Message-ID: <25285asstr$963616209@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: yellowyenko@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <396f5465.20608958@news.tri-lakes.net> X-Original-Path: 12.35.116.22 Subject: {ASSM} Frontier Woman part III [nc, mf, vio, old west] Date: Fri, 14 Jul 2000 19:10:09 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, Vulpine Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It contains graphic sexual situations and abuse to a woman. Do not read if you are a minor or offended by such. I do not condone violence against women in any manner, rapists and abusers belong in jail! Part III The mountain man Pete and Mrs. Hansen stayed the winter at Mark's cabin. He took liberties with her as often as he wanted, sometimes up to 4 times daily. Despite the abuse, Mrs. Hansen's body healed of the sunburns, the joint pain, and she put on weight, almost back to her pre-captive weight. It burned her to no end to think that she ended up like this, a slave, to a calloused uncaring man that cared nothing for her except that she could work, cook, and fuck. He told her numerous occasions that that's what the good lord put women on earth for. He told her he loved her, but that still didn't keep him from tying her up when they slept, "a man's gotta be cautious you know!" Margaret came back from the spring, toting 2 buckets of water and met Pete in the clearing with two horses saddled and a pack horse. Put some skins on woman, we are going to rendevous! Margaret finally felt refreshed having clothes on, yes they were animal skins but clothes none the less. Over the past 10 months she had resigned to being Pete's wife and whore. He treated her well, compared to the inhumane treatment she received from Taubansee that is. She was excited knowing they were going to rendevous. She'd never been and by hearing Pete talk, it was a gathering of trappers to sell their skins and socialize. "Margie, we are going to make a ton of money at Rendevous this year. Not only by selling the skins, but in other ways also." Pete chuckled. "What other ways?" The once proper and still very naive woman asked. "Oh, that's for me to plan and you to accept." He whispered. It took Pete and Margaret 3 days of hard riding to get to the Rendevous, which was set out in a bare open meadow with a stream nearby. As they crested a ridge, a makeshift village came into view, wagons, tents, men and women milling around. Margaret had not felt this kind of excitement for ages, at least since her escape from Daniel. They rode into the midst of the excitement, several men yelled at Pete and welcomed him to the Rendevous, while buyers almost immediately began offering money for his skins which most came from Mark. As they buyers looked his skins over, he rolled off his horse and helped Margie down and they both walked into a makeshift tavern, just a tent with a table of liquor set up. "What will it be, Pete?" The bartender asked while looking Margie up and down. "Whiskey, give me a bottle." Pete said and through out a couple of coins. The tender's eyes widened when he saw the coins and secretly thought that Pete had never been able to hold on to this kind of coin in his life and wondered what he'd been up to, being the no account scoundrel he was, but said nothing. He knew this was a rough life and men died for snooping into other people's business. He took the money and handed Pete a bottle of watered down whiskey. Pete didn't take a glass, just uncorked the bottle and took a long drawl of whiskey, letting much of it spill on his beard and the ground. "Here ya go, Margie, have a drink!" Pete said as he tilted the bottle to Margaret Hansen's lips. "I don't like it." She responded. "I think you're going to need it, now drink, dammit!" He demanded. Margaret opened her mouth and allowed Pete to fill it full of the firey liquid. She coughed and gagged, most of it came out onto her but some burned her throat. Margaret followed Pete out of the tavern back to the horses, a couple of men palmed money into Pete's hands and loaded the skins onto their wagons. Everywhere they went, men and women looked at Pete's woman. She was quite a looker, even in skins. As they walked, Margaret stuck close to Pete, he wasn't much but she was afraid for some reason. Probably because of all the yelling, shooting, and dirty scummy looking men around. The women all had dresses on, but not the kind of dresses she wore before, saloon type dresses. They all wore heavy makeup and were in her opinion ugly! "Lilly!" Pete shouted and a older heavily made up woman lept into Pete's arms and he spun her around. "Pete," she shouted, "How's it hanging?" She asked grabbing his crotch. Her behavior toward Pete burned Margaret. "Hey now, where did you find this woman, Pete? She's mighty fine!" Lilly exclaimed walking around Margaret. "Didn't you hear, I up and got married." He chuckled. "Ummmm....you want to add to your skins money, honey?" Lilly asked Pete with a sneer. "Maybe, maybe...." He replied. Lilly reach out and took Margaret's hand and said, "come on honey, follow me!" Margaret snatched her hand back and balked at following her. "Oh, shit, Margie, she ain't going to hurt you. Her and girls do a dance show for us fellas, and she wants you to join them, but you can't dance dressed like this." Pete explained and motioned to her skins. "Dance?" She responded naively. She reluctantly allowed Lilly