WICKED AND WILD WEST
     By Powerone
     Copyright 2008
      
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Wicked and Wild West
Chapter 1
The Decision
      
      “I think we should go, Albert.  We’re still young and the girls just turned eighteen.”  It was the same argument Madison had given her husband for the last year.  Ever since gold was discovered in California in 1848, more and more of their friends had packed up all of their belongings and headed west.  Now two years later, it would be too late soon enough.
      “It’s dangerous, Madison.  Especially for women and young girls.  I couldn’t stand losing you or the girls.”  Albert had been fighting this battle for too long, his arguments losing their steam.  So many people were going westward that it was almost commonplace.  California had joined the union, though it was still the Wild West out there.  Albert had seen too many of their friends leave for the riches of the west.  If they were going to try to start a new life in the West, they would have to go soon while they were still young enough to make the rugged trip.  And the girls would soon be married, going off on their own.
      “We moved to Wilmington ten years ago.  Living on this farm in Ohio was tough and dangerous back then, but we made a good life from it.  We can do it again in the West.  The girls are strong.”  Did she see a glimmer of hope in Albert’s eyes?  Was he finally seeing the obvious?
      “Let’s talk about it.”  He saw Madison’s eyes light up.  She rushed over and hugged him, her full breasts pushing into his chest, making his cock rise up as it did twenty years ago when they first met.
      “Thank you, Albert.”  She felt Albert’s cock pressing against her.  She purred into his ear, her hand reaching down between them to touch his cock.  “Tonight, Albert.  After the girls are in bed.”  She rubbed his cock, feeling it grow erect beneath her fingers.  She still had the magic touch.  “I love you.”  She kissed him.
      If there was one thing that Madison could do, it was persuade him, especially when her fingers did the things that they did to his cock.  Albert’s mind was clicking through all the things he needed to get done before they could leave.  One thing that helped change his mind was the offer he had on the farm last week.  A new couple in town was looking for a farm, the banker asking Albert if he knew of anyone wanting to sell.  He would go into town tomorrow and see if he could make a deal.  The farm was valuable, giving them more than enough money to go out west and start all over again.
* * *
      Samantha and Belle had gone to bed an hour ago, Albert waiting for Madison to come to bed, his hand reaching beneath the covers to stroke his cock.  She came into the room, Albert feeling the familiar stirring between his legs that he had felt twenty years ago, her body just as lovely.  She still had a slim waist and full hips, in spite of having two girls.  And her breasts, full breasts with just a hint of sagging, Albert’s mind already seeing an image of them naked, seeing them bouncing gently beneath the thin nightgown.  She put her hair brush on the dresser, Albert able to get a view of her from behind, her plump ass always enticing him.
      Madison smiled when she saw the bulge beneath the sheets, proud that she could still get such a response from him after twenty years of marriage.  She slipped under the covers, snuggling up against Albert, her hand going down to find his cock naked as he rolled to greet her.  “My, we certainly are aroused.”  She began to stroke his cock just the way he liked it, broad strokes, her fingers curling around the head tighter, her other hand going down to cup his balls, gently squeezing them.  She felt the familiar juice leak from the end of his cock, making it easier to slip her hand up and down his shaft.  Albert was not idle, his hands pulling up her nightgown, finding her naked underneath it.  He pulled it all the way up until he got to her breasts, making them naked, his fingers finding her nipples, teasing them erect.  Madison moaned gently, pressing her pussy up against him.  Albert could always excite her, making her pussy wet with desire.
      It didn’t take long before Madison was ready, Albert stroking her slit until he felt the heat of her juices begin to flow.  His cock was rock hard.  He rolled over on top of her, her legs spreading for him.  He pushed up onto his knees, his hand gripping his cock.  He looked at her, her lovely face beaming back at him as he stroked the head of his cock up and down her wet slit.
      “That feels so good, Albert.  Put it in me.”  Madison’s ass rose up from the bed, the head of Albert’s cock pushing against her pussy.  “MMMM,” she moaned as she felt his cock spread her open, sliding unopposed inside her wet pussy.  He pushed half of his cock into her before he stopped, Madison gripping his cock with her powerful muscles.
      She was so hot and tight, gripping his cock as he pressed hard inside her.  It was the same ritual, Madison acting like she wanted to stop him from putting his cock in, her muscles fighting every inch of Albert’s cock.  But the look of pleasure on her face said something different.  He pulled out, then thrust back in, catching her off guard, burying all of his cock inside her with one powerful thrust that pinned her to the bed.  He ground his hips from side to side, his cock dancing inside her tight hole.
      “It’s so big, Albert.  Fuck me.  Fuck me hard.”  She gripped his cock as he pulled out, relaxing as he shoved in; his cock cutting through her like a knife through warm butter.  She rotated her hips, grinding up and down on his cock as he began to fuck her, the bed squeaking nosily as they established the rhythm.  They fucked for five minutes, Albert finally filling her with his cum.
      He shot his cum inside her, filling her with the hot seed.  She continued to grip his cock as he came, Madison feigning an orgasm for Albert.  It’s not that she didn’t cum, it just wasn’t every time anymore.  Their lovemaking had become too predictable, but Madison was afraid of saying something to Albert, afraid of what he might think of her.  He was a good provider, and she loved him.  She was content.  And maybe their move to the West would open up new horizons in their sex lives, wondering what it would be like to make love under the stars at night.
* * *
      Samantha made believe she was asleep, Belle always falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.  She heard her parents going to bed in the next room, lying quietly as she heard them making love.  Samantha was a virgin, as well as Belle.  Samantha had many beaus, but none that would make her heart flutter enough to let him under her skirts.  For now she satisfied her raging hormones with masturbation, not even Belle knowing that her fingers could excite her enough to make her cum.  She imagined it was a boy on top of her, his cock taking her virginity as her parents nosily made love, the bed squeaking as Samantha imagined what was happening.  One of her hands played with her hard nipples, her fingers able to excite them with just the slightest provocation, pinching them harder as she approached an orgasm.  Her best asset was her breasts, able to make a boy look at her with renewed interest when she wore a dress that highlighted her full, white bosom.  Her other hand was between her naked thighs, her nightgown around her waist, her legs spread wantonly, her fingers wet as they explored her lush mound.  She had a dense bush of dark brown hair, her fingers pushing through it, pulling on errant hairs, the follicles tingling as they yanked harshly out.  It was like her breasts, Samantha failing to understand why a bit of pain excited her but not really caring enough to ponder the thought more than a few seconds before her arousal overcame her curiosity.
      Her fingers slid between her tight pussy lips, Samantha’s pussy soaked as she heard the bed squeaking faster in the next room, Samantha knowing that her parents were nearing orgasm.  Her fingers moved down, pushing inside her pussy, banging harshly against her hymen, almost too hard.  One of these days she would end up busting her own hymen by accident if she wasn’t careful, but her lust always made her careless.  She gripped her finger as if her boyfriend was ordering her to prove how tight she was, unable to pull it out until she released her powerful muscles.  She knew she would make a good lover some day, just needing a man that would teach her, Samantha more than willing to do anything to please him.  She bit on the edge of the blanket as she came, hearing her parents crying out as they came; Samantha’s body ravished by the orgasm that raced through her inexperienced body.  She finally turned on her side, her hands between her legs, her thighs clenched tightly, trapping them between her wet thighs.  She fell into a deep sleep, her body sexually content.  At least until tomorrow, Samantha’s sexual drive increasing every day.
* * *
      It had been a week since Madison had persuaded Albert to go to California.  Albert had immersed himself in the task, talking to the banker the next day, a meeting with the couple that was looking for a farm the day after that.  The banker had brought the family out to their farm, Albert liking them as soon as he saw them.  They reminded him so much of him ten years ago, even their children were the same age, both of them only eight, but boys, not girls.  They had fallen in love with the farm the same way Albert and Madison did, and after only one day of negotiations, they bought the farm for a great price.  They would have more than enough money to go out west and for Albert to open up a mercantile store in one of the small towns along the California coast.  Albert had no desire to pan for gold, but knew he could be successful in running a mercantile store in a small town in Central California, Madison always wanting to live next to the ocean.
      He looked at Samantha and Belle as they sat in the living room, their faces questioning why they were having a family meeting.  It was time to tell them as they were going to have to leave by next week, the new family wanting to move in as soon as possible.
      Samantha was the spitting image of her mother all the way down to their personalities.  All except for their hair, her mother having flaming red hair just like Belle.  It was almost as if Albert was meeting Madison again twenty years ago.  Samantha had always had a wild streak in her, taking chances, looking for adventure wherever she could find it.  Albert only hoped that she didn’t use the same recklessness in her love life, too many beaus knocking on Albert’s door in the last year.  He hoped that she saved herself for her husband so she could give him something special, her innocence.
      Belle was more grounded, more like Albert, though he loathed admitting it.  She was just as beautiful as Samantha but did little to flaunt it.  She wanted to make friends more than lovers.  Strangely, she took after Albert but had the red hair of her mother, while Samantha took after her mother but had brown hair like Albert.  Fate had a strange way in life.
      Madison sat impatiently on the small chair, sitting on the edge, a look of excitement on her face that he hadn’t seen in many years.  It was as though they were just married.  Except for the two almost grown women sitting across from Albert.
      “What is it, Daddy?”  Samantha finally couldn’t stand the suspense.  She saw the look on her mother’s face, knowing something big was going on.
      “Yes, tell us.  Don’t leave us in mystery,” Belle chiming in.
      “Girls,” Albert clearing his throat.  “We’re moving to California.”
      Samantha was the first one to react.  “You always say that, Mamma’s been begging you for years now.”  Her father never made snap decisions, Samantha sure this was one that would take years to come to fruition.
      “We’re leaving next week.”  He saw the stunned look on Samantha’s face, turning toward Belle, a shocked look on hers.  “We sold the farm yesterday and have to be out by Tuesday.”
      “Are you serious, Daddy?”  Belle couldn’t believe it.  The farm had been her home for the last ten years, most of her formative years.  All of her friends were here, or at least the ones that hadn’t move west already.
      “He’s just kidding us, isn’t he, Momma?”  Samantha looked at her mother for clarification.  While Samantha’s head raced with all the wonderful challenges and mystery out west, she would still have a hard time leaving the stable life of the farm, though she hated to admit it.
      “No, it’s true,” Madison’s voice excited as she would finally get what she had dreamed of for years.  “We have a lot of things to do, and I need you both to help out.  We’re not taking much, just our clothes and some personal belongings.”
      “Yes, Momma,” both girls chimed in.  “But can I still go to the dance tomorrow night?”  Samantha had one boy that was sweet on her, and she wanted to tell him in person.  The town dance was tomorrow night, all of them usually going.
      Madison looked at Albert for approval.  He nodded.  “Yes, we’ll all go.  It will give us a chance to say goodbye.”  Madison looked at Samantha.  “And I expect you have a beau to tell?”
      Samantha was embarrassed, her mother was not supposed to know.  “Yes, Momma.”
      Albert began to lay out the plans for the trip, all of them gathering around the kitchen table as he laid out the map he had already bought.  “We’ll take a train to Independence, Missouri,” Albert started as he pointed the trip out on the map.  “It’s hard to tell how long it will take, depending on how much freight they take and how many stops and unloading they do.  But it will be two to three days before we arrive.”  He saw the look on the girls faces.  “That’s the easy part.  In Independence, we’ll buy a wagon and get supplies and join a wagon train for California.  I was looking at the Beckwouth Cutoff off the California Trail.  It will be hard and dangerous.  Not only are there Indians, but outlaws.”
      Madison became more scared as Albert spoke of the trip.  She knew it would be hard and dangerous, but this was almost more then she had anticipated.  “How long will it take?”
      Albert shrugged.  “Not really sure.  It’s about 1,700 miles.  It will be at least four months.”  He waited before he added, “But it could be longer.  Many things can happen along the way.”
      Samantha and Belle couldn’t believe they were really going to do this.  And now it seemed like it would be a difficult trip.  Over four months of hardship.  And walking as they wouldn’t spend much time in the wagon, saving the oxen to pull the supplies and their personal belongings in the wagon.  “We can do it, Daddy,” Belle finally chimed in, excited for such an adventure.
      “Yes.  We’re grown up now.”  Samantha always craved new adventure, this would definitely be big.
      “Well, we have tons of things to do.  You have to sort through all you clothes and take mostly what will be the best for the trip.  It’s April so the weather is fairly nice, but we’ll still go up high into the mountains where it is lots colder than here.  And if we get delayed, we could be on the trail in late fall or early winter.”  Madison already was planning what she would take.  And she would also take a few frilly dresses; after all, they were still women.
      “We’ll sell most of the furniture but take heirlooms and things that have grown special to us.  Just remember, anything you take might cause you to have to push the wagon it’s in, so be very cautious of what you think is necessary.  We need lots of room for provisions.  You have two days to gather up everything.”  Albert could see the sparkle in their eyes, the girls just as excited as Madison.  And he was beginning to feel the same way.  They were about to enter a new exciting part of their life.
* * *
      They were always envious of Albert, not only having such a lovely wife, but now two beautiful grown daughters, though he loathed admitting that they were now women.  It seemed like only days ago when they were young.  And tonight the women in his life were dressed in all their glory for their last night in civilization.  All eyes turned as the four of them walked in, especially the young beaus that yearned for his daughters.  And who could blame them, the girls dressing to impress them.  Belle was wearing the pink dress that matched so well with her red hair, a generous amount of white, naked bosom revealed to entice the lucky boys.  And Samantha shined with the white dress that clung to her body, almost too tight in the bodice, her full breasts pushed out almost into points, the front of the dress cut low, a shiny necklace enticing the eyes to ogle them.  And his precious wife, Madison, still a stunning beauty, all of the men looking as she walked in, her arm hooked into Albert’s, her dress clinging to the figure that had changed little in twenty years and two children later.  Albert was proud, but also careful, having to watch the girls tonight to make sure no boy became disrespectful.
      The barn was decorated up for the dance, the town band already playing loudly as they already began to dosado to the music.  Some of the boys were already at the punch bowl, small flasks used to make it more powerful to give them the nerve to ask a girl to dance.
      “Good evening, Sir,” James the perfect gentlemen, bowing to Albert.  “May I have the pleasure of a dance with the beautiful Samantha?”  James had been trying to court Samantha for three months now, hoping that she might be getting serious with him.  She was the catch of the town, unless you counted her sister Belle.  Either would be a great mother and wife.
      Albert had seen boys like this; in fact, he was one when he was young.  He would have to watch this one carefully.  He looked over at Samantha, a look of excitement on her face.  He could tell that they had been seeing each other before, even though Samantha never mentioned it, and neither had Madison, though she did tend to keep the girls’ beaus from him.  She had said that he was too possessive of his girls.  “Yes, you may.”  James scurried off with Samantha without saying another word.  The line already formed for Belle.  She graciously accepted the first one.  “And you, my lovely wife.  May I have this dance?”
      She purred up next to him.  “I have been saving myself just for you.”  They both moved out to the dance floor.
* * *
      The dance went on for hours; most of the neighbors already heard that they were going out west.  Most congratulated and wished them well, some of the more jealous ones tried to dissuade them from leaving.
      Samantha was outside with James.  She had told him of her plans to leave.  He was mad, having heard it already.  The night air was a bit chilly, even for this time of the year.  James had given her his coat, though she kept it open in the front to allow James the lovely view of her almost-naked bosom.  She was trying to quell his anger, trying to explain that it was the first time she had seen him since her parents had decided.  She laid out James’ coat on the ground, sitting down on it, James quickly moving next to her.
      Damn, James was angry that she was leaving him.  As much as her leaving angered him, it was more jealousy, wishing that he was going to California.  He sat down next to her.  Maybe he might get something out of this.  Samantha seemed genuinely apologetic, maybe he could use that to his advantage.  He turned and kissed her, his lips touching her lips with the jolt of lightening passing through them.  She didn’t move away, his hands going around her back to draw her to him.  His other hand held her head still while he continued to kiss her.  His tongue entered her mouth, feeling her body grow tense, but he held her head tight as he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth.  He thought he heard her moan, or maybe it was just his imagination hoping that she did.
      James kissed her, Samantha expecting it.  His hands held her tight, just the way she liked it.  She liked her men to be men, strong and virile.  But even James surprised her.  His kiss became much more passionate, his tongue forcing her mouth open and slipping inside to touch her tongue intimately.  And his hand on her head held her tight in place so his mouth could have his way with her.  She shivered, not in fear, but lust.  No one had ever treated her this way before, most boys just fawning over her.  She responded to his tongue, her tongue lashing out and touching his.  She wasn’t really sure why she was doing this, but James became bolder, his hand sliding over her waist and up her side.  She held her breath, as if she could breathe anyway, James’ mouth plastered tight over hers.  The hand almost tickled as it moved up her side, closer and closer toward her breast.  She could feel the tingle in her nipple, sure that her tip was hard as a rock in anticipation.  Would James dare touch her breast?  Should she let him?  Her mind was spinning out of control, the hand moving slowly up her side as if teasing her to rebuff him.  But she did little to stop him.  In fact she did nothing but kiss him deeper.
      James became bolder, his hand moving up to her breast, moving slowly as if giving her the chance to stop him, but she did nothing; in fact, her kiss became more passionate, her tongue lashing out at his as he ground his lips against her silky lips.  He touched her breast, cradling gently the side of it, waiting for any reaction.  She turned towards him, her breast pushing into the palm of his hand.  He couldn’t resist, squeezing the full breast.  He was sure that she moaned this time.  He began to caress her breast, his fingers searching out her nipple, not surprised to find a hard bud sticking out the front of her dress.  He pinched with his fingers, almost too hard, but she only pressed her upper body into his harder.  Was this going to be his lucky night?
      Samantha could barely breathe, her heart racing so fast as she felt a man’s touch on her breast for the first time.  She had done it often at night, playing with her breasts as she masturbated.  But this was all together different, James’ hand much harsher, clenching on her breast, compressing the flesh until she thought her nipple would pop as the blood rushed to the tip.  And he was still holding her tight, almost as if he was pinning her.  She couldn’t help but moan when his fingers pinched her nipple.  Not a gentle pinch like she did, but powerful fingers that gripped the tip and squeezed the blood from it until she arched her back in pain.  His hand moved over the naked flesh of her bosom, his fingers tracing down the valley of her breasts unopposed, sending shivers through her body.  His hand moved to her other breast, fondling it with impunity, clenching his large masculine hand around it.  He broke their kiss, Samantha looking down at the hand that openly fondled her breast as if it were happening to someone else.
      She didn’t resist when he pushed her back, his hand cradling her head until she touched his coat behind it.  He lay down next to her, up on one elbow so he could admire her body.  His hand returned to tease along the naked flesh of her breasts, moving down to seek out the nipples that thrust out the front of the dress so brazenly.  He squeezed one, watching her face as her lips clenched tighter the harder he gripped the swollen nipple.  But she didn’t stop him, her hands lying next to her waist.  He slowly unbuttoned the top two buttons of her dress, Samantha watching his fingers as he plucked the pearl buttons open with ease.  He pushed the dress to the side, leaving a wide expanse of naked cleavage visible.  She wore nothing beneath the dress, nothing but bare flesh.  His hand slide inside the dress, his palm cupping her naked breast, feeling her hard nipple pushing into his palm.  He squeezed.
      She should stop him, his hand unbuttoning her blouse, Samantha watching him as if she was seeing it happen to someone else.  But it was her that felt the calloused hand touching her naked breast, her nipple springing to life beneath the hot flesh that engulfed it.  She should stop him, but it felt too good, Samantha clenching her thighs together as she felt the stirring of emotions between her legs.  Two more buttons were opened, and she watched as her dress was pushed aside until her breasts were exposed in the moonlight, James looking down at them.  She had never let a man see her breasts before, an excitement growing between her legs that needed extinguishing.  She felt his hand reach down between them, touching her hand.  She kept her arm limp as his hand gripped her wrist, pulling her hand over toward him.  She couldn’t breathe as she waited, knowing what he was going to do.  His hand pushed her hand between his legs, Samantha’s hands finding her fingers molded around a thick cock that seemed to be pulsating beneath her touch.  She curled her fingers around it, surprised it was so large.  God, what was she doing!  James’ hand guided her hand up and down until she got into the rhythm, deserting her to continue playing with her body.
      James almost came when he took her hand and placed it on his cock.  He felt her slim fingers curl around his cock, his prick jumping from her unexpected soft touch.  He guided her hand, showing her how to masturbate his cock as he did late at night.  She was a natural, her hand gliding up and down his cock as if she had done this hundreds of times.  He went back to her breasts, this time his mouth attacking the lovely, firm flesh.  He licked the deep cleavage, leaving a trail of wet spit up and down, circling around the nipple and the large areola.  She moaned and arched her back, thrusting her breasts until they were in his face.  His lips clasped tightly onto one nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth as she moaned loudly.  Her hand became more urgent on his cock, stroking him faster.
      God, it felt so good.  His hot breath blowing on her nipple until she thought it would burst.  His wet lips encased her nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth, her nipple stretching until his tongue lashed out over the sensitive tip.  “MMMMMM.”  She couldn’t contain her lust quietly any longer, James working such magic on her nipple.  Her hand stroked his cock faster, up and down, feeling it grow beneath her touch.  She wanted so much to take his cock out and touch the hot flesh, but she was growing scared.  This was going further than she had ever fathomed.  She could feel James’ hips moving in rhythm with her hand while she felt him move closer to her until she felt his cock rubbing along her hip.  His other hand fondled her bare breast, his fingers pulling on her nipple, Samantha arching her back as he stretched it too far until it tingled.  And his beard was scratching her silky breast flesh, back and forth like a piece of sandpaper.  He began to bite her nipple, his teeth capturing it just on the areola, his tongue lashing back and forth over the tip.
      James’ hand moved down one hip, down her legs and then back up, this time seeking out between her legs.  He pushed one leg over hers, trapping it between her legs, preventing her from closing them as his hand sought out her inner thigh.  He rolled over, trapping her hand pressed up against his cock, her tiny fingers continuing to massage his swollen member.  He moved between her legs, moving up almost to the vee of her legs, to her womanhood.
      She began to try to push him off, Samantha panicking as this was going too far.  “No, please, no.”  Her voice was still begging softly, her hand squeezing his cock harder as James’ other hand began to move so close to her mound.  It wasn’t that it didn’t feel good.  In fact it felt too good, Samantha more afraid of herself than of James.  She had to stop it in spite of the wetness she felt between her legs.
      James rolled over on top of her, his knees between her legs until she had no choice but to spread her legs.  He ground his hard cock onto her pussy, grinding back and forth.  She tried to push him off, James grabbing both of her hands, pulling them up until they were over her head, needing only one hand to pin the slim wrists to the ground above her.  His other hand moved between her legs, pulling up her skirt as he sought out naked legs.
      She wanted to hump back at him when she felt his cock grinding on her pussy, the desire overwhelming her.  But common sense prevailed, Samantha trying to regain the upper hand, trying to push him off.  James would have none of it, his large hands gripping her two hands as if she were a child, pushing them over her head, pinning them to the ground.  His other hand was back between her legs, Samantha panicking when she felt her skirt being pulled up until she shivered in fear when she felt the calloused hand of James on her naked thighs.  She tried to close her legs, but James had her pinned.  “Please! Let me go!”  Her voice was panicked.
      James was able to take his cock out of his pants before Samantha even realized what was happening.  He had her dress hiked up high, pressing down, almost cumming as his naked cock found the hot flesh of her silky thigh.  His cock jerked against her naked flesh, James moving up until the head of his cock banged against her panty-covered mound.  He had to have her.  She was saying no, but her hips were moving back and forth, rubbing over the head of his cock, James feeling the cum drip out from her sensuous rubbing.  He was going to fuck her.
      “NOOO!”  She felt it, sure that it was his cock touching her.  His naked cock.  It felt like a branding iron touching her, moving up her thigh as he began to hump her until she felt the head of his cock bang against her panty-covered mound.  Only a thin piece of silk protected her innocence from James.  She didn’t want to lose her innocence out here.  Not to James.  She would be leaving in days, no future with James.  She tried to jerk him off, her ass rising up as she tried to throw him off like a wild mustang would do to a rider.  He was heavy, too strong for her.  Her dress was hiked up high, James' hand reaching down, Samantha feeling his hand touch her silky panties, yanking them down as she struggled.  His cock continued to jump and jerk against her naked flesh, so hard and hot.
      James heard her panties tearing, but his lust had taken over.  He was going to fuck her, this lovely half-naked creature beneath him, squirming so sensuously against him.  She wanted him no matter what she cried out.  All girls did that.  It resolved their guilt when they lost their innocence.  Her bush tingled against his cock as he stripped her panties down.  His hand went between her thighs, gripping his cock to guide it into her womanhood.
      She felt her panties being stripped from her.  She found the moment.  James was too engrossed in his lust, his hand releasing her hands so he could fumble between their bodies, sure that he was ready to thrust his organ inside her.  To take her virginity.  She pushed on his chest with her two hands with all her strength, Samantha even surprised by her power.  She caught him distracted, shoving him off of her, James rolling to the side as she yanked her dress down and pulled the top of her dress over her naked breasts.  She stood up as James looked up at her, looking silly, his hands still holding his naked cock.  “I’m going back inside, James.  Goodbye.”  She walked off, holding her breath as she waited to see if he would follow or try to stop her.  She walked all the way to the barn before she took a breath.  James made no attempt to stop her.  She stopped before she went in, pulling her panties all the way up, buttoning up her dress, trying to shake the wrinkles out.  She put a big smile on her face as she walked in as if nothing had happened.  But tonight she would masturbate, reliving what had happened.  Or what could have happened.
      Her parents were dancing, Belle over at the punch bowl with three boys, all of them fawning over her.  Samantha walked over to join her as if nothing happened, though her face was still flushed and if you looked carefully, her white dress had dirt and grass stains on it.  

