Pioneer Perversions Chapter 1 The Blizzard (fF ff scat deprivation) Authors note: This story contains adults only material, about scat, scat play and children involved in scat play. If you are not into scat, this story isn't one you will like. If you are into scat, its one I hope you will enjoy. "The pass may be open now but in four weeks, six at the most it will be snowed in" the grimy old prospector spat his chaw of brown juice by the shoe of the wagon's head mule. "If'n I were yalls I would turn backee round lickit-split and head fer Fort Carling and winter there. It ain't no time aw year to be haulin' women folk an' children over these mountains" Frank Headford frowned at the suggestion. "I appreciate the warning old timer, but we have to get to California. The Gold there is quickly getting staked out and we are late arrivers as it is. We are three weeks from the top of Dingle Pass and we can make it through before the first snows if we make good time." The troop of 4 wagons moved forward up the rocky two rut trail leaving the old man with his pack burro shaking his head in dismay. "Damn Eastern Greenhorns. They'll be dead by December sure as there's a Christmas." Fanny Headford looked worried at her husband as he lashed the mules. "Frank, maybe there is something in what the old man says. Its an awful risk getting snowed into the pass. We have four women and eight young girls beside you men folk. We have provisions enough for a couple of months, but what about shelter from a storm?" "Its just my luck to sign on to a wagon train mostly of useless females." Frank sneered. There were of course John Berry, James Simmons, and Jesse Holton driving the other three wagons and two older boys near 17, Daniel Headford and James Simmons Jr. But the larger number by far on this train were the wives and daughters who would not be left behind when their husbands went west. Day by day the train crept up the steep trail that was in no way easy traveling. Large rocks and dips in the road on more than one occasion caused wheels to break and repairs took time. It was four weeks and then some before they reached the high elevation of Dingle Pass. So far their luck had held out. That was about to change with the weather. It was on toward evening that the grey anvil shaped clouds appeared on the mountain peaks in the west. They were greenish in their grey and long as half the sky, hovering low and dark along the Rockies. Everyone saw them and knew what they were. It was a blizzard coming. If they did not find shelter by morning they would die in the coming snows. Frank sent young James ahead on a horse to scout for any sign of a cabin or a lean-to they might take refuge. It seemed like a plea of desperation but nothing else could be done. They made camp but no one ate and everyone prayed. The winds began to pick up and the temperature dropped 30 degrees in two hours. By midnight James returned with exciting news. "About five miles up!" He shouted jubilantly. "There is an old abandoned mine shaft with a cooking stove and a lay in of firewood enough for a couple of months at least!" Quickly the wagoneers rehitched their mules and by lantern light made their way desperately toward the shelter. As the snows fell it became an ever increasing struggle to move forward. Finally by dawn, with a foot fallen of raging snow, they reached the hole in the mountainside where James had guided them. The woman and children quickly went into the dark tunnel with lamps and blankets, bed rolls and food stocks, while the men folk using the wagon tarps to build a makeshift front door for the cave to protect from the wind and cold. Soon a cheery fire was going in the stove, and warmth began to return to the exhausted travelers. Searching back into the mine they found it dead ended about 40 feet back. Whatever vein of gold there was had played out after a few seasons work. Still, it was safe from the cold and indeed there was one room that opened up about 20 feet in, filled with fire wood, old barrels, and wooden crates, and a 5 gallon tin of kerosene, enough for light for months if used sparingly. Exhausted they slept through the day and by evening awoke to find that the snow outside was 6 feet deep and that worse than that, the mules had gotten lose during the day and wandered away to who knows where. By now they were probably dead in a snow drift miles from here and unrecoverable. With nothing but the empty shell of the wagons, Frank Headford decided they must build a better front door to the cave, one that held in heat and kept out scavengers. Though bears hibernate, this was the winter's first storm and this cave was prime territory for a wintering bear to seek out. The six men quickly dismantled the wagons and built a front wall with a door that swung in so that the snows would not trap it closed. A day passed and the snow continued lighter than before and slowly stopped at about 8 feet deep. Frank and the other men had a conference in the main room were the stove and firewood was. The women sat around on the crates nervously sowing on patches to garments, or cooking on the stove as they listened. "There aint no way around it." Said Jesse. "We got to go back to Fort