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
I t took several trips by all of us, including store clerks, for our purchases to be deposited in the Surrey. During this transfer, Tasha was never more than an arm length from me, much to Gaby’s amusement. Tasha stood at the counter, looking somewhat forlorn, as the door was closing behind us.
As we left the Suttler, Gaby and Hannah were extravagant in their promises for my reward for funding their shopping expedition. Hannah said, “I’ve NEVER had a day like this. What do you want to do next?”
I said, “I’m hungry. How about a nice meal?”
Enthusiastic assent was immediate. I handed Gaby and Hannah into the Surrey. I drove us to the Cheyenne House across from the railway station.
The maitre d’hotel led us to a table on the second floor. The table was covered with fine linens, crystal tableware, and sterling silver cutlery. A tray-sized sterling silver chaser with gold trim marked each place. The chaser had a 24-karat gold, stylized ‘C’ in the center.
I seated my ladies. Gaby and Hannah had changed into simple, elegant, colorful silk frocks that enhanced their beauty as it tantalized the eye of every onlooker.
The waiter arrived, dressed in black with a small white apron around his middle, and a white towel over his arm. He said his name was John. I said, “John, I want this to be the best meal of these two lovely ladies’ memories. This is yours…” Handing him a twenty dollar gold piece. “…And one more just like it at the end if the ladies are entranced.”
John was immediately attentive. We had his full attention; he was at our service.
Gaby asked about wine. John had the wine steward at our table without delay. Gaby made knowledgeable selections for several wines throughout our meal’s several courses.
Gaby always exuded a ‘born of the manor’ air relaxed and confident in any setting. Hannah had never been exposed to anything remotely like this, yet she carried herself with a natural grace, not looking or acting out of place as Gaby gently coached her.
The champagne arrived, first thing. I toasted Gaby and Hannah with a glass of bubbly, then sipped. I usually don’t like champagne, too dry. This was sweet, almost like desert wine. I liked it! I would talk to Gaby. I wanted some of this when I was back at Emma’s, and could relax. Right now, I drank sparingly. I needed my wits about me.
Hannah was tipsy! By the end of our sumptuous meal, Hannah had the giggles. She was only sipping her wine, but, a teetotaler until now, she was unable to handle even that modest amount of alcohol. She was inebriated, but in a very cute way.
I settled up with a grateful waiter, John paying for our repast and making good on my promise. I walked out on the boardwalk, with a lady on each arm. Hannah was having a tiny bit of trouble with her parasol. A laughing Gaby helped her open it.
Gaby wanted a laundry to clean our travel clothing before the return trip. We went to China town to find one. I drove us up and down the narrow streets of Cheyenne’s ‘China Town.’ The contingent of Chinese laborers on the railroad had brought their culture the length of the rails.
Gaby picked the Lucky Dragon Laundry. I carried our clothing inside. Gaby began explaining what she wanted to the proprietor. She spoke a few phrases in Chinese. The animated owner was much more cooperative. Gaby never ceased to amaze me!
We stood in the street in front of the laundry. Gaby lit me another cigar. Hannah was back to the giggles as Gaby shared a joke with her. I heard a loud, “Fancy man. FANCY MAN! HEY YOU, MR FANCY MAN!”
I looked at the mouth of the alley just down from us. A wizened Chinese man was gesturing me closer. I walked over with Gaby and Hannah following. He asked a question:
“Fancy man, you buy girl? Good fucky sucky girl.”
I smilingly shook my head. He looked exasperated as he said, No, NO. BUY girl. Keep girl.”
He spoke in Chinese. Behind me Gaby tugged at my arm. I half turned; I wanted this old man in front of me. Gaby quietly said, “He thinks you’re our pimp. He means to sell you a whore.”
I was about to demur when the old man gestured. He suddenly pulled a figure out of the alley. He said simply, “Mei Bao.”
She was dressed in a white silk brocade Cheongsam. It was tight, with deep slits up both sides. Her dress bodice was decorated with silver and gold dragons.
