Annabelle: An Erotic Western Spanking Menage (Doms of Destiny Trail Book 1)

by Samantha Madisen

  "Beg for it, beautiful" Blaise growled beneath her.

  "Please Blaise," she said, knowing that her words would finally make her find the relief she craved. "Please fuck my pussy," she mewled "fuck yourself into my pussy Blaise, please..." she trailed off, burying her face in his neck, her body quivering in anticipation of taking him inside her.

  "Good girl," she heard him growl, and felt him through her chest and then, finally, what she'd been waiting for since he crawled into the tent, she felt him getting thicker, her wet pussy stretching to accommodate his girth as he lowered her onto himself. She shuddered as she felt each veiny ridge of his cock. Her body reacted with another shiver to his length travelling through her. She moaned loudly at the feeling of him pressing against her walls, slowly prying her apart until she felt him come up against her end again and she knew she was a good wife and a good woman for taking him whole.

  She felt her pussy clinging to him, squeezing him already as she pushed herself back up, unable to resist the urge to ride him slightly. Another smack on the cheek of her bottom set her still, but she clung to him, her nails biting into his skin against the desire she felt to climax.

  Starting slowly again, he pulled his cock back along the length of her tunnel and she whimpered at the feeling of him leaving her, then felt a burst of joy in knowing that soon he would be filling her again. He did. Soon she felt him moving back inside her, felt the fullness that came with him there, but she wished he would quicken his tempo and send her to that place of blinding white ecstasy.

  But instead, he stilled her again and she felt his hands moving down from her hips, to the round swell of her bottom. His fingers stopped there, then she felt him spreading apart. She gasped as she realized what would happen next, that this was the moment she would take both of her husbands for the first time.

  But she did not feel the gentle pressure of Rem's cock at her rear entrance. Instead, just the way she'd felt Blaise's mouth hovering above her pussy, Rem's breath warmed the tight ring of muscle at her rear entrance. She gasped again, her body tensing but only in anticipation of the way his mouth would feel on her with Blaise already inside her. He sank onto her, not teasing her as Blaise had and she let out a massive groan as she felt Blaise move out and into her again just as Rem's tongue began to ease her open with gentle circles.

  Now there was no more fear of what it would be like to take something so large inside her. Now she felt only the deep desire to feel his length inside her, to feel both of them filling her at the same time.

  As Blaise moved faster into her, her juices spilling down the length of his shaft and onto his sack that she felt every time she came up against his root, Rem's mouth worked on her until she was just as wet at her rear as she was at her sex. Then she felt him pull away, felt the cool air on her open hole. She closed her eyes, shuddered again in anticipation of the moment.

  Then he was there. The thick, hot head of his rigid cock pushed at her back entrance and her eyes shot open. This was not the taper of the plug, there would be no easing into her, he would spread her as wide as he needed to and push himself in.

  Rem spread her open with one hand, Blaise's hand holding her other cheek. She felt him squeeze her and then the pressure built as he moved towards her, the head of his cock spreading her open.

  Annabelle moaned. A low, loud moan, as Rem slipped into her, the wetness he'd left there with his mouth easing his passage. She felt him pushing into her, felt him sliding against Blaise's girth already inside her, only a thin wall of flesh separating the two men. Her nails dug deeper into Blaise's flesh and just when she thought she wouldn't be able to take any more of him, she felt the warm and gentle slap of his sack against her folds and she came to realize she'd taken them both like a good wife.

  She felt them hold her there, her breathing in rhythm with theirs as all three of them savoured their first true union. But when the men started moving, she realized that they were just as eager to feel the sweet release of their orgasms as she was to feel hers.

  As Rem pulled the length of his shaft out of her, Blaise pushed himself in slowly. The two men took turns inside her, easing themselves in as the other moved out. Soon the two had found a rhythm they could both sustain and Annabelle had little choice but to settle onto Blaise's chest and sail along on the pleasure of her two husband's using her as they pleased.

  The ache inside her was replaced with the growing orb of tense pleasure she felt at the bottom of her stomach. Every moment some part of her was filled, a part of her was touched that brought her closer to ecstasy. Blaise's cock slipped in and out of her, slippery with her wetness. His fingers dug into her flesh and she felt him flex inside and she realized he was close to his moment.

