Storiesonline.net ------- Fucked by cmsix Copyright© 2010 by cmsix ------- Description: Jake was sitting around on his ass watching a Space Opera on his TV and then damned if he didn't get sucked up in a transporter beam and invited to join a mission. He wasn't exactly Fucked, but it was close enough. Codes: MF cons ------- ------- Chapter 1 I was well and truly fucked and I knew it. I'd been sitting on my ass at home, watching a Space Opera movie, and it was just getting to the good part. I knew it was since I'd watched this movie before. Twice in fact. What the hell, it was nothing for me. I'd read The Hobbit a dozen times and The Lord of The Rings, all the books, three or four times. So watching a movie more than once was normal for me. It wasn't what had me fucked though. I was fucked because I'd just taken a ride in a transporter. You know what I'm talking about. I'd been beamed up, Scotty, just like on a Star Trek episode. I hadn't really expected Spock to be waiting for me when I arrived, but still, I felt a little let down when he wasn't. Oh well. The fairly cute and well-appointed Earth type female who was waiting for me called me by name and said, "Come with me." For some strange reason it made my dick hard, for a minute or so anyway. Her fast pace leading me down the hall worked the boner off me in no time though. The trip was amazingly Star Trek looking too. Down a spotless corridor and through a door, which slid open as soon as we approached. She dropped me off in what appeared to be a waiting room and told me to wait there. Aside from the spotless appearance of the room it would have served well as a Doctor's waiting room. Unlike a Doctor's waiting room, there were no other people waiting and I thought of it as a big plus that I was called in after only about a five minute wait. I walked through the door that slid open when my name was called and into a small office with a desk and a man sitting behind it. He motioned me into a chair across from his desk and I'll swear to God his nameplate, sitting on the desk, said James Kirk. I was only a little let down that the man behind the nameplate didn't look a thing like William Shatner. He introduced himself and quickly explained the name was just a coincidence. "You'll have to admit it is one hell of one." I said. "Yes, I'll admit it. Let's get on with this though. We have had you under observation for a few months. You were picked from thousands and we'd like to employ you for a mission," he said. "Why? I don't know shit about space travel." I said. "It isn't a mission in space. It is a mission in time. You don't really know anything about that either, but we have read some of your fiction and you have a close approximation of what it will be like, as in, it will be like you are living in a previous time period. In fact, you will be living in a previous time period. "What about paradoxes?" I asked. "There won't be any and you needn't worry about it," he said. "How far back in time will I be going?" I asked. "To 1865. Just after the Civil War is over. Only days after it is over in fact." he said. "What do you want me to do?" I asked. "Anything you'd like to do." he said. "Actually, we'd like for you to join a wagon train heading for Oregon and taking the Oregon trail." he said. "Will I ever be coming back?" I asked. "That will cause complications, but it is possible. If, after you reach Oregon and live there a year or so, you want to return to the present, you can. What you won't be able to do is resume your current identity. When you leave it will seem as if you were killed in a terrorists plane-hijacking." What the hell, it wasn't as if things were looking so rosy for me here and now. "What does it pay? You said you wanted to employ me so what will my salary be?" I asked. "Five thousand dollars per month. It will be held in trust until the mission is over." he said. "Are there any benefits that go with the job?" I asked. "The best health care plan you have ever heard of. It will be even better than any you can imagine now. If you are injured or shot on the job you will be retrieved and repaired post-haste. Just so there is no misunderstanding, you can be killed on the job, as you put it, and if you are killed there will be nothing we can do. So please, don't get killed." "Will you be furnishing me anything in the way of equipment?" I asked. "Yes. Period clothing will be tailor made for you, including boots. It will look like the clothes of the time but it will be much more durable and will fit much better. We will also furnish you with firearms and ammunition plus a Conestoga wagon, eight mules, two riding horses, and all necessary harness and tack. We will also furnish anything else you think of you may need, as long as it fits the period. Some leeway can be taken for things which may not fall exactly within the period but which will not draw attention. For instance, several firearms we have in mind for you were not available at the time, but we judged them to be acceptable anyway." he said. "May I have a list of your recommended firearms?" I asked. "Certainly, but remember, we will be leaving a small ship in orbit to watch over you. If you find any of the firearms unsatisfactory or you think of one you'd like after you are in place we can furnish it as long as it will pass muster with the time period." "Hell, you talked me into it. When do I leave?" I said. "You'll leave almost at once, but you