by Emily Tilton
Alice could only give a little whimper at that, and take another step back. Her back came fully up against the door now as she retreated from him, though Joe hadn’t moved from his position in the middle of the cabin, or threatened her in any way.
“I don’t understand,” Alice pleaded. “What is this place?”
“This is Brownsville, girl,” Joe said, patiently but with a bit of frustration in his tone at having to repeat himself. “You’ll understand more, probably, after you watch me fuck Mary. Now are you going to come in and get warm, or do I have to come get you and tie you to that chair while Mary gets her bottom filled? I don’t want to have to worry about you running off while I have my way like a natural man should.”
Chapter Four
Elder Thomas Hilton was astonished to hear Joe Smithers knocking at his door in town, the next morning. The blizzard had left at least a foot of snow on the streets of Brownsville, such as they were, and when Thomas spied Joe’s honest face, looking rather troubled in expression, through the parlor window, he thought at first someone must be in need of medical attention.
Thomas served in the capacity of town doctor, after all, though he had not received very much training in the healing arts before his emigration at the urging of Dr. Reginald Brown. After his expulsion from medical school for his honest questioning of received opinion concerning human sexual behavior, he had found his way first to Dr. Brown’s infamous treatise and then to Dr. Brown himself in Westmoreland. Over port, having just supervised the highly successful coitus of two natural men and a Miss Jenkins, a lovely young girl of eighteen, brought to the college after her shaming for allowing a boy to kiss her, Dr. Brown had propounded his scheme for propagating his theories in the new world.
“Thomas, I’ve positively despaired of the English coming around to a scientific way of thinking on erotic matters—and the rest of Britain is even worse, as far as can tell, and more backward. My own Scots will boast of their prowess and jest of the highlanders and what they have beneath their kilts, but when it comes to allowing the few remaining natural men among us to regulate their sexual relations as nature herself decrees they should…”
The doctor’s voice had trailed off into a shake of his head and a puff upon his pipe. Thomas, enchanted to hear the learned man speak thoughts so close to his own view of the matter, had ventured to complete the thought.
“They will not see the light,” he said, putting a smile upon his face that he had hoped seemed knowing and confidential rather than green and over-eager.
“Exactly. Exactly,” Dr. Brown had said, nodding in approval. “Shall I tell you of my grand design?”
Thomas had had a terrible time, then, restraining his enthusiasm. Later he had understood that he need not have done so in the least. For as he had gotten to know Dr. Brown a truth had become abundantly clear. In the doctor’s management of sexual affairs between those he counseled and treated he urged unbridled, natural expression of bodily lust. In the same way, in his efforts to enlighten the world in these matters the physician valued not academic reserve but frank expressions of opinion. Moreover, Dr. Brown looked for open discussion even of ideas and acts that the society of the present day would certainly regard as terribly shameful.
Indeed, the doctor had demonstrated the fact at that very moment, for he had prefaced the elaboration of his scheme for Brownsville with a chuckle, and the admonition, “Mind you, it will get your cock very hard indeed, I suspect, just as it always does mine.”
This all had happened on Thomas’ first such occasion in Dr. Brown’s company, and his first admission to the physician’s confidence. He had read the man’s treatise, of course, and he had just watched him oversee a terribly arousing act of double possession by two strong young men of their pretty companion, penetrated fore and aft at once and screaming in mingled pleasure and discomfort. That had of course made Thomas’ manhood stand to attention in his trousers like a guardsman, but none of that—strangely enough, he had supposed, but nevertheless truly—had prepared him for the open reference to his penis by its vulgar name.
The transformation of Thomas Hilton, Esq., of Sussex, into Elder Hilton of Brownsville, Nebraska, had, Thomas supposed, begun at that moment, before Dr. Brown had even begun to talk about America. All the theoretical knowledge, all the debate and contested opinion concerning the right of the phallus and the proper handling and sexual training of nubile young women from the perspective of their continuing health and happiness, had become startlingly real in the doctor’s reference to his cock.