She was astonishing. Her almond eyes were alive with intelligence and something else – secrets. Her long black hair was in a single braid, far down her back. Mei Bao was slim, with a full bosom straining against her Cheongsam. When she moved, the slits in her skirt hinted at her long legs. She was an oriental fantasy come to life.
Gaby and Hannah were silent. I decided to purchase her -- of course. I told myself that her short unhappy, life would be spent servicing the roughest miners in the crudest camps if I did not purchase her.
There was a large barrel next to us. It made a makeshift table for our transaction. I reached in my jacket, taking out a small leather pouch. I counted out five twenty-dollar gold pieces, stacking them on the barrel. I looked at him expectantly.
He shook his head, with broad gestures. He held up seven fingers.
I stacked up another five gold pieces next to the first one. He reached out. I tapped the top of the barrel with my Colt now in my hand. He laughed as he said, “No. NO. Very GOOD sucky fucky girl.”
I piled up the third stack of coins. I had three hundred on the hogshead. Gaby was watching over my shoulder. Hannah and Gaby had their parasols up, shielding our business from casual view. I was uncomfortable out in the open, constantly looking up and down the street.
Now I was slower with my coins, dropping them on the barrel singly. After each one I looked at him waiting. When I had the fourth one on the barrel I heaved an exasperated sigh and opened my bag as if to sweep the coins back into my cache. He pointed at the stacks of coins, saying quickly, “One more. One more. One more.”
I dropped one more gold coin, making it four hundred. In almost a single motion, he swept up the coins, while pushing Mei Bao into my arms. He reached down to grasp a carpetbag that he tossed to Gaby.
He disappeared down the alleyway, leaving us with Mei Bao. Gaby immediately took charge of Mei. I wanted to be gone. I loaded my, now three, ladies in the Surrey front seat with me. I spanked the team with the reins, and we trotted out of China town.
We toured Cheyenne, as Gaby and Hannah talked to Mei. Gaby explained that I was not her pimp and Hannah was not a whore. Mei was surprised that I would buy her without a way for her to earn the price back. I said, “I need a servant. You, Mei Bao, will be my slave. I promise to be a good and kind master.”
I expected a reaction to that statement. I got none. Mei nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Soon Gaby, Hannah, and Mei were talking about Deadwood.
As I listened, something was bothering me. I kept the horses in motion as I worked it out. Finally it came to me.
Mei Bao was communicating with Gaby and Hannah in a combination of Chinese and simplified English, Pidgin English.
Mei Bao’s was somehow ‘wrong’
Hers was not the Pidgin of a native Chinese speaking English, it was more the mock dialect of a person educated in English. Not even like a stage play idiom -- even cruder, as if she was telling an extended ethnic joke.
Gaby and Hannah did not appear to notice. I needed to think about what this meant, and how to respond. In the mean time…
I wanted to check on Earl. I said as much to the girls. They agreed. We stopped at the stables, and the stablemen directed us to the ‘Nine Lives Saloon,’ where Earl was attempting to not draw a sober breath until it was time to leave.
We walked into the saloon with me slightly in advance of my companions. The bartender, pointing at Mei Bao, immediately spoke up. “You can’t bring THAT in here. I run a respectable place.”
I replied quietly as I touched my skimmer, “I just bought her. I don’t want to leave her outside. Is that a problem?”
He looked me over carefully; then his eyes got big, and he hastily said, “No, no. You understand, this is a decent place. We usually don’t allow her kind in here.”
I nodded. Gaby poked me lightly, pointing at a table near the wall. Earl was sitting with two ‘painted ladies,’ one older and one younger. An empty whiskey bottle sat in the center of the table, with another, half full, directly in front of Earl. Drunk, he looked little different; perhaps his eyes were a bit ‘glassy’.
Earl saw us, greeting us warmly. He poured me a shot of his whiskey. I sipped it as he motioned at his companions, saying, “Sally and Mary. Mother and daughter. Staying.”
The smiling ladies nodded. The resemblance was clearer with the introduction. I said, “We’re waiting for arrivals on the train from St. Louis. Enjoy yourself until then.”