won't be put in place for a couple of months. We have to check you out medically first, make a few improvements, and do some training," he said. I was put back down at home with a plane ticket to New York City and I had to rustle my leaves to DFW to catch my plane. I was actually looking forward to the flight since it was a first class ticket. As I'd been told, a group of terrorists took over the plane in flight. I rushed to the entrance door and opened it with the big Emergency handle (as instructed by the aliens) and was immediately sucked out of the plane along with the terrorists. The aliens had also informed me I wouldn't be sucked out of the plane, but would actually be expelled by the plane's atmosphere as it rushed out into the lower pressure. No matter what they said it felt like I was sucked out. The plane later landed safely in Shreveport and I was hailed as a hero by the other first class passengers. Of course I was actually picked up by the aliens as soon as I was outside the plane and transported back aboard their ship. Unfortunately for the terrorists, they were left to their own trajectory, mostly. The other passengers were held in place until the decompression was over. The terrorists were maneuvered, just a little; during their freefall to make sure they landed on suitably unoccupied concrete. They also put a replacement body for me in freefall too and unfortunately it landed on the concrete also. I even got to watch some of the news coverage of my demise and of my funeral. I was buried with honors and got a rather large tombstone. In fact I was impressed with myself, or at least with the celebrity corpse I'd become. Not long after they had the replacement me in the ground my medical repair and improvement began. Of course the spacemen had very advanced ways of treating me. I was scanned from asshole to appetite and they fixed anything they found broken, from my diabetes to my retinopathy. I guess you'd say this was the start of the improvements too. My eyesight wasn't only fixed, it was improved. It was improved to something no other person had. I now had a new function in my eyes. It was a sort of zoom effect and it worked automatically somehow. My reaction speed was also improved. They told me it was system wide, whatever that meant, but they assured me I could now run faster, move faster, and even feel faster. Apparently I was now fast enough to catch arrows in flight if they were aimed at me though it was recommended I not try or rely on this ability. I could also think more rapidly now too, though it wasn't apparent to others. Whatever they did it made me feel great. I was told I was now immune to practically any disease, which affected humans. Whatever. I felt great now and they told me it would last without boosters being needed. I was released on a wagon trace in Tennessee on April 10 1865. Exactly one day after the official end of the Civil War. The Conestoga wagon they provided was great and it even had some type of metal armor inside the wood used to build it. There was a team of eight big Missouri mules and there were four extra mules on lead ropes and halters following behind the wagon. I'd also been allowed to pick horses earlier and they were on halters now and following along with the extra mules. I'd chosen a well trained cutting horse and a well trained roping horse, both of them of the Quarter horse persuasion. We were put down in a little clearing off the side of the road and I was basically ready to go. I was wearing a dual-holster gun belt with a Ruger Super-Blackhawk in .44 magnum in each holster and the revolvers had been modified to be double action models by the spacemen, even though they appeared perfectly normal on visual inspection. I also had a Colt Diamondback in a well-fitted shoulder holster and a Colt Python in a sort of Ad hoc crossdraw holster added to the other holsters of my double holster gun belt. I'll admit I might have been a little over done in the handgun department, but what the hell? My Wranglers were custom made and custom fitted and so was the gunbelt. It wasn't going to drag my pants down. I'd been through quite a bit of training on the spaceship learning how to do a proper fast draw and I was ready to get it on. My Conestoga wagon was the ultimate in traveling comfort for this time and place. The seat was upholstered and padded with high-density foam and it fit my ass great. I had considered calling for the addition of a custom made bucket seat, but decided against it right at the last second. Hell, I was loose now and so I moved the team out into the road and had them trot off. After about a mile I settled them out of the trot and into a walk. I wasn't in any hurry; I was just off on a wagon ride. I was gaining on a wagon in front of me and was within two hundred feet of it when I got a message directly into my brain. Of course it was from the spacemen. It warned me the wagon in front of me was about to be attacked by roadside bandits and suggested I slow down so I wouldn't be involved. I did no such thing and actually speeded up just a fraction. Soon enough a tree fell from the woods beside the road and it fell directly into the path of the wagon in front of me. I stopped my team then and picked up my Ruger #1 rifle in .45-70 the spacemen had provided and put it up to my shoulder. I shot the first attacker to come out of the woods right in his left ear and then had to fumble for more cartridges