Thomas had coughed, then, however, to hide his being nonplussed by the doctor’s change in tone, the blood rising a bit to his face. Looking back on it now, from Brownsville, the memory always made him smile, especially because men like Joe Smithers—often very rough in their upbringing and education, if they had any of the latter at all—now had to do the coughing, when Elder Hilton unexpectedly began alluding to the hardness he knew lurked in their pants, waiting to come out and have its way in the manner of a natural man’s pleasures.
“You know, Mr. Hilton,” the doctor had said, never indicating that he had noticed Thomas’ slight discomfiture though Thomas had felt sure even then that he must have, “I am sure that in the American West, all sorts of doctrines, most of them thoroughly unenlightened, are thriving in what goes by the name of the Indian country?”
Thomas had frowned and nodded, beginning to see the shape of the doctor’s thoughts but finding that sight too startlingly grandiose to grasp immediately.
The doctor had continued, a theatrically innocent, even beatific expression upon his face now. “What if men like you and me—and here I suppose I should make it clear that truly I mean you rather than me, for I have grown too old and too embedded here in Westmoreland easily to remove for parts mostly unknown…”
Thomas hadn’t been able to help smiling at this little disclaimer, with its implicit compliment to him and his fitness for adventure. He had never thought of himself as a pioneer, and had imagined he would have a long and stodgy career as a family physician to a baronial house or two, but recent events had certainly fired what mettle he had in that regard. Thrust from the society he had coveted, he had readily seen himself as a frontiersman, riding across the plains upon a pinto, toward a home where a lovely young woman waited for him to take her in hand, to care for her as her body responded to his, submitting to his natural mastery under the open sky, or in their little prairie cabin, ridden hard like the pinto and loving to yield to his cock that way, loving even to go over his knee when the time came for correcting her faults, because she reveled in having a natural man as her master.
Dr. Brown had seemed to notice Thomas’ smile, and his sandily bewhiskered lips had given a twitch of mirthful approval. “Ah, I believe you begin to see my Utopian intent, Mr. Hilton!”
“Indeed,” Thomas had said. “Pray continue!”
“It would not be easy,” the doctor had cautioned, as if concerned that Thomas’ fancy might run away with him. “I would be able, I feel certain, to raise the money needed to provide a reasonably secure existence for the few men who would govern the town I have in mind, but it would not be the sort of comfort to be found in England, or even in the civilized portions of America.”
Thomas had laughed at that, for everyone knew that New York, Philadelphia, and Boston, and even Washington had reached a standard of living that caused intelligent Englishmen who had made the voyage to exclaim over the culture, as well as the freedoms, to be found in the new world. Dr. Brown’s answering smile had been gently admonitory, though.
“I do not jest, Mr. Hilton. I have got far enough along in this scheme to learn that life on the Western frontier will have serious hardships for the men I send as what I intend to be called the elders of the community. As I said, my connections in London will allow me to support them, but they will have to provide for the men and women with whom they will populate Brownsville, through the development agriculture and industry in a place that has nev
er known such things.”
Slightly chastened, but still feeling a sort of enthusiasm he had not known for anything in the past few months, Thomas had nodded soberly. “How many of these elders do you intend to recruit, Doctor?”
“I have it in mind,” the doctor said, so seriously that Thomas had instantly seen the plan to be farther along than Dr. Brown’s first intimations had indicated, “to send three. You would be the third, Mr. Hilton. Two former cocksmen of this establishment have already begun the preparations. Mr. Joseph Shaw and Mr. Frederick George merely await—somewhat impatiently, I’m sure you will understand—my appointment of their third.”
Thomas’ eyebrows had gone up a full inch. He had sought in vain for a way to convey his excitement, but his expression had clearly told the doctor what he had needed to know.
“Mr. Shaw has a young lady named Miss Stella Reynolds. Mr. George has a girl by the name of Miss Jane Weathers. You would go without a young lady of your own, though of course Miss Reynolds’ and Miss Weathers’ vaginas, mouths, and anuses would be available to you upon request to their masters.”
