“You’re Going to Have S*x With Us” — Said the 3 Giant Women Already Living on the Farm He Bought
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Boon Whitmore stood at the threshold of his new life, the deed to the farmhouse feeling heavier than it should have in his weathered hands. After three grueling days of travel through rough terrain, he had envisioned a fresh start, away from the complexities of town life. The promise of fertile land for cattle ranching had lured him in, but now, as he faced the imposing figures on the porch, that promise felt like a cruel joke.
Three women stood before him, their muscular frames casting long shadows across the dusty yard. The tallest among them stepped forward, a smile on her face that didn’t quite reach her cold blue eyes. “You must be the new owner,” she said, her voice dripping with a confidence that sent a chill down Boon’s spine. As he looked at the other two women flanking her, he felt the intensity of their gazes, like predators sizing up their prey.
“Ladies, I think there’s been some confusion,” Boon replied, striving to keep his voice steady. “This is my property now. I have the legal documents right here.” He raised the deed, the official seal still crisp. The tall woman’s smile widened, revealing teeth that seemed too sharp.
“Oh, we know exactly who you are, Boon Whitmore. We’ve been expecting you.” Her words struck him like a thunderclap. How could they know his name? The seller had assured him the transaction was private. “We’ve been living here for quite some time,” the second woman added, her voice deep and resonant.
Boon felt a knot tighten in his stomach. “What do you mean?” he asked, dreading the answer. The redhead among them laughed, a low sound that sent shivers down his spine. “The previous owner made certain arrangements with us before he left. Arrangements that don’t just disappear because of a piece of paper.”
Suddenly, the weight of the situation bore down on him. These weren’t just squatters; they were women who had been wronged, and now he was caught in the web of their grievances. “What kind of arrangements?” Boon asked, though he already feared the answer.
The tall woman stepped closer, her eyes glinting with something dangerous. “The kind that involve you staying here with us permanently.” Boon’s heart raced as the implication of her words sank in. “You’re going to have sex with us, Boon. All three of us. That’s how this works.”
Boon felt the blood drain from his face. This wasn’t just intimidation; it was a threat wrapped in an audacious proposition. His hand instinctively moved toward the rifle on his horse, but he hesitated. What was he walking into? Why did he feel like his deed might not be worth the paper it was written on?
“I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing,” he said, forcing steel into his voice, “but I paid good money for this land, and I’m not going anywhere.” The tall woman chuckled, her laughter devoid of warmth. “Oh, Boon, this isn’t a game at all. This is business.”
She gestured toward the farmhouse. “The man who sold you this property owed us something. A debt that doesn’t disappear just because he ran off with your money.” Boon felt the first pangs of panic. The seller, Marcus Vance, had been eager to close the deal. Had he walked into a trap?
As the women revealed more about their history with Marcus, Boon began to understand the depth of the betrayal. They had been partners, lovers, and workers, only to be abandoned when Marcus decided he wanted out. “You see,” Helena, the tall woman, said, “we have a legitimate claim here, not just to the land, but to what we were promised.”
Boon’s mind raced. “Even if that’s true, I didn’t sign any agreement to take on his obligations.” Helena’s expression softened momentarily, revealing a vulnerability beneath her intimidating facade. “Legally, you’re probably not bound by Marcus’ promises. But morally, we’ve invested everything into this land. We have nowhere else to go.”
The weight of her words hung in the air, shifting the dynamics of their confrontation. These women weren’t predators; they were victims of Marcus’s deceit, and now they were looking to him for help. Boon’s heart clenched at the realization. They were trying to protect what they had built, and he was standing in their way.
“What exactly are you proposing?” Boon asked, his voice trembling with uncertainty. The three women exchanged glances, and he felt the gravity of his decision pressing down on him. Helena stepped forward, her imposing frame somehow less threatening now that he understood their pain. “We’re proposing a real partnership,” she said. “Not the half-hearted arrangement Marcus offered, but something genuine. We work the land together, share the profits equally, and we share our lives.”
The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken possibilities. Boon found himself drawn to their strength and vulnerability. They weren’t asking for a simple transaction; they were offering him a chance to be part of something deeper, something meaningful.
As they discussed their vision for the future, Boon felt his resistance wavering. The attraction he felt toward these women was undeniable, but more than that, he sensed a connection that transcended physical desire. They were offering him companionship, partnership, and a chance to build something together.
“I need to see what you’ve built here,” Boon finally said, surprising himself with his steadiness. “If we’re talking about partnership, I need to understand what I’m partnering with.” As Ruth led him through the fields, he marveled at the sophisticated irrigation systems and the healthy livestock. They had created a thriving operation, and Boon felt a spark of admiration for their hard work.
When they returned to the farmhouse, Boon was struck by the warmth of the space they had created together. It wasn’t just a house; it was a home filled with love and care. Over dinner, the atmosphere shifted from tension to cautious optimism, and Boon felt himself relaxing in ways he hadn’t expected.
But then, as they cleared the dishes, Helena dropped a bombshell. “Marcus left us with more than just broken promises. There are debts he incurred in our name.” The weight of her words hit Boon like a punch to the gut. They had been left to deal with the fallout of Marcus’s actions, and now the burden fell on him too.
As they laid out the details of the debts, Boon’s mind raced. But instead of feeling overwhelmed, he felt a surge of determination. “These numbers are manageable,” he said, his business acumen kicking in. “I can help you settle these debts and invest in expanding the operation.”
The relief on their faces was immediate, and Boon realized that he had not only found a partnership but a family. They were all in this together, and he could help them rebuild what Marcus had torn apart. “But I have conditions,” he added, his tone growing serious. “We need clear agreements about responsibilities and decision-making, and we take time to let our personal relationships develop naturally.”
As they began to draft their partnership papers, Boon felt a sense of hope blooming within him. What had started as a nightmare had transformed into an opportunity for connection and growth. They were building something beautiful together, a family forged in the fires of betrayal and strengthened by mutual respect.
Months passed, and the farm flourished under their combined efforts. Boon found himself falling for each of the women in different ways. Helena’s strength, Ruth’s wisdom, and Magdalene’s passion filled the void he had carried for so long. They had created a life that defied convention, one that was rich with love and understanding.
One evening, as they gathered on the porch, Boon reflected on how far they had come. “Any regrets?” Helena asked, her eyes sparkling in the fading light. Boon smiled, looking at each of them. “Only one. I regret that it took Marcus Vance’s betrayal to bring us together.”
Their laughter filled the air, a sound of joy and belonging. In a world that demanded conformity, they had chosen connection. In a society that insisted on conventional relationships, they had created their own definition of love. And in that choice, they found something precious and enduring that would sustain them through whatever challenges the frontier might bring.