to reload. I guess it would have been smarter to use one of the Henrys I'd been provided or one of the .35 Remington Marlin 336c lever actions. Anyway, I was a little late with my second shot and it allowed one of the other attackers to fire into the wagon. The Ruger did a perfect job of cashing in his chips later though and I was faster reloading for the next few shots. Most of it turned out for the good though since it was easy to dispatch the next two attackers and I figured the all clear had been given so I stopped behind the wagon and rushed up to it to see if I could help. One look at the wounded man let me know it was too late. He'd been shot directly in the center of his chest and blood was pouring out. The woman, or girl, with him was trying to staunch the flow with a bandage but I knew at once it wouldn't help. Nevertheless I climbed into the wagons box to see if I could help. She had bandages packed over the wound by the time I was up in the driving box and all I could do was help her move the older man into the back of the wagon so he could lie down. It didn't help much, of course. Blood wasn't spilling freely from the hole in his chest any longer, but I knew it was still spilling out somewhere and it couldn't be going anywhere to do him much good. His breathing became labored and soon enough he gave a tremendous sigh and expired. The girl/woman was devastated and bent down to kiss him goodbye. "God bless you Papa, sleep with the angels now," she said to the corpse. I left her alone with her loved one for a few minutes and then took the leads and pulled the wagon on up the road a little and off into the woods. When I had it stopped I went back to get mine and pulled in beside her. It was a surprisingly composed young woman who came out of the wagon when I had mine in place. She asked me if I could bury her father and I told her I would, found a shovel in my wagon, and started on a hole. Half an hour later we wrestled him out of her wagon and lowered him into his final resting place. She spoke a few words over him, said a prayer and then moved off. I guess she didn't want to see him being covered. Soon enough it was done and she volunteered to fix a meal if I would build a fire so I did and then she did. We talked later, as we were eating, and I discovered they had been heading for Independence Missouri to catch on with a wagon train heading for Oregon. "I don't know what I'll do now," she said. "Come along with me then. I'm headed for Independence myself," I said. "But I don't even know how to drive the wagon," she said. "No matter, I can hitch them both together," I said. "But won't it be unseemly, a man and woman traveling together even though they aren't related?" she asked. "I guess we'll just have to get related then. Will you marry me?" I asked her, without thinking with my big head of course. She was a delicious little treat though. She had auburn hair, green eyes, and from what I could see she was well put together. As Jimmy Carter once said, I had lust in my heart. Not only that, but I had a stiffening in my Wranglers to go with it. "I guess it would be best. Don't you already have a wife?" she asked. "No, I don't," I said. "I was just being silly anyway. Lots of men have more than one wife now-a-days, what with the war making men so scarce and everything," she said. "Well, you'll be my first wife if you'll have me, and I promise I won't take any more unless you approve of them first," I told her. It was agreed and we moved on. We cleaned up the dishes and then I walked to the back of my wagon to see if I could figure out where to tie the wagons together. The voice in my head told me he had made provisions for the connection as soon as he heard of the trouble. There was now a loop attached to the rear of my wagon and a hook installed onto the tongue of hers. It looked like it would work to me. Once it was hooked and the first wagon started moving the team for the second one would have to move out too. It might give trouble going down a steep grade with no one to apply the brakes on the second wagon, but we could worry about it when it came up. I had to move the spare mules and my riding horses to tie them onto the rear wagon and as soon as it was done I remembered the dead men on the road and their mounts. I caught up their horses first and tied them on with our others and then I went through all their pockets and stripped everything off the bodies. I even took the bloody clothes. Susan said she could wash them and probably get most of he blood out. Hell, I even took their boots and socks. It was a pretty good haul. All of them had at least twenty gold double eagles in their pockets and the leader had thirty-four. All their side arms were 1860 Colt Armies. Their Colts were all in excellent shape and I was glad to get them. The 1860 Army Colt was an excellent revolver for its time. I did have plans for them though. Thinking of that made me wish I had a way to contact my alien watchers overhead, but what the hell, the Colts would work fine in their original configuration, especially since we found five hundred paper cartridges for them in the saddlebags. They all had nearly new looking Henry repeaters in saddle scabbards too and two of them had ten gauge Greeners in an extra saddle scabbard on the other side of their saddles. If they had been smarter and sat back in the woods they'd have slaughtered us. After I'd picked up all the loot and