by Lacey Davis
Martin and Daniel walked up the stairs to their bedroom. It would be hard to punish Georgia, but she had to learn they meant what they said about disobeying. She could not leave the house without one of them by her side.
When they walked into the bedroom, she was nude, up on her knees on the bed. Martin sank down on the bed and then pulled her across his lap.
“Georgia, the reason you are being punished is because you disobeyed when you left the house with your father. A note is not sufficient. If you had waited, I would have either gone with you or told you no. Do you understand?”
A sniffle sounded. “Yes.”
“Count with me.”
His hand came down hard on her upturned cheek.
“One,” she said.
Splat! He hit her a second time, just as hard, wanting to leave an impression.
“Two,” she moaned.
Splat! The third time, her cheeks began to turn a delicious color of pink.
“Three,” she said and he felt her tears on his leg.
Splat! The fourth time, her ass turned red and he knew that the punishment was starting to get to her. One more and then he would give her pleasure.
“Four,” she yelled, soft sobs being heard.
“One more,” he said softly.
Splat! Immediately, he began to massage her buttocks, trying to ease some of the pain he had inflicted on her. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he wanted her to know he would not accept her disobedience. She put herself in so much danger this afternoon.
He pulled her up to sit on his lap and held her in his arms. “You scared me so badly this afternoon. Please, don’t do it again.”
While she cried, he held her in his arms. When she had calmed, he covered her lips with his as his mouth told her his feelings. How he was falling in love with this woman and it terrified him. How could he protect her?
They laid her out on the bed and then Martin lifted her legs in the air and placed his mouth on the center of her body. His lips slowly caressed her nether lips, licking each fold, nipping at her clit, shoving his tongue inside her as far as he could.
She gripped the bed covers as he took his time, giving her pleasure, taking away the sting of the punishment.
Daniel took her breasts into his mouth sucking on them, pulling and stretching her nipples while Martin concentrated on pushing her to the very edge.
When his fingers pulled on the butt plug in her body, she clenched her teeth. “Please, may I come?”
He pulled the plug all the way to the edge and then smiled at her. “Now you may come.”
With a push, he shoved the plug back in her and she screamed out her release. The sound of her pleasure made him smile. This was the part of sharing a woman he enjoyed. Hearing her cries of satisfaction, of knowing he helped to bring her that satisfying moment.
Standing, he didn’t even wait to take off his pants, but shoved them down and then lifted her hips to reach the angle he desired. No, he was not steady on only one leg, but he could still manage to plunge his cock deep inside her slickness. Holding onto her steadied him and he withdrew and then plunged, again and again.
“I’m going to come again,” she cried.
“Not yet,” he said, pulling out and holding back from giving her what she longed for. “Tell me, Georgia, what do you want?”
A moan came from her as she glanced up at him, her gaze filled with heat. “You. Martin, I need you and Daniel. Please fuck me.”
“With pleasure,” he said as he shoved his cock into her. “Now you may come.”
Her body convulsed at the same time as he felt his seed spill into her and he held her tightly against him as he came.
With a sigh, he slumped over her.
She closed her eyes and curled her long limbs and flushed body around him.
“Oh no, we’re not done,” Daniel said. “I’ve watched Martin fuck the hell out of you, and now it’s my turn.”
He rolled her over to her stomach, stood behind her, dropped his pants and then he thumped the butt plug in her ass. “Soon, I’m claiming your ass. Soon.”
She looked over her left shoulder at him and grinned. “I never thought I would say this, but I’m ready.”
The words made Martin groan and Daniel shoved his cock into her wet, willing pussy.
“Squeeze me,” he commanded.
Raising onto her elbows, she glanced back and her face tightened. Martin watched the two while he recovered, knowing this would not be the last time he took his wife tonight. Rising, he stripped off his clothes and made his way back to the bed.
While Daniel shoved his cock into her pussy, Martin turned her head and put his dick on her lips. “Suck me.”
She licked the underside of his cock until she reached the bulbous head and began to suck. He gripped her head in his hands and took control.
With his hands in her hair, he face fucked her as he gently, but in a commanding manner, shoved his cock into her throat. With a moan, she looked up into his eyes and he felt himself losing control.
“That’s it, baby, suck me,” he said. “You’re doing a great job. I’m going to fill your throat with my seed and you’re going to swallow all of it.”
She moaned around his cock as Daniel continued to pound into her pussy, his fingers tapping the plug.
“I’m going to come,” Daniel groaned. “You can come when you want.”
A scream surrounded Martin’s cock and it was the sweetest feeling in the world and his seed spilled deep in her throat as he came, holding her head against his pubic region.
With a gasp, she collapsed onto the bed.
Daniel lay over the top of her and then Martin lay beside her. All three of them gasping for air as their hearts slowed.
Finally, Daniel gazed at Georgia. “Promise me that you’ll disobey more often.”
“No,” she said. “I like the spankings you give me that bring pleasure. That one only made me sore.”
“But you won’t forget it, will you,” Martin said.
