Horse Theif

Chapter One

Amitola crouched beside a pair of large rocks. It had taken some time, but she’d finally tracked down Wild Bell and her outlaw group. Her breasts ached with phantom pain, remembering the ropes the bandit had used on her. Even after Wild Bell cut her down from the tree, the busty teen was **** to hike back to her village with her melons nearly strangled. The chieftain, her father, lashed her backside raw.

Despite the pain and humiliation, her determination was not diminished. Now, looking down at the camp, she studied her foe. She didn’t fully understand why she was here. The outlaws' threat toward her teats was terrifying. Amitola loved her fat melons. The way they bounced and jiggled, the way they dominated her slender chest. She even loved their hefty weight.

So, why am I here about to risk them again? The question left an odd tremble in her blood. A simmering heat rolled from her center. Did some part of her want her orbs at the mercy of these bandits. She shook herself and focused her attention on the small camp. The three outlaws sat around a small fire. Though from this distance their conversation couldn’t be heard, every once and awhile a loud laugh would peal out.

Are they talking about what they did to me? The question popped into Amitola’s mind. She knew that after weeks the bandits wouldn’t likely be reminiscing about her. But for some reason, she felt they were. Her heart started to beat faster. Her eyes glued to the three women below, she slowly lifted her fat teats and laid them on the large rocks she crouched behind.

With her melons splayed atop the stone, her nipples pressed hard against her soft leather top. She began to imagine the different, terrible things the bandits might do to her tits. They could bind them tight, tighter even than before. Perhaps, attempting to garrote her fat teats. Or they could place heavy stones on them, piling them heavier and heavier. They could follow through with Wild Bell’s threat and hang her by her melons until they fell off.

Amitola shivered. Why was she here? Why was she risking her beautiful paps? And worst of all, why did it turn her on so much? She caressed her tits. Her fingers dug deep into the soft mounds. Her hands seemed to move on their own. Squeezing and molding her fat teats. She let out a low moan when she gave her hard nipples a tweak.

The sound of her lusty voice snapped her out of her weird fugue. Giving her head a small shake she turned her attention to the bandits. The trio had banked their fire low and laid down on their bedrolls. Amitola figured she’d have to wait another hour before she could make her move. She pulled her teats from the rock and hunkered down to wait.

But time was not her friend. Her mind began to flash with wicked, twisted scenes. All focused on her massive paps. Arousal flooded her center. Her fingers itched to tweak her nipples again. Or to creep down her pants to find her sweet button. It took all her will power to just wait quietly. Finally, the hour passed. She looked over the large rocks, down at the outlaws.

Yes! She thought. They were asleep. With all the woodcraft training her father had taught her, she slipped silently down the hillside. The moon was a sharp crescent, casting a baleful light over her path. Her heart rattled against her ribs. She was more than a little surprised that the bandits couldn’t hear it pounding away. She let out a soft sigh as she reached the place Wild Bell and her companions had staked their horses.

The large beast snuffled at her hair as she untied its lead. Once again, the busty teen asked herself why she was here. What did she think she’d achieve even if she managed to steal the horse without getting caught. Everyone knew that Wild Bell was vicious. She wouldn’t be likely to be lenient twice. Amitola pushed these thoughts away. She’d come this far, she wasn’t going to back out now.

Whisper quiet, she slid up onto the horse’s back. Holding the lead tight, she let out a sharp cry and sent the beast into a gallop. Her huge breast slapped hard against her chest and belly. She grinned as she felt the animal pull away from the camp. She’d done it! She’d stolen from the most famous outlaw in the lands!

Her excited grin vanished as she heard a shrill whistle. Suddenly the horse stopped in its tracks. Its hooves kicked up a large cloud of dust as they skidded to a halt. If Amitola had been less of a rider, she would have been thrown clear of the beast. She was so stunned she just sat on the horse as it turned back toward the camp.

A mocking applause filled the air. Amitola looked down on Wild Bell and her two companions. The anger in the woman’s eyes flashed even as she gave the teen a large smile. “I have to say, you are one crazy filly.” She stepped up and took the lead from Amitola’s hands. “Now, get on down here before I really start to lose my temper.”

Amitola’s heart was galloping in her chest harder than the horse had just moments ago. Her mind flashed to a set of nooses fitted around the bases of her breasts. Her arms tied behind her back while she teetered on a half rotten log. Just waiting for the outlaw to kick her makeshift perch out from under her. Sentencing the busty teen’s melons to a slow execution.

One of the bandits laughed and asked, “Hey boss, you think the heifer came back to let you take her teats?”

No! A strange fire filled Amitola’s belly. She would not submit to this bandit’s whims. Squaring her shoulders, she slid her right leg over the horse's back. Wild Bell gave a smirk to her companions. The teen took advantage of the distraction. With another war cry, she threw herself at the blond outlaw.

Wild Bell was not expecting it. Amitola knocked her to the ground and began to wail on her head and shoulders. The outlaw ducked her head and blindly tried to push the busty teen off her, screaming profanities into the night. Amitola was feeling powerful! She’d never been much for fighting. But now, the fury pumping in her blood drove her to keep slapping and punching the blonde.

She became so focused in her attacks that she failed to notice that her left breast bounced free of her top. The fat melon jumped and shook around. It slapped the outlaw in the face as well. Wild Bell finally proved as tough as her reputation. As Amitola’s teat flew at her again, the bandit bit down hard. The teen wailed and reached to save her fat melon.

Distracted, she missed Wild Bell’s move. The outlaw grabbed her shoulders and jerked her down to deliver a powerful headbutt. The teen swooned, dazed by the terrible blow. The bandit didn’t let her recover. She shoved the fat titted teen into the dirt and jumped to her feet. Before Amitola knew what had happened, she found herself with a six-shooter aimed at her nose.

Wild Bell snarled and spit to the side. “Well filly, I’ll say you’s got some spirit. But you ain’t got the sense god gave a field mouse.” Still keeping her attention on the downed teen, she barked. “You lazy bitches don’t just stand there, tie her up!”

In second the other two bandits had Amitola on her feet with her hands painfully bound behind her back. But she wasn’t going to let them cow her. She glared at the bandit leader. The blonde outlaw laughed. “Still got grit despite everything.” She cast about as if looking for something. “Got no trees nearby…”

Amitola felt fear trickle down her throat. She suspected Wild Bell was thinking of hanging her by her melons again. And most likely there would be no reprieve this time. The busty teen took a deep breath and straightened her shoulders, thrusting her massive teats out. Terror churned in her gut, but she wasn’t going to disgrace her tribe by begging.