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The Colonel?s Wife

By

Von Hentzau

????? The stagecoach swayed and rocked rhythmically as it had done since it departed the railroad station in Santa Fe. For three days it had carried its single passenger south and west, ever further from civilization and ever closer to the turbulent, dangerous borderlands. ?

???? ?What a strange country,? Martha McKellen thought, staring out the window. To either side stretched a flat, brown gravelly soil sparsely covered with whisps of grass, prickly bushes and scattered cacti.? Sere brown hills lined the horizon in the distance. So unlike the Ohio countryside she'd left weeks before.

???? It had taken months of badgering letters but finally her husband, Lieutenant-Colonel Randall McKellen of the 9th Cavalry, had relented and told her she could come out and join him. Friends and relatives had tried to dissuade her. The desert regions where New Mexico, Arizona and Old Mexico met were still too dangerous, they said. But she and Randall had been married for barely three years and had been apart for more than two of them.

???? "Besides," she told them, "Randall says General Crook has all but defeated the Apache. Most have gone to the reservations and the others have either been killed or fled to Mexico."

???? So, after what seemed like endless traveling she was now but a day and a half from Randall?s post. Tomorrow night, she thought she would be again sleeping next to her handsome husband.

???? Martha was startled from her reverie by the sound of a single shot, followed almost immediately by a cry of pain. The coach swayed wildly. Then a volley of shots rang out. Closer, the stage coach guard's shotgun blasted in reply. The heartrending neighing of horses in pain added to the confusion. Martha was thrown back and forth as the coach, uncontrolled now, left the crude road and veered off into the brush. With a mighty crash it spun sideways and rolled over onto its side, throwing Martha against the roof.

???? Regaining her senses Martha checked her arms and legs. She was sore, but nothing was broken. The door of the coach was now above her. She reached up, turned the handle and gave it a shove. It rose, slowed briefly, paused as it came nearly vertical, then flopped all the way over. Martha stood up and looked out.

???? The only images of the Apache she had ever seen were engraving in Harpers Weekly. If anything, the engravings had not done justice to their ferocious aspect. There were at least six of them in her sight, wiry, half naked brown skinned men with lank black hair.

???? Martha grasped the sides the door and clumsily pulled herself up. Her long skirts and petticoats made it difficult. She clambered over the side of the coach and half jumped, half fell to the ground. Regaining her feet she ran desperately in the direction opposite that of where she'd seen the Apache. It did her little good. Three of them spotted her. They ran her down within a dozen yards.?

???? She felt the coarse, strong hands grasping for her arms, her shoulders, her neck. Then she was pulled physically from her feet and thrown to the ground. Three of the Apache stood triumphantly over her. They rolled her onto her back and one pinned her shoulders to the ground. The other two were pulling maniacally at her petticoats. With horror she realized what she?d always heard was the worse act that could befall a white woman was about to happen to her. She was about to be raped by savage Indians.

???? She kicked frantically at them. It did no good. There were three of them and they were strong. Each one alone could have easily overpowered Martha. Together she had no more chance of resisting than a mouse trapped by three cats.?

???? A command was barked out in their strange, barbaric language. The three Apache immediately stopped. Even though the words were in the Apache the voice was so commanding Martha also stopped her flailing about.

???? An Indian, dressed in a breechclout, tattered blue army jacket and slouch hat stood over her. He held a packet of letters in his hand, letters she recognized as hers, the bundle of letters she?d received from Randall, taken from her luggage.

???? ?The McKellen,? the Indian said, his voice betraying hatred. ?You the McKellen?s woman??

???? Martha weakly answered in the affirmative. Something in the way the Indian spat out the name told her it probably wasn?t a good thing to admit to being Colonel McKellen?s wife, but she could also see no way that denying it would help her.

???? ?I am Colonel McKellen?s wife,? she said slowly, to be sure the savage understood her. She tried to put as much dignity into it as she, to hide the fear that threatened to make her voice tremble. Perhaps, just perhaps being the wife of the chief of the soldiers would buy her some small protection. Perhaps they would see her as more valuable, a bargaining chip not to be destroyed.

???? ?I am Anselmo,? the Apache said. ?I know of your husband.? There was a pause. ?He knows of me.?

???? Anselmo spat on the ground at Martha?s feet. He gave commands to the young warriors, then went back to the coach. The warriors raised Martha to a sitting position, but only to allow them to tie her hands behind her back with a strip of cloth torn from her now discarded petticoat. Another strip served to bind her ankles. One Apache then stood guard behind her while the other two went back to help pillage the stagecoach.

???? Martha watched the proceedings in despair and horror. The blue jacketed Apache went back to rifling through her luggage and the small amount of cargo the stage had carried. He discarded almost everything he pulled out. Giving a shout he held up several small boxes that revealed themselves to contain ammunition when he opened one. The younger warriors quickly gathered around to be handed their share. Then they went back to their other tasks, the ones that caused Martha?s sense of horror.

???? All but one of the coach horses had been either killed or seriously injured when the coach went over. The survivor was cut loose from its harness. The others were dispatched quickly by knives across their throats. The Apache women barely waited for the poor animals to stop shuddering before they moved in and began carving strips of meat from their hindquarters. Martha recognized two of her best dresses being pressed into service as makeshift sacks to hold the warm, dripping meat.

???? But there was an even worse sight before her eyes. One of the stagecoach men, the driver she thought, was still alive but badly hurt. He lay moaning where he fell, his wrists and ankles bound. The other man, the shotgun guard, had obviously been killed. His head was covered with blood. Two of the Apache warriors moved in. His limp body was quickly stripped of all clothing. Then Martha saw something she?d heard about but barely found credible. The Apaches drew their knives and began to systematically mutilate the corpse. The eyes were gouged, the ears and tongue cut away. Fingers and toes were crudely hacked away. The man?s belly was ripped open and his entrails pulled out. Long gashes were cut in the large muscles of his legs and arms.