Thomas’ mouth had gone a little dry, but he had nodded in as jaded a manner as he could manage, despite not feeling jaded at all about the matter.
“My notion is that you would seek for your own girl—perhaps several of them, once you reached America, just as your fellow elders will of course acquire other young ladies for their own possession, and then for passing along to fellow settlers as a way of building community ties. I intend that in Brownsville both men and women will have the freedom to enjoy one another sexually as they please, though the elders, and the men they invite to settle in the community, will naturally find it helpful to establish households along more or less traditional lines. Once an elder has established his right of the phallus over more than one girl, he will be able to assign a girl’s favors to a worthy fellow citizen, creating happy homes by design rather than leaving the matter to chance.”
A frown had broken out on Thomas’ face at that. “Will not the natural men who would seem the best fit for this community chafe at the idea of their pleasure depending on the whim of the elders?”
Dr. Brown had nodded, clearly taking the question as a sign both of Thomas’ acumen and of his interest in the project.
“They would, if I failed to choose elders who have a full, and a compassionate, understanding of my work. As you know from having read my treatise, what I just said about Mr. Shaw’s and Mr. George’s young ladies is nothing but the natural sympathy between men. I am sure you will find occasion to put it to the test very soon, but do you have any doubt that Mr. Shaw would gladly fuck his Miss Reynolds alongside you, as we just saw Miss Jenkins undergoing double coitus, penises in her bottom and her mouth at once? Or that Mr. George would send his Miss Weathers to you for the night, to enjoy just as you pleased?”
Thomas had shaken his head slowly, very moved by the idea and very hard in his trousers.
“You do not,” Dr. Brown had continued, his voice becoming rather triumphant, “because you would do the same for them, knowing that your own girl would benefit from fucking by another cock, and that your friend would owe you a debt of gratitude that he would happily repay one day. How much more efficacious will such sharing be in Brownsville, where the elders will have the authority to send girls even to the man who has just built his little cabin, whose hardscrabble existence will seem so much lighter to him when he has a tight cunt and a tighter bottom to fuck when he goes to his bed?”
Thomas had seen it then—nearly the whole of it. The examinations of new girls, the assignment of them to men who in other frontier communities might never find the consolation of a bed warmed by a submissive girl. The public punishments and public fuckings that would ensure harmony among the citizens. The school for young ladies in an elder’s home. Even the dictum that men must be careful to spill their seed in their girls’ mouths or bottoms, or be sent with their pregnant young lady for a more ‘civilized’ life in the new towns of California.
“Can I enlist you, then, Mr. Hilton? Or, should I say, Elder Hilton?” Dr. Brown had asked, then, with a broad grin that showed he had understood Thomas’ distant expression for exactly the rapturous musing it had been.
“Most certainly, Dr. Brown,” Thomas had said.
As he looked at Joe Smithers’ honest face, now, he had not the slightest doubt he had made the correct decision. George had sent Mary Jones to Joe’s cabin, he recalled, and now Joe’s face seemed to indicate the need for sage advice. Thomas felt sure that nothing had happened to Mary, since he himself had recruited Joe, and had watched him fuck and discipline a girl in the schoolroom, the test required before a new citizen could be assigned a girl for his pleasure.
Unpredictable things happened in Nebraska, though, Thomas had found, like the first store burning down and the fields flooding the previous spring. He prepared himself for that sort of news.
Joe’s words, though, took Thomas very much aback.
“A girl came to my cabin last night, run away from a Sioux war party that burned her wagon train.”
Chapter Five
Alice looked into Mary’s sympathetic face and tried again.
“Couldn’t you just untie me for a little while?” she asked. “You can tie me back up before Joe gets here.”
“I’m sorry,” Mary said, smiling very patiently. “If I thought you were really in any danger, or even if it would be better for you to be untied, I’d do it, I promise. It’s not just because Joe says so and he’s the man, or anything like that. It’s because I know you really should see what things are like here, even though you probably want to do something foolish like running away right now. I saw your face when Joe was fucking my bottom. I’m pretty sure you belong here, just like me.”