Earl nodded as he pulled his younger companion on his lap. His hands were busy in her cleavage, while they kissed passionately. Hannah and Gaby giggled. I declined another drink, and we made our way to the door.
A voice behind me stopped us. “I don’t like drinking with them around. Chink cunt smell ruins the liquor.”
A greasy cowboy in an outsized cowboy hat was holding a large dagger in his right hand with his left hand up in guard position as he approached. He continued in his loud voice, “I’m gonna nut you and make a steer outa you, boy. Then I’m gonna cut her tits off. Teach you a lesson. Don’t bring your slant cunt whores around me.”
He stood back, waiting confidently for my reaction. I was well away from any wall, in a natural space between the bar and tables. I gestured my ladies over next to the bar. I was still wearing my light leather gloves. I took my new whip in my hand as I looked around. I rolled the whip handle, letting it uncoil on the floor at my side.
I smiled as I replied, “Yes, that would certainly do it. I’m surprised, though. The way you stink, like a fucking sheepherder, I’m amazed you can smell anything.”
He yelled in rage, starting for me. I made an overhand throw. The whip cracked loudly right in front of his face, startling him. He skidded to a stop. I glided forward, as the next overhand strike bit into his left hand. He jumped back, swearing. “You cocksucker…”
The next was sidearm, biting into his left cheek. I changed hands, the whip swinging over my head, with the next hitting his right cheek. He tried to grab at the whip. The next ‘crack’ bit deeply into the palm of his grabbing hand.
I struck at his arms and shoulders, alternating my hands and his sides, keeping him off balance. I calmly said, “How about I teach YOU a lesson, sheepherder. I’m going to pluck out one of your eyes.”
With that, the whip cracked loudly right in front of his face. He stumbled back, exposing his body. I moved forward on the balls of my feet. The whip was already uncoiling straight behind me overhead. He was right handed; I assumed that he would dress with his ‘family jewels’ to the left. The whip’s popper hit him on the left side of his crotch with a velocity of a 22 bullet -- biting right through the fabric of his pants. He dropped his knife with a high-pitched shriek of agony, grabbing at his balls. He rolled around on the floor crying, with blood welling between his fingers.
I looked around. The bar was silent. The bartender looked at me, saying, “He started it. You finished it.”
That decided it. The bar was back to drinking and talking. Several patrons went to help my assailant. I looked over; Earl was applauding me. I tipped my hat. I tossed the bartender a coin.
I looked at my companions. Gaby and Hannah were looking on with their eyes alight. Mei Bao looked like she going to vomit. I hustled them into the Surrey before we attracted more trouble.
We rode in the front gate of the fort to the salutes of the sentry. I pulled up next to our quarters. Gaby put Mei to work immediately. We unloaded the day’s plunder from the Surrey. When it was empty, I said, “I’ll drive the wagon to the stable.”
Gaby didn’t say anything. She took Mei’s right hand, as Hannah took the other. They joined me on the Surrey. We rode across the parade ground to the stables. I delivered the rig to Sergeant Moffett. He pulled the carbine out of the boot, handing it to me, saying, “This is yours while you are with us.”
I flipped up the breech as I tucked it under my arm, with the cartridge box in my left hand. I had a few moments with Moffett, securing some cordage. We walked back across the quadrangle toward our quarters. Sergeant ‘Smith’ intercepted us to tell us that the reception and dinner would begin at seven.
We had plenty of time.
I took Gaby and Hannah aside. I handed them the pieces of cord as I told them, “I want Mei Bao secured. Strip her. Tie her hands to the foot frame of that bed. Then I need to talk to her. Alone!”
They both looked at me with some trepidation. There was no argument as they took Mei in the bedroom. Sounds of a quiet struggle followed. I collected my two riding crops, whip, and bowie knife in a single carpetbag next to the bedroom door.
While I waited, I began heating water for the bathtub. Soon, I had warm, knee-deep water in the tub. Gaby and Hannah joined me, with Hannah carrying Mei’s Cheongsam. I said, “I’m going to be busy. In the meantime, I want you two to soak in this warm water.”
With that, I helped them undress and into the tub, giving them each soap. I picked up my carpetbag as I moved into the bedroom.
