Incident at Pima Mesa by Amanda Pierce (Seduction, Lesbian sex & incest, Hetero sex, Anal, Oral, Rape, Prostitution, Exhibitionism, Multiple penetration, Impregnation, Gang rape)


INTRODUCTION

The following story is an erotic fantasy. Erotic to titillate you
sexually for temporal, harmless enjoyment and entertainment; but it is
also fantasy, illusions created in the mind for our own private
amusement. The world of fantasy and the real world are, and should be,
two separate worlds altogether. In fantasy, we can create people,
places and events which simply do not belong to, and are not
appropriate for, the real world. In the real world, we should all
strive for the basic human values which reality dictates: love, truth,
dignity, responsibility, compassion, fairness and respect. These are
the qualities by which we should strive to live. Enjoy fantasy by all
means, but never confuse it with reality.
A.P.


CHAPTER ONE

The year was 1881. The sun was a blazing orb burning in a near
cloudless sky. The wagon was old and creaked under the strain as the
horses plodded across the southern Arizona plains.

"I'm glad we waited."

The young man smiled as he spoke and looked into the eyes of the woman
he had married only hours before.

"Well, Mr. Tom Willis, I don't mind telling you, you nearly drove me
crazy with your waiting."

He switched both reins to one hand, his other arm going around the
young woman's waist.

"Well, Mrs. Tom Willis, you shan't have to wait much longer. Another
hour or two and we will make Sierra Verde."

She smiled.

"And there I hope you will find the wait worth while."

She moved his hand to her breast.

"In fact, why wait?"

Her hand went to his crotch.

"Now Miranda, what if someone comes along?"

"Who's apt to come along out here? You said yourself this shortcut is
seldom used, even by the Indians."

"Well, you never know. Besides, I want our first time to be in our own
bed, right and proper."

She laughed.

"Making me wait again, eh?"

"If it were up to you, Mrs. Willis, we'd probably have ended up in that
hayloft the first night we met."

"And I dare say we would have had a lot more fun than we did at that
stuffy church social."

"Of that I'm sure," he responded by squeezing a bit.

"And in the meantime," she chastised jokingly withdrawing her hand and
moving his back to her waist, "you can just keep your mind on driving
this team of horses and getting us to Sierra Verde in one piece."

He laughed and switched the reins urging the horses onward.

Unnoticed on the top of a nearby mesa, a lone rider sat astride his
mount and silently surveyed the wagon winding its way. His eyes tracked
the wagon and its human cargo much as a vulture awaits a meal. Tall and
lean, his Mexican face was ruggedly handsome, dark hair and eyes
accentuated by a black moustache.

A slight smile crossed his face as he pushed back his sombrero and
started the horse in a slow, deliberate walk along the mesa rim. He
would wait. he had been tracking them for several hours. He thought to
himself that patience always paid off... and he was a patient man.


"It does seem to me we're taking a big chance just packing up and
moving to Sierra Verde this way," she sobered, her eyes no longer
laughing.

"Now Miranda honey," he responded, "I've told you a hundred times that
Sierra Verde is a growing town. There's a great future there for us."

"But selling your family ranch..."

"It's what Mom and Dad would have wanted. Besides, we'll get a new
spread in Sierra Verde. I've already talked with Mr. Bloomfield at the
bank. He says there's a real nice piece of land only five miles from
town."

He patted the wallet in his rear pocket.

"This will get us the start we need."

She hid her concern with a reassuring smile while he continued to gaze
at his young bride. Miranda Willis was a beautiful young woman. Having
just turned nineteen, her laughing hazel eyes complimented her waist
length brown hair which she currently wore in a bun. Her figure was
trim with firm breasts and hips. Her legs were long and shapely.

"I'm lucky to have you. Don't think for a moment I don't know you could
have had your pick of any man within a hundred miles."

She looked into his eyes.

Tom Willis was a good looking man. Short, even by nineteenth century
standards, he barely looked his bride evenly in the eyes. Yet his
manner, polished by an Eastern education, set him apart in this rugged
land of hard work and hardship.

"No, I'm the lucky one. You've always been good to me, Tom. You've been
kind and understanding...maybe too kind."

"What do you mean?"

"Just that...oh nothing, I'm just being foolish."

"No, what is it?"

"Oh, it's just that you've always been a perfect gentleman...and I'm
not sure I deserve that."

"What...?"

"Oh no, it's nothing like that! Tonight will be my first time in a
man's bed. It's just that you're always so gentle, so courteous. It's
not what I grew up with, not what girls out here expect."

"Mmmmm..." he mused.

"Oh, don't misunderstand. I love you because you're gentle and refined
and have manners, not like those other men who used to try to call on
me."

"But sometimes you wish I were a little bit more like them?"

She frowned.

"Yes...no...I...oh, pay no attention to my babbling. I love you more
than anyone in the whole world, and I love you just the way you are!"

They both smiled.

The wagon plodded on as Miranda's thoughts drifted beyond the courteous 
and mannerly to the deliciously depraved and bizarre and a slight smile
crossed her lips.


CHAPTER TWO

There was a sudden jolt as a rear wheel bounced over a rock and came
rolling off the axle.

Tom reined in the horses and they both jumped down to survey the
damage.

"Can you fix it?" she asked.

"Yes," he said retrieving the wheel. "Looks like the wheel itself isn't
damaged. I can fashion a makeshift pin to hold until we get to Sierra
Verde. The big job is going to be lifting the wagon to get the wheel
back on. I'll have to see if we've got anything I can use for a lever.
This may take a while."

Frowning at the delay, Miranda was nevertheless determined to make the
best of the situation.

"You see, the fates have decreed that we are to be here for a while.
Why don't we..."

"Now honey, let me get at fixing this wheel. How about some coffee?"

Resigned to again having to wait for the pleasures she wanted, Miranda
pulled the coffee makings from the wagon and began to build a small
fire.
With her back to Tom, Miranda's hand wandered beneath her dress, and
her thoughts drifted back to the first time she and Tom had met. How
different he was from the other men. His manners yes, but something
else, something indefinable, a sensitivity she had, until that time,
seen only in other women. she smiled as she remembered her wicked
thoughts that night as she lay in bed next to her sister; how her hand
had found first her breasts and then her nest and how her fingers
danced over the mound which gave her such excitement that the
combination of her wicked imagination and masturbation brought her to
her first orgasm; how she gasped aloud as the ocean of pleasure swept
over her, waking her sister who kept asking if she was all right.