Carling. We have only one and a half month's provisions and this winter freeze will likely last six." They had been careful to hunt for game and had made their dry goods last for emergencies. James looked grim. "There ain't no way to haul our women folk through 8 feet of snow without mules and in this cold. We will have to send some back for help and leave the women here." "Oh no!" Anne Simmons began to weep. "Don't leave me James! We will starve or freeze or who knows what awful fate!" James comforted Anne giving her a hug. "Anne it's the only way. Me and the men folk will take a weeks worth of food and make better time going down the mountain than we could with yall in tow. Left alone your food will last longer and we will send help as soon as we are back at Fort Carlings. Its our only chance." So it was decided. The four men and two older sons would set out on foot through the snow, the 12 women would wait it out in the cave till help arrived. With luck and Gods help that would be in about two months. After many tearful goodbyes and prayers the men set out of the cave waving goodbye as the women prepared for a long captivity alone in the wilderness cut off from the outside world. Chapter 2 Food Shortage The twelve women that remained behind ranged in ages from 32 down to six years of age. There was Fanny Headford the eldest and her two daughters Melissa 13 and Constance 10. Anne Simmons was younger at 25 and was James' second wife who had died giving birth to James Jr. She had one daughter aged seven named Trudy-Anne. Mary Berry was 29 with three daughters Molly age 9 Beth age 8 and the youngest in the group Katie at 6. Then there was Shelly Holton(27) who had twin daughters Sherry and Charlotte both aged 10. All were Caucasian from the Massachusetts city of New Bedford where they had pooled their family moneys after selling their farms to chase the dream their husbands had read about in all the papers of the '49 gold strike in Sutters Mill California. "The men may be gone for months!" Anne Simmons wailed miserably. "How are we going to make the food last? Even if we eat as little as possible we have maybe 7 weeks worth of food. We can't hunt or gather in the snow." "What you say is true." Fanny, the leader of the group replied. These are indeed desperate times for us and we will need to ration as though it may take three months or more before we get help." No one wanted to think what may happen if the men died and they had to live here for the next six months slowly dieing of starvation. "We also will have a sanitation problem. We are in essence trapped in this cave at least until the snows pack and harden more, and we cannot sleep in our own filth." Shelly stood and looked very sober. "I have a solution to both problems but one that no one will like." She looked at her two twins with loving tears in her eyes. "But rather than see these children starve, drastic times call for drastic measures." All the women waited for her solution eager to try anything to avoid slow agonizing death. "Well tell us." Anne insisted. "You don't mean for us to eat one another. That I would rather die than do." "Nothing that drastic." Shelly replied, but almost that bad." "Tell us already." Fanny agreed with Anne. "Bad news is best given quickly." "We must eat each others excrement." Shelly answered. The room was shocked into silence. "Mommy what is excurmate?" asked little Katie. "I'm hungry when can we eat?" Fanny responded first. "Though it is shocking and an abomination, I cannot see where there is another choice." Anne stood up, her eyes flashing in anger. "That is absurd. Bile is...poisonous. We cannot expect to live eating...oh that is so disgusting!" "It is not deadly though it has some foul ingredients." Shelly continued. "It also contains nutrient no matter how objectionable, and supplemented with our food supply we can avoid toxicity by eating it as sparingly as we can." "I think we might have to use it less than sparingly." Fanny countered. "I think we may need to eat it as often as it comes available and use our other food as supplement. If it has poison it is very slow. I have watched farm animals consume great quantities of both human and animal waste to no ill effect." Anne paced back and forth like a caged animal. "And who is going to go first in this sick experiment? It won't be me, I will make due with regular food even if I starve!" "I will go first." Said Shelly. "Its my idea. "We won't waste fuel cooking it, or subject the room to more odor than necessary, but I will take the first from who ever needs to go right now." "Who needs to use the outhouse?" Fanny looked around the room. Practically all the children raised their hands. "Well then it is settled. "Shelly will go first, then each girl in turn will eat from another in the room. Older girls will feed each from other and the younger children who eat least may share from an adult. Anne, you may not wish to eat, but you have no right to pollute the room. You too will feed some of the children." "I suggest directly from source to mouth". Shelly said lying on a blanket. "There will be the least bad smell that way." The woman and children looked at each other in confused silence. The