Chapter 2
Belle’s Adventure on the Train
      
      
      It had been exciting at first, packing everything onto the train, the landscape going by, Samantha and Belle seeing places they had only imagined.  But now on the second day, the boredom set in.  The train was crowded, not able to get a berth to sleep, catching whatever they could with short naps in the uncomfortable chairs.  And to make it worse, Belle felt a cold coming on.
      “Cooouggh,” the cough coming deeper now.  Why did she have to get it now?
      “You don’t sound too good, Belle.  How are you feeling?”  Albert was worried.  He wasn’t sure if there was a doctor in Independence, and he didn’t want to take a chance of her cold turning into pneumonia.  And giving it to the rest of them.  Once the wagon train left Independence, they would be on their own, no doctor for a thousand miles.
      “I don’t feel bad; I just can’t lose this cough.”  She actually felt good, but her throat was raspy.  Her mother was still asleep, Albert woken by Belle’s coughing.  “I’m going to see if I can find some hot tea and honey.  Maybe that will help.”
      “You be careful.  I don’t want you girls wandering off for long.”  Albert knew they were grown up, but he wasn’t sure if they fully realized the dangers out there for beautiful and vulnerable girls.
      “Yes, Daddy.”  Belle got up, thinking of going to the back of the train.  That is where the First Class section was.  Maybe she could get her tea there.  She wasn’t tired and ached from sitting down for so long.
      “I’ll go with you.”  Samantha chimed in, wanting to get away from her parents.  She wanted to explore the train, this giving her the excuse.
      Belle was surprised that Samantha wanted to come, but she didn’t mind.  She could use the company.  “Okay, let’s go.  Bye, Daddy.”  They walked off, Belle seeing her father already shutting his eyes.  He would be asleep for a long time; he slept soundly on moving trains.  They didn’t have to worry about coming back quickly.
      “I’ll see you later.”  Samantha was already off, but she wanted to go to the front of the train.  She heard that was where all the action was.  The drifters, gunslingers, card players and all the unsavory but exciting people were up front in the cheapest seats.  She wanted to experience life, not watch it pass by.
      “I thought you were going with me?”  Belle should have known her sister better.
      “Naw, I just wanted Daddy not to worry.  He wouldn’t worry as much if we’re together.  I’m going up front.  I’ll see you later.”  Samantha walked off without looking back.
      Belle walked through car by car, each one packed, though the seats did get bigger and wider the farther back she went.  Men would stare at her and tip their hat as she passed by, feeling their eyes burning on her body as she passed.  She never really thought of herself as beautiful, but she sure was getting the stares here.  Not only from boys her age, but men, older men, some older then her father.  The farther back in the train she went, the wealthier they looked.
      She must have gone through ten cars before she got to it, the parlor car for First Class.  Now she just had to act like she belonged.  She opened the door; the men in the car turning to look at her as if she were the only woman on earth.  There was only one other woman in the car, the rest were men smoking cigars, the smoke wafting up to the ceiling, the clink of ice as they took sips of their drinks.  She looked around, finally deciding to walk over to the bar, hoping she would get some sympathy from the bartender.  She sat down, smothering down her wrinkled dress.
      He came over, a scowl on his face.  “Tea, please.  With honey.”  She tried to say it with authority, but it sounded like she was a little girl begging.
      “You First Class?”  He could see that she was definitely out of place.  She belonged way up front with the rest of the riff-raff.
      “She’s with me, Joseph.  Bring her tea over to my table.”
      Belle was startled by the voice behind her, turning to see a slim, older man, at least sixty.  He had almost white hair, a black suit tailored to his slight body, a white shirt and tie making him look dapper.  And a large diamond shined from the tie, an expensive tie tack.
      “Yes, Sir, Doctor Stevens.  Coming right up.  I didn’t know it was your niece.”  The bartender’s voice fluttered as he tried to make amends.  Doctor Stevens was his best tipper.
      “Care to join me at my table?”  Before he could even get a response, the bartender was carrying out the tea.
      “Thank you, kind Sir.”  Belle got up and walked over to the table, fine white linen covering it, a window looking out to the scenery as they passed.  She could smell the tea.
      Doctor Stevens waited until she sat down but not before he checked out her luscious body.  And a redhead.  It had been a while since he saw a redhead.  Really saw a redhead, nothing more intoxicating then a red bush.  “Doctor Stevens at your disposal.”
      Belle sat down quickly, not wanting him to notice her wrinkled dress, but his eyes were feasting on her body.  She had never seen so many older men look at her this way.  In town, it was disrespectful to look at another man’s daughter with lust in your eyes.  And they didn’t have that many rich, old men.  The world was so much different.  She took a sip of the tea, the hot tea feeling good on her dry throat.  But it didn’t help, the cough coming out of nowhere.  “CCCCOOOUGGH.”  She covered her mouth as she coughed loudly.  “Sorry, my name is Belle.”  She took another sip of tea, hoping that would stop the coughing.  She was breathing heavy as she struggled not to cough.
      Doctor Stevens watched her, her breasts rising and falling as she struggled to fill her lungs.  The tea would do little for the cold she had.  “Catching a cold, Belle?”
      “Yes, Sir.  I was hoping that the tea would help.”  He looked at her, but his eyes were on her chest, not her face.  She coughed again, her face turning red as she choked.  “I’m hoping there’s a doctor in Independence.”
      “Well there will be in two days when I get there.  But for now, the last one went to California.  How long have you had this cough?”
      “Just yesterday it started coming on.”  Did Belle get lucky and meet a real medical doctor?
      “Are you going out west in a wagon train?”  Doctor Stevens already saw the opportunity with this one.  Young, naďve girl that needed his help.
      “Yes, as soon as we get there.”  The Doctor seemed nice, really caring.  Maybe he could help her when they got to Independence.
      “You need to get rid of that cough right away.  If you leave without a couple of days of medicine, you could get pneumonia and most likely you’d die from complications.”  He could see the worried look on her face.
      “What should I do?”  Belle was getting scared.  This was the doctor telling her that she could die unless she was treated.  Then it dawned on her.  Maybe he would examine her and give her some medicine.  All she had to do was use her charm on him.  After all, that should be easy from the way he was looking at her.  “Could you examine me?”  She gave him a pitiful look, her eyes begging him.
      “I don’t know.  I don’t have a nurse.  And you would have to come to my berth.  It’s not very private here.”  He made believe he was pondering the thought.  “And from the sound of your cough, it might be in your lungs.  I would have to do a full exam.”  He didn’t give her much time to think.  “When is the last time you had a full exam?”
      Was he saying yes or no?  Belle was confused.  “I never had one.”  The last time she went to the doctor was a couple of years ago for an ear infection.  She looked around, the parlor car not the place for a physical exam.  Especially for a female.  She coughed, a deep cough that she felt in her lungs.  She needed to do something now.
      With the last cough he knew he had her.  “You seem to be a very fit woman, but all women need a complete physical.  Especially if you’re going out west.”  He hemmed and hawed for a moment.  “I guess I could make an exception for you.  You sound like you need some powerful medicine if you want to shake that in two days.  If your exam comes out good, I think I have just the thing for you in my bag.”  He let it sink in before he added.  “You’re a lucky girl that I came along.”
      Her face lit up.  He was going to do it.  Should she find Samantha and tell her where she was going?  Or wake up her parents?  She looked over at Doctor Stevens.  He was getting up, finishing up his drink.
      “Let’s go, I have the time now.  I’m not sure I will be available later.”  He didn’t want to give her a chance to change her mind or go get someone to come with her.  He was sure that she was traveling with someone, but he didn’t want company.
      This was happening too fast for Belle, but she had no choice.  He seemed like a nice enough man.  And he was old with a slight build.  How dangerous could he be?  She got up.  “Thank you, Doctor Stevens.  I don’t know how I can thank you enough.”
      “This way, my berth is in the last car.”  He held the door for her, watching the gentle swing of her ass as she passed by.  I know exactly how you’ll thank me.  His cock hardened.  It had been a long time since a pretty young thing made his prick erect in spite of his age.
      They walked through two more cars, to the last car besides the caboose.  She opened the door to his berth, surprised by the size of it.  It was almost as big as one of the cars.  The furnishings were plush and elegant.  A large wooden table was to one side for eating, a smaller table next to it.  A long bench, upholstered in plush blue velvet lined the back wall.  She didn’t see a bed, sure that it must be hidden somewhere.  That, at least, made her a little more comfortable.
      Doctor Stevens took off his jacket and tie, rolling up his sleeves.  He took a pitcher of water, filling a bowl as he washed his hands, drying them off with a white towel.  “Have a seat while I get ready.”  He opened his black leather bag, laying a white towel down on the small table, carefully laying out his shiny metal instruments.  He put his stethoscope around his neck.
      He looked so professional, wire-rimmed glasses on his face, his stethoscope around his neck giving him the look of authority.  She felt so much better, relaxing as she walked the short distance over to sit down.  He had a wooden stick in his hand, Belle knowing what to do.  She opened her mouth as he approached.
      His cock grew thicker as he put the tongue depressor in her mouth, his imagination taking over, his cock slipping through her lips, not the wooden depressor.  He looked into her mouth, turning her head to the side to get the light from the open windows so he could see better.  He pressed the tongue depressor down on her tongue and pushed it back until he heard her choke, his cock jerking in his pants.  He held it deep in her mouth, making her gag three times before he pulled it out, peering into her throat as if he were concerned.  “MMMMM,” his only words.  Her throat was only pink, barely a cough.  She’d be okay in two days without anything.  But she didn’t know that.
      She choked, her stomach turning as the Doctor peered into her throat.  Three times she gagged.  Was it serious?  His fingers touched her eyes, pulling the lids back as he gazed in, the smell of alcohol on his breath as he stood close to her.  His hands were dry, the skin wrinkled and cold as they touched her.  He looked into her ears, his hands turning her head back and forth.  He even looked into her nose, holding her head up and back until her neck ached.  He took a small stick and stuck it into each nose hole, her eyes watering, the stick tickling her nose hairs, but his hand held her head tight, Belle unable to stop him.  She found him stronger than she expected.
      He put the stethoscope into his ears.  “Breathe in real deep and hold your breath.”  He moved the end of the stethoscope to the front of her chest, pressing it hard against her dress.  He listened, her lungs clear.  He put a puzzled look on his face.  He pulled the stethoscope away.  “I can’t hear your lungs very good.  Open your dress up in the front.”  He waited patiently.
      She felt his hand on her chest.  She didn’t have any choice, a worried look on his face.  Did he hear something bad in her lungs?  Did she already have pneumonia?  She opened two buttons on her dress, pulling it aside, her cotton chemise still covering her naked flesh.  The stethoscope moved back, this time his hand pushing it between the two sides of the open dress, Belle taking a deep breath and holding it for him.
      He looked at her full breasts thrust out as she held her breath.  He could almost make out her nipples.  “I still can’t tell, Belle.  Take your dress down to your waist.”  He saw her troubled look on her face.  “Don’t worry, you still have your chemise on.”
      She looked out the windows as the scenery went by, almost afraid that someone could see inside and see her. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of the dress until she got to her waist.  She brushed it off her shoulders and down her arms and off until it hung uselessly at her waist.  She looked down, the thin chemise molded over her bare breasts.  She could even see her nipples poking out the thin garment, Belle ashamed that they had become erect.  What would Doctor Stevens think of her?
      His hands moved the stethoscope back, this time his eyes lusting over her almost naked breasts that were molded by the thin chemise.  She had large, full breasts, barely a sag in them.  And the perkiest nipples he had ever seen, poking out the front of the chemise, almost pointed.  He enjoyed the way her body moved when he touched her with the stethoscope.  He pressed harder this time, moving the stethoscope all over her bosom, acting as though he was intently listening with each pause.  He pulled it away, taking it out of his ears so he could hear her.  “I’m concerned with your lungs.  I hear something troubling.”  Her face drew scared as he said it.
      “What is it?”  He looked worried.  What did he find?  
      “I’m not sure.  Take off your chemise so I can examine you.”  He saw the shocked look on her face at being asked to bare her breasts to him.  “I’m your Doctor.  I will need to examine you.  Intimately exam you if you want me to help you.”  He saw the questioning look on her face.  He put his stethoscope down.  “I can’t help you unless you cooperate.”  He made his voice sound angry, as if it were a sin to question him.
      He’s right. He’s a Doctor, he didn’t see her as a woman, but as a patient.  She was old enough to understand that now.  Or she should be.  She quickly apologized.  “I’m sorry, Doctor.  I must be acting like a little girl.”
      “Nonsense, Belle.  I understand.”  He sounded so sympathetic.  “But you must obey me without question.  I only have your well-being in mind.  I am the Doctor and know what is best for you.”  His voice became more demanding now.  “I don’t expect any more hesitation from you as you undress for me.”
      He was right.  He went to college to study medicine, and she was letting her shyness stand in the way.  But the way he said it worried her.  Undress for him.  As in more then her chemise.  How much of her clothes would she have to take off?  How intimately would he examine her?  “I won’t give you any more trouble.”  She resigned herself, pulling the chemise up over her head and off her arms, putting it neatly on the large empty table.  She felt like covering her naked breasts, shamed as they bounced when she took the chemise off.  Her hands were clenched in fists at her sides as she sat naked to the waist, his eyes drinking in the sight of her naked breasts.  Even taking a deep breath shamed her, feeling as though she were making them jiggle for him.
      He couldn’t believe she had such perfect breasts.  It had been a while since he saw a young girl’s breasts, firm, not even the hint of a sag.  Her breasts were alabaster white, tiny freckles all over her skin, redheads tending to be that way.  And large brown areolas that surrounded the longest nipples he had seen in a while, his fingers dying to touch them, to pluck them harder.  Would she have sensitive nipples?  Or would she like them pinched until she felt a touch of pain?  He saw her shame, knowing exactly what to do.  He had to begin to talk to her as if nothing else was going on.  Carry on a conversation, all while his hands and eyes devoured her young, naked flesh.  “So who are you traveling with?”  His hands slid down over her arms, pulling them more to the side and out of the way.  They were limp as he had his way with her.  His hands began to play over the side of one lovely breast, his fingers enjoying the silky touch of her youthful flesh.
      The question startled her.  One minute he was making her strip half naked for him, the next he was casually asking about her family.  “My parents.  And my, eeeehh, my sister,” his touch unexpected on her naked breast.  She couldn’t understand it, but her nipple swelled.  “My parents are sleeping about ten cars up.”  His hand became bolder, cupping one of her breasts and pushing it up as if in offering.  His finger curled just beneath her nipple, her body trembling as his finger moved so close.  Why wouldn’t her nipples stay soft?  Would he think she was a whore?  “EEEWWWW,” the finger that rushed over her nipple startled her again.  She looked down, his fingers playing back and forth over the tip.  She felt a tingle between her legs, a sudden wetness.  No, please don’t make me be aroused by his touch.  “My sister is off walking around in the front of the train.”  He stood behind her, both of his hands cupped her breasts so casually, his hands on the tender undersides, his fingers snapping across both of her hardening tips.  They felt so sensitive, his fingers igniting a tingling that raced through her breasts and ended between her tightly clenched thighs.
      “How old is your sister?”  His fingers continued to torment her nipples, Doctor Stevens never seeing such sensitive or big nipples before.  Her body was trembling as he openly fondled them to erection.  He began to pinch the tips, squeezing tighter on them.
      “Almost the same age as me, eewwww,” her nipple aching as his fingers began to pinch her nipples.
      “Your breasts were made for babies.  Big nipples for them to suck on.  Does it hurt when I pinch them?”
      “Yessss,” her voice trembling.  Her nipple stung from his touch.  She was glad when he released them, Belle looking down, surprised to see them still hard and erect.
      He began to rub them gently, his fingertips playing across the tip of each one, the nipples looking like they were stretching out to touch his fingers.  “Does that excite you?  When I touch them like this?”
      She turned red in shame, nodding her head yes at his question.  She didn’t understand how his fingers could make her aroused, but she felt a quiver between her loins when he touched her nipples.
      “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Belle.  It’s good that they are sensitive.”  He released her breasts.  “Stand up now, Belle.”  He stepped back, watching as her naked tits gently bounced as she stood up, her dress still hanging at her waist.  “Take off your dress.”  He sat down, watching her intently.
      She could barely take off her dress, her hands trembling so bad.  Doctor Stevens sat down and watched her, the first time a man had every seen her undress before.  Even though he was a doctor, she still felt humiliated as the dress sank to the floor, wrapped around her ankles.  She stood trembling in her simple, white cotton panties.  And nothing else.
      Doctor Stevens ogled her almost-naked body.  The thin, white cotton panties did little to conceal, her bush pushing out the front, her plump ass cheeks pushing out the back.  He got up, looking behind her, able to make out the discernable crack in her ass.  He picked up a large white towel and laid it out on the large table.  “Lay down on the table.”
      Her eyes questioned his, but she saw no mercy.  She climbed on the table, trying to be as lady-like as she could, but with only panties covering her up, there was little she could do to not give him a good show.  She lay down on the hard table on her back.  Doctor Stevens took her arms and pulled them over her head, Belle feeling her breasts straining, almost as if they were pointing up to the ceiling.  And her nipples were still hard as rocks.  She kept her thighs clenched tightly together, even though she knew it was a futile gesture.  Doctor Stevens stood next to the table, looking so large now that he loomed over her.
      “Keep you hand above your head and relax your legs.  Make your body go limp.”  His fingers gently teased her nipples again, lightly slapping back and forth over the two tips until he could make out the subtle movement of her hips.  She aroused so easily, wondering if she had ever masturbated.  He would soon find out how she reacted, because he intended to masturbate her to climax.  His hands slid down over her stomach, feeling her suck in her muscles as his hands played lower to the top of her panties.  He pushed with the tip of three fingers onto her stomach.  “Tell me if it hurts.”  He prodded all of her stomach, now moving down to her abdomen.  “So where are you going out west?”  His fingers slid over the top of her panties, feeling the full bush underneath the thin panties.  He pressed his fingers into where her legs joined her body, the sensitive spot so close to her pussy.  He was sure that no man had ever been as close as he was.
      She felt something between her legs that she never felt before.  There was a wetness, almost afraid she had peed her panties.  But this was different, her body aglow as the strange hands moved down over her abdomen, touching her in places that no one had ever touched.  Not even by herself.  His fingers never stopped moving, traveling all across her mound, exciting the tiny follicles of hair, tingling to the sensitive skin below.  She couldn’t even concentrate on his question, trying hard to disguise the enjoyment he was giving her, not understanding how he could do such a thing to her.  The fingers pressed so close to the vee of her legs.  Nothing hurt where he pressed, but he continued to prod and poke her body.  “Sacramento, or close by.”  She looked down, noticing that her legs were slightly spread.  And he didn’t do it.
      His hands moved to her mound, this time not prodding her body but exploring it.  He noticed a tiny wet spot on the front of her panties, the unmistakable juices of a woman aroused.  In spite of herself.  He found her puffy pussy lips, his fingers squeezing them together and pulling them until her ass started to rise from the table, a soft moan escaping from her tightly clenched lips.
      It hit her quickly, the tremor racing to her brain.  His fingers grabbed her sex, squeezing her lips together and yanking them up.  She had no choice but to raise her hips up to lessen the tug, but the higher she went, the farther he pulled.  He finally stopped, Belle humiliated that her butt was at least a foot off of the table.  It looked so obscene.  He released her pubes, Belle lowering her butt back to the table, but she could still feel his fingers on her sex in spite of them being gone.  And it wasn’t pain but pleasure that she felt.
      “What’s your family going to do in Sacramento?”  At the same time he asked the question, his hand slid inside her panties, sliding over the delicate hairs of her bush, squeezing her lips this time, but naked now.  He tugged on them until she again obeyed and raised her ass off of the table.
      “EEEWWWWW,” her pussy flooded with her juices when she felt the cold hand of Doctor Stevens slip into her panties, her bush tingling as he excited the silky hairs all the way down to her skin.  But he didn’t stop, his fingers seeking out her pussy lips, his fingers squeezing them hard and yanking them up.  Her ass rose up high from the bed as if offering up her body for him.  A pounding was in her head, sweat breaking out over her body, her skin flushed.  Is it the cold or is Doctor Stevens doing it to her?  He pulled her lips side to side until she felt her hips dance for him, moving back and forth.  Her mouth was dry, no words able to come out.
      “Take a deep breath.  I’m going to take off your panties.”  He didn’t give her time to contemplate the words, his fingers hooking into the waistband of the thin, cotton fabric and tugging them down over her hips.  The crotch got caught between her legs, but he just tugged harder until they pulled out, Doctor Stevens seeing the wet spot on the inside of her panties.  Her breasts were thrust out far, her lungs filled with air.  He could almost hear her heart pounding as he gazed at her naked body.  His cock rose to prominence when he saw the fine, red bush, doing little to hide her vulva.
      She found herself naked, Doctor Stevens stripping off her panties with little trouble.  He looked down at her sex, Belle’s body turning red in shame.  She kept her thighs clenched tightly together.  Then she remembered his question.  “My father wants to open a mercantile store.”
      Doctor Stevens moved down towards her feet.  He looked up at her, her body shaking, a thin coat of sweat covering her body, her bosom heaving up and down as she began to breathe again.  He could almost smell her arousal.  There was the unmistakable scent of a virgin in heat.  “Now try to relax.  I know it will be hard, but I’ll be gentle.”  He grabbed her left leg at the ankle, bending her leg back until she bent it at the knee.  He felt her muscle grow taut.  “Relax,” his hand lightly caressing her silky, white inner thigh until he felt her resistance leave.  He bent her leg back and out, bowing it open, his eyes glued to her pussy as it flowered opened to his gaze.  “Are you excited about going out west?  All the adventures and exciting men?  You have to be careful, there are dangerous men that will defile your lovely body.”
      She felt her pussy lips open up as Doctor Stevens spread one leg up and out, the cool air of the room blowing on her hot, inner lips.  She knew he could see how wet she was, she could feel it, Belle unable to control her own arousal.  She let him have his way as he did the same with the other leg, her legs now spread wide, the bottom of her feet touching flat against each other, the wide expanse of her sex open and exposed.  And her body trembled in excitement.  Was Doctor Stevens one of the men that wanted to defile her body?  She was humiliated, her sex so open and exposed that she was sure he could see inside her.  It mattered little that he was a doctor.  She only knew that a man could see all of her intimate body, the windows allowing the bright light to shine between her legs.  She answered his question again.  “I wanted some excitement in my life.  I think going out west will give me that.  Same for my sister.”
      “I’m going to touch your sex now, Belle.  Relax and let it happen.  I think you might find some excitement here.  Your pussy is dripping, begging me to touch it.”  His fingers were so gentle as he peeled back her lips even farther, Belle doing a good job of keeping her legs spread.  He had never had a young woman this open before, most of them too shy, Doctor Stevens not pressing it.  But it was different with Belle, her young, inexperienced body so malleable.  She would learn much today.  He pulled back her pussy lips, his fingers tightening on the puffy flesh until they strained wide.  Her insides were wet and pink, but mostly wet.  Belle was a very amorous woman.  “Are you looking for a man out west?  One of the rough and tough men?”  His finger began to move up and down her slit, sliding easily on her abundant juices.  Belle kept her eyes open, looking at him as he stroked her intimately.
      She had never felt such a thing, his fingers gently touching her, her juices flowing so much she was sure there would be a puddle beneath her.  What was he doing to her?  And why was she so aroused by it?  He was older then her father, yet he was exciting her like a lover would, yet he was the Doctor.  Her hips began to move, Belle unable to stop them, moving almost magically in rhythm to the fingers that stroked up and down her wide-spread split.  Her thoughts were not of a rugged man but gentle, like the doctor; her pussy stroked like she never knew it could be, her body shaking in pleasure.
      “You didn’t answer me, Belle.”  Her mind was clouded with the pleasure he was giving her.  He stroked from the top of her slit, without touching her clit, all the way down until he got to her dark and mysterious hole, so tight that she could only be a virgin.  Belle’s hips were moving more now; his broad strokes up and down her slit making her ass rise up and down on the table.
      She should hate him for what he was doing to her, forcing her to strip naked for him, but his fingers were doing such wondrous things to her body, and she knew it would only get better.  She wanted to stop him, but at the same time she wanted him to go further.  “I wanted a rugged man, but now I’m not sure.”  She hated him for making her confess that.
      “You keep your legs spread for me very nicely.  So open and available to me.  Do you like that, Belle, spreading your legs and showing me your naked sex?”  He didn’t wait or expect an answer, his fingers moving down to her virgin hole.  He pushed one finger into it, a gasp from Belle as she felt her pussy being entered for the first time.  “Careful, I won’t take your innocence, but stay still so I don’t bust your hymen by accident.”
      Belle’s body froze, the unfamiliar touch of a finger entering her virgin pussy strange and frightful.  Even a finger felt big, what would a cock be like, not that she ever touched or felt one before?  She wasn’t like Samantha, sure that she had touched one.  The finger moved deeper into her body, back and forth, feeling like it was stretching her as if making her bigger for something else.  Then he began to push it in and out, careful not to bust her hymen, yet each time he pushed back in it banged harshly against her fragile innocence, her body tense as she waited for the brutal pain that never came.  It felt strange, even good, though she hated to admit it, the finger moving in and out as if she were being fucked.  Doctor Stevens’ other hand was still stroking her slit, Belle ashamed as she heard the noise from the fingers moving around her wet slit and pussy.  Her hips moved more urgently, as if meeting the thrusts inside her, unable to stop them.
      One finger became two as Doctor Stevens continued to finger fuck her virgin hole.  It was time for her to feel the ultimate pleasure.  He kept two fingers inside her, opening them, spreading her open from inside, a moan from Belle from what he was doing to her.  His other hand moved up to the top of her slit, Doctor Stevens looking for her clit, his fingers pinching close to the base to release the swollen bud from its hood.  It popped out like a tiny cock, his finger finding it and gently rubbing it.
      “EEEEEEWWWW.”  What had he done?  The shock waves ran through her body.  It was like she was struck by lightening and the electricity was shooting through her nerves.  But it was coming from her sex.  He had touched her clitoris, Belle not even daring to touch it, afraid of what she might start if it felt as good as Samantha said it would.  And she didn’t lie.  His finger tapped lightly at it, Belle’s body jerking in pleasure as he lightly slapped it back and forth.  “No!  NO!”  She begged him to stop, but her heart wasn’t in it.  She wanted more of it and now the fingers continued again, Belle’s body dually ravished.  She could feel it coming, building between her legs, her pussy gripping his fingers as if she didn’t want them to leave.  And her body quivered each time his fingers touched her sensitive clit, the swollen bud getting more sensitive each time he touched it.  “OOOHH,” Belle unable to contain her own lust, her body shaking, her legs spread so wantonly as Doctor Stevens masturbated her.  She was ready for her first climax.  Her eyes opened wide.  He had stopped, his fingers pulled reluctantly from her pussy, her pussy deserted and untouched.  Her body was on the edge and Doctor Stevens stopped.  “Please!”
      “What do you want, Belle?”  His cock was so hard, needing relief soon.  And Belle would willingly give him what he wanted.  He just had to make sure she stayed on the edge until he was ready.
      “I want a climax.”  She wasn’t even sure what it would feel like, but she was sure that she would know it and feel it when it happened.
      “Turn over.  Onto your stomach.”  He stepped back, her eyes questioning, but she had no choice.  She closed her legs, Doctor Stevens seeing the drops of wetness beneath her.  She turned over until her luscious ass cheeks were revealed, the sharp crack down them separated her firm cheeks.  She didn’t even look back, just waiting for him, hoping that he would give her what she wanted.  Doctor Stevens moved closer so he could get her into the position he wanted.
      She felt his hands on her hips, pulling them up.  She started to get up on her hands, but a hand on her back pressed her upper body back down on the table.  He made her arch her ass up, his hands sliding between her thighs, Belle feeling her legs parted wider and wider, her ass cheeks separated by the wide expanse of her legs.  He finally stopped, one hand under her, keeping her ass up submissively.  She felt humiliated at the way she knew she looked.  Her ass up into the air as if she was asking to be fucked from behind.  Yes, she said it.  Fucked.  She was so aroused she would have willingly given up her virginity if it was any other man but Doctor Steven.  She didn’t want to lose her virginity to an old man.
      He enjoyed the view from this angle.  Not only was her pussy opened up wide, but her asshole was revealed, her cheeks parted, her crack all but disappearing from the wide spread of her legs, the puckered hole so tiny.  He began to masturbate her again, his fingers fluttering along her slit, her body jumping from the touch.  She pushed her ass back at him.  He pulled her lips apart again, this time wider until she moaned in pain, if that was what it was.  He slipped two fingers inside her again, rewarded when her pussy gripped them back.  He began to finger fuck her again, his other finger used to run up and down her crack.
      “EWWWW,” she was half crying and half purring.  His wet finger slid up and down her crack, teasing over her backside.  Why was he touching her there?  His finger touched her anus, Belle clenching her cheeks tight, trapping the probing finger.
      “Don’t tighten your ass.”  He twisted his fingers inside her virgin pussy painfully to warn her.  “I might accidentally bust your hymen,” he threatened.  Her powerful cheeks released his finger.  He slid it down, getting it wet from her pussy and then moved it back up, pausing over her anus, pressuring it slightly so she would feel its presence.  She felt her anus begin to flutter and clench from the unexpected probing finger.  He continued to finger fuck her, her hips moving so sensuously up and down, her virgin pussy swallowing up his finger inside her.  She was moaning louder, in spite of his finger on her asshole, she was getting ready to cum.
      She tried to ignore the finger on her anus, concentrate instead on the one that plunged in and out of her pussy.  She felt the familiar tremors rush through her body, hoping that he would make her climax, her body needing relief.  “NOOOO!”  She cried out in frustration, his hands stopping.
      “I have one more thing to check and then I will give you the release you want.  Get up.”  She got off the table, her muscles cramped from the odd position he put her in.  “Kneel up on the seat.  Face the back.”
      She did as he said, anything to get her release.  She kneeled on the seat, at least the velvet was soft on her knees.  She felt him behind her.
      “Up tall.  On your knees.  Hands up high.”  He straightened her back until she was stretched tall on her knees, her body pressed against the back of the seat.  Her back and ass open to him.  His hands went between her thighs.  “Spread your legs like a good girl, Belle.  And I’ll let you climax.”  He watched as she obeyed like a little girl, Doctor Stevens urging her each time she tried to stop until her legs were spread wide.  He gazed at her widespread thighs, her open pussy glistening with her juices.  But his eyes were drawn to her asshole.  He gathered up some of her juices on one finger, moving close to her.  “Take a deep breath and hold real still.”
      His finger slid along her slit, but it deserted her again.  She felt him right behind her as he whispered in her ear.  What was he going to do?  He had done everything he could, what else was left?  Then she felt it, the cold, wet finger pushed between her cheeks, searching out her anus.  He pressed hard against her tiny hole.  She turned and looked at him with pleading eyes.  “No, not there!”  But as soon as the words popped out, his finger entered her abruptly.  She had no place to go, the back of the seat stopping her from moving away.  She grunted as the finger bore deep into her soul.
      It felt like her asshole sucked his finger in, the slick digit breaching her tight hole, entering her as she gasped in surprise.  God, was she hot and tight, her muscles clenching as he shoved his finger in deeper.  She could do little except whimper and take it, the seat preventing her withdrawal.  “I just have to check to make sure you are tight.  Try to relax; I need to go in deeper.”
      His finger bore deeper into her, twisting and turning as she cried out in shame.  Why did he touch her in such a place?  Her pussy wanted his finger; instead it was up her ass and going deeper, Belle unable to stop him.  She was huffing and puffing as she suffered the rude indignation of being probed in such a despicable place, even if he was a doctor.  He seemed to be enjoying this too much.  It felt like a log shoved up her backside, Belle finally relieved when she felt his knuckles bang against her anus.  He couldn’t go in any deeper.  Maybe now he would take it out and give her the release she wanted.
      “Now that’s not so bad.  You’re hot and tight, Belle.  No problems back here.  Just show me how good your muscles are.  Squeeze my finger like a good girl.”  He twisted his finger, making her feel his fingernails scrape her tender lining.  She didn’t need any more motivation, Doctor Stevens rewarded with the delightful clenching of her anal muscles.  “Again.”  She obeyed, Doctor Stevens making her clench on his finger four times before he pulled his finger out.  But he did it slowly.
      She hated him for making her clench on his finger as if she were a trained dog.  Four times before he stopped. His finger finally left, feeling her inner passage collapsing behind it as it pulled out, feeling like her guts were coming out with it.  She felt relief as it pulled out, a strange feeling as her anal ring closed tight.  It was not that it hurt much, the finger small.  It was just the humiliation of having him probe her backside so intimately.
      “Relax again.  This will just be a little bigger.  Two fingers.”  He didn’t give her time again, two slick finger finding her anus and breaching her as she gasped loudly, trying to climb the back of the seat as his fingers pushed hard into her asshole.  She had no where to go, his fingers entering her rectum, stretching her as they pushed in deep.  He pushed on her rectal muscles, a gasp from her as she was probed intimately from the inside.
      “EEEEGGGH.”  She tried to get away but had little room to do anything but accept the inevitable.  His fingers twisted and turned as they pushed inside her, Belle feeling the bony knuckles beat against her muscles.  She never expected to be touched inside such a place.  She hated him, but she did it, clenching four times on his fingers, her only consolation that he would take his fingers out.  And he did, her anal ring aching as they left.  The two fingers were bigger, but it was mostly discomfort and shame, not pain.
      “You have a severe cold.  I have some medicine that will get rid of it in two days.  Besides that you have an excellent body.”  He moved in close to her, his hand snaking around in front of her, reaching back until he found her pussy, wet and waiting.  He began to play with her clit, his other hand fingering her pussy from behind.  “And you want to climax.”  She only moaned.  He began to arouse her again.  He waited for a minute, feeling her body getting close to climax before he told her.  “And now the fee.  It’ll be three dollars.  It’s an expensive medicine.  In fact, the stores rarely carry it.  You’re lucky I had it with me.”  He continued to finger her as she looked back at him.
      Three dollars.  She hadn’t thought of money, she only had a dime with her.  “I don’t have it.  I’ll bring it to you later.”  His fingers continued to masturbate her, her mind clouded with desire; her only thought was the climax she had been waiting for.
      “You don’t have any money with you.  What did you expect me to do, treat you for nothing?”  He continued to play with her lovely body, feeling her pussy clench on his finger just as her asshole had just done.
      “I’m sorry,” she begged, her ass pushing back on the fingers that drew her nearer to her climax.
      “Well, maybe we can make a trade.”
      She heard the sound of fumbling behind her, then she felt it.  Though she never felt it before, it was unmistakable.  She felt hot flesh pushed between her legs and entering her virgin pussy.  It was his cock, feeling his body pressing up against her back, pinning her to the seat.  “No, you know I’m a virgin.  Don’t take my precious innocence from me.”  She began to cry as she begged him.  To lose her virginity like this was unthinkable.
      “I don’t know why I feel so sorry for you.”  He gathered up her juices onto his cock before he pulled it out.  It was hard, her pussy hot and tight.
      “Thank you,” Belle feeling relieved.  Even his fingers returned to arouse her.  But her relief was short lived.  She felt his cock sliding up the crack of her backside, stopping on her anus.  “AAAWWWWW.”  She felt the stretching and then she was entered before she could do anything.  She tried to move away, but his hips followed her every movement, his cock sitting inside her rectum, pulsating.
      “Relax, it’s not that big.  You can take it.”  He held her tight, his finger slapping at her clit as he slowly pushed his cock into her hot, tight, clenching asshole.  He had never felt so much pleasure, her insides rippling up and down the head of his cock and the shaft as he fed more of his cock into her guts.
      She hated to admit it, but it didn’t hurt much, just a strange fullness.  It was the shame of being taken in such a place.  His cock would jerk and jump inside her, his hips pulling out, then back in, each time more of his cock going inside her.  This was not what she had expected her first sexual experience to be.  Sodomized by an old man with a skinny cock.  And she was sure that she was going to climax, in spite of having a cock up her ass.  Or maybe because of it.
      Doctor Stevens began to fuck her asshole.  Pulling his cock almost all the way out until her anal ring clung tightly to the head.  Then he would thrust back in, taking her with the full measure of his cock, though she barely whimpered when he did.  He began to slap at her clit harder, Belle shaking her hips, riding his cock in her asshole as though she was enjoying being fucked in the ass.  His other hand reached around the front, two fingers in her virgin pussy, fucking her as she began to cry out in ecstasy.
      She had never felt anything like it, the pleasure exploding in her head; her nipples so hard she thought they would pop.  And the wonderful feeling between her legs, never experiencing anything like it before.  She came, her pussy gushing so much she thought she peed on her self.  She didn’t know why, but she did, clenching her muscles on the cock in her asshole.  Then she felt it, shamed as Doctor Stevens filled her bowels with his hot seed, filling her stomach as his cock continued to fuck her asshole.  She almost passed out, her head spinning as her body collided with the explosive climax that ran through every nerve in her body.  When she finally slumped down, exhausted, but satisfied, she wondered why she never did this before.  Even Doctor Stevens’ cock pulling out of her asshole, a flood of cum dripping down her thighs couldn’t ruin the moment.  She could never have planned anything like this, but she didn’t regret it.  She thanked Doctor Stevens as he gave her the medicine, her backside still tingling, a reminder of his cock.  Her legs felt like rubber, but she felt invigorated.  When she got back, her father was awake.
      “You okay, Belle?  You look flushed.  Is the cough getting worse?”
      “I feel great, Daddy.  Just great.  I think my cough is breaking.”  She sat down in the seat next to him, putting her head on his shoulder.  Samantha was already asleep in the other seat.  I wonder if she had as much fun as I did.  She fell asleep quickly.