“No,” she whispered.
Suddenly Daniel stood and shucked the remainder of his clothes. “One more butt plug and you’re done.”
He grabbed the box on the dresser and brought it to the bed. “Roll over, honey. On your knees.”
Georgia did what he asked while he greased the next plug.
Martin watched as he rubbed her sore behind and then he pulled the previous plug out and gently inserted the new one.
“Soon, we’ll both claim you at the same time,” he said as he tapped the bottom of the plug. “Soon.”
21
The next morning, Georgia ushered her men out the door. “Go to work. I’m fine. Ann and Emma will be here any minute.”
“All right, then.” Martin glanced at Daniel. “I’m busy this morning, but I should be back by lunchtime to join the ladies. You go on to town, and I’ll make certain that one of the men knows to keep an eye on things.”
Daniel sighed. “It’s just so fresh from your father’s last attempt, I’m nervous.”
“Then stay home with me and I’ll bake a cake and you can have the first piece.”
“That’s tempting,” Daniel said.
The men grinned at one another. “No, we won’t be baking a cake, we’ll be fucking. I’ve got some things in town I’ve got to take care of. One of which is visiting the sheriff’s office and telling him that if Bartlett shows up out here, he’s a dead man.”
She reached over and kissed Martin on the lips. “I promise you, I’ll be right here waiting for you when you come back at lunch. Who knows? I may have something special prepared.”
Then she turned to Daniel and kissed him. When she released his mouth, she caressed his cheek. “Be careful. Bartlett owns all the city officials. They think he’s king. Now that I’ve found my husbands, I don’t want to lose either one of you.”
Both men smiled at her and she could feel her heart almost exploding with the love she felt for them. After yesterday, she was not goin
g to do anything to jeopardize what they had. And she was just waiting for the right moment to tell them how much they meant to her.
“Now go, so you can return to me,” she told them.
They both turned and walked off the porch to their waiting horses, waving to her as they each rode off in their directions of work. She’d get started on that cake while she waited for her friends to arrive.
Mixing batter in a bowl, she heard a knock at the door. Knowing it was her two friends, she still took a second to peek out the window that looked out to the front of the house.
Her heart flew up into her throat, pounding. Virgil Bartlett and her father were at the front door. Virgil held a gun to her father’s head.
“Open up, Georgia, I know you’re in there,” the vile man said.
“I’m not allowed too,” she said which was the truth, though she would not have opened the door to this man.
Through the window, she heard the cock of the gun. “Get your ass out here now. If not, I’m going to kill your father right here on the wooden steps.”
“Georgia, he’s holding a gun to my head,” her father said. “Don’t let him kill me.”
What did she do now? She glanced around but didn’t see the shotgun that Daniel normally kept by the door that she would have used to fire a warning shot, signaling trouble to the men.
If only one of the people in Bridgewater would see that she needed their help. Being so early, no one was prepared for such a surprise.
“If you don’t come out in the next few minutes, I will shoot your father. But if you go with me, I’ll let him live.”
Terror spiraled through her. How could she let this man kill her father? Yes, her papa had done her wrong, but how could she live with his death on her conscience. But how would her men react to him taking her?
“Virgil, I’m never going to marry you.”
“That offer is off the table. I’m making you my mistress. Maybe even share you with the highest nightly bidder since you like more than one man.”
Her knees started to shake. “My husband would never let you make me your mistress.”
“He’s dead,” Virgil said with a laugh. “You’re a widow. Now get out here or I’m going to make your mother a widow as well.”
Fear seized her chest. It couldn’t be true. Not Daniel, Oh please, God, not Daniel.
“No,” she cried. “Please, no.”
“Too late. The man should not have gone to the sheriff. You have thirty seconds to get out here or I’ll kill your father and Martin will be next.”
No, she could not let Martin die because of her. And no matter what her father had done, she still loved him. Walking to the door, she slowly unlatched it, feeling like she was going to her own hanging.
Somehow she would not let this bastard win. No matter what he had done, she would get her revenge.
When she opened the door, he pulled her outside and placed the gun to her head. “About damn time. Now let’s go.”
With a painful grip on her arm, he led her to the buggy forcing her to get in. With a glance back at her father, he grinned and shot her papa in the chest.
Georgia screamed which hopefully alerted any the Bridgewater men on their way to the ranch.
Virgil hit her on the head, knocking her out.
22
Daniel would kill that son of a bitch. This morning after he’d gone to the sheriff, Bartlett showed up at his office. He barged in past Jones, the man who worked for him, and entered his office, firing one shot.
The bullet hit a steel button on his chest and deflected, the force knocking Daniel to the ground. Stunned, he lay there and watched as he shot Jones before he walked out the door.
The gunshots alerted the sheriff and he came running, but by that time, Bartlett was already on the road.
When the sheriff, entered, Daniel was holding a towel against Jones’s wound. The man aimed for the older man’s heart and his employee ducked enough that the bullet hit his shoulder instead.
