DISCLAIMER: The Young Riders is the creation of Ed Spielman, and the property of Ogiens/Kane productions in association with MGM/UA television. This Story is created for entertainment purposes only, no infringement intended. Not to be copied without permission from the author.
Bernie sat at Buck’s side, her head gently resting on his shoulder. They had watched helplessly as the two men had had a short discussion and one had ridden away with Jasper, crying perched on the saddle in front of him.
“I’m sorry Bernie, I should have known” he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head “I should have protected you”
“You have Buck, more than you could ever know” she answered him, tilting her head back to press her lips against his.
“I think its time for you to have a real man girly” the larger of the two men kicked Buck cruelly in the thigh and clipped him across the temple with the butt of the rifle he carried. Stars swam in front of Buck’s eyes as he desperately tried to remain conscious, his head tilted forward, his chin resting on his chest, his last clear thought of Bernie as she was pulled from his arms by the hair. Fighting the nausea and the dark tide of unconsciousness he could feel trying to pull him into its embrace, he opened his eyes again, his eyes tortured as the dirty dishevelled man placed a wet, drooling kiss against her cheek.
Knowing that her mistreatment would upset her young paramour she was glad that he was unconscious and unable to see what was happening to her, turning her head she was shocked to see Buck’s eyes opened and filled with tears. She tried to ignore the feel and smell of her attacked, her eyes focussed only on Buck, watching his helplessness and his love in his eyes, trying desperately to tell him with her eyes that it didn’t matter as her filthy attacker pushed her to the ground, his sweaty body covering hers.
Buck could see the terror in her eyes, as the other man took Buck’s own knife from his belt waving it in front of her face before slicing the ropes that bound her wrists together, then reaching down to where she lay trapped between his straddling knees, he lifted the hem of her nightgown, enjoying the suffering he was inflicting upon the both of them. He looked into Buck’s face, cackling at the misery he could see there as he struggled frantically at the bonds holding him. Placing the tip of the knife against the hem of the night gown. The razor sharp knife slicing through the soft material from hem to collar as easily as it would through butter. Seeing she was naked under the nightgown, the sight of her nubile, lush young body beneath him, stole any thought of sanity from his twisted mind.
Hearing Buck’s anguished groan Bernie opened her eyes, ashamed of her nudity in front of him. Looking deeply into his face she saw only love in his tears of helplessness.
Buck watched her powerlessly, knowing what was about to happen to her, he struggled against his bonds, not noticing the blood running down his wrists as the rope cut into his flesh as he struggled desperate to save her from her attacker. His struggles stilled as Bernie’s eyes found and held his own, full of her love and concern for him as the man above her traced the tip of the knife over her now exposed torso. As he watched her shudder with fear and distaste, he carefully mouthed three important words to her “I love you”, trying to reassure her and comfort her in the only way he could. She nodded her head slowly as her lips formed the same words back to him.
Seeing that they were communicating, Alex’s henchmen cuffed her hard across the side of her head.
“Leave her alone you filthy pig” Buck spat as he struggled against his bonds anew.
“enjoyin the show are you injun, lets see how much she likes one of her own kind.”
“He’s more of a man than you will ever be” Bernie spoke quietly from beneath him, as the tip of the knife drew a bright bead of blood high on her breast.
Caught too deeply in his own hunger, he flicked the knife into the ground beside his kee and dropped to press himself against her nakedness, his own hands holding hers high above his head, his mouth wet against her face as he licked a wet trail from her chin to her temple, a shudder of revulsion passing through her as his fetid breath assailed her, Buck’s moan of anguish ringing in her ears.
--oo0000oo—
The others seeing signs of a camp had taken to the hills surrounding them and were watching from the crest of the closest rise. All of them knew what was about to happen, and feeling an even stronger kinship with her new friend, she knelt beside Teaspoon with tears in her eyes.
“Teaspoon we can’t let this happen” her own mind filling with her own memories of a similar event.
“Lou honey, we can’t just go charging in there until we find out what we are up against” Teaspoon reasoned with her
“We can’t just sit here Teaspoon” Jimmy spoke his horror at the events unfolding before them evident in his eyes.
Kid embraced Lou and spoke to Teaspoon, not really understanding the level of her distress “can’t we do something Teaspoon?”
Teaspoon considered his options carefully, then spoke “Cody, if he looks like he’s going to,” he paused looking into the pained faces of his riders, not wanting to put it into words “well you know, hurt her, shoot him” he tried to say it as delicately as he could
--oo0000oo—
Buck held her gaze, murmuring I love you over and over again as tears overflowed and trickled down both their cheeks, both regretting that they had not yet consummated their love.
Forcing Bernie to turn her head away from Buck, he turned his filthy broken toothed leer at Buck relishing his torment. Releasing one of her hands, he slipped his own hands between their bodies to adjust his clothing and complete the act he had started.
Tears fell unabated, from between her tightly closed eyelids, as she tried not to think abut what about to happen to her, wishing that Buck had not been so noble and she had already shared her body with him as an act of love, not the violent abuse she was about to endure. She opened her eyes, her gaze falling on Buck’s shiny knife, a plan formulating in her mind. Her tiny hand groped the ground beside her, struggling to reach the weapon, her fingers folding around the sheath, smiling that she could do this even as her attacker slipped deeper into the mire of his filthy lust. As he pushed one knee between her tender young thighs, preparing to violate her innocent young body, she raised the knife high above his head and plunged it as hard as she could between his shoulder blades.
His eyes opened wide in pain, shock and surprise, many emotions crossing his face as he began to slump against her his lifeforce flowing quickly from his body.
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