A fantastic fantasy/dream

I've always had a very active imagination and I devoured stories of all kinds since I could read. So I guess it's natural thag I would have all kinds of wild sexual fantasies too crazy to ever act out. I've been very much into Westerns, movies and books and short stories, so lately my drrams have been trending in that direction. I had such a vivid one just the other night, a dream so intense that I still have every detail burned in my mind. I have to share it.

So in my dream I'm a very infamous outlaw. I've gathered together a gang of the most cutthroat men with death sentences hanging over their heads. We hit towns all along the frontier, pillaging and stealing from the hapless settlers. We would always surround the town, capture the sheriff and publicly execute him to break the spirits of the townspeople.

We would spend days in the town, living off the people's food and water, stealing their suppplies and ammunition. I try my best to keep my men from roughing up thr innocent people too much but I can't always prevent thr soundrels from taking wives and daughters into their beds. It's not ideal but there's only so much I can do to keep them in line lest they turn on me. Then we would disappear deep into the wilderness for a time until we woukd strike again.

Well thats the backstory I've given this fantasy anyway.

In the dream we are finally tracked down by the law, or more specifically a group of bounty hunters who have teamed up to take us down. The attack comes late at night in the soft glow of dying campfires. I always leave lookouts to guard the camp as I sleep but they've let their guard down enough for the bounty hunters to overtake us. Before I'm even fully awake and aware gunfire is ringing and I have a rough lasso digging into my throat and a booted foot planted in the small of my back. My boots and gun belt are swiftly removed and I'm roughly hogtied and left to writhe in the dirt as my cuthroat gang is slaughtered and subdued around me.

A flickering torch illuminates me as a gloved hand tangles itself in my hair and yanks my head back. A tattered paper with a poorly drawn image if my own face is held to my real one. The man holding it declares that it's close enough. I hear the posse confirming that only 6 of my 20 men remain alive and they complain of the lost bounties. The one in my head is enough to make up for it however. I try to bargain with the bounty hunters but I'm quickly and painfully gagged with my own belt, my custom holsters tossed in a saddle bag to be sold later. The leather digs into my lips and I can feel the corners of my mouth nearly splitting.

One of the hunters reminds the rest of how dangerous my gang has been and says to make sure we carry no hidden weapons. As I shriek in horror the man who hogtied me produces an enormous serrated blade and saws through my leather pants and vest and the blouse underneath and they are torn from me, leaving my naked in the dirt and brush. He unceremoniously penetrates me with one hand thumb in my ass, two fingers wiggling deep in my vagina. He pronounces me secure as I chew on my belt and grumble with rage.

I'm cut free from my hogtie and forced to my feet, though the rope that had been used is now looped around my ankles so I can't spread my feet more than a yard apart. The hunter watching me tightly binds my wrists and elbows, softly telling me that I'm wanted alive, but the bounty doesn't specify in what condition. He roughly twists my labia and laughs softly as I squeak.

My six remaining outlaws and myself are bound together in a coffle, short ropes connecting the nooses looped aroud our necks. I realize with horror that my men are as naked as I am and the bounty hunters find it amusing to place me directly in the middle. The horse we are led by begins a trot and as the sunrise nears we begin to honle after it.

We are bound so close together that its impossble to keep a steady distance. When I step on the heels of the man in front of me I am bounced backward toward the one behind me. I can feel his ragged breath and his swinging dick brushing my bare ass cheeks. When he grows erect from watching my little sss swaying I can feel that too.

As the sun rises high in the sky the heat grows, baking the sand under my bare feet and blistering my naked flesh. Sweat pours off my body, trailing tracks in the dust coating my skin. Periodically one of the bounty hunters rides down the line, giving us water. And by thay I mean pouring it on my upturned face so only a few precious drops seep past the belt gagging me. I am weak and lightheaded bust I stumble forward, barely keeping pace.

When one of the bounty hunters branches off to go relieve himself I'm made acutely aware of how long it has been for me. I complain into my gag and am told that we'll only stop for sleep and to water the horses. I whimper and shuffle my feet until I feel the hot stream on the small of my back and realize that the man behind me is peeing on me. The bounty hunters roar with laughter and encourage me to do the same. Sobbing, I let myself go, feeling my own urine trickling down my thighs and splashing o my ankles.

The scorching sun dries my filthy body as it sinks back toward the horizon. I'm ready to pass out from exhaustion but I have to keep hobbling forward. Only when dusk has fallen and I am ready to collapse the coffle is pulled to a stop. I try to fall to my knees but pull up short when my men do not. I gag and struggle for a second before getting my feet back under me. The bounty hunters shriek with laughter. Then one of them looks down at me and assures me that there are only two more days of this ahead before we reach the city and my sentence is carried out. He pats my ass reassuringly before wiping his hand in my hair.

That night we are given no shelter, merely forced down onto our knees in the dirt. We are not fed, the bounty hunters telling us they have none to spare. As my shoulders heave with despair, I feel the man behind me stir. Before I know what's happening he slams his forehead into the base if my skull. I shriek and slump forward into the man in front of me, my head spinning. Then my body is pressed into his back as the cuthroat behind me rams his cock into my dry pussy. I scream as he pemetrates me, unable to defend myself. The risk of my violent band turning on me had always been present but I hadn't imagined it being like this.

The bounty hunters gather and watch as we rut like wild animals, probably confirming all the stereotypes they had held of me and my filthy outlaws. The man behind me cums inside me, though weakly because he is dehydrated. I remain sandwiched between the two outlaws and eventually fall asleep. Im awakened the next morning by the same man's cock once again deep inside me.

The bounty hunters get a kick out of this and cut some of us loose, rearranging us so a different man is now directly behind me. I know that before the day is out I will be getting brutally fucked once again. The bounty hunter closest to me pinches my nipple and slaps my face as we get moving once again. I feel like I'm in Hell now, but before long I'll be on my way there for real. What more tortures could Satan have waiting for me there?

But that's another story.