Staking Their Claim

by Ava Sinclair

  “We are still going to take that sweet ass of yours,” the cowboy continued. “The sooner we start stretching it, the better. Nigel, you want to fetch the box?”

  As the Englishman complied with his friend’s request, the cowboy led Jenny to the table and leaned her across it.

  “But this is where we eat,” she protested.

  “So it is,” he said, and knelt down, spreading her cheeks and attaching his mouth to her bare pussy. The sensation sent a blitz of starbursts before her eyes, and she climaxed immediately, drawing on the fingers that he shoved inside of her as he flicked her clit with his tongue. By the time Nigel had returned with the box, she was all but weeping with need.

  “Let me,” he said, stepping over. “I’ve been wanting to taste her, anyway.”

  Jenny cried out again as the point of Nigel’s tongue ran up her slit.

  “Mmmm. Like honey,” he said. “So sweet.”

  She was sure her knees would buckle as his hands gripped her ass cheeks, spreading her as he licked and nibbled her pussy before rimming her bottom hole with his tongue.

  “Oooooh, this is wrong!” she cried, and felt a harsh smack to her bottom in response.

  “Nothing your men ever do to you is wrong,” Nigel chided.

  She felt the trainer slide into her pussy, slide in and out, and knew the Englishman was coating it with her slickness. When he pushed it against her rosy puckered bottom hole, she whimpered. It felt larger than the one the doctor had used, but she wanted to please the men and did as Cody instructed, relaxing as his friend pushed the plug past her resisting ring of muscles.

  “You’ll wear this until we come home tomorrow night,” he said. “Nurse Mab can take it out if you need her to, but she knows how to put these things back in. We want you stretched daily.”

  “Yes,” Nigel said. “We’re eager for you to take our cocks in your pretty bottom.”

  She looked back to see him smiling, his cock lined up with her dripping pussy. When he rammed into her, she cried out in instant pleasure. With the plug filling her, the pressure of his cock was even more delicious. She imagined what it would be like with a larger plug and then with a cock in her pussy and her ass. Was that even possible? The idea of taking both her men at the same time brought her to orgasm, her pussy pulling and drawing on Nigel so hard that he came as well, embarrassed a bit by not being able to restrain himself.

  “Don’t forget me.” She looked up to see Cody’s cock, inches from her face. She smiled as she took him in her mouth.

  Chapter Twelve: Stolen Treasure

  No one could account for Dan Forbes’ disappearance. One day he’d been working his claim, glowering at anyone who walked by, and the next he was gone, his tent abandoned with the belongings still inside.

  “I’m not surprised,” Cody said over dinner when he told Jenny the news. “He was an unpleasant fellow.”

  “What do you think happened to him?” she asked.

  “If I had to guess, I’d say he picked a fight with the wrong person. He’s probably lying dead in a ravine with a bullet hole in his head.”

  “Or with a broken neck after falling in drunk,” Nigel said. “Who’s to say? Either way it’s good riddance to bad rubbish if you ask me.”

  “Well, I can’t say I’ll mourn him,” Jenny said. “On the other hand, were it not for Dan Forbes, I may not have met you.” She shifted in her chair, her plugged bottom a reminder of their control. She was nearly on the largest one now, the graduated trainers stretching her bottom daily. She flushed now as she recalled how Nigel had pulled on the flange of the last plug he’d inserted, working it back and forth inside her as he’d fucked her.

  “Soon we’ll both be inside you, just like this,” Cody had whispered. Just the thought of it had made her toes curl.

  Jenny fell asleep that night with a smile on her face. Her life was getting better by the day. The men had kept it quiet from everyone else, but her claim was beginning to yield. They’d tunneled beneath the rock face to find more veins of gold, which they had begun to extract. They were now talking about buying some dynamite and blasting their way to what they were certain as a major vein. Once that happened, they’d make their fortune and could leave Coloma. Where they were headed, they did not know. Jenny longed to see Nigel’s home across the sea, but also longed for the open plains after living in the filthy, crowded mining camp. In the end, though, all that mattered was that she would be with her men, and home would be wherever that was.

