The Major's Wife

by The Major's Wife (lit)

  He caught her wrists as he had done before, squeezing them so hard she bit her lip to keep from crying out. “As you wish, Mrs. Sawyer.” He stood, holding her with one arm while he stripped away his clothes with the other. He bent his head to press his lips to hers, forcing his tongue inside. She struggled, but could not break away from him.

  As suddenly as she had attacked him, she stopped fighting and pressed her tits against his chest. His intake of breath told her what she wanted to know. She felt his cock push against her. “Wait,” she said. “I want to do this right. Come here, both of you.” She took one of the young men’s penises in each hand before dropping to her knees to take Eagle’s hard cock into her mouth.

  The young men both hardened the minute she started moving her hands on them. They watched as her mouth slid up and down on Eagle’s dick, each man praying she would do that to him. She looked up at the captain’s face. “I think, sir, that since these two young men are virgins and we are all to die tomorrow, it seems like they deserve one real fuck before that. Can you wait for your turn a bit later, Captain Grant? You have more staying power at your age, I think.”

  She stood. He knew the age comment was an insult. He smiled and nodded. She turned to face Jed. She slipped her arms around his neck and pressed her body to his. She moved her tits against his chest until his moan and hard cock announced his desire to come. Jones did not need instructions as he moved to return her embrace, rubbing his cock against her.

  She led the young men to the bed by their cocks. “Lie down on your backs. We will have some fun now.” She knelt between them, taking one cock into her mouth, teasing it before moving to the other. “Do you like that?” Groans were her only answer. She moved upward, kissing one mouth while pressing the other’s hands to her tits. When she switched to the other mouth, the other hands replaced the first set. She let them kiss and rub her for several minutes.

  She moved again. This time she sat astride a pair of hips and lowered her pussy down on the throbbing cock below. She pressed her tits against his chest and teased his mouth with hers. She rocked back and forth until the man exploded into her before she moved to the other one. When they were both empty, she stood looking down on them as their cum ran down her legs. “If you want to do it again later, we will have to get permission from your commandant.”

  She moved back to Eagle and bent to take him into her mouth. As he hardened, she reached up to gently scratch his chest and pinch his nipples. She stood to straddle his hips and let his cock find its way inside her, still wet with the semen from the other two. She sat down when he started moving and pressed against his chest, sliding her arms around his neck. She kissed him deeply and moved with him. This time, it was not a boy inside her; instead, it was a man. All man and the man she wanted. Her passion began to build as she rocked. His hands on her waist moved down, one to under her ass and the other between her legs.

  She moaned and tossed her head back and forth, tossing her hair into a mass of wild curls when she reached her first climax, crying out the “more, more, more,” they had heard outside the walls of the first cabin. Watching and listening to the major and this woman had been exciting, but actually seeing her ride the captain’s giant hard-on was beyond their wildest dreams and their dicks responded, too.

  Eagle Grant hated the woman he fucked, hated her with his entire being, but he could not get enough of her. He watched her face as she came and smiled to himself. At least he could say he gave her what she wanted. However, he knew she gave him what he wanted, too. He buried his face between her breasts as his hips pushed up into her once last time, bursting with cum. She sagged against his chest and he held her tight. He was sated physically, but he did not want to let her go.

  Still in his arms, she lifted her eyes to his. “You do not understand, do you, Captain? You just do not get it. I am so sorry for you.”

  Chapter 54

  The sound of horses told them their rescuers had arrived. The enlisted men quickly donned their clothes, both wishing it might have arrived much later. Eagle lifted her off his lap, stood her up, and reached for his pants. None of them wanted the night to end, because it would never happen again. They ran out, leaving the door open behind them.

  Lucretia climbed quickly into her bed and drew the blankets up to her neck. She was physically sated from the almost combat-like coupling with Eagle, but her mind ran wild. Slowly, she realized that Captain Grant knew reinforcements were coming, but he did nothing to distill her fear that they would die tomorrow. He manipulated her into sex with him, and even worse, with the naïve young men.

  The joining she did with Jones and Dryer was nothing more to her than an exercise in physical contact. She felt nothing beyond a selfish satisfaction that she gave them a gift of her body rather than have them die without knowing the pleasures of a woman, and forcing Eagle to take her again, this time in anger and hate. She tried to convince herself that it was rape, but deep down, she knew she could have stopped it if she had wanted to. Instead, she wanted her life to end with the juices of her lovemaking with Eagle drying inside her.

  Her anger built, knowing he had used her again, but she could not deny that fucking him was not without pleasure. Dear God, what was wrong with her? Her husband was dead and she had betrayed him within hours with a man she did not even like—not once, but twice.

  Outside the door, she heard voices. She recognized that of Eagle, who called out, “Mrs. Sawyer, may we come in?” He never asked before, so why now?

  “No, go away. I never want to see you again.”

  “Please, may I come in? I am Major General Stanley Cotton from St. Louis.” He did not wait for her reply, but stepped inside. “My condolences, Mrs. Sawyer. Your husband was a great soldier and a good man. When we finish with these renegades, I will personally escort you back to St. Louis.”

