Sexy city girl Annie is on a retreat at a remote ranch in Arizona. She meets Chet, an enigmatic and hunky cowboy, and they soon hit it off.

But when they go out trekking into the wilderness, Annie finds herself alone with Chet and his four cowboy buddies.

What follows is a night of forceful passion that Annie won't soon forget, as she is taken by force by the five horny cowboys...

This 5100+ word story features a forceful gangbang, double penetration, rough deepthroating, and five cowboys who don't take 'no' for an answer....

Excerpt:

His voice was soft, mellifluous, and his words were a sensual whisper. Annie felt a tug low down, a swirling excitement in the center of her as she thought back to that first night they'd shared on the ranch. In the darkness, she smiled.
"Well, I am cold, Chet. Maybe you could think of some way to help me with that?"
He took another step closer, until he was right in front of her, close enough to touch, to kiss. Annie could smell his natural musk, could feel the gentle exhalations of his breath on her hair. He leant forward until his lips were just brushing her ear, and Annie felt a shiver of pleasure flow through her.
"I think we could work something out, miss."
He took her by the hand and led her away, seemingly able to see in the dark far better than she could. Annie's heart was beating faster as she imagined the night of fun they had ahead of them. She was too busy imagining Chet's wiry body writhing against hers, his hot tongue pressing into her mouth, to notice that he had already led her past the tents.
It was only a few seconds later that she snapped out of her fantasies, suddenly realising that they were headed back towards the flickering light of the fire. Annie could see that the other four men were still sitting around it, seemingly silent. Waiting.
She tugged on Chet's hand, still gripping hers.
"Chet, where are we going?" she hissed in his ear, eager for the others not to hear, not to see.
He didn't reply, just kept on walking, bringing them closer and closer to the fire. Annie tugged harder on his hand, a laugh in her voice.
"Chet! Stop playing!" She dropped her voice an octave in an attempt to make it husky, enticing. "Let's go back to my tent so you can get me warmed up."
But still Chet remained silent, ignoring her, and Annie felt the first sliver of unease force its way into her thoughts. What the hell is going on here? Why is he ignoring me? Why is he taking me over there?
They were getting closer and closer to the ring of light cast out from the fire, and, determined now, Annie dug her heels into the ground and tried to wrench her arm free from Chet's grip.

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Ashley Rhodes writes red hot erotic fiction for a discerning audience.