to pull her away from Pete, Pete gave her a big wave goodbye. Lilly pulled Margaret into a tent and went over to a rack of colorful dresses and said to her, "pick you out one you like." Lilly motioned to the rack. It had been ages since Margaret had felt real clothes, she enjoyed running her hands into the dresses. She felt like a school girl, excited about picking out clothes. She chose a white dress with green trim. It had too low a neckline for her, but with her breasts, it fit really well. She also picked out a pair of white bloomers, and white shoes. Lilly came back in the tent a few minutes later and whistled, "Wow, you look great, honey!" Margaret wondered how she was going to look on stage with two left feet trying to dance. "Hey Pete, how's it going?" One man said, carrying a Henry repeating rifle in his arms like a baby. "Oh...hi...going well." Pete growled not really wanting to talk with the men. "You haven't by chance ran across Mark West in your travels have you, he said he'd be here." The man continued never straying his eyes off of Pete's. Pete half turned and said, "Not that I recall." "That's funny," said the 2nd man, "you're riding one of his horses!" "Friend, you must be mistaken!" Pete responded dropping his hand to his side away from the men's view. "Oh, I don't think so, Mark bought the mustang from me last year at Rendevous, I recognize him anywhere, with that notch I put in his ear!" The man said, slowly backing away. "Listen friend, two of those horses are the woman's, I never asked her where she got `em. I don't want no trouble!" The large man explained to the men. The smaller man turned his head and spit on the ground. The other asked, "Where's the woman?" "Lil took her." Pete responded, his hand still at his side, his fingers dallying on the butt of his Colt. "Whalll, I'll have to have a little talk with her, if you don't mind." The tall lanky man mocked. Pete shrugged his shoulders. The tall man turned and walked toward Lil's tent, while the shorter of the two, an obvious gunfighter remained looking at Pete. Pete licked the sudden sweat from his upper lip with his tongue and turned and walked away, inside he was shaking like a leaf. "If the woman shares with them that he kilt Mark West, he was a dead man!" Pete thought as he made his way toward his pack. Dutch caught up with Sam and said, "you know and I know that that low scoundrel has never worked for nothing. All them skins he brought, he had to have stolen them from somewhere, probably from Mark!" "Yeah, I know, but we scared him enough that he'll buy him a couple of bottles of whiskey and get drunk and passout somewheres, then we can deal with him quietly." Sam responded, as the small Dutch smiled and nodded. "Are we going to see the woman?" Dutch asked as tobacco juice trickled out of his mouth. "Naw, not right now!" Sam said, as they turned toward one of 8 whiskey tents at Rendevous. As dusk came upon Rendevous, Lil's tent lit up like a fourth of July parade, she had brought several barrels of kerosene out on the wagon, the liquor flowed like a river, three sides of the tent were open, the fourth side had the bar set up and behind the bar was the wagon, uncovered and served as a stage. Brightly colored dressed women milled around the men serving drinks and getting felt up wherever they went. "Margie, just mill around the men and serve them drinks, some of them might pull you into their laps, they are harmless, just see to it they don't stop buying booze! If you're real good, I'll talk Pete into letting you go with us to town!" Lilly soothed Margaret Hansen's fears. "Town?" Margaret pondered, she hadn't even heard the word for what seemed like years. It could mean her freedom, her freedom from her nightmare! Margaret made her way out into the makeshift saloon, she was by far the prettiest of the women and with her low bodice, her breasts bounced as she walked. Men grabbed her legs, her breasts, her ass, as she walked near them, but the thought of `town' kept her going and smiling. Unbeknownst to her, Lil was dallying up the girls to various men who had the cash, one man plunked down an exorbitant price for Margie, 10 dollars. Known only by `Skunk' because of his odor, as he moved through the crowd of men and women, he licked his lips. He saved his money for a fling this year, and he was going to get the best. He motioned Margie over to him. Margie wrinkled her nose when she got close enough to smell him and thought the man probably hadn't had a bath for years! Standing arm's length away she asked, "May I help you, sir?" Moving quicker than Dutch for his sidearm, the man latched a dark skinned hand on the alabaster arm of Mrs. Hansen and pulled her roughly to him. She screamed, the men and women around laughed. Skunk pulled his prize out of the tent toward the stream, out of sight but still in the area. Mrs. Hansen screamed, kicked, and tried to hit Skunk as he pulled her away. "Whore, I paid for you, now quick fightin!" He slapped her hard on the cheek, rendering her temporarily helpless. Taking that opportunity, Skunk, reached under her dress and grabbed the waistband of her bloomers and yanked them hard down leaving her bare ass naked under her long dress. Regaining her balance, Mrs. Hansen jumped up tried to get away from his grasp to no avail. "Take your fucking dress off, whore!" Skunk demanded! Mrs. Hansen knew that fighting was to no avail and trembling started