A Little Wilder Than Usual (Expanded Edition)

(Originally appeared on www.barebackmag.com in two parts).

“Red Riding Hood,” Keiko announced, pointing at her with a slightly uninterested look on her face. “It’s written all over you.”

“Well, there’s no need to be so cheery about it,” Red hissed, hefting a huge backpack onto the luggage holder above as her companion (a tall supermodel type with long blonde hair and an overly sympathetic expression as if she’s all to used to Red’s short temper) smiled her even tempered smile, motioning for Red to sit next to her. “There’s no need to gawk at us like that, we’re not here to amuse you!!”

“Jolly, isn’t she?” Keiko snipped at Red’s companion as she leaned back into her seating, her right hand running through her short trim black hair as she stared listlessly into the ceiling of the train car above her.
“Don‘t tell me, it‘s that time of the month for you, right? All the confectionary treats in the county can‘t keep you from being snitty whenever you go out into public, eh?“

“Shove off!” Red hissed, eyes narrowing in rage as she spat at Keiko, her companion gently trying to distract her attention from the Asian woman sitting opposite of them. “You better not get off at the damn ranch we’re going to damn you! Stay on the train and ride into the Abyss, bitch!!“

“I think I will, thanks, bite me.” Keiko countered, flipping off the already irate Red as she continued to stare upwards without stopping. “And by that I mean get off where you get off, Little Red PMS Nutjob.”

“I’m doing this not because you’re threatening to write me up or anything.“
The look of evil mischief never once left Jack’s face.
“But it would help all the same if some motivation were to get you out of here, now wouldn‘t it.”

She looked first at her boss Jack, then at her supervisor Grace, eyes narrowed in disgust as she contemplated the two of them ganging up against her. Her work ethic and job performance had not lessened one iota despite the amount of added work dumped on her as of late, but it seemed these two felt it necessary to exile her to some dude ranch just because they felt she was becoming too “anti-social” with the “work” she was assigned.

Grace smiled. “Isn’t it one of my jobs to keep you from tormenting the living? After all we‘re supposed to protect them from nightmares, not cause them.“

“It’s not torment if I’m doing my job, dammit.“ Keiko said, her temper bleeding through her clenched teeth. “Stop assigning me to perverts and freakos if you don’t want me bending or breaking the “tourists”.”

“That only constitutes paperwork for us whenever you manhandle the (ahem) “Normals“, and what fun for us THAT is.“ Grace retorted in turn.

Keiko turned back to Jack, imploring with him. “Jack, you can’t be serious about all this! I mean what the hell am I going to do at some half-assed horse riding ranch that isn’t even run by real cowboys! You getting off sticking me with this, aren‘t you!“

“Does it help any to have a Judgment who has no dreams of her own protecting the dreams of others?“ Jack even-handedly replied without missing a beat.

* * * * * *

“No dreams, huh.“ Keiko remarked grimly, catching Red chuckling as she and her tall companion traded an off color joke on their side of the train cabin. “Hmph.“ she moaned unpleasantly, “At least I don’t have to stare at them for much longer. We‘re almost there… I hope.“
Red kept her antisocial behavior to a minimum for the whole two hour trip. “It’s food, alright? Food!” Red said in a huff. “Don’t stare at it and stop leaning so close to me already! Respect my five feet of private space and back the hell off already damn you!!”

“Now why do you think I’m invading YOUR space.” Keiko retorted, “You’re invading my space if you’re even interested in knowing.”

“Go fucking hump a tree and leave me alone, dammit!“

“I think you were dropped on your head as an infant,” Keiko muttered as they grabbed their stuff to get off the train. “That would explain your maniac aggressive attitude. Either that, or your having the worst period in female history, and. man, that’s gotta suck big time.”

“Somebody call the cops out so we can be alone! I want a restraining order if we end up in the same area for the weekend!” Red yelled as they tumbled onto the train platform (pushing and shoving each other as the two came out).

At this, Keiko pushed Red aside, grabbing her backpack before she could put it on, and whistled as she quickly pulled the zipper open. “Yo! Granny! Grinds! Get your bad self out here and let’s pound down this stuff…” Keiko quickly looked into the backpack and shut it again as quickly as she opened it. “Oh, fuck…”

Red stared at Keiko venomously, her hand yanking her backpack away. “Granny, what bigger than normal tits you have for a little Asian whore.”