Breathlessly, she had tried to be reassuring.

"It's nothing. I'm all right."

"Well, you don't sound all right, panting and groaning like that.
What's going on?"

"Nothing I tell you."

"Don't lie to me Miranda. I may not be seventeen like you, but thirteen
months is not that much younger and if you don't tell me what's going
on, I'm going to tell Mama!"

"Shhhh...keep your voice down," she whispered.

"Then tell me!"

"Look Laurie, it's just something wonderful that's private and
personal."

"Does it have to do with that Tom Willis you went to the social with
tonight?"

"Well...yes...but..."

"But what Miranda?..."I'm gonna go get Mama!"

"No, no...oh all right, just keep your voice down. Look, you've had
feelings, right?"

"What kind of feelings?"

"Feelings about being with a man."

"You mean like being in love?"

"Well, sort of, but also feelings about yourself, about making yourself
feel good."

"I don't understand."

Miranda sought a means to explain.

"You've looked at yourself in the mirror when you've been undressed,
right?"

"...Yeah, so?"

"Have you ever touched yourself?"

"Where?"

""Do you ever touch your breasts?"

"...I did once. They aren't very big yet, but it made me shiver."

"But it was a good feeling, wasn't it?"

"...Yes, but I don't see..."

"There's another place Laurie, another place that will give you ten
times the pleasure of touching your breasts."

"Miranda Hollings, don't you make up stories!"

"It's true Laurie! I'm not kidding!"

"Where?"

"Between your legs."

Laurie's hand went to her nest, but she was clumsy.

"I don't feel anything so great. You're lying to me. I'm gonna go get
Mama!"

"No, no. Just lie back and be quiet."

Miranda slipped off the younger girl's nightgown.

"You've got to start slowly."

Miranda's hand found Laurie's tummy.

"What...are you going to do?"

"Hush, I'm going to show you something. Just close your eyes."

Her sister complied and Miranda began to stroke her gently with her
fingertips. She leaned over very close to Laurie's ear and whispered.

"Haven't you ever wondered what men have between their legs?"

"Right now I'm more interested in what I have between my legs that you
say is so great."

"Just think about who you would rather have lying next to you right now
than anyone."

"I...I guess it would be Mama. I got used to sleeping with her since
Daddy died. She's so warm and soft. I miss sleeping with her, but she
says Jonathan is youngest and needs her most."

Miranda was inexplicably feeling sensations between her own legs once
again.

"Suppose Mama touched you like this?"

"Sometimes when we're sleeping she puts her arms around me and holds me
close and..."

"Well, just hush and imagine that Mama's next to you now. Don't say
anything. Just feel her touching you."

Miranda slowly moved her hand up the younger girl's side to her neck
and lightly stroked behind her ears.

"Emmmm..."

Laurie was relaxing, her eyes closing, breathing deeply.

Miranda slipped her fingers sensuously through Laurie's hair. As her
fingers played along the girl's neck, Miranda used her free hand to
unbutton her own nightgown and slip it off.

"You like Mama"s touch, don't you?" she whispered.

"Emmmm..." the sister breathed in acknowledgement.

Miranda's hand went slowly to the girl's chest cupping the small young
breast momentarily.

"Oooooh..." sighed Laurie.

Miranda found herself becoming strangely excited, liked it. Her fingers
squeezed the small nipple which immediately stiffened.

"Oooooh, Miranda."

"No, not Miranda," she corrected gently, "Mama."

Her own nest was wet again. This was exciting , different.

"Feel my fingers. Feel my lips."

She kissed the girl's ear and neck and slowly her lips closed on
Laurie's nipple. Laurie began a slight thrusting, her legs moving
restlessly.

"Oh Mama, I love you touching me, kissing me. More. Please, more!"

Miranda's hand crept to the edge of her sister's nest. Suddenly Miranda
realized she wanted this every bit as much as Laurie. She found and
played in her sibling's pubic hair which drove the younger girl to
thrusting harder. Laurie was now afire, responding to her mind and the
talented hands and mouth of her sister.

"Oh Mama. Oh Mama!"

The younger girl was thrusting so hard her hips were coming completely
off the bed. She craved more and deeper touching. She longed to be
filled. Miranda bit slightly and the nipple stiffened even more,
throwing the young girl into paroxysms of sensuality. Miranda's fingers
found the young nest, soaking wet. A quick probe within with her finger
and she found her sister's hidden ecstasy.

Laurie gasped so loudly Miranda feared their mother, in the next room,
would surely hear. Her lips quickly covered those of her sister. They
were both shocked and at the same time delighted by the sensation.
Their tongues played feverishly. The younger girl drank of Miranda's
sweetness with an eagerness and seeming experience which puzzled her
older sister, who was nonetheless consumed with passion for the
girl/woman beside her.

Laurie was in near convulsions as she thrusted upon Miranda's fingers.

"Kiss me Mama!" she begged.

Miranda's lips again found those of her sister and it was she who drank
heavily this time.

Laurie seemed in a trance, her eyes closed, responding to Miranda with
passion and fire, yet, at the same time, filled with an unquenchable
desire stemming from the innermost longings of her mind.

As their lips parted, the young girl breathed in near agony.

"No, Mama, KISS me!"

Laurie took Miranda's head in her hands and gently but firmly began to
push downward.

Miranda, startled at what the younger girl intended, started to resist,
questioning how Laurie could know of such pleasure, but Miranda herself
was so consumed with primal desire her thoughts were filled only with
tasting the sweet wondrous lips lying between her sister's legs. Her
tongue played among Laurie's pubic hair driving the younger girl nearly
delirious.

"Yes Mama, YES!"

The kiss was long and passionate. Miranda's tongue found the clitoris
sending her sister into spasms of uncontrolled thrusting. All the while
her whispered entreaties continued.