???? As a final, unbelievable insult to the man?s body one of the warriors sliced away his private parts. Shouting and holding up the bloody trophy for the others to see he walked over to a thorn bush and impaled the organs, leaving them as food for the crows.

???? Still worse was to come. The Apache surrounded the surviving coachman. One of the women moved in, holding a knife still bloody from butchering a horse. Martha looked away, too frightened to watch. The sudden, animal screaming told her too much about what was happening. Then the scream was muffled. She dared a glance. The warriors were lifting the man and dumping him inside the coach. Martha caught a brief glimpse. There was blood on his trousers and blood around his mouth. There was something in his mouth, acting as a gag.

???? One of the Apache then took an oil lantern that had been on the coach. He sprinkled the contents liberally on the dry wood. Another struck a match taken from one of the coachmen. Within seconds flames were spreading quickly. And soon after the most ghastly, nightmare sounds Martha had ever heard were coming from within the blazing stagecoach.

???? Returning to Martha, they helped her to her feet and undid her ankles. The one surviving coach horse was brought. They helped Martha onto its back and tied her ankles together beneath the horse?s belly. Then they untied her wrists and made motions to indicate she should grasp the horse?s mane. She didn?t need more prompting. The thought of what would happen if she lost her seat and slipped beneath the horse?s belly insured she kept a firm grip on the coarse hair.

???? One of the young warriors grasped the horse?s bridle and set of at a quick, easy jog. The other Apaches fell in with them. Martha watched in amazement at the seemingly effortless way they moved swiftly over the rocky ground, dodging between cactus and brush.

???? A quarter mile from the ambush site they came to a ravine. Two of the young men guided Martha?s horse down the loose gravel slope while the others scrambled down. There were horses hidden among the prickly brush that filled the bottom of the ravine. .

???? The Apaches quickly mounted. But before they began moving again Anselmo walked his horse over to Martha. He pulled out his knife and sliced a strip of cloth from her short, blue traveling jacket. This strip he hung on a branch where it couldn?t be overlooked. He cut another strip and kept it in his hand as he guided the horse up the ravine to where the faintest of trails led up and out. Here he deposited the second strip, clearly visible partway up the bank.

???? ?He?s marking a trail,? Martha thought to herself. ?But why??

The group continued up the trail until the broke over the rim of the ravine. They turned towards a line of brown hills on the horizon, moving quickly through the brush and scrubby trees. Periodically Anselmo would stop just long enough to tear another strip of cloth from Martha?s clothing and deposit in on a low hanging branch or cactus.

After several hours of steady travel the land was noticeably rising and the hills were close enough that Martha could make out patches of trees and the steep sided canyons that cut into the mass of steep, crumbly rock. Anselmo veered the group towards one particular canyon, again pausing to leave obvious trail marks.

At the mouth of the canyon Anselmo stopped the group. He rode back to Martha, drawing his knife again. She expected him to cut off a piece of jacket or dress. Instead he seized a hank of her hair and nearly pulled her off her horse.

For a brie moment she thought he meant to scalp her. Instead he merely cut loose the handful of her reddish-blonde hair. Then twisting it so it would stay together he knotted it around a branch. He rode back to the head of the group and they continued up into the canyon.

They spent several more hours slowly picking their way up the canyon, turning off into side canyons several times and once crossing a low saddle into the next canyon. They finally reach a wide spot in the canyon floor that was sheltered by tall, spreading cottonwoods and shorter, denser willows. Here they dismounted, tethering the horses on long ropes.

While the rest of the group unloaded the horses two of the braves untied Martha and helped her down. Then she was given one of the sacks containing strips of horse meat. Seeing the rest shouldering their loot, the women carrying larger loads than the men, Martha understood that they wanted her to carry it.

The group set off up a primitive foot path which followed the canyon still further up stream. After a few hundred yards they came out on another wide section of canyon floor, where the stream had veered towards the opposite side of the canyon wall, leaving a sort of sandy terrace with a fringe of willows along the water?s edge and scattered cottonwoods. And on the near canyon wall, at some point in the distant past the stream had deeply under cut the slope. Creating a wide but shallow cave.

The group headed towards this cave and began depositing their bundles. The remains of a fire and a soot stained mark on the roof of the cave showed that they or some other band had camped here before. One of the women took Martha?s bundle and set it with the others. For the moment it seemed they were ignoring her.

But they didn?t ignore her for long. Once they had their camp reestablished, with an efficiency that amazed Martha, the entire group started congregating around. Several of the braes moved around to cut off any chance of retreat. Then the two women advanced on her. Martha took two steps backwards, then realized there was no escape and decided to stand her ground. She was at the mercy of these savages. There was nothing else she could do but try to face them bravely.

The women?s intent was impossible to read from their dark eyes. Martha feared the worst. When they were within arm?s reach of her they began pulling at her clothing. Realizing they meant to strip her and realizing the futility of struggle Martha stood and let them pull the clothing off her. She hoped it would survive intact enough that she might be able to reclaim it and escape.

Quickly she was left standing entirely naked before the band. Instinctively she threw one arm across her bosom and tried to shield her sex with the other hand. The pitiful effort at concealment seemed to amuse her captors.

Three of the braves advanced on her. She took a few steps backwards before they seized her. She was half carried towards one of the cottonwoods, then laid on her back and her arms raised towards the tree trunk. Her wrists were quickly tied to it. More ropes were brought and tied around her ankles. Her legs were spread wide and the ropes tied to bushes.

The braves gathered around her. They were pulling aside or removing their breechclouts, exposing their members. They were all either fully erect or nearly so. One of the braves stepped between Martha?s legs, lowered himself down with almost feline grace and forced himself inside her. He thrust vigorously and deep. He came quickly. Did he actually enjoy the sensation? Martha wondered. He seemed to show no emotion at all.?