“Bartlett is headed to Bridgewater to take my wife,” he said between gritted teeth. He wanted to run out the door, but if he left, Jones would die.
One of his neighbors had gone to fetch the doctor and as soon as he got here, Daniel would go after Bartlett.
“I’m going to kill him,” he told the lawman.
Jones nodded. “He shot Daniel and then he shot me.”
“I don’t see any blood,” the sheriff said looking at Daniel.
Daniel pointed to his shirt and showed him the twisted steel button that caused the bullet to ricochet. “I think if you look in my office, you’ll find it in the wall.”
Shaking his head, the lawman stared. “He’s lost his mind. He can’t get away with shooting people.”
“He’s now going to try to steal my wife.”
Just then the doctor walked in the door and knelt beside Jones. “What happened?”
“He’s been shot, Doc,” Daniel said.
“Go, Daniel,” Jones said with a sigh, “catch him before he gets to your lovely wife.”
That was all Daniel needed to hear as he went to his desk and pulled out two revolvers.
“I’m going with you,” the sheriff told him.
Daniel just glanced at him. “Don’t get in my way.”
He shoved both revolvers down the waistband of his pants, grabbed his hat and ran out the door. It took him about five minutes to get to the livery where his horse was tied to a post. Knowing the man had a good head start on him, he dug his heels into the sides of his horse and took off.
After today, Bartlett would never be a problem again.
23
Martin heard the single gunshot and knew Georgia was in trouble. Turning from the cattle, he spurred his horse with his heels, even the fake one, and raced across the fields.
That son of a bitch had come back, and this time, he had more than crossed the line.
When he reached Bridgewater, the men were all assembled.
“Bartlett took Georgia then shot and killed her father,” Ann told Martin. “We saw him as we were coming up the road then raced back here to get the men.”
Ian and the others gathered. “We’re ready to ride after them if you are.”
“Let’s go,” Martin said.
The men galloped away with Martin and Ian riding up in front. He trusted these men and only wished that Daniel could be there with them. It was time for this man to die. It was over.
Once they found them, Bartlett wouldn’t get a third chance.
When they were almost to Butte, he was surprised to see Daniel riding toward them with the sheriff.
The men all came to a halt, their horses snorting, pawing the ground.
“Bartlett has taken Georgia and killed her father.”
“Son of a bitch,” Daniel said. “He shot me and Jones at the office. I got lucky as the bullet deflected. But Jones is serious. I’m not certain he’s going to make it.”
The sheriff sat, listening to them.
“Where do you think he took Georgia,” Ian asked.
“Either his home or the mine,” Martin said.
They looked at each other. “The mine.”
“Yes, there he could keep her tied up in one of the tunnels. The men might never find her.”
They turned their horses and rode toward the Cypress mine located not far from town. As they rode, Martin tried to think through all the possibilities they could find when reaching the tunnels to come up with a plan. This bastard would not live to see another day.
When the group rode up to the mine office, Bartlett’s buggy was sitting outside. He was here and Georgia too.
They slid down their horses and tethered the animals before the group walked inside the office. It was silent. They must've gone out a back door leading to the entrance of the mine.
When they reached the shaft going down, the pulley cart was at the bottom. They hauled it back up and then fit four men in before they were let down into the darkness. No lights were
lit. No signs that anyone was here.
When they reached the inside of the cave, they could hear nothing.
Had they been wrong to come here to the mine? But his buggy was outside the mining office. Could it be a decoy?
The sheriff lit torches and handed them each one.
“Let’s split up and go down the different hallways. Just don’t get lost.”
They each took off, searching up and down the channels. It would be so easy to get turned around in here, especially in the darkness. He glanced at his torch and willed it to continue burning.
The uneven surface of the floor was hard on Martin as he limped his way along, holding onto the wall. A noise came from behind and he turned to see a rat scurrying along the pathway. Nasty little buggers.
Just then he heard a muffled cry and he hurried toward the sound trying not to let his wooden leg make any noise on the ground. A light glowed at the end of a long dark tunnel away from the rest of the cave.
Then the words he heard terrified him.
“No one will ever find you here. I’m going to fuck you into next week and then I’ll come back and do you again. You’ll be my prisoner until I’m ready to kill you.”
Martin heard the sounds of slapping. “My husbands will kill you first.”
Warmth filled him. She was still alive. Fighting for her life, it sounded, and he hurried as quickly as his injured leg would allow him, trying to be quiet, so as to surprise Bartlett.
When he reached the cave they were in, he saw Bartlett was fighting to tie Georgia to a wooden beam that kept the roof from collapsing. A shot could bring down the entire structure on top of them. Killing all three of them.
He had to devise an alternate rescue. He had to save Georgia.
Glancing around the area, he noticed a can filled with a smelly liquid—kerosene for the lamps. A pick axe lay against a stone wall outside the room, ready for a miner to continue digging the minerals out of the rock.
Placing each outside the entrance, he stepped in the doorway. Bartlett had his woman tied with her wrists around the wooden support beam, trying to remove her dress.