"Oooooh Mama. Kiss me Mama. Deeper Mama!"
Miranda's hands reached up to caress both Laurie's breasts. The older
girl was herself thrusting into the bed, as feverish with desire as her
sister.
Sensing Laurie was near climax, Miranda pinched the nipples harder and
increased her tongue to feverish pitch on Laurie's eager mound. The
younger sister's body was suddenly still for but a moment.

"Oh Mama, it's coming! It's coming Mama!"

Laurie's body shivered uncontrollably as Miranda felt the vaginal lips
part slightly and her mouth was filled with a strange sweetness.

"Oh yes Mama. I'm yours! I'll always be yours!"

Miranda renewed her fevered kissing and, in only moments, Laurie
climaxed again. The younger girl's head lolled back and forth on the
pillow, eyes still closed.

"Now Mama, let me kiss you!"

She seemed almost in a delirium as she pleaded.

"Please Mama, PLEASE!"

Needing little urging from Laurie, Miranda was quickly astride her
sister's head, vaginal lips poised above eagerly waiting lips and
tongue.

"Let me kiss you Mama! Let me taste you!"

It was electrifying for Miranda. The younger girl's lips kissed her
nest, then Laurie's tongue probed and found her button of joy even more
quickly than Miranda had done. She sat heavily on the girl's mouth but
Laurie seemed oblivious to everything except the delicious nest from
which she drank heavily.

Miranda found herself thrusting into her sister's mouth as, puzzlingly,
Laurie seemed to know exactly the location and rhythm which drove the
older girl into orgasm.

Much more intense than through masturbation, Miranda wanted more of her
sister's wondrous tongue, a desire Laurie was only too glad to provide.
Laurie's hands came up to fondle Miranda's breasts while her tongue
played hide and seek, urging Miranda to an even higher intensity
orgasm. It was all she could do not to scream in ecstasy.

Near exhaustion, Miranda swung her leg gently over the girl so as to
lie down, but Laurie wasn't finished.

Eyes closed tightly, the younger sister pleaded, "do me Mama, PLEASE!"

Miranda was puzzled, but the young girl took her older sister's hand
bringing it near her rear. Closing all but the thumb and second finger
of Miranda"s hand, Laurie thrust her rear even higher to meet her
sister's hand and begged like a child, "Please Mama, do me!"

Miranda, fascinated but completely nonplused, slipped her finger into
the girl's waiting nest and then, at the continued urging of the girl,
her thumb found and gently invaded Laurie's anus. The younger sibling
grunted with the momentary pain but soon began another wild series of
thrusts driving both finger and thumb deeply into her.

"Oh yes Mama, yes, yes. Deeper Mama, DEEPER!"

Miranda, feeling her own urges rising once again, found her own nest
with her other hand and was soon dripping wet with perspiration and
desire. Their climaxes this time were simultaneous and intense beyond
belief.

They both fell back onto the bed exhausted.

The dawning was sudden and frightening as Miranda realized why her
sister had chosen their mother about whom to fantasize. It all made a
bizarre sense to her now; why Laurie had been so reluctant to stop
sleeping with their mother and why Laurie seemed to be so innocent yet
so knowledgeable about where and how to bring such sensual pleasure.
Perhaps she would have been horrified if she weren't aware that her own
desires had just driven her to commit incestuous acts with her sister,
acts she would never reveal to another human being.

Laurie, still in her dreamlike state snuggled against Miranda.

"I'll always be yours, Mama," she breathed, her voice barely audible.

Miranda was startled when the younger girl put her head against her
older sister's chest, her lips opened and then closed around Miranda's
nipple and she began to suckle as she drifted off into a deep sleep.

Miranda was troubled, knowing what had transpired between mother and 
younger daughter was abnormal, perverted, but she was also excited by
the discoveries of her own sensuality and those of her sister.

She drifted into sleep, but her fingers found her nest several more
times that night.


CHAPTER THREE

"How about that coffee?"

Tom's question brought Miranda out of her reverie.

"Oh... yes. It'll be ready in a couple of minutes."

"Well in the meantime you can give me a hand."

She walked over to the wagon where Tom had wedged a pole over a rock
and under the wagon.

"If we both put our weight on this end, we should be able to raise it
enough for me to get the wheel back on."

But even though they could raise the wagon, as soon as Tom reached for
the wheel, Miranda could no longer hold it up. After the third
unsuccessful try, Tom threw down the pole in disgust.

"We'll probably have to unload the whole wagon, or at least most of it
to make it light enough for you to hold up."

"But that will take the rest of the afternoon."

"Yes, but I don't know any other way to do it," Tom said.

"Perhaps I could be of help."

The voice came from behind them. Tom and Miranda were startled to turn
and find a man had come within a few feet of them without their being
aware.

He swung down from the saddle and walked over to Miranda.

Tom offered his hand.

"We surely could use your help. I'm Tom Willis. This is my wife
Miranda."

"Ramon Vasquez," said the stranger.

"Lucky for us you came along. I figured by taking this shortcut we
would save time, but be unlikely to run into anyone."

Miranda studied the ruggedly handsome man. He was somewhat older than
the newly weds but his dark weather-beaten skin complemented his taut,
slender figure. The sombrero and poncho covered his head and frame, but
the Colt was slung low on his hip and tied to his leg, a sign it was
worn to be used fast and frequently.

"We're on our way to Sierra Verde," said Tom.

"It's our honeymoon, " volunteered Miranda.

"Congratulations Seņor," said the Mexican looking to Miranda, "you are
indeed a lucky man."

She reddened.

He reached to place the pole back into position. As she also took hold
of the pole, their hands touched and she glanced into his eyes. They
were strong and powerful. She looked away quickly.

"Ready," said Tom.

They easily raised the wagon while Tom fitted the wheel back on the
axle and attached a holding pin. He was still bent on one knee checking
the wheel as the man walked up from behind

"Not the best of repairs, but it should hold until we can get it to a
smithy in town," noted Tom.

The young husband began turning as he started to get to his feet.

"I certainly want to thank you Mr. Vasquez. I'd be glad to pay..."

The gun barrel caught him on the side of the head and Tom fell
unconscious into the dust.