No sooner had the first pulled out the next brave took his place. One after another they assaulted her. With each it was the same. No show of emotion beyond heavy breathing and low grunting sounds. It was as if the act were less a sexual act than a ritual of victory, the physical, formal taking possession of their new property. The demonstration that she was totally theirs to do with what they willed.

Finally the last brave had satisfied himself. They just seemed to wander away, for the moment at least no longer interested in her. She hoped against hope that they were finished with her. But then the two Apache women came to stand next to her. They looked down at her with evident hatred in their eyes.

One of the women stepped across Martha, so that she was straddling Martha?s chest. She lifted her skirt up to her waist. She wore no underwear. A moment later a stream of urine was cascading over Martha?s bosom and splashing over her face. Martha was so surprised and disgusted she barely had enough presence of mind to close her mouth.

When the first woman had emptied her bladder the second took her place. Unlike the first, she straddled Martha and then squatted down over her. She raised her skirt up. Like the first she wore no underwear. Martha could see the dark slit almost hidden by coarse pubic hair. The woman reached down with one hand and inserted two fingers, spreading herself open. Martha closed her eyes and turned her head as the stream began to flow, directed at her face. She held her breath until the woman had finished.

And then she was left alone in the sun, almost overwhelmed by the heat and the reek of piss and the pain in her abused sex.

To be continued?..

Copyright 2006 by von Hentzau

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The Standard Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction with content suitable only for adults (and stable ones at that). If you are prohibited from reading such material by the laws or standards of your community please depart immediately. Likewise, if you can?t tell the difference between reality and fantasy get the heck outta here.

???????????

The Colonel?s Wife

By

Von Hentzau

????? The stagecoach swayed and rocked rhythmically as it had done since it departed the railroad station in Santa Fe. For three days it had carried its single passenger south and west, ever further from civilization and ever closer to the turbulent, dangerous borderlands. ?

???? ?What a strange country,? Martha McKellen thought, staring out the window. To either side stretched a flat, brown gravelly soil sparsely covered with whisps of grass, prickly bushes and scattered cacti.? Sere brown hills lined the horizon in the distance. So unlike the Ohio countryside she'd left weeks before.

???? It had taken months of badgering letters but finally her husband, Lieutenant-Colonel Randall McKellen of the 9^th Cavalry, had relented and told her she could come out and join him. Friends and relatives had tried to dissuade her. The desert regions where New Mexico, Arizona and Old Mexico met were still too dangerous, they said. But she and Randall had been married for barely three years and had been apart for more than two of them.

???? "Besides," she told them, "Randall says General Crook has all but defeated the Apache. Most have gone to the reservations and the others have either been killed or fled to Mexico."

???? So, after what seemed like endless traveling she was now but a day and a half from Randall?s post. Tomorrow night, she thought she would be again sleeping next to her handsome husband.

???? Martha was startled from her reverie by the sound of a single shot, followed almost immediately by a cry of pain. The coach swayed wildly. Then a volley of shots rang out. Closer, the stage coach guard's shotgun blasted in reply. The heartrending neighing of horses in pain added to the confusion. Martha was thrown back and forth as the coach, uncontrolled now, left the crude road and veered off into the brush. With a mighty crash it spun sideways and rolled over onto its side, throwing Martha against the roof.

???? Regaining her senses Martha checked her arms and legs. She was sore, but nothing was broken. The door of the coach was now above her. She reached up, turned the handle and gave it a shove. It rose, slowed briefly, paused as it came nearly vertical, then flopped all the way over. Martha stood up and looked out.

???? The only images of the Apache she had ever seen were engraving in Harpers Weekly. If anything, the engravings had not done justice to their ferocious aspect. There were at least six of them in her sight, wiry, half naked brown skinned men with lank black hair.

???? Martha grasped the sides the door and clumsily pulled herself up. Her long skirts and petticoats made it difficult. She clambered over the side of the coach and half jumped, half fell to the ground. Regaining her feet she ran desperately in the direction opposite that of where she'd seen the Apache. It did her little good. Three of them spotted her. They ran her down within a dozen yards.?

???? She felt the coarse, strong hands grasping for her arms, her shoulders, her neck. Then she was pulled physically from her feet and thrown to the ground. Three of the Apache stood triumphantly over her. They rolled her onto her back and one pinned her shoulders to the ground. The other two were pulling maniacally at her petticoats. With horror she realized what she?d always heard was the worse act that could befall a white woman was about to happen to her. She was about to be raped by savage Indians.

???? She kicked frantically at them. It did no good. There were three of them and they were strong. Each one alone could have easily overpowered Martha. Together she had no more chance of resisting than a mouse trapped by three cats.?

???? A command was barked out in their strange, barbaric language. The three Apache immediately stopped. Even though the words were in the Apache the voice was so commanding Martha also stopped her flailing about.

???? An Indian, dressed in a breechclout, tattered blue army jacket and slouch hat stood over her. He held a packet of letters in his hand, letters she recognized as hers, the bundle of letters she?d received from Randall, taken from her luggage.

???? ?The McKellen,? the Indian said, his voice betraying hatred. ?You the McKellen?s woman??

???? Martha weakly answered in the affirmative. Something in the way the Indian spat out the name told her it probably wasn?t a good thing to admit to being Colonel McKellen?s wife, but she could also see no way that denying it would help her.

???? ?I am Colonel McKellen?s wife,? she said slowly, to be sure the savage understood her. She tried to put as much dignity into it as she, to hide the fear that threatened to make her voice tremble. Perhaps, just perhaps being the wife of the chief of the soldiers would buy her some small protection. Perhaps they would see her as more valuable, a bargaining chip not to be destroyed.

???? ?I am Anselmo,? the Apache said. ?I know of your husband.? There was a pause. ?He knows of me.?

