This is a work of fiction any similarities between the characters, events, or locations in this story and actual locations, events, or people are purely coincidental.
© 2004 Warlord
Earl was finally satisfied with the harnessing of the team to his stagecoach. Gaby, Hannah and I relinquished our horses, with thanks. I had ridden all over the ambush site, with those two trailing. I picked up my empty 50-95 shells wherever I could find them.
The robbers seemed to have no similar powerful firearm. They had pistols, or carbines that were chambered for pistol cartridges. The ability to use the same round in both guns was most important to them.
I maybe had no ‘clues,’ but I felt confident that I had a better understanding of the ‘personality’ of our assailants.
I helped my ladies aboard, and crawled up next to Earl. He cracked his whip until he had the team trotting along. Most of the posse surrounded us, returning to Lusk. They left members to pick up any items left by the robbers. I saw little more than dead horses with their saddles. The robbers had collected their dead.
We arrived in Lusk, stopping at the Lusk Boarding House. The sheriff offered to guard the stage while we ate and slept. My thinking was that one go-round with the robbers was as much as necessary; let’s not give them time to regroup. There were Indians to consider as well. The four of us decided to eat and then press on.
Once again, a couple of silver dollars dramatically improved our meal. At the meal’s conclusion, Earl headed for the stage company barn to supervise another change of teams. I stood on the front porch with my cigar, while the ladies cleaned up a bit with the help of the proprietress, the widow Johnson.
The three of us walked to the barn. I helped them aboard, and joined Earl in the box. He took us out of town on to the trail at a gallop, finally slowing the horses to a trot when well out of town. We pushed, on stopping ONLY for fresh horses, and refilling canteens while emptying bladders. Meals were cold, eaten while we were moving.
We fell into a monotonous sort of rhythm, daylight and dark, as we changed horses in Jay Em, Lingle, Hawk Springs, and Chugwater. Making the run into Fort Cheyenne from there.
We arrived at the fort in mid-afternoon. We rolled in their open front gate, to be greeted by Captain Arnold Lyre, commander of Fort Cheyenne.
By prior agreement, the Army would protect any gold or mail until picked up by representatives of the Denver Mint, or the Post Office, respectively.
We parked next to the camp stockade. A no-nonsense sergeant supervised the transfer of strong boxes and mail sacks into locking cells. He fastened strong boxes together with military handcuffs, then locked the cells. He posted armed guards. The demeanor of the guards was similarly businesslike.
Captain Lyre provided the visiting officers’ quarters for us. Earl begged off, he was driving the coach to the company barns, and then he was on his way to the saloon next. Earl would sleep it off in the stable near his beloved horses. Hopefully he would find a lady to join him in the haymow.
We were standing on the porch of the neat detached house we would be sharing as the retreat cannon fired. We watched the flag lowering ceremony and heard the bugle play its mournful notes.
Gaby and Hannah wanted nothing more than to clean up after our gritty journey. Before we did, I had a task to perform. I sat on the porch, with Gaby and Hannah for company, cleaning the guns we had fired. With their help, handing me cleaning implements, we were quickly done. It was time to move inside our quarters and relax.
We entered, to find an oddity. Apparently a certain yellow haired cavalry officer had ordered the installation of a cast-iron claw foot bathtub, in a small room added to the quarters. A hand pump next to a coal stove, with several tin buckets, was the source of hot water. The drain directed to a sluice through the wall, dumping into a flowerbed. We three would be the beneficiaries of his largesse, as we cleaned up from our journey.
The captain requested our presence for a formal welcome reception tomorrow. Tonight we were quite on our own. The reception meant one thing, of course. Shopping. Gaby was taking Hannah shopping, since neither of them had a thing to wear!
Gabrielle shut and locked the door to our quarters. Hannah set a straight backed armless chair in the center of the living room rug. Gaby led me to the chair and bade me to sit.
Hannah and Gaby stood in front of me with their eyes downcast. In unison they asked for my forgiveness. Hannah then requested a just punishment to expunge their transgression. Immediately Gaby produced a leather Hame strap. Kneeling with her head down, Gaby extended the leather strap to me. Hannah knelt next to her.