"Tom!" screamed Miranda, looking to the stranger. "What have you done?"

"Oh Seņora, he is just taking a little siesta."

Miranda ran to Tom and cradled his head in her lap.

"But...why? What have we done to you?"

"Seņora, it is not what you have done. It is what you are about to do."

She looked at him quizzically.

"What do you want, our money?"

"That will do for a start, but first you will step away."

She slowly, warily backed off. He pulled the unconscious figure into a
sitting position leaning him against the wheel they had just repaired.
Looking in the wagon, he found a rope and tied Tom securely to the
wheel. He was tying the last knot when Tom began to revive.

"Wha...what happened?"

"You had a slight accident Seņor. Your head collided with my gun
barrel."

Realizing what had happened and finding himself tied, Tom looked into
the eyes of the standing man and sneered.

"Why you..."

"Now, now Seņor, there is no need to become unpleasant. I helped you
fix your wagon, did I not? So, I am simply claiming a just, if somewhat
expensive, payment for my efforts."

He looked to Miranda.

"The money please."

"No!" shouted Tom, don't tell him anything."

"Very well Seņor, if she will not tell me, you will."

"There's no way in hell I'll tell you where it is" shouted Tom.

"Oh no, well let me see if I might convince you," said the stranger
turning to Miranda.

"Mrs...Willis was it? Take off your skirt."

"Now wait a minute! You can't do that!" yelled Tom.

Miranda stood paralyzed.

"Oh can't I?" said the Mexican.

"Don't do anything Miranda. He can't make you!"

"Wrong again, Seņor."

The gun was out of the holster in a flash and pointed straight at the
young woman.

"You wouldn't shoot a woman."

"Oh?"

The hammer cocked slowly.

"You're bluffing," said Tom.

"Can you afford to take that chance, Seņor?" said Vasquez taking aim.

Miranda's face was filled with fear.

"Tom?" she pleaded.

"Or maybe, " said the Mexican, "I'll start by wounding her."

He redirected his aim at her shoulder.

The terrified young woman was nearly in tears.

"My God, Tom, he's going to do it!"

"All right! All right!" screamed Tom, "It's in my wallet."

The pistol lowered.

"If you will be so kind Mrs. Willis," he said, motioning with the gun
toward Tom.

Miranda walked to Tom, knelt and removed the wallet from her husband's
pocket. She threw it at the feet of the stranger who picked it up,
inspecting it long enough to find the cash, and put it in his
saddlebag.

He put a foot in the stirrup and was about to mount up.

"You dirty thieving Mexican son-of-a-bitch!" Tom exploded.

Vasquez swung back down and walked over to the young couple. He
motioned Miranda to stand aside. She silently and fearfully obeyed.

"Seņor, it is true I have not had a bath since yesterday, I am most
assuredly a thief and I certainly don't deny my land of origin."

His voice grew deadly calm.

"But you Seņor have insulted my mother and for that I demand
satisfaction."

"And just what else do you think you can do?" challenged Tom.

"Let me see, you have insulted the woman who means the most to me in
this world. I think it only fitting that I return the favor," he said,
turning to look up and down at Miranda with a lustful eye, "and I think
I am going to enjoy this very much."

"No!" screamed Tom, pulling futilely at the ropes.

Miranda began backing slowly, fearfully away.

"Don't go too far Mrs. Willis, or should I call you Miranda since we
are about to get on very intimate terms?"

"Look, I apologize," said Tom, "Just let her go."

"A little late for that Seņor. Miranda, come here."

Her mouth dropped open in alarm. She glanced back and forth between the
two men not knowing what to do.

"Run, Miranda, run!" yelled Tom.

She started to turn.

"Not a wise choice, Miranda."

The gun was leveled at her.

"Then kill me if you must! I will never submit to you!" she cried.

"Oh, my dear Mrs. Willis, I have no intention of harming you. But if
you don't do what I tell you, I will kill your husband without
hesitation and take what I want anyway."

Miranda's hand went to her mouth in alarm.

"So if you will be so kind as to remove your skirt."

Her eyes darted back and forth from husband to stranger, fear freezing
her into immobility.

"No, Miranda, no!" shouted Tom.

Once again the hammer cocked, this time the gun was pointed at Tom.

Tears appearing in her eyes, the young woman slowly unbuckled her belt,
unbuttoned the skirt and let it fall at her feet. her white petticoat
was all now that covered her legs.

She closed her eyes.
"And now I think the shoes."

"Don't do it Miranda!" Tom implored.

Vasquez was looking at her with a sardonic smile but the gun was still
leveled at Tom.

Silently she stepped out of the soft moccasins.

"What shall we see next, Seņor? If this is your honeymoon, perhaps we
are both enjoying this view for the first time, eh?"

"You low life..."

Ignoring Tom, Vasquez tilted his head slightly.

"The hair. Yes, the hair. Take down your hair Miranda."

Slowly she undid the bun and her hair cascaded down her back. She
looked at him pleadingly.

"Please, don't do this."

"Ah, but Mrs. Willis, we are just getting started."

He looked into her eyes.

"I promise you one thing. You are going to enjoy this just as much as I
am."

She could not hold his gaze. She wanted with all her being to be
defiant, to stand up to him, but could not. Part was the threat of harm
to Tom, but it was more than that. This man had power in his eyes, in
his manner, an assurance that instantly rendered her afraid, compliant,
unable to resist.

He looked to her blouse.

"No, please," she begged.

"Oh, but yes, Miranda. Show us what you have hidden beneath.

"Miranda, don't do it!" Tom shouted nearly in tears himself.

"Listening to him will make you a widow," said Vasquez with that
emotionless voice which told her he was deadly serious.

Slowly, falteringly, she unbuttoned the blouse and sleeves. She looked
to the stranger, imploring him with her eyes.

He simply gestured with a short nod of the head and resignedly she let
the blouse slip off her shoulders and fall to the ground.

Miranda hung her head, burning with embarrassment and shame.

Vasquez smiled broadly as he looked at her ample breasts.

"Come here Miranda."

"No, no!" Tom's voice was screaming but it was as if she couldn't,
wouldn't hear.