???? Anselmo spat on the ground at Martha?s feet. He gave commands to the young warriors, then went back to the coach. The warriors raised Martha to a sitting position, but only to allow them to tie her hands behind her back with a strip of cloth torn from her now discarded petticoat. Another strip served to bind her ankles. One Apache then stood guard behind her while the other two went back to help pillage the stagecoach.

???? Martha watched the proceedings in despair and horror. The blue jacketed Apache went back to rifling through her luggage and the small amount of cargo the stage had carried. He discarded almost everything he pulled out. Giving a shout he held up several small boxes that revealed themselves to contain ammunition when he opened one. The younger warriors quickly gathered around to be handed their share. Then they went back to their other tasks, the ones that caused Martha?s sense of horror.

???? All but one of the coach horses had been either killed or seriously injured when the coach went over. The survivor was cut loose from its harness. The others were dispatched quickly by knives across their throats. The Apache women barely waited for the poor animals to stop shuddering before they moved in and began carving strips of meat from their hindquarters. Martha recognized two of her best dresses being pressed into service as makeshift sacks to hold the warm, dripping meat.

???? But there was an even worse sight before her eyes. One of the stagecoach men, the driver she thought, was still alive but badly hurt. He lay moaning where he fell, his wrists and ankles bound. The other man, the shotgun guard, had obviously been killed. His head was covered with blood. Two of the Apache warriors moved in. His limp body was quickly stripped of all clothing. Then Martha saw something she?d heard about but barely found credible. The Apaches drew their knives and began to systematically mutilate the corpse. The eyes were gouged, the ears and tongue cut away. Fingers and toes were crudely hacked away. The man?s belly was ripped open and his entrails pulled out. Long gashes were cut in the large muscles of his legs and arms.

???? As a final, unbelievable insult to the man?s body one of the warriors sliced away his private parts. Shouting and holding up the bloody trophy for the others to see he walked over to a thorn bush and impaled the organs, leaving them as food for the crows.

???? Still worse was to come. The Apache surrounded the surviving coachman. One of the women moved in, holding a knife still bloody from butchering a horse. Martha looked away, too frightened to watch. The sudden, animal screaming told her too much about what was happening. Then the scream was muffled. She dared a glance. The warriors were lifting the man and dumping him inside the coach. Martha caught a brief glimpse. There was blood on his trousers and blood around his mouth. There was something in his mouth, acting as a gag.

???? One of the Apache then took an oil lantern that had been on the coach. He sprinkled the contents liberally on the dry wood. Another struck a match taken from one of the coachmen. Within seconds flames were spreading quickly. And soon after the most ghastly, nightmare sounds Martha had ever heard were coming from within the blazing stagecoach.

???? Returning to Martha, they helped her to her feet and undid her ankles. The one surviving coach horse was brought. They helped Martha onto its back and tied her ankles together beneath the horse?s belly. Then they untied her wrists and made motions to indicate she should grasp the horse?s mane. She didn?t need more prompting. The thought of what would happen if she lost her seat and slipped beneath the horse?s belly insured she kept a firm grip on the coarse hair.

???? One of the young warriors grasped the horse?s bridle and set of at a quick, easy jog. The other Apaches fell in with them. Martha watched in amazement at the seemingly effortless way they moved swiftly over the rocky ground, dodging between cactus and brush.

???? A quarter mile from the ambush site they came to a ravine. Two of the young men guided Martha?s horse down the loose gravel slope while the others scrambled down. There were horses hidden among the prickly brush that filled the bottom of the ravine. .

???? The Apaches quickly mounted. But before they began moving again Anselmo walked his horse over to Martha. He pulled out his knife and sliced a strip of cloth from her short, blue traveling jacket. This strip he hung on a branch where it couldn?t be overlooked. He cut another strip and kept it in his hand as he guided the horse up the ravine to where the faintest of trails led up and out. Here he deposited the second strip, clearly visible partway up the bank.

???? ?He?s marking a trail,? Martha thought to herself. ?But why??

The group continued up the trail until the broke over the rim of the ravine. They turned towards a line of brown hills on the horizon, moving quickly through the brush and scrubby trees. Periodically Anselmo would stop just long enough to tear another strip of cloth from Martha?s clothing and deposit in on a low hanging branch or cactus.

After several hours of steady travel the land was noticeably rising and the hills were close enough that Martha could make out patches of trees and the steep sided canyons that cut into the mass of steep, crumbly rock. Anselmo veered the group towards one particular canyon, again pausing to leave obvious trail marks.

At the mouth of the canyon Anselmo stopped the group. He rode back to Martha, drawing his knife again. She expected him to cut off a piece of jacket or dress. Instead he seized a hank of her hair and nearly pulled her off her horse.

For a brie moment she thought he meant to scalp her. Instead he merely cut loose the handful of her reddish-blonde hair. Then twisting it so it would stay together he knotted it around a branch. He rode back to the head of the group and they continued up into the canyon.

They spent several more hours slowly picking their way up the canyon, turning off into side canyons several times and once crossing a low saddle into the next canyon. They finally reach a wide spot in the canyon floor that was sheltered by tall, spreading cottonwoods and shorter, denser willows. Here they dismounted, tethering the horses on long ropes.

While the rest of the group unloaded the horses two of the braves untied Martha and helped her down. Then she was given one of the sacks containing strips of horse meat. Seeing the rest shouldering their loot, the women carrying larger loads than the men, Martha understood that they wanted her to carry it.

The group set off up a primitive foot path which followed the canyon still further up stream. After a few hundred yards they came out on another wide section of canyon floor, where the stream had veered towards the opposite side of the canyon wall, leaving a sort of sandy terrace with a fringe of willows along the water?s edge and scattered cottonwoods. And on the near canyon wall, at some point in the distant past the stream had deeply under cut the slope. Creating a wide but shallow cave.