Entering the bedroom, I found Mei Bao standing at the foot of the bed. Her arms were spread wide, with her hands and wrists tied to the bed’s brass frame. She was glorious in her nakedness. I stood for a moment, admiring her beauty.
I walked into her sightline. Mei Bao started to talk. Reaching over, I covered her mouth with my hand. Shaking my head, I made a shushing gesture. She lapsed into silence.
I emptied the carpetbag onto the bed in front of Mei Bao. Her eyes were big. I arranged the riding crops and the whip on the coverlet. Then I unsheathed the bowie knife, setting it on the bedspread.
I picked up the short riding crop, with its ivory handle. I stepped behind Mei. I used the crop, touching her knees to spread her legs more than shoulder width. I gently touched the skin on her back with just the end ‘popper’ loop of the crop. I touched it to her neck, right above her spine, then trailed it down the length of her spine, to her ass. I watched the goose bumps forming on her skin.
Stepping around Mei, I sat on the bed in front of her. I trailed the crop up the centerline of her body, from below her navel to her breasts. I lightly touched just the tips of her erecting nipples, watching them harden.
She had a necklace with the symbol of yin and yang, about the size of a silver dollar, in the valley between her breasts. The half circles were jade and ivory, the ‘eyes’ multi-carat diamonds framed in substantial gold. The whole thing was hung from a thick gold chain around her neck.
Pausing, I lifted her chin with the ivory handle of the crop until we made eye contact. I spoke softly and slowly, “Mei Bao, my love, you need to confide in me. You must tell me the truth. If not, I will force the truth out of you.”
I tapped my snake whip lightly as I said, “You saw in the saloon. I can make this dance. I will flay the skin off your pretty back, scarring you terribly. In the end, you will tell me everything.”
Mei Bao stood with her lips trembling. She shook her head as the tears ran down her cheeks. I waited in silence. Suddenly she barked, “You would not believe me.”
She looked abashed as she danced on one foot and then the other. I asked quietly, “What happened to that god-awful ‘no tickee no shirtee’ pidgin you’ve been playing?”
Her mouth made a tiny ‘O’ of surprise. She had forgotten herself in the stress of the moment.
I said, “I suggest that you tell me the most fantastic, unbelievable part of your story. You’ll be quite surprised what I accept as true.”
She looked at me carefully; as she visibly came to a decision saying, “Fuck it. I’m dead either way.”
She took a deep, shuddering breath; then, holding my eyes, she said, “My name is Mei Bao Ling. I am a student at Stanford University in California.”
Now her head dropped, and she was crying, with deep wracking sobs. I lifted her chin with my left hand as I wiped her nose and eyes with my handkerchief in my right. I softly said, “It’s a long way from California. How did you get here?”
She replied, “Longer than you can imagine.”
She lapsed into silence. I said, “I imagine pretty good. Tell me your story.”
She nodded as she continued, “In addition to my classes, I was studying the mystical and occult. I wanted to become a holy woman. My family tree is filled with women with reputed powers, witches if you will.”
I nodded for her to continue. She shrugged as she said, “For my Master’s, I wanted to write about the Chinese railway laborers, their contribution to the west. So I came to Cheyenne. I had many distant relatives here, in frontier times. There was much movement by the Chinese community between San Francisco and Cheyenne.”
She stopped to look at me carefully. She finally said, “Fuck this, William. You gotta talk to me. I’m dying here. I usually love this whole tied up thing, but you can kill me and nobody gives a fuck. I’m just a chink cunt here. Please, you have to tell me what you’re thinking.”
I said softly, “Just one more question, love. How did you come to be here now?”
She shook her head emphatically as she said, “No, then you will whip me. To death! I don’t even believe it, and I’m the one it happened to.”
I held her eyes as I said, “Don’t worry about what I believe. Just tell me.”
In the gathering silence Mei finally decided to tell me her story, “I determined to contact an aunt who died in Cheyenne in 1885. I went to the Chinese’s burial ground. I held an occult ceremony, a séance if you will. In the middle of the ceremony I fell through the earth! I woke up lying in the mud of frontier Fort Cheyenne, China Town, with my aunt leaning over me.”