Chapter 3
Samantha’s Misunderstood
      
      
      Samantha made her way to the front of the train.  She had heard that is where all the action is.  Where the gamblers and gunslingers went.  Where all the exciting men were.  She passed through the lower-class coaches, the seats crammed with so many people that some were sitting on each other’s laps.  She went into the next car, pulling the heavy door open, the cool air rushing in, crossing over into the next car.  She was surprised.  It wasn’t like the others; this was almost like a saloon.  There was a long bar along one side with at least four tables filling the rest of the space, only a few bench seats in the front.  The room was thick with cigarette and cigar smoke in spite of the windows being open.  The tables were all filled with men playing cards, a wide assortment of different types.
      She walked in, barely anyone paying attention to her.  Samantha wasn’t used to that.  She saw at least three other women, all about the same age as her.  One was taking a drink over to one of the tables, the man taking the drink and barely looking at her, giving her a quarter for her trouble and a gentle pat on her ass as she walked off.  He was too engrossed in the game, the center of the table filled with a large pile of coins and dollar bills.  She had never seen that much money in one place.  Some of the men were dressed in black suits, string ties and white shirts.  Others were dressed in tight fitting shirts, shiny guns hanging around their waist, usually with a cigarette hanging out of their mouth.  There was even a priest looking out of place with his white collar, but he was engrossed in a game, a large pile of money in front of him.
      Jesse was just barely ahead, playing for over two hours now.  He sat with his back to the wall, his gun hanging lose to his side, always alert to trouble.  He had an uncanny knack of sensing trouble, keeping him alive.  He wasn’t the fastest gunslinger, but he always knew his opponents.  He saw the skirt out of the corner of his eye just as he was raising the bet.  “Get me a whisky.  And hurry.”  He slapped her ass, almost too hard, but she scurried away like a good barmaid.
      Samantha saw him sitting in the back.  He wore a black shirt that clung to his hard chest.  He had a hard face, tanned with a hint of stubble.  All except for the neatly trimmed mustache.  His black hair was slicked back.  But what caught her eye was the shiny metal gun that slung low on his waist, pearl handles glistening in the light.  A gunslinger.  She moved over towards his table without being too obvious.  He was playing with three others, another gunslinger, and two gentlemen, probably professional gamblers.  She walked to his side of the table.  Before she could get very far, she heard his gruff voice ordering her.  She was about to protest when she felt the sharp sting of his hand on her ass.  It stung bad, even after his hand left.  And it sent a shiver up her spine.  Confused, she did the most obvious.  She went over to the bar.  “Whisky,” she said to the bartender as if she were doing this for years.
      “Jesse’s a big tipper.  Just make sure you take care of him.”  The bartender passed her the shot glass filled with the brown whiskey.  He went to the other end of the bar to help another girl, never looking back at Samantha.
      She picked up the glass, carefully taking it over to the table, Samantha having a hard time with not spilling it.  She moved next to him, putting the glass on the table next to his money.  He didn’t even look at her, eyeing the player that was sitting across from him.  Samantha knew a little about poker.  She saw Jesse pick up a wad of bills and put them into the kitty in the center of the table.  It was piled high with coins and now dollars.
      “Raise you twenty.”  Jesse stared intently at the lone player.  He didn’t even look at his cards, knowing them by heart.  He gave a quarter to the girl that brought him a drink, catching the sensuous smell of her perfume, almost out of place among the stale smoke and alcohol that filled the room.  He felt her soft hand taking the money, but his eyes never wavered from the gambler across from him.
      “And twenty back to you.”  The bold gambler hoped to bluff him, putting in another crinkled twenty dollar bill into the already big pot.  It was his only hope to recoup what he had already put in.
      Jesse fingered his cards, but still did not look.  He had a good hand, but was it good enough?  He suddenly felt lucky.  He picked up another twenty, throwing it in the pot.  “And another fifty to see my hand.”  He peeled off two twenties and a ten, throwing them into the pot.  The minute he did it, he saw the surrender in his opponent’s eyes.  He was bluffing and lost.
      “Damn,” he shouted loudly as he threw his cards into the center of the table in disgust.  A damn gunslinger out bluffed him.  And for a lot of money.
      Jesse scooped up the money, trying not to look too excited.  He was up, up big time now.  His luck had changed.  He piled up his money, finally getting a chance to look at his surrounding, especially the wearer of the lovely perfume that filled his nose.  She was beautiful, not like a typical barroom girl.  Almost too plain.  She wore a simple dress, but on her it looked like the most expensive gown.  It clung to a lovely figure, the buttons looking like they were straining to contain a pair of lush breasts that pushed out the front.  “Another whisky.  And get one for yourself,” Jesse’s voice less gruff now, his mood changing.  He slapped her ass, but this time not so hard, almost affectionately, his hand lingering longer before he pulled it away.  She stood there, Jesse almost feeling her body trembling as his hand rested on one firm ass cheek.  He was almost disappointed when she went to the bar, Jesse’s cock straining his tight pants as he watched her ass sway so seductively away from him.
      Samantha could barely breathe as she asked the bartender for two whiskeys.  Her heart was racing from Jesse’s hand on her ass.  She could still feel it there even though he was on the other side of the room.  He had slapped her ass again, but this time it tingled more than stung.  And his hand lingered on her ass, Samantha still not knowing why she allowed such a thing.  She should have slapped his face for being so insolent, but she could only tremble beneath the strong, hot hand that fondled her ass cheek.  She was glad to get away from the touch, but she hurriedly got the two whiskeys and moved back to the table, her heart racing a mile a minute in expectations.  She had never been treated like this, yet it excited her beyond comprehension.  She began to almost get into the role of the barmaid.  She put the two glasses down on the table, Jesse looking up at her.
      “What’s your name?”  He picked up his glass.
      “Samantha,” her voice trembling as she answered.
      “To you, Sam,” Jesse raising his glass to her.  “That one’s for you.”
      So Sam was her name now.  She liked it, it was different.  She picked up the glass of whisky.  She had never had a drink before.  Well, maybe some moonshine but she almost choked to death on the tiny sip she had.  She had no choice, clicking her glass with his, taking it to her lips.  She smelled the strong odor of alcohol as it moved to her lips.  She took a deep breath, her head going back as she swung the glass up to her lips, pouring it quickly into her mouth.  She swallowed quickly, feeling the burning as it went down into her stomach, her mouth filled with the harsh taste of the powerful liquor.  It took only seconds before her brain felt fuzzy, her stomach feeling like it was on fire.  Her eyes watered as she tried not to cough and sputter, not wanting to show her inexperience with liquor.
      Jesse swigged the whisky, his eyes watching Sam as she did the same.  She swallowed it like a man, but you could see it in her eyes that it was hard for her to keep down.  They began to turn glassy and the pupils grew smaller.  Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, Jesse enjoying the way her breasts bounced so delightfully beneath the thin dress.  She began to move away just as his cards were dealt to him.  “You don’t go anywhere, Sam.  You’re my lucky charm.”  He could see her legs begin to sway.  He pulled his chair to the side, his hand on her hips as he pulled her down onto his lap.
      He called her Sam, almost as if he owned her.  She was growing woozy from the drink.  She almost fell when she felt hands on her hips, Sam unable to do anything as she was guided down onto his lap before she knew what was happening.  He had called her his good luck charm.  She felt strangely proud that she brought him luck.  He was already looking at his cards as she sat on his lap.  She felt one of his guns pushing into her, snuggling up between the cheeks of her ass, the hard metal trigger pushed hard against her.  Beneath her thighs she felt another hardness, but this was not his gun.  This was his cock.  It felt almost as hard as the metal gun, Sam’s mind filled with thoughts of James’ cock that was pushed against her before she was able to get away that night at the dance.  She squirmed on his lap as she tried to get into a more comfortable position, each time the trigger rubbing up and down her ass crack, rubbing sensuously over her anus, sending delicious shivers through her body.  And the cock beneath her thighs jerked and jumped each time she moved.
      Jesse had a hard time concentrating on the card game with Sam rubbing back and forth over his cock so wantonly.  Was she drunk from the one drink or just horny?  In spite of his cock being pleasured by her lovely thighs, he still won again.  He took in his money as the dealer shuffled the cards.  He picked up a dollar bill and unbuttoned one of the buttons on her dress slowly, her eyes following his deft move.  He pulled the dress to the side, his fingers taking the dollar and stuffing it into the chemise beneath it, feeling the goose bumps on her silky skin as his fingers lingered on her flesh.
      He had won again.  Maybe she was lucky.  He took in the money, there had to be at least a hundred dollars in the kitty.  Her eyes followed his hands as if he were doing it to someone else, but when she felt his hot, calloused fingers rubbing her naked bosom the reality of the situation came home.  He had opened the front of her dress, and she had allowed him.  She felt a shiver of cold run up her spine as his rough hands touched her intimately, the dollar bill in his fingers pushed into her chemise until she felt the rough edge of the stiff bill touch her nipple.  She felt her nipple explode to life, hardening as she bit her lip to contain the moan of lust that was building in her mouth.  She looked down, ashamed that both of her nipples pushed out the front of her dress like hard pointed tips.  She squirmed against the gun, feeling it push against her anus, almost burning as she arched her back provocatively.
      Jesse had to pick up his hand, but all the men at the table were watching the wanton display of Sam, even though she didn’t even realize what she was doing.  They were so distracted that he easily won the next hand, bluffing the others as they watched Sam with their tongues out.  His cock was jerking beneath her thighs, enjoying the way she rubbed him wantonly, even though Jesse knew she didn’t know what kind of effect she was having on all of them.  She wasn’t the typical saloon girl.  Maybe she was new and learning, though she seemed to have a natural ability to entice.  His hand went around her waist as they dealt the cards, the others realizing they had to concentrate on the game before they lost all their money.  And Jesse would have to also.  There would be time later for Sam.  His hand slid around until he rubbed between her legs, finding them relaxed as his tickled up between her thighs, high up, almost between her legs.  Her hands hung down at her side, not stopping him from doing anything.  He pinched the inside of her thigh, enjoying the feel of her soft skin beneath his powerful fingers.  She jumped in unexpected pain.  “Get us another drink.”  He pushed her off of his lap, his hand continuing to fondle her body as he pushed her away, over her hips and fondling her firm ass cheeks.  He pressed his hand down her crack, pushing the thin material of the dress between the sharp divide all the way down to where her legs met.  He pinched her between her legs from the back, Sam jerking away with a sharp cry.
      It felt like he had twenty hands as they roamed over her body, the whisky clouding her brain.  His hand was between her legs, Sam shocked that she did nothing to stop him as he pushed between her thighs until her legs willingly parted.  He rubbed her tender thighs, Sam feeling the same pleasure between her legs that she felt when she masturbated, a dampness in her panties.  He pinched the tender skin, his fingers powerful.  It hurt, but also felt good, Sam’s mind confused.  He pushed her up as he asked for more whiskey, his hand caressing her body with impunity, sliding over her ass, up and down her ass crack, his firm fingers playing across her anus just as the trigger of his gun had done.  Then she felt it go down farther, a splash of her juices between her legs when he pinched her pussy from behind, Sam feeling fingers on her most intimate sex almost too casually.  She cried out, not sure if pain, humiliation or lust, jerking away from the fingers, afraid of what might happen if they lingered too long on her sex.  She didn’t want to be shamed if he caused her to orgasm in front of a roomful of men.
      Jesse watched as she walked away on unsteady legs, but his eyes couldn’t move from the gentle sway of her ass, almost hypnotic as she walked.  He looked at the other men in the room, not many of them failing to watch her.  She gripped the bar tight as the bartender poured two more drinks for her.  Jesse went back to the game, flashing the cards he was dealt, three aces.  This girl was just the thing he needed, his luck changed for the better.  There was no way he would let her leave so quickly.
      Sam steadied herself against the bar, the cloudiness in her head disappearing, but she still felt dizzy.  “Two more,” she told the bartender with authority now.  He brought the drinks, leaving them with no more than a smile and a nod.  She picked them up and carried them over to the table.  Jesse was playing another hand, slapping down his cards and exclaiming his success, three aces leaving the others dejected.  One of them got up and left, turning to Sam as he passed her by.  “I’d give you twenty bucks to be my good luck charm.”  His hands wandered over her body so casually, brushing over her ass to squeeze one cheek.  She jerked and had to be careful not to drop the drinks.  Another man waited to take his place at the table.  She put the drinks down, Jesse looking up at her.  His gaze made her heart swoon and gave her a tingle between her legs.  Here was a rugged man that took what he wanted.
      “Cheers, Sam.”  He swigged the whiskey down, looking up at her just in time to see her do the same, her eyes clouding over.  “Now sit that pretty ass on my lap and give me luck.”  He picked up a ten dollar bill, waiting for her to sit on his lap.
      The whiskey burned as it filled her belly, the cloudiness returning to fog her brain, but it did little to quench the feeling in her body.  She felt the dampness between her legs from his demanding tone in his voice.  She sat down, seeing the ten dollar bill in his hand, shivering in expectation of where he would put this one.  She could still feel the other one in her chemise, moving around as she walked, sharp pains in her nipple from the crisp bill rubbing against her tender flesh.  But she didn’t move it, excited by the strange pain that raced between her legs.  His hands curled around her waist, drawing her up onto him until she felt her ass settling down on his hard cock again.
      “You move on my cock all you want, Sam.”  His hands urged her hips to move, feeling his cock jerking against her ass cheeks as she slid over his bulging prick.  His hand slid down under the table, the ten dollar bill in his hand, none of the others able to see him as the dealer shuffled the new deck of cards.  But Sam’s eyes followed his every movement, including seeing the ten dollar bill.  His fingers gripped the fabric of her dress and began to draw it up her leg, Sam doing nothing to stop him.
      She felt her body tremble as her dress slid over the naked skin of her legs, feeling it move higher and higher up her legs.  She knew exactly where he was going to put the ten dollar bill and she grew wet with desire.  She should stop him, Jesse taking liberties with her body that no man should take with a lady, but he didn’t think she was a lady, and Sam felt the unmistakable thrill out of acting like a saloon girl.  She bit her lip until it bled when his calloused hand touched the naked flesh of her leg.  She felt the ten dollar bill sliding up between her legs, his fingers urging out her thighs as his hand slid between them.
      He could almost feel her heat, his hand sliding between her silky thighs, going where many card players had probably gone before.  But then he looked at her, a frightened look in her eyes, her lip trembling slightly as though no man had ever touched her like this.  It only made him bolder, his hand sliding up her thigh until he felt her moist, hot panties.  He felt her legs spread wider almost with a moan from her lips at the same time.  He pressed his hand against her damp mound, and her body shook, feeling her dense bush beneath his touch.  The dealer was ready to deal, so Jesse had to hurry.
      She couldn’t believe that she spread her legs like a wanton whore when he touched her, her pussy growing wet when he touched her between her legs.  She fought the urge to cum, not wanting to shame herself in front of the others.  His fingers played with her panties, running up and down her mound, pushing the wet panties between her puffy lips.  Then she felt a tiny orgasm hit her body, biting her lip again as she came when his fingers slid under the side of her panties, his hot fingers touching the bare skin of her mound.  Her nipples swelled, her pussy clenching as she tried to mask the tiny orgasm that was rippling through her body.  She felt her pussy release her juices just as he pushed the ten dollar bill beneath her panties, tucked neatly between her wet lips.  Then he pulled out his hand, pushing down her dress until she was respectable, just in time to pick up his cards for the next hand.  He only gave a sideways glance to her, but it was the smirk on his face.  He knew what had happened.  And what he had done to her.  She squirmed on his cock, sliding her ass back and forth, reaching for the glass to hide the fact that she was masturbating his cock with her ass cheeks.  She felt the ten dollar bill between her lips; each time she moved, it did also, inciting a new tremor in her body.
      Jesse continued to win, Sam bringing them both drinks when he requested it.  Each time she sat down, his hands would explore beneath her dress, each time giving her a crisp ten dollar bill, feeling the wet ones hot between her lips.  His fingers would linger longer under her dress.  And she would squirm more on his lap each time he finished.
      She had four drinks, her head in a daze, aroused to a point where she wanted to masturbate so bad.  Jesse was stuffing her panties with ten dollar bills, sure that at least four of them were in there, a couple of fives in her chemise and a one dollar bill.  That was more money than most men made in a month.  She got it in one night.  All for being a good luck charm.  Her panties were drenched and Jesse knew it, teasing her each time as he pulled his hand out from under her dress.
      “Your pussy is wet, Sam.  You want something besides my hand?”  He didn’t wait for an answer, continuing to play, continuing his winning streak.  Finally after three hours his luck was changing, a good time to leave.  Besides, he had this lovely girl next to him excited and wet, his cock eager to tame her.  “Time for me to go, gentlemen.”  He picked up his money, the men looking disappointed that he was taking their money with him, but a new sucker was already coming over to the table, a wad of money in his hand.
      He was going to leave, surprising Sam.  She knew he wouldn’t stay forever, but she never really contemplated when he would leave.  Or what she would do.  Then she heard his voice reassuring her.
      “You’re coming with me, Sam.  I still have to thank you properly.”  He helped her up, her legs unsteady.  He would have to find a place for them to lie down, sure that she wouldn’t be able to stand up long enough for him to fuck her.  And fuck her is what he intended to do.  He took her hand, placing it against his cock, his back to the others so they wouldn’t see.  “This is for you, honey.”  He peeled back ten, ten dollar bills.  “And this, but I’ll give them to you when we have more privacy.  I know just where to go.”  He led her off, her body almost limp, the whiskey taking its toll on her.
      She was led off like a lamb to slaughter, hearing what he was saying but not fully comprehending the meaning.  She felt her hand on his cock, but he led her away before she could explore it.  His powerful hands drew her body near his as they walked out, Sam feeling safe when she probably should not feel that.  They walked out of the car, but they went forward, Sam finding herself in a box car, a horse in the corner of the car surrounded by a fence, the floor covered in hay.  She felt her body laid down on the floor of the box car, the straw scratching as her body was stretched out.  The room began to spin as she laid back, breathing heavy as she tried to fill her lungs.
      Jesse kneeled over her, her eyes already beginning to close.  He didn’t know if she would be any good, too far gone from the whiskey.  He lay down next to her, turning her onto her side until she was facing him.  “That should keep you from passing out.”  Her eyes opened just in time for him to kiss her, feeling her silky lips part as his lips touched hers.  He felt the sparks fly, his cock jerking in pleasure, moving closer until he pressed his cock against her pussy.  His tongue slipped into her mouth, Sam doing little to stop him.  He began to grind his cock on her pussy, his hand sliding over her hip and grabbing her ass and pulling her up against him.
      He was kissing her.  Passionately, just as James had done that night at the barn dance when she pushed him away.  But Jesse wasn’t any man, he took what he wanted and Sam was what he wanted now.  She could barely move her hands and legs, the whiskey taking its toll on her untrained body.  He pulled her against him, gripping her ass and making her rub up against his hard cock.  She felt his hand leave her ass, sliding down between them until he found her hand.  He pulled it between them until she felt it pushed against his cock.  Almost instinctively her fingers curled around the thick shaft as if she had done if for years, his hand guiding her hand up and down until she was doing it by herself.  She could feel it throb beneath her touch, her fingers moving from the bottom, all the way up, surprised when she felt the thick helmet, pinching her fingers harder onto the throbbing flesh until it jerked beneath her fingers.
      Jesse let her stroke his cock, her fingers expert at arousing him.  She was a natural, her fingers exploring his cock in detail.  He would take his cock out, but first he wanted to explore her.  His hands yanked up her skirts, her hand stopping when he uncovered her panties, but began as soon as he touched the naked skin on her legs, high up near her mound.  She gasped from his touch, but her fingers began again, taking broad strokes up and down his cock.  His fingers found her mound, two fingers squeezing together her pussy lips until they pulled out, finally slipping out of his grasp, her panties soaked.
      She grabbed his cock harder with lust when his hands touched her, the shock of her pussy lips being grabbed so harshly driving the air from her lungs.  His other hand slid up her waist and gripped one of her breasts as though he owned her, squeezing her flesh until his fingers fought their target, her swollen nipple.  It felt like a vice gripping her nipple, but she could only arch her back and cry out in pleasure, all the while his other hand was freely fondling her soaked sex.  He must think she was a slut, but she could do little to stop him, even if she wanted to.  She needed to cum, and it was Jesse that was going to set her off.  And soon.
      Her hips were moving by themselves, giving him a chance to reach between their bodies, opening up his pants and taking out his cock.  She was waiting for it, Jesse struggling not to cum when her soft, silky hands gripped his cock with such authority, sliding up and down his prick as though she had done this to him often.  Her fingers curled over the head of his cock, a fingernail scratching just beneath the head on the tender underside, Jesse not sure if she did it on purpose or by accident.  All he knew was the pleasure he felt.  Her fingers ran over the head until he shot out some cum on her fingers, Sam rubbing it up and down his shaft.
      She had never felt anything like it.  It was so hard and hot.  How could flesh become so hard?  Her fingers explored it like a child, finding the thick veins that ran up the shaft, the thick helmet that covered the head, her fingernail exploring beneath it, Jesse gasping when her sharp fingernail accidentally scratched it.  Her fingers curled over the head, her long fingernail scratching over the head until she felt an unmistakable wetness on her fingers.  She had made him leak, just as he had done to her.  She felt her panties yanked harshly down to mid thighs, Sam gasping loudly as Jesse’s hands found her naked sex.  His fingers curled into her dense bush, the sharp pain of errant hairs pulled out from their follicles sending delicious shivers through her body.  But nothing could compare to when his fingers slid apart her wet pussy lips, shoving the ten dollar bills out of the way, exploring deep into her inner lips, finding her hot and wet.  His fingers were demanding, Sam’s other hand moving between them until she found his balls, her hand gripping them, squeezing down the crinkly hairs.  She squeezed harder, feeling the giant balls inside the sack almost floating around invisibly, Jesse’s ass moving back and forth as her two hands rhythmically masturbated him, his hands responding in kind.
      She was so hot and wet, his finger sliding up and down her drenched slit, coating his fingers with her juices.  She was squeezing his balls with one hand, brining up the cum that threatened to release, her other hand sliding up and down his shaft with just the right amount of pressure, tightening as they passed over the head, his cock leaking more cum with each stroke.  His fingers slid down, until he found the entrance to her womanhood.  He shoved two fingers in, astonished when they banged harshly against her barrier.  He couldn’t believe it, she was a virgin, Sam gasping in pain when his fingers almost busted her hymen.  That changed everything.  No matter how bad he was, he wouldn’t take a girl’s virginity on the straw covered floor of a box car.  She deserved better than that.
      She looked at him when he discovered her secret.  Would he fuck her anyway?  His fingers pulled out, sliding up and down her slit each time higher until his calloused finger rubbed over her clit.  Just like she did when she masturbated.  Her hand slid up and down his cock faster, just as the orgasm overcame her.  She had never felt anything like it, not even when she came under her self masturbation.  Her nipples swelled so big she thought they would burst especially when Jesse pinched them tight.  But it was her clit that was different, his fingers harsher and rougher than hers, exciting her beyond her own comprehension.  She screamed out in pleasure as her pussy gushed her juices onto his hands, Jesse rewarded her in kind, his cock spewing out his hot cum onto her hand, making it easier to stroke his cock.  She couldn’t believe all the cum that shot out his cock, Sam looking down as the white, milky cum shot out in ropey wads to brand her hand with the hot cum.
      He couldn’t wait any longer, cumming under her expert touch.  She might be a virgin, but she knew how to stroke a cock.  He came beneath her touch, his fingers making her join in, her body shaking and shuddering as she came on him.  Her pussy gushed her juices all over his hand, his fingers continued to rub up and down her pussy until they both spent their cum on each other.
      She almost fainted, wishing she did, shamed that she acted so wantonly.  With her orgasm gone, humiliation set in.  Here she was half naked, her panties down, her hand covered in drying cum on the straw-covered floor, a cock that was shrinking still in her hands.  Jesse was a gentleman, handing her a kerchief to wipe her hands, his fingers dabbing up her wet pussy with a kerchief until she was dry.  He pulled up her panties; Sam forced to raise her ass up to allow him.  He pulled her skirt down, his hands arranging his cock, stuffing it back into his tight pants.  He got up, extending a hand to help her up.  She said nothing, only shame in her face.
      When she wasn’t looking, Jesse filled her pockets with the wet bills from her pussy, adding the other ten, ten dollar bills to the stack.  “I’ll help you back to your car.”
      “No, I can make it by myself.  I wouldn’t want my parents to see you.”  She walked out without turning around.
      Jesse was surprised by her statement.  She wasn’t a saloon girl but probably some farmer’s daughter on their way to the West.  No wonder she was a virgin.  He wondered why she allowed him such liberties with her virginal body.
      Samantha snuck back into her seat without waking her parents, finding some mints to suck on to get rid of the foul taste in her mouth.  She was beginning to get a headache from the alcohol.  She put her hand in her pocket, pulling out a wad of bills.  She counted them, over a hundred forty dollars.  For that amount of money you could buy a wagon and horses.  She fingered some of the bills, finding them still wet, Samantha knowing where they had been.  She stuffed the bills in the lining of her coat so no one would find them, laying her head down on the seat, falling into a deep slumber, the alcohol and her satisfied lust making her body tired and exhausted.  She had dreams of Jesse, his cock sliding through her hymen to claim her innocence while she clutched his body against hers, her legs wrapped around his ass like a common whore.