Suddenly Gaby stood up; she began to disrobe, dropping her clothing on the floor at her feet. When she was naked, Gaby lay down across my lap. I placed my hand on her ass. Gaby shivered when she felt the strap touch her. I said gruffly, “Twelve. You will count together, then Hannah gets the same, with you both counting.”
There was no answer so I swatted her lightly. She yelped more in surprise than any pain.
She said, “One.”
I looked at a sweating, bright-eyed, hand wringing Hannah, who repeated, “One.”
The strap was wrapped around my hand. I really was angry with Gaby for her failure to inform me about her bag of gold. The next several strokes on her thighs and ass had that anger powering them.
Gaby was howling in honest pain now, writhing on my lap, begging for me to stop her torture. Despite her pleas and her bona fide pain, when I spread her legs her cunt was wet with her desire. I lied! After the twelfth stroke, Gaby relaxed. I snapped the strap the length of her cunt with just the tip of the strap striking her clit. Gaby screeched loudly and passed out.
Hannah looked at me, with her eyes huge on her face. I lifted Gaby slightly, rolling her off my lap onto the floor. I gestured at my lap.
Hannah began to disrobe. Under her shapeless clothing Hannah was hiding a slim, athletic body with abundant shapely breasts, a tight ass and long tapering legs ending in tiny feet. She stood before me, making no attempt to cover herself, standing with hands at sides for my frank scrutiny.
I gestured, and Hannah settled on my lap. I trailed the strap along her back as she shuddered. I swatted her. She yelped, “One.”
I took a wrap on the Hame strap swinging strongly at her left cheek. Hannah wailed then she huffed, “Two.”
I took my time as I varied location of my strokes with her ass cheeks and thighs getting roughly equal treatment. Suddenly she flexed her body up with a loud cry of, “Poppa, not so hard. Don’t make it hurt so bad, poppa.”
I paused. Poppa? Her daddy the preacher man spanked her? I looked down to make eye contact with a now conscious Gabrielle who lying on her back with her hands busy between her legs. Gaby had a quizzical expression to match my own.
When I spread Hannah’s legs I found her little blonde muff to be soaked. I struck twelve! Following her ‘twelve’ as she calmed, Hannah’s legs were still widely spread I strapped her cunt vertically with the leather tip smacking her clit loudly.
Hannah SCREAMED as she clutched at my leg with her body writhing. She relaxed into a swoon as liquid soaked my lap. I rolled her off my lap into Gabrielle’s arms.
I stood up walking into the bathtub room. I filled tin pans with water, starting the coal fire under them. I dug my soaps out of my saddlebags. I found my bottle of Metronidazole. Krista provided them as treatment if I contracted Dysentery. I was not treating my drinking water; hopefully my gut would adapt before I needed the pills. I left them in the saddlebags.
I walked back out to the living room, rejoining the two lovely ladies who sat on the floor, cuddling. I shed my clothes, joining them naked. Hannah giggled; then she shifted to allow me to sit between them.
Gaby encouraged Hannah to tell me her story. Hannah suddenly seemed eager to tell us about ‘poppa’, her father Preacher Norton. Hannah started softly, “Poppa is the leader of our congregation and all are expected to submit to him. Momma, Beatrice, my younger sisters and me are obedient to him in all things.
I asked her, “Sexually? Are you obedient to ALL your father’s wishes?”
Hannah colored as she nodded. Gaby had a hand between my legs, lightly stroking me as Hannah softly continued her story. “The members of the congregation must submit to poppa. All are obedient. The families tithe. If not in money than goods, food, or anything of value that poppa finds to be acceptable. Men surrender their wives and daughters if poppa requests it.”
Hannah saw my hardened cock, with Gaby’s fingers wrapped around it. Hannah touched the tip sticking out of Gaby’s fist with her fingers as she spoke. “Poppa believes in the ‘old testament’ for his discipline. His broad leather belt is used in our family and also during services if a sister does not honor, respect, and obey her husband, father, brothers, or other male members of the congregation.”
I asked, “Tell me about the gold.”