  The only one who knew of their good fortune was Nurse Mab and Bert Eakins, the storekeeper who said he’d help them get the dynamite. Bert was a trustworthy man, and seemed happy with their impending success.

  “We should celebrate,” Jenny said to Nurse Mab the day the men were scheduled to pick up the dynamite. “They’ve definitely found that vein. If all goes well, we’ll be looking at setting up house somewhere away from here, and Cody says there will be enough money for us to live our life as we choose on a large ranch.” She took the older woman’s hands in hers. “You will go with us, won’t you?”

  Nurse Mab’s usually stoic face softened. “You want me to go, lass? Don’t you want to be set up as mistress of your own home?”

  “We don’t have that kind of relationship, Nurse Mab. But surely you must know that.”

  The nurse nodded. “I well know what kind of relationship you have, but money may change that. Once you have a grand house…”

  “It will change nothing,” she said. “We’ve talked about it, the men and I. They know I love our life, and they love it, too. I feel like they are the fathers I never had. And you… well, my mother died when I was young. It’s been so nice having you here, teaching me things. Please?”

  Nurse Mab patted her hand. “Well, I’ll tell you what. I’ll talk to your men and we’ll sort it out. How about that.”

  Jenny grinned. It was as much as she could hope for.

  A knock on the back door got their attention. Jenny jumped up.

  “That’ll be Nigel. He said he was coming back for the fuses.” She rushed to the door, picking up the coil of string on the way. But as she opened the door, she gasped and dropped the string on the floor.

  It was the barrel of a gun that greeted her, and the face of the man holding it was feral, mad.

  “Well, well, well.” Dan Forbes pushed her back into the house and shut the door. “Look at what I found!” His eyes fell on Nurse Mab and he grabbed Jenny just as the older woman reached for the rifle over the fireplace.

  “Now, you can load that,” he said. “But I’ll break this one’s neck before you can fire it.” He pulled Jenny to him in a bearlike grip and Nurse Mab backed away from the rifle. In the next instant, Jenny felt herself hauled forward. She barely had time to register how fast the large man could move before he’d used the butt of his pistol to strike her beloved nurse in the head. Jenny cried out as Mab collapsed to the floor like a sack of flour.

  “You killed her, you wicked, evil man!”

  “She ain’t dead. She’s breathing. See?” Forbes thrust Jenny toward the older woman, allowing her to see that Mab was, indeed, breathing. Then he hauled her back to the door.

  “You won’t get away with this!” she said. “They’ll find me! No matter where you take me, they’ll find me.”

  “They won’t have to,” he said. “I plan to tell them where you are. But the only way to get you back alive will be to leave. That claim should have been mine, and I aim to see it is. I heard rumors that it’s showing color.”

  “It’s not!” she lied.

  “Oh, really?” He picked up the string. “Then why would you have this? Your men are about to blast, ain’t they?” He looked at her, his wide eyes seeking the truth. “Ain’t they?” he asked again, shaking her so hard her teeth rattled.

  “I thought you were gone,” she said quietly.

  “Yeah? Then my plan’s working already. I ain’t been gone. I’ve been camping out on the ridge, watching, waiting. Dug me out a ni
ce big hole up there, and I aim to tie you up and put you in it. In about an hour, I’m having word sent to your men. If they get on a train today for San Francisco, I’ll send you along in a week. If they try to come back and save you, then you’ll die. Ten days is all I need for them to be gone before I can jump that claim. They ain’t stupid. They know I aim to get what I want. By the time you’re back in their arms, I’ll be a rich man.” He laughed wildly. “Now come on!”

  The back of the cabin backed up to the bluff. There was rarely anyone behind it, unless it was a lost drunk. But today there was a man on the edge of the tree line. Forbes threw Jenny over his shoulder and jogged over to the stranger.

  “So this is the one?” The man was short, his voice high and tinny. He grinned a rotten-toothed grin at Jenny as Forbes put her down.