The group headed towards this cave and began depositing their bundles. The remains of a fire and a soot stained mark on the roof of the cave showed that they or some other band had camped here before. One of the women took Martha?s bundle and set it with the others. For the moment it seemed they were ignoring her.

But they didn?t ignore her for long. Once they had their camp reestablished, with an efficiency that amazed Martha, the entire group started congregating around. Several of the braes moved around to cut off any chance of retreat. Then the two women advanced on her. Martha took two steps backwards, then realized there was no escape and decided to stand her ground. She was at the mercy of these savages. There was nothing else she could do but try to face them bravely.

The women?s intent was impossible to read from their dark eyes. Martha feared the worst. When they were within arm?s reach of her they began pulling at her clothing. Realizing they meant to strip her and realizing the futility of struggle Martha stood and let them pull the clothing off her. She hoped it would survive intact enough that she might be able to reclaim it and escape.

Quickly she was left standing entirely naked before the band. Instinctively she threw one arm across her bosom and tried to shield her sex with the other hand. The pitiful effort at concealment seemed to amuse her captors.

Three of the braves advanced on her. She took a few steps backwards before they seized her. She was half carried towards one of the cottonwoods, then laid on her back and her arms raised towards the tree trunk. Her wrists were quickly tied to it. More ropes were brought and tied around her ankles. Her legs were spread wide and the ropes tied to bushes.

The braves gathered around her. They were pulling aside or removing their breechclouts, exposing their members. They were all either fully erect or nearly so. One of the braves stepped between Martha?s legs, lowered himself down with almost feline grace and forced himself inside her. He thrust vigorously and deep. He came quickly. Did he actually enjoy the sensation? Martha wondered. He seemed to show no emotion at all.?

No sooner had the first pulled out the next brave took his place. One after another they assaulted her. With each it was the same. No show of emotion beyond heavy breathing and low grunting sounds. It was as if the act were less a sexual act than a ritual of victory, the physical, formal taking possession of their new property. The demonstration that she was totally theirs to do with what they willed.

Finally the last brave had satisfied himself. They just seemed to wander away, for the moment at least no longer interested in her. She hoped against hope that they were finished with her. But then the two Apache women came to stand next to her. They looked down at her with evident hatred in their eyes.

One of the women stepped across Martha, so that she was straddling Martha?s chest. She lifted her skirt up to her waist. She wore no underwear. A moment later a stream of urine was cascading over Martha?s bosom and splashing over her face. Martha was so surprised and disgusted she barely had enough presence of mind to close her mouth.

When the first woman had emptied her bladder the second took her place. Unlike the first, she straddled Martha and then squatted down over her. She raised her skirt up. Like the first she wore no underwear. Martha could see the dark slit almost hidden by coarse pubic hair. The woman reached down with one hand and inserted two fingers, spreading herself open. Martha closed her eyes and turned her head as the stream began to flow, directed at her face. She held her breath until the woman had finished.

And then she was left alone in the sun, almost overwhelmed by the heat and the reek of piss and the pain in her abused sex.

To be continued?..

Copyright 2006 by von Hentzau

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Aether Guardians

The Five Kingdoms of Arstoria had been embroiled in the Great Ancient War for centuries. The war came to an end when Kalace, the Wizard King conquered the five lands and brought them under his rule. Kalace, the Wizard King of Arstoria, conquered all of his opponents who were unable to deal with his overpowering magic. When Kalace had united the five kingdoms, he brought peace to the warring kingdoms and was revered and celebrated by his later generation. Kalace, however, had a dark weakness in...

Motherless Creampie

Woah, did Motherless.com get a facelift? I know I suggested it in my review, so I guess they listened to me! Well, I’m not going to brag too much about it, and instead, I’m going to focus on what I’ve set out to bring you today. We’re looking at an amateur website, and I just know that many of you are begging for amateur creampie content, so that’s what we’re looking at. I know how much you think Motherless can look sickening and pretty gruesome at times, but the creampie content can be quite...

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No matter what type of porn you may be in the market for, Motherless has an ample supply of it, and cucking is no different. Actually, this might help to explain how you ended up being such a pussy little cuck.The journey that brought you to my website reading cuck porn reviews started in your childhood. A fair portion of my readership is actually motherless. Why, you ask? Your guys' moms chose a life of cucking and riding cock instead of raising you fucks properly.Don't worry, gents. I'm in...

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I browsed the horror stash at Motherless all morning, and now I don’t know if I should jack off or go hide in the closet until the danger has passed. Then again, hiding out might give me the perfect opportunity to rub one out in the peace and safety of the dark. Who knows who—or what—might be peeping in the windows with nefarious intent if I sit at my desk and shake my dick at the screen. Just like when I masturbate at the local Starbucks, I’ve got to be sure to balance the potential pleasure...

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Motherless Incest

Incest porn has been a staple of pornography since the very first incel caveman realized that he couldn’t find fresh pussy out and about. He resorted to sniffing a whiff of his mother’s loincloth when she wasn’t looking, and beating his old cave meat into a leather sock.Now personally I’m not into the whole mommy-son dynamic – I’m a classy guy. But it’s no secret people like to get freaky when the lights go out, and if you’ve got a stiffy in your hand and you’re on Motherless, you gotta go...

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Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Thanks to my usual cast and crew of Editors and Advance Readers, most of whom prefer to pretend that they don’t know me and wisely wish to take no responsibility for any part of my addled writings... Il n’est rien de réel que le rêve et l’amour - Nothing is real but dreams and love (from Le Coeur innombrable, IV, Chanson du temps opportun by Anna de Noailles) She was my one true mistress and ever faithful lover, my Green Lady and guardian of my dreams and now that I was back home...