Alice’s cheeks had grown blessedly cool after their hot blush upon waking and finding herself just as she had been on falling asleep the previous night: tied in place, in her shift, lying on the side of the bed nearest the cabin wall. Whoever had built the cabin—she imagined it must be Joe himself—had set iron fixtures into the wood, positioned so as to secure a girl at knees, waist, and neck; each of those locales on Alice now had a stout but not uncomfortable strap of leather to hold it securely, with her wrists further fastened to fixtures upon the belt about her waist.
Joe had bound her like that, finally, in order that he might enjoy Mary at leisure, and then fall asleep holding her, all while Alice looked on in mingled horror, fascination, and the same shameful feeling she had had over Mrs. Gantner’s lap after a spanking: the feeling that the place that Joe called a cunt—the place Alice had known men liked to fuck with their things… their cocks, Joe called his—needed something, needed touching, though as Joe had bound her wrists to her waist he had said, “That will keep you from playing with yourself while you watch. Elder Hilton will teach you more, but girls in Brownsville aren’t allowed to touch their cunts without permission.”
How had that seemed so very right to her? Had it been the look in Mary’s eyes as Joe told Alice this news? Mary had been lying on her side, facing Alice, in the middle of the big bed, naked and waiting for Joe to take his place on the other side of her. Joe had taken off his pants and shirt by then, and his cock had stood up so proudly that Alice hadn’t been able to take her eyes off it though it made her face get so hot.
Mary’s eyes had told Alice that girls in Brownsville liked knowing that they would be punished if they touched themselves to soothe away the heat caused by the sight of their men’s cocks, or by the thought of having a cock in their bottoms, as Mary did, then. Joe had thrust so firmly inside the redheaded girl that it made Alice whimper in sympathy even as Mary herself cried out loud in discomfort.
Though Alice could tell it hurt Mary, she could also tell that Mary didn’t really mind; that something about having a man’s big, hard thing inside her most secret place made her feel proud. More, it seemed that Mary even liked to have Alice watching, seeing how well she could ho
ld her bottom open for the man who fucked it, when he told her to put her hands back there and spread the little cheeks for him.
Part of Alice still couldn’t believe that having come to this remote corner of Indian country somehow meant having to watch Joe Smithers fuck Mary Jones’ bottom, while Alice herself lay bound to Joe’s bed. She had no doubt that Mr. and Mrs. Gantner, the pastor, the wagon train leader, and the rest of society would call it monstrous. She had a very strong feeling, too, that Mrs. Gantner would even call Alice herself monstrous for resting her eyes on the sight of a cock in a bottom-hole, even though Joe, a strong man with a big gun, had told her she must.
How much more shameful would the Gantners and the pastor find it that Alice hadn’t been able to stop watching it, even when she had felt sure Joe wouldn’t notice, because his attention had concentrated on the same sight, gazing down at his manhood plunging swiftly in and out between Mary’s little round cheeks?
That she couldn’t stop thinking about it now?
Part of her wanted to pretend that she didn’t understand, even before this elder came to explain it, why she, too would have to have her bottom fucked the same way she had seen Mary’s fucked. How could a good man like Joe—for despite everything Alice could see that Joe Smithers was a good man, in a way that Mr. Gantner and even the pastor had not been—declare to a girl that he would put his cock inside her, whether she thought she would like to marry or not?
How could a good man tell her what Joe had told her after he had found some kind of ease inside Mary’s fundament? How could he say what he had said when he had pulled his now strangely soft, and even tame thing, from her tiny hole?
While Mary went to get a basin and a cloth to kneel before her man and clean the member that had possessed her so intimately, he had said to Alice, “When Elder Hilton says you’re mine, I’m going to have your pretty mouth and your sweet little cunt first. You’ll clean the cock just like Mary is doing, after I pop your cherry, and I’ll finish in your mouth. But like the elders say, the bottom is best for long winter nights. You’ll get it just like Mary did, every night, once you’re ready. Don’t worry, though. You’ll go to school like Mary did, and learn how to give me your anus. Dr. Brown wouldn’t want it any other way.”