I just saw the movie, High Plains Drifter, on Netflix (highly recommended). I can't believe they pulled it off in Hollywood, but Clint Eastwood is an absolute savage in the movie. In the first 15 minutes, he kills several outlaws, grabs one of the dead guys wife/girlfriend/whore and binds her up and rapes her. True BDSM stuff. I was inspired and wrote this prompt. I'm looking for a DPP to embellish the fantasy and really fight back.

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The sun was setting behind the horizon as I approached the saloon where I had spent most of my afternoon drinking and causing trouble. As soon as I entered the establishment, you approached me with a seductive smile on your face. "Hey there, stranger," you say flirtatiously. "You look like you could use some company."

I raised an eyebrow at your insistence but decided to play along for now. "Maybe later," I replied nonchalantly before continuing towards the bar asking the bartender for a whiskey bottle to take with me. It wasn't long before I heard a commotion outside - someone was shouting about how they were going to kill me for what I had done earlier in the day. Without hesitation, I grabbed my gun and stepped out into the street just as a group of angry townsfolk surrounded me. In the chaos that followed, I managed to shoot several men before finally being subdued by the rest of them.

As they dragged me away towards the jail, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me - these people were determined to make an example out of me, and there was nothing I could do about it. But then, just as we reached the front door of the building, something unexpected happened: one of the townsfolk turned on his compatriots, shouting that they had no right to take away someone who had done so much for them. The men I had killed had been torturing the town for months.
Within minutes, the mob had disbanded and I was left standing there alone in the dark alleyway outside the jail. And then, just as suddenly as it started, it ended - all those angry faces disappeared into thin air, leaving me with nothing but the echoes of their footsteps fading away down the street.
As I sat there contemplating my next move, a voice from behind me broke through my thoughts: "Well, well, if it isn't the handsome stranger himself." It was you - the same woman who had accosted me earlier at the saloon. You looked like you hadn't slept in days - something was brewing beneath the surface.
"What are you doing here?" I asked suspiciously as I turned around to face you. "I thought they were going to hang you," you replied with a grin on your face. "But then again, maybe that's exactly what they wanted you to think. but not me." As you clumsily telegraph your intentions, I catch a gleam of metal behind your back.

Without hesitation, I grabbed you by the arm and pulled you inside a neighboring barn before slamming the door shut behind us. You flail your arms with weak jabs and thrusts attempting to stab me. In that moment, something inside of me snapped - this was no longer about self-defense, but pleasure and passion; it was about power and control. And so, without hesitation, I grabbed you by the arm, dislodged your knife, and dragged you towards a nearby pile of hay bales before tying you up with some old rope that lay nearby.

As you struggled against your bonds, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me. With each passing minute, you grew more and more desperate for release as the ropes dug into your flesh, leaving behind painful bruises that would last long after our encounter had come to an end. With a growl of frustration, i unbuckled my pants and ripped your knickers finding a wetness beneath. You gasped as I forcefully entered you and began thrusting. Your bonds left you helpless while I had my way with you.

When it finally happened, I pulled out and watched as my cum dripped down your legs like a sticky river. You looked up at me with those same dark eyes, begging for more. And so, without hesitation, I proceeded to take you once again - this time even rougher than before.

As we lay there together in the aftermath of our passionate encounter, you turned to me and whispered something that would change our relationship forever: ...

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