Thea Chapter Four

When the car with Jake in it became a dot on the horizon, Thea turned to go back in the house. Suddenly Floyd appeared. “Mrs. Thea, how you be?” Smiling, she knew immediately what he wanted. He had that look and a glance at his crotch confirmed it. The imprint of his cock was prominent as it pushed against the material. “Looks like everyone is gone.” Floyd said. His eyes looking out over the farm. “Yes, I am by myself for at least the next few days.” She replied in an...

Thea and Sam

“Well, hell,” Thea said as she wiped the beads of perspiration from her face. “I guess ‘spring’ is here, huh?” “Yeah. It’s supposed to be cooler at higher elevation,” I replied. We took a few minutes in the shade by the rocks before rejoining our boyfriends. The four of us had driven up into the pass to hike. According to the weather report, the last coolness of a fading winter was supposed to continue through mid-week, but they were wrong. Actually, from our view from Eagle Point, where we’d...

Motherless

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Motherless Interracial

Ah, motherless, here we are again. A site known for offering such a variety, that no matter how fucked up your needs are, there is a high chance that you will fulfill them here. However, I am not here to blab about the site in general; I am here to talk about one particular category, interracial. As for those who want to know more about the site, there is a whole different review on my website instead.As for those who came here to learn more about that interracial lovemaking, I got your back....

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Theos LIfe as a Weresquirrel

Theo had been changing into the squirrel too much, he knew that now... as a pulse of heat raced through his body from his groin. He realized that he shouldn't have come to the office.He had been spending most of his days at the squirrel in his home deep in the countryside. Teleworking most of the time, as the squirrel he felt no need for clothes, his heavy furred balls resting between his thighs as his paws raced over the keyboard. The sharp claws on his paws clattering loudly as he typed,...

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Motherless Scat

It’s time to go to the land of chocolate fountains and golden showers. That’s right. Scat, piss, shit, and every fluid in between. Ever fuck a chick in her ass and freak out when you see that little bit of shit on your dick? Then I’m sorry to say that scat isn’t for you buddy. Were you the only one of your friends that saw two girls one cup and didn’t get grossed out? If so, it’s time to celebrate it! Don’t get pissed off, get pissed on! Scat porn has the craziest, kinkiest chicks and dudes...

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Motherless Fappening

I’m not saying anything controversial when I say men love seeing women naked. It’s a fact of life as fundamental as gravity. It’s a force of nature that cannot be stopped by beast, man, or God. It’s an eternal truth and a divine mandate. As sure as the sun will rise, men will attempt to view as many women naked as they possibly can. Any man not doing so is either a sad or a gay one.This means that any woman a man sees regularly is mentally stripped down during every interaction. If any women...

Absinthe Dreams

‘To me it’s not really a green. When I think green, I think of grass. That’s more like lemonade color.’ Erica’s nose was far too close to the glasses for my taste. Pouring the nearly clear absinthe over the rough-cut, cane-sugar cubes I favor, I tapped my spoon for a second to get her to back up. I wished I had my full setup here like I have at home, my Absinthe fountains water drippers are missed when I began to try and slowly pour water over the sugar cube. ‘Don’t you light it on fire?’ she...

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Have you ever heard about a wonderful site called “Motherless”? I have a feeling that was a dumb question, of course, you fucking have. Well, I am here to talk about Motherless, but I shall also pay special attention to their Arab category. If you think Arabian sluts are hot, well you are in for a tasty treat, believe me.First, I should probably warn you that the name of this place comes from the fact that their content might be a bit too hardcore or questionable for some of you. Back in the...

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Fuck yeah, life’s a bitch! So here I am, awake at 3:45 AM, after dreaming I was fucking this freaking hot MILF neighbor with heavy boobs, a flat tummy, a nice bubble butt, and sexy long legs. It was all hot and steamy, up until when she was sucking me off and just as I was about to obliterate her cute face with hot cum canon, my dream cut right off and I woke up with a tent on my pajamas.That dream ain’t coming back, but damn it! I sure gotta cum, so I boot up my laptop and type “cum facial” in...

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Thea

Und draußen schallte wieder Punkmusik aus dem Ghettoblaster – von der Eisenbahnunterführung bis zu seinem Haus! Punks und Skater hingen da ab. Das war diese Art von Jugendlichen, die ihren Eltern das Leben schwer macht , die von Arbeit nichts hielten, sich an keine Regeln hielten, ständig auf Party machten. Die soffen viel zu viel und kotzten dann in irgendeine Ecke. Denen bedeutete doch nichts und niemand etwas. Wahrscheinlich nahmen sie auch Drogen und trieben weiß-Gott-was mit...

Motherless Fetish

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Absinthe 2 The Absinthe of Malice

Absinthe 2: The Absinthe of Malice By Morpheus The flight from Seattle to Boston had been extremely long and uncomfortable, even with the two hour delay in Chicago where I got to stretch my legs and change flights. My book had given me something to do during the countless hours in the air, though admittedly, Collin had been my largest savior from boredom. The two of us had ended up talking for over half the flight, and by the time we finally landed, I was even starting to consider...

Thelma and Me Summer of 65 part 2

After tea on the Friday evening Thelma stopped me as I was going into upstairs to my room. Her eyes looked wild and her breathing was heavy. “I’m going to a party,” She said in a low voice, “do you want to watch me getting undressed?” I nodded like a puppet. “Wait in my room…I’ll be up in five minutes.” I skipped up the stairs two at a time! I nervously let myself into my sister’s bedroom. I’d been in many times before – borrowing her dirty knickers and stuff to use...

ETHELS DISCOMFORT 4

Harry and Rob sat in the local pub in their usual spot in the corner by themselves. They were having a discussion about what to do with Ethel. Rob has been adamant that he wants to hang Ethel by her ankles and butcher her. Harry strongly disagrees with him. Harry is convinced that if he talks to Ethel he can persuade her not to go to the authorities and they will be able to use her the same way the other men. Rob agrees to try Harry's way first but he says" if she wants to argue I'm going to...