Hannah answered animatedly, “Father trusted me to carry the gold that had been tithed to him on this journey. I am to carry it to the Fort Cheyenne bank and deposit it in his name.”
I shook my head as I said, “You could have been killed and the gold stolen.”
Hannah was unperturbed as she replied, “Poppa said that one of us would get through eventually. We were serving God with our sacrifice.”
I exclaimed heatedly, “Rat bastard. Sits on his ass while you risk everything.”
Hannah had her head down looking at my cock. She raised her head, smiling at me as she said, “You stayed to protect me. No one has ever protected me.”
I was confused, and said so. Hannah continued, “You sent off the team of horses during the attack. I expected you to jump on one of them and ride away with them to bring back our rescuers. I was shocked when you stayed to fight, to protect us. No one, ever…”
Words failed her as she grabbed me hugging me fiercely. Gaby threw her arms around both of us. We sat on the floor in the gathering darkness together each with our own thoughts.
I was loath to get up from this tangle of beautiful naked women, but we needed to clean up and then sleep. I gently nudged Gaby saying, “Please light the lamps, Gaby honey.”
She stood up, and went about lighting the kerosene lamps in the living room and bedroom. I checked the bathtub and found the water on the stove boiling hot. We would be bathing in the Japanese style tonight.
I filled several washbasins with water, mixing the hot and well water until it was nicely tempered. I brought Gaby and Hannah, still naked, into the room.
First I stood Gaby in the empty tub. I wet her thoroughly, using the contents of one of the basins. I washed her hair with my modern shampoo, rinsed, then washed it again. I washed her body scrupulously, with ample soap and more hot water. Finally, I rinsed her with a tin bucket of only slightly cooled water.
I helped her out of the tub, wrapping her in a large cotton sheet. Hannah went in the big tub next. Standing with trepidation, she awaited her fate. I wet her thoroughly. I washed her hair meticulously. I relished the texture of her blonde tresses as her hair came clean. I began the enjoyable task of washing her body. I scrubbed her body using my hands and fingers. I washed her body painstakingly, with much soap and more hot water, until every part was clean. Again, the final rinse was a full bucket of next to hot water. I wrapped her in another cotton sheet.
It was my turn as I wet my body, washed my hair and then washed my self until I was satisfied that all the trail dust was going down the drain. I emptied a piping hot tin bucket over myself, much to the amusement of my two ladies.
Next, I used soap and hot water to clean the tub. When I was satisfied, I plugged the drain, filling it with more tin buckets of ‘boiling’ hot water. With the addition of cold well water the tub was brim full of hot water.
I stepped into the tub. It was perfect, just verging on painful! I gestured to Hannah who pulled off her towel as she obediently stepped close enough so that I could lift her in my arms then slowly lower her into the water. She screamed and thrashed, splashing water, until she adjusted to the temperature. I motioned to Gaby who also shed her towel as she stepped close. I picked her up, then slowly let her body sink below the surface. Gaby yelped, pulling at me. I knelt next to Gaby, steadying her as she adjusted to the sensations.
Then I settled in the water between Gaby and Hannah, with my arms around both of them. The water was up to our necks, sloshing over the sides with any movement.
The two of them finally admitted that they were starting to enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by the hot water. It was ‘relaxing’.
After the tension on the trail I was feeling lassitude as I sank into the water. Gaby and Hannah were talking softly and giggling. Someone’s hand was gripping my cock, jacking me, keeping me hard. I was cupping two breasts, holding a nipple between the fingers of each hand. One was Gaby’s and the other Hannah’s.
I said, “Okay, loves, I promise I won’t get angry. At least I think I can promise that. So both of you please tell the truth. Was this just an elaborate charade? Do either of you have a sister?”
There was an immediate tsunami of tub water, as both Gaby and Hannah ended up kneeling over me with concerned faces. They took turns kissing me and caressing my face. Gaby spoke up first as she softly said, “I really, truly have a sister. Jacinthe is waiting in St. Louis for my telegram telling her to take the railroad to Fort Cheyenne. Only after we knew that I was traveling here, all of us working at Miss Emma’s pooled gold that we had earned to be deposited in the bank here. This is not all the gold; we knew that I might die. I took the risk gladly. I desperately want to see my sister. I knew, too, that you would do everything in your power to get us to the fort safely. I owe you my life.”