  “Yeah, and Drake and Simms will be needing proof that I have her.” With one hard yank, Forbes tore the collar from Jenny’s dress and then pulled the ribbons from her hair. “Take these,” he said. “Tell ‘em I have the girl. You know what else to say—if they want to see her alive they’ll be on the first stage to San Fran. If they try to stay and look for her, she dies. If they say anything to anyone, she dies. The only way to save her is to leave. She’ll be taken care of in a safe place, a secret place, and if they stay put and don’t contact the authorities or return, she’ll be put on a stage to San Fran in eight days. But it’ll be nothing to me to kill her if they don’t do what I say.”

  The man nodded.

  “I don’t have to tell you; deliver that message and you’ll be a rich man. Say a word of anything about where she is, and I’ll kill you.”

  “Don’t worry, boss,” the small man said, and jogged off.

  Jenny was too scared to even cry as Forbes threw her back over his shoulder. She didn’t know how deep into the woods he would take her, but she knew she could not let him carry out his plan. If he tied her up and put her in a hole in the ground, it could become a tomb if something happened to him and no one knew where she was. She had to think.

  She looked down toward the ground, and her eyes fell on something. Forbes’ belt held a knife and it was well within reach. Jenny had never so much as killed a fly. The idea of driving a blade into another human nauseated her. But as Forbes began to climb the steep path toward the deeper forest, Jenny knew it may well be her life or his. But she needed to distract him. So she began to cry.

  The tears were genuine, and had the desired effect. Forbes became agitated and unfocused.

  “Quit your bellyaching,” he said.

  “But I’m scared!” she said. “And I’m dizzy!” She grabbed his waist, as if trying to balance herself, her hand surreptitiously sliding to his belt. “Please put me down!”

  “And have you run off before I can tie you up? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Ruin my plan. Well, let me tell you…”

  The forest erupted with the sound of his scream as she pulled the knife free and drove it into the lower left side of the large man’s back. He crumpled underneath her like an injured horse and Jenny rolled away, not looking back as she scrambled to her feet and started running back the way they’d come.

  Jenny could hear him yelling, could hear his heavy footsteps in pursuit. She dodged around a stick and her feet hit a pile of pebbles, sending her sliding to the ground. She rolled over and cried out to see Forbes’ huge form hurtling toward her. She could have been no more afraid if it had been a bear about to attack.

  But then, just as he reached her, Dan Forbes stopped.

  “You…” He pointed to her, his wild eyes glassy. “You ain’t gonna…”

  And then he stopped and swayed for what seemed like a sickening eternity before toppling like a tree, his face landing inches from her hand, the eyes open and staring at nothing.

  Now Jenny did scream. She’d never seen anyone die, and while part of her was relieved, she was also terrified to be alone on a woodland trail with a dead man she had killed. What if she were charged with his murder? She touched his body, shook it, half-hoping he’d moan. But there was nothing. He was obviously lifeless.

  She stood, panting in fear and began to run. She was shocked to see men now heading up the path, lots of them, headed by Nigel and Cody. With a wild sob, she launched herself at her two protectors.

  “Where is he? Where’s Forbes?” Cody’s tone was furious. “Where’s that sonofabitch? Did he hurt you?”

  “Oh, Cody… Nigel…” She began to sob as she shook her head. “He didn’t get a chance to hurt me. He’s dead! I killed him and now I’ll hang!”

  “Hang? After he took you?” Around her, the other men she didn’t know nodded in agreement.

  “How did you know?” she asked.

  “As soon as Forbes’ stooge told us what had happened, we worked him over until he broke,” Nigel said. “It took all of five minutes. Forbes didn’t have much brain to go with that brawn. If he had, he’d have sent a tougher man to give us the message. And of course, Nurse Mab had come to by then and was about to fill us in by the time the man cracked. If you hadn’t killed Forbes, she would have.”

  “Oh…” Jenny was shaking now, and Cody picked her up and turned. The men around him parted to let him through.

  Jenny clung to Cody, knowing that while it would be a while before she felt completely safe, the nightmare of Dan Forbes would trouble her no more.

  Chapter Thirteen: The Final Claim

  “Just because we can afford these things doesn’t mean we need them.”

  Jenny held up the exquisite dress edged in lace, the cut and hem in the girlish fashion she preferred. As long as her men wanted her to be their little one, she’d dress the part. The only difference now was that the dresses were of silk as opposed to muslin or homespun.

