The New Realtor in Town

Kassie was twenty-six, standing five foot six in her heels with a small frame, college educated, with no children. She had recently moved to a small town on the plains of Southwestern Nebraska from Phoenix, after her marriage had broken up. She thought it would be a perfect place to start over, but she never really fit into the area.  She was high fashion with expensive shoes and clothes.  Her high heels, shiny pantyhose, and short hem-lines only ruffled the feathers of the other real estate agents that saw their male clients falling all over themselves to dump them in favor of Kassie.

 So, on one special day, another male client had called Kassie to have her show him some ranch property on the far reaches of the county.  Kassie was excited to have another client but this new listing was on the far edge of the county.  She even had to use a map as the GPS in her car couldn’t find the county roads and her cell phone no longer had service in these wide-open flat lands with their rolling hills.

 Kassie was so happy to have finally found the property, and turn into the rutted drive.  A short, bumpy ride on the winding drive and she pulled up to the large two-story house.  As Kassie stepped out of her car, she quickly realized that her four-inch heels were not the proper attire for the soft and muddy surroundings.  Kassie looked around the area; the house appeared to be outstanding. But as she surveyed her surroundings, she noted that the farm buildings that belonged with the house were a short drive down the hill. 

 The client was a widower of about 60 years of age and his three sons that ranged in age from around 20 to 40.  They stood next to their truck and watched in amazement when Kassie had exited her car.  Kassie smiled as she walked toward the father with her right hand extended.  “Hi! I’m Kassie.”  The older man was wearing faded blue overalls with a kaki shirt and a ball cap that had a tractor logo.  “Hi young lady, I’m Wilber.”  The older man smiled as he motioned toward the three younger men as they approached Kassie, smiling and looking at her like they had just won the lottery.  Kassie felt a little uneasy as she greeted the sons.

 Wilber introduced the three as Michael, John, and the youngest, Jeb.  Kassie smiled at each and shook each of their hands, then quickly backed up and began removing the listing papers from her large purse.  “Well, this is a very nice home that has so many updates and features.”  Wilber turned toward her and asked, “Do you suppose we could go down to the corrals and outbuildings? I would like to see what we can do with those first, before we get all happy with the house.”  Kassie was surprised that he or his boys were more excited about some corrals and barns instead of the place where they would be spending so much of their time.   “Oh! Sure, we can go down there and look that over first.”   Wilber moved away from the house and looked back at the three boys, “You boys take the truck and I’ll ride with Kassie.”  Then he turned toward Kassie “If that is, okay?”  Kassie smiled. “Of course, Wilber, you can ride with me.” 

 Kassie cautiously walked toward her car.  Wilber smiled as he watched her stepping gingerly through the soft ground toward the driver’s side of her car.  “Guess those shoes are better on city streets than county roads.”  Kassie didn’t say anything as she unlocked the doors and entered the driver’s seat.  Wilber waited a moment, looking at Michael and nodded.  Michael smiled in return and nodded. 

 Kassie started the car as Wilber entered the front passenger seat and closed the door.  “Wow! This is a really nice car.  What brand is it?”  Kassie placed the car in drive and eased it around the circle drive. “It is a BMW.”  Wilber glanced down and smiled to himself.  Sitting where he was, he had a beautiful view of Kassie’s legs as her skirt had ridden up when she had gotten into the car.  She was so focused on not getting stuck, that she didn’t notice her skirt or the show she was giving Wilber. 

 “So the corrals and outbuildings are very important to you about this property?”  Kassie asked as they drove the several hundred yards to the next entrance and pulled to a stop.  “Oh, let’s drive on down toward the front of the chute.” Wilber said as he pointed toward the corrals that were several hundred yards from the road.  “I think your car will make it without any problems.”  He said with a bit of a laugh.  Kassie eased the car forward on a makeshift path that other trucks and tractors had traveled.  She stopped near the large wooden cattle chute and turned the engine off.