She stood next to her tall, handsome captor.

He placed his hand at her throat and let it drift slowly down between
her breasts.

Tom's struggles were intensified, but to no avail.

"Look at me Miranda," his voice now gentle, seductive.

She gazed into his eyes as his hand closed on her breast. She gasped
slightly, started to retreat.

"Ah, ah, Miranda. Mr. Willis, notice how her nipples hardened?"

It was true. They were erect and, to her shame, Miranda did not try to
back away again. The touch of this man was electrifying. She was very
frightened, very ashamed, and very excited.

"I don't know about you Seņor, but in my experience when a woman's
nipples get hard, she is either very cold or very excited. Now Seņor,
if you haven't noticed we are in the desert in mid August."

Tom looked to Miranda who, reddening with shame, dropped her head.

Shocked into silence, Tom nevertheless continued to struggle with his
bonds.

"And now Mrs. Willis, let us see what all the mystery of womanhood is
really about!"

He stood back as Miranda untied her petticoat. She looked into the
man's eyes one last time with supplication, but at this moment she was
not sure whether it was to beg him to stop or proceed.

"God, no Miranda, don't do it!" shouted Tom beside himself with rage.

"It's your choice," said the Mexican, the pistol pointed at Tom, but
somehow held more casually, less threateningly than before.

She pulled the last string and the garment fell from her.

Miranda stood before them completely naked.

She started to cover her nest with her hands, but the voice froze her.

"Ah, Miranda, there is no need for such a beautiful woman to hide her
wonders."

She let her hands fall to her sides.

"I'll kill you, you bastard!"

Tom's voice was hoarse, He kicked at his bondage, but the knots were
secure and the work of an expert.

"Let me remind you Seņor, it is you whose life is in jeopardy here. But
enough of this noise."

The stranger took out a bandana and tied it around the younger man's
mouth. Taking a few steps he looked to the nude young woman.

"Now, Miranda, we shall find out just how much of a woman you really
are. Come here."

Miranda was mesmerized, irresistibly drawn to this man who, at one and
the same time, terrified and excited her.

He pulled his bedroll from the horse and spread it on the ground.

Miranda's nest was wet. Knowing she was to be taken for the first time
by this thief, perhaps even murderer, instead of, and in front of, her
own husband, she was trembling with expectation.

"Miranda, perhaps you should help me."

Avoiding Tom's eyes, she was ashamed of her own excitement, so she
moved slowly, she hoped it appeared reluctantly, to her captor.

She began undressing Vasquez. Her eyes were downcast but his lean yet
muscular physique did not pass unnoticed.

Tom's efforts were redoubled, but to no avail as the ropes simply cut
deeper into wrists and sides.

As she finally unbuckled his belt and slid down his pants, Miranda
almost gasped. He was enormous, much larger, she knew, than Tom whom
she had fondled through his pants on a few occasions.

Her gaze was frozen on his maleness while her own nest tightened in
anticipation.

"She likes what she sees, Gringo," smiled the Mexican.

Miranda averted her stare in shame as Tom, despite the blood beginning
to flow from his wrists, writhed in an effort to gain his freedom.

Vasquez pulled her to him. Her hands went up to fend him off, but it
was more an act than a real desire to resist.

His hand went to her hair and slowly, inexorably their lips drew
together.

Miranda had kissed Tom on many occasions, kisses which were warm,
tender, but this man's kiss was strong, powerful and passionate and she
yielded to him completely. His tongue drove deeply into her. She met
his tongue with her own and drank deeply. He turned slightly while they
kissed and she felt his huge phallus against her. Despite herself, she
pulled closer, hoping Tom would not notice. Before she realized it, she
was thrusting against him and he responded by growing even larger and
harder.

Finally, realizing what must be becoming obvious to Tom, she broke free
of the kiss crying, "No, you mustn't!"

But the stranger read her eyes and they were shouting a different
message altogether. He read her obvious excitement and desire, but also
the need to appear resistant, yet helpless. This woman wanted him, but
she also wanted her husband to believe that she didn't. He would play
along for the time being.

"Down on you knees, Miranda."

She slowly obeyed.

"Your mouth is sweet. Shall we see if it has other talents as well?"

"No, please," she said as her eyes were riveted to his swollen,
pulsating penis.

The gunshot ricocheted off the wheel only inches from Tom's head. Tom
was stunned into immobility.

"Do as I say or he dies."

She took his penis in both hands, opened her mouth wide and took him as
far as she could. She almost gagged as the throbbing rod started down
her throat, but she was determined and so continued until she took him
completely, burying him until her lips were pressed into his pubic
hair. Only then did she bring him back into her mouth and begin sucking
and licking.

Tom, beside himself, not wishing to look, but horrendously fascinated,
was also experiencing erection.

Vasquez allowed her to turn them slightly so her back was to Tom. One
of her hands dropped and began probing her fevered and dripping nest.

Vasquez was fully erect now and rock hard. She was masturbating, hoping
Tom could not see, but, in her crazed lust, she verged on not caring.

The Mexican pushed her back onto the blanket. It took her total
concentration to hold her legs together and keep her hands, which she
modestly placed in front of her nest, from doing more.

"She is very good for one so young and inexperienced, Seņor. She will
make you an excellent wife once she has learned how to fully please a
man."

Tom was both infuriated and ashamed at his own erection. His struggles
continued but grew weaker.

"And now Mrs. Willis, you will spread your legs."

Miranda did as she was told, she hoped not too quickly.

"...But you don't understand. I've never been with a man before."

"A virgin, eh? Well, my dear Mrs. Willis, you are about to go to
school. I shall be the teacher and you the pupil. You shall learn one
of the most important lessons in life. You are going to learn how to be 
a man's woman and in that lesson you will not just give up your
virginity. No, you shall also experience the ultimate pleasure a woman
can have, a man deep inside her as she reaches her own climax.

Miranda was near frenzy. Despite her best attempts at self control, she
began thrusting, hoping Tom could not see.

Kneeling between her legs, Vasquez let his penis brush her nest. She
gasped and thrusted high to accept him.

He squeezed her breast, the nipple stiffening even more.