stored it in the wagons we got back on the road. We weren't molested for the rest of the day. We did stop in the first town we came to and looked up a preacher. He pissed me off right off the bat by telling us we seemed to be a little young to be getting married. "Well, we're traveling to Oregon. If you think we'd be better off living in sin all the way out there just say so and we'll leave." He shut his fat Baptist mouth then and took the two dollars and married us pronto. Susan laughed when we got outside. "You should be ashamed of yourself talking to the preacher that way," she said, teasing me. "He should be ashamed of himself. He isn't a man of God like he claims. He's a busybody worse than most old women I've met. He's just lucky I didn't punch his ticket and send him on to heaven right then and there." I said. "Well, at least he married us. It was all I wanted anyway," Susan said. "Me too, baby, me too," I said, and we walked across the street to a cafe for a meal before we left. We had broiled beef, beans, and fried potatoes for lunch and it was topped off with apple pie and we washed it down with coffee. The coffee was especially good and we stayed around for an extra cup after we finished the pie. We headed out after eating and I was hoping for a quiet afternoon's ride, but it wasn't to be. I was using my newly improved eyes to their fullest extent along the sides of the road and spotted a man trying to stay hidden in the trees, just out in the woods, and he was chopping like hell on a tree. I knew damned well it would fall into the road when we came near so I told Susan to take up a Greener and make sure it was loaded. I also had her check on one of the Patterson Navies I'd collected. Since it was .36 caliber I felt she could probably handle it more easily than a .44. I kept my eyes on the man and I could see four others in the woods near him and they were already mounted. I stopped the wagon in the road while still a hundred or so yards from their planned ambush spot. When I did I picked up one of my Marlin 336cs in 35 Remington and shot the chopper. In a minute the four mounted men headed out way with their pistols already out and firing into the air. I started in on them with the Marlin and they were all down before the closest one was within fifty feet. I left Susan in the wagon with the Greener and got down and headed for the downed men. The closest, the one I'd shot last, was still alive. I'd shot him in the shoulder and it was obvious his right arm was useless to him now. "Well, what have we here? Looks like a roadside robber to me. Hang on a second, I need to get something out of my wagon," I told him. I was betting he thought I was going to get something to help with his wound, but he was wrong. I went back and found a pair of pliers. When I came back to him he was surprised when I started unbuckling his pants and then I pulled them down. "I know you must have done some robbing already so you'd better tell me where your loot is hidden," I said. "I ain't telling you shit," he said, defiantly. He changed his tune when I pinched his dickhead with the pliers and he was begging when he saw the Buck 184 I pulled out of its plastic sheath at my side. It is a wicked looking knife after all. "Now, I'm gonna cut your dick off you a little bit at a time until you tell me where you're loot is hid out," I said, and put the sharp edge of the big buck knife against his dick, just behind he head. He told me quickly it was just back in the woods in the wagon they had pulled out there. When he did I sliced his dickhead off and threw it out into the woods. When he stopped screaming I spoke up again. "I'm going to look for it now. Just remember how much your dick hurts now and you'll be able to imagine how much it's gonna hurt if I don't find your loot where you said it would be. I'll come back and cut your whole dick off an inch at a time if it isn't there," I told him and it made him remember to tell me where they had buried some of it near the wagon. Susan was with me by now and carrying the reloaded Greener. "Susan, you watch him and if he tries to crawl off go ahead and shoot him with both barrels," I told her and she told me she would. I checked all the others as I walked toward their cache and they were all dead since I'd nailed them in the chest. I'd only remembered to only wound the last one so I could question him right at the last. I took the reins of the last horse I came to and led him off into the woods with me. I felt a little better about the rough treatment I'd given the others when I saw an older man with two holes in his chest lying beside one wagon. I looked inside it and could see it had been ransacked. I took a look in the other wagon and there was a girl or young woman tied up in it with a gag in her mouth. I crawled inside and turned her loose and she took out the gag as soon as her hands were free. "Oh, thank you mister. We have to get away from her quickly. The others might be back soon," she said. "I just killed six of them in the road. How many others were there?" I asked her. "Oh, you must have got them all," she said, and her shoulders sagged in relief. I wanted to kick my own ass for mentioning it but I told her she might want to put on some more clothes while I went to get my wagon and wife and bring them up here. She told me her name was Amy and thanked me again and reluctantly I got out of the wagon. Amy was a treat for the