On the first day, the girl was dragged to the middle of town and onto the gallows. Her hands were secured to the wooden post with rope that tightened uncomfortably around her wrists when she moved. She stood facing the townspeople as the desert sun beat down on her eyes. She squinted, only making out the silhouette of the stranger. He stepped forwards, the spurs on his boots clinking until his figure relieved the girl’s eyes from the sun. The stranger’s index finger and thumb curled around her chin, bringing her eyes up to meet his. She could smell the light odor of tobacco from his breath as his gaze assessed her. He turned to the townsfolk and casually planted his hands on his buckle with a slight sway.

“This here is Miss Annie Jane. Now in exchange for saving yalls here town, you agreed to let me have my choice of you folk,” he announced.

Annie’s father angrily stepped forwards. In the blink of an eye the stranger unsheathed his right revolver and shot an inch in front of Mr. Jane. Dust plumed where the bullet landed, stopping the man in his tracks.

“Woah there partner. Let’s not forget I saved all of yalls lives. Don’t you think you ought to hold up your end of the deal? Now, you have 2 options.”

The stranger holstered his pistol. “1. Annie here belongs to me and I am free to do as I please, until I please. Or 2. I put a bullet between the eyes of every person that stands in my way.”

The wind rattled the shoddy windmill that stood behind the stranger. His cloak swayed in the slight desert breeze that guaranteed every man’s boots and every woman’s dress was never without some remnant of the dirt that they stood on. He scanned the horizon, his shooting finger itching to feel the cold metal trigger against it. His ears twitched with the slight ruffle of clothing from his left.

Dead. In the spot of the town sheriff who reached for his pistol was now a body. That body was very much dead. Smoke fluttered in the wind from the barrel of the stranger’s revolver. He twirled it and reholstered in one smooth motion.

“Anyone else?”

The wind was the only voice that spoke.

The stranger took the silence as his answer and turned back to his prize. He reached into his boot for his knife and raised it up to the tip of Annie’s neck, causing her to raise her chin. Barely grazing her skin, he let the knife slide down to the center of her dress and sliced through. He did the same for her corset and finally the rest of her undergarments. Her clothes fluttered back in the wind, exposing Annie Jane’s body for all the townsfolk to see. This was the same Annie Jane that always helped her father out on the farm and never missed a single Sunday church. She was beloved for the kind farm girl she was, but soon the townsfolk would love her for something more, what her body provided.

“From this day forward, you are no longer Annie Jane. You are my property and as such you do not need a name. You will respond to any name I wish to call you. Slut. Whore. Cumdump. Anything I wish.” The stranger unbuttoned his pants and let his cock slide out. Annie turned away, shutting her eyes closed.

She felt the streaking pain of the stranger’s hand across her cheek. “You will look at my cock as it enters you. Do not look away, or I promise you will regret it darling.”

Annie kept her eyes open and through the blur of her tears she saw the stranger’s throbbing member enter her sex, spreading her most intimate area for all to see. She wanted to cover herself but her hands tugged against the rope to no avail. The stranger grabbed onto her hips and thrusted, using her as he pleased. After all, she was his property and what’s wrong with using your property however you want.

From the start it was never about Annie’s pleasure or even her wants. She was never anything but the stranger’s property and would never be. Her pussy tightened against his cock involuntarily, betraying her animosity. The stranger came, filling Annie’s pussy with his seed and as he pulled out, streams of cum oozed down between his property’s spread legs.

The girl was to be left there, tied to the post until sundown. By then, every man in town was to fill Annie’s womb. Though the first few were tentative, by the 3rd man that came inside Annie, men lined up to use the new local cumdump. And while those that knew Annie would deny it, every man that day came with more pleasure than they ever did their wives. Annie’s priest, her teacher, the general store owner that she delivered eggs to every morning, and every man, save for her dad, let their cum shoot into Annie. They would tell her they had ****, that they had to do it. But those men made their choice, and soon it would be easier to accept the truth than hide behind their lie.