Miranda was in sexual frenzy. All thoughts of self control, of modesty
were now gone. Her primal desires were in total control and she could
do nothing, wanted to do nothing but satisfy them.

She was thrusting with all her might now, trying to get her vaginal 
lips high enough to take him into her. Her breathing was labored, her
pants for breath becoming grunts as she strained to have him take her
virginity.

"Quite a woman Seņor Tom. It shall be a pleasure to have her. I promise
I shall teach her well."

Tom's own erection was near bursting, but he continued to pull at the
ropes with what energy he had left.

Vasquez laid the pistol just above Miranda's head within easy reach.

"And now Seņora Willis, the lesson begins."

Their thrusts were simultaneous, Miranda thrusting upward with all her
frenzied energy while Vasquez thrust downward powerfully.

Miranda screamed, Vasquez smiled and Tom orgasmed as her virginity was
split asunder.

The pain was sharp and acute, but the accompanying pleasure was beyond
belief. The older man was obviously very experienced and his thrusts
were aimed and calculated to stimulate her to the maximum. Each
movement of his phallus brought her clitoris the stimulation it sought
while her vagina felt every movement of his huge penetration.

His thrusts were regular, deep and powerful, but Miranda was losing
control completely, her body violently heaving against him, driving him
deeper. Her whole body was shaking as in a feverous tremor. She was
delirious with pain and pleasure, her head rolling violently and
rapidly back and forth.

He realized she was near orgasm.

"And now for the final lesson in womanhood," he said, stopping his
thrusts.

"No, don't stop, don't stop!" she whispered desperately.

"You see Seņor Tom, women believe it's we men who are ruled by the
loins. Perhaps they need to realize that when it comes to pleasures of
the flesh, they are just as fallible as are we."

Miranda, continuing her own crazed thrusting on his penis, was only
partly aware of what was being said and, in her own mind, didn't care.

He thrust deeply into her and held.

She grunted with the pain and pleasure. Miranda was dripping
perspiration.

Vasquez motioned to the gun lying within her easy reach.

"Now Miranda, you must choose! The gun is beside you! Take it! Capture
or shoot me! Rescue your husband! Retrieve your money! But to do that I
must withdraw. Or, I will stay and bring you the ultimate a woman can
experience! One or the other Miranda. Choose now!"

Knowing she had been betrayed, that her decision would be obvious to
Tom, knowing their money would be lost, knowing how she had been
manipulated by this despicable man, she reached her hands back over her
head.

"I despise you," she whispered.

Her thrust was the most forceful yet. Her hands came round his back
clawing, pulling him to her. Her primal desires ruled as her sexual
efforts renewed with an exuberance which surprised even Vasquez.

She grunted, she groaned, she moaned. Her breath came in gasps as her
body shook as if in the throes of hysteria.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" she screamed as her nails bit into his
back urging him on.

Vasquez, despite his attempts at self control found himself thrusting
harder and faster, his own sexual need responding to this wild animal
who lay beneath him

"Oh God, yes, yes, YES!" she cried as she felt the mounting wave about
to crash over her.

Both their efforts were even more intense than before, their bodies
crashing together in wild abandon.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! It's coming! It's coming! IT'S C-O-M-I-N-G!!!" she
screamed uncontrollably at the top of her voice.

Her body was still for an instant, then shivered violently as the
orgasm swept over her, plunging her into ecstasy and a renewed frenzy
to re-experience this intense, unimaginable pleasure.

Her second orgasm was, if anything, more intense than the first, her
entire body lurching as if being pulled violently by invisible ropes.
Her screams resounded across the flat barren plain.

As she neared her third climax, Vasquez could no longer hold back and
joined her in a paroxysm of sexual release.

She pulled him tighter to her as he flowed across her clitoris bringing
her to orgasm yet a fourth time.

Exhausted, they both lay on the blanket for several seconds while Tom
looked on in amazing disbelief.


CHAPTER FOUR

Miranda turned to Vasquez suddenly, as if finally, once again, capable
of rational thought, aware of his betrayal and fearful of Tom's
reaction to her not-so-unwilling participation.

"You're a vile and disgusting man!" she said, spitting out the words.

Retrieving his gun, he stood, putting on his pants. Vasquez looked
first to the woman and then to her husband.

"That's not what you were saying only moments ago Seņora. You are an
apt pupil. You learn fast and well. She will make you a fine wife,
Seņor. Unfortunately, you won't be getting a virgin in your bed
tonight, but she is a wildcat, tight as any woman I've ever had and she
loves it!"

He turned back to the young woman.

"Don't you, Mrs. Willis?"

She reached to slap him but he caught her hand easily, held it
momentarily and then jerked her to him kissing her forcefully.

Even though this time her desire to resist was genuine, Miranda was
still breath taken by the powerful probing of his tongue. She caught
herself beginning to respond.

"I hate you!" she uttered, pulling away and beginning to dress.

Smiling, Vasquez gathered and tied his bedroll to the saddle.

Miranda went to Tom and removed the bandana from his mouth.

"I'll kill you for this!" he spat at Vasquez, "and I should kill you
too!" he whispered to Miranda.

She lowered her head in shame.

Vasquez laughed.

"Ah, Seņor, do not be so harsh on your pretty young wife. Were she not
such a woman, she might still be a virgin, but such a virgin that even
you would not enjoy her. Be thankful you have a wife who will bring
endless hours of pleasure to your bed."

As the Mexican was preparing to mount, Miranda quickly grabbed a knife
from the wagon and cut a knot or two from Tom's bonds.

As Vasquez swung across the saddle, Tom reached quickly into the wagon
and grabbed the Winchester.

The bullet struck him in the shoulder, the rifle snapping from his
hands. The force drove him back against the wagon and he fell into the
dust.

A moment later Miranda was cradling him in her arms weeping as she
tried to stem the flow of blood, which was considerable, from the
shoulder of the semi-conscious man.

"Another not-so-bright move on both of your parts," said the stranger
reholstering his gun.

"I hate you!" she shouted.

"I could have killed him for drawing down on me from behind. You both
seem to forget, I am much better at gun fighting, as well as making
love, than your husband. Now, if I were you, I would get him to the
doctor in Sierra Verde as soon as possible."