Gabrielle paused to gather herself. “I give you something now I have never given a man unreservedly. I give you my body, my mind, my heart, and my soul.”
She sat on her heels carefully watching me waiting for my reaction. I grabbed her, hugging her to my chest. I was kissing her everywhere that I could reach. I said, “I accept your gift. I just hope I can keep proving that I deserve it.”
We settled back in the tub with Gaby lying on top of me. Hannah was still kneeling, with her hand on my arm. She said, “Please believe me as well. Beatrice, my sister is also waiting in St. Louis. Despite what my father intended, I wanted to see my sister and to ensure her safe passage back to Deadwood. I now know that this journey had another purpose.”
I was a bit surprised by the last statement. More so as Hannah continued boldly, “I pledge to you that I will serve you faithfully, obedient and submitting to you in all things.”
I demurred, “Hannah…”
She shook her head as she touched the Celtic cross on my chest with just the tip of her finger. She continued softly, “There is light surrounding you. To what purpose I am not sure. I know now that Beatrice and I are meant to serve you.”
I pulled her down into a three-way hug with Gaby. I was nonplussed. First Caitlin, and now Hannah, seemed to know at least part of our ‘secret,’ and more importantly, seemed to have an inkle of the why of our journey through time.
Gaby nodded calmly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world for a strongly religious young girl to pledge herself to someone surrounded by ‘light.’
Me? I was scared shitless. Wondering, why? It scared me worse than all the gold robbers combined. Why did the wormhole open? Why were we here?
By this time, the water was tepid. We were all relaxed. My cock had softened, despite the caresses of my companions.
I climbed out of the tub first. I helped Hannah to step away from the tub, wrapping her in another cotton sheet. I lifted Gaby; then, with soft kisses I set her down next to Hannah. She, too, was wrapped in a cotton sheet. I pulled the plug on the tub, allowing the water to drain into the flower garden. I began to dry off with my own sheet.
Hannah and Gaby swiftly took me by the hand, leading me into ‘our’ bedroom. A grand bed with a filigree brass head and footboard dominated the large bedroom. It was left to Gaby to speculate on the types of entertainment that would require such a bed.
The ladies pulled down the covers as they sat me on the edge of the bed. They each removed their swaddling sheet. Then Hannah removed mine. She knelt next to me on the bed, kissing me as her fingers explored my face lightly, touching and caressing me as she kissed my eyes, chin, nose, and only then my lips.
Gaby knelt. Gently spreading my knees, she moved forward between my legs. Gaby leaned forward, breathing on my soft cock. She raised my cock, stretching it on my belly, licking along it full length with long, soft licks, alternated with sucking my balls into her warm mouth.
As my cock hardened, Gaby took the head into her mouth, sucking on it until her cheeks flattened. She poked the tip of her tongue into the pee slit, then she lashed the head with her tongue. With her mouth surrounding my shaft, Gaby drove her head forward, sinking my cock into her throat as my balls lightly touched her chin.
Hannah was kneeling behind me as I sat up. She was licking the back of my neck while she caressed my chest, tugging and pinching my nipples.
With Gaby taking my dick in her throat and Hannah’s fondling, I was soon at a plateau. Gaby felt my balls draw up, as she was cradling them in her warm fingers. She drew back until just the head of my cock was in her mouth. She was lashing the head with her tongue as she stroked me. I cradled her head in my hands as I came, spraying her mouth.
Gaby continued to lick me until I was clean, stopping only when I was too sensitive for her to continue. She crawled up my body until she reached Hannah. Gaby opened her mouth, pushing white pearls of my come into Hannah’s unresisting mouth. They kissed, sharing my spending until it was gone.
They tucked me under the blankets, positioning me on my side. Hannah gently slid into my arms, with her head tucked under my chin. One of her legs was wrapped over my hip. Gaby was behind me, with her breasts against my back and her hand lightly cradling my cock.