ETHELS DISCOMFORT 3

kEthel sat with her tits nailed to the work table. Her tits were swollen to twice their normal size from the beating they had received from Harry and Rob and the axe handle. Ethel sobbed both from the pain and the feeling of despair and hopelessness. She knew she would not be able to sweet talk the men into letting her go without anymore abuse. Harry and Rob arrived and again Ethel begged and pleaded with them to let her go. The men laughed and told her they still had a few more things they...

Thelma and her brother

Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...

Thelma and me Summer of 65 part 1

Thelma was 22 and like all of the young women at that time was still living at home with me and our parents in rural Kent; even though she had a good job in local Department Store. I was 15 and had just left school. The summer of 1965 was particularly fine so it wasn’t uncommon for me to sit around our secluded garden reading a Detective novel when my parents were at work. The difference today was that Thelma was on the first day of her annual holidays and had joined me wearing a very...

ETHELS DISCOMFORT 2

Ethel hung by her wrists while Harry and Rob left to get some rest. She nodded off from time to time but the fog of her mind cleared she realized that other than when they punched her she actually enjoyed the way they that fucked her so hard and so brutally. She enjoyed the helpless feeling as they ravaged her body. She believed that she could talk to the two men and they would release her without too much more abuse. She was wrong.As Harry and Rob drove back out to the warehouse they talked...

Ethel

Ethel hated her name. She was born during the tenure of I Love Lucy. The beloved Ethel Mertz from the television show was the bane of the real life Ethel's existence. There were the jokes about her having to marry Fred. There was only one Fred in her high school class. He wasn't her type; not even if he was the last man on earth. Ethel was every bit the epitome of her name. At five feet even her looks, dress and vocabulary mimicked the character she despised. Although she fought to break the...

Ethel 1921

Ethel's Pa was telling a story. "A man comes into the garage wanting a new horn for his Dodge. The old bulb was torn. Well, we have horns; but they don't fit his brackets..." "What did he want with a horn?" Ma asked. "Dodge cars don't need them. They have 'Dodge, Brothers' written clearly on the front." "Oh, Nellie," Pa said, but -- at least -- he dropped the story. Ethel couldn't decide which was worse, Ma's jokes or Pa's stories. Pa was fascinated by anything mechanical,...

Katherines Style

Damn Katherine and her classy fashion sense... Once again my Mother-in-law had a new skirt suit which would work for brunch, mother-of-the-bride or some other fancy occasion, it was simply lovely. Tonight was one of those other occasions. The suit was perfect for the work awards dinner that my wife Veronica has dragged me too. Katherine, on the other hand, who was looking just so, was all too happy to attend. Katherine's suit is simply irresistible to me. The color, the style,...

Gunther The Reindeer Handler Does Candy Claus

Let me say right up front that Gunther was definitely not a young man.I knew he had been around the Santa operation at the North Pole long before I arrived with my bright ideas for cost reduction. I was called in to promote increased toy production by the easily distracted Elves. Those little imps preferred being silly rather than busy little workers focused on their quotas like dedicated employees. As a small-sized human male, I was able to relate easily to the female Elves because they liked...

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Absinthe Seduction

from my supernatural~romantic novel set in Regency England from the diary of Betsy Corning, Darlington, England, September 1815 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am undone! I have given into temptation and trod the left-hand path. I did not tarry there long, I yet have a semblance of a conscience. But little good will it do me – I will be punished for it sooner or later. But oh, should any ladies read this, perhaps you, at least, will understand what provocation I had endured and grant me some...

EstherChapter 3

When we entered the dining salon, all conversation stopped. I had changed from my travel clothes earlier, but was still in black. Esther was in a peach colored evening gown. As I said before, she was ravishing. Martha and Hatty walked behind us in their evening gowns. It was plain that everyone wondered who this girl was with the Royal Executioner and the Guild Master for companions. Certainly most of the apprentices and the other Guild members had not met, or been introduced to Esther. None...

EstherChapter 2

“Are the statements, that the Lord Executioner made, true?” the Village Chief demanded sternly. “Yes, Un ... Uncle,” the young man finally answered very quietly. “A week in the stocks,” the Village Chief pronounced, “and the same for those two friends of yours.” The Village Chief then turned to me to apologize. “I am sorry I doubted you, Lord Executioner. It would appear that I need to pay closer attention to what is going on with the workers in the fields.” “An excellent idea,” I replied,...

Theresas Deportment

"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in...

Esther III

Esther III ? by: TamarainRubber Even though we knew we were going to be late for Lisa's party, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. For the next hour or so we grabbed each other like wild cats in heat. Her breasts heaving and her lungs gasping for oxygen, Esther still found the energy to warn me not to cum. At some point she did pull my cock out from behind my rubber bloomers and shoved every inch into her mouth. The clothes she had dressed me in only made me harder and,...

Katherines Style Part Two

The next day I was in full Katherine mode from the moment I unlocked her door. I greeted Sunshine just like Katherine did, using the same tone of voice and gestures. Of course Sunshine reacted just she would with her female owner. As soon as I took her for a short walk and fed her, I went straight to my bedroom, well after the prior day I felt so much more comfortable there, I wanted it to be my bedroom. I took a shower and shaved everything again. I didn't know how I was going to...

Anther man fucks my wife

My wife was very inexperience at sex when we got married, had only had sex with one other guy. I had exposed her to sexual toys, adult videos, going out in public without her panties on, having sex in public places, and taking nude photos of her.We were watching an adult video with two guys making love to one woman, and she told me that the thought of me and another guy making love to her, turned her on. To make a long story short, we agreed to do it. We placed an ad in an adult newspaper, and...