eyes, especially since she'd only been weaning bloomers and a thin shirt when I found her. Her big fat titties had wiggled and wobbled up a caution when I turned her loose and her face was really pretty. The deep blue eyes and bright blonde hair didn't hurt anything either. I went back out into the road catching up horses and robbing bodies as I went. I hit the jackpot, or so I thought, on the first body. He had forty double eagles in his pockets and a nice, nearly new double holster gun belt. He also had a pair of Navy Pattersons. They were only .36 caliber, but they were lighter than the Army Colts and I figured I might be able to draw even faster with the lighter revolvers. ------- Chapter 2 Handling the Pattersons made me decide to check out the previously bragged on ability to request other firearms later. I didn't have a way to contact the spacemen who were supposed to be watching me overhead, or at least I didn't feel they had given me a proper way to do it. They'd suggested I merely create a place in my memory and label it Messages and then when I thought of something to tell them I should merely imagine I was putting a.txt document into the Messages folder. Hell, I did it. I imagined a.txt document saying I wanted to trade the two Pattersons for a pair of Colt Diamondbacks with six inch barrels complete with a custom made dual holster gun-rig with holsters specifically to fit the Colts and made with a fast draw in mind. I also mentioned I thought I needed a few hundred rounds of .38 Special Plus P ammunition. I got a reply almost at once and it seemed like someone was talking to me, but there was no sound. They suggested I keep the two Ruger .44 magnums and let them make me a custom shoulder holster rig for the diamondbacks. They told me they would alter the Pattersons to fire the same Plus P .38 Special ammunition. Hell, it was fine with me and I said so. Luckily the two women were talking together by now and neither Susan nor Amy heard me talking to myself, which was what it would seem like to them. At least there was no burying job for me this time. Amy's brother, who'd been killed yesterday by her captors, wasn't around and she didn't even know where his body had been left. She wasn't too broken up over it though and so we headed our rig out into the trail again after I got them all hitched together. We came into a little town about five miles later and we spent about ah hour moving all of Amy's things into Susan's wagon. We sold Amy's wagon and four of her mules at a livery stable and hitched her other four mules in with mine following behind Susan's wagon. It looked a little odd for two wagons to be moving as doubles, especially with nine mules and three horses tied to the back of them, but it suited us fine and surely we weren't the strangest thing moving on the roads now. Susan did a bit of talking to Amy for a while and they did it among themselves, keeping me out of the loop. Soon enough Susan whispered in my ear and asked me if I was going to marry Amy too. "Do you want me to?" I asked her, quietly, and she nodded her head enthusiastically. It was a little of a struggle for me to ask Amy, but I did it and she agreed right away. It was only a struggle for me since it seemed so odd, but she was a treat for the eyes and I was panting to get hold of both of them. I was glad for the extra padding I'd had put on the seat so my hard dick wouldn't be riding atop a board. We stopped in the next town and I found us a preacher. This one wasn't a Baptist, thank God. He looked at me a little funny when I asked him about marrying two women to me, but really all he did was charge me five dollars for the ceremony. We ate in a cafe there in town and then headed out for another hour or so of traveling before the sun went down. I pulled our long drawn out rig up into the woods just before sunset and then built a fire since Susan had mentioned making a pot of coffee. We sat around drinking coffee and talking until it was good and dark and then the girls headed to the wagon and told me they'd call me when they were in bed. It made my dick climb right away and it even made a little jerk later when they called me inside. They were stretched out on the mattress naked as J birds and it was a sight to see; Susan with her deep auburn bush and Amy with her light blonde one. They both had nearly bright pink nipples and they both had a light dusting of freckles on their upper chest though Susan had a few more. They had also lit a small lantern and they were propped up on pillows as if waiting for a show to go on. I learned later I was the provider of the show. "Susan gets the first chance since she's been your wife longer than me," Amy said. Hell, I took it like a man a dropped my drawers letting my dick wave. Soon enough I was between them kissing first one and then the others. They both urged me to be gentle since they'd never done this before. Hell, I was as gentle as I could be, but soon enough my one eyed trouser snake was pushing around in Susan's auburn bush and it found its way to a puffy slippery slit right away. I eased it inward and sure enough I found a hymen. I eased my way though it and only got a little squeak from Susan and then I kept at it, gaining a little ground at a time. Soon enough she didn't seem so tender any longer and I got into a good rhythm and she stayed right with me. When I kissed her lips she devoured my tongue as I pushed it into her