Gaby craned forward for a kiss, as Hannah raised her head to receive hers. I leaned forward into Hannah’s blonde tresses. I was asleep instantaneously.
I woke up to a lovely sensation of wet lips surrounding my cock. I was lying on my back. My eyes opened to see Gabrielle’s smile. My fingers quickly tangled in Hannah’s blonde curls. My cock hardened under her sweet ministrations.
Hannah crawled up my body until she could kiss my lips. She tugged on my shoulders, rolling us over, until she was on her back with me on top. Her intentions were now clear. Hannah shifted her body; with Gaby’s help, my cock was at the entrance to her cunt. I settled on Hannah, with my cock slowly entering her. I paused when I was fully inside her tight sheath. I began slow stroking down into Hannah’s body. My hands were on her breasts as I continued to make love to Hannah.
Gaby was not left out. She was kissing us in turn and caressing us, helping build our passion. I reached down, grasping Hannah’s ankles, spreading her legs widely. I began stroking into her with more force. She was not quiet or ladylike in her enjoyment. Hannah pulled my head down into a kiss. A flush was visible on her chest as her cunt ripple triggered my spending, making her cry out in response.
I settled on top of Hannah, then rolled us to our sides, still joined as we cooled. Hannah gently kissed me; then she kissed Gaby. My softening cock finally fell out of Hannah’s delightful grotto. Hannah pushed me on my back as she rose on her hands and knees, moving down my body until she could lick and suck my cock, cleaning it of our juices.
Gaby was behind her, lying on her back between Hannah’s legs with Hannah’s messy cunt centered on her mouth, pulling down on Hannah’s butt cheeks. Gaby was intent on cleaning it painstakingly, with her tongue reaching deep into Hannah.
Hannah, moving back up my body for her kiss, finally ended our morning play. We untangled, kissing each other as we clambered out of our oversized bed. We had much to do today.
Hannah cleaned the three of us with hot water in a basin. I dug through my saddlebags to find a dress shirt, and a small strong side holster with a short-barreled Colt.
The shotgun, Winchester, and the belt with the Colt and Bowie would not be going with us today.
Gaby and Hannah would wear their traveling clothes one more day until they could deposit the gold, and buy some new clothing. Gaby helped Hannah shorten the hem, and then gave her a belt. Suddenly Hannah’s shapeless sack was transformed, showcasing beautifully a shapely girl.
I dressed with my shoulder holster back under my arm. My knife sheath and the small right hand holster both were threaded on my pants belt. Gaby found a short, unlined, natural leather jacket in a closet. I put it on, covering my shoulder holster. The ladies now pronounced me ‘presentable’ as we left our quarters.
The no-nonsense sergeant from yesterday with the southern accent who answered to ‘Smith’ met us as we walked off the porch and on the parade ground in the center of the post. He informed us that the officer’s mess was ready to serve us breakfast. He further informed us that Captain Lyre would provide our transportation during our stay. The ladies opted to skip breakfast, which meant I did too.
We entered the neat stable. The Fort’s complement was mixed, with both cavalry and infantry units. Their total reliance on ‘horse’ power made the Stable Sergeant an important man on post. We met Sergeant Moffett in his domain.
Moffett offered us a two-seat Surrey, pulled by two horses. This buggy was eight feet long with two five-foot wide leather upholstered seats, one behind the other. Their surrey was painted in military blue, with a blue and yellow canvas top.
Moffett had his enlisted men harness a matched pair of black horses to the Surrey. Sergeant ‘Smith’ handed me a Trap-door Springfield carbine with a full cartridge box of 45-70 rounds. He showed me the discreet carbine scabbard under the front seat.
I handed Gaby and Hannah into the front seat. We stopped at our quarters to pick up their ‘luggage,’ then into Cheyenne. First we visited the telegraph office, where Gaby and Hannah sent their respective sisters telegrams with travel instructions.