  The general saw nothing but a riot of blond curls and a pair of wide eyes peering at his from the face of an angel. If he had seen her just a short time ago, he would not have believed his eyes at the things she did to and took from the three men. She had been anything but the angel he saw…she was the devil who took control of a man and drained his soul, leaving him to want for more.

  In a small, timid voice, Lucretia said, “Oh, thank you, General Cotton. I will be so grateful to turn myself over to your competent hands. The captain here said we would die today, but you will not let that happen, will you?”

  “Indeed not, Mrs. Sawyer. It is as I telegraphed the captain yesterday, my troops and those from three other forts will be an army so large that we will rout them tomorrow and that should end the conflict once and for all.” He tipped his hat and left the cabin.

  “Look at you,” growled Captain Grant. “You lie there, looking so damn innocent with the general ready to eat out of your hand, or eat you instead. If he could feel the dried semen all over your body, he might think again. Or smell the leavings of three men you fucked.”

  “Stop right there! You were one of those three men. You lied to me, you used me, and now you condemn me. You let me think we had no hope for rescue, when you knew help was on the way. What kind of man are you? You are not fit to wear the same uniform as the general and Jeffrey.”

  “Oh, so now you want to talk about your dead husband?” His voice was so cold she felt a chill. “That is a subject you best leave alone, like he is in his grave. You used him and he loved you. What did you give him in return except your body, and obviously, you give that to whoever wants it.” He spun around and left the cabin, shutting the door softly behind him.

  Lucretia’s anger and self-loathing kept the tears at bay. Instead of crying, she jumped up, locked the door, and wrestled the bathtub to its side, dumping the water on the floor. It spread, but quickly ran down through the cracks, disappearing below. She put the last bucket of water on the stove to heat while she stripped the blankets off the bed, piling them in a corner. She had used the blankets the men brought earlier to warm them the long last night they were to live, to c
over her bed.

  When she finished her bath, she dumped the smelly, soiled blankets into the water. That would wash away the evidence of what they had done. She put her nightgown back on and laid out a warm outfit for morning. She crawled into bed again, but this night was not for sleeping. It was for tossing and turning, for listening to the arrival of more soldiers, for sweet dreams, and for painful nightmares. She was awake again long before reveille, thankful the night was over.

  The Indians did not attack the fort that day. Their scouts relayed the information that they were now far outnumbered, so instead, they retreated, even before daylight. Eagle and two other scouts followed them for three days until they camped far away from the fort. Eagle and one other man stayed near the camp, while the third one reported back to General Cotton. While they waited, the general and a large contingent escorted Mrs. Sawyer and her trunks back to the depot. He would miss her company, as he found her most charming as well as beautiful. He felt protective of her, much the same way he felt for his own daughters.

  The Kansas City-bound train arrived that afternoon with only a few minutes to spare, barely time to thank the general for his assistance. Lucretia bought her ticket and waited as the train slowed to a stop. As she stepped toward the coach, having seen that her trunks were properly stored aboard, she heard a soft voice behind her. “Lucretia, is that you?”

  Part II

  Chapter 55

  Lulu turned to face the veiled woman with the soft voice. She knew who it was, but did not reply. Instead, she opened her arms and welcomed her dear Ruby, whom she thought was long gone, or dead even. They hugged and kissed and cried and laughed.

  “Where have you been, Ruby? I looked for you. I went to your place and it was empty. Why did you leave without a word? I missed you so much.”

  “Let us sit down and we can talk. First, I am here because I was trying to find you. I heard you had left the city to join your husband, so I decided to see for myself. I had no idea how dismal and forsaken it is out here. I arrived in this place…wherever it is…and tried to get to the fort, but they told me about the attack and all the deaths and that no one was alive. I decided to go south to New Orleans, as there is nothing left for me in St. Louis.

  I was waiting for the train when an incredibly handsome man ran into this place. Ran, and I mean that literally, Lulu. He was practically dead with exhaustion, but managed to get his telegraph sent to the army before he dropped. He collapsed on the cruddy cot over there and slept for a few hours. He awoke and mumbled about sleeping too long. He wanted a horse to return to the fort. The telegraph man told him his orders were to wait for reinforcements, but he just ignored him. It was not five minutes before he raced that poor horse at full speed back out of town.”

  “Whoa, slow down, Ruby. We have all the time in the world to talk later about that. I want to know now about you.”

  “Later, Lulu. Here comes the train. Please come with me. Let us go to New Orleans together and start our lives over.” Ruby stopped talking. Her eyes reflected her unseen face, still veiled. “I saw your aunt Liz carried onto a northbound train, accompanied by an army sergeant, but I did not talk to them. She appeared to be ill, but well enough to sit up and smile at the man.”

  “That is wonderful. Then she is recovering. She had to have her appendix removed, but it became infected. It was doubtful she would make it this far, let alone be well enough to travel to St. Louis. That man wants to marry her and I suspect she will say yes. I must send her a telegraph right now, telling her I am alive and going south for a while.”

  They sent the wire and waited for the train.

  “Now, Jeffrey. Tell me about him.”