  Rem did the same and she felt his cock grow inside her rear tunnel. The thought that soon both men would burst inside her, filling her with their seed made Annabelle tighten. The orb inside her grew and threatened to burst as she realized that soon they would all be coming together. The men's grips on her tightened and hers on them in turn. Her body squeezed them both, her pussy begging Blaise for his gift, just as her rear begged Rem.

  The delicious blinding chaos of her climax swelled from her middle, up her spine and is it began shot from her lips in a sharp yell as she came up on her arms slightly, unable to hold her herself down on Blaise's body. Her pussy clenched and squeezed at Blaise's cock as the thrill roared back down her body, then up again, engulfing her in pleasure. She felt him grab her breasts, heard his yell, just as Rem growled behind her.

  They were moving in and out of her furiously now and their thrusts brought another wave of furious release as she cried in pleasure again and again. Then she felt it. Blaise harden inside her. She felt the first twitch of him, then another, harder one. Then the warmth and wetness as his seed spurted into her, covering her walls in heat. Then Rem, from behind her, she felt him harden just as much. His cock jumped and he let out a roar as she felt him erupt in a wash of warm, white seed into her dark rear hole. The two men plunged inside her and out again over and over, using her body fully until all three had reached their final completion and the furious love their bodies felt began to ebb into a softer, gentler kind.

  The three held each other there for some time, the two men still inside her. Rem curled over her body, not lying down fully, but cradling her from above. In between the waves of sleep that rolled over her back and forth again, Annabelle felt each of them slip out of her. The Rem, curled around her from behind as Blaise did from the front and their hands ran gently along her back and shoulder causing her to shiver, but only from their touch and not because of cold.

  When sleep finally swallowed her fully, right before the moment, she felt the warm blanket being pulled up and over her shoulders just as Rem pressed closer to her and Blaise did the same. Lying there like that, she felt as protected as she ever had and slipped gently into a smiling, blissful sort of sleep.

  Epilogue

  Epilogue Blaise stood and wiped his brow of sweat. The pile of logs they'd felled was growing and soon there'd be enough to build a cabin the six of them could share. Certainly in time for the snows to come. Motion caught his eye and he raised his head to see Annabelle coming up the slight curve of the hill that led down to the stream, carrying a bucket of water. Blaise frowned at the sight. There was no rifle on her shoulder. Putting down his axe, he wiped his hands and walked towards her.

  "Hello husband," she said, an easy smile forming on her lips.

  Blaise couldn't help but smile back, though he was still going to ask the question. "Where's the rifle?" he said, trying to keep stern.

  Annabelle opened her mouth and raised a hand to it in mock surprise. "Oh my. I must have forgotten it. Forgive me husband." The coy smile that was threatening to spread across her lips, for the time being, danced in her eyes.

  "Annabelle, now this is serious. You know you're not to be going down to that stream without a rifle. Have you forgotten what happened..." Blaise trailed off as he saw Rem's figur
e coming up the hill, the rifle slung over his shoulder. He turned back to Annabelle and smiled.

  "Like I said," Annabelle went on, pretending he hadn't seen Rem, "I must have forgotten. What will you do with me, husband?"

  Blaise grabbed her by the arm and brought her close, making her drop the bucket at her side. "What I always do when you've been a bad girl," he growled, breathing in her scent.

  "Oh my," she yelped as he sat down on the bench they'd taken out of the wagon and pulled her across his lap. When he lifted her skirts, he saw her to be already wet in anticipation of him. His cock stiffened as he set his palm to work upon her rear, feeling her flex on his knee at the pain. But she lay there throughout, taking her punishment as an obedient woman should. When he was finished, her bottom was as rosy as he knew her cheeks would be from being worked over so. He pressed his palm against her, keeping the heat in, but couldn't help but pry her open and stare at the slick and tender folds of her perfect pussy.

  "Alright," he said finally, letting her up and helping her to her feet. Her cheeks were just as red as he knew they'd be.

  "What was that about?" Rem asked as he came up to the two, not sure of what had happened. When he saw Annabelle's gentle smile, he knew exactly what had happened. She blushed as she looked at the two of them and they at her. Picking up her bucket, she spun around and started walking towards the tent. "Annabelle! I asked you a question! What was that about" Rem asked again, his tone tender and full of smile.

  She looked over her shoulder but kept walking. When she spoke, the word sang over them before flying up into the mountains.