taking off her beautiful dress. Skunk had no intention of ripping it off of her, although he threatened, because Lil would make him pay dearly for the dress. As Mrs. Hansen pulled the dress off, her voluptuous body made Skunk gasp outloud, "Good night, almighty! You is a handsome woman, whore!" He complimented. At that, the 50ish year old gaunt man wrenched the Mrs. Hansen down to the ground and fell on her, clothes and all and began hunching with all his might. The smell of Skunk overtook Margaret and she began puking and gagging at the same time. "Like it, eh, whore!" He whispered. She merely laid there, not fighting, getting prepared for the rape, trying to think of things that would take her far away from this place. Skunk stood up and unzipped his pants and pulled his uncircumcised cock out. "Oh yeah, gonna have some fun now, Virgil," he addressed his meat. Mrs. Hansen's eyes were tightly closed, but the smell was overwhelming to her, she could not take it and suddenly bolted from her lying down position. "Shit!" He yelled and started after her, his cock bobbing up and down as he ran. "Woman, git back here, I ain't gonna hurt you, come on whore!" He yelled as he chased her. The woman was no match for the gaunt backwoodsman, he leapt and landed on her and wrestled her to the ground much the way one would wrestle down a calf. The woman screamed bloody murder as Skunk position his 7" cock at her ass and with one thrust tore into her anal opening bringing renewed screams from her. As Skunk rode her ass, he moaned and groaned. It was quite a sight to see, the gaunt thin Skunk, dressed mostly in dirty deer hides, humping up and down on the fair skinned woman. A crowd gathered around to watch the action. Skunk didn't care, he had paid for her and he was going to get his monies worth. "Damn whore," he whispered as he continued to hump her in the ass and snarfed up a mouth full of chew and spit on her brown hair. The woman was weeping, Skunk continued to pump. Still hard, he withdrew his cock and turned the woman over, spit another pad of tobacco juice on her face and slid into her dry cunt and renewed his moans and groans. He never did cum but humped on the poor woman for at least an hour, mauling her breasts, and roughly pinching her nipples until she thought they were on fire. "Fucking whore upset me so much that I can't even spray her," he said outloud as the crowd guffawed. Skunk stood up and pointing his softening cock toward her face, began pissing on her. As the first warm stream hit her lips, her eyes snapped open only to close again as the foul smelling yellow waste continued to stream out. The other men joined Skunk with his prompting, they all took out their cocks and began urinating on the nude woman lying before them. Not one of them attempted to take her, not after Skunk had been with her, no way! Mrs. Hansen's eyes popped open as the water landed on her. She squinted her eyes toward the sun and heard Lil say, "Damn, you smell like shit, Margie. You must've had a hell of a party back here last night!" Mrs. Hansen only groaned a response. "I found my dress and bloomers, thank goodness they were in one piece, or someone would be paying!" She continued. "I ain't gonna touch you, now, git up and go over there to the stream and wash up!" Lil exclaimed and turned back toward the wagons murmuring, "Damn, pee-eww." Mrs. Hansen fell headfirst into the stream and swam out in the deeper water. She thought about just closing her eyes and drowning but knew she couldn't do that, how she wished she could. Lilly came up to the bank where Mrs. Hansen was bathing and said, "I brought you your outfit here, now dry off and git your dress back on, we got men awaiting." "Where's Pete, I'm ready to leave!" Mrs. Hansen exclaimed. "You know, funny thing about Pete, he just up and rode out of here sometime during the night I guess. He left you, Margie. I guess your coming with my dance troupe!" Lilly exclaimed laughing at her sarcasm. Margie dragged herself to the bank and put on the dress that she so much hated now, dreaming about going home....to the cabin, with her husband....Pete. The hootin and hollering had not ceased one bit as Margaret made her way back to the tents. She entered Lil's establishment to find not one patron there, except a gent sitting at a table talking with Lilly. "Come on over here honey!" Lil motioned to her. She stood at the side of Lil seated and stared at the dude. He was not like the rest at rendevous. He was dressed very nice, in city slicker clothes, with a derby. He was clean and shaved except for a small mustache. "Turn around for Mr. Petticook, Margie, he's interested in you." Margie turned slowly, her stomach growled. "I'll give you 500 dollars for her." The dude said to Lil. "Ummm...I don't know, she's a 20 dollar whore, why I could make more than that in a month with her!" Lil bargained. "I'm a fair man, Madam, I ask you to be fair also. My final offer is 1000 dollars!" Lil's eyes lit up, you've got yournself a deal Mr. Petticook, and they shook hands and exchanged money for property. "Come along dear," Mr. Petticook said as he reached out for her hand. After last night, Margaret wasn't about to disagree and reached out and took his hand and allowed him to lead her away from Lil's establishment. End of part III. More feed back will perhaps encourage me to write part IV. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+