't. I wish they'd leave me alone, but they don't. At least, not for very long. Their lust seemed insatiable.
~~~~
If you happened to have walked by this scene then, and took a good look at me, you wouldn't belive who I am. I wouldn't have. My family is one of the wealthiest in Nevada Territory. Have you heard of the Ponderosa ranch, or the Cartwrights? Yeah, I'm one of them. Not so 'high and mighty' now, am I? Enough about me, back to the story.
~~~~
My attackers moved back and fell silent, as the man I've come to believe is their leader, came forward for his turn with their 'prize'. There was no group grops when the leader was taking his pleasure from me.
~~~~
A signal from the leader, and an empty beer bottle was shoved up my hind end from one of the others, while the leader fucked my mouth. It was so huge, part of it went down my throat, causing me to choke. I couldn't breathe.
~~~~
Just as I thought I was going to pass out, there was an explosion inside my mouth, as it was filled with the leader's foul seed, and a deep sigh of satsifaction from the leader. He exited my mouth, and I could breathe the foul city air again. Now, I had to swallow his seed; if I spat it out or threw it up, I'd be punished. I was in no mood for his sadistic sense of justice at the moment, so I swallowed the horrid stuff with a grimace, while the bottle was removed.
~~~~
After that, they all went back to fondling and groping me, until a strange voice started speaking from behind us.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Who is that strange voice, and where and what happened to get the youngest Cartwright in this situation? Keep reading to find out. Ch.2 is coming soon!