By the 15th day, it was normal for Annie to be dancing nude in the town saloon with nothing but heels. On the left side of her stomach was her branding that still stung when she kicked her legs in the air to the rhythm of the tune. Every time her heels clacked back down on the wooden floor below, Annie’s pierced tits would bounce for all to enjoy. Men jerked off as they drank their beer and watched the town slut humiliate herself. Even the town priest was in the back, keeping his hat tilted as to hide from others’ gaze, but every person knew who he was and why he was there.

As instructed by the stranger, Annie would finger her pussy as she danced to keep the audience entertained. She found her cunt so drenched that by the time Annie was doing her last dance, every kick sent her intimate nectar across the room. Everything was happening so fast that, for Annie, it was easier to go with it, to tell herself that she was what the stranger told her she was, a slut. Day by day, this idea would solidify into truth as Annie found herself spiraling down a reconditioning of her own psyche.

On day 32, the town gathered to have a special celebration for Annie’s 1 month slut-iversary. The stranger led Annie down the town’s roads on all fours, a collar around her neck. As the stranger’s horse trotted, the chain leash wrapped around his hand pulled Annie along. At every door, Annie would have to bow down, her head to the floor, and beg the men inside to breed her. Not a single man resisted.

By now, Annie’s dad and her family had packed and left town, not wanting to see what their daughter had become. To not have her family farmhouse go to waste, the last destination of Annie’s walk was her own home. Inside, Annie was placed on her bed, and fucked by the stranger. He pulled her leash to him and kissed her lips. This was the first time he had done so or allowed any man to do so. He pulled away from her, a trail of saliva lingering as he left. “Good slut.”

Annie’s pussy wettened. Over the past month she had tried her best to do what the stranger wanted, at first out of fear of punishment, but now she wasn’t sure. She wanted to please him, to hear him tell her how good she was at doing what he told her. After all, with a branding like that, it would be impossible for her to marry any man, and around these parts, it was a man’s world. As such, the women of the town grew apathetic to Annie’s treatment. They couldn’t stop their husbands from fucking the town cumdump, so why bother. It was easier to tell each other, and themselves, that Annie Jane had it coming. She was always flaunting her whore tits that overflowed above her corset every chance she got. Of course, this wasn’t true, but with how Annie looked now, denial fell on deaf ears.

The stranger pulled both of Annie’s arms, forcing her back to arch as he fucked her from behind. Every thrust bobbed Annie’s head and slammed her ass against the stranger, The wet impact of her skin against his was enough to make Annie drool from both her mouth and her fuckhole. As Annie’s eyes drifted from each pounding of the stranger’s cock, she saw the memories of her house. She remembered relaxing after a hard day’s work with her dad on the patio and enjoying cool beer with him. On that same patio she was filled with three loads of cum just half an hour ago. Annie recalled every day fetching the hot water for her family’s bath and enjoying the warmth. In that bath, Annie washed the stranger’s body with her own, before he brought her to her own bed. His cock was overriding all her memories, so that every place she ever knew was associated with sex, that every place that she will ever come across is one where she should be filled with cock.

Annie came for yet another time, on top of the hundreds of times she orgasmed that day, while the stranger pumped his cum into his slut’s waiting pussy. From that day on, whether willingly or not, Annie forgot her own name.

The next day, the stranger slung Annie’s naked body across his horse. Grabbing the reins, he swung on, himself. Annie laid belly down on the saddle behind the stranger. She was property of the stranger, and each town he visited was another chance for the stranger’s cumdump to fulfill her purpose. He reached back and slapped her ass, riding off towards the next town on the road. The warm glow of the setting sun casted its light around the stranger and his slut. Annie’s ass bounced with every trot and the constant motion kept her consistently aroused as her silhouette too faded beyond the horizon.

Mac here. I'm trying something a little different this time. This is an episodic adventure that can be read in any order instead of a linear one. Each chapter will be a different town/location with its own challenges that our pair of main characters must overcome. Along the way, of course, there will be plenty of sex, humiliation, degradation, you name it. I hope you join me for this journey and please let me know what you'd like to see next.

Chapters I'm Working On:

• The Stranger and the Tournament of Sluts
• The Stranger and the Ghost Town
• The Stranger and the Matriarchy