abomination of the situation seemed beyond imagination, and modesty even between women seemed very compromised. "Well?" Shelley demanded looked up sternly. "Would you rather wind up like the Donner party in the Sierras three years ago and have to resort to cannibalizing starved corpses?" The fear and logic of the situation dawned on at least some of the group, whom up till now, had not looked that far ahead or realized what the end might be like. Little Katie Berry stepped closer to Shelly, looking back to her Mother who had given her a slight push forward. Mary Berry, the mother of three and the woman with the most children to lose finally spoke. "Lands sake this is an embarrassing situation for us all, but I cannot see the fault in it. Not with the lives of everyone here at stake. Katie, you must go potty in Mrs. Holton's mouth. Try to catch your pee in a cup and let the poopie go as slowly as you can." Katie hesitantly lifted her calico dress and lowered her pantaloons, needing rather badly to use the toilet. Her Mom Mary handed her an old tin cup the men had used for drinking whiskey at the end of a long days trail. Shelly took Katie's foot and placed it next to her head helping the child to position herself. The little girl squatted holding the tin cup close to her alabaster white quim, as her tight pucker began to rapidly bulge at the pressure of excrement she was holding back. The sound of liquid filling metal in a steady stream began, as Katie peed in the cup. She strained, biting at her lip and moaned. Polloooop! The first bile sausage erupted from Katie's tiny ass like it was propelled from a sling, and it landed in the middle of Shelly's face, missing her mouth. "Oh!" Shelly gave a small yelp of surprise. "Aim child, you are soiling me!" But the eruption was followed by a yellowish stream of half firm diarrhea-like paste that plastered half of Shelly's face, only a portion making it into her open mouth. The stench and the taste were most intense, but Shelly Holton had faced wild Indians, bears and half crazed Mountain men so she did not flinch but began chewing the filth, and scooping the rest into her mouth as she could. Katie whimpered as the last pathetic dribbles and farts left her winking straining anus. The child stepped away looking down at the work she had done and blushed deeply to know she had just shit in a woman's face. Quickly she gathered her panties and began to pull then up. "No wait!" Fanny held the child's arm. "You haven't cleaned yourself yet. We haven't spare cloth or paper and there are no cobs of corn. I suggest you let me do it for you." Bending the child forward and throwing her dress back up over her back the eldest woman of the group began to lick Katie's asshole till it was thoroughly clean. By now Shelly had finished most of the shit she could scrape off her face, and without pause, Fanny turned to her and licked the remainder off her, leaving her face as clean as before the accident. The other women and girls looked on in sick fascination. It was akin to witnessing a hanging. One knew it was a morbid and ghoulish thing to transfix one's eyes on, but one could not help but be curious. Mary Berry stepped forward next. "I shall go next to receive. She said a quick prayer of thanks for her food, even though it was hardly the kind of meal one is grateful for. Lying down where Shelly had been on the blanket, she looked to her next eldest daughter Beth, who was 8 years old and doing an uncomfortable shuffle from extreme need to void her bowels. "Beth, do as Katie did. Do not be ashamed. I want you to squat over my mouth and let it go there. Do you understand?" Beth, the raven haired child with freckles, wearing a sun bonnet to keep her ears warm nodded her head without argument. She quickly slipped out of her pantaloons and squatted over her mother's mouth. "Mommy," do I have to eat poo too?" she asked, her voice trembling. "It smells so bad." "We have to Beth." Mary replied with resolve. "We have to or we will not make it till we are rescued." Mary held the child's bare bottom in her hands carefully positioning Beth's anus to her mouth. She wanted to avoid the plastering Shelly Holton had received by taking the meal at a greater distance. Beth began to push and the shit flowed with such speed she could not hold it back. Quickly it filled her Mother's mouth and squirted out the corners of her lips from the back pressure. Globs and driblets sprayed the other women who gave sudden shrieks of surprised disgust. Mary gulped as quickly as she could but her face still became quite brown with the overflow. Beth panted a sigh of relief, rising from her mother to see the woman with a coating of stick muck from her nose to her chin. Mary chewed and swallowed, her eyes closed in grim determination. "I ... am... finished." She managed after about two minutes. She opened her eyes. She looked over to her eldest daughter Molly. "Child come here. Lick your sister's bottom clean and then my face." Molly looked around the room quite sheepishly. "Mommy, I..." but she could not think of a reasonable objection so she kneeled behind Beth and began to slowly lick up and down her sister's shitty ass crack. To be continued...