The bank was next. Gaby paused next to her bag. I shook my head. She laughed, then carried it into the Denver-Cheyenne Bank. True to her word, her carpetbag was filled with smaller sacks of various sizes, each with a nametag. The bank clerks efficiently weighed the gold, establishing an account for each person with the cash value. Hannah’s hatbox also had several bags, but those were of uniform size. As the clerk began her transaction, I intervened:
“Weigh it up. Half goes into the preacher’s account, and half into Hannah’s.”
The bank clerk nodded. Made no difference to her. Hannah was taken aback; she started to protest. I gently put my fingers on her lips as I shook my head. I said, “Not another word. Think of it as a delivery charge.”
Hannah looked stunned when the clerk gave her the receipt for her new account. By this time, Gaby had completed her transactions.
We walked next door to the Suttler’s Store. Gaby and Hannah immediately selected a black dress suit with black dress boots for me. I, meantime, picked up shirts, rounds for my pistols, and shotgun shells. I bowed to the inevitable, grabbing several empty carpetbag suitcases. Gaby now led Hannah into the ladies’ clothing area.
The store had an extensive variety of saddles, tack and harness. I browsed through the assortment. I was looking for a new whip. With the number of horse drawn teams in the area’ I had confidence that I would find a replacement.
I found a twelve-foot Snake Whip. Snake because it does not have a solid wooden handle, allowing it to be curled tightly like a snake. The whip was made with 20 plaits of alternating black and brown leather, surrounding a core of tiny bird shot for weight and flexibility. The short ‘handle,’ about an inch in diameter, was tightly braided leather ending in a small knob. At the business end was a single thin leather fall, ending in a popper.
I asked the clerk, “Tasha, is there was anywhere to ‘try out’ a whip?”
Tasha led me to a back door, out into a courtyard overgrown with weeds. I pulled on my light leather gloves as I stepped into the courtyard. First I slowly rolled the knob of the whip to check the whip’s weave and natural drop. I picked a position with a sphere twelve feet around me of unobstructed space.
First I just ‘cracked the whip’ getting its feel. It felt WONDERFUL! I tried overhand, underhand and side arm throws. The large patch of overgrown thistles in a corner became my targets.
Once I accurately estimated the distance for a full stroke, I was using the whip’s fall to cut leaves off the thistle plants. I began practicing accuracy, using the popper to hit leaves, then individual thistle blooms. Soon, an immediate explosion of thistle seeds followed the wicked ‘crack’!
After a brisk series with three blooms gone one after another all with loud cracks of the whip, I was aware of Tasha clapping from her place at the door. I stopped as she exclaimed, “You should be in the Wild West Show. I’ve never seen the like. Buffalo Bill himself couldn’t do that!”
I nodded as I said, “Thank you. The whip likes me. I’ll take it, please.”
Tasha sold me half dozen spare falls and poppers, along with a small container of NeatsFoot Oil. I pushed a small pin into the braided handle, indicating the natural weave. Now I could find it immediately by feel. I rolled the whip into a coil, hanging it from the knife handle in the middle of my back.
I returned to the horsemen’s supplies to look at riding crops. I picked out two crops. First, a two-foot-long braided leather crop, having a solid ivory handle, with a German Silver cap and a wrist loop terminating in a thin loop popper barely wider than its shaft. Next, a springy thirty-inch long crop, with a two-inch square leather popper.
Tasha asked, “Do you want to try those?”
I said, “Yes. Yes I do.”
I walked over to Gaby and Hannah, who were just finishing up their clothing shopping, with Tasha trailing after me. I stood next to Hannah, whispering in her ear, “Darling, bend over and grab that low shelf, right now. Keep your knees straight.”
Hannah hastily bent over. I reached down, bunching her, skirt raising it over her back exposing her butt tautened by her posture. I swung the longer crop, with the two-inch popper striking the meatiest part of her right butt cheek. Hannah yelped stridently. I dropped her skirt, helping her straighten up.
Tasha had her hand in her mouth; she was crimson from her hairline to her tiptoes. Gaby was giggling. Hannah’s eyes were intense, her chest was flushed and nipples prominent.
I handed both the crops to Tasha, saying, “Please add these to our order. I will be paying for all of it. Please give me one complete bill for everything.”