He spurred his horse.

"Perhaps we shall meet again Seņora. When you have tired of this boy,
perhaps you will be happy to feel yourself in the arms of a real man
once again."

"Never!" she hissed.

He smiled and rode off.


CHAPTER FIVE

Miranda struggled to get her semi-conscious husband to his feet and
into the wagon. She stemmed the tide of bleeding with a tablecloth from
their belongings, jumped onto the seat and, whipping the horses
unmercifully, headed for town as fast as the work team and old wagon
could bear.

Despite the makeshift wheel repair which she expected to let loose at
any time, they rolled into the outskirts of town in a little over forty
minutes. She asked a young girl for directions to the doctor's office.
The girl hopped on board and they were soon in front of the modest
storefront office with a small wooden shingle out front:
Benjamin Welty M.D.

Her pounding on the locked door brought an "All right, all right, I'm
coming."

'Doc' Welty was an older man. He unlocked the door and started to say
something, but was cut short by Miranda.

"My husband's been shot! Help me, please!"

They rushed to the back of the wagon where the doctor took a quick look
at Tom's wound.

The young girl turned to run back into town, no doubt to spread the
news.

"Josey!" the doctor yelled at her, "go get Mrs. Jenkins. I'm gonna need
her."

"Yes sir," said the girl turning and running off as fast as her legs
would carry her.

The two of them got Tom into the office and onto an examining table
where the doctor cut away Tom's shirt.

"What happened?"

"A man attacked us. A man named Ramon Vasquez, or at least that's the
name he gave."

"Ramon Vasquez? He and his gang are tough customers. Are you all
right?"

"Yes," said Miranda, not wishing to mention her part in what had
happened.

"And he didn't try to... harm you?"

"No, just Tom. He took all our money and then shot Tom. What are we
going to do?" she pleaded.

Doctor Welty glanced at the woman before him. A beautiful face and
figure, and Vasquez had done nothing to her? He found that hard to
believe, especially when the woman dropped her eyes as she made the
denial. But, he let it pass. There were more important matters at hand.

"Right now," he said, "let's see what we can do about this bullet
wound."

A portly, middle aged woman came walking hurriedly into the office.

"Ah, Mrs. Jenkins, it looks like the bullet is still in there. I'm
going to need your help."

"Certainly doctor," she said glancing over at Miranda.

"Oh," noticed the doctor looking up, "Liz Jenkins this is ..."

"Miranda Willis," Miranda finished it for him, "That's my husband Tom."

"Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Willis, but now if you could just step into
the outer office..."

"But..." Miranda started.

"Actually it would be best," said Welty, "We'll let you know as soon as
I get that bullet out."

Miranda sat down in the outer office staring at the floor. Her mind
raced to make sense of the events of the past two hours. Tom wounded,
in more ways than one, their money gone, nowhere to stay, no one to
turn to. What could they do? His parents were dead and they certainly
couldn't turn to her mother, not after...

"Laurie, we've got to stop this!"

The two had made love several times since that first night. Miranda had
taught Laurie how to masturbate and now the younger sister spent a lot
of her time, too much by Miranda's reckoning, with her fingers where
they should not be.

Laurie was sitting on the bed beside her older sister, stroking
Miranda's breast with one hand and massaging her own clitoris with the
other.

"What if Mama should catch us?"

Miranda's mind went back to that first night and Laurie's repeated
references to their mother. Miranda had asked Laurie about it several
times, but her younger sister was evasive, changing the subject or,
more often than not, pulling up Miranda's skirt and starting another
round of heated love making.

"And what if she did?" answered Laurie?"

"She'd skin us both alive, that's what!" said the older sister. "In
case you don't know, sisters are not supposed to be doing what we've
been doing."

"Really? I wonder why?"

Miranda had to admit she had never felt anything like it. Even though
she and Tom had now been dating regularly for several weeks, she found
Laurie much more alluring and exciting than her beau. Every time she
tried to get Tom interested, he would move away and start talking about
his plans.

She realized how much she wanted a man to take her, for that man to be
Tom, but he was so cursed mannerly that if he had any designs on her,
he kept them well in check.

And so, her torrid affair with her sister continued, giving her sexual
release and an excitement which had, up until now, been missing in her
life.

But today was somehow different. Laurie, who usually couldn't wait, to
whom foreplay was a mere touch or sometimes a glance, was today the
playful one. Teasing Miranda, Laurie pouted her lips, lifted up her own
skirt and spread her legs.

"Am I beautiful, Miranda?"

Miranda was stunned by the glistening nest.

"Yes, Laurie, you are very beautiful."

"I don't see why you should have any interest in that old Tom Willis,"
said Laurie, sitting up and bringing her face close to Miranda's.

"I bet his lips aren't as soft as mine."

Laurie kissed her sister gently, tenderly. Even so, Miranda felt
stirrings between her own legs.

"I bet he doesn't undress you like I do," she said slipping off
Miranda's clothes.

"And I bet he doesn't kiss your breasts like I do."

Laurie's lips were warm on Miranda's nipples which immediately
stiffened. Miranda felt her breath coming shorter now as her desire was
beginning to build.

Laurie pushed her gently back on the bed and spread her older sister's
legs.

"And I bet he doesn't kiss you between your legs like I can."

Her lips drifted down over Miranda's body to her nest and it was now
Miranda who could wait no longer. She took Laurie's head in her hands
and pulled her into her waiting nest. Tongue met labial lips and
Miranda was instantly afire, thrusting uncontrollably into her sister's
eager mouth.

"SO!!!" the angry voice erupted from the doorway.

Miranda and Laurie both looked up and exclaimed simultaneously.

"MAMA!"

"Miranda, what are you doing to your sister?"

"Nothing Mama, we..."

"Don't nothing me you little perverted slut. I saw you! I saw what you
were doing to your poor little sister. Are you all right, Laurie?"

"Yes, Mama. Oh, please Mama."

"Silence child. I know it wasn't your fault. I know who you love and
you know who loves you."

"Yes, Mama," was Laurie's weak reply.

Miranda looked from mother to younger daughter and back again,
awareness dawning.