mouth and soon enough she was bucking beneath me and wrapped her legs around my waist and then she went to town. After I contributed my explosion my hard on shrank and apparently Amy had known it would happen. She kissed all over my face and neck as I was catching my breath and she provided two wonderfully fat titties for me to explore. Sooner than I'd have thought possible my dick was back up to snuff and I was between Amy's legs and pumping for more come. I lasted longer this time but was just in time to let go after Amy howled out her completion. They let me snuggle down between them and go to sleep then and the next thing I knew the sun was raising. I wondered what had woke me since the girls were both sound asleep and not moving around or making any noise but the spacemen cured my curiosity by speaking into my head. "Jake, there are two men waiting for you to leave the wagon and they intend to rob you and probably kill you," they said into my head. It was probably a good thing since I needed to piss pretty badly and no doubt I would have bailed out of the wagon with only my pants on if they hadn't. I woke the girls as quietly as I could and told them the deal. They both took hold of a Greener while I dressed and put on my gunbelt. I pulled a Super-Blackhawk and let it lead me out of the wagon, slowly. I spotted one of them leaning his back against a tree and apparently he was asleep too. I looked around more carefully but the other one was leaned back against a near by tree and he looked like he was equally out of it. I took careful aim at the first one and shot him in his right shoulder and then shot the second one before he could even shake the sleep off. I picked up a Marlin then too and slipped out the front of the wagon and then squatted down behind the wagon from where they'd been. The two of them were moaning lowly and definitely in pain but I just stayed low and soon enough two others came sneaking up toward where they were lying. "Jeff, are you okay, Jeff" one of the new arrivals called out toward the wounded men. All Jeff did was moan and the two new arrivals whispered back and forth to each other as they slipped up to see what was happening. Jeff must have been the one I'd shot in the shoulder because they tried to wake Carl too, but apparently he was dead already. Jeff was still moaning and the two newbies were both near him now and trying to find out what happened. I took careful aim at the last one and shot him in the back of the head with the Marlin, working the lever and sighting on the only unwounded one for the next shot. "If you want to live a little longer boy you'd better put your weapons down and stand up with your arms in the air. I've got eight more rounds in this rifle and if you don't disarm yourself you're gonna die damned soon," I yelled out to him. "Can we come out now, Jake?" Susan asked, from inside the wagon. "Better wait a minute or two. Looks like I'm gonna have to kill this other one first." I said, and when I did he put down his revolver and stood up, raising his arms above his head. "OK, girls, come on out, but be sure to bring those Greeners," I told them and they did. While they held the shotguns on the one who was standing I went over and tied his hands behind his back. Then I piled up some squaw wood and started a coffee fire. Amy kept the Greener pointed at the standing one while I went over to tend to Jeff, the one I'd wounded. He and the other one were shocked when I unbuckled his pants and dragged them down around his knees and they were both shocked when I took hold of his dickhead with the pliers. "Now, I'm about to ask you a few questions, and if I think you ain't telling me the truth I'm gonna start cutting your dick off, and Inch at a time," I said, pulling the big Buck knife from its plastic sheath when I finished. "The first thing I want to know is where your loot is hid out?" I asked him. "What loot?" he asked, right back. "Wrong answer. I guess you don't like having a head on your dick." I said, and removed the offending part with the Buck knife. It let me know right away what a blood-curdling yell sounded like, but I quickly dropped his dickhead out of the pliers and grabbed onto the cut off end of his dick with the pliers again. I squeezed the stump tightly, hoping I could keep him from bleeding to death too soon. I could easily hear the other one puking up his guts behind me. I asked Jeff if he remembered where the loot was hid out then and placed the sharp edge of the Buck knife against his remaining dick a little farther along. He'd suddenly remembered where the loot was and he was glad to tell me it was about half a mile down the road in the wagon they'd stolen, and maybe a hundred yards back in the woods. At least I didn't cut any more dick off him and I even let go of my grip with the pliers. I turned to the one who'd recently been puking over my treatment of Jeff, and since he was still bent over it made his head at a handy height for a butt stroke from the Marlin so I applied one. I tied his hands behind him while he was down and then pulled his boots off and tied his feet together tightly. "You'd better be on your best behavior while I'm gone looking for the loot, because I'm gonna cut your balls off first if I have to come back and question you. If you wiggle too much while I'm gone Amy is gonna show you how bad it hurts to get shot by a ten gauge Greener with both barrels at the same time