  "Love."

  THE END

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  Saving Grace

  "Well, it's in the tradition, in our heritage that two men marry with one woman. That two men discipline and train her to be a good and obedient wife, that two men work to keep her in a good and comfortable home, and that two men make sure her needs are attended to. In kind, the woman submits to both men's will, does their bidding and lies with both..."

  When Grace wakes up on the floor of her ranch house with a pounding headache to find her house has been robbed and ransacked, she knows she's in for a lecture from the Doc. Ever since her Pa died she's been living on her own trying to make ends meet.

  Grace's Pa asked the Doc to look out for her before he passed, but the Doc's had enough of Grace's stubbornness. The robbery is the final straw and he tells Grace that he's arranged for her to marry the Sherrif Sam Spencer, so she'll have a proper man to watch over her.

  But Grace has never liked Sam and tells him and the Doc as much, in no uncertain terms. When Sam rides after her into the night the two find themselves arguing on the dark dirt road just outside of town.

  Cole and Austin, new to town and camping by the river, hear the argument and intervene. When the Sherrif decides he's had enough of Grace himself, she's left with the two strange men on the road. Enchanted by the beautiful curvy woman, the two men decide that night that she'll be theirs.

  Grace feels just as strongly about the two cowboys as they feel about her. She can't believe the strange tradition the men keep of marrying a single woman. But when they propose, she can't say no and the three soon find themselves as men and wife.

  Only after the nuptials are over does Grace begin to understand what it means to be a bride to the two handsome cowboys. Not only do they insist that she submit to the Doc for regular examinations, but they begin training her body to do things she'd never dreamed ofand spanking her soundly if she doesn't obey.

  Grace is ashamed at the ways she's displayed so publicly by the two men. Will she be able to put her pride aside and become the wife the two desire? Training Faith

  "Sophia's right boys. Though I know you must be feeling the need to be with your bride again, we'll never get her training underway in any proper way if we don't start now. Though you have consumated in the traditional sense, you know the folks out in Red River will run you out of town if you haven't both mounted her at once. That's the Red River way."

  When bounty hunters Storm and Troy find Faith Weston, the train robber they've been hunting, it feels like their lucky day. But one look at her makes them realize that they're not collecting anything but a bride, even if it means running from the law.

  Luckily, their old friend Doc Jensen is not too far of a ride away. Not only is he a good friend of the Sheriff, but he knows the ways in which two men can properly train a woman to be their bride, especially a woman as unruly as the one they have on their hands.

  When Faith makes the astonishing claim that she's never robbed a train in her life and that she's being framed, it's up to the two men to find out who the real theif is and bring him to justice.

  Faith hasn't ever had a real man in her life and doesn't take easily to the cowboys demands. But with firm hands and the Doc's guidance, the two men awaken feelings in her she'd never dreamed of and she soon finds herself craving the closeness of her strong protectors.

  That closeness is what she gets but not in the way she expected. When the men reveal the Red River tradition of sealing wedding vows, Faith doesn't know if she can endure the humiliation of such a public display.

  Vitessa's Strict Education

  Having tried her family's patience for the last time, the unruly Vitessa is remanded to the custody of Lord Glastonbury and his Finishing Program. With a firm hand and a calm manner, he proceeds to tame the young tyrant and turn her into a proper lady.

  After a thorough, shameful and humiliating medical examination in front of a roomful of doctor's Vitessa's training begins. As the two spend more time together, the older Lord Glastonbury finds himself falling for his ward and all of her charms. Together with the help of the headmistress Mrs. Gladstone and her assistant Thomas, they administer the correct punishments and inspections that begin to teach Vitessa what it means to act in a proper manner.

  In time, Lord Glastonbury finds himself so taken by his newest pet that he proposes marriage. Despite his strict ways, Vitessa too becomes quite infatuated with her new master.

  But Mrs. Gladstone, jealous of Lord Glastonbury's affections towards Vitessa, unravels a plot to drive the two apart. When Vitessa finds the woman in Lord Glastonbury's office and in his arms, she is overcome by jealousy and runs from the room. Will Lord Glastonbury be able to win back the young woman's trust? Or will Mrs. Gladstone's wedge drive the two apart forever?

  This 30,000 word erotic Victorian romance features elements of BDSM, rear training and medical play.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Epilogue