 Wilber opened his door and exited the car and walked toward the front of the chute and stood, looking back at the car as Kassie got out the driver’s side and paused a moment as she straightens her skirt and jacket and began walking toward Wilber.  Something sounded like a popping sound in the distance and then something striking the ground near her caused Kassie to turn and look back toward the sounds.  Suddenly Kassie yelped and grabbed her right breast.  Then she groaned in pain clutching her lower belly as she fell backwards to the ground with a thud.  She lay there, sprawled out, one shoe on, the other shoe lying nearby.  Her eyes were open, but were just looking out into space, and her breathing was in gasps.  Wilber rushed to her and knelt near her right side, looking at the two bullet holes in her skirt and the one in her jacket.  “Oh my gosh! What is the matter, Kassie?”  Wilber said as he opened her jacket, pushing it back, and off her shoulders.  He surveyed the hole in her blouse, and then ripped at the buttons of her blouse, exposing her lacy bra.  Blood was seeping from the small wound to her breast that the .22 round had caused. It appeared that Kassie was in shock as she was still breathing, but it seemed labored.  Wilber moved toward her legs as he pushed up the hem of her skirt, till he could see her crotch, he was happy to see she wore only the silky sheer pantyhose underneath her skirt, he pushed the skirt up a little more and could see the small holes.  The bullets had penetrated her pantyhose in her lower belly, one just above her pubic mound, and the other slightly lower and to the left of the first, just to the top edge of the gusset.  The gusset appeared bloody so one of the bullets must have pierced her uterus.

 Kassie wasn’t sure what had happened.  She was in shock and the pain in her breast and lower belly were like she had been hit with some sort of burning pieces of lava.  She moaned for Wilber to get help between gasps.  Wilber nodded to her, “Oh we’ll help you Kassie, and we will take care of you.”  Wilber had finished removing her jacket, blouse, and had rolled her towards him. Wilber was unzipping her skirt as the three boys pulled up in the truck.  Wilber rolled her over to her back and pulled her skirt off her legs.  The boys walked toward where Wilber had left her. They were grinning at each other as they looked down at Kassie.  Wilber had left her all sprawled out, and the only clothing items she had left, were the sheer pantyhose and the lacy bra.  Jeb whistled as he looked down at the woman.  Wilber hit him with her skirt and motioned toward her, “Pick her up and tie her in the chute, and don’t do anything with her until I say.” 

 Jeb smiled as he nodded to John and they bent down, each taking an arm and leg and lifting her off the ground and carrying her toward the open gate.  Once in the chute, they laid her down as they went to a pile of old baling twine and picked out several long pieces.  They returned to Kassie and Jeb lifted her left leg to where it was about waist high and John wrapped the twine around her ankle and the through the wooden slates in the chute, securing her leg.  They did the same to the right leg, causing her to be spread wide open.  Then they raised her arms up and tied them to the railing so that she was at a good height for whatever they wanted to do with her.  Wilber and Michael walked to the chute and looked at the spread crotch of Kassie.  “Jeb go get me that pitch fork by that shed.” Wilber said as he pointed to the nearby shed.  John smiled, “Dad you going to run her through with a pitch fork?”  Wilber looked at him, “Naw, you wait and see boy.”  Jeb returned with the old rusty pitch fork.  Wilber took the pitch fork and placed the tines to the ground, and placed his foot on them, then with a quick motion with his hands, snapped the handle off at the head.  Then he raised the broken and jagged end of the handle and smiled toward John. “I thought I’d open that gusset up a little.” 