too." I said. I checked the others and they were all dead except Jeff. I checked his bindings and they were still tight then I told Susan and Amy I'd be back soon and walked out into the road and headed down it to look for the wagon Jeff had told me about. I told the girls I was going down the road to look at the wagon I'd encouraged Jeff to tell me about. They wanted to come with me, but I asked them to stay where they were and maybe fix more coffee then I struck off afoot. It was lucky I did, take off on foot that is. I could see a little of the wagon through the woods and as I struck off toward it I saw a scroungy looking man stand up from a campfire after pouring himself a cup of coffee. There was another man sitting nearby with a cup of his own. "I wonder how Jeff and Clem are coming along. That shooting has me worried," the standing man asked the other one. "Hell, when you're robbing and killing folks it takes a little shooting. Just relax," the skinny one on the ground said. I drew a bead on his right shoulder with my Marlin and shared a bullet. The other one jerked around looking directly at me just as I took my second shot into his right shoulder then I walked toward them with the Marlin in my left hand and a Ruger in my right. They were both scrambling to pull revolvers with their left hands as I walked up and I sent a 44 mag shot between them. "That was just a warning but the next one won't be unless you two get still and raise your right arms high," I shouted. They got still and got their arms up though they bitched about it. "I didn't come over here to listen you two piss and moan like women. Jeff and the other one are dead back down the road, but Jeff was kind enough to tell me where you and the loot was hid out before I cut more than the head off his dick. Unless you want me to start in taking pieces of your dick off you'd better tell me exactly where the loot is hid. If there ain't enough you might as well just be quiet and try to take it like men," I said. The first one I shot sulled up and kept his mouth closed until I got his hands tied behind him and the other one, but he started asking me what I was doing when I unbuckled his pants and dragged them down. "Hey, what are you doing that for?" he asked, sounding alarmed. "How do you expect me to cut your dick off with your pants on, stupid. Did you think I was joking?" I asked, and then took hold of his dickhead with the pliers. The other one spoke up then and told me the loot was still in the wagon," so I tied him up too and went inside it to take a look. There was loot all right. I found a barrel of flour and one of cornmeal, and last but not least one of whiskey. I got back down out of the wagon and went back to the one without pants and put the pliers to his dickhead again. "I was looking for something more like gold, bud. Last chance to tell me where it is," I said, pulling the Buck knife. "It's in a box right in the back of the wagon, mister," he said. I thought better of it this time and removed his and the other ones weapons this time. I'd never been a Boy Scout and I wasn't all too sure about my knots holding them. A closer look showed me the box he'd told me about and I had to look around and find an axe to open it. It was a good haul. There appeared to be several hundred double eagles inside. There were other things in the wagon too, mostly men's clothes. I took the time to try on a shirt and a pair of jeans, but they didn't fit me well so I left the clothes alone. I did find a couple of Henrys and a lot of ammunition to fit. There was so much I thought it would be better to bring our rig in here and transfer the stuff into the wagons. I was through here now and so I got back down and shared a round from the Ruger both of the men. I robbed their pockets and found forty double eagles on each of them, but I left their arms where they were and walked back to my rig and waiting women. I did stop by and kill Jeff and his first buddy on the way. I hitched our rig up and we got aboard and took off. When I pulled back off into the woods to finish gathering the loot it was hell. There were more barrels to move and another box of gold double eagles to count and so I built a fire and the women started cooking some lunch and coffee. We'd been there about an hour when two men came riding in like they owned the place and one of them yelled for Jeff right away. I grabbed up the closest Greener and pointed it their way before answering. "Jeff is about half a mile down the road with his dick cut off and a .44 round between his eyes. He ain't much when it comes to robbing folks. The other three are lying around dead somewhere too. What did y'all want with them? Come to split up the loot I took away from them?" I asked, and laughed. One of them tried a stupid move then. He tried to draw his revolver but he wasn't nearly fast enough to beat the Greener in my hand and both barrels took him out of his saddle. I guess the other one thought he was ok now since I'd fired both barrels so he went for his revolver too. I went faster with my left hand Ruger and put an alarming hole in his chest. It was nice of them to drop in and share forty double eagles each with us and their Patterson revolvers looked damned nearly new. One of them even had a Henry in a saddle scabbard. It was a caution how the firearms, horses, and tack were building up near me. We were ready to go within an hour and so we took off down the