  “We’re entitled to spoil you.” Nigel was sitting in a wingback chair before a fire, looking every bit the English gentleman even though the ranch they had purchased in Northern California was as far from England as one could imagine. But he had settled into life as a cattleman, and so had Cody.

  After finding one of the richest gold veins in their camp, the first thing they’d done was make Jenny an honest woman.

  Cody had married Jenny before leaving Coloma. Then Nigel had married her again, although that ceremony was sentimental rather than legal. Privately, they’d kept the agreement intact giving them joint custody of their child bride, and Jenny was content in knowing that she’d never be alone. She had Nigel and Cody, and she had Nurse Mab, although there was little need for the older woman to do more than dote on her charge.

  After Forbes’ death, their lives had changed swiftly and dramatically, and the three decided that they would delay the final consummation of their union—the taking of Jenny’s last virginity—for when they were settled into a permanent home.

  That would happen this night, and the men had celebrated the occasion by giving their little love a new dress and some jewelry. Now they all retired to the bedchamber, which held a bed large enough for three.

  Nigel shut the door behind them as Cody removed his jacket and expensive shirt. Like Nigel, the cowboy—now the region’s wealthiest rancher—had become quite the gentleman, and sometimes Jenny giggled as she wondered what her aunt would say to know that she’d ended up not with just one wealthy husband, but two.

  She’d been wearing the trainers once or twice a week, and their entry was painless enough that she felt comfortable with the idea of taking either man’s cock in her ass. She knew it would still hurt, but she invited the pain, the submission it would take to endure it.

  Jenny let the men undress her, knowing they loved it. After her dress had been removed, they knelt on either side of her to remove her lacy petticoat and stockings, kissing her thighs in tandem before moving up to her pussy. She fell back on the bed, spreading her legs as both feasted on her flesh, tongues jockeying for position as she cried out beneath their hungry mouths.

  She loved this feeling—this sensation of being overwhelmed. She loved it wh
en the men fondled and fucked her to the point she couldn’t form a coherent thought. Jenny often thought of May—from whom she had secretly learned that a woman could even be with two men. After leaving Coloma, Jenny felt as if she owed the prostitute for both the lesson and her kindness, and so she’d had the men send May enough money to live with dignity. Jenny sometimes liked to think that as a respectable woman, May would find a man who loved her as a person. With luck, perhaps she’d find two.

  “Are you ready, lass?” Nigel asked.

  Jenny nodded, looking up at the slick, lust-glazed faces of the two men peering over the top of her shaved mound. She was more than ready, and they knew it.

  It would be Cody who would take her ass. Nigel was content to start the process by lying on his back with Jenny atop of him. Her pussy sliding easily onto his cock, eliciting a groan from her sandy-haired lover while behind her, Cody lubricated his cock with a special ointment he’d gotten from Doc Martin before leaving Coloma.

  Jenny took a deep breath as she felt the head of it nudge her twitching orifice. He rubbed his cock against her, waiting, and didn’t push until she’d been rocked by her first orgasm, the waves powerful as she rode Nigel’s hard cock.

  With their woman relaxed from her first wave of pleasure, Cody could now slide in with less risk of hurting her. Jenny hissed as the head of his cock finally breached the ring of muscles. He waited, moving in by slow degrees as Nigel stared into her eyes and played with her clit. Cody’s hands were on Jenny’s nipples, and she felt fresh arousal coursing through her.

  “It’s happening,” she said.

  “Yes, love. You’re taking both of us,” Nigel said with a groan as Cody sank in further.

  Jenny threw her head back and moaned. Her men. Both her men were inside of her at the same time. She was being filled, taken, claimed by her two husbands—handsome, virile, demanding, dominant!

  “Ooooooh!” she cried as Cody finally seated himself. She was filled to the hilt now, and it was she who began the movement up and down on Nigel’s cock as Cody slowly pumped into her ass. The cries of all three now filled the wood-paneled bedchamber, the candles in the wall sconces casting a golden glow over three bodies moving together in carnal synchronicity.