Esther IV

Hope you like Esther's latest installment! ESTHER FOUR By TamarainRubber I obediently followed Esther down the long narrow hallway that led into an enormous room filled with the sounds of clinking glasses, soft whispers and a bevy of leather-clad women and men dolled up as maids, rubber babies, and crossdressing sluts like me. Strangely enough (and very much to my pleasure), there was little if any evidence of the S&M parties I had only read about, but never...

Katherines Style Part 3

The front door opened and again Frank came in, a little less dramatically than the day before but no less intimidating to me as I felt timid and weak dressed in my mother-in-laws things. Frank was half expecting me to be dressed as my normal slouchy male self, ready to put a stop to all this, but he was happy when he saw I didn't have the fortitude to do that. He actually smiled at me, "There's my little wife. That dress looks nice on you." I smiled back not knowing what to do, it...

Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder

Caroline dumped her books so loudly on the table that it caused Mike to look up momentarily from his laptop.“Hi, Caroline, I take it the tutorial didn’t go so well?”Caroline slumped onto the chair opposite him.“The pompous bitch basically told me to start again.”“Look I know nothing about art, I don’t even know what I like, but I do know that you know your stuff. Why don’t I get you a drink and we can talk about something else.”As Mike placed the two pints of beer down on the table, Caroline...

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Esther stone

Esther sat on the side of the road, freezing, she feared that if she didn't find a place to stay soon, she probably freeze to death.Lately life had been pretty fucked up for Esther, both her parents had die before she could barley talk, and this year she had run away, because her foster parents were abusive.She had no one now, and was stranded on the side of the road. Esther picked herself off of the ground and started walking again, until a huge house came in sight. "Warmth." She said, she was...

Esther Stone part 2

When Esther had woken up the next morning laying next to Romeo, she almost freaked out, but the all of the memories from the night before flooded into her brain."Oh god." She sat up and looked at Romeo's sleeping figure next to her, his teal hair was tossed about the pillow, and he chest heaved up and down, Damn he is so hot, she thought, I acted kind of crazy last night, her face burned, ugh, what the fuck was wrong with her these days? She felt Romeo's body shift a little and her heart sped...

Esther II

Esther II By TamarainRubber I had found the woman I had been dreaming about, hoping she would be my lover for years to come. Esther was the first real lady I had encountered who actually seemed to be honest about wanting to share my passions. I prayed that I would not be disappointed. From how she reacted, I didn't think I would be, but I was the planet's biggest skeptic. For the past four hours, Esther made me try on an incredibly sexy collection of female fetish wear that...

Athena Goddess of Wisdom

Chapter 1 – The Birth of a Goddess Zeke cracked his knuckles and spread out his fingers. They touched the black glass in front of him and the desk lit up. A white keyboard appeared and he started to type on the touchscreen desktop. His fingers bounced around the screen, typing across the keyboard of light. You see, Zeke was a genius beyond his years. He was currently eighteen and in his second year of college. His masterful mind crossed with a youth of video games made him into one of the...

Theresas Deportment

"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said. ..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in this country...

Athena Ch02

“You ready sweetie?” He blinked, as if coming out of a stupor and looked back to her, to Athena, her expression playful, but her body language pressing. It hadn’t been so much of a question as it had been an order. Meekly he looked back at the window, looking through his own reflection to the street outside. They didn’t have far to go, but the short walk from her limo to the Hotel’s lobby was lined by an eager group of camera-toting men, the dreaded paparazzi. “But… The photographers,...

Athena

He stood hugging himself tightly, not that it helped keep him warm anymore. The cold had long since seeped so far into him the only thing that kept him from running to find somewhere warm was the fear that, should he leave his spot, he’d return to find it taken and his chance of seeing her, Athena, gone forever. The singer Athena had caught the world by storm, nobody a year ago, the young woman had taken to the celebrity lifestyle like a duck to water and was now breaking records with her...

Mathew and Beth part 3 Trip down southquot

It was a warm night in Georgia when I arrived for a very special meeting, This was not about business but it was very important to him as he was coming to meet for the first time his internet “friend”. Shannon his friend was a very subservient women who was proud to be just who she was and although for this first meeting they had something a little different in mind to give her master a new experience. What she didn't know was that I had a surprise for her as well, he was a bit of a romantic...

Athena 1

Athena - 1 "Look at that stream! We should stop and go swimming!" Athena exclaimed as we barreled over a small bridge in the work van. I stop the van and put it in reverse and stop again, this time on top of the small bridge. I peer out of the window and gaze upon the stream. The water was crystal clear and as still as glass. I could see an almost perfect reflection of the trees on it's surface. "but we don't have bathing suits..." I responded. My response was flirty in...

Grandmother Is My Wife

I am Nandu from Kerala I want to share my sex experience with my grandmother Prema. I am living with my grandmother as my parents are abroad she is 60 years old. My grandfather’s name is Kumaaran. He is having Alzheimer’s disease he is always in his bedroom. My grandmother looks after him for 3 years he does not getup from bed coming to the story my grandmother is really a sex bomb she has 36 size boobs and a great well built figure her boobs are in awesome shape like 2 mountains projecting...

Grandmother Is My Wife

Hi ISS readers, I am Nandu from Kerala I want to share my sex experience with my grandmother Prema. I am living with my grandmother as my parents are abroad she is 60 years old. My grandfather’s name is Kumaaran. He is having Alzheimer’s disease he is always in his bedroom. My grandmother looks after him for 3 years he does not getup from bed coming to the story my grandmother is really a sex bomb she has 36 size boobs and a great well built figure her boobs are in awesome shape like 2...

Hypothermia can I survive 3 cold women

Hypothermiaby oggbashan © Copyright Oggbashan April 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.****************I have a fantasy of sharing a bed with two attractive young women preferably naked. Most adult males would share that fantasy. I never expected it to happen or if it...

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