road. We came up on a farmstead and I saw a man out in the yard fooling with some dogs and decided we needed one of two of them so we pulled up to his place. Ed Jones was happy to share four nearly year old Catahoula pups with us for five dollars each and we got to talking while we were making the deal. I finally told him about our troubles down the road and he gave me a little wanting. "Marshal Jenkins, in town, is in with them robbers. You'd be better off getting on through town as quick as you can," he told me. When I asked if he had any food for sale he called his wife out and asked her. She said she had a couple of hams in the smokehouse and a few dozen eggs they could spare. I called the girls out of the wagon to take a look and we all went inside. Wilma, Ed's wife, had coffee on and she poured us all a cup and then Ed and I shot the bullshit while the women were going over the food. Wilma even had a nice wooden box she gave us to use as a cache for the meat. We left with the dogs tied in the wagon about an hour later and I went over with the girls what to do if the Marshal did stop us in town. Susan and Amy checked a Greener each to make sure it was loaded and also to make sue they knew how to reload it. The town wasn't much of one, but it did have a cafe, a couple of saloons, and a sign on one building that said Jail. A man came out of it with a badge on and held up his hand for me to stop so I did and got down. "That's a lot of horses you got tied on behind you mister," he said. "Well, Marshal Jenkins. We ran into some robbers outside of town a little way and they didn't need the horses anymore, them being dead and all. The only one who's name I got was Jeff, but he bled to death after I cut his dick off." I said, and it made the Marshal shiver. "You'd better come along over to the jail with me so we can talk about that," he said, and I said I'd be happy to. I called to Susan and Amy as we were leaving and they were out of the wagon, Greeners in hand, shortly. The Marshal saw them and he didn't like the look of things, but he didn't comment. When we got to the jail I was as close behind the Marshal as I could get when he went in the door and I had taken the precaution of pulling a Ruger while still outside. There was a deputy sitting at a desk inside with his feet up on it and his arms crossed in his lap. He started to get up when the Marshal yelled to him, but one look at the Ruger changed his mind. He looked stupid to me, but I don't guess he was that stupid. I'm sure he was thinking he was smart after all when Amy and Susan came in behind me with the Greeners leveled. I asked Amy and Susan to keep the deputy covered and shoot him if he moved then I had the Marshall raise his hands and I frisked him, removing his sidearm and a hideout derringer he had on a sleeve rig. I was surprised they actually had handcuffs so I cuffed the Marshal's hands behind him and then the deputy, Slim, too. I didn't really think we'd get much loot information out of the Marshal, but I did intend to remove some of his dick for my troubles. As soon as we had Slim cuffed too I started off with the Marshal's pants and he started squawking. I looked around in his office and found a nice club he no doubt used on drunks and I applied it to the top of his head lightly. "Now, keep your fucking mouth shut until I ask you some questions. If I have to gag you to let you answer late you'll regret making me do it. Hell, I might yank out a couple of your teeth by accident," I said, and then grinned at him. He was quiet then, but I could tell he wanted to scream badly when I took hold of his dickhead with the pliers. "Now, where do you keep your share of the loot from the robberies your gang was committing?" I asked him, and when he started denying it I just cut a little piece of the crown of his dickhead off. "That was your last chance to lie to me, Marshal. Next slice is your whole dickhead." I said. He told me then he kept it in a safe deposit box over in the bank. "Well, you'd better hope Slim can get it out for you. If we have to leave without plenty of gold we'll be taking your dick and balls with us in place of it," I said. His attitude sure changed after that little tidbit. He told us where his key was to the box and sent Slim over to fetch it. I went along just to make sure Slim didn't get lost, but I gagged the Marshal before leaving him in keeping of Susan, Amy, and the Greeners. I was surprised Slim and I didn't have a bit of trouble at the bank and I was even more surprised by the amount of double eagles in the Marshal's safe deposit box. I'd brought a cloth bag with me and it was damned nearly full when we put the empty box back in place. Slim didn't say shit the whole time we were getting the money. Slim did do a little squawking when we got back and he found out he was going to be gagged, cuffed, and locked in a cell, but an application of the club I'd found quieted him right back down. Unfortunately I had to stuff the Marshal's mouth full of rags to keep him from screaming his head off when I removed most of his dick. He was bleeding something awful when we left, locking the door behind us, and putting a "gone to lunch" sign on the door as we left. The dogs were really happy to see us when we made it back to the wagons. ------- Incomplete and Inactive ------- Posted: 2010-07-20 Last Modified: 2010-08-23 / 10:58:50 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------