Chapter 4
Wagon Train Dangers
      
      
      “I’m glad you are both feeling better,” Albert said to his two girls.  They had been looking sick since they boarded the train, but both had miraculous recoveries.  It was a long trip, but the train was finally pulling into Independence, Missouri, the gateway to the West.  From here they would buy a wagon and supplies and finally set off on their trip.  From here on out the trip would become rigorous.
      “Much better, Daddy,” Belle responded.  The medicine the Doctor gave her cured her cold, but each time she took it she remembered what she gave in return for it.  She couldn’t even confide in her sister that she had let the Doctor stick his cock in her ass and had cum inside her asshole.  She couldn’t even believe it happened, preferring to put it out of her mind.  She couldn’t wait to get off the train and into a bed where she could masturbate, hoping to have an orgasm like the Doctor had forced upon her.  It sounded almost like she didn’t want it, but ever since that day she could think of nothing else but experiencing it again.
      “Yes, Daddy, me too.  I must have started to get Belle’s cold.”  The hangover took a day to get over, her mouth so dry the next day, her head pounding all day.  So that is what it felt like to be drunk.  She didn’t remember a lot of what happened, or at least hoped to block it from her mind.  She remembered the box car and Jesse’s touch on her naked sex, her body screaming for the orgasm that raced through it.  And she could still feel her fingers curling around his hot flesh, stroking it until he had cum all over her hand.  After she left him, when he couldn’t see her anymore, she licked one of her fingers.  It was salty, not completely unpleasant, but it was just a touch of the taste that she felt.  She couldn’t imagine all of the cum that shot out of his cock.  What would that taste like in her mouth?  She had heard other women talking about taking their husbands in their mouth when they had the curse.
      They were finally walking on the platform of the station, filling up quickly as the train unloaded.
      “Good afternoon, Ma’am.  And, Sir.  I’m Doctor Stevens, the new doctor in town.  If I can be of assistance, I have an office on Main Street.”  Doctor Stevens turned to the two girls, almost smirking at Belle.  “Such lovely daughters.  And so healthy.  You must make sure they have frequent examinations at their age.  I’d be happy to exam them.  Both of them.”
      “Why thank you, Doctor.  But we are leaving soon for the West.  And Belle has had a miraculous recovery from a cold.  As well as Samantha.”
      “She must be very grateful for that.  It’s a small price to stay healthy.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I must see my office.  Maybe I will see you out West.  I have been thinking of taking my medicine out there.  So many people are in need of what I have to offer.”  He gave Belle a wide smirk, his cock stirring at the thought of being encased in her hot, tight asshole again.  And her sister, an equally charming creature.
      Belle couldn’t help but blush, no matter how much she tried not to.  And she tried but failed to not gaze down and see if his trousers bulged in the front.  It did, the lecherous man lusting after her.
      They walked farther down the platform, finally stepping onto Main Street, a far cry from Wilmington, Ohio.  The streets were dirt and mud, the sidewalks wood.  Stores lined Main Street, bars outnumbering anything else.  The streets were crowded with all kinds of men, most of them wearing six shooters at their side.  And there were a large number of women of ill repute.  They were easy to spot, their dresses pulled tight over their bosom, the top exposed to reveal too much cleavage for a respectable woman.
      “Afternoon, Sir.  What a lovely family.  Welcome to Independence.”
      No matter how much she had drunk that day, she still remembered that voice.  She looked up, Jesse looking even more handsome than that day.  Her eyes strayed down to the front of his pants, the tight black trousers doing little to hide the bulge in the front, Samantha’s fingers curling as if she were gripping it.
      A gunslinger saying hello to them, Albert confused.  “Lovely day.”  He tipped his hat to him in respect.  Albert rarely carried a gun, though he knew how to use one.  He was more of a rifle man.  He stepped out of their way, letting them pass.
      Jesse smiled at Sam, looking quite different in the light of day and out of the bar car.  She looked like the perfect farm girl, not like the saloon girl of the other day.  Yet, what they did in the box car couldn’t stop his cock from growing harder.  He stood and watched Sam walk off, still mesmerized by the gentle sway of her ass.  Some day their paths would cross again, he pledged.
      “I’ve never seen such a friendly place,” Madison exclaimed.  “And an eclectic lot of people.  There’s the boarding house, us girls need a good bath.  It might be the last one for a while.”  She quickly forgot the strangers.
* * *
      They were busy the next day.  They gathered up all their belongings from the train, Albert buying a wagon and four oxen that first day.  He didn’t want to delay, winter would come sooner than they wanted.  Madison and the girls went shopping for the last time, picking up some new dresses, two extra pairs of shoes and some winter clothes just in case they didn’t get through the mountain passes before the first snow.  Albert bought the provisions, though Madison did pick up some treats, not telling anyone, preferring to surprise them on the trip when they despaired.  It would be a hard trip, and Madison wanted to keep everyone in good spirits.  They went to church that day, praying for safe passage and good health.
      Samantha looked for Jesse when they were out, but she never saw him again.  They didn’t frequent the same places he did, the saloons and dance halls.  She tried to masturbate last night, but no matter how much she rubbed her pussy and clit, the orgasm that she had was pale in comparison to what Jesse had ignited in her.  Would she ever have the same thrill that he had given her?
      Belle masturbated for the first time after Samantha went to sleep.  She rubbed her slit just as Doctor Stevens had done, even played with her clit, surprised how swollen and sensitive it was, but her orgasm never came.  She even played her finger over her anus, hoping that it would excite her, but after twenty minutes of frustration, she finally fell asleep, frustrated and unfulfilled.
* * *
      The wagon train consisted of about ten wagons, less than 35 people.  They would pick up another eight wagons in Kansas to complete the train.  Samuel Iconberry was the Captain.  He had previously driven a herd of cattle to Oregon three years ago, and this knowledge helped him get to be selected as Captain.  Most of them were families seeking their fortune out West, all with high hopes in the new frontier.
      It took a while to get used to the monotony of the daily march, Samantha and Belle walking behind the wagon to keep the oxen from getting exhausted.  Madison rode on the wagon, Albert teaching her how to control the oxen, but always walking just to the side of the lead oxen in case of trouble.
      The weather was still nice, early April, on the road for a little over a month.  They had seen buffalos, a tribe of Indians high on the ridge looking at them, but they gave them no trouble.  It was farther west that the Indians were more hostile to the settlers, but Albert kept an eye on them nonetheless.  They settled into the camp that night, staying for another day to have church services the next day and let the oxen rest up.  They would be crossing the Missouri river in three more days and then would go into Kansas where the rest of the party would join them.  They would be safer with more men, the Indians not bothering large wagon trains.
      “I saw a creek about a mile over there, Madison.”  The girls had been complaining for a week now, wanting badly to do more than just wash their face and hands.  They would be there for a while, maybe she could take them over to the creek where they would be able to bathe in the water.  It would be cold, but at least they could get clean.
      “Is it safe?”  Madison was also the careful one, not taking any chances.
      “Captain Iconberry said it was my decision if we wanted to go.  We could take the wagon over there today, spend the night and return in the morning before they got ready to leave.”
      “I don’t know, Albert, I don’t like being out there by ourselves.”
      “He said he would send a party out for us if we weren’t back by morning.  And they would listen for trouble.”  He waited to see her response.  “Or it’s another two or three days of being dirty until we reach the Missouri River.”
      “Okay, Albert, as long as you are there to protect us.  I’ll tell the girls.”  Madison walked off to get the girls while Albert hooked up the oxen to the wagon.  It was just over a small ridge.
      It took about an hour to get there, farther than Albert had suspected.  It was still early, three or four hours before the sun would set.  They crossed the ridge, going down the other side, the wagon train gone from their view.  “There it is,” Albert glad they finally found it.  He pulled the wagon next to the river in a cove of trees.  He got out, unhooking the oxen and tying them up.  He pulled out his rifle, checking to make sure it was loaded.
      “Now you have to look the other way, Daddy.”  Belle teased him.
      “Yes, Albert, you must be a gentleman.”  Madison kidded him.
      “I’ll park myself on that rock over there.”  He pointed to the large boulder about fifty feet from the creek.  “And I’ll only look that way,” pointing up at the ridge.  “Now get going and then I’ll start a fire for the night to keep the animals away.”  He teased them; they hadn’t been bothered by any wild animals since they started out.
      The three of them crept to the water in their chemises, might as well wash them while they were at it.
      “BBBBRRR!  It’s cold.”  Belle had barely got her foot into the water when she felt the chill of the water.
      Samantha was braver, not stopping until the water was up to her knees.  She began to get goose bumps, none bigger than her nipples.  They sprang to life.
      Madison looked at her daughters.  They were grown women, full hips and breasts, perky nipples, just like hers, the water making them poke out obscenely.  “Cowards,” Madison yelled as she raced into the water, finally diving in, her heart feeling like it was going to stop when her body was immersed in the cold water.  She came to the surface, sputtering out water, her lips chattering from the cold.  She hoped she would get used to it quickly.
      Belle and Samantha were not to be outdone by their mother, diving into the cold water until they were covered.  They began to soap themselves, starting with their clothes.  By the time they finished, they peeled off the chemises, washing their naked bodies as they stood knee deep in the water.
      “Will you look at that?  Damn nekid girls!”  He looked through the binoculars, catching the movement down next to the river.
      “What you say, Elroy?”  Floyd crawled up to the ridge, looking down at the river beneath them.  “You say girls.  Nekid girls!”
      Elroy handed him the binoculars.  Floyd was the leader, and no one messed with Floyd if you wanted to live.  He looked through the binoculars, seeing the three women in the water.  “Looks like Ma with her lovely daughters.  Ain’t seen nothin’ that nice in a long time.  In fact, never,” laughing as he said it.  Even the mother was fine, full tits with big hard nipples.  He looked down to her crotch.  “Red head.  Natur’l.  So’s one of the daughters.”  He had never seen a red bush before, peering for a long time before he moved the binoculars away from her.  “Other one’s just as purty.”
      “Over to the right.  On the big rock.  Looks like only one guard, pro’bly the Pa.  Wagon looks to be in good condition, must’ve just got going.  Should still have some money.  Whatdaya think?”  Elroy wanted a piece of ass.  And there were three of them, more than enough for the five of them, though they liked to take one of them at a time, making her take on all five of them before they moved onto a fresh one.
      “I saw a small wagon train ’bout three miles over the ridge.  Doubt they’d even hear any shots behind the ridge.  They pro’bly looking to fix back up with um in the mornin’, so we got the whole night with um.”  His cock was straining his jeans, it having been a long time since he had some pussy.  Especially farm girl pussy.  He rubbed his cock through his jeans.  Tonight it would be different, a lovely girl would do his bidding.  Or else.  “Tell the others.  We’ll wait until it gets dark.  Sneak up on um while Jed shows us how good of a shot he is.”
* * *
      Albert had built a small fire, dinner over, the girls over on the other side of the wagon talking.  Madison was washing the last of the dishes.  He felt it before he even heard the noise.  It was quick, the bullet piercing his heart, his life ended in a split second.
      They were dancing, the music loud, few chances to celebrate.  The rest of the wagon train never heard the sound of the rifle, the single shot that rang out on the other side of the ridge.
      Madison could only gasp, not sure what happened, only seeing Albert slumping over, the sharp exchange of a rifle bouncing off the ridge.  She raced over to him, yelling out his name.  “Albert, Albert!”  She reached him, turning him over, the front of his shirt drenched in his own blood.  She looked at his face, so peaceful and quiet, Madison instantly knowing that he was dead.  She quickly checked the pulse in his neck, nothing.  Samantha and Belle came racing around the wagon, the rifle shot scaring them.
      “Mother, what is it?”  Belle was the first to see him, her father’s shirt red in blood.  “NO!  NO!”
      Samantha couldn’t believe it; her father slumped on the ground.  By all the blood, he was surely dead.  Then she heard the noise behind her, turning around, but not in time, a fist slamming into her chin, stars filling her head as she fell to the ground with a thud.
      Hands grabbed Madison, strong, powerful hands that pinned her arms to her side, a dirty cloth filling her mouth before she could scream.  She saw a man hit Samantha, her head thrown to the side by the powerful blow, her legs giving out as she fell heavily to the ground.  The man pounced on her quickly.
      The terror hit Belle, a man grabbing her mother, hearing Samantha falling down as Belle turned to see the commotion behind her.  She tripped, falling back on the ground.  She felt hands on her, more than two, turning her over like she was a bag of potatoes, the air pushed out her lungs as a knee dug into her back.  She felt her wrists grabbed, harsh rope tying them together behind her while she struggled to fill her lungs with air.
      They made short work of the women, subduing them as they were stunned by the man’s death.  “Get rid of ’m.  Don’t need no reminders.”  Floyd watched as Zane and Travis hauled off his body, throwing it into a ditch about fifty feet from the camp.  Travis was the youngest of the gang, barely twenty.  He had only been with them for a couple of months but was as ruthless as Floyd.  He didn’t look like an outlaw, just a baby-faced kid.  But one that knew how to use a six-shooter and wasn’t afraid to use it.  Zane was dark skinned, probably his mother was Mexican, but no one dared say that to his face.  His face was covered with the scars of the Pox, making him look even more foreboding than he was.  The other three were with him for over three years.  Jed, a sharp shooter, able to hit a target from over a hundred yards with precision.  He cared little for human life, men he aimed at were just targets in his rifle.  And women, he had no respect for them, taking them for his own pleasure only.  He would just as well shoot a woman as a man.  It made no difference to him.  His hatred of women had more to do with how ugly he was, most women looking at him in revulsion.  He had been left him for dead out on the prairie, Elroy and Floyd finding him and nursing him back to health.  He still bore the scar from the rope that was around his neck when they found him.  Jed was forever grateful, willing to do anything for Floyd or Elroy.  Elroy was Floyd’s brother, a year younger, both of them leaving home at an early age looking for adventure.  A couple of wrong turns put them on the path of being outlaws, no turning back now.  If they were ever caught, it would be the hanging noose for them.  And they had no intentions of getting caught without a battle.  They vowed never to be taken alive.
      “Jed, check the wagon and see what we can use.  They must have money, look everywhere.”  He saw the look of disappointment on his face.  “Don’t worry none, we’ll save you some pussy.”
      Madison knew they were in trouble, Albert’s body dragged off unceremoniously and thrown in a ditch.  They had killed him, Madison sure they would be next.  Her only hope is that the rest of the wagon train heard the sound of the rifle and was already riding over to save them.
      The rag in her mouth tasted like old sweat and dirt, her lips pulled back, the cloth tied too tight behind her head.  Samantha was still out cold, but Madison could see her breasts rising and falling, at least she was alive.  They had tied her arms behind her back and then turned her over, the outlaw eyeing her breasts also.  Belle was no longer struggling; her hands tied behind her back, a knife to her throat, a pin pick already dripping bright red blood.  The man holding her was ugly, his face pitted, a permanent scowl on his face.  By the way the others followed his orders, the one standing over her was the leader.  He was eying Madison, sure that they were going to be raped.  Or worse.  There were five of them.  She had never been with another man besides Albert, but she was sure that she wouldn’t have a choice.  She was going to have to take on the five of them if she wanted to somehow protect Samantha and Belle from an equally terrible fate.
      “Tie them to the wagon wheels.  Their mother is going to show them how to fuck.  Fuck all of us.”  He looked at Madison, her firm breasts pushing out the front of her dress as if beckoning him.  Floyd would get her first, but all of them would enjoy her before they were finished.  As well as the lovely daughters, Floyd hoping they still had their innocence.
      Zane held the knife to Belle’s throat, loving the look of terror in her eyes as he pricked her skin until a small trail of blood ran down her white neck.  “You be good and I wouldn’t hurt you bad,” laughing as he hauled her to her feet, pulling her over to the wagon.  He turned her back to the wagon, making her kneel on the ground in front of one of the large wagon wheels that almost dwarfed her body.  “Now don’t move or I’ll slit your throat.”  He could see her body trembling as he untied the ropes that held her wrists together.
      They were going to rape her mother in front of her, but that was the least of her problems.  The ugly outlaw was eying her body with lust in his heart and a bulge in his pants.  The gleaming knife in his hand was formidable, over eight inches long, the tip of it already red with her blood.  She felt the relief as her hands were untied, but it was short-lived.  Her arms were pulled up, high up, feeling the thick rope tied around her slim wrists until she felt the rope dig into her soft skin.  She was kneeling on the ground, but her arms were pulled up straight into the air.  She felt him fumbling with the ropes, moving away.  She tugged with her wrists, her arms tied tightly to the top of the wagon wheel.  She looked down, her breasts rising up high, the tips almost pointed as they stretched to the sky.  And the outlaw failed to miss them also, one hand on his crotch, rubbing his cock so brazenly, his eyes fondling her breasts.
      Zane sat down next to her, his cock hard.  Floyd would get the mother first, but he would have his chance soon.  After Floyd and Elroy had her, it would be his turn.  He looked at the cute, red-haired daughter.  He moved close to her, his face only inches from her.  His hand moved to one of her breasts, his large hand able to encircle the firm flesh, staring into her eyes.  He saw the look in her eyes as his hand gripped her flesh, enjoying the feel of the resilient flesh beneath his powerful hand.  “Nice tits.”
      He was drooling, spit running down the corner of his mouth, his hand hurting her as he touched her so intimately in front of everyone, his hand crushing her tender flesh.  Luckily his attention was turned to Samantha, her predicament not much better then Belle.  She was strung up on the other wagon wheel, Belle able to see how obscene it looked.  Her arms were thrust up high, her breasts almost pointing to the ceiling, one of the outlaws pawing at her after he tied her up.  They were both helpless and scared.
      Floyd pulled Madison up until she was standing in front of the girls, noticing the men already taking advantage of the young girls bound so provocatively.  He dared not stop them, hoping that he would enjoy busting their cherries, but his men could be so unstable and violent if they didn’t get their way, even with him.  He hoped that they would be too engrossed in watching the mother’s demise.  Floyd pulled the gag out of her mouth, he wanted to hear her pleas as he raped her.  He pulled Madison close to him, his cock rubbing up against her pussy, his hand around her waist, sliding down over her firm ass cheeks to pull her close to him.  “You feel that.  You’re going to feel what a real cock feels like.  One hand grabbed her head and held it, his lips pressing harshly against her.  She squirmed but could do little against his power.  His tongue forced its way into her mouth, enjoying her gasp as his tongue reached deep into her hot mouth, dueling with her tongue that tried to get away from his advances.  He pulled back, a line of spit between their lips.  “Don’t fight me bitch, or I’ll slice the tits out of one of your daughters.”  He kissed her again, this time her mouth opening wide as his tongue advanced inside, her tongue meeting his thrusts.  He made her hips move from side to side, his cock jerking against her body at the feel of her flesh.
      His breath was foul, his lips crushing her, taking her breath away.  Then his tongue entered her mouth, pushing in so deep while she tried to avoid it.  His hand was on her ass, holding her tight against him, feeling his cock jerk against her pussy.  God, he was big.  How would she be able to take such a monster inside her?  He pulled back, his mouth in an evil scowl as he threatened her daughters.  The other outlaws were already pawing as her innocent girls, their bound hands leaving them open and defenseless.  He kissed her again, this time Madison having no choice but to respond, kissing him back as if he were her lover.  His tongue searched out every nook and cranny in her mouth, but was what so discerning was the hard cock that jerked against her pussy as his hands guiding her back and forth, rubbing so sensuously against her.  Finally he pulled away, but it only got worse.  He still held her tight with one hand, clenched lower down on one ass cheek, keeping her rubbing against his cock.  His other hand slid up her side until she felt the rough touch of his hand on her breast, looking down to see the calloused hand cupping her breast, offering it up.  He squeezed tight, Madison feeling her flesh compressed beneath his powerful grip.  He released, only to tighten again.  Madison hated the way her body responded, feeling her nipple begin to harden beneath the fondling hand.
      Floyd loved the feel of her tit, a long time since he had been with a woman.  Her hips were almost moving by themselves, side to side against his jerking cock, his hand only needed to remind her to continue.  He pulled his hand away, not failing to notice a long nipple pushing out the front of her dress, her body already succumbing to his advances.  He pinched it with two fingers, gripping it tight, watching her face until she clenched her lips in pain, but besides a painful groan, she did little to stop him.  He twisted the flesh, feeling it compressed beneath his fingers.  He released it, the nipple not only hard, but longer, almost begging for more harsh attention.  But first he wanted to uncover those beauties.
      It hurt when he pinched her nipple, his fingers relentless as they twisted and turned the tender flesh, the pain rushing through her breast.  He finally stopped, Madison turning red in shame as his fingers pulled open the buttons that ran down the front of the dress.  When a button stuck, he yanked it until it went flying, his lust having no bounds. He stopped when he got to her waist, pushing the dress to the side until her simple chemise was her only protection, more of her bosom exposed to his lustful eyes.  His hands climbed all over her breasts, the thin chemise her only protection.  He was squeezing them tight, his cock rubbing against her continually.  He looked at her daughters, both of them forced to watch her demise, but at least the other men were also watching, leaving the girls alone.  For now.
      He could feel her naked tits beneath the thin undergarment, her nipples hard as rocks.  His hand grabbed the top of the fragile material and yanked it down until he was rewarded with the sound of ripping, yanking it to the side, the material hanging in rags to the side.  His eyes feasted on her heaving, naked breasts, her large nipples protruding out as if beckoning for his touch, surrounded by large, brown areolas, set against her alabaster skin.  His hand quickly covered the naked flesh, feeling her nipples press against the palm of his hand as he clenched the firm flesh tightly.  She might have two grown girls but she still had the body of a younger woman.
      Before she knew it, her chemise was torn, her arms tied behind her, her fists clenched in protest as she felt the cool air of the night blowing on her naked breasts, her chemise torn ruthlessly from her body.  His hands returned to her breasts, his calloused palms and fingers rubbing harshly over her sensitive skin, especially her nipples.  He was kneading her breasts as though they were bread dough.
      He yanked her dress down her bound arms until it hung at her waist and wrists.  He yanked her chemise one more time until it fell to the ground, a pile of rags.  Her breasts were still firm in spite of her age and her nipples responded to his touch even as she silently protested his stripping her naked to the waist.  The light of the fire danced over her breasts as she breathed heavily.  His cock still rubbed back and forth over her pussy, so hard, needing relief soon.  He nodded to Elroy, moving behind Madison and untying her hands.  He grabbed a blanket and threw it to the ground in front of the wagon, making sure that the fire lit up the area.
      She was naked to the waist, the first time in decades that anyone except her husband had seen her naked.  She knew she was in further trouble when the other outlaw was behind her, feeling some relief when her hands were untied, the blood rushing to her fingertips.  He pushed up against her, Madison feeling another hard cock pushed against her, this time against her ass.
      “I’m Elroy, I gonna get some of your sweet pussy as soon as my brother Floyd is finished with you.  Now you just lay back down here and get real comfortable to fuck.”  His hands lowered her down until she was lying down on the blanket.  Elroy knelt down near her head, his eyes feasting on her naked breasts.
      Her body was shoved to the ground, finding a blanket beneath her.  Elroy pulled her until she was lying down, grabbing her wrists and pulling them over her head.  She gave Samantha and Belle one last look, turning quickly towards her feet as she felt Floyd’s hands on her legs.  His hands grabbed her ankles, pulling them straight out.  Then he did it, spreading her legs, his hands on her ankles so tight, Madison struggling but Floyd overpowering her easily.  She felt her legs spread wide, Floyd smiling cruelly as he gazed at her.
      “You hold real still,” Floyd gazing up between her spread legs.  Her dress still protected her from the waist down, but it wouldn’t last long.  He opened his pants, pulling out his hard cock, pushing his pants to the side.  He saw her eyes open wide in panic, Floyd proud of how big his cock was.  Women either loved it or hated it, depending on whether they were submitting to him or being raped by him.  He stroked it until the head glistened with cum, aiming it at Madison.
      Belle had never seen anything that big before.  He was openly stroking his cock and she couldn’t believe that it was growing longer, the head leaking until it glistened in the camp fire.  The Doctor’s cock in her ass barely hurt, but she knew it was small compared to this.  She only hoped that they would be rescued quickly.
      Samantha’s eyes stared at his cock, as if she was mesmerized by it, her eyes following his hand as he stroked it up and down.  Her fingers curled up, as if she were stroking it as she did to Jesse, feeling the wetness between her legs in spite of her dire predicament.  She was ashamed, her mother about to get raped and she was growing aroused.  What had she become?  Did Jesse do this to her, or was she always this way, Jesse only awakening these deep, dark desires?
      Floyd’s hands slid up her legs, feeling her body trembling as he pushed the dress up higher on her legs, leaving her legs naked except for her heavy boots.  He had it up to her knees, his hands pressing onward, up her silky thighs, his fingers gripping her flesh tighter, enjoying her gasps of pain.  He pushed out on her thighs, naked thighs, bowing them out wider, positioning her body to be raped.  Her thighs were so white and smooth, even to his calloused fingers.  Unable to contain his lust any longer, he slid the dress up to her waist, leaving her white underwear her last remaining protection.  And that wouldn’t last long.
      His hands never left her legs, running up from her ankle, Madison unable to close her legs as he pushed out on them as they moved higher.  He got to her knees, Madison shivering in fear when his hands slid onto her silky thighs, pushing harder until she was forced to bow her legs out obscenely, wider and wider as his hands moved up.  The cool air rushed over her upper thighs as her dressed was pushed up to her waist.  She struggled but Elroy only held her wrists tighter, pinning them hard to the ground.  She saw her dress torn to shreds as Floyd yanked it hard until the fragile fabric tore into strips.  It was tossed casually to the side, joining her other tattered garments.  Her legs were spread too wide, her crotch aching, but powerful hands held her almost naked body pinned to the ground.
      Floyd could smell her pussy, a long time since he had anything this nice.  His hand pressed between her legs, gripping her, as his knees kept her legs spread wide.  He felt her hot flesh, one finger feeling her pussy lips, pressing harder until her pussy relented and accept the harsh presence of his finger between the soft folds of her pussy.  His other fingers curled beneath her to touch the soft ass cheeks, his fingers tightening, pressing against her soft flesh.
      He was gripping her tight, between the legs, Madison struggling as he kept her legs spread wide, unable to defend herself.  One finger pressed deeper, pushing her panties into the folds of her pussy, deeper into her inner lips.  She shivered in fear, strange fingers touching her so intimately.  He was pressing his finger up and down, rubbing her inside her inner lips and she could do nothing to stop him.
      Floyd pulled his fingers from her, her underwear still pressed between her lips, outlining her lush pussy lips.  His hand moved slowly down to her underwear, her stomach sucking in as his finger touched her, slipping in the waistband.  He yanked them, watching them stretch until the cloth tore in his hand, tossing it aside as he eyes gazed lustily at her burning red, thick bush, her wide spread legs leaving little to the imagination as they forced her lips to part.  He could see her pink pussy.  He stroked his cock, needing to bury it into her sweet, hot pussy.  But first he wanted to humiliate her, forcing her to get wet in front of her daughters, wet for her own rape.
      His hand left, but her panties were torn from her body until she lay there naked, her legs spread, her arms held tight.  Floyd was stroking his massive cock with one hand, his eyes glued to her naked crotch.  He knelt back, his hands gripping her ankles again, this time bringing her legs up and back, spreading her open wider, his eyes staring lustily at her pussy as he pushed her legs up until they were pressed against her breasts.  He had bent her body almost in half, her crotch wide open, her pussy lips pulled back so far that she could feel the night air almost blowing inside her.  Even her cheeks could not conceal her tiny anus, feeling her little hole stretched open wide.  She had never been so open and exposed to a man.  Especially to a strange man.
      Floyd smiled down at her, her pussy open for him.  His head lowered, blowing on the insides of her thighs as he drew nearer to her pussy.  He inhaled the sweet smell of fresh pussy, glad that she had bathed in the river today.  He licked up one side of her thigh, holding her leg tight as she struggled to get away.  His fingers dug painfully into her flesh until she surrendered, his tongue slowly running up the inside of her thigh until he found her treasures.  He bit down on a few errant red hairs, pulling his head back until they plucked out, rewarded with an unladylike gasp.  He could almost taste her pussy.  He gripped her legs tighter as his tongue lapped at the soft insides of her pussy lips, the wide spread of her legs leaving her open and vulnerable to his tongue.  She struggled again, this time harder as he tasted the sweet nectar of her pussy, his tongue exploring her inner pussy lips, following her body as he hips tried to move away from his tongue.
      She shivered in fear when she felt his hot breath on her inner thigh.  She knew what he was going to do, Albert doing it once until she stopped him, Albert never trying it again.  He was going to taste her, but this time she could do nothing to stop him.  She could feel his tongue sliding up her thigh, the wet skin cooling from the night air as his tongue moved higher and higher.  “EEEHH,” she gasped, the sharp pain as he plucked a few of her hairs from her bush.  His fingers dug painfully into her legs, sure that she would be bruised, but that was the least of her problems.  He pushed her legs back farther, rolling her ass back up.  She braced herself, but nothing could have prepared her for it.  “NNNOOOO!”  His tongue touched her, not on her outer lips, but deep inside, the tongue feeling so rough on her sensitive inner lips.  And the humiliation as she looked down between her parted legs, the head of the outlaw between them, his beard scraping painfully over her inner thighs as he tongue began to move up and down her slit.  Her body was tense, her muscles tightened into a ball as she tried to will her body not to respond to his tongue racing up and down her slit.  She bit her lip, tasting blood.  He was lapping her intimately and to make it worse her daughters were forced to watch.  She struggled not to grow aroused, but the tongue was doing strange things to her.
      His fingers spread her lips wider, her juices beginning to flow in spite of her protests, his tongue delighting in the tangy taste of her pussy.  It had been a long time since he ate a juicy pussy.  His tongue moved from the bottom of her slit, slowly moving up her slit, stopping at the dark, mysterious hole that beckoned him.  He made his tongue rigid, curling it up on the sides as he pressed to enter her, feeling her muscles fighting to keep him out.  His slick tongue won out, slowly moving inside her as she struggled to fight him off.  She was so tight, even for his slim tongue.  His cock would open her up.  He fucked her with his tongue, pushing it in and out like it was his cock.
      His fingers were all over her pussy, pinching her soft lips and yanking them back hard until they ached from being spread so wide.  All the while his tongue continued to lick her so intimately, now pushing inside her, her body shivering in fear as she struggled to keep from growing aroused by the tongue that acted like a cock, pushing in and out of her tight hole.  She tried as hard as she could, but she couldn’t fight the pleasurable feelings that his tongue instilled in her body, in spite of his beard scratching her skin painfully, in spite of the shame to have him do this to her in front of her daughters.  She could feel her juices begin to flow and once they started, she couldn’t stop them from increasing.  She felt some relief when he took his tongue from inside her, but it only got worse, his tongue moving back and forth between her slit until he moved high up, lapping at her sensitive clit.  “MMMMM,” biting her lip as she tried to mask her moan of pleasure as his rough tongue flicked back and forth over her clit.  No one had ever done this to her, not even Albert.  She had to catch herself, finding her hips beginning to move as if she were fucking back onto the tongue.
      He sucked her large clit into his mouth, a soft moan from her lips and the juices coating his lips failing to mask her arousal.  His tongue lapped at the swollen tip as his lips gripped it tightly.  One hand slid down low, two fingers entering her quickly and deliberately, spreading her wet pussy.  Her hips shot up from the unexpected touch.  He twisted and turned them into her hot, tight pussy, readying her for his cock.
      “EEEEWWW,” Madison suddenly finding her pussy filled with two fat fingers, his knuckles twisting and turning inside her.  She knew it wouldn’t be long, the outlaw opening her up for his cock.  As quickly as he entered her, he deserted her, Madison looking at him as he pulled his head from her pussy, his face wet with her juices.
      “Nice wet, hot pussy.  She crčmes real good for me.”  Floyd stroked his cock as he readied to fuck her.  He licked his lips.  “Good tasting too.  Hope the others are virgins.  Nothing like eating virgin pussy.”  His laugh bellowed in the silent night air.  He released her legs, his hips keeping her legs spread open.  He began to lower himself down on her naked body, his hand holding his erect cock out to enter her.
      She had never been so humiliated in her life.  Samantha and Belle could see her juices on the outlaw’s face, unmistakable evidence that she had grown aroused by his mouth and tongue.  And now he was going to fuck her, Madison cringing in the thought that he might make her cum.  He spread his body over her, his rough, dirty clothes scratching her naked body, a belt buckle digging into her flesh.  She felt him fumbling between them, then the touch of a hard cock rubbing up and down her slit, the thick head pushing aside her lips to gather up her juices.  She tried to push away from him, but he was relentless, his hips driving down until he found her wet slit.
      His cock jerked and shuttered as he got it wet with her juices.  No matter how she tried to get away, he was always close by, the head of his cock enjoying the soft folds of her pussy.  He grinned evilly down at her as he pressed the head of his cock inside her, slowly sliding his hips forward until he felt the resistance.  He waited for a moment.  Not to let her grow accustom to the thick head, but to make her feel the terror, only seconds away from being raped.  He could wait no longer, slowly sliding his cock into her, her wet passage aiding him.  God was she tight, her muscles compressing the head of his cock.  It felt like he was in a tight vise.  He could only imagine what it would feel like when he busted the cherry on her daughters
      It felt like a blunt log shoving inside her, Madison never feeling something that big inside her.  Albert wasn’t small, but this outlaw was big.  That and she was being raped.  She could feel him pushing in, his heavy body pinning her to the ground, her arms still held tight by the other outlaw.  She couldn’t stop him as he began to push in, then slowly drag the monster out, pausing for only a second before he entered her again.  “EEEWWW,” she groaned in pain as the fat cock stretched her.  Each time, he plunged deeper inside her, stretching her as the thick head shoved aside all resistance, Madison feel every bump and ridge on the thick shaft that followed the large head.  His hips began to move faster, in and out, rubbing hard against her muscles as he began to fuck her.  He grunted on top of her, her skin rubbed raw by his scratchy clothes.  “NOOOO,” she cried out in pain.  She struggled by the other outlaw held her arms tight.  Her head turned from side to side as the cock hurt as it fucked her.  Her crotch ached, but nothing was compared to the way her pussy felt, stretched around the pulsating cock that continued to bury deeper into her body.  She was afraid that he would go too deep, his cock much longer then her pussy.  She stopped struggling, resigned to be raped.
      Floyd grabbed her tits, squeezing them with his hands as he began to fuck her.  It felt so good, her hot, tight pussy gripping his cock so hard, Floyd grunting as he began to pick up speed fucking her.  He had half of his cock inside her, sliding in and out, her pussy forced to juice up or he would rub her raw.  He looked into her eyes, seeing her surrender as he continued to ravish her body.  As tight as she was, she wasn’t doing much to aid him, Floyd wanting her to fuck back.  “Start fucking me.”
      Samantha couldn’t believe her mother was taking the outlaws cock inside her.  It was as big as Jesse’s, Samantha having a hard enough time wrapping her hand around Jesse’s cock, never mind inside her.  Her eyes stared between her mother’s legs, mesmerized as she watched the thick flesh move in and out, slick with her mother’s juices.  She couldn’t even imagine what it must feel like.
      Madison tried to move, but with her body pinned she couldn’t do much, even if she wanted to.  The cock was sawing in and out of her pussy, feeling like a giant log shoved in and out and just as hard.  He pushed hard, banging against her cervix, sure that he would pierce her with the next thrust, her body tightening up only making the next thrust more painful.
      “Make her fuck back Floyd.”  Floyd had pulled back, Elroy eyeing the way her naked tits bounced on her chest with each thrust of Floyds cock inside her.
      Floyd slid his hands underneath Madison, finding her cheeks wet with sweat, his fingers searching out the lovely crack in her ass.  She tried to move away, but she had little room to maneuver, Floyd following her ass until one finger found the humid crack.  He slid his hand up, his fingers feeling the heat of her body as he pressed the tip of his finger on her anus, the tiny hole clenching uncontrollably from his rude intrusion.
      Madison shook her head from side to side as the hand crawled beneath her, Madison afraid of where it was going.  The finger wormed between her cheeks, clenching her muscles on the finger but doing little to stop it from moving up to her anus.  He wouldn’t do such a thing.  Would he?  “NOOOOO!”  The finger pressed against her, pushing hard against her tight hole.  Why would he do such a thing?  Sticking his finger up her backside.  It felt terrible, the finger burning, pushing dryly inside her in spite of her sweating profusely.  It never stopped moving, pushing hard against her muscles as it felt like a tiny animal nibbling at her insides as it crawled inside.  As it went deeper, Madison’s hips rose up, trying to escape the relentless finger as it pushed deeper into her rectum.  But she could do little to stop it from moving deeper inside her, only driving his cock deeper into her pussy.
      He gave her a particularly brutal thrust with his finger, burying half of it in her asshole.  He could feel her muscles fighting every inch of the way, but he was relentless, keeping the pressure on until he beat her muscles into submission, bending his finger as he pressed hard against the muscles in her rectum.  What a hot, tight hole.  Maybe he would enjoy that after the others had a turn with her pussy.  At least it would be a fresh, dry hole to fuck.  Her pussy would soon be drenched in cum.  He pushed deeper with his finger, twisting and turning it until he felt her response.  She arched up, screaming in pain, but she responded as he wanted, her hips rising up to meet his thrusts, driving his cock hard into her pussy.  And as her asshole tightened on his finger, trying to drive it out, it made her pussy tighter until it felt like it was going to skin Floyd’s cock each time he drove into her.
      Samantha couldn’t believe it, her mother looked like she was fucking back.  Her ass rose up each time the thick cock drove into her, meeting the powerful thrusts.  She had a look of anguish on her face, but continued to fuck back.
      Floyd looked at the girls, puzzled looks on their faces.  “Your mother is so hot and tight.  And she fucks back real good.  She just needed a bit of help.  I have my finger up her asshole.  You’ll learn the same lesson, having your asshole fingered will make your pussy dance on a cock.  And if one doesn’t work, two will really stretch you.”  He laughed as he saw the look of disgust on their faces.  He looked back at Madison, seeing the hatred in her eyes as she stared back at him, groaning with each thrust, but her pussy worked up and down his shaft, her hips never stopping, his finger never relaxing in her asshole.
      “That’s the way Floyd.  Make her fuck you good.”  Elroy couldn’t wait for his turn.  And his finger would be shoved up her asshole just as Floyd did.  He wanted to feel her pleasuring him as he raped her.  He enjoyed the way her tits danced on her chest as Floyd fucked her.
      The finger felt like a stick shoved up her ass, his fingernails scratching her tender insides, making her jerk and tighten her body, Floyd grunting in pleasure from the unexpected tightening on his shaft.  Madison hated that her pain was giving him so much pleasure.  It only made him take her harsher, his finger feeling like it was in her stomach as it continued to twist and turn inside her.  She didn’t know how much she could take, hoping she would faint, welcoming the quiet of the darkness it would bring.  But she wasn’t that lucky, the outlaw fucking her for another five minutes until she felt it swell up inside her, just as Albert did right before he came.  She waited, the finger shoved harshly inside her until she met his thrust.  Then he stopped, his cock twitching and jerking against her cervix.  She felt the tremors run through the thick shaft inside her and then she felt the rush of hot cum bath her insides with his foul seed.  He pulled out, dragging his cock out slowly, then thrusting back in, his cock spewing another load of cum as he shoved inside.
      Floyd wouldn’t last long inside her, it had been too long without a woman.  But there would be more, two lovely daughters to defile before they were finished with them.  He still hadn’t decided whether to leave them dead or alive.  He began to pump her faster, the slap of skin hitting skin the only sound in the silent night air.  She was whimpering now, Floyd drawing one her legs up and back, opening her up to more powerful thrusts.  Her insides were dragging the cum from his balls, each time he thrust his finger into her asshole, her pussy would grip his cock so lovingly.  He gave one powerful thrust, a scream from her lips as his cock banged hard against her cervix.  He held it deep inside her until he felt the pleasurable tingle as the cum shot from his balls and into her pussy, bathing her with his hot juices.  He gave her one harsh jab with his finger into her asshole until her muscles tightened so lovingly on his cock, rewarding her with a second load of cum as he pulled his cock out and thrust it back in, spewing his cum as his cock bore back into the depths of her pussy.
      Belle knew exactly what her mother was feeling as the outlaw came into her, seeing the look on his face, the same look the Doctor had went he spewed his hot cum into Belle’s asshole.  But her mother had to contend with a cock that was massive compared to the small prick of the Doctor.  Belle was lucky for that, sure that she would never have survived if she had to take a cock like the outlaws in her asshole.  Her mother was having enough trouble accommodating his fat finger.  The outlaw finally collapsed on top of her mother, breathing heavy from cumming.
      He finally got off of her, Madison able to breathe again.  His cock pulled out, just a fraction of its former self.  She felt the cum rush out of her pussy as he pulled out, getting up, Madison finally able to close her legs, her crotch ablaze in pain.  The one outlaw came around to her head, Madison feeling the hands release her temporarily, the outlaw that fucked her taking his place.
      Elroy stood towering over her, opening up his pants and pulling his prick out to show her.  “I’m Elroy.”  He stroked his cock, it growing thicker and longer as he imagined how it would feel inside her.  She would be wet, but he cared little.  He just wanted a hot, tight hole for his cock.  “Now you fuck back real good or I’ll fuck your daughters instead.”  He nudged her legs until she spread her legs again.  “Real wide now.”  He pushed on the inside of her thighs until she bowed her legs just as Floyd had made her.  Elroy kneeled between her legs, his hand never stopping from stroking his cock.
      Floyd released her hands.  “Don’t move,” he warned Madison.  He reached down to grab her legs, drawing them high up until they were over her head.  Her pussy was spread out, the flesh red from his brutal fucking, still wet with his cum.  “Now fuck her.  Fuck her hard.”
      Her crotch ached again, her legs drawn up so high, the outlaw’s hands digging into her ankles until it felt like rope around them.  Her body was bent in two, her defenseless sex waiting for the rape of the Floyd’s cock.  He didn’t waste any time, the head of his cock drawing up and down her slit until he got it wet.  At least it wouldn’t be so painful, her pussy wet with cum from the last rape.  “AAAAGGG,” Madison screamed out in unexpected pain.  He didn’t go slowly, instead shoving half of the rigid prick inside her with one powerful thrust that shoved the air from her lungs.  It felt like she was a virgin, the cock tearing into her so painfully.
      He snarled as he fucked her, enjoying her screams of pain.  Her insides felt so good gripping his cock.  In spite of being wet, she was so tight, clinging to his shaft, the head of his cock crushed by her tight pussy.  He pulled out slowly, her flesh dragging on his cock.  He stopped when only his thick head was gripped by her pussy.  He looked down at her, seeing the fear in her eyes as she waited for the next painful thrust.  He smiled as his hip shot forward, his cock slicing through her like a knife through butter.  He thrust over half of his cock inside her, a scream tore from her lips again.
      Even though she was already raped once, the next cock felt just as painful.  It felt like it was harder, like iron, pushing inside her relentlessly.  His hands were just as bad as his cock, his fingers twisting and pinching her nipples until the tips were sore and abused, pain shooting through her breasts.  All the while his cock continued to fuck her, in and out, each time going deeper.  She grunted with each thrust, screaming out in pain when his cock banged in at the wrong angle, pushing aside her tight hole in the wrong direction.  But his cock never stopped.
      Elroy enjoyed the hot, tight pussy gripping his cock, but he wanted her to fuck back like she did with Floyd.  His fingers curled under her ass cheeks, pulling her up to meet his thrusts.  He saw the look in her eyes, her hips starting to move on their own, surrendering in hopes of not having her asshole pierced by his finger.  He licked one finger in front of her, returning underneath her.
      “No, please, I’ll fuck you back.”  Madison begged him, but he only taunted her, wetting his finger, feeling the wet finger sliding between her widely spread cheeks, unable to even clench her anus closed, her body open and spread.  “OOOOWWW,” Elroy thrusting his finger in her anus just as he did with his cock.  He shoved half of it inside her, burning as the fat finger breached her tight hole in a single thrust.  He twisted and turned it, Madison feeling the knuckles rubbing harshly against her anal passage as it bore into her rectum.  Her muscles rippled uncontrollably, Madison fighting the urge, the feeling so strange.  He had won, her hips moving up and down, fucking against the cock that now hit deep inside her, his finger making her move as if she were a puppet, his finger the strings that made her move.
      “Now that’s good.”  Floyd put all of his muscles behind each thrust inside her, his cock almost hurting when he banged against her cervix, but he knew it was more painful for her, a cry each time he bottomed out inside her.  Her asshole was uncontrollably contracting around his finger, only inciting him to drive it deeper into her body until her hips continued to move, her pussy massaging his cock as if she were enjoying the rape.
      The second rape was worse then the first, the cock more painful, Floyd crueler, his finger feeling like it was tearing up her insides.  She prayed that he would cum soon and end this brutal rape.  But he fucked her for five more minutes, grunting on top of her, his cock plunging in and out without restraint.  Her insides felt like they were bruised forever.  The last thrust was the worse.  “OOOOWW.”  It felt like he used an axe inside her.  He had buried his cock so deep inside her she was sure that it would come out her mouth.  It swelled and then spewed its foul seed inside her, his hips beginning to fuck her again as he unloaded a second and third load of cum in her.
      He held her tight as he came inside her, his body trembling in sexual pleasure as his cum shot from his balls and out his cock.  He began to fuck her again, in and out in short, bursts that sent a second load of cum inside her.  Finally he mustered one last load, draining his balls of his lust.  He pulled his cock out slowly, a load of cum flowing down her thighs.
      Madison was relived it was over, but then the other outlaw came back.  He had their money in his hand.  He had found the hidden box in the wagon.
      “Look at this.  Must be almost a thousand dollars here.”  Jed was proud of himself.  He looked down at Madison.  “I’m going to get me some of that.”  Elroy was getting up, Jed wanting to fuck her next.
      Zane moved over to where Floyd and Elroy were.  He still had the large knife in his hand.  “I’m next.”  He snarled at Jed, fingering the knife.
      “Yeah, that’s okay Zane.  You have her, I’ll take her next.”  Jed at least knew that Travis would be last, the newest and youngest member of the gang.
      Madison looked at him.  He had an evil look on his face, worse then the two that had raped her.  And he was ugly, his face covered with scars from the pox, a big gap between his front teeth.  The other two let her go, but she didn’t move, afraid to.  She tried to close her legs, but the one they called Zane grunted at her, Madison stopping instantly, the large knife in his hand scaring her.  He had already cut Belle with it, just a prick drawing blood.  She knew he wouldn’t hesitate using it on her.
      Belle was glad he left her, scared of his knife, but she feared for her mother as he prepared to rape her.  Her breasts ached from the hands that abused them as she was forced to watch the two rapes of her mother.
      “Get on your hands and knees.  I’ll fuck you like a dog!”  The spit drooled down his chin as he excitedly watched her flip over.  He reached down, slapping her ass when she didn’t move fast enough.  He wanted her pussy.  Now.  He knelt down next to her, the knife still in his hand.  He gripped her around the waist, yanking her up until she was on her knees.  “Put that head down like a wounded puppy.”  He pushed down on her back until it slanted down, her head resting on the hard ground.  He grabbed her by the hair, twisting her head sideways until she was looking back almost over her shoulder.  “Yeah, I want to see your face as I fuck you.”
      Even after being raped twice, she felt the humiliation as he readied to take her like an animal.  He had positioned her body, forced to look back at him.  Waiting for the first thrust inside her.  He slapped her ass again, both of her cheeks now stinging, the skin feeling hot from the sharp slap.  She felt his hands on her thighs, digging into her flesh until she spread her legs wider, the cold air of the night blowing against her wet pussy and anus.
      “This is how you should be fucked, girls,” Zane looking at the two girls.  “Fucked from behind like a dog.”  He slapped Madison again, her body jerking from the powerful blow.  He saw the tears in her eyes, making his cock only harder.  He opened his pants, fishing out his cock, the tight pants cramping it, finally able to grip it and draw it out.  It popped out, growing longer as it no longer was constrained by the pants.  His hand stroked it, up and down the long shaft.  He had the longest cock, numerous victims of past rapes could testify to that fact.  He crouched down behind her until his cock was lined up with her pussy.  “You don’t close your eyes.  I want you to see everything,” he warned Madison.  He pushed the head of his cock against her wet hole.  He grabbed her hips, readying himself, slowly entering her, enjoying the way her pussy slid over the thick head of his cock, compressing it like a thick blanket.  He heard her groan as he spread her open.  His fingers tightened and then he thrust, pulling her back onto his cock like a shoe.  Her pussy slipped onto his cock like a warm blanket, smothering the shaft in her tight passage.  He didn’t even hear her scream as he tore into her, too enthralled with watching the way her pussy slipped over his shaft as he thrust in.
      His fingers bruised her flesh as he gripped her hips, Madison’s body taut as she waited the latest rape.  He thrust in, forcing a scream from her lips as the long cock buried inside her.  In spite of the previous two rapes, she was unprepared for the brutality of this one.  She tried to get away from the raping cock but his powerful hands held her body submissively, her pussy raped by the cock.  It felt like an iron bar was being shoved inside her.  It tore its way inside, pushing aside her clenching muscles.  He paused for only a second before drawing out, Madison holding her breath as he thrust back in again.  In spite of knowing what would happen, she still screamed, the second thrust as painful as the first.  Half of his cock was buried inside her, but it was already banging against her bruised cervix.  She was sure she would be ruined for life.  She only hoped they would be rescued before they raped her daughters, not sure they would survive the brutal rapes.
      Zane bent over her, grabbing her by her hair, pulling her back onto his raping cock.  She grunted in pain as her head was pulled back, the hair tearing in his hand.  He began to hammer into her with his cock, treating her like a horse, yanking on her hair until she met his thrusts inside her.  He began to fuck her hard, her hanging tits bouncing around, her neck bent painfully back as he pummeled her pussy with his cock.
      Samantha couldn’t believe the way he was fucking her mother.  He was taking her like she was the animal, not him.  And his cock was pounding her, seeing the pain look on her mother’s face each time he buried his cock into her.  And he had only part of his cock in her, the rest sticking out from between her mother’s legs obscenely.  His hips shot forward, slamming into her mother’s naked ass cheeks with a loud thud.  Samantha didn’t know how long her mother could take such a pounding.
      Zane fucked her hard, never stopping as he hammered his cock in her pussy from behind.  He gazed lustily at her abused asshole, Elroy and Floyd had fingered it until it turned red and swollen.  Maybe he would take her in the ass.  Her asshole would have to take the full length of his cock, though he was sure it would be painful for her.  That is what excited him even more.  He slapped her ass cheek, watching the red skin jiggle as she screamed out in pain.  And her pussy gripped his cock.  Another slap, his cock receiving another clenching of her muscles.  He continued to slap her ass cheek, rewarded by her body clenching from the pain.
      Her ass cheeks stung badly.  Not since she was a child had she been spanked, and never this harshly.  And it made his cock hurt even more, the raping cock plunging in and out of her without restraint.  She was ashamed to be taken like this, even worse then the previous rapes.  And she still had two more to go.  Then what would happen?  Her pussy felt like it was on fire, finally the outlaw cumming in her, making it less painful, but more humiliating as he bellowed loudly his conquest.  She felt her insides bathed for the third time with hot cum.  It seemed like forever before he stopped cumming in her, his cock fucking her making loud noises as he plunged in her wet, cum filled pussy.  He gave her one last slap on her ass, Madison no longer feeling it, her body slumping to the ground, exhausted by the three rapes.
      “Nice piece of ass,” slapping her ass as he came in her.  He filled her with his abundant cum, finally allowed to drain his balls after a long absence.  There would be many more times he would cum before the night was over.  He pulled out, her body slumping down, her white ass cheeks, now a bright red.  You could almost see his handprints on her flesh.
      Jed left Samantha, already opening his pants, his cock out as he walked over the prone, naked body.  He kicked her legs open with his boots, watching her cheeks spread open as well as her pussy.  She didn’t even lift up her head as he settled down on her body, his heavy weight pressing hard on her little body.  He fumbled between them, fisting his cock and pressing it between her legs until he found her pussy.  He settled down on her back, pressing his cock into her.  She groaned as his cock spread her open, sliding in the slick hole with ease.  That was the only trouble with being fourth.  The hole was well used by time he got to it.  But she would still remember him.  He didn’t have the thickest cock or the longest.  He just had a bend in his.  About half the way down.  He was born that way and the harder he got, the more the bend became pronounced.  He was told by women that he fucked it felt like his cock was twice as big.  And he heard the screams of the ones he raped.
      Madison could barely breathe, the outlaw crushing the air from her lungs as he stretched out on top of her.  She felt another cock enter her from behind.  At least she wasn’t in that humiliating position on her knees.  The cock began to burrow into her like a snake.  His hips would jerk and toss, each time the cock pushing deeper into her.  It felt different then the others.  The deeper it went, the bigger he felt.  She felt her insides pushed aside ruthlessly by the cock.  He was humping up and down on her, the cock reaching deeper into her, stretching her in ways she wasn’t meant to be stretched.  She tried to get away, but his muscular body pinned her to the ground, forced to take the cock inside her.
      His hands slid up her side until he could push them underneath her, grasping her breasts with his big hands, feeling the nipples spring to life as his calloused flesh rubbed them harshly.  He squeezed them hard as he humped her from behind, his ass rising up and down as he began to fuck her.  His cock rammed in and out, the bend in his cock tearing her hole open wide.  She was grunting beneath him, her body crushed by his, barely able to do more then whimper in pain.  He cared little for her pain, only his pleasure.  If it weren’t for her pussy, she would serve no useful purpose on this land.  And that’s all he cared about.  He pounded her pussy for ten minutes, able to control his orgasm from years of experience. He liked to subject his victims to being raped as long as he could, struggling to fight the urges to cum so he could rape them longer and more painfully.
      It felt like he was driving his cock through her into the ground.  He pounded into her pussy, battering her already abused hole with his strange cock, Madison growing dizzy from lack of air as the outlaw crushed her lungs.  She was relieved when he came in her, his powerful jets of cum flooding her with more of the hot cum.  Even after he came he pounded her for long minutes, somehow his cock still managing to stay hard enough inside her.  He finally pulled off of her, Madison flipping over, sucking in the precious air she was deprived of.  The last of the outlaws stood over her.  He was young, not much older then her daughters, but Madison knew that would make no difference.  He would rape her just as the others did.
      Travis sat down next to her.  He would rather have the daughters, but he had to wait his turn out of respect for the others.  He took out his cock and pushed his pants to the side.  He laid back, his hand holding his cock up into the air. “Get your ass over here and sit on my cock.  You can show your lovely daughters how good of a fuck you are.”
      She could barely move, her body battered and abused after four rapes.  And now this one wanted her on top.  She had never done that before, but at least she could control the depth and thrust of his cock.  Her muscles ached as she got up, straddling his hips.  She was no longer ashamed of being naked, the rapes taking their toll on her modesty.  She lowered her body onto his cock, groaning softly as he held his cock up into the air her pussy slowly engulfing the head of his cock inside her.  She moved her hips from side to side, all the while as she lowered herself onto the rigid cock.  It slid easily inside her, finally stopping her ascent when she felt the head of his cock against her cervix.  His hands moved to her hips.
      “Now fuck me real nice.”  His hand began to guide her, back and forth, up and down, making her dance on his cock.  In spite of the other rapes and her wet pussy, it was still immensely enjoyable. His fondling of her daughter had incited his lust, and now her mother would satisfy that lust.
      She was sitting on him, her breasts moving up and down on her chest as she fucked him.  It felt different to be on top, almost pleasurable.  And her pussy tingled by the way his cock rubbed inside her.  Her hips began to move more urgently.  She closed her eyes, trying to immerse herself away from the rape.
      Travis’s hand moved to her pussy, finding her clit, pinching it at the base until the red button popped out.  He rubbed it, her hips moving quicker now, her pussy gripping his cock lovingly.  He thought he heard a soft moan of pleasure.  Her eyes were closed and she almost had a look of bliss on her face.  Her hips were moving in a wide circle, up and down on his cock.
      He was touching her pleasure button, something that only Albert had done.  She was like putty in his hand when he manipulated it, his rough fingers feeling good on the sensitive organ.  She let her raped body go, succumbing to the pleasure that rippled through her body as she fucked the hard cock with a renewed vigor.
      Floyd and Elroy missed Madison’s final degradation.  They went over to Samantha, untying her hands from the wagon wheel, but tying them behind her back as they led her off to the other side of the wagon.  Samantha made no sound of protest, knowing it would do no good.  Her mother didn’t even notice her absence, only Belle did, scared that she would be next.
      He let her fuck him for over ten minutes, his fingers rubbing her clit.  Just when she was ready to cum, he seemed to know, stopping just long enough to stem her orgasm, beginning again, each time Madison growing more aroused.  The cock inside her actually felt good.  In spite of being raped four times and now forced to fuck the young outlaw, Madison screamed out in pleasure, cumming all over the cock that split her open.  Her breasts rose up and down, her nipples hard and swollen, her pussy gripping the cock inside her until he came with her.
      This was the first time that Travis had ever made a woman cum and it triggered an explosive orgasm as he watched her body in the throes of pleasure.  He filled her with his cum, bathing her insides with his youthful sperm, all the while she came, his finger never letting up from rubbing her clit until she slumped exhausted on his chest.  He rolled her off, Madison not even noticing that Samantha was gone, too immersed in her own pleasure.  Travis heard the noise on the other side of the wagon, knowing what Samantha was doing  He turned over Madison, tying her hands behind her, tying them to her legs until she was hogtied like a calf.  She wasn’t going anywhere.  Belle was still tied to the wagon wheel, but all the others were on the other side of the wagon, enjoying Samantha.