Keiko turned back to Red, eyes narrowed, but Red continued to ignore her talking in her sarcastic way even as ranch hands pried the two apart and lead them to the ranch vans (one for each of them). “Only relatively, of course, and certainly attractive in its own way as slut bait.”

“You know something, Red?” Keiko called out as she was shoved in, “Rape is far too good for you!”
As it was already late when they arrived, everyone ate dinner in the huge quaint country dining hall and then fell asleep in the ranch’s huge hotel section, the room’s abit rustic in appearance though they also came with huge soft beds, giant vid screens and commlink services.

As “morning” came, and Terra rotated about towards the “light” of Elsespace Keiko found herself staring listlessly at the ceiling of her room, slowly stirring to awareness.

This was the part she dreaded. The part she had to get out into the “wild” and learn something… anything… “relaxing“.

Keiko’s short black hair seemed to waver slightly as a small breeze blows across the main compound of the ranch as Keiko walked from the hotel to the dining hall (no in-room food service for the guests). Her strong features were tinted lightly with a bit of a blush on her cheeks, but this was more so from her remembering again what was in Red‘s backpack yesterday than any genuine excitement over horse riding.

Several strap ons, vibrators, dildoes, and the like. Whatever kind of “riding“ she had in mind with her tall sexual plaything of a companion it wasn‘t going to be horses from Keiko‘s point of view. “Or maybe it will be, she looks like a bestiality lover to me.” Keiko muttered during breakfast, poking her food as she ate the large plate of scrambled eggs and meat. “Rice must be in short supply in the mild west.”

Just staring at Red and her lover on the opposite end of the room, feeding each other lovingly their food, made Keiko’s appetite take a sharp nosedive. “All right, all right, I‘m a loser. Big deal” she hissed in discontent. “Let’s get this over with already. Hope she’s trampled by a stampede, the little red haired slut.“

Back in her room she pulled off her clothes quickly, one hand stroking her bare breasts as she pulled off her pants. As she fell nude onto the bedding she rolled back and forth abit, hands everywhere caressing her nude flesh as she softly moaned in response to her efforts. As she spread her legs apart, lying on her back, she kept one hand at her tits while the other placed two fingers on her nub and began rotating.
The sharp twinge of pleasure caused her to gasp, hips humping up slightly as she felt the first delicious rise of pleasure from her own touch in the back of her mind. Slowly, but surely, she alternated between rubbing her nub to stroking the sensitive clit over and over again, teeth clenched to keep her cries near silent.

As sweat slowly began to trickle down her body she began to writhe beneath her own efforts, wiggling back and forth as the tempo of her efforts grew and grew rising her march to orgasm step by step.
As she pressed herself into the bedding, her legs spreading wider, she began to hump her hips up and down riding the bliss of her coming orgasm with each finger stroke by hand jerk. It was so close now she could almost taste the cum about to splatter over her own butt as she built upwards and upwards to release.

Finally after long minutes of non-stop ministrations she came, hips thrust up one strong heave as she gritted her teeth to silence her cry. Short jerk spasm jerk spasm as her hand, muscles clenched in her arm, numbly jerked her pussy spastically, splatter upon splatter of cum breaching the air and shooting in short bursts over herself and the bedding.

She collapses into the moistened sheets, hands massaging her worn sex as she deliriously falls into a weary slumber.

* * * * * *

The sight of the ride leader made Keiko stop.

She was a bit shorter than Keiko, a white female with a short fuse to go along with her short rowdy brown hair. She was the promise of a nice looking strong body beneath her dusty torn cowboy dudes, and a fair shot of attitude to match her short stack of mean that she brought to the group.

Her eyes were hidden by shades, but no doubt they were as hard as her as she looked like the kind of woman you’d see at the head of a rape gang in a female prison (the leader who owned the new girls and made them her bitches).

‘Now I’d love it if she broke me and made me her bitch.’ Keiko thought.

The horses were another thing, however, as it only took abit of coaxing (and abit of scolding from the hot looking female, named Rachel) to get Keiko finally to come close enough to ride, riding fairly well (at least in her own mind).