  Lucretia shook her head. “He is dead. He and some of his men were escorting me and another woman to the train when the Indians attacked. Jeffrey was the first military man shot, but he did not die right away. He suffered many hours in a lot of pain. He never did know I was not the wife he thought he had married. He deserved a loving wife, but instead he got me.”

  Ruby stood and walked to the ticket window. “I need another ticket to New Orleans. Make sure Mrs. Sawyer’s trunks are removed from the northern-bound train and moved to the southern one.” She returned to Lucretia. “Yes, we will start new lives. Why, we can even change our names if we want, and no one will know. Come now, little darling, stop thinking about the past and think of the future.”

  They boarded the train and found their seats in a car with no other passengers. They had a private sleeping room, but that was for later. The conductor brought them coffee and Ruby ordered two shots of whiskey, too. “It will relax us and make it easier to talk. Actually, Mr. Conductor, make them doubles.”

  “Ruby, I thought we were friends.”

  “Why, honey, do you say such a thing?” She giggled. “It is not just anyone I allow to hide in my closet and watch me do…well, all those things. But seriously, of course we are friends. Why would you doubt it?”

  “Quite simply, because you disappeared without more than a small note. No explanation, really, or information. I wanted to find you, but you were gone. I went to your room. There was nothing there. Your landlord said only that you had moved on and would tell me nothing, either. Why, Ruby? Nothing could be so bad you could not share it with me.”

  Ruby hesitated before lifting her veil. The scars were still fresh enough to be brilliant red. Her cuts crisscrossed her face. Lucretia counted nine. “If you think these are bad, Lulu, wait until you see the rest of my body.”

  Lucretia kept her eyes on her friend’s face before moving to make direct eye contact. “Did you think I would not take care of you? That I would abandon you? Oh, my God, Ruby, how did you stand the pain? Who did this? Tell me what happened.”

  Ruby dropped the veil back in place. “It was just another john, but a new one. I was having a drink at the Cattle Club when he approached me. We talked for a while and he was quite gentlemanly. He agreed to my price, even promising a little more for something special he wanted. This was not the first time someone wanted ‘something special’ and always before it was something like licking cream off my tits or sucking my toes. You know, that kind of thing.

  “This guy wanted to tie me up. That was all right too, a lot of men want that. Makes them feel dominant or such. Anyway, he tied me, naked, naturally, to my bed, and stuffed my mouth with my underwear. By that time, I began to worry, but it was too late. He pulled a knife from his jacket and slowly, without a word, began to cut me. One of my neighbors saw him leave and noticed the blood on his clothes, so she peeked inside. That is all I will say about that part of it.

  “When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed, in unbearable pain. They gave me drugs and treated me like a baby, but it still hurt. I wanted to die and begged them to give me something, but they refused. Later, I found out I had been there for two weeks. That is when I sent you the note. I knew you would wonder. However, that was not the worst of it. The drug they gave me was laudanum, so when they stopped treating me with it…well, getting over it was worse than the cuts. It took several really bad weeks more to get past that. Again, there is nothing more I will say about that.”

  Lucretia listened to her friend, never taking her eyes away from Ruby’s veil. Tears slid down her pink cheeks and soaked her dress bodice. Finally, Lulu stood up and bent to embrace her wounded friend. She held her so tightly that Ruby nearly cried out from the pressure on her scars.

  “Ruby, I love you. Please let me take care of you. You are all I have in the world.”

  “No, Lulu, let us take care of each other. Now, drink your whiskey so I can order us another and we will talk of better things.” She laughed. “If we can think of any.”

  They rode in silence for a time, watching the barren land rush by. Now and then, they crossed a river with trees and houses nearby. Horses, cattle, and buffalo ran freely and an occasional cowboy raised his hat in a salute as the train passed. Maybe it was not a salute, exactly, but a wave of indignation, as many ranchers disliked
the railroad and tolerated it only because it helped move their cattle to market.

  Lucretia’s money made the trip bearable because they had their own sleeping room with benches that made into beds, with storage for their luggage above and room service for their meals, if they chose. Even then, they felt the cold until the conductor came with a small woodstove that slowly warmed the room.

  Ruby finally spoke. “After I recovered enough to leave the hospital, I had no money left and no way to earn any. I tried to get jobs…bartending, hotel maid, washing dishes, scrubbing chamber pots, anything, but my scars and the veil always got me only a ‘not hiring.’

  “A scarred whore attracts no customers. Once in a while I might be lucky and some man got excited about having a mysterious veiled female, but that would end immediately once he saw my body. Even in the dark, they could feel my scars. I only had one customer who actually liked it and he came to me several times a week. He paid me well enough to cover what little I ate and the tiny room I found. I could have subsisted on that until the night he wanted to add to my scars.

  “I had no choice but to run. I had no friends anymore. The only place I could think of was to run to you. I was waiting at the depot for the wagon that was supposed to run daily from there to the fort. I planned to send you a note. If you did not answer, well, truthfully, I had decided to just walk in front of the next train.”

  Once again, Lucretia hugged her friend. “How could you think I would not want you? That is so silly.”

  “It was not just you involved. What would your husband think of an old, scarred whore as your friend? What about Aunt Liz?”

  “None of that matters a whit now, Ruby.”