Chapter 5
Samantha’s Turn
      
      
      Samantha thought she could be brave, but the minute they released her from the wagon wheel and retied her hands behind her back she knew she was in trouble.  Serious trouble.  Four of them ushered her around to the other side of the wagon, one of them still having his cock out, Samantha surprised that it was still hard.  The last outlaw was fucking her mother, the young one, Travis.  He had forced her to sit on his cock, Samantha not even able to imagine taking such a monster inside her willingly.  And then the final degradation of making believe you was enjoying it by fucking it willingly.  Her body trembled as they watched her as she walked, her arms behind her back forcing her breasts out so provocatively.  She was sure they intended to rape her next.
      Floyd stopped Samantha once they were on the other side of the wagon.  His hands on her shoulders pressed down.  “On your knees.”  His cock throbbed at the sight of her lush lips and what they would do to his cock.  Floyd’s hand reached under her chin, holding her head up until she came face to face with the bulge in his pants.  “You ever suck a cock before?”  He could see it in her eyes, but he wanted her to admit it.
      It became more terrifying with the words out of his mouth.  She was on her knees, four of them standing around her; Samantha forced to look at the bulge in the leaders pants.  Suck a cock?  She never thought of doing such a thing before.  Especially to a stranger.  Now the realization of what they were going to do to her set in.  They were going to put their filthy cocks in her mouth.  Cocks that were already covered with cum.  “Never.  And I wouldn’t do it!”  Her bravery was short lived when her head was rocked by the blow that she didn’t even see coming.  Her cheek was slapped with a powerful blow by the leader, Samantha tasting blood in her mouth.  She struggled to stay upright, finally one of the outlaw’s grabbing her to keep from falling on the ground.
      “You’ll do what I tell ya!”  Floyd was a man that was denied nothing.  Especially by a female.  She’d suck his cock and all of the men before she was done.  And do a good job at it.  He reached down to the front of his pants, opening them up and fishing out his cock.  He was growing more erect at the thought of teaching this young girl to suck cock and cumming in her mouth.  The others were watching him.  He lifted up her chin again, seeing the tears running down her cheek, the skin red where he had struck her.  He fisted his cock and aimed it at her face and her tightly clenched lips.
      Samantha saw stars when he struck her, the pain in her jaw still there.  She knew that she would never survive by resisting, but she couldn’t fathom the thought of taking a cock in her mouth.  Especially the cock that was aimed at her mouth, cum still drying on it.  His hand stroked it up and down, Samantha able to see it grow longer and longer.  No way would it fit into her mouth.
      Elroy kneeled down behind her; Floyd would need a little help to get her going.  His hands encircled her head, his fingers at the corners of her tightly clenched mouth.  He stuck them into the corners and began to pry open her lips.  Floyd joined in, his hand clamping down on her nose tightly until she could no longer breathe through it.  It would take only seconds before she submitted, the only way she could get precious air into her lungs would be through her mouth.  And that would require her to open it, Floyd waiting with his cock to enter the reluctant opening.  She struggled for long seconds, but Elroy easily controlled her frantic movements until he felt her submit.  Her lips slowly opened; the quiet of the night broken by her ragged breathing as she tried to suck in the precious air.
      Her nose hurt where he pinched it; her mouth filled with the foul taste of the outlaw’s fingers as they pressed into her mouth.  She fought the urge to open her mouth; but she grew dizzy as her lungs were starved of the precious air she needed.  All she could see was the thick cock that waited for her to surrender and open her mouth.  She knew once he got it in, she would be unable to get it out, resigned to be fucked in the mouth until he came.  She had seen how much cum Jesse had shot out, sure that she would choke to death it the outlaw spewed it into her mouth.  As hands held her head still, the outlaw began to rub his cock on her face.  She was surprised how hot the flesh was, almost feeling like it was burning her skin as began to rub the thick head over her cheek.  She could feel it leaving a trail of hot fluid, mixing with her tears to dry on her soft skin.  Hands gripped her head tighter when she tried to move away as it approached her lips, the head slick with juices, Samantha not wanting the foul fluid on her lips or accidentally in her mouth.
      Floyd grew impatient, her hot breath on his cock inspiring him to greater lust, wanting only to feel the soft lips of this girl around his cock.  He yanked her head up by her nose, Elroy helping by pulling her chin down.  She struggled but was easily overpowered by the two men, her mouth unwillingly opening wider and wider.  Floyd was ready, his cock pushed between her sweet lips as she struggled.
      “MMMMM,” Samantha struggling as she felt the cock on her lips.  “AWWWWW,” her lips forced apart by the thick flesh, entering her mouth.  She could feel it jerking and throbbing between her lips, a real fleshy cock alive in her mouth.  Hands pushed on the back of her head, forcing her on the cock to penetrate deeper into her mouth until she felt it slide over her tongue.  She pulled her tongue to the side as if it was scalded by hot water, but the cock pushed deeper into her mouth.  She tried to open her mouth wider, anything to keep it from her lips, but the cock was a monster, her lips feeling like they were splitting.  The fingers finally released her nose, allowing her to suck in air, her throat stuffed shut with his hard cock.  She felt it moving in and out, just as it did when he fucked her mother, but this time it was her mouth that was being violated.
      Even though she tried to avoid his cock, her tongue would accidentally swish across it with a broad stroke that would make it jerk in excitement or her lips would tighten on it, feeling like a tight pussy gripping it lovingly.  Her eyes were open wide in terror, her lovely face speared by his thick cock.  He began to rock it back and forth in her mouth, fucking her face.  He would be able to last longer this time, her mother quenching his initial lust.  She would be sucking cock for a long time before she was finished.  Then they would start on the red-haired daughter, taking her in the ass.  By time they were finished with the three females, they would be fully degraded.
      “EEEHH, eeehhhh,” Samantha mumbling unintelligently as her mouth was plugged by the thick cock.  He began to gently fuck her mouth, his hips moving in and out, the shaft sliding over her lips.  She shook her head no, but he would have none of it.
      “Suck it; show us how good a cocksucker you can be.”  He was in no hurry, willing to teach her the correct way to suck his cock.  She would have lots of time to practice, the other men already taking out their cocks.  His hand gripped her hair on top, controlling her movements.  He would push with his cock, sending it deeper into her mouth, rewarded with her urgent movements and a grunt as she tried to escape the cock that invaded her mouth.  He then pulled back out until only her lips gripped his cock, her mouth opening wider as she realized that it was his cock that was on her lips.  Another hard shove, burying half of his cock in her mouth, running over her tongue, pushing it to the bottom of her mouth, trapping it beneath his cock.  Her eyes were closed tight as if she could avoid the obscene task she was performing.  In and out he thrust, a sharp gag as his cock penetrated deeper than the last thrust.  He pushed his cock in at an angle until her cheek bulged out, the other men able to see his thick cock in her mouth.
      “EEEGG, EEGGGGGG,” Samantha panicking as she tasted the foul, salty flavor of his cum in her mouth.  He was shoving it in and out, her cheek bulging painfully as he pressed it in at an angle.  She opened her mouth wide as she tried to breathe, only realizing too late that it left her more vulnerable.  “CCCUUFFFGG,” choking as it pushed so deep in her mouth that it banged against her tonsils until she gagged.  Her mouth opened wider as she choked, the cock sliding over her tongue as she struggled.  He pulled his cock out of her mouth, but it sat only inches from her lips.  Her mouth opened wide as she hyperventilated, sucking in precious air before he penetrated her again.  “AHH, AHHH, AHHH,” her lungs filling with air.  “NO!  Please no!  Don’t put it in my mouth again!”  She begged him, but his hands held her head submissively, his other hand guiding his cock over her lips, painting them with the slick fluid that leaked from the tip.  His cock was shiny from her spit.
      He enjoyed the panicked look on her face as he teased her with his cock, rubbing it all over her face.  “Open up again.  Time to suck my cock.”  She fought him, but her lips were already parted, the young girl learning quickly not to defy him.  His cock breached her lips, sliding over the soft, silky lips and into her mouth.  Her tongue wagged over his cock as he pressed it deep into her mouth, holding the back of her head as he penetrated her deep with his cock until he felt her gag.  He held it deep inside her, her head trying to move to the side, his hand too powerful as he shoved his cock into the breach of her throat as she choked.  Her mouth opened wide in reflex, the thick helmet of his cock penetrating the tight throat, feeling her muscles grip it as he pressed in deeper.
      It felt like a snake pushing down into her stomach, the thick flesh filling her throat tube as she choked and gagged from the hot flesh.  She began to cry.  She could not even have fathomed such a gruesome act, her mouth just a big hole for his cock.  Her stomach turned as she gagged.  She would never survive this vicious attack.  He was grunting loudly as he forced his cock into her tight throat.  She opened her mouth wide as he pulled his cock out.  She coughed and sputtered, spitting up the foul tasting fluid that filled her mouth with the thick salty taste.  She shook her head as she begged him.  “No, no, not again.  Let me use my hand on your cock.”  Anything was better than this.  Anything.  She didn’t know if she could stand it going down her throat again.  It still burned where it entered her.  His hand pushed her hair out of her face as if he was a lover, his cock moving closer to her mouth as she begged.
      “Open wide.  In it goes again.”  Floyd loved her begging, only making his cock harder, his determination more.  He saw her lips part in spite of her begging, resigned to her fate as his cock slid over her lips again.  Her head shook back and forth in protest, but his hips drove his cock into her unwilling mouth, the tears in her eyes as his cock penetrated her once virgin mouth.  He pressed hard into her mouth until he felt the pressure of her tight throat.  He stopped for a second, letting the terror in her eyes increase.  He felt the resistance, then was rewarded with a sharp gasp as she choked when the head of his cock breached her tight throat.  It felt like his cock was in a vise as it pressed down into the tight passage, her muscles rippling up and down the head as her throat tried to force his cock out.  He held it in her tightly, Samantha panicking as he choked her.  He slowly pulled it out, Samantha gasping as it left her throat. He pulled it all the way out of her mouth, her spit covering his cock.
      He held it in front of her again, his hand stroking it, Samantha sure that it was getting longer and harder as he did.  He lifted her head up, his cock aimed at her mouth.
      “Be a good girl and suck my cock.”  He pressed the head of his cock at her tightly clenched lips until he felt her relent, slowly slipping in over her wet lips, her mouth opening wide to accept the big helmet of his cock.  She had a look of disgust on her face as she accepted his cock into her mouth.  Her lips slid over the shaft, sliding down as if they were a pussy, clenched tight.  He began to fuck it in and out.
      “MMMM,” she moaned as the thick cock slid into her mouth, Samantha afraid with each stroke that he would shove it down her throat.  He stopped just short of it, dragging it out slowly, only to drive it back in again.  “MMMGGG,” the thick cock moving back in over her tongue, leaving a trail of the thick, salty cum in her mouth.  He was fucking her mouth slowly, but deep, each time pushing to the back of her mouth, each time Samantha panicking that it would breach her throat again.  “MMMM,” a groan with each thrust in, her head held tight as the cock shoved through her split lips.
      He enjoyed her panic, taking long, slow strokes into her mouth, her head turning from side to side, her mumbled begging only inspiring his lust.  Each time he shoved his cock into her mouth, he held her head up, lining up his cock with his thrust, each time pushing hard, stopping at the back of her mouth, the thick head of his cock barely breaching her throat.  He held her head pinned, his cock at the opening, a short thrust with his hips forcing a gag from her mouth.  Her eyes opened wide when she choked, tears welling in her big eyes.  He pulled out, this time going deeper, burying the head of his cock in her throat, holding still while he enjoyed the wild gyrations of her throat muscles as they rippled over the head of his cock.  “Take it deep.  Swallow my cock.”  He grunted as he shoved harder.  She was struggling harder as his cock cut off her air supply to her lungs, her nostrils flaring as she tried to breathe through her nose.  He began to pump his cock in and out of her throat, enjoying her useless thrashing about.
      His cock burned as it pushed into her tight throat, her stomach turning as she choked and gasped.  She felt like throwing up, but she knew if she did she would probably choke to death, the outlaw refusing to take his thick cock from her throat.  He was shoving in and out, each time his cock feeling like a snake that was trying to get into her stomach.  She didn’t know how much longer she could take it.
      He pulled his cock out of her throat, his pulsating cock sitting on her tongue as she struggled to fill her lungs, her mouth opening wide.  “If ya suck my cock, I won’t shove it down yur throat.”
      Her throat hurt so bad, much worse then the most severe sore throat she ever had.  She couldn’t take any more of it.  She was willing to do almost anything to avoid it.  “I don’t know what to do,” her words almost unintelligible, his cock sitting heavily on her tongue, her lips split by the thick shaft.
      “Stick yur tongue out.”  Floyd pulled his cock out of her mouth until she opened wide, her tongue hanging out.  He began to stroke his cock onto her tongue, his cock dancing as he felt her wet tongue rubbing over the head.  “Lick it.”  Her tongue moved so tentatively over the head of his cock.  He let her continue, holding his cock with one hand, moving with the delicious touch of her tongue.  “Open wide.”  She obeyed without question, Floyd pumping his cock with one hand, leaving it just inside her mouth, sitting heavily on her tongue.
      He was jerking his cock in her mouth, just as Samantha had done to Jesse with her hand.  The taste of his cum got worse, Samantha sure that he was leaking more of it onto her tongue, but she couldn’t do anything to stop him.  Then she felt it, a sharp splash onto her tongue, the fluid thick and hot.  Had he cum in her mouth?  But it was nothing like the amount that Jesse’s cock had spewed all over her hands.  And his cock continued to stay hard.
      “Taste good?  Yu’re gonna swallow loads of cum.”  He pushed his cock back into her mouth.  “Keep your lips nice and tight, and I want ta feel yur tongue racing around my cock.  Do a good job and I’ll cum in your mouth.”  He laughed as he teased her, sliding his cock back into the hot confines of her mouth.  He felt her lips grip his cock so lovingly.  She was learning well.  He pushed his cock into her mouth, her eyes panicking at the thought he would breach her throat, her tongue suddenly pressed into service, moving quickly to bathe his cock from the head to the base of his cock.  He began to fuck her mouth, tighter than her mother’s pussy.
      She hated what she was being forced to do, but she had little choice.  The cock down her throat was worse.  She couldn’t get the taste of his cum from her mouth as much as she tried to swallow, resigned to sucking his cock.  She felt his frenzied thrusting into her mouth, hoping it wouldn’t be long before he came, Samantha sure that she would have to take it in her mouth.  Her only hope was that she could spit it out.  She looked over, the other outlaws crowded around her, all with their cocks out. She was surprised they were so different in size, but she had little time to look, a sharp slap to her face making her going back to sucking his cock.  She tried as best she could to please him, her mouth and tongue already tired, but she couldn’t stop.
      “HHHEEE, HHHEE,” Floyd’s breathing quickening as he neared his second cum.  For a mouth virgin, she was a natural, sucking the cum from deep in his balls, her tongue lashing out at his cock with a vengeance.  “AAAh, AAAAH, AAAAAHHH,” shoving hard with his cock until it was deep in her mouth, her tongue racing over it to keep it from her throat.  He held her head tight as he came in her mouth.  “AAAHH, AAAAHHH,” the cum spewing out the head of his cock into her mouth, feeling her frenzied panic as his cum made her cheeks bulge out as she fought to contain it all in her mouth.  He pumped his cock in and out of her tight lips until he finished cumming, his balls empty, his cock shrinking in the hot confines of her mouth.  He pulled his cock out slowly, tilting her head back so she wouldn’t spill any of his cum.  He pulled his cock out, sliding over her lips and leaving a trail of wet cum down her chin as it popped out.  Before she could even try to spit it out, Elroy was ready.
      She couldn’t believe all the cum his cock shot out, her cheeks filling up fast each time another jet of hot cum shooting into her mouth, Samantha struggling not to throw up.  The foul taste filled every corner of her mouth, the thick crčme settling into her mouth.  Samantha was relieved when he pulled his cock out of her mouth, but it was short lived, another cock, this one different then the last pierced her lips.  Her mouth opened wide to take it, looking up to see the other outlaw, Elroy.  His hands gripped her head, guiding her back and forth as he began the rhythmic thrusting into her mouth.  She had no choice but to swallow the cum, the new cock pushing it to the back of her mouth until she relented, gulping as the thick crčme slid slowly down into her gullet.  She had to swallow three times to get the thick crčme to go down.  But Elroy didn’t care, his hips never stopped driving his cock in and out of her mouth.
      Floyd put his cock back into his pants.  “Untie ’er hands.  She can use ’um to jerk ya off while she takes care a Elroy.”
      Jed needed no further encouragement, preferring soft, female fingers wrapped around his cock rather than his.  He had been doing enough of that lately.  He untied her, taking her hand and placing it on his cock, his prick jumping at the light touch of her soft hands.  He began to guide her hand up and down his shaft, feeling her fingers tighten around the shaft.  After a minute he released her hand, Samantha continuing on her own.
      Zane grabbed her other hand, placing it on his cock.  “Jerk me off,” he threatened, her hand moving without any further encouragement.  She was learning her place in life.  “Yeah, she jerks off like a pro.”
      To make it worse, not only was another cock in her mouth, but now she was forced to jerk two of them off, making them harder until it was their turn in her mouth.  She felt so humiliated and degraded, forced to satisfy the perverse lusts of these outlaws.  Her mouth was flooded with the foul taste, this cock longer then the last, pushing hard against the back of her throat, Samantha afraid of him fucking her throat.  His hands hurt as he held her too tight, guiding her head up and down in a frenzied motion, his cock leaking more cum in her mouth.  Another one of the outlaws stood only inches from her face, his cock rubbing on her hair and over her cheek as he waited his turn.
      Elroy couldn’t pass up the chance to shove his cock down her throat, no girl willing to do it voluntarily.  But the girls they raped could do little to stop them from any obscene act they wanted to commit on the defenseless bodies, and they took full advantage of it.  Elroy was shoving his cock in and out, Samantha gasping each time he shoved to the back of her mouth.  The next thrust he didn’t stop, the thick head of his cock painfully shoving into her tight throat until Elroy thought it was compressed into a tight ball.  But he enjoyed her choking, forced to swallow his cock.  Her head was moving back and forth, her hands leaving the cocks that she was stroking and were pinching tightly to his legs as if she had the strength to push him away.  “Don’t like my cock in yur throat?  I’m enjoy’n it real good.  Feels like yur skinn’n my cock with yur throat muscles.”  He began to pump his cock in and out of her throat, rubbing her raw as his cock snaked farther down her throat passage.
      Hands grabbed her wrists and pulled them back, her fingers pressed over the hot flesh of their pricks, urging her to begin stroking the cocks again.  Her head grew dizzy from lack of air, her throat rubbed raw as the cock pressed into her gullet.  He was pumping in and out, Samantha’s only hope was that she would pass out.  Suddenly the cock was free of her throat, but her mouth was still speared by the cock, never quite pulling out, stopping when her lips captured the head of his cock.  Her tongue began to massage the cock, running over the head and under the rim of the helmet, anything to please him enough not to shove it down her throat again.  Her mouth was filled with cum and spit, slight mewing sounds coming from her mouth as she sucked the cock.
      Elroy couldn’t stand much more of it, Samantha sucking his cock like a saloon whore.  She had learned it was better to satisfy their lust and not defy them.  “Open real wide and stick out yur tongue.”  Elroy was ready to cum and he wanted to see it.  He pumped his cock just inside her mouth, her lips drawn open wide, his cock resting on her tongue.  “AAAHHH, AAAHHH,” breathing hard as his pleasure overcame him.  He pumped his cock until he felt the cum race up from his balls, shooting out the head of his cock and into her open mouth and her waiting tongue, the thick, white fluids splashing loudly on her tongue.  He pumped again, a second load shooting out into the back of her mouth, Samantha choking as some went down into her throat, but she managed to keep her mouth open for the last load of cum, dribbling out in a ropey white crčme that drenched her tongue with cum.
      She felt him cumming, Samantha ashamed that she was forced to keep her mouth open as he spewed his filthy seed onto her tongue.  It sat heavy on her tongue, so hot it almost felt like it was burning.  His second load shot into the back of her throat, choking her as it slid slowly down into her stomach.  A third load covered her tongue, Samantha trying hard not to breathe or close her mouth, not wanting to swallow the abundant crčme.  It slowly ran down her lips and down her chin, the slow moving cum dripping off her chin.
      Elroy shoved the head of his cock back into her mouth.  “Clean it off,” pleased when her lips clenched tight around the head, her tongue bathing the head of his cum.  He pulled his cock out.  “Swallow it.”  He watched the anguish in her face, her throat moving as she swallowed the thick crčme, choking twice as his cum dripped into her stomach.
      Zane couldn’t wait, almost pushing Elroy out of the way.  He shoved Samantha to the ground, making her lay out full.  He knelt over her, his cock out, his hand pointing it at her mouth.  His legs were on either side of her head, her hands pinned behind him.  “They’re too nice to yah.  Yah need to be taught a lesson.”  He shoved his cock into her mouth before she could even defend herself, not stopping until his long cock slid down her throat and buried itself half in her gullet.
      She heaved as the cock pierced her throat, fighting the bile that threatened to shoot from her stomach.  If it wasn’t so plugged with a thick, long cock.  The ugly one, Zane, had thrust his cock ruthlessly into her throat, her legs kicking out, her hands clenched as she choked and gagged.  “EEEGGGHH, EWWWW, EWWWW,” Zane fucking her hard, his cock moving in and out her throat painfully.  “EEERRRRAAAH,” Samantha choking on the cock, spewing out spit and cum from her mouth.  “EERRRAAHH,” choking again, Zane finally pulling his cock from her throat, Samantha spitting up massive amounts of cum and spit, running down her chin.
      Zane reached down, shoving more of the cum back into her mouth, his fingers pushing it deep inside.  He pushed his cock back in, her eyes panicking, her legs flaying behind her as he thrust back into her defenseless throat, rewarded with the beautiful music of her choking and gagging.  He pumped up and down until she spit up again, Zane pausing only long enough to shove it back in again, his cock pushing it down into her stomach.  For five minutes he raped her throat, pumping his cock in and out of her throat while she fought uselessly.  She sputtered and choked until he was ready, finally spewing his cock into her stomach, his cock growing in her already tight throat, spraying out his cum deep into her throat where she wouldn’t even taste it.
      She couldn’t believe the brutality of Zane.  He raped her mouth and throat, her body pinned to the ground, his hips driving his cock in and out of her throat, his rough pants rubbing her lips raw.  Her stomach turned over and over as he fucked her throat until it was raw.  She didn’t think his cock could get any bigger, but she felt the head swell, then a sputter, feeling a hot fluid fill her stomach.  He was cumming in her, deep in her throat, the thick crčme falling into her stomach as he continued his frantic pumping of his cock as he came in her.  He finally pulled out, Samantha turning over, a rush of spit and cum falling out of her mouth and landing on the ground behind her.  Her lips were covered in the sticky, thick crčme.  She felt her hair yanked hard, some of it pulling out by the roots as she was hauled up to her knees again.  The other two outlaws wanted their turn and cared little of Samantha.  She was just a mouth to use.
      Jed and Travis took her together.  Her mouth was never without a cock, only seconds before the other one thrust in, both of them choking her with their cock, enjoying the pleasure of her throat.
      She held her tongue out, two cocks rubbing over it, both of the outlaws wanting her pleasure.  They began to push into her mouth, two thick helmets splitting her lips until she was sure they were bleeding from being split so wide.  How could they put their cocks together and shove them in her mouth?  They seemed to be unfazed, both of them trying to fuck her mouth at once.  One of them turned her head, her mouth open as it was speared by his cock, her hand grabbed and forced to rub the other until he had his turn.  Each one only used her for minutes at a time, bathing her mouth with their cum as it leaked out, the other filling her vacated mouth within seconds.  They fucked her mouth for ten long minutes, her jaw and tongue so tired, but the minute she slowed down a sharp slap to the side of her head would inspire her to please them again, her tongue going back to work in spite of the exhaustion of the mouth rape.
      They both came on her face, their thick milky white crčme dripping down her nose and landing on her lips.  Jed rubbed his cock over his cum on her face, scooping it up onto the head, her lips opening to take the knob inside, her tongue lashing out to bathe it of its crčme.  Travis was last, shooting it into her open and waiting mouth, pumping his cock as he spewed the foul seed onto her tongue.  He shoved his shrinking cock into her mouth, forcing his cum down into her stomach, Samantha choking as he finally pulled out.  She slumped to the ground, spitting up, choking, her mouth and tongue exhausted from the senseless rape.
      Floyd came running over.  “Saddle up.  I hear horse’s com’n.”  They all scattered and got on their horses, galloping off into the sunrise in a cloud of dust, leaving the ravished women behind.
      Captain Iconberry led a group of ten men when they didn’t return.  He got worried when one young boy said he thought he heard a gun shot last night.  They were almost too late, finding Madison naked and bound to the ground, obviously raped by the condition of her body.  Belle was tied to a wagon wheel, but looked like they didn’t get a chance to defile her.  Samantha was just a heap on the ground on the other side of the wagon.  Her face was covered with a thick white crčme, Captain Iconberry sure they raped her mouth, but didn’t say anything.  They covered Madison and put her into the wagon with the other two girls, none of them saying anything on the ride back to the camp.  They didn’t leave that day, letting the girls recover from their harrowing experience, finally asking Madison if she wanted to continue.  They had buried Albert in a shallow grave in the hardened earth, a small cross the only marking for his grave.


