Amitola remains stoic

Wild Bell narrowed her eyes at the overly busty teen. “I warned you never to rob from me again!”

Amitola firmed her jaw. She heard the threat in the outlaw’s words. Felt the icy knife of fear scrape against her spine. But she was determined. She wouldn’t give in. Even if my beautiful tits are at risk! The thought trembled in her mind. She took a slow breath and pushed it down.

Wild Bell grinned. Her teeth flashed like blades. “You know filly, I could almost like you. You're brave, self-confident, and more than a little crazy.” Her laugh didn’t sound friendly.

She leaned closer, her hand cupping Amitola’s sore left breast. “You’re a fine looking filly and you’ve got skill.” She nodded to her two companions. “Hell, they can attest to it. If not for how well my horse is trained, you’d ‘ave got away clean.” Her eyes flashed. “I just don’t know what I should do with you. Part of me says, I should just take your teats and be done with you. But another part says that’s too easy.”

She squeezed the breast in her hand hard. Her fingers sank into the heavy mammary like thick dough. Amitola gritted her teeth to keep from crying out. “Also it might be a waste of yer skills. Not to mention the fun me and my girls could have with such a lovely pair.”

With a nod, she dropped the tit she’d been crushing. She turned to the taller of her two companions. “Dallas, put a pair of nooses on her paps. Make ‘em good and tight, then tie ‘em to my saddle, we’ll take her back to our base with us.” Glancing back at the overdeveloped teen, “you might still lose those puppies, but at least you get to keep ‘em a bit longer.” Again, her laugh was cold and cruel.

Dallas grabbed Amitola’s top and ripped it the rest of the way down. Her right breast bounced free, causing both her breasts to jiggle. The cruel grin on the outlaw’s face made her want to pull back. Teeth gritted, the well-endowed teen faced her ordeal with dignity. She would get free and teach these white bitches that she wasn’t a push over. She could handle anything they threw at her.

Then the tall outlaw slipped a noose around her right breast. Amitola had to grit her teeth harder to keep from hissing as the rope bit deep into her tit flesh. A sneer on Dallas’ face sparked Amitola’s rage. As the outlaw went to tighten the left-hand noose, the busty teen attacked. A striking snake, she slammed her head into the taller woman’s mouth. As Dallas stumbled back in pain and shock, the teen swept her leg. Dallas went down hard. Not willing to waste the opening, Amitola kicked the outlaw in the jaw.

Wild Bell and her other companion stared in shock. The overdeveloped girl charged them. Dipping her shoulder, she slammed into the companion’s gut. They both tumbled to the ground. Again, Amitola slammed her head into an unsuspecting face. She tried to roll to her feet. Before she could make it halfway up, a pistol grip crashed into her temple. She dropped to the dirt, the world slipping into darkness.