“Your method’s a mess.“ Rachel growled from behind Keiko, watching her like a hawk. “Don’t you dare make Bessie fall over or anything.“

“Don’t make me ride Bessie if you’re worried I’ll break her.“ Keiko retorted bitterly.

“Don’t forget to keep your trash off the ground! Pack out what you pack in, don’t…”

“Yeah, yeah,” Keiko grumbled, “I saw “Arjuna” just like everyone else. Get over it already you hot piece of pussy--”

“You have a problem with me?“ Rachel suddenly remarked, riding over next to Keiko as if singling her out. “Am I boring you?”

At that Keiko blushed unexpectedly, feeling herself become quite aroused for no reason. Just her being this close seemed to affect her, her eyes not even daring to glance directly at her or her face. “Sorry, sorry, won’t happen again. Sorry.“

Rachel’s eyes continued to hold Keiko in her sight, not wavering for a second. A few beads of sweat dripped down her face as she hunched down, trying to make herself smaller if only to escape the little spitfire‘s boring gaze. “Maybe you need a few private lessons.“ Rachel remarked.

Keiko retorted “Maybe I don’t.”

Rachel’s gaze pivoted away for a few seconds, but only to allow her to change positions and come up to Keiko’s other side, once again catching her gaze as Keiko shifted position to turn away from the other woman one more time. “Why are you carrying on like a nervous schoolgirl on a first date? Do I make you horny?”
That bit into Keiko, her gaze swung back as she took in the vision of the lovely creature next to her knowing full well she could only do this at this range because she was about to start spitting venom.
“Fuck off! I was playing with pussies long before you mounted that horse! I’d like to see you make me horny and get me off you litt…“ (mistake, she was supposed to tell her off, not taunt her into having sex with her) “…fuck you.“

“If I made you horny you’d die from it.“ she slowly drawled, leading her horse away from Keiko as if tempting her, “Probably nothing such a worldly pussy fiddler like you’d…“

Keiko jerked her reins, moving her horse after the retreating Rachel, “If you’re so dead set on giving me a lesson, fine! Let’s see just how good your pussy is in a pinch, slut.“

At the devilish expression Rachel suddenly adopted upon hearing those words Keiko looked as if she just declared herself dinner (in a meal to be later called “Keiko Helper”, which helps your Keiko help you make a great “meal“).

“Oh boy.”

“Now did someone just lay down a challenge?” Rachel taunted, drawing uncomfortably close to Keiko.

“Alright, fine, tease me mock me and do whatever frat girl Revenge of the Nerds slash Porky’s humiliation trick you’re going to pull so you’ll feel like a big girl and get it over with…” (Keiko sighs) “…I don’t care.”

“Alright then…“ Rachel whispered tauntingly, “You asked for it.“
The moment they broke apart from the rest of the group should have been the first warning. In fact it was, but Keiko couldn’t help herself after becoming so aroused by Rachel‘s bravado and challenge.

She had to see just how far this little spunky cowgirl was going to go with her “intention” to dominate Keiko, so to hell with common sense as the temptation of a good lay job was just ahead of her, too much ahead to turn back and give up a possible good time.

She didn’t have to wait long to see what Rachel had in mind for her, though, as they reached their destination rather quickly.

The spot was a secluded oasis hidden within a huge tower of rock, complete with it’s own water source and fake moss covering a huge “bed” area that looked as if it was laid just to be that (a bed). To one side there was a outdoor refrigerator carved into the rock itself, lighting spheres, and several storage containers and cabinets clearly pointing out that this was her private “den” for taking rowdy girls up here to “punish” them.

‘A private little sex den.’ she thought as she admired the setting, ‘She thought of everything… sweet.’

And that was all Keiko had time to ponder before something tapped the back of her neck, and the hiss of a hypogun rocked her into “unconsciousness”.

To Be Continued

Well, this is the one then.

I was thinking which blog I was going to link a Facebook site to for erotic fictions (and the update on a regular basis with content)... so I guess this is going to be the one then, since it sports my first follower... too bad I wasn't notified sooner I had a follower otherwise I could have came back sooner for frequent updates!

Anyway erotic fictions here starting today. Enjoy.
Oh, and between November and now I launched Erotica Sweet 16 Lite in EPublications if I forgot to post that update here. Now working on Issue Two.