Chapter 6
Westward Ho
      
      
      “We have to decide if we want to continue or go back to Ohio?”  Madison, Samantha and Belle were sitting around the campfire.  Captain Iconberry gave them until the morning to decide.  If they wanted to go back, he would drop them off at the next town and they could find a wagon train that was going in the opposite direction.
      “But we lost all our money?”  Belle was the least affected by the outlaws.  She had lost her father, but Samantha and her mother suffered much more, Belle not sure why she was saved from the brutal rape.  She had heard Samantha’s pathetic cries, knowing they were raping her mouth, and she had witnessed first hand her mother’s brutal rape by the five outlaws.
      “Well, not all of it.  Your Father hid it in two places, exactly for a case like this. They got half of it, but we still have enough to pay our way out West and have a bit to start over.  But nothing like what we were planning, there will be no mercantile store.  We would have to find jobs when we got out West.  All of us.”  Madison wanted to go on, but it was up to the girls to decide.  They were the youngest with their future in front of them.  Madison’s life felt like it ended when Albert was killed.  She didn’t know what she would do now, Albert taking up most of her life before.
      Samantha was the first one to speak up.  “We left everything behind in Ohio.  I think we should go on.  Daddy would want that, in spite of everything that happened.”
      “I agree.  I don’t think I could face the people back home, even if they didn’t know exactly what happened.  Out West we would have a fresh start with no past to haunt us.”  Samantha had suffered under the outlaws, but it was over.  She had to put it behind her.
      “I agree.  I don’t know what we will do without your father, but we have to go on for his memory.  He wanted this for us more than he wanted it for him.  But remember, it is still a difficult trip.  There are many things that can happen to us.  Just like the one that already did.  It’s dangerous for three women.”
      Samantha was proud that her mother called her a woman.  “Go on.”
      Belle nodded her acceptance.  “Yes.”
      “Very well.  Just one more thing.  This is the time to talk about what happened with the outlaws.  After this, there will be no mention of it again.  It is the past that need not be resurrected again.  I’ll start.”  Madison waited a second before she began.  “You saw me getting raped, five men taking me with their cocks.  And to make it more humiliating, they stuck a finger up my ass to make me dance on their cock until they came in me.”  She was ashamed at what they did, but more ashamed at what she did.  “The last one, the young one.  He made me ride his cock, all the while his finger played with my clit.”  She paused, taking a deep breath.  “He made me cum.  I don’t know why or how, but he did.  And that’s the last of it I will ever say again.”  Madison sat back on the log.  Luckily it was still dark so they couldn’t see the shame in her face.
      “They raped my mouth.  Five of them.  Not only did they stick their cocks in my mouth, but they shoved them down my throat, making me choke and gag on them.”  Her voice was raspy, still raw from the throat fuck.  “And they made me take their cum in my mouth and swallow it.  One even came in my throat, his cum falling directly into my stomach.  They never stopped in my mouth, as soon as one was finished, another would take his place.  Two of them took me at once, each one trying hard to shove it in my mouth as the other did.  I never realized that cocks could be so different.  There were short ones, long ones, thick ones, even one with a bend it.  But they all tasted the same, thick, salty cum forced into my mouth and stomach.”  Samantha sat back, glad to get it off of her chest.  She was sure they knew what had happened, but she had to tell her story.
      “I was the lucky one.  They didn’t rape me, though I expect they had every intention, we just got rescued in time.”  She should have stopped there, but she knew she couldn’t keep it a secret without it nagging her forever.  “While I was bound to the wagon wheel.”  She waited.  “One of them masturbated me.”  She could feel her face heating up in shame.  “He made me cum.”  Should she admit her guilt?  Finally she said what she had been thinking since that time.  “I think it was because I was bound.  I felt so helpless, unable to control my own body.”  She took a deep breath.  “And I liked it.”  Belle didn’t have anything else to say.
      “Lets turn in; it will be early when we leave.  The wagon train has to make up the extra day we spent here.  We don’t want to be caught in the mountains when winter comes.”  Madison got up and crawled beneath the blanket.
* * *
      Captain Iconberry let his youngest son handle the oxen for them.  Even though he was just a boy at fifteen, he knew how to handle them.  The three women walked behind the wagon, lucky to be alive, thankful for the new start.  The oxen went slowly, barely fifteen miles a day, but they plodded along the treacherous terrain.  Some parts were good, wide expanses of open fields, level ground, the wagons almost able to go side by side.  Other parts were perilous, single trails, ruts in the ground the only sign that others had passed before.
* * *
      It was monotonous and tiring.  They had traveled through Kansas, Colorado and now were entering Utah.  It had been months of traveling, day after day of walking without seeing much of anyone else.  Food was becoming scarcer, the men going out when they camped to kill some of the native animals for food.  They were glad when they got to a river, the Spanish Fork.  But Captain Iconberry was concerned.  They had spotted some Indians in the distance and they seemed to be following them.  So far there was no trouble.  Captain Iconberry had only spotted six of them, but wherever there were six, there were many more.  They were outnumbered, Captain Iconberry hoping that they were just curious.
      Chief Wakara watched the wagon train go through his land.  They had been trailing it for over a day now.  Chief Wakara was the leader of the Ute Indians.  They are known to be aggressive, not taking to farming like the other tribes, but trading with the Spaniards in the slave and horse trade, capturing other tribes’ males and females to work in the Spanish mines.  He usually didn’t bother the wagon trains except to extract a duty for going through his land, the people paying up the tribute, not wanting any trouble.  But his eyes were drawn to the white woman with the flaming red hair.  There were two, but his gaze followed the young one with the shapely body.  He already had two wives, but a Chief could never have enough.  And a white woman with red hair would be a prize that no one else would have.  While he wouldn’t foolishly attack the wagon train for just a woman, never mind a white woman, he hoped they would have a chance to slip into their camp at night and grab her before anyone knew what had happened.  He would take her back to their camp ten miles from here.
      “I’m worried about them.  They have been shadowing us all day.”  Captain Iconberry was concerned.  They had been lucky so far, and he wanted to keep it that way.  “Put up some guards tonight.”
* * *
      There was no moon tonight, a good omen that the Gods were on their side.  Chief Wakara and the other two men snuck up on the campsite for the wagon train.  He spied the two guards, one on the other side, his eyes trained on the river bed to the South.  The other one wasn’t more then a hundred feet from them, but he was snoring loudly, his rifle in his lap uselessly.  The Gods were smiling on them tonight.  They quietly passed the guard, Chief Wakara knowing exactly which wagon had the girl in it.
      “Watch for anyone,” he told the other two.  “I’ll grab her.”  He snuck up into the wagon.  The older one was sleeping outside as if she were guarding the girls.  He crept into the wagon silently.  He saw her over to the side, the blanket pulled up to her chin rising and falling as she slept.  The other one had turned over, facing the side of the wagon, the blanket almost pulled up over her head to keep her warm.  She wouldn’t hear a thing.  He was within an inch of his prey, feeling her breath on him.  He clamped a hand on her mouth, picking her up easily.  He was out of the wagon before she even woke up and realized what was happening, by that time it was too late.  
      Ouray was waiting just outside the wagon, a cloth replacing Chief Wakara’s hand.  He bound her hands behind her back with leather straps, another set on her ankles.  He ran his hand up her leg, stopping when he got a look from the Chief.  Chief Wakara threw her over his shoulder, slipping out of the camp to their horses not far away.  She was struggling, but he overpowered her body with ease.
      Belle thought she was dreaming, feeling like she was flying.  Then she began to panic, unable to breathe, something clamped over her mouth, Belle sucking in air noisily through her nose.  She was moving, thrown over a hard shoulder.  She was outside the wagon and moving into the darkness, two other shadows near her.  She struggled as the hand was replaced by a cloth over her lips, pressing in until she felt it tied tight behind her head.  Her hands were grabbed by large hands, feeling the pain as some sort of rope dug into her wrists.  Her legs were next, Belle trying to kick at the hands that grabbed her ankles, but more hands ran over her body and pinned her down.  Her ankles were tied, the hand not leaving, but running slowly up her leg, sliding underneath her dress and on her naked leg.  Were they going to rape her?  It couldn’t be the outlaws, could it?  That happened months ago.  She was thrown over the back of a horse, her head and legs hanging down on each side, a firm hand pushing down on her back.  There was no saddle on the horse.  Were they the Indians?  What did they want from her?  Would they scalp her?  Her mind raced with all the stories she heard of the Indians.  The horse began to race off, Belle hearing the sound of at least two more nearby.  She bounced on the horse, the hand on her back keeping her pinned to the horse as they sped off into the night.
      Chief Wakara had to hold her to the horse to keep her from falling off, though he would have preferred to run his hands over her body.  There would be time enough for that.  Tomorrow she would be prepared for the mating ritual and at night he would take her as his wife.  His cock was hard at the thought of pushing his cock through her flaming red bush to take her.
      She was almost grateful that they stopped, but it was a long time before they did.  By the way they were riding hard, their camp was a long way from the wagon train.  She began to fear for her life.  She was unceremoniously dumped to the ground, her bound hands unable to stop her from falling hard.  She grunted, rolling over, trying to get up before she felt hands grab her.  She looked up to see the largest man she had ever seen before.  He had to be over seven feet tall.  He had a thick, muscular body that was naked except for a tiny loin cloth that could not cover the member beneath it.  It was outlined by the cloth, over a foot long and had to be six inches around.  And it looked like it was barely erect.  She didn’t fear as much for her life as she did for her virginity.  Any cock would hurt the first time, but this was like a log.  No way would she ever survive taking such a monster between her legs.  She shook her head and mumbled unintelligently her protests into the gag, but it did little good.  She felt her ankles untied, a large hand grabbing her hair and dragging her toward the teepees.  There were some fires still burning, but it looked as most were asleep.  She stumbled, her hair tearing as the Indian that gripped her hair did nothing to let her regain the stride, dragged along, her hairs continued pulling painfully from her head until she regained her footing.
      “Tie her to the post tonight.  The women will prepare her in the morning.”
      Ouray did the Chief’s bidding, taking his time to tie her hands high up on the pole until her supple body was stretched out.  He tied her ankles together again, pinning them to the pole so she couldn’t escape.  He ran his hands through her red hair, surprised that it felt like any other hair.  He could only imagine her red hair between her legs, Chief Wakara would be angry if he looked.  He checked the entrance, the Chief gone.  His hands ran up her stomach and cupped her breasts, his large hands easily able to cradle them.  They were large, much larger then most Ute women.  He squeezed them, hearing a groan from her muffled mouth.  He pinched harder, feeling a hard nipple beneath his touch.  He wished he would have a chance between her legs.  Maybe the Chief would grow tired of her quickly, the novelty of taking a redhead offset by it being a white woman.
      She squirmed as she was bound.  The Indian that tied her wasn’t as large as the other, the Chief she suspected by the way they followed his orders without question.  He pressed close to her, his hand sliding up and grabbing her breasts.  He had bound her arms high over her head, forcing her breasts out as though she was asking him to touch her there.  He squeezed them, Belle fighting the urges that raced through her body.  She was bound again and as before, she was growing aroused.  She tried to hide it from the Indian that fondled her with impunity.  He finally left her alone in the tent except for the two squaws in the corner.  She couldn’t do anything but hang there, too scared to sleep.  The sun came up early, the squaws waking to see her bound in the center of the room.
* * *
      “She’s gone.  Belle’s gone.”  Samantha rushed out of the wagon.  She had awoken and turned over, finding Belle’s blanket the only thing there.  It was too early for her to get up, Belle always the last one to get up, always trying to get an extra ten minutes.
      Madison bolted up awake.  Now what.  “Are you sure?”  Madison looked all around, hoping to see Belle walking over to her, surprised that they thought she was missing.
      Captain Iconberry rushed over to the commotion, but not before he checked out the guards, seeing the one closest to their wagon looking up as if he just woke up.  Damn, asleep on guard duty.  He would have done something about it now, but he needed as many able bodied men that he could muster.  He was sure that it was those Indians that had trailed them.  He had to find her quickly.  They couldn’t stay here long, it was too dangerous.  But he wouldn’t forgive himself unless he at least tried.  “Get ten men mounted in ten minutes.  We’re going after them.”  He yelled to the guard, his face showing his shame at allowing this to happen.  That’s good, maybe he would try even harder to get them back.  He turned to Madison.  How could so much bad fortune befall this family?  He grabbed her hand.  “Don’t worry, I’ll find her.”  He left her, seeing the despair in her eyes.  He wouldn’t let it happen to her again.
* * *
      Belle was surprised they spoke English in front of her, but then she remembered that these were traders with the English and the Spaniards.
      “The Chief will take her as his bride tonight.  We must prepare her.”  Kasa had done this before.  Chief Wakara was known for his sexual prowess and his size, all of the tribe, especially the females staring unashamedly at his giant organ when he did the ceremonial mating dance naked.  As the girl was now, she would never take his huge organ, but the Medicine Man had a special medicine that was a powerful aphrodisiac.  That and some Peyote, and she wouldn’t know what was happening to her or care until it was too late.  If she survived the initial entry without tearing, the rest of would be easy.  If you called getting fucked by a foot-long log easy.  His two other wives had done it and survived, not sure if a frail white woman would have the same fortitude, not that she had a choice.
      “She is to be bound in the center of the village for all to see.  Later we will bath and prepare her.”  Onida untied Belle’s hands from the top of the pole, Kasa undoing her feet.  “Don’t move.”  Onida stuck the large knife into her stomach until she could feel it prick her skin.
      Belle sucked in her gut as the knife pushed into her belly, but it followed her until it pricked her skin.  Belle froze in terror.  She was led outside, the sun up, Belle surprised to see over a hundred people in the village.  And there must be at least fifty warriors.  Her hope for rescue diminished, the settlers on the wagon train no match for this many, even if they found them.
      Her clothes were torn from her, Belle struggling as the men looked over at her.  Her dress pulled until it tore, yanked down over her bound hands until it shredded, falling to the ground.  The bottom part was next, the material no match for the power of the two women and the knife that one wielded expertly.  The men stared at her as she stood trembling in the center of the village in only her chemise, boots and socks.  The woman stood behind her, feeling the knife make short work of the chemise, tearing as it was stripped from her body until her naked breasts were freed from their tight confinement, bouncing slightly as they stood out proudly in the bright sun light.  Belle arched her back when she felt the prick of the knife, her breast thrust out obscenely as though she was showing them off to the warriors.
      There was a loud gasp of awe when the chemise was stripped completely off of Belle, the Indians never seeing a redheaded woman between the legs.  And Belle had an abundant flaming red bush that contrasted with her alabaster skin, unlike the dark skin of the Indians.  She kept her thighs tightly together, protecting much from the prying eyes of the warriors.
      “Prepare the posts,” Onida told Kasa.  She moved Belle over to the posts that were used for female prisoners, mostly Indian woman captured from other tribes and sold to the Spaniards.  This would be the first time a white woman graced the wooden structure that would test her endurance.  She would hang all day, the aphrodisiac working on weakening her and making her aroused until she would almost beg for Chief Wakara to take her with his immense organ.
      Belle was scared when she saw the wooden structure, but also aroused, the strange feelings she felt when she was bound last time still in her head.  She didn’t fight them when they untied her hands, her arms hanging down to her side, resigned to her fate, the gag removed from her mouth.  It’s not that she had a chance to escape, over a hundred Indians all around her, Belle the center of attention.  Her back was pushed against the one beam of wood.  Her arms were raised high above her head to a beam that hung parallel to the ground, forward from the upright post, one arm tied to each end until they were stretched out over five feet wide.  Her wrists were tied so tight her hands already tingled as they grew numb.  She didn’t do anything as her legs were pulled back the opposite direction, Belle finding her body pressed harder into the post against her back as her body was pulled wide, her arms high up and forward, her legs way back and spread.  Spread wide, Belle groaning as the women spread them until she was sure they would split her up the middle.  They knew how much it hurt to be placed in such a position, but they gave Belle no compassion.  The post behind her had crept between her cheeks, her wide-spread legs leaving Belle unable to even clench her cheeks together.  That was bad enough if it hadn’t been for the knob in the center of the post, Belle not noticing it, but now feeling it.  For it was pressed up against her anus.
      Kasa took some of the grease and spread it on the knob.  It contained some of the aphrodisiac.  She moved the white woman’s body back until she saw the knob poised over her anus.  “It will burn for a few minutes, but you’ll soon forget the burning.”
      Belle squirmed as the large knot was placed against her vulnerable anus.  It was different, this time the knot not dry, but slick, her anus unable to stop it from entering her.  She clenched her muscles when she felt her anal ring open uncontrollably, spreading wide until the thick knot succeeded in keeping her anus open.  It reminded Belle of the Doctor’s cock, but this was bigger and much harder and unyielding.  She couldn’t believe it when it pressed inside her, not thinking it was that long, but it stretched deep inside her, into her rectum.  It finally stopped, Belles body trembling.  She felt a burning in her anus, Belle squirming as if she could somehow escape the knot that was keeping her open to the burning.  All it did was increase the ache, her muscles forced to react to the large invader that split her ass open.  The burning felt as if it were entering her, far deeper than the knot, all the way into her bowels.
      “She is feeling it now.”  Onida could see it etched in her face; soon she would be squirming more.  She took the medicine, spreading some of the paste on her fingers.  “What’s your name?”
      “Belle,” she stammered, the squaw looking at her strangely.
      “I am Onida and that is Kasa.  We are Chief Wakara’s wives.  He will take you tonight and you can do nothing to stop him.  You can only hope to survive his massive weapon.”  Onida slid her hand between Belle’s wide spread legs until she found the dense bush.  “The Chief likes your flaming red bush.”
      Belle was going to be raped and probably killed by the largest cock in the world all because she had a red bush.  If she had a chance she would shave it completely off.  She felt the gentle fingers touch her between her legs, her body jumping from the first unexpected touch.  She could do nothing as she felt her pussy lips pulled back by soft fingers, and then she felt something spread over her inner lips.  It took only seconds before she felt the heat begin, just like the burning in her anus.  She clenched her rectal and pussy muscles as if she could stop the burning from spreading.  It gave her temporary relief, but as soon as she relaxed her muscles the burning returned.
      “Yes, you learn well.  If you tighten your muscles the burning stops.  As soon as you relax, it begins again.  You can choose, Chief Wakara will enjoy your clenching on his cock.  Please him quicker and you can end the pain of his organ.”
      “MMM,” Belle trying to quench the moan from her lips as she felt a finger enter her pussy.  “No, please, I’m a virgin.”  The finger played just inside her hole, rubbing the potent mixture on the sensitive flesh inside her pussy, Belle’s body tense as she waited for the initial burning.  It didn’t take more then a few seconds, Belle clenching her pussy onto the two fingers inside her.
      “You are very tight.  And a virgin.  We will take care of that before Chief Wakara has his pleasure of you.  No way would you survive if he took your virginity.  I have a large stuffed buffalo cock that you can learn to accommodate the Chief and lose your virginity at the same time.  Now just one more place and we will leave you alone to enjoy the pleasures of being naked and bound.”  Onida wet her fingers with the medicine again, this time her fingers searching out Belle’s clit.  She was surprised to find it already hard and erect.  Was this white woman enjoying this?  She found the erect nub and began to tease the medicine back and forth over it.  When it was thoroughly covered, Onida pinched her clit.  Expecting a cry of pain, she was surprised it was more of a cry of pleasure.  She pinched harder, but got no other response except her cries of pleasure.
      Her clit was rubbed until the burning started.  She had just learned how much pleasure masturbation could bring, especially when her clit was rubbed the right way.  Even the burning could not diminish the pleasure that was racing through her body.  It seemed like every pore and nerve in her body was poised, especially her sex.  She struggled to keep her body still, wanting instead to rub herself until she came.  Even the pinching of her clit failed to stop the increasing arousal; in fact, Belle was sure that it was partially the cause of it.  It hurt, but like being bound, it aroused her.  She looked, the two squaws suddenly deserting her, leaving her alone and naked in the center of the village.  But she wasn’t alone, some of the villagers moving close to her, some of them warriors, their loin cloths doing little to hide erect members.
      Many of the Indians came over to slide their hands over her body, never feeling a woman that had such soft and silky skin.  The Indian woman worked too hard, calloused hands and feet.  The warriors would squeeze her breasts, their fingers working on her nipples until they stood out hard and erect, begging to be pinched and prodded.  And others did until they were red and abused by noon.  Fingers played with her pussy, always stopping before Belle became too aroused, fingers testing the tightness of her virgin hole.
      Belle was almost glad that the large knot was deep in her rectum; at least they couldn’t probe her there.  Her body was brought to the brink of an orgasm, then she was left, frustrated and aroused, to begin again when her body was touched.  Her nipples were so tender that even a slight breeze would arouse them to hard points.  And her pussy began to get wet in spite of all she did to stop it or at least stop them from seeing her in this condition.  Her clit felt like it was huge, the slightest touch sending her body toward the spiral of an orgasm, a pinch almost sending her over the edge.  But she was left unfulfilled, each time wanting more, wanting to cum.  She didn’t even care if they saw her that way; she just had this overpowering urge to cum.  Her hips began to move, the rope leaving her little room to move, but she could feel the knot moving in her rectum.  She tightened her muscles, feeling the unyielding knot, not like the Doctor’s fleshy organ.  What would it feel like to have the Chief inside her?    Another warrior came near, staring at her face as his fingers slid between her legs, Belle ashamed as he found her wet pussy, his fingers folding back her lips to touch her so intimately with his calloused fingers.  “Mmmmm,” trying to contain her arousal as his fingers slid up to touch her clit, her body shuddering in pleasure.
      “Such a woman.  Are all white women so easily aroused?”  The warrior spoke to the other warrior, his finger playing between her legs, finding her wet.  Her clit was big, much bigger then his wife’s.  He pinched it, feeling her body jerk, her breasts jiggling, her ass pushing back on the wooden post behind her, knowing that she was impaling herself deeper on the knot in her ass.  He wished he would have a chance with her, but Chief Wakara would never let him have her unless he grew bored with the novelty of the white woman.  One finger found her pussy, pushing in until she gasped when his finger banged against her hymen.  “A fresh one for the Chief.”  He pulled his fingers from her pussy, putting them into his mouth as he stared at Belle.  “You taste good, white woman.”  He left her, his cock hard, finding his wife and throwing her into the tent and on the floor, taking out his lust for Belle on his wife.
      It went on that way all morning and afternoon, warriors playing with the white woman, their wives taking the lust of their husbands in the middle of the day.  Belle’s body was covered in sweat by the time Kasa and Onida returned late in the day, in spite of the shade that kept her from the beating rays of the sun.  Onida shoved some Peyote into Belle’s mouth.  “Chew it.”
      It was bitter but her stomach already groaned with hunger.  She did her best chewing it and finally swallowing it.  It was replaced with another, three more times.  She felt nauseous for a few minutes, then her stomach grew quiet.  And her head grew dizzy.  She wasn’t sure what it was, while it had calmed her nerves, it also heightened her senses.  She found herself standing knee deep in a small creek, the two women next to her.  Before she knew it, her head was below the water, Belle thrashing as she thought she would drown.  Hands pulled her up by her hair, sucking in large quantities of air as if they were her last.  Hands ran over her, rubbing a rough soap with a piece of cloth over her skin to wash away the sweat and grime of her bondage.  She didn’t even protest when a rough cloth was thrust between her legs, even parting them wider as the cloth pushed between her lips and rubbed her pussy harshly.  She shuddered when the cloth rubbed over her clit, humping the cloth as if it were a lover.
      “She’ll be ready for Chief Wakara soon.”  Onida pushed down on Belle’s back until she bent over.  “Spread your legs.”  Belle did so without hesitation, her mind clouded, her body on edge.  Onida ran the cloth down between her cheeks and over her anus.  The tiny hole was now swollen and red, the knob doing its work on opening it up.
      “Bring her onto the bank.”  Kasa helped Belle onto the edge of the creek.  “Kneel down on your hands and knees.”  Onida slapped Belle on the ass, seeing her cheek already turning pink.  “Such tender skin.  Chief Wakara loves to slap an ass when he fucks, by morning you’ll never want to sit down again.”
      Belle found her naked body on her hands and knees, just like a dog.  Hands on her hips pulled her ass up into the air, another set of hands pushing on her inside thighs until she spread her legs wider and wider.  Her crotch ached by the time she finished, but it did little to cool her arousal.  In fact she was more aroused, positioned as though she was going to be fucked.  She cared little that this would be rape, her body aroused to a fever pitch.  All she wanted was an orgasm.
      “Hold her tight.”  Onida picked up the thick buffalo cock.  Chief Wakara had given it to Onida as a present, to keep her company when he was out with a hunting party.  It paled in comparison to his cock, though large by most standards.  It was only six inches long, shortened before it was stuffed, but it was the diameter that made it so formidable.  It was over four inches around.  Onida put some oil on the cock, greasing it up until it glistened in the failing light of the day.  She stood behind Belle as Kasa held her tight.  Onida slid the slick cock up and down Belle’s crack, teasing her by running the hard cock over her anus.  She slid it down lower until she got to her pussy, pushing on the cock until it breached her lips, spreading them apart.  Onida moved it up until she found her waiting hole, slick and open by her wide spread legs.
      Belle began to panic in spite of the drugs.  She felt the hardness between her legs, knowing that she was about to lose her virginity, and she couldn’t do anything about it.  Her pussy lips yielded to the hard cock, feeling the unmistakable presence as it slid inside her.  She grunted as the thick head spread her open, far wider than any fingers had done.  She grunted as the thick cock began to slide inside her relentlessly.  She tightened her pussy muscles but it did little to stop the buffalo cock that would soon rape her and take her virginity.  There was no way she could have ever imagined losing her virginity this way.  Only shame that it would happen this way.  She tried to move her hips away from the raping cock, but hands held her tight, Belle pinned in position while the cock began to enter her.  Several inches of the thick cock entered her, Belle feeling like her insides were being stretched out of shape, a terrible urge between her legs.  In spite of it being wet, it rasped inside her until she felt it nudge gently against her hymen.  It pushed, Belle feeling the stretching deep inside her, her body poised for the rush of pain when they busted her hymen.  She felt her hymen resist as long as possible and then she felt it, the buffalo cock entering her once virgin pussy, as she grunted in pain.  It wasn’t as bad as she thought; in fact it felt good as she felt the fullness between her legs for the first time, in spite of the fact that it was an animal cock that was inside her.
      “She is strong for a white woman,” Kasa exclaimed as Belle took losing her virginity with barely a whimper.  “Chief Wakara will enjoy this one.”  She hated to admit it, but the drugs and Peyote had done their work, making Belle barely understand what was happening to her, only wanting relief from her arousal.
      Onida was jealous of the white woman, thrusting the large buffalo cock in and out, noticing the slight trace of blood on it.  She twisted the cock until she heard a grunt from Belle.
      “Stop!” Kasa yelling at Onida.  “Save her for Chief Wakara.  She will suffer enough with his cock.”  She remembered her first time, Chief Wakara taking her repeatedly that night, his cock always hard.
      The buffalo cock hurt as it shoved in and out of her newly opened pussy, feeling as if Onida was hurting her on purpose.  She stopped, the cock pulled from her pussy, Belle almost wishing it was still inside her once she felt the emptiness.  They took her to the camp, shoving her into the largest tent in the camp.  This must be the Chief’s.
      In the center of the tent was a large log, covered in a brightly colored blanket.  Chief Wakara was large in size, not just his cock but his body.  He would crush such a frail woman if he fucked her in the traditional style.  They positioned her on her belly over the log, half of her body hanging over the front, her ass sticking up into the air, her knees barely able to touch the ground.
      Belle found her body bent over the log; at least the blanket was soft as it pushed against her naked body.  Her legs were pulled wide, her ass thrust up as though she was begging to be fucked.  And she was, wanting the pleasure of a cock inside her again, wanting the orgasm that threatened her so many times.
      “Grease her up,” Onida not wanting to help in any way.
      Kasa stood behind Belle, dipping her hand into the thick oil.  She rubbed her oiled fingers up and down Belle’s slit until it glistened.  Then she thrust a finger between her pussy lips, Onida holding Belle down as Kasa impaled her tight pussy with her slick finger.  Her muscles fought the invasion, but Kasa was sure it was more in pleasure then in revulsion.  She wiggled her finger in, deeper and deeper, twisting and turning it as she pressed into the newly opened hole.  She pulled her finger out, returning with two fingers, a grunt from Belle as her pussy was impaled with thick fingers, being opened up when Kasa was in deep, Belle jerking from the unexpected stretching.  Two fingers became three, Kasa feeling her tight pussy grip her fingers.
      Belle was confused, her mind foggy.  Fingers entered her, digging deep inside her, twisting and turning as they moved inside her.  More of them entered her, feeling like the buffalo cock was inside her.  She began to grow more aroused as the fingers fucked her as a cock would soon do.  The fingers pulled out, but Belle shuddered in pleasure as one slick finger moved up and down her slit, Belle arching her ass up excitedly as the fingers rubbed her swollen clit.  Belle began to push back against the fingers, her hips moving to have the finger return to her clit, wanting so bad for the orgasm she desperately sought.
      Belle was shoving back and forth, her pussy beginning to juice up on her own.  She was panting like a sex crazed dog, her ass humping back, searching out for the hand that gave her so much pleasure.  They teased her for over half an hour; each time Belle was ready to scream out in pleasure it seemed they knew, stopping just before the orgasm could sweep over her body.  More Peyote was shoved into her mouth, Belle chewing and swallowing.  A finger entered her anus, the burning sensation returning.  Fingers plucked at her nipples until they grew thick and hard, medicine rubbed into them until they burned.  Belle began to see bright, colored lights in her head; the slightest touch on her body sent her jumping, even if it slid between the folds of her pussy.  Then there was silence, the hands and fingers leaving her suddenly alone.  She heard the shuffling of feet, sounding as if they left.  Belle felt the ground shaking, almost as if an earthquake was coming.  She felt the cool night air blow through the tent doorway, blowing on her wide-spread legs and wet pussy, sending a delicious shiver through her body.  She never even thought of turning around to see what it could be, her body in a world by itself.
      Chief Wakara walked into his tent and was rewarded with the sight of the white woman bent over the log in the center, her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening in the firelight.  But what caught in his mind and his imagination was her flaming red-haired bush that peeked out from between her legs and the hairless crack in her ass, a glistening asshole still red and abused.  He threw off his loincloth, standing naked in the tent.  He kneeled down behind her, gripping her trembling round cheeks in his hands and squeezed them.  He thick cock rose up between her cheeks, aimed at her wet pussy.  He wrapped one hand around his large cock, his hips pushing forward until he felt the soft folds of her pussy slip over the head of his cock.  He grunted in pleasure as he pushed inside her, into the tight opening.  Her body resisted as the thick head of his cock tried to enter the small hole.  He was the Chief, not used to being refused whatever he desired, and it was her pussy that he desired.  He forced his cock harder into her, finally beginning to sink into the tightness of her once virgin hole.  She whined, trying to move away from his cock, but his hips followed her every futile movement, his cock continuing to have success in breaching her hot, tight hole.
      Her head was spinning, her body feeling like it was going to jump out of her skin.  There was someone or something behind her.  She felt the terrible pressure between her legs, not understanding what was happening to her.  It increased in intensity, feeling something grow inside her, pushing out her newly opened virgin pussy from the inside.  And the mouth of her pussy felt as if it were tearing, something large entering her.  As much as it hurt, she knew that it would give her the release that she craved so badly.  It felt like iron bands holding her, the relentless pressure between her legs as she was impaled on a giant log.  She could see the massive log in her head, her pussy lips wrapped tightly around the thick log, stretching wider and wider as the trunk grew in size.  She wanted to crawl away from it, but at the same time her body wanted the relief that only it could bring to her.  It stabbed deeper into her body, the elastic mouth of her pussy opening up and clinging to the thick log as it slowly buried deeper inside her.
      Chief Wakara couldn’t believe the tightness of her pussy, his huge cock pushing deeper inside her, her pussy gripping his shaft as it slid inside her.  He slid a full three inches inside her, Belle screaming in pain as he spread her pussy wide.  He pulled an inch out, then thrust with his hips until he buried another two inches inside her, grunting as he fought the muscles in her pussy from keeping him out.  He was thankful that she was well oiled.
      Belle felt like her lower body was swollen from the inside, the fat log pushing aside her organs as it sank between her legs.  She gripped the log she was bent over tightly as the other log continued to sink into her once virgin body.  Not even losing her virginity was this painful, her head swimming from the pain between her legs.  She screamed, feeling like her bones were breaking as they were forced wider, the pressure continuing without let up.  It would push in, then slowly pull out, her insides feeling like they were being sucked out.  She heard a loud grunt behind her, then the thick log shoved back into her, the pressure continuing as it sought to go deeper into her unused passage.  It felt like it was going through her stomach and would pop out her mouth any moment as it shot the length up her body.
      He grunted in exertion, his cocking fighting its way into her tight body, shoving aside all of her resistance with brute force.  Her insides clung to it as he withdrew, shoving hard to slide back in, her body trying to climb the log to escape his cruel impalement.  But his hands held her pinned to the log, her pussy speared by his thick cock.  At last he stopped, his organ buried deep inside her, crashing hard against her cervix.  He held still, letting her grow accustomed to having such a magnificent cock inside her.  His hands rubbed her ass cheeks, pulling them apart so he could stare lustily at her tiny asshole, wishing his cock wasn’t so big, knowing he would tear her beyond repair if he sodomized her.  His balls hung free beneath his legs, his cock buried in her fiery pussy, her muscles gripping it so tight, as if she didn’t want him to leave the hot confines.
      She took a deep breath, his cock stirring inside her, jerking in pleasure when her muscles would uncontrollably grip the thick shaft.  She could almost feel it pulsating inside her as if it had a heart of its own.  And then it began to move, slowly pulling back, Belle feeling like her pussy was collapsing behind it as it pulled out.  He pushed forward, then out, slowly his hips moving faster and faster, his cock heating up her tight pussy.  She finally had enough nerve to look behind her, seeing a giant of a man holding her hips, his face etched in pleasure.  She looked down, seeing the massive flesh that pulled out then pushed back in between her legs.  How did she survive this?  She had never felt such a fullness, feeling like she was being split up the middle with each thrust, her body battered back and forth over the log as his hips began to build momentum.  She groaned as it shoved back in, her body slumped over the log as the Chief took her with his massive cock.  He was picking up the pace, the head of his cock banging deep inside her, bruising her cervix with the massive head as it pounded in her.  The log kept her from lessening the blow, pinned to it as his cock shoved hard inside her.  She could feel every bump, vein or hair on his cock as it spread her open with each powerful stroke.  Her insides felt like they were being burned by sandpaper, the powerful strokes continuing.  Even his balls hurt as they swung in with each thrust inside her, banging between her legs with a loud splat.
      Chief Wakara had stamina, able to hold his erection and withhold his cum until he was ready, fucking her for long minutes, her tiny body buffeted by him with each stroke.  She grunted and groaned but did little to stop him, her pussy bringing him such exquisite pleasure.
      It came gradually, one moment Belle was grunting in pain, the next the thick cock was igniting the sparks of an orgasm that had previously been denied her.  Her pussy that had tried to force the intruder out now welcomed it, giving up the fight as his cock beat her pussy into submission.  She felt the deep penetration, her pussy accepting it, even pushing her ass back to meet the hard penetrations.  Before she knew what was happening, she felt an orgasm race through her body.  Her nipples swelled, her anus fluttered, her clit rubbed against the blanket, the pleasure raced to her head.  But it didn’t stop.  Not as powerful as before, but it lingered in her body, the cock continuing to fuck her, her clit rubbing harder onto the blanket, a second orgasm racing through her body, this time screaming out in pleasure as the tremors raced to her drugged mind.  She gripped the log tight, pushing back against the thick cock inside her, squeezing her pussy on the fat cock in spite of the pain.  Or maybe because of it.  The ecstasy raced through her body as she realized that she was cumming from being fucked.  Fucked by a massive cock.
      Chief Wakara felt her scream, her pussy gripping his cock so tight he could barely fuck her.  But fuck her he did, increasing the depth of each stroke, pulling her ass up as he reamed her out.  He was ready to cum and nothing could stop his lust.  He manhandled her body, hauling her back onto his thick cock, his hips sending his cock until he was afraid of piercing her stomach.  His hands crept around her, gripping her breasts in his large hands, the flesh oozing through his fingers as he gripped them tight.  His body slammed against her ass cheeks, his balls crashing into her from behind.  She jerked on his cock, his fingers grabbing her nipples and crushing them until she cried out.  That was all he needed, sending his cock so far inside her, he was sure that he breached her womb.  His cock jerked and shuddered inside her, then a powerful blast of thick cum blasted her once virgin pussy with his potent seed.
      It felt like her head was coming off as she felt the blast of cum inside her.  She had never felt such a thing, her pussy gripping the thick shaft that split her up the middle, his powerful fingers twisting and yanking hard on her breasts and nipples.  It made her feel so powerless, unleashing another orgasm that crashed to her brain.  The pleasure raced through her body, from her crushed breasts and pinched nipples, to her clit, rubbed raw on the blanket by his powerful thrusts.  Even her anus clenched uncontrollably as if wanting to be impaled by the same cock that split her up the middle.  Everything seem to crash around her, finally succumbing, her body collapsing into a heap on the log, losing consciousness as the thick cock continued to spew its cum inside her.
      Chief Wakara continued to fuck her in spite of her limp body, his cock emptying his heavy balls into her waiting body, wads of hot, thick cum filling her pussy as he held her close to him.  It took long minutes before he was finished, letting her slide down to the floor onto her knees, her pussy leaking out his milky white fluids to puddle between her legs.  He pulled a blanket over her, putting his loin cloth back on.
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      It was dark outside, the inside of the tent lit only by the partial moon peeking through the entryway.  Chief Wakara woke with a start, his hand already on his cock.  A few strokes and it rose to prominence, turning over onto his side until he felt the warm flesh of Belle.  He pulled her ass against him, his cock finding its way between her tight thighs, the massive head shoving aside all resistance until it found the soft folds of her pussy.  She was still wet with his cum, entering her without any trouble.  Her body tightened, her head rising up in surprise.
      She thought she was dreaming, but the pressure between her legs was familiar.  “EEEWWWW,” strong hands pulling her to the side, a single thrust sending over three inches of hard, thick cock inside her.  In spite of being soaked with cum, she still groaned in pain from the unexpected shock.  A virgin this afternoon, he began to fuck her as if she had done this all her life.  Her body was rocked back and forth as his cock reamed her out, taking her with deeper, more powerful thrusts until he was buried deep inside her.  His hands ran all over her body as he fucked her, her tits bouncing up and down, his hand between her legs and playing with her clit until she responded.  One of her hands even slid behind her, unable to get her hand all around the thick girth of his cock, amazed as it slid in and out of her pussy.  How had she taken such a monster inside her?  And why did she cum from it?  She had little time to contemplate it, because his cock and hands were making her cum again, whimpering as the pleasure raced through her body, tightening up her pussy until she felt his cock spew its hot cum inside her.
      Chief Wakara took her twice more that night.  Morning came, admiring the red bush that inspired his lust, now matted with his dried cum.  In spite of that, his cock grew to erection yet again.  He rolled her over, kneeling over her head until her eyes opened.  They grew large as his cock bobbed just inches from her face.  “Lick my cock clean,” his hands on the side of her head forcing her obedience.
      She had no choice, her tongue sticking out between her lips until she felt him press the thick head down on it.  The sudden salty taste invaded her mouth as she tried to accommodate him, afraid he might try to stick that massive cock in her tiny mouth like the outlaws did to Samantha.  She knew her lips would tear, so she tried hard to please him, her tongue finally tired from licking his cock clean.
      “Open your mouth and keep it that way until I’m finished.”  He began to stroke his cock, placing the head on her outstretched tongue.  He rubbed his cock over her face, even dragging his heavy ball sack over her mouth.  It took him ten minutes, but he was not to be denied.  He shot the first load of cum so far in her mouth that she choked as it slid down her throat.  The next two bathed her tongue until it grew thick with his white, milky cum.  She swallowed it without protest.
      Belle could do nothing but obey; the act surreal.  He masturbated his cock on her tongue, covering her face with his balls, the prickly hair scraping across her smooth skin.  It was so close, his cock only an inch from her eyes, the head of his cock opening up and a torrent of white cum shooting out into her willing mouth.  She choked as it slid down her throat unexpectedly, gagging as she was forced to keep her mouth open as he dumped two more loads of cum in her mouth, coating her tongue with a thick layer of crčme.  She swallowed, fighting back the urge as the thick crčme slid slowly down into her gullet.  He finally left her alone, Belle’s body battered by his lust.
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      Captain Iconberry lied to her.  “We couldn’t find her.”  He saw the despair in both of their faces.  “But I am sending one of the men south.  There is a regiment of cavalry that is setting up a fort not far from here.  He will ask them to send out a search party.  I’m sure they will find her and bring her back up north to reunite with us in a few days.”  They had found the Indians village, but knew they were outnumbered.  They watched until they saw her, her red hair easy to spot even from far away.  It didn’t look like they had hurt her, but by the way she was walking they had raped her.  That and she was naked.
      Madison and Samantha grew depressed, afraid they would lose Belle forever.  They had lost Albert, now Belle.  The trip was taking a powerful toll on them, but it was too late to turn back now.  They could only hope for her safe return.
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      The scouts brought news of a large column of bluecoats marching in their direction.  Chief Wakara knew what they were after.  Only the whites would value a woman so highly.  Maybe it was because of her red hair.  No matter what, she wasn’t worth it, his other two wives already growing jealous.  And the novelty of her red hair was already wearing off.
      Belle found herself thrust up on a horse bareback, the sharp slap on the animal’s rump sending it off across the wide open grassland heading to the small hills not far off in the distance.  She didn’t know why, but she never looked back, holding onto the horse tightly, her thighs clenched around the animals body to keep from falling off, her pussy rubbing back and forth over the blanket as she bounced along.  No matter how many times he fucked her, she welcomed him each time, Chief Wakara never failing to make her cum.  It took about an hour until she saw the cloud of dust in the hills, riding toward it, hoping that it wasn’t another tribe of Indians.  She was never so glad when she saw the blue uniform of the army, riding hard to catch them, wanting to feel the safety.
* * *
      “I know it’s her.  I can feel it in my bones.”  Madison saw the dust coming behind her, turning around for some strange reason as if destined to do it.  She pulled the wagon to a halt, yelling to Captain Iconberry to do the same.  Everyone turned to see the Calvary riding swiftly to catch up to them, Madison the first to notice the blazing red hair flying in the wind.  “It’s her.  She’s okay.”
      Samantha and Madison embraced Belle as she jumped off the horse.  “Are you okay?”
      “Yes, they rescued me.  I’ll tell you the rest later, but I’m okay.”  They all thanked the army before they got on the wagon and continued the journey.  The oxen would have to pull them one day, tomorrow they would go back to walking to California, all of them together.
* * *
      Belle recounted her fate to her mother and sister that night while gathered around the fire.  But she left out one part.  The size of Chief Wakara’s cock.  That was her little secret.  That and how he had made her cum so many times, Belle too afraid to say it aloud not even wanting to believe it herself, humiliated that she succumbed to such pleasures of the flesh.  She prayed that night, hoping for forgiveness for her sins.
      