 Wilber approached the center of her spread legs and pushed the pointy end of the handle into the sheer gusset of her pantyhose and moved it around a bit.  Kassie felt this immense pain in her pussy and screamed out as the Wilber increased the force and with a sudden pop, the handle ripped through the nylon and tore into her pussy.  Kassie screamed as the handle had ripped the tender flesh of her pussy.  Wilber paused for a moment and removed the handle and turned it around and forced the rounded in into her pussy, forcing it in to her pussy till he hit her cervix.  Kassie was thrashing about, screaming in pain.  Wilber turned to Jeb, “Go stick your dick in her mouth so I don’t have to listen to that.”  Jeb gave his dad a big grin as he quickly climbed up the side of the chute and dropped down near her head.  Jeb quickly had his erect penis out and was shoving it in and out of her mouth. 

 Wilber pulled the handle out a little then slammed it back into her, and let it hang out of her as he stepped back.  Michael, stepped forward, removed the handle and quickly shoved his penis into the wounded, bloodied pussy.  Michael didn’t last long before he pulled out and shot his semen onto her stomach, John stepped forward and began pounded his large penis into her, grabbing her ass with his hands and pounding her as hard as he could.  Jeb screamed out as he shot his load into her mouth.  Kassie was choking on his cum and trying to breath, as John pulled out a knife and sliced open her bra.  He then plunged the knife into her left nipple and shot his load into her pussy. 

 John staggered back, weak in the knees from his massive orgasm clutching the fence with one hand and his fading erection in the other.  Wilber laughed as he sat on the top rail of the fence, taking in the action with amusement. Then he spoke. “Jeb, clean out her car, dump everything personal here in a pile.  Then take her car over to the Big Springs salvage yard, Billy is waiting for it and knows what to do. John will pick you up later.”  Kassie had passed out between rapes and the pain.  Wilber walked between Kassie’s spread legs and patted her pubic mound.  “John, see if you can find a hammer of some sort in one of those buildings.”  John took off to find his father a hammer as Jeb was going through the car.  Papers and clothing items were cleaned out of the car and placed in a pile.  Wilber ripped more of the crotch out of the pantyhose and took his erect penis and stuffed it into Kassie’s ass as she screamed into consciousness and pleaded between sobs for them to stop hurting her.  Wilber pounded her for a short time before he shot into her ass.  He leaned onto her as he regained his composure. 

 John was standing behind him with a small sledge hammer and smiling at his father.  Wilber turned toward John and pointed toward the handle of the pitch fork.  “Hand that to me.”  John handed the handle to his father and watched as he guided the sharp end into her pussy.  Once it was forced in as far as it could go, Wilber turned to John.  “Drive it in.”  John swung the hammer and brought it forward onto the end of the handle.  Kassie’s head shot upward as she screamed as she felt her insides were being ripped open.  Again, the hammer slammed onto the end of the handle as it was slowly driven through her cervix and into the depths of her bowels.  Kassie had stopped moving as the end of the handle inched up her pussy.  Blood was coming from her mouth as her head had fallen back and it appeared the end of the handle was lodged near her chest. 

 Michael drove a tractor that had a bucket on the front and a backhoe on the back to the side of the chute and got out of the tractor. He walked up to the body of Kassie hanging from the chute.  Wilber motioned for them to cut her down.  “Then put her in the bucket and once you have a deep enough hole, drop her in.  Then get all the stuff from the car and put into the hole with her.”  Michael nodded as John pulled his knife from her breast and used it to cut the baling twine that was holding her to the chute.  Her body dropped to the floor of the chute as the twine was cut.  Michael and John loaded her body into the bucket of the tractor and Michael drove it over to the pile of her personal belongings.  John picked up her clothes, shoes and the other items and threw them into the bucket with her.

 Michael drove the tractor around to the rear of the corrals, through one of the open gates. He guided the tractor inside one of the livestock sheds and dumped the contents of the bucket into a deep trench that he had dug earlier.  Michael used the bucket to back-fill the trench with the remaining dirt.  Wilber watched as Michael finished and waved toward him.  Michael nodded and drove the tractor away.  Wilber and John walked to the truck and drove away.  Wilber turned toward John, “Well, it is too bad that had to happen, but now your aunt should be happy to have the real estate office back to normal.”  John smiled at his father and nodded.