I smiled calmly even while my brain was going a mile a second. I asked, “How did you decide to join me?”
Now she was less sure as she answered, “I don’t know. Everyone in Fort Cheyenne knows who you are of course. That hat…”
Now she giggled, then with a shocked expression she gauged my reaction. I laughed as I said, “There’s a certain lady back in Deadwood who shares your opinion about my chapeau.”
She smiled now, “…My aunt pointed you out. You have a commanding aura. Your aura actually calls to me. If that makes any sense?”
I nodded, “As much as anything.”
She spoke with confidence now as she said, “My uncle was the man in the alley. With your women who follow you everywhere, everyone assumes you are a pimp of some kind, so it seemed logical that you would buy another girl.”
She continued, “All my ‘abilities’ tell me that you have a quest and I must accompany you.”
Suddenly she stopped as she realized how fantastic it all sounded. Her tears began again. I raised her chin kissing her lips. Again I wiped her eyes and nose. I started to untie Mei. She quickly and forcefully said, “No. Fuck me. Just like this. Take me and bond me to your aura.”
I stripped, throwing my clothing and weapons on the bed. I knelt on the foot of the bed, thrusting my soft cock into Mei’s face. She leaned forward, sucking me into her mouth. She sucked and tongue lashed it into hardness, as I massaged her tits.
Kneeling behind Mei, I licked her cunt into wetness. At her urging I stood up. I placed the head of my cock at her center and slowly pushed in until I was fully inside her tightness.
I began stroking into Mei Bao as she pushed back against the bed frame, meeting my thrusts strongly. I reached forward, cupping her full breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples. Her cunt clenched as she wailed in climax, pulling the come out of my balls as I sprayed her cunt.
I leaned over her back, untying her, then I lifted her as we both settled to the floor, lying on the thick mountain lion rug. Mei turned over facing me. She said, “You believed me. But that’s impossible! There is no possible way for you to understand or believe my story.”
Then she looked more carefully, “Unless…”
Now a very long pause. “…Unless you have a similar story. That would explain some of your words and especially your ‘modern’ attitudes. You blend in with the natives but you stand out like a beacon to someone from the twenty first century.”
I kissed her and said, “Be satisfied that I believe you. In Deadwood, we will discuss this further. For now, you are my purchased slave and servant. I, and everyone else, expect your total obedience. In private I expect you to continue speaking English normally. In public, you will be silent, with me speaking for you.”
Mei replied, “Yes, master. I will be your obedient slave.”
I said, “Good. You obviously liked the play with ropes and riding crop. Why did the whip so appall you in the bar?”
She was thoughtful. “On one level, the sheer violence made me ill. You were protecting me and I saw a gladiator aspect that made me want you to rip my clothing off, wrap me in that bloody whip while you butt fucked me into unconsciousness. That is so ‘not me’ that I am totally conflicted. You affect me very strongly.”
I kissed her, saying, “We need to clean up for the reception and dinner. You, my faithful servant, are coming along. We’ll see if my reputation is dangerous enough to get away with it.”
Mei Bao stood up, helping me to my feet. She quickly went to her carpetbag, retrieving a small chamois bag. She knelt at my feet with the bag, saying, “This is for you. It is a powerfully magicked amulet that has been in my family for many generations. It will protect you.”
With that, she opened the bag and removed a small necklace. From the necklace hung a disk of jade the size of a quarter, rimmed in thick gold, with a finely detailed solid gold dragon at its center. I bent over as she opened the substantial gold chain, securing it around my neck. She took a moment to center it on my chest with Caitlin’s Celtic cross. Mei touched the cross gently a she said, “They will work together -- their powers augmenting each other.”
I kissed her as I thanked her for her gift. I helped her up, leading her into the bathtub room where we found the girls spread out on the floor -- playing; water slicked Hannah lying on her back with widespread legs. Gaby, similarly wet, was kneeling between Hannah’s legs with two fingers sawing in Hannah’s cunt, licking and chewing on her cunt lips.