Chapter 7
Cholera Strikes One of Them
      
      
      It became more of a recurring dream for Belle than reality the longer they moved toward their destination.  Even her mother and Samantha had put the outlaw rape behind them, all of them together again, fighting the terrible days and nights as they crossed the mountains into California.  Summer was coming to a close, the trip taking longer than they had expected.  It was September, the higher they went in the mountains, the colder it grew at night.  They were going longer each day while the days were still long, the nights shorter, the three of them growing more tired with each passing day.
      And there was a new danger among the wagon train.  Cholera had struck one of the men, the fast moving disease ravaging his body quickly.  His diarrhea was severe, and in less than a week, he had succumbed to the terrible disease, his body shriveled to half its former self by the rapid dehydration.  They trudged on, hoping they could make the central part of California by next week.
      They were lucky, only one wagon broke down and had to be abandoned, but the rest made the perilous journey across the steep and winding pass through the mountains.  By late afternoon they were going down the mountain, the wide expanse of open land beyond them, Sacramento too far in the distance to see, but expectations were high.
      Belle saw her stumble, rushing over to help her mother up.  “Are you okay, Momma?”  When she saw her face, she knew she wasn’t.  Her face was ashen.  She tried to help her up, but Samantha had to help her.
      “I think its Cholera,” Madison barely able to get the words out.  It had started yesterday, Madison hoping that it was just from being so weary.  Today it grew worse, Madison finally falling down after growing dizzy.
      “Help me get her in the wagon.  We’ll take turns with her.  Tell Captain Iconberry.”  Belle grabbed her hands while Samantha grabbed her legs, laying her carefully in the wagon.
      Madison whispered into Belle’s ear once she was in the wagon.  “Make sure I get plenty of water.  It’s the diarrhea that drains the body dry that will kill me.”  She had seen it with the man that died.  His body wasting away.
      Belle tried to keep her hydrated, but her stomach kept rejecting the water.  Her mother was delirious, Belle knew that it wouldn’t be long if she didn’t find a way to make her retain the water.  She dug it out of her belongings, the leather bag that she had taken from Chief Wakara.  She ground up some of the dried peyote into a powder, putting it into the water.  She let it slowly trickle down into her mother’s mouth, taking over an hour before she got it all in.  Belle recognized the signs, a look of bliss passing over her mother’s face as the powerful drug took over her body.  But the fluids did not come back up.
      Captain Iconberry went to the back of the train.  “Belle, there is a small monastery ahead.  How is your mother?”
      “She’s not any better or any worse.  I’m worried about her.  The trip is hard enough when well, much more difficult in her condition.”  The peyote had helped to put the water in her body, but the diarrhea was still draining her body as fast as she could hydrate it.
      “Do you want me to see if they can help her?”  So far no one else had succumbed to the disease and Captain Iconberry wanted to keep it that way.  “We are not more than two days from Sacramento.  If they can help, you should be able to tie up with another wagon train passing through as soon as your mother is well enough to get to Sacramento.  The hardest part of the trip is behind you.”
      Belle agreed, Captain Iconberry riding off to the monastery in the distance.  He came back within three hours with good news.  “The Priests are more than willing to take the three of you in.  They have experience with treating settlers passing through that are diseased.  There are three priests that run the monastery with a small group of Mexicans that tend to their small fields.  You’ll be in good hands.”
      “Thank God,” Belle cried out in praise.  While Samantha was not as enthusiastic in the healing of the Lord, she agreed for the sake of her mother.  They pulled the wagon up to the monastery.  Belle was expecting something different than what greeted her.  Three priests were waiting for them, helping to carry her mother into the monastery.  One of them was older, probably late forties, but the other two were barely thirty years old.  She was used to Priests that were sixty years old, never thinking that they were once young.
      “I am Father John.”  He was the elder of the monastery, having been there for over twenty years.  “This is Father Mathew and Father Samuel.”
      “Samantha and my sister Belle.  My mother is Madison.”  Samantha looked at them, hoping that they would be able to save her mother.  She had already lost her father, not wanting to lose her mother also.  “Can you help her?”
      “I think so.  We have had many cases of Cholera pass through.  Some we have been able to help, some the Lord took from us.”  Father John had already checked Madison.  For someone with Cholera, she was doing extremely well, not sure what the girls had done to rid her body of the disease.  “Who has been taking care of her?”
      “I have, trying to keep the fluids in her.  Is that the right thing to do?”  Belle was afraid that she had done the wrong thing.
      “Yes, you did well.”  Belle seemed to have a knack about her; Father John would later inquire of her methods.  Her mother, while in good condition, almost seemed to be in a coma, her body peaceful and relaxed.  “I will show you to your rooms.  It is quite safe here, so you do not have to worry about your safety.  The danger is gone from your trip.  Once your mother is well, I can arrange passage to Sacramento for the three of you.”
      Father Mathew showed Samantha to her room.  “I’m sorry that it is so sparsely furnished, but the Lord only gives us the necessities in life.  We worship the Lord each night in the small chapel.  Services are in the main church on Sunday, but we do not require our guests to abide by our customs or religion.  It is strictly voluntary.  Are you religious, Samantha?”  He already knew the answer; he could see it in her questioning eyes.
      “No, Father Mathew, I am not.  This trip has only diminished my faith in the Lord, my father taken from us early on, misfortune befalling us again and again.”
      “Many fall in and out of the favor of the Lord on their trip through life.  We only hope to inspire you to do the Lord’s work, we don’t force you.  We will honor your belief or disbelief.  But we are here if you need us.”  Father Mathew left her alone, but his eyes scanned her youthful body, a stirring in his loins, but it was the other daughter that inspired him, the redhead like her mother.
      “This is your room, Belle,” Father Mathew escorted Belle down the hall to the rooms on the other side of the monastery, away from her mother and sister.  A place that would be more private.  For the priests saw something in her eyes that the other sister did not possess.  “I hope you will be comfortable, the Lord gives us few luxuries.  We are here to serve the Lord.”
      “Thank you, Father Mathew.”  Belle felt embarrassed by the way she was looking at Father Mathew, still not able to completely fathom that a priest could be so young.  Or handsome.  The long, brown robe hid most of his body, but she could tell by his face that he was trim, his hands powerful.  The other two priests were the same way, even Father John.
      Father John stood in the doorway.  “May I speak to Belle alone, Father Mathew?”  He left quickly, nodding to Belle as he did.
      “Is something wrong?”  Belle was scared, afraid her mother had taken a turn for the worse.
      “No, nothing like that, Belle.  Sit down.”  He sat in the chair across from her, their knees almost touching.  She was a beautiful girl, just like her mother.  They had put her mother into bed, undressing her, admiring her naked body before they covered her up.  Their eyes were drawn to the dense red bush between her legs.  Their celibacy was dictated by lack of opportunity, not of desire.  And now it looks like the Lord had delivered them a new opportunity.  “May I ask what you administered to your mother?”
      Did she do wrong in giving her mother the Peyote?  She searched his eyes but finally answered truthfully.  “I think it’s called Peyote.”
      “Yes, I have heard of it from some of the Indians that pass through.  How did you get it?”  He had never tried it, but some of the Mexican laborers in the monastery took it.  They said it gave them deep insight into themselves, their bodies almost going into a trance where they could seek out inner peace and tranquility.
      “I was captured by the Ute’s.  I was finally let go because the Calvary was approaching to rescue me.  I took it before I left.  My mother couldn’t keep the water I gave her down so I mixed some of the Peyote in the water and was able to trickle it down her throat.  She became very relaxed, making it easier for her to take the fluids.”  She hoped she did the right thing.  “Was I wrong?”
      “No, no, you did good.  In fact, you probably saved her.  Cholera kills because the body gets so dehydrated that the organs dry up.  Your mother is not past the point of recovery yet, but you kept her alive so that we may help her.  Do you have more of the Peyote?”
      “Just a little.  Should I continue to give it to her?”
      “Yes and we will also administer to her.  Together with the Lord’s help we will bring her through this crisis.”  Father John put his hands on her knees.  “Did the Indians hurt you?”
      Her eyes welled up, Belle trying to fight back the tears, her humiliation still in the back of her mind no matter how much she tried to put it away.  “The Chief raped me.  Repeatedly.  I was a virgin up to that time.”
      “It is not your fault, child,” Father John gripping her knees tighter.
      He was touching her and she felt a stirring between her legs.  How shameful, having an orgasm while being raped, now aroused by a Priest.  What had she become?  “Yes it is, Father.  I came each time he raped me.  I have sinned before the Lord.”
      “The Lord will forgive you, Belle.  Are you religious?”
      “Yes, Father John.  This trip has been costly to my family.  My father was killed by outlaws, my mother and sister raped by the same outlaws.  I was taken by Indians and raped and now my mother has fallen with Cholera.  But each time I become stronger religiously.  I know I just have to work harder for the Lord.”  She began to cry, Father John standing up, pulling her close to him to comfort her.
      “There will be penitence for you, Belle, but we can help you atone.  You seem to have a knack with healing.  Our last nun died at the ripe age of sixty, and we have not had the help or compassion that only a female can give to three priests and the desperate travelers that prevail upon us.  We worship privately each night in the chapel next door.  We would welcome you to join us in serving in the Lord’s work.  And ours.”
      Her head was pushed into his lap, Belle trying to put out of her mind the hard cock that seemed to be pressed up against her cheek.  Her mind should be on serving the Lord and helping her mother.  “I would be honored to serve you.  I am yours.”  She felt him moving, rubbing up against her, but she felt secure and safe.
      Belle helped the Priests administer to her mother the next day, Belle making sure that Madison got the Peyote.  She wasn’t losing any weight, which is a good sign.  Samantha looked in on both of them often, but stayed out of Belle’s way.
      Father John came to get Belle for private prayer after dinner, Samantha staying in her room as the sun began to fall.  They entered the sparsely furnished chapel, a small altar covered in purple velvet beneath the large wooden cross that spiraled up to the ceiling.  A row of pews were before the altar, more of a kneeling bench, a rail in the front to cross your hands in prayer.
      “Kneel down between us, Belle.  We will pray for absolution for you and ask the Lord what you can do in penitence for your transgressions.”  Father John kneeled next to her, his hip against hers, feeling the heat from her body.  She was wearing a thin dress, her breasts dangling so deliciously down as she bent over.
      Fathers Mathew and Samuel took their time, admiring the pert ass that thrust up so conveniently, her thighs primly clamped together.  Their cocks hardened at the thought of Belle administering to their comfort.  They kneeled next to Belle, Father Mathew the lucky one to rub up against her as he kneeled.  They began to pray, none louder than Belle, asking for the Lord’s forgiveness, begging for acts of contrition to atone for her sins.
      They prayed for over two hours, the Priests so close that she felt their bodies rubbing up against her.  She had a hard time concentrating, wanting forgiveness for the evil thoughts in her mind, but new ones involving the Priests near her continued to disturb her.  She didn’t do anything when she felt a hand on her back, low down, making her jump at the unexpected touch.  It slid down, agonizingly slow as it moved down her lower back to the gentle swell of her buttocks.  It was Father Mathew, but she did nothing to stop it.  It was the Lord’s will and her redemption to serve the Priests that were going to save her mother from an untimely death.  The fingers became more urgent as his hand clutched one of her round cheeks, never stopping, clenching on her flesh as she continued to pray loudly, sometimes her voice breaking as the fingers danced so close to the crack in her firm, round buttocks.  All she could remember was the way the Doctor slid his cock up her ass and made her pleasure him in the way of Sodom and Gomorra.  One finger tickled up and down her crack, passing over her clenched anus, the thin dress doing little to stop the feelings from his finger.  It was another hour before they finished, Belle barely able to stand, her legs numb from kneeling.  But the fact that her panties were soaked was what troubled her.  Here she was praying for forgiveness and instead she was being aroused.
      “You’re not getting sick are you, Belle?  You look flushed.”  Father John saw her pink face.  He knew that Father Mathew had taken liberties with her body as she prayed, her voice breaking up under the strain too many times to be accidental.
      “No, Father.”  She rushed off to her room, throwing off her clothes and getting under the scratchy blanket.  She willed her hands not to touch her pussy in spite of the increased arousal.  She had to fight the evil that grew in her body.
* * *
      Belle and Samantha were glad to see that their mother looked better.  She was drinking a soup broth, though she still looked dazed, Belle still administering the Peyote to her in spite of her changing spirits.  She wanted to be sure that she was recovering before she stopped.  Father John had given her more Peyote, one of his Mexican workers finding it without much trouble.
      “You should join us in prayer, Samantha.”  Belle hoped that their mother’s recovery would make Samantha more open to religion and the Priests’ redemption.
      “I’m sorry, Belle.  Too much has happened to us.  I have lost my way with the Lord.  But I understand your needs and will support you any way you desire.”  Samantha didn’t know what she wanted in life, but hoped that she would find it in Sacramento.
      Prayers ran even longer tonight, Belle praying louder, Father Samuel’s hand running over her ass sooner.  She had a hard time concentrating.  Then she felt another hand on her other cheek, this one running over her flesh just as urgently.  She didn’t have to look to realize that it was Father John.  His hand moved lower, down her over her hip until she felt his calloused hand on her bare ankle.  Then it moved up, but under her dress, rubbing on her naked flesh as it moved up the back of her leg.  Fingers pressed into her naked thigh, digging into her flesh painfully until she obeyed, her knee shuffling to one side, opening up her legs to the questing hand.
      “Thank you, Lord,” Father John able to freely explore the smooth, silky thigh of the young girl next to him.  He hadn’t felt such soft skin in over a decade, the nun accommodating but in her later years.
      “Grant me my wishes, Lord,” Father Samuel prayed loudly, his finger tickling along the crack of her ass, her cheeks tightening.  With his words her cheeks relaxed, his fingers able to explore the deep crevice that excited his cock.
      It suddenly came to her as a revelation.  The Lord worked in strange and mysterious ways.  His servants were calling out to the Lord, and he was responding to their pleas.  She could atone for her sins by administering to the needs of the Priests.  And right now they needed her.  She relaxed her cheeks, feeling the fingers slide down between her cheeks, running over her anus, the tiny hole clenching in response to the touch.  The other hand casually ran up and down her naked thigh, moving higher up, closer to her pussy.  She felt the wetness between her legs as it teased so close, the other hand sliding up and down her crack, each time going lower toward her pussy.  Priests had needs.  She spread her legs wider, opening her body up to their hands.  They continued to rub her body for twenty minutes, Belle finding her pussy drenched in her juices now that she concentrated on fulfilling the desires of the Priests.
      Father John saw a sudden difference in Belle.  She was willingly participating, her legs spreading wider to allow him greater access to her body.  And his fingers teased her crotch, the tips of his fingers finding her panties wet.  And her body was relaxed, open to his fondling hand, allowing him access to all of her body.  He was sad that prayers were over, but he was not finished.  “Stay Belle.”  He dismissed Fathers Samuel and Mathew, seeing the disappointment in Father Samuel’s eyes.  But it wasn’t his eyes that were disappointed; like Father John, it was his cock that needed administering to and he would test Belle to see how accommodating she would be.
      Belle stayed kneeling.  She had an idea that she would soon learn to administer to Father John.  Although he was as old as her father was, he had needs and it was the Lord’s will that she administer to them.  No matter how.  She had already lost her virginity.
      Father John waited until they closed the door to the chapel, the candles flickering in the darkness.  He moved in front of the pews, placing himself in front of Belle.  He looked down at her, her head still bowed in prayer.  His hand pressed under her chin until she looked up at him, his cock hard as her lips parted gently, her eyes opened wide in expectations, already imagining Belle’s lips wrapped around his cock.
      “I’m sorry, Father John.  My body betrays me.  What can I do to atone?”
      “Yes, child.  Your body does make my cock hard.  I will not take your womanhood though, not wanting to make you with child.  But you have other ways of satisfying my lust.  Use your mouth to satisfy me.”
      Belle hadn’t ever taken a cock in her mouth, then her thoughts returned to that day with Chief Wakara.  The last time he masturbated in her face, making her stick her tongue out until he came on her tongue.  And then forced her to swallow it.  This would be different, but the result would be the same, her mouth receiving the seed.  She needed no further encouragement, her hands fumbling with his robe until she figured out how to get underneath it.  She pulled it up, surprised that he wore nothing beneath it.  Her hands found his cock, ashamed that it was so hard, her body tempting the Lord’s holiest servant.  She pulled his robe up high until he grabbed it and held it out of the way.  Her fingers curled around the shaft, small compared to the monster that Chief Wakara had, but much larger than the Doctor’s.  Though she had been fucked in her pussy and her ass, she had never really had a chance to study one this close and personal.  She looked at it in detail, the helmet on the end, bigger than the shaft, a darker red with a lip underneath it.  The shaft was covered with rich, blue veins that bulged out.  She gazed lower, down where the shaft began to be hidden by his wiry hair, the dark hair curled and coarse.  Down below hung a large sack, his balls tucked hidden in it, the feeling of Chief Wakara’s balls slapping hard against her popping into her mind.  She felt the flesh beneath her fingers jerk, her finger tightening on it as she sought to control it.  It seemed to have a mind of its own.
      She was examining it as though she had never seen one before.  She had said that the Indians had raped her.  Maybe she needed some help.  He was ready to instruct her when her other hand clutched his balls so tentatively as though she was afraid of breaking them.  Her fingers held his shaft tight, her other hand clenched on his balls.
      She clenched her hand and felt the twin balls inside the bag. She squeezed tighter, the elusive balls moving around inside as if they were trying to avoid her touch.  She gripped more of his ball sack, her fingers clenching, trapping the twin balls in her grip. He moaned when she tightened on them, releasing them, afraid she hurt him.
      “No, don’t be scared.  They are tender, but they enjoy your touch.”  Father John was pleased when she squeezed them again, his cock jumping with her touch.  “Yes, like that.”
      Belle wet her lips, running her tongue all over them until they glistened.  She moved her head closer to his cock, Father John doing the same until it was only an inch from her mouth.  And then she blew on it, not knowing why until she felt it jerk and shudder in her hand.  She blew again, Father John enjoying her hot breath on his cock.  The tip of his cock grew wet, glistening in the flickering candle light.  She ran her fingertip over the tip, finding the fluid hot and sticky, pulling her finger away, a string of fluid stuck from his cock to her finger until it finally broke.  She put her finger in her mouth, licking the fluid from it, the salty, thick taste signaling her brain.
      She was so sexy that he could hardly stand it.  Just the way she wet her lips, his cock only inches from them.  And the way she sucked her finger, his cum on the tip going into her mouth, her tongue licking it off.  He could hardly wait to feel her lips around his cock but instead she blew on his cock again, sending his cock almost into spasms from the unexpected pleasure.  He had to restrain himself from grabbing her head and shoving his cock into her mouth.
      She licked it first, her hand having to hold it tight the first time her tongue touched the head.  It was so hot, the flesh almost feeling like it was burning her tongue.  The salty taste filled her mouth as she ran her tongue just beneath the head, rimming the helmet all around.  She took a broad swipe across the head, another drop of his seed flowing freely from the tiny hole in the center.  She opened her mouth wide, moving forward until she was sure that her lips were engulfing the head.  She then closed her mouth until she felt her lips touch his cock, sliding just beneath the head to trap it in her tightly clenched lips.  She had the head trapped in her mouth, her hand holding it tight as she felt it leaping in her hand.  Her tongue ran over it, taking a broad swipe over the head as her lips kept it trapped.  She felt his seed shoot into her mouth.
      He couldn’t believe the pleasure that her mouth was giving him.  Her lips were so tight, gripping it like a pussy would.  And her tongue continued to move over the trapped head, lapping at it as Father John struggled to contain his lust.  “EEEWWW,” his hips shooting forward, his sphincter tightening as he tried to contain the orgasm that was building in him.  He felt the premature ejection in her mouth, struggling hard to keep it from ejecting again, his cock still remaining hard and erect.  “Continue, you excited me too much, but I managed to contain myself.”
      She felt the hot crčme fill her mouth, afraid she had made him cum too soon, but his cock remained hard.  Her hand began to slide up and down his shaft, her head moving down the shaft, taking it deeper into her mouth, her tongue never idle as it bathed the head and shaft with her spit.  It felt as if it was growing in her mouth, filling it, just as Chief Wakara’s cock had filled her pussy.  She looked up at him, seeing the pleasure in his eyes as she sucked his cock deep into her mouth.  His hands slid to her head, guiding her back and forth on his cock, each time pushing it deeper into her mouth.  Her other hand slid down and grabbed his balls, milking them as she sought to suck the cum from his balls.
      Father John wouldn’t last long, her hot mouth and hands doing the Lord’s miraculous work.  She looked at him, his cock jerking as he saw her lips engulfing his shaft, sliding up and down the slick shaft.  She pulled it almost out of her mouth, her lips gripping it tightly beneath the head as her tongue rimmed it again.  Then she plunged her mouth back down, so deep that she gagged as it banged hard against the back of her mouth.  That failed to dampen her enthusiasm, sucking his cock with all the energy and vigor that she could muster, eager to please him.  Father John tried to hold out as long as he could, tightening his muscles when her tongue brought him to the edge of his orgasm, holding her head still until he felt it go away, encouraging her again to bring him back to life.
      His hands were guiding her, Belle obeying, stopping when he pinched her head tight, drawing his cock deep in her mouth when he moved her head up and down.  The few times she gagged and choked, she continued, anything to please him.  His balls slapped against her chin with each thrust in, her lips tightening as he drew his cock out, her cheeks caving in as she tried to suck the life out of him.  Five minutes he fought the orgasm that she kept inducing in him; finally he succumbed to her eager mouth.
      He couldn’t and wouldn’t wait any longer.  He pulled her down on his cock, her tongue never stopped moving, dancing all over his cock as his balls tingled.  He felt the cum shooting up, his cock head expanding in her mouth.  “AAAAWWWW,” not caring who heard him as he came hard in her mouth.  It had been a long time and never this good before.  He felt the hole in the head of his cock expand and shoot out a ropey load of cum in her mouth.  She choked as the powerful jet shot down in her mouth and some ran down into her throat.  It only encouraged him more, another load of cum already racing up his cock to fill her cheeks with his abundant seed.  He pumped his hips, his cock sliding in and out her lips, her mouth trying to contain the white crčme that spilled from the corner of her mouth and dribble down her chin.  Another load of pent up demand filled her mouth, Father John watching her throat bobbing as she tried to swallow some of the abundant cum that filled her mouth to overflowing.
      She was so proud of herself, Father John unleashing a torrent of cum in her mouth.  Even some of it shooting down her throat, making her choke couldn’t dampen her enthusiasm.  He continued to pull her head back and forth on his spewing cock, her mouth filling with the thick, hot cum.  She couldn’t contain it all, dribbling down her chin as she swallowed hard to get the thick crčme down into her gullet.  She couldn’t believe all of his cum, just like Chief Wakara, her mouth wasn’t big enough to contain it all.  She gulped and gulped, her stomach growing warm as it filled with his hot crčme.  Finally his hands eased up on her head, his cock softening in her mouth, Belle licking it before it slid out, sliding down her chin, leaving a trail where the slick flesh had been.  She released his balls, kneeling back as he allowed his robe to cover his cock.  She wiped her mouth with her fingers, ready to wipe it on her dress.  Father John was watching her so instead she put her fingers in her mouth and bathed them clean.  “Thank you, Father John, for allowing me to serve the Lord and you.”  She felt better already.
      His lust satisfied, Father John quickly left her alone.
      Belle went back to her room, taking off her clothes and climbing into bed naked.  The scratchy blanket on her naked flesh made her feel like she was suffering for her sins.  It couldn’t have been more than twenty minutes when she heard the door of her room opening, thinking it was Father John she sat up.  The light from the hallway backlit the figure in the door.  She could tell by the shape it wasn’t Father John, it was a youthful figure, either Father Samuel or Mathew.
      “Don’t be afraid,” Father Mathew’s voice breaking the quiet of the room.  He stepped in, Belle sitting up in the bed.  The blanket fell, slipping down, leaving her breasts naked in the dim light.  He could make out the dark nipples surrounded by the largest areolas he had ever seen.  And they were so firm, barely a sag in them in spite of their size.  She made no attempt to cover them, not ashamed to being half naked as he ogled her with his eyes.
      “I’m not.  I know what you want.”  She didn’t have to see beneath his robes to know that his cock needed ministration.  His hands had roamed over her body for two days without relief.  “You have needs, just like any man.  I can help you.”  He lit a candle in the room, then two, her naked breasts brightly lit by the flickering light.
      “Take off the blanket.  Let my tired eyes feast on such a Godly delight.”  She didn’t hesitate, throwing off the blankets, his eyes drawn to the thick patch of red hair between her legs.  Just like her mother’s.  He took her blanket and placed it on the floor next to her bed.  “Kneel and praise my staff.”
      She kneeled on the hard floor, the blanket doing little to cushion her knees.  She was naked, Father Samuel drinking in her body, from her breasts down to her sex, kneeling with her legs slightly spread so he could gaze upon her treasures.  “Do you want my mouth?”
      Father Mathew threw off his robe hastily, his lust needing satisfaction.  “Yes, please me with your mouth and tongue.  Until I cum in your mouth.”  He stepped forward until he felt a soft, warm hand engulf his cock, tiny fingers curling around his shaft.
      “I am here to serve you in whatever manner you want.  I give my body to the Lord to be used by his vessels.”  She licked the head of his cock, her hand holding the head tight, knowing from her experience with Father John that it would jerk and shudder from the first touch of her tongue.  She needed no encouragement or guidance, learning quickly from what pleased Father John.  Her lips engulfed the head of his cock, Father Mathew’s cock feeling much harder, almost like iron.  Her lips glided up and down the shaft, her tongue tiring as it raced over the cock in her mouth, but she never stopped, intent on pleasing him to the best of her ability.  Her hands found his balls, gripping them gently, then squeezing them harder when her mouth began to suck his cock into the hot depths of her mouth.
      She was a natural, her lips so tight as they slid up his shaft, her tongue lashing out at the head of his cock until he leaked his precious seed in her mouth.  Her head glided up and down, each time taking more of his cock in her mouth, sucking it hard before releasing it.  Her head bobbed up and down as he struggled to keep his orgasm from overcoming his body.  He didn’t have to do anything as she serviced his every desire.  Except for one.  After ten minutes of constant sucking, Father Mathew fighting the urge to cum too many times, he was finally ready to succumb to her talented mouth.  “Stick a finger up my ass.  Then make me cum in your mouth.”  His hips shot forward when he felt her finger probing his anus.  She teased the tiny hole, running it around the edge, the follicles of hairs resonating down to his balls.  His body was tense, waiting for the inevitable.  He groaned when her finger breached his asshole, sinking slowly into his rectum, twisting and turning as it pressed hard on his clenching muscles that fought to keep his finger out.  His cock banged into her throat, a gag forcing her mouth open, the head of his cock entering the tight confines of her throat.  That was all he could stand.  The finger in his asshole probed him deep, his cock buried in the tightest throat he had ever felt, and now her tongue and mouth urging the cum from his balls.  “EEEWWHHHHHH,” he screamed out as he unleashed his cum deep into her throat.  He could feel her throat muscles rippling up and down the head of his cock as he came in her, but she didn’t move, accepting his torrid cum in her throat.  His sphincter clenched on the invading finger, pulling his cock from her throat so he could bathe her tongue with his precious seed.  His cock jerked in her mouth, her tongue running over the head as he shot a second powerful load into the depths of her mouth.  Her hands pumped his cock just as he would have done until it dragged up a third and final load of cum into her hot, waiting mouth.
      She gulped the thick fluid down, a second time filling her stomach until it rumbled.  She felt his cock shrinking, removing her finger from his asshole, feeling the muscles clenching as if they didn’t want her finger to leave.  She bathed his cock clean, Father Mathew putting his robe back on.  “Thank you for the honor of servicing your needs.”  For the second time tonight she felt her life had purpose.  She got back into bed, but she didn’t even shut her eyes.  She knew she had more of the Lord’s work to do before she could sleep.  She let the candles burn, laying on the bed naked, staring at the door as if willing it to open.  It finally creaked open, Father Samuel walking into the room.
      Father Samuel was surprised that she was naked on the bed.  He knew that she had already pleased Father John and Father Mathew, but didn’t expect her to be this willing.
      “I’ve been waiting for you, Father Samuel.  I am ready to fulfill your needs.”  What would Father Samuel want that the others didn’t?  She was learning that each man wanted a different experience.  She was ready to fulfill whatever they desired from her.
      “Sit up in the bed.”  He stared at her naked body.  Her legs were clenched tightly together in front of her, but her naked breasts were thrust out as if to tease him.  “Spread you legs.  Show me the treasures that the Lord has given you.”  She did without shame or hesitation, bringing her knees up and bowing out her legs.  He stared between her legs, first at her fiery red bush, then as her pussy lips peeled back when she spread her legs to the soft skin of her inner lips, pink and wet with desire.  He took off his robe, standing there looking at her naked body while his hand causally stroked his cock.  “Spread your lips farther apart.  Show me the secrets inside you.”
      She had a hard time gripping her pussy lips, the flesh so wet, Belle excited by the Priests’ attention to her body.  She felt her pussy ache as she pulled too hard, but Father Samuel was staring so intently that she hated to not fulfill his wishes.  She shuddered from her own touch when she obeyed his next command, pinching the head of her clit until her pleasure button was large and red, swollen with blood from her pinching fingers.  She was almost ready to cum before he ordered her again.
      “On your hands and knees.”  She turned over, Father Samuel watching her naked body as she did.  “Put your head down, your pretty rump high up into the air.”  He moved closer, bringing a candle with him.  “Spread your legs so I may see you better.”  She obeyed until her cheeks parted, the crack of her ass disappearing, the tiny anus peeking out.
      She thought he was looking at her pussy from behind, but then she felt the heat of the candle behind her.  It wasn’t between her legs that caught his gaze, but between her cheeks, her anus clenching uncontrollably as he moved the candle too close to the sensitive hole, feeling like a branding iron was being shoved up her backside.  But she dared not move; it was her destiny to serve the Lord in this manner.
      He came around to stand in front of her, lifting up her head.  “Please me with your mouth.  And I want you to take me in your throat.”  He saw the look in her eyes, but she still opened her mouth wide, taking in his cock until she swallowed half of it before she stopped.  His hands moved to the side of her head, but he didn’t need to.  She took him in her throat without hesitation in spite of the choking and gagging.  Her eyes watered up until tiny tears ran down her freckled cheeks, but her mouth took all of his rod into her mouth and down her throat.  And she held it there until he nudged her head, pulling out his cock until it was only in her mouth.  She began to suck him taking him with broad strokes with her mouth, her tongue still tired but relentless in playing all over his cock.  And when he nudged her head again, she didn’t hesitate to take him down her throat, all the while choking and gagging her throat muscles rippling up and down his thick head.
      She sucked him for over twenty minutes, longer than the other two, his stamina much better.  And every five minutes or so he wanted her throat, Belle complying in spite of her stomach turning each time she choked.  She held it there, her throat burning until he responded, Belle letting it slip from her throat, her mouth and tongue ready to bring him to orgasm.  He came, but he came on her face, Belle sticking out her tongue as her hand glided up and down his cock, aiming the tiny hole in the head at her face, blinking as it surprised her nonetheless when it shot its ropey white crčme on her smooth skin.  It felt so much hotter on her cheeks, slowly running down as her hands pumped two more loads of cum onto her face and finally on her chin.  She released his cock when she felt it shrinking.  He rubbed it over her other cheek, leaving a string of cum where it trailed over her skin.  She had no hesitation of scooping up the cum with her fingers and pushing it in her mouth, her tongue snaking out to gather what it could.  It filled her mouth, swallowing, her stomach gurgling loudly as it filled with the Priest’s cum.  She finally got back into bed, this time pulling on the blanket, falling into a peaceful sleep.  She was content in doing the Lord’s work.
      She awoke the next day, a new sense of purpose.  Not only were the Priests in a better mood, but her mother’s eyes opened for the first time, whispered words from her mouth.  “You’re better, Momma.”  She hugged her mother, rushing off to find Samantha and tell her the good news.  At prayers tonight she thanked each of the priests for saving her mothers life.  First with a hug, then with her mouth, taking each one, pleasing them in their particular way while the others waited patiently for their turn.
      They stayed two more days while their mother gained her strength.  The Priests made arrangements for one of the Mexican laborers to drive their wagon with them to Sacramento.
      “You seem different, Belle.  Or is it my imagination?”  Madison could see a difference in her, though she wasn’t sure if it was always there, or just because she was so thankful to be alive that she seemed different.
      “No, Momma, the same girl, just glad you are back and our trip is almost over.  In two days we will be in Sacramento, ready to start a new life.”  Belle was already wondering what she would do once they got to Sacramento.
      They rode into Sacramento as if they were the first to cross the country.  It was an accomplishment for them, but it had its price.  Not only did they lose their father and husband, but they had suffered dearly, raped and ravished.  But they held their heads up high.
      They settled in, selling off the wagon and oxen, staying at the rooming house until they could find a small house.  Sacramento was a far cry from Wilmington, Ohio.  It was still the Wild West.  The streets were dirt, and when it rained, it was covered in thick black mud.  First Street was lined with saloons, gambling halls and stores that catered to mostly the men; women, or at least single women, scarce.  And around the corner from First Street were the bordellos, girls that would provide the companionship that men craved and gold could afford.  The church was on the outskirts of town, away from the bad element, or maybe it was the bad element that wanted to be away from the church.  And so the three women from Ohio began their new life, all in different ways.

Epilogue
“Doctor Stevens”
      
      
      Doctor Stevens went to Independence, but after seeing it, he decided that the West was where he should be.  Even at his age there were much more opportunities and little competition.  It wasn’t that he would be missed in Independence, at least four other Doctors hanging up their shingle on Main Street.  He managed to get a stagecoach the next day, hooking up with a Calvary regiment that was moving west to set up a fort for the rest of the trip.  He sought out Sacramento, a shortage of Doctors and an abundance of gold making it the ideal place.  Doctors were desperately needed out West and the Major got the added benefit of having a Doctor to take care of his troopers as they marched West.
      He found a storefront near the less desirable part of the town, but that was where his clientele would come from, mainly taking care of broken bones from bar fights and gunshot wounds.  He was there for three weeks and still unable to find a nurse, a shortage of women in the town, and the ones that were available didn’t relish nursing back to health the riff-raff that came into his office.
      And then suddenly he got lucky one day, a perfect candidate seeing the sign in his window.  She didn’t have much experience, but she had the desire and the bedside manner necessary to keep his patients at bay.  Middle aged and a widower; she would not leave for the first miner with a pocketful of gold nuggets.  He hired her on the spot, starting the next day.  She had worked all week, two gunshot wounds, four bar fights and numerous other injuries kept them busy all week.  It was now Friday night, Doctor Stevens ready to close up for the day.  He still had one more requirement for his new nurse, hoping that she would be agreeable to the arrangement.
* * *
      Madison was so excited, blurting out the news to Samantha and Belle as she ran in the door of the boarding house.  “I got a job.”  She was so excited.  After a week of roaming through the town, finding too many jobs less than desirable, more like taking care of the sexual needs of the men than anything else.  Ever since her miraculous recovery from Cholera, she felt she was destined to help others.  Then she saw it as if the sign was searching her out.  She went in, grabbing the sign from the window as if she already had the job and convinced the Doctor that she was the nurse he desperately needed in spite of her lack of experience.  Not surprised, he hired her that day.
      Belle’s eyes opened wide in disbelief when she heard the news.  It couldn’t be.  Nurse to Doctor Stevens?  But her mother described him perfectly.  Somehow he had changed his mind and come out West, even beating them out here.  Belle had been looking for something, but still had not found it or even sure what she was searching for.  Samantha did the same, disappearing all day, to return at night with the look of despair on her face.  It was good that at least one of them had found what they were looking for.
      Madison already found a small house on the outskirts of town, putting a down payment on it, Doctor Stevens guaranteeing a bank loan for the balance.  They had already moved in their belongings Thursday, Madison feeling like she was home.  In spite of missing Albert.
* * *
      “Just one more thing, Madison.  My nurse is too important to me and with the wide assortment of diseases and injuries that come through the door each week it is important that you remain healthy.”  Doctor Stevens pulled down the shades of the windows.
      “Yes, Doctor Stevens, I agree.  I will do everything I can to stay health.”
      “I require that you have a complete physical examination each week.  I would feel responsible if you fell ill because of me.”  Doctor Stevens’ cock was already hard.  He knew that Belle was Madison’s daughter.  Like mother, like daughter, hoping that Madison would be as willing to accommodate his weekly needs.  It wasn’t as if there were any other doctors in town that she could go to work for, and he did guarantee her bank loan.  He hoped she would be obliging.
      It sounded like a perfectly reasonable request, but she got a shiver up her spine when he said it.  A complete physical.  That would require him seeing her naked.  She realized that he saw many women that way, but they were not her.  And each week.
      “That’s not a problem, is it, Madison?”  He made his voice sound like that if it was, then maybe her employment would not continue.
      “No, Sir,” Madison finally agreeing.
      “Do you have time now?  I think Friday after we close would be a convenient time.”  His cock needed relief now and Madison would soon provide it.
      He’s just a doctor, like any other doctor.  A bit old, but harmless.  That is what she kept telling herself as she went into the exam room, sitting on the table.
      It only took a couple of minutes before he had the top of her dress down, her breasts bare.  He pressed the cold stethoscope on one of her nipples, a gasp from Madison’s lips and the sudden hardness of the brown tip.  His hand cradled the full breast as he ran the stethoscope over her breasts, listening to her heartbeat as it began to speed up.  His fingers played over her nipples, teasing them erect, squeezing them as he tested them.
      She couldn’t stop her nipples from becoming hard, first the cold stethoscope making them that way, then his fingers teasing back and forth over them, testing them.  She dreaded the next part, not so much of being naked in front of him, but she was sure that his fingers on her nipples had made her wet, and he would soon discover her shame.  She stretched out on the table on her back, naked, her dress and undergarments now on the chair.  He stood over her.  She closed her eyes, her body tense as she waited for his touch on her.
      Like her daughter, Doctor Stevens’ eyes were fixed on her flaming red bush, just as dense as Belle’s.  He moved to the end of the table at her feet.  He gripped her ankles and spread her legs, her body submitting reluctantly, her legs stiff as he spread her open, pushing her legs back until they bent, bowing them out until her pussy began to spread open.  He released her legs and she didn’t move.  He moved to her side.  “Relax now,” his voice low and gentle as his fingers touched her pussy.  She jumped from his touch, but she didn’t close her legs, keeping her self open for his examination.  And exam her he did, his fingers touching her pussy in meticulous detail, surprised to find her pussy wet.  He spread her lips wide, her pink insides glistening in the bright lamp, his finger running up and down her slit.  He began to notice a slight movement of her hips as his fingers explored her.  His fingers moved down to the dark, mysterious hole.  “I’m going to enter you.  Relax.”  He didn’t give her a chance to protest, one finger finding her pussy hot and moist, pushing in, her hips shooting up in response, a gasp from her lips.  He rotated his finger insider her before pulling it back out, but two fingers entered her, spreading them inside her as he tested her resiliency.  The two fingers became three, finding her growing wetter the longer they moved inside her.  Her legs bowed out wider, opening herself up to his probing, her eyes clenched tight as if she could hide her feelings.
      It had been months since a man had touched her and that was the rape by the outlaws.  Doctor Stevens’ fingers were gentle, too gentle, Madison fighting the urges that raced through her body.  A Doctor knew a woman’s body better then she did, and he was proving it now, Madison unable to withstand the gentle probing that was now bordering on masturbation.  “EEEEGGG,” she couldn’t contain her cry of pleasure as one finger moved up to her clit, finding her pleasure button and gently rubbing it as three fingers continued to move in and out of her pussy, the sound of her wet pussy shaming her.
      “Are you enjoying this, Madison?  It is nothing to be ashamed of, it’s a natural reaction.”  His fingers continued to play with her body.
      “I’m so humiliated, Doctor Stevens.  It’s been a long time since my husband died.”  His fingers continued to play with her body even as he talked to her.  She was afraid that she would cum soon if he kept it up.  Suddenly he stopped.  Then she felt her legs being rolled up higher, back until she felt her ass rising up from the table.
      Doctor Stevens pushed her legs back until they were almost over her head, her ass rising up from the table until the crack in her ass was gone and only the tiny hole of her anus was visible.  The tiny wrinkled brown hole winked at him, beckoning to be probed which is exactly what he intended to do.  “Hold your legs.”  He took her hands and forced them around her ankles until she held herself open.
      His fingers returned to her pussy, three fingers pushing in the slick hole.  She clenched her muscles on the fingers in response.  Another finger tickled her, not toward her clit which is what she desired, but back, down to her anus.  What was he going to do?  “EEEEWWW,” suddenly sucking in her breath as she felt the strange tingling in her anus as his fingertip touched her there.  Thoughts of what the outlaws did to her shot into her brain, her muscles tightening up in response.  “Please no,” she begged.
      Had she been violated already this way?  He knew a little of her past and the rape by the outlaws after they killed her husband.  “I’ll be gentle.  I have to check you here.  It’s very important, especially since you had Cholera.”  He pulled his finger back, pouring some oil on it before returning to her anus.  He pressed with his fingertip.  “Take a deep breath.”
      The finger returned, cold and wet.  She took a deep breath, and as she did, the finger entered her, stretching her anal ring until the tip of his finger slid inside her.  “AAAAAWWW.”  His other fingers in her pussy continued to move in and out, Madison sure that she could feel the rubbing against each other as the one in her anus pressed hard against her rectal muscles.  It began to move in and out in rhythm to the three fingers in her pussy.  In spite of the initial shock, her body began to grow accustom to the twin probing, the one in her anus going deeper into her rectum, the two hands moving inside her feeling like one giant hand between her legs.
      “That’s not so bad, is it, Madison?”  Her anus was opening up to his finger, Doctor Stevens watching as her anal ring clung to his knuckle as he pushed in deeper.
      “So full,” the only thing she could say.  He was masturbating her and she did nothing to stop him, even if she wanted to.  She felt her hips rocking back and forth, the sloshing of his fingers inside her highlighting how much she was enjoying his fingers.
      “I could make you cum, Madison, but you must ask me.”  It was almost time for him to enjoy her, but he wanted her consent.  She didn’t say anything, but he felt the way her muscles clung to his fingers, including the one in her asshole.  “Ask me,” he repeated.  His fingers stopped moving inside her.
      He stopped; her body on the edge, just a bit more was needed to reach the point of no return.  “Please,” she begged.
      “Please what, Madison?”
      “Please.  Please make me cum.”
      She had surrendered, now for her ultimate sacrifice.  He pulled his fingers out, seeing her eyes open wide.  “Let’s get you in a more comfortable position.”  He helped her up, her eyes begging for the orgasm he promised.  “On the chair.”
      She had seen the large, overstuffed chair in the exam room, out of place with the rest of the furniture but she never mentioned it.  It had no arms and a short back, not even tall enough to support a back if leaned against.  He helped her over to it, Madison turning around to sit on it.
      “No, kneel facing the other way.”  He helped her onto the chair, her knees sinking into the soft bottom.  He spread her legs as he pushed down on her back, her knees shuffling until they hit the edge of the seat.  “Bend over deeply.”  He pushed down on her back until her head began to fall behind the back of the chair, pushing down as her ass rose up higher and higher.
      Her legs were spread, the cool air of the room blowing between her widespread legs to cool the hot juices coating her pussy.  Her red hair fanned out in front of her as her head bowed down, the blood rushing to her brain making her dizzy.  She could only imagine how she must look from behind, but her arousal was all that was in her head now.  She submitted without hesitation, feeling his hands fondling her up-thrust ass cheeks.  Two fingers entered her pussy, Madison welcoming them.  Another finger slipped in her anus, going deeper now, the position she was in allowing for deeper penetration.  While uncomfortable, it did little to dampen her arousal.  She only wished he would touch her clit again, sure that it would bring her off that much quicker.
      He pulled his fingers from her pussy and asshole.  Doctor Stevens undid his pants until they dropped to the ground, his shorts following them.  He stroked his cock until it grew harder, rubbing oil on it until it shimmered in the light.  He stepped behind her, his hands on her hips, pressing forward until the head of his cock touched her between her cheeks.
      She felt it, not his hands.  It could only be one thing.  His cock.  She had tried to ignore the sound of his pants falling to the ground, but the unmistakable hardness that pressed up against her was a cock, a twitching cock.  He was going to fuck her.  She felt his hand push on his cock, but not down, up.  Up until it pressed against her anus.  She gasped loudly when she felt the hot flesh on her tiny hole.  She had felt a finger in her ass, what would it be like when a cock was pushed inside her.  Should she protest this perverse act?
      “Relax you ass.  I’m going to put my cock inside you.  Then I’ll make you cum.”  His fingers snaked around her hips, one hand gripping her pussy, rubbing her clit.  He would finger her pussy once he was in her ass, making sure that she could accommodate all of him.  He pressed the plum of his cock against her anus, his hips driving forward as he watched her anal ring swallow the head of his cock.  A loud gasp from her lips, a jerk of her hips, but her asshole swallowed the head of his cock without much trouble.
      She had expected it to hurt, but it didn’t.  She felt a strange fullness and she couldn’t control the clenching of her muscles, but beyond that his fingers on her clit were driving the arousal back in her system.  “MMMM,” the cock pushing deeper inside her, stretching her from the inside, but he couldn’t be that big.  He pulled out, then shoved back in, a whoosh of air pulled from her lungs as she was impaled on his cock.  Then she felt him, his stomach pushed against her naked ass cheeks.  He was all the way in.  She gripped the cock, rewarded with a response, the flesh filling her round tube jerking in pleasure.  Her ass rose up higher as three fingers entered her pussy, feeling much larger than before, the whole area between her legs feeling like it was stretched tight around the fingers and cock that impaled her.
      She had taken all of him without so much as a whimper.  “Now that’s not so bad.  Every Friday you will accommodate me in your ass.”  He didn’t wait for an answer, his fingers playing with her body as his cock began to fuck her in the ass.  He fucked her faster and faster, her body responding, clenching on his cock as he ass fucked her.  His fingers grew drenched in her juices as they flowed freely from her body.  It only took minutes before they both came together, her pussy flooding his fingers as she came, his cock spewing his cum deep in her bowels, her asshole muscles clenching on his cock until he finished shooting inside her guts.
      Madison had never cum like this before, especially while taking a cock in her ass.  It only heightened the pleasure when she felt her insides bathed with his hot cum, deep in her intestines, Madison never fathoming such a thing before.  They both finally slumped down, their bodies slick in sweat, Doctor Stevens pulling his cock out of her ass.  He wiped her off gently, both of them dressing.  Madison was surprised.  She wasn’t ashamed.  They had both gotten what they wanted.
      “I’ll see you Monday, Madison.”  But Doctor Stevens could only think about next Friday.
      “Yes, thank you, Doctor Stevens.  For everything.”  She walked out the door, her belly still filled with his cum.  Her mind began to race to next Friday.  Would he take her like today, or with all the pretenses of an examination now gone, would it change?  She was happy with her new life and job, only hoping that Belle and Samantha could find the same happiness.

Epilogue
“Sam”
      
      
      Samantha walked around the town all day, no place in particular though deep down she knew what she was looking for.  She just didn’t care to admit it.  She was glad her mother had found what she was looking for, but Samantha was still looking, as was Belle.  It wasn’t the good part of town that Samantha traveled in, it was the bad.  The streets were lined with saloons and gambling halls, the side streets ringed with bordellos, the girls blatantly hanging off the balconies trying to attract the miners, gun slingers and card sharks.  This was her fourth day, Samantha having to shrug off the numerous offers from drunken cowboys wanting the pleasure of her company.  She didn’t take it as an insult, she just ignored them.  Except for this day.
      “You’s a sweet filly.”  The gunslinger threw two shiny silver dollars on the ground next to Samantha.  “I got a room around the corner.  There’s more of that if you pleasure me.”  He was partly drunk, but he was more insulting.
      “I wouldn’t touch you for all the gold in the hills.”  She usually just ignored them, but this one just set her the wrong way.
      “Now that’ ain’t a nice way to treat me,” he moved closer to her, seeing no one around.  He shoved her around the corner out of sight.  He moved close to her, pressing her against the wall.  “You be good and you won’t get hurt.”
      He pressed against her, feeling a hard cock push into her.  His breath stunk from liquor and chewing tobacco, and his mouth moved close as if he was readying to kiss her.  She tried to knee him, but he was ready, moving out of the way.  She never saw it coming, backhanded, her face shoved to one side, seeing stars.  He pressed up against her, this time his foul mouth touched hers, kissing her, his tongue invading her mouth, all the while his hips rubbed his hard cock back and forth against her pussy.  She looked around, panicking, no one in sight.  She should have just ignored him, but it was too late.  One of his hands crept up to grasp her breast hard, squeezing it not to pleasure him, but to hurt her.  She groaned into his mouth as he continued to kiss her, taking her breath away.  The sudden realization that she might be raped ran through her body.  She tried to push him out of the way, but he was too powerful, his body always following hers, his cock continuing to rub against her.  She couldn’t even scream for help, his mouth crushing hers as he kissed her with his foul breath.
      He slapped her again, her head shaking back and forth from his powerful blow.  “Kiss me back!”  He kissed her again, this time her mouth opened, his tongue searching out hers.
      He slapped her again, her head rocked by the powerful blow.  He was going to kill her and she couldn’t do anything about it.  He kissed her again, this time Samantha opening her mouth to his foul tasting tongue. His hand took hers, rubbing it over her hard cock, Samantha feeling the monster in his pants jerking in pleasure.  She was going to lose her virginity in the back streets of the town, raped by a drunken cowboy.  After all she had survived on the trip out here, it would be in vain.
      He fished his cock out of his pants, taking her hand, feeling her soft fingers curling around his hard shaft, fighting the urge to cum.  It had been a long time since he felt such nice hands on his cock.  “Feel what a real man feels like.”  He smothered her with a kiss again.  She had surrendered, the sharp blows to her head was all that was needed.  Just needed to be put in her place.  His hand slid down, gathering up her dress in his hand and pulling it up, not caring as it ripped.  He had it up to her waist, struggling but she could do little as he pinned her to the wall.  His hand tore her underwear from her, his hands curling in her bush, snapping out hairs as he crushed her pussy in his harsh hand.
      He was stripping her naked and she couldn’t do anything about it.  Her hand never moved from his cock.  She wasn’t doing much to rub it, but he had her scared enough that she didn’t remove it.  Her dress and underwear were ripped off, his hand tearing at her bush.
      “Put it in.”  He punctuated his words with another slap to her face.  Her hand moved, his cock rubbing up and down her slit.  “Hurry up or you’ll get more of the same.”  He wanted her hot pussy and couldn’t wait any longer.  He felt the soft folds of her pussy engulf the head of his cock, a gasp from her lips as his hardness spread her tight hole open.  He pushed with his hips until he felt it.  “Damn, a cherry.  I’m going to bust farm girl’s cherry.  Get ready to feel a real man.”
      It was huge as it entered her, jerking and shuddering as the hard flesh entered her dry hole, but he cared little except for his own pleasure.  He pushed harder, Samantha groaning as the head of his massive cock banged against her hymen.  She hoped he would stop when he found out she was a virgin, but it only egged him on more, Samantha feeling his body tensed as she waited for the pain as he took her innocence from her.  She began to cry.
      She felt him pulling away from her suddenly, a loud voice sounding familiar.  Her dress fell down, covering her up as the drunken cowboy spilled to the ground, looking foolish with his cock out.  He stood up, his face red in anger.
      “The lady said no.”  The voice etched in Samantha’s brain.
      “You’s fucking with the wrong stranger.  You should have stayed where you was at.”  The cowboy pulled his gun, but he barely got it out of his holster before the bullet ripped through his chest, blood spurting from the tiny hole.  He slumped to the ground, dead before he even hit it.
      Jesse stood holding his smoking gun as the Sheriff raced around the corner.
      He looked and saw the dead man.  “I should have thought it would be you, Jesse.  You’ve been trouble since you came into town.  Now you’ve gone too far.”
      “You should be thanking him instead, Sheriff.  Where were you when that man was trying to rape me?  Don’t you think he looks a bit foolish with his cock out?”  Samantha didn’t think she had said cock in front of the crowd that was already gathering, but there was no gentle way to put it.
      The Sheriff looked at the dead man, not sure why he didn’t notice it first.  Maybe it was that he just didn’t like Jesse, looking for any excuse to put him away.  He looked over at the feminine voice that defended Jesse.  “You’s the daughter of Doctor Stevens’ nurse?”  He had seen her around, strangely walking the streets during the day.  Not a very safe place for a good girl.
      “Yes, Sir.  Now I hope you apologize to this fine man for saving my virtue.”  Samantha became the prim and proper farm girl once again.
      The crowd was looking at the Sheriff.  There was too much violence in the town, and they blamed him for not doing enough.  “Yeah, Sheriff.  Maybe we should make Jesse the Sheriff instead.”
      “Now go back to your chores folks.  We’ll clean up this scum.”  His deputy was already there.  “Thanks, Jesse,” he acknowledge curtly.  He still thought Jesse was trouble but this was not the place or time.  “You can both go,” trying to dismiss them and break up the crowd.
      “My I escort you, Ma’am.”  Jesse being the proper gentlemen in spite of just shooting down a man.
      “I’d been honored.  And safe,” she added.  “My name is Samantha, and I owe you a debt of gratitude.”
      Jesse hooked his arm into hers as they walked away.  “And it’s Sam, and you owe me your innocence if that vermin was correct.  And my recollection.”
      “Where are you taking me?”  She moved close to him, feeling so comfortable and safe.  People looked at them as they walked by, the men stepping out of their way in respect.  Even the women looked at them differently, Jesse gaining an air of respectability after saving her virtue.
      “By the looks of that dress I better get you something new or people will think I did it.  There’s a nice dress shop just around the corner.”
      “And how do you know where it is?  You have a kept woman?”  She suddenly realized that she didn’t know anything really about Jesse.
      “I own the saloon next to it.  And the girls that work for me buy their dresses from the shop.”  They turned the corner.
      Samantha saw the dress shop, but it was the saloon that caught her eye.  Why hadn’t she noticed it before?  She must have passed it by a couple of times.  Above the front door was the sign spelled out in large gold letters.  “Sam’s.”  She might have noticed it, but never put it together.  “Was that the former owner’s name?”
      “Nope.  I named it that.”  He tightened his grip on her more possessively.
      “Got a brother named Sam?  Or father?”  She quizzed him as they almost reached the dress shop.
      “Nope.  Named it after you.  You gave me good luck.”  He paused for a moment.  “And a good time.”  He could see her blush.  “Thought it might bring the good luck back to me.”  He looked at her.  “And it looked like it has, though I could have imagined a better reunion.”
      He held the door open for her to the dress shop, the owner greeting him.
      “Hello, Jesse.  One of your new girls?”
      “No, Bess, this one’s special.  Only the best for her.”  Jesse smiled at Sam.
      “I don’t think these dresses are my style, Jesse.  I’m just a farm girl.”  All of the dresses were tight in the waist and hips, molded over the butt.  And the tops were low cut, showing lots of cleavage.  These were not the dresses that her mother and Belle could imagine that she would wear.
      “You might think you’re a farm girl, but you got a city girl trying to get out.  I seen the way you acted in the railroad car.  You were made for this life.  And you have a lovely body that shouldn’t be hidden beneath those loose-fitting dresses.”
      “You have the nicest figure I’ve seen in a long time.  And the prettiest face.  You don’t have to be a floozy to dress like this.”  Bess had seen many of Jesse’s girls, this one was special.  And she could see it in Jesse’s eyes.  “Your name wouldn’t happen to be Sam, would it?”
      “Samantha, though I have been called Sam by some.”
      “Damn, I knew he didn’t name it after some man.  You must have made quite an impression on Jesse.  I’ve never seen him quite so taken before.  Now you come over to the dressing room and try on one of these dresses.  I think you’ll like the way you look.”  Bess ushered Sam away from Jesse as he sat down in a chair to wait.
      Bess gave her some silk bloomers and chemise as well as the most beautiful peach dress.  It took her a couple of minutes to put it on, having to mould her body into it.  Bess helped her latch it up in the back.  “Where’s the mirror?”  Samantha wanted to see what she looked like before she walked outside.
      “It’s out there.  You’re going to have to walk out and let Jesse see it if you want to catch a glimpse.”  She whispered to Sam.  “And you’re gonna dazzle him.  He ain’t got a chance once he sees you in this.”
      Samantha finally got enough nerve to walk outside, feeling strange as she felt her breasts moving as she walked, the gentle swing of her ass, the dress molded to her body.  She almost felt as if it was part of her skin instead of covering it.  Jesse’s eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw her, whistling loudly.
      “Damn.  I couldn’t imagine what lay beneath that old dress.  Okay, maybe I did have a peek, but never imagined it was that nice.  We’ll take it, Bess, in fact she’ll wear it.  Put it on my tab and gather up a few more, and she’ll be in tomorrow to try them on.  She’s gonna be the finest lady in Sacramento.  You make sure she looks it.”
      Jesse swept her off her feet and out the door before she could even protest.  All of a sudden men looked at her like they never did before  Not ogling her, they dared not with Jesse next to her, tipping their hat as she passed, but she saw it in their eyes, lusting after her.  And women grew jealous, pulling their husbands close to them as if she were going to steal them from their arm in a split second.  And when they entered Sam’s there was almost a hush that fell over the room, finally Jesse breaking the silence.
      “Drinks on the house.  Welcome the new Madam of Sam’s.  Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce the lovely and talented Sam.”  He twirled Sam so everyone could see her, and she did nothing to stop him.  Not a hint of shame or embarrassment, almost as if she was born to this life.  “Hungry?”
      “Starved,” Jesse holding out a chair as they sat in the owner’s booth facing the front door.  Two steaks were brought over as well as a bottle of the finest wine, Samantha realizing that she was hungrier than she thought.  She almost wolfed the steak down.
      “And what does a Madam do?”  Samantha finally finished the steak.  She took another sip of wine, her third glass, already feeling a bit dizzy.
      “You just have to make sure the customers are happy.”
      “I thought that is what the other girls do?”
      “They do, but someone has to make sure they do and take charge when you have a difficult customer.”  He hadn’t had much luck with any of the other girls being the Madam since he opened, Jesse finding it hard to make another man happy.  His only solution was the six shooter at his side.  He looked at Sam, his memory perfect from their brief encounter.  He never figured out how she stuck into his head so easily, no other woman had ever done such a thing.  Maybe that’s why he came to Sacramento, hoping that he would find her, hoping that she would fulfill his destiny.
      “Now, I’m not going to bed down with any of these men.  Not for you or any man.”  She wasn’t sure what Jesse wanted from her.
      “The thought never crossed my mind.  In fact, I might become a bit jealous if you did.  And you know what happens to men that try to force their affections on you.”  The last man that did it lay in the alley, dead.
      “And what about you,” Samantha saying aloof.  “What are your intentions?”  She took another drink of wine, trying to hide her nervousness.  She knew what she had been searching for all this week.  She was hoping that she would run into Jesse again.  He treated her differently than all the other men she had met.  He treated her as a woman.
      “Now, I ain’t gonna lie to you.  Ever since that day in the box car I can’t get you out of my mind.  Or the touch of your hand on my cock.”  He looked at her, looking into her eyes, seeing if he was scaring her with his truth.  It didn’t seem to faze her.  “I want you as much as any man had wanted a woman before.”
      “You live here?”
      It seemed that she changed the subject abruptly.  Had he said the wrong thing?  “Upstairs, I have a suite of rooms.  Very comfortable.”  She suddenly got up, grabbing the rest of the bottle of wine.
      “Let’s go.”
      “Where?”  He was confused.
      “I want to see if you’re as good with that other gun.”  She grabbed his hand, pulling him up from the chair, though it was more Jesse’s eagerness that propelled him behind her.  He followed her up the stairs, Samantha swaying her hips, knowing that Jesse’s eyes were following every sensuous swing of her ass.  She was going to lose her innocence and it made her wet.  She wasn’t sure how she was going to tell her mother and sister that she was going to be a Madam of a saloon named Sam’s, but she was more concerned with the thought of losing her maidenhood to Jesse first.
      “Sit down,” Samantha taking a big swig of wine before putting the bottle down.  It was a grand suite, the furniture expensive, almost too frilly for a gun slinger.  It was as though Jesse had taken it with her in mind.  She handed him the half empty bottle.  She turned her back to him and began to undress.  She never looked back as she slowly took off her clothes, the first time she had ever done such a thing but she did it without nervousness or hesitation.  When she was down to her frilly underwear she turned around to face him, thrusting her breasts out, her nipples so hard that they poked out of the silk chemise over an inch.  And her underwear was already wet, a small patch in the front giving away her secret.  She pulled the chemise over her head and threw it on the floor, naked from the waist up.  She ran her fingers over her nipples, teasing them harder, Jesse’s hand moving to his lap, his fingers absently stroking his cock.  It grew as his eyes feasted on her naked body.  She slipped the underwear down her legs and kicked them over to Jesse, her aim good, landing on his lap.
      “I have a confession first.”  It was strange standing before him naked, his eyes not looking at her face, but glued to between her legs.  Her hands went down to her sex.  “Up here, look at my face for a couple of minutes.  Then I’ll give you an eyeful of down below.”  He looked up.  “While we were on the wagon train, we were robbed by outlaws.  My father was killed, but before we were rescued, my mother was raped by five of them.”
      “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.  And I didn’t even think to ask.  I was just so excited to see you.”
      “That’s not all.  The five of them took me.  Not in my pussy, they left my innocence, but I’m sure if they had more time they would have raped me.  But they took my mouth.  Forcefully.  Shoving their cocks down my throat, making me drink their cum.  Don’t say anything, Jesse.  It’s behind me, or so I hope.  There is only one way for me to find out before we go any further.  Take off your clothes.  I want to feel your cock in my mouth.”
      Jesse didn’t say anything, even if he could.  It’s not often that a virgin stands naked in front of you and tells you that she is going to suck your cock before she lets you take her womanhood.  Almost as if a test.  He stood up, taking off his clothes, putting his holster and gun on the table.  She watched him as he undressed, just as he did with her.  He finally pulled down his shorts, stepping out of them, his hard cock jutting out in front of him.
      He was so much more muscular then she expected.  His stomach was flat and firm, his arms showing his muscles.  His thighs were large and hard, but what drew her attention was the large cock that bobbed in front of him.  She imagined it in her mind many nights while she masturbated, from the big head, a dark red, the hole in the center of it leaking its precious fluids to make it slide easier in her.  And the heavy balls that hung down, filled with his cum.  He sat back down, and she went over to him, kneeling down in front of him.  She didn’t hesitate, her hands reaching out and grabbing his cock, holding on tight as it jerked from her intimate touch.  Her mouth opened wide as she bent over, licking the head of his cock before she slipped it into her mouth, her lips wrapped tightly around it.  She sucked it in, savoring the salty taste, not hating it, but relishing that it was Jesse’s essence.
      He had to find the urge to cum, her mouth engulfing his cock in the hot, wet confines, her tongue racing over his cock as her lips clung tightly to the shaft.  Her head bobbed up and down, his cock slick as she sucked him with such enthusiasm and skill.
      It was so natural, kneeling in front of him and sucking his cock.  His hands touched her head, Samantha freezing as she remembered the way they forced their cocks down her throat, choking and gagging her.  She panicked.
      Jesse quickly moved his hands from her head.  “I’m sorry, is that what they did to you?”
      She nodded her head up and down, but never took his cock from her mouth.  She finally pulled her head away so she could speak.  “Do it again.  Guide my head.”  Her mouth engulfed his cock again, his hands returning.  He guided her head, showing her what pleased him.  She began to relax again, bobbing up and down, her mouth filled with the taste of his cum.  She knew he would cum soon unless she stopped, but she had one more thing to prove to herself.  She pushed her head down until the head of his cock pushed to the back of her throat.  She stopped, Jesse’s hands leaving her head.  She slowly pushed until she felt the thick helmet of his cock push into her throat.  She gagged, but she found that it made it easier, her throat opening up, pushing her head down more until she felt the thick head fill her throat passage with his hot flesh.  Another gag and she swallowed it, feeling it jerk in the tight confines of her throat.  She had done it, breathing heavily through her nose as her throat muscles rippled up and down his cockhead.  She finally pulled it from her throat, releasing it from her mouth, his cock slick with her spit.  “Come to bed.  Take me.”  She got up, her naked ass swinging as she climbed into the large bed, not caring what she looked like from behind.  She settled into the center of the bed, wantonly spreading her legs wide.  She reached down, pulling her pussy lips apart, revealing all to his eyes.  “Here is that eyeful I promised you.”
      Jesse settled between her legs, not only getting an eyeful, but a mouthful, his tongue lapping at her juices, Sam squirming on the bed as he fought to hold her still while his tongue raced up and down her slit, teasing her clit until she shuddered, even turning her over abruptly, spreading her legs, his mouth between her cheeks to attack her anus.  He held her hips tight, preventing her from moving away, even if she wanted to.
      Samantha could finally stand it no longer, Jesse taking her with his mouth, all of her body visited by his talented tongue, even her anus.  She didn’t stop him, even if she could.  Any hesitation Jesse had when she froze while sucking his cock was gone, his hands powerful and demanding.  His head rose up from between her legs, her juices glistening on his lips.  He slid up, covering her body with his, but not before her hands slid between them.  She found his hard cock easily, gripping it with two hands as she guided in between her pussy lips.  She ran it up and down until it grew slick with her juices.  She nudged it between the soft folds of her pussy until she felt the hard cock spread her virgin pussy open.  Her hips rose up until she felt it nudge her hymen.  She spread her legs wider, Jesse’s powerful body pressed up against her.  “Take me hard, Jesse.  Make me a woman.”
      “You’re already a woman.  But now you’re my woman.”  With his final words his hips shot forward, his cock tearing through her innocence, sinking deep inside of her.  Barely a whimper came from her mouth, Jesse kissing her as his cock began to fuck her with deeper and deeper strokes.
      She never felt so much pleasure, a thick cock that filled her, a handsome man demanding her pleasure.  She squeezed his cock as he pulled out, wrapping her legs around his ass to pull him in, taking his hard and powerful strokes.  He fucked her for ten minutes, both of them struggling to contain their orgasm, refusing to give up the delightful pleasure they were experiencing.  Finally neither could hold out any longer, Jesse cumming in her with a powerful jet of his potent seed, Samantha rubbing her clit against him as she came with him, their juices merging into one.
* * *
      “I was worried about you.”  Samantha finally came home early in the morning.  She was changed.  Not only could you see it in her face, but the clothes she was wearing.  She was no longer the Ohio farm girl.
      “I’m okay, Mom, in fact, better then okay.  I didn’t tell you but when we were coming out here on the train I met a man.  Not sure that Dad would have approved, he’s a gunslinger and a card player.  We only met for a short while, less than a day.  But lots happened in that time and he made a lasting impression on me.  And me on him.  I’ve been wandering aimlessly around Sacramento, deep down looking for him.  Yesterday I was almost raped but was saved, by none other than him.  His name is Jesse.  And he owns a saloon down on First Street.  It’s called Sam’s, and it’s not named after a man.
      “I understand, baby,” Madison seeing that she was enamored by a rugged man.  What woman wasn’t at some time in their life?  But they finally settled down with a man that they could raise a family with.  Samantha would get over this man.  “You go to bed and get some rest.  We’ll talk about it later.”
      “No, Mom, you don’t understand.  I’m the Madam of Sam’s.  And I’m moving in with Jesse.  This is what I want for my life.  You found what you’ve been looking for, helping the sick.”
      Madison hugged Samantha.  “I love you no matter what you do.  And I will never be ashamed of what you do.  You’re a grown woman and capable of choosing your own life.  I just want to meet this man that took my little girl’s heart.  And threaten him within an inch of his life if he ever breaks it,” Madison laughing.
      “He might be a gun slinger and own a saloon, but he is a kind and gentle man.  At least with me he is.  And I think you’ll like him.  I am going to gather up my things and talk to Belle.  I hope she can find the same happiness.”
      “She also made up her mind.  She was going to tell you last night, but you didn’t come home.”
      “What did she decide?”  Samantha didn’t even know that she was even contemplating anything.
      “Remember the monastery two day’s ride from here?  The one that nursed me back to health.”
      “Yes, I remember that she got very involved with them.  Even went every night to their prayer meetings.  It seemed to have changed her, more religious now.”  Then it suddenly dawned on her.
      Madison could see that Samantha finally caught on.  Madison suspected that Belle might make religion a major part of her life, but this still took her by surprise.  “She is going to become a nun.  And she is going back to that monastery.  They asked her before we left, but she wanted to come out here first.  But after some soul-searching she is going back.”  Madison thought that it was strange that her two daughters were taking two completely different directions in life, but both were equally happy.  That is all the mattered, their happiness.



Epilogue
“Bishop Michael”
      
      
      Belle was glad for Samantha.  She understood, but somehow didn’t.  It was not the life that she would have picked, but she was sure that Samantha wouldn’t have picked a life as a nun.  It’s funny how two girls could be sisters and so different.
      Belle left for the monastery within two days, anxious to go back.  She had sent word of her decision and got back a letter with Father John’s blessing.  She was surprised when she arrived that the Bishop was there.
      “The Bishop is here for you, Belle.  He will give you your vows.  You will be a novice for six months, testing your abilities to serve the Lord and his servants.  Since we have no other nuns here, you will not report to a Mother Superior, but I will be your Prior.  Do you understand what will be required of you, Belle?”
      “Yes, Father John.  As you have instructed, I will take a Vow of Obedience.  This requires my submission to the will of legitimate superiors.  I will take this vow with seriousness and determination.”  She kneeled before Father John.
      “You may put your things in your room.  You will find robes for you to wear.  Put your other clothes in your bag and give them to Father Samuel for safe keeping should you fail in your undertaking.  A life of obedience is hard, and we will test you many times.  You must never question your faith or your superiors.  Disobedience is reason for expulsion.”
      Father John watched as she walked away, glad that she was back, all of them missing her participation in evening prayers.  They haven’t been as enjoyable since she left.  Bishop Michael would be with them for only one day, taking his rights as the head of the order with Belle.  He would test her faith first, Father John hoping she submitted.
* * *
      Belle knew what would be required of her.  Not what her mother or sister knew what a nun did, but the reality of obedience meant serving the needs of the Priests.  All of their needs.  And celibacy is not what they practiced.  At least not with the nuns.  But Belle was ready to give her body and soul to the Lord’s work, and tonight she would begin.  She was already warned that Bishop Michael was a harsh disciplinarian and to expect the worst.  She put on her robe, naked beneath it.  She didn’t have to be told otherwise.  She knocked on the door, waiting patiently until she heard him tell her to enter.  She had never met the Bishop, about the same age as Father John, late forties.  But he was much more handsome, surprised that a Bishop would be that way.  For someone reason she just assumed that all Priests were unassuming.  He was sitting in a grand chair in the center of the room, dressed in red robes.  She kneeled before him, her head bowed in submission.  She finally looked up, kissing his ring.
      Father Michael looked at the young girl.  She was certainly attractive, her red hair a novelty among the other nuns.  In fact he could not remember one other that was red haired.  And Father John had told him that it was natural and he would certainly know.  He looked at her full lips, remembering Father Samuel’s description of Belle taking his sword in her mouth.  And full breasts that heaved beneath the robe, positive that she was naked beneath.  “Are you ready to take the Vow of Obedience, Sister Belle?”
      “Yes, Your Eminence.”  She bowed her head again.
      “And you know what is required of you, Sister Belle?”
      “Strict obedience and submission to the will of my superiors, Your Eminence.”
      Bishop had her pledge to the Lord, bestowing his blessing on her as she kneeled before him.  It took five minutes of chanting until his prayers were complete.  “I christen thee Sister Belle.  You may rise.”
      She stood up, a new found energy in her heart.  She was proud of herself, taking such an undertaking on.  She would find the strength to fulfill the Lord’s work.  She stood before him, not sure what would happen now.  Father John had given her no indication of what would be required of her, but she could only guess.
      “Take off your robe so I may see you the way the Lord brought you into this world.”  His cock was hard as she pulled the robe up over her legs, his eyes feasting on her crotch as her dense, red bush came into view.  His cock jerked at the sight, the robe moving up, her breasts bouncing gently as the robe slipped over them, her nipples turning hard as the rough material rubbed over the sensitive tips.  She tossed it over into the corner, standing naked and unashamed in front of him.  “The Lord has gifted you with an exceptional body, Sister Belle.  I hope you share it well with his servants.”
      “My body and soul are at his servants’ disposal, Bishop Michael.”
      “We will see, Sister Belle.  Over to the bench, kneel up on it, your back to me.”
      She didn’t notice the leather bench, or maybe she was trying to block it out of her head.  It was almost like the kneeling bench in the chapel, but this was higher.  She kneeled on the first level, her upper body on the second, her nipples hardening as they pressed into the cold leather.  In each corner were two posts standing up, as well as two on the lower bench.  They were worn where something had dug into the wood until the finish was gone.  Bishop Michael moved to one side of her, her eyes opening wide as he straightened out four pieces of rough, brown rope.
      “Put your hands next to the poles.”  He took the first piece of rope and tied it around her wrist, yanking hard until it dug a groove in her white skin.  He took the end and tied it around the bottom of the post, making sure the knot was tight.  He did the same to the other until both of her wrists were bound tight.
      She turned red in shame.  It was like the time the outlaws tied her to the wagon wheel, leaving her defenseless, unable to ward off their advances, one of the outlaws making her cum while bound.  The minute the ropes were tied to her wrists, her pussy grew wet with desire.  Bishop Michael would soon know of her shame for he still had two more pieces of rope, sure her ankles were next.
      The Bishop stood behind her.  “Spread your knees wide to the edge of the seat.  More, Sister Belle, open up your treasures.”  He looked at her pussy from behind, the wide expanse of her legs leaving her pussy open as well as the cheeks of her ass for it was there that his gaze was drawn.  To the tiny anus that looked barely big enough to take a finger.  But tonight she would receive his shaft in her ass, the Bishop and the other Priests never taking any of the nuns in their pussy, not wanting the bother and trouble of abortions for most priests were quite potent.  No, Sister Belle would service them with her mouth and with her ass; both of them would bring much joy to them.  Father John had said that Sister Belle had not been taken in sodomy, so his decision to come down and preside over her sisterhood was ordained more for his lust, than his churchly duties.
      She felt the ropes on her ankles next, first one, then the other.  Bishop Michael made sure they were tight, almost too tight as she already felt pins and needles in her hands and feet.  Bishop Michael stood in front of her, his hand brandishing a white rod.  Not thick, but slim and flexible, over four feet long.  He swung it through the air, a distinctive swish as it cut the air.  She hadn’t counted on this, though she should have.  There was nothing she could do except brace herself for the bite of the rod.  She heard the sound and felt the thud, but it seemed like long minutes before she felt the pain.  It raced through her brain, a thin line gracing her twin buttocks, right in the center, barely missing her anus.  She was sure that he broke the skin, her skin aflame in pain, Belle biting her lip, tasting the blood as she tried hard not to cry out.
      The rod left a nice red welt along her ass, Bishop Michael swinging again, this time lower.  Her body jerked, but barely a peep out of her.  His hand ran over the newest welt, her body jerking as he inflamed the already tender spot.  He swung again, this lower again, catching her on the gentle swell of her ass cheeks where it met the tender skin of her thighs.  Her body jerked up and back down, her legs straining as they tried to close.  A third welt graced her body, Bishop Michael’s cock straining for release.  He worked on her thighs, now, striking each one separately, making sure the rod went deep between her spread and bound legs to attack her most sensitive skin.  Tears were running down her face, but she never cried out, though he could hear some sobbing.  Four more strokes on her thighs, her body jerking higher when he hit so close to her pussy, sure that he would get a cry of pain, but she never gave in.
      Her ass was ablaze in pain.  The rod was taking a toll on her body, Belle struggling not to cry out.  It was worse when he attacked her thighs, Belle afraid as he moved closer and closer to her pussy.  Would he hit her there?  The spot that was the most delicate for a woman?
      “Very good, Sister Belle.  But there is more.”  Bishop Michael moved behind her, taking careful aim with the rod.  He sliced it through the air, this time not horizontal, but vertical, and it was her ass crack that received the brunt of the blow.  Not only her crack, but the tiny, wrinkled hole that was barely visible.  The bench rattled on the hard floor as Belle jerked and shuddered.  A second stroke followed the first before she could even absorb all of the pain of the first.
      It felt like he was driving the rod up into her bowels.  It hit her with a terrible vengeance, the tip of the rod striking her anus with a powerful blow.  It felt as though it was tearing into her body, her anal muscles clenching and unclenching, her tiny anus burning in pain.  She was sure that she was bleeding, feeling like there was wetness on her anus.  The second was even worse, hitting the same spot, sure that he was driving her anus deep into her body.  She didn’t scream, but her breathing was loud and labored, Belle trying to absorb the pain.
      “Two more, Sister Belle, but this time between your legs and into the soft folds of your pussy.  And one after that, if my aim is good I will hit your clit, forever reminding you of your Vow of Obedience.  Now prepare yourself.”
      No matter how much she tried to prepare her mind for it, the pain was excruciating.  The rod tore between her pussy lips, slapping them hard, but pushing them aside to drive deep into the soft inner lips, attacking her sensitive skin like a hive full of bees.  The pain raced to her brain.  She stopped breathing, sure that she was dead, but alive again when the rod slipped between her legs again, this time higher up, attacking her pussy opening, the bite of the rod digging into her until it felt like the rod entered her.  The last one drove her body so high up into the air, she was sure the legs of the bench left the floor.  Bishop Michael had a lot of practice, finding her clit, hidden from his eyes, but the rod seemed to know exactly where to strike.  It felt like he was driving it through her body, slamming it so hard that he beat it into her pubic bone, no place to escape, crushed painfully beneath the unyielding rod.  She never thought serving the Lord could be this painful.
      Bishop Michael took off his robe, standing in front of Sister Belle’s tear stained face.  His fingers hooked under her chin to lift up her head.  “You did well, Sister Belle.  It is now time to service my needs.”
      Belle needed no further explanation or encouragement, opening her mouth, Bishop Michael’s cock stuck in her face.  It was larger then the other Priests, but she knew that would not make a difference.  She would have to take it in her mouth or even her throat before she would swallow his seed.  Her lips wrapped tightly around it, in spite of them splitting wide.  Her tongue went to work on it, bathing it with her spit in case he drove it down her throat.  His hips fucked his cock in and out, each time going deeper, Belle’s body tense as she waited for it to breach her throat.  Suddenly he stopped, his cock slipping from her lips.  Did she do something wrong?  Something that displeased him?  He moved behind her until she couldn’t see him any longer.  She almost expected to feel the bite of the rod again, punished for not doing a good job.  Then she felt it, the hot head of his cock between her legs.  Not on her pussy, but sliding up her crack until it settled on her anus.  It felt huge.  Now she understood.  Bishop Michael was going to sodomize her.  He was only using her mouth to get his cock wet; at least he was concerned about entry.  Belle was more concerned, his cock huge, her anus so small.
      She tightened her ass cheeks on his cock.  “Relax so I can get inside you.”  He felt her cheeks relax, pushing with his hips, his eyes watching her anus as the head of his cock began to breach the tiny hole.  Wider and wider her ring expanded to take the thick helmet of his cock, the elastic opening clinging tightly to his cock as he pushed more inside her.  Her ass rose up when the head of his cock suddenly popped into her asshole.  He shoved until her anal ring gripped the head of his cock just below the rim, snapping shut and holding it tight inside her.
      “You’re so big, Bishop Michael,” she moaned in pain.  She couldn’t believe that he had the head of his cock in her ass, but the constant pain in her anal ring wouldn’t let her forget.  She could barely breathe, afraid to move, the tiniest movement magnified by the giant cock that split her open.  It was hard to handle the pain, much worse than the beating of the rod; for she knew that he would soon drive more of his cock inside her, burying it deep into her intestines.  And then he would fuck her, fuck her in the ass until he came, dumping his cum in her belly.  His cock twitched inside her, feeling unnatural to be penetrated in such a place.  It was even worse than the rape by Chief Wakara.  At least he put his cock in a place that was built for it.  Not in a place built for pushing out things, not taking them inside.
      “Yes, Sister Belle.  You are so tight and hot.  So very, very tight.”  He pushed with his hips, the head of his cock digging deeper between her cheeks, her rectal muscles grabbing it so tight it felt like it was being crushed.  He pulled out until only the head of his cock was gripped by her anal ring, pausing for just a second before he thrust back in.  Her body jerked in pain, but his cock plunged two inches into her rectum before her muscles managed to keep him from going any further.  He pulled back out, then thrust back in, his hands digging into her hips as he sank his cock deeper into her asshole.
      It tore through her anal passage, the thick head throbbing against the walls of her rectum, her muscles clenching uncontrollably as they tried to force it out.  It felt like he was dragging her guts out when he withdrew, then suddenly stuffing them back inside her like a battering ram, his cock digging deeper and deeper into her guts.  It felt like a giant log was shoved up her backside, her back straight as if it were trying to accommodate the large log.  It was rubbing her insides raw, her spit already gone, his hips pumping his cock faster and faster inside her, burning her passage with the friction.  Over half of it was inside her, but she knew she would have to take all of it.  She willed her muscles to relax, Bishop Michael drawing his cock all the way out, then suddenly shoving in with a powerful thrust that shoved six inches of iron-hard cock in her guts, pushing aside the passage, painful cramps as the rigid member straightened out the bends in her guts.  He didn’t stop, pulling back out, then thrusting back in, this time it feeling like it was coming out her mouth, his cock so deep that her insides cramped around the fat head of his cock that was deep in her bowels.  She felt it jerk and shudder before it painfully withdrew.
      “Dance on my cock, Sister Belle.  Show me how much you can pleasure me.”  His hands moved her hips side to side, her insides biting deliciously on his cock as he began to fuck her asshole.
      She began to roll her hips from side to side, the pain diminishing, not because her asshole grew accustom to it, it was just that his cock had beat her muscles into submission.  She felt the immense fullness in her, as though she had eaten too much Thanksgiving dinner.  He was moving his hips up and down as she moved from side to side, his large cock expanding her wider with each thrust.  Belle could barely breathe, her nostrils flaring, his cock twitching deep inside her.  She didn’t know how long he would fuck her in the ass until he would cum.  She began to sweat, fighting the ropes that held her bound to the bench, not because she was trying to free herself, but to continually be reminded that she was bound and helpless.  With a large cock up in her once virgin asshole.  And then Bishop Michael did something that Belle didn’t expect.  He hunched over her body, Belle thinking that he only wanted to drive his cock in deeper.  Instead, his hands slipped around her body, one finding her clit and rubbing it, two fingers of his other hand entering her pussy and driving deep inside her.  And he found her pussy soaked.
      Bishop Michael could feel his cock with his fingers, separated only by a tiny wall.  He began to pump her harder, making her take the full measure of his cock, all the while his fingers played with her clit until he felt her body respond.
      The pain began to merge with the pleasure, Belle no longer able to distinguish them apart or even care.  She squeezed his cock with her asshole, in spite of the pain, or maybe because of it.  She wanted to make him cum in her, Belle wanting to experience the feeling of his hot cum blasting her guts.
      Bishop Michael could feel the change in Belle.  She wasn’t fighting the sodomy; in fact, she was doing everything to please him, her insides rippling up and down the shaft of his cock, her anal ring sliding up and down his shaft as he fucked her.  And her lower body danced on his cock, while his fingers played her clit like a musical instrument.  He never had a girl as tight in the rectum as Belle, and he wanted it to last as long as possible.  The other Priests were lucky to have such a talented nun to bring them pleasure.  Her body was covered in a blanket of sweat, his body slamming into her ass cheeks with each thrust, his cock burying deep in her bowels with each thrust.  She wouldn’t last much longer, his fingers twisting and pinching her clit until she met his cock with her own thrust back.  “Keep your ass tight for me and I’ll cum in you.”
      He shoved hard, burying his cock deep in her guts.  He didn’t pull out, hearing his rapid breathing, the twitching cock moving inside her.  Then she felt it, the cock feeling like it grew another inch, and then the head exploded in her bowels.  It spurted out its hot cum, bathing her intestines.  He pulled out, his cock sliding easier.  He quickly shoved back in as he felt a second load of cum shoot up from his balls, bathing her asshole with his precious seed until he shot back into her guts.
      She came, all over the fingers that were buried in her pussy, her insides clenching and unclenching on anything and everything.  His fingers, his cock, all milked while his cock spewed her asshole with his hot cum.  She had never felt anything like it before, her mind exploding as the orgasm raced through her body, his hands and cock never stopping to tantalize her.  Three times he came in her until she felt bloated by the abundant crčme shoved deep into her guts.  Finally she could stand it no longer, slumping down, exhausted and ravished, sodomized for the first time by the Doctor and now the Bishop, but sure it would not be the last.  There were three other Priests who needed relief, and she was sure that it would be her ass that would be taken for their pleasure.  Bishop Michael pulled his cock from her ass, walking around in front of her.  It was a terrible job, but she did it, cleaning his soiled cock with her mouth.  He finally released her, Father John helping her back to her room, her whipped ass and the ache in her asshole making her useless tonight.  She fell asleep quickly in her new bed, happy that she had served the Lord.
* * *
      Father John had learned from Bishop Michael of Sister Belle’s love of the rope.  So after prayers, she found herself bound on her bed, legs spread to the two corners, arms spread to the other two.  On her belly.  And they took turns with her, each visiting her tight asshole with their cocks, Sister Belle submitting, pleasuring them until they came in her bowels.  Her mouth was then forced into service to cleanse them.  And yes, they had made her cum.
* * *
      Sister Belle smiled the next morning, whistling as she worked around the monastery, happy in her new life, happy that she would serve the Priests tonight after praising the Lord.  The whip marks on her ass gradually went away, but Belle dreamed of the day when Bishop Michael would come back.  And hopefully take her in new, exciting ways.

The End