"Laurie is mine! Do you understand? Mine!"

The older woman was nearly screaming in what Miranda was coming to
understand was a jealous rage.

"So, you think you can seduce her, make her your lover? Well, you
little bitch, I'll show you!"

The girls' mother grabbed Miranda by the arm and slung her into a
corner where the frightened girl began to cower.

"Please Mama. I'm sorry."

"Not half as sorry as you're going to be!"

The woman motioned Laurie to join her as they moved very close to the
frightened older sister.

"Your sister has special needs, needs only I can provide. And now you
think you can take her away from me!"

"No Mama, I..."

"So, you think you know how to make love to a woman, eh?"

"No Mama..."

"Well, we are going to give you a lesson in lovemaking you won't
forget!"

"Mama, please!"

Miranda's pleadings were completely ignored. With her hands she tried
to cover her nakedness as best she could.

"Put down your hands!"

Miranda's hands dropped to her sides. Her head was slumped in shame and
embarrassment.

"At least you know how to obey. Let's see how well you respond!"

Miranda's head came up, her mouth open in astonishment.

Instantly her lips were covered by those of the older woman. Unlike
Laurie's lips, however, these lips were strong. Her mother's tongue
reached far into Miranda's mouth. Miranda could hardly breathe. One of
her mother's hands grasped Miranda's breast, the other finding her
nest, still warm and wet from Laurie's urgings.

"How good are you Miranda? Laurie says you're very good!"

Her eyes caught those of Laurie, who looked away in shame.

"Yes," said her mother, finding Miranda's clit expertly, "I've known
from the beginning. I did nothing because I thought your real attention
was on that boyfriend. But now Laurie says you're losing interest in
Tom and that can only mean you want Laurie for yourself!"

Their faces were only inches apart. Miranda, despite the fear and
shame, felt her own inner urges rising under the experienced hands of
her mother.

"Like it, don't you?"

"Mama, I..."

There was another powerful kiss. Miranda felt the tongue so
overwhelmingly powerful that she knew resistance was useless. She gave
her mouth to her mother whose deep probing continued.

Backed into the corner, there was nowhere to go, nothing she could do.
She felt familiar warm lips on her other breast. Laurie was kissing her
nipple while her hands explored Miranda's rear.

She felt herself responding despite all. Her breathing was rapid now as
she began to thrust on those sensuous fingers. The thoughts of being
made love to by, not one, but, two women, sent her into helpless
lustful desire.

Unbelievable! This, the very woman who had for all these years, in the
absence of a man, been the voice of reason and right, suddenly reduced
to a vengeful, jealous woman with lustful desires for her own
daughters. The thoughts troubled her, but even more so, excited her.

"Like it Miranda?" the woman breathed in her face.

"Oh, Mama..."

Her mother suddenly gave a slight flicker to her finger and the
stimulation was like nothing Miranda had ever known before.

"Oh, Mama... yes, Mama, YES!"

Laurie was now kissing her neck and ear, the hot breath of her sister
stimulated her even further.

Her thrusting was more pronounced as she gave herself to the woman and
girl.

Each breast now squeezed by a different woman, her nest in a frenzy by
the hand of one, her rear by another. Her lips and mouth surrendering
to one, her neck to another, she abandoned all reserve, gave in to her
primal desires and her arms reached out to embrace these two women who
she wanted like nothing she had ever wanted in her life.

Her mother's lips left her own to begin a journey down her body. They
were immediately replaced by Laurie's which were less powerful but
nonetheless compelling.

Miranda felt her mother's lips pause at each breast, a slight nip to
drive her further into need before moving on.

"Isn't she wonderful?" whispered Laurie, her own desire nearing a peak.

"Yes, I never knew...Oh YES!"

Laurie slipped her finger slightly into Miranda's behind. Miranda began
a backward and forward thrusting to take both women into her. She knew
she was nearing orgasm.

"You want it Miranda, you want it now?" her mother sneered.

"Yes, Mama... PLEASE!"

Miranda felt tongue replace finger, flicking unbelievably rapidly over
her swollen clit. Her legs spread even wider, her labial lips parted
for but a moment. She shivered violently, her yes rolling back into her
head and Miranda Hollings experienced the most intense and sensational
orgasm of her young life.

They moved her to the bed where she lay on her back. Her mother quickly
undressed. Over the years Miranda had seen her mother in various states
of undress, but the body she looked at now excited her beyond belief.

Miranda embraced the older woman, her hands cupping the full breasts of
her mother. Miranda's lips found her mother's nipples. Ample breasts
filled her mouth to overflowing, but Miranda's tongue played over the
woman's nipples in a manner she knew from her experience with Laurie
would excite any woman

Her mother swung across her body, sitting astride of her head, Miranda
using her tongue to return some measure of what she had just received,
while Laurie lay between her legs, kissing her older sister into orgasm
again and again.

Her mother quickly orgasmed three times into Miranda's mouth, only the
stiffening of her nipples betraying an otherwise totally undetectable
climax.

"Now it's Laurie's turn, wouldn't you say, Miranda?"

"Yes, Mama!"

Miranda had already climaxed four times, but her nest was still hot and
dripping as Laurie now lay on her back and accepted Miranda's eager
tongue into her nest. The younger girl was climaxing within seconds.
Again Miranda brought her to orgasm and again. Neither would stop.
Neither could stop.

Miranda had brought her knees up under her as she sought to drive her
tongue even deeper into Laurie. They were so engrossed in their desire,
Miranda did not realize her mother had left them for a few moments.

She felt her mother's strong arms pressing on her shoulders, forcing
her head down even further into Laurie's nest.

"Now Miranda, perhaps it is time to show you who is in control here!
You excite your sister, you use her to bring yourself pleasure!"

"But Mama..." said Miranda, raising her head just enough to talk.

"You have known pleasure here this evening. Now you will know
discipline you filthy little whore!"

"Mama..." Miranda started to say glancing back just enough to see her
mother wearing something she had never seen before.

There were leather straps around her mother's waist and upper legs
which supported two huge phalli, one above the other and separated by
only an inch or two. Both were at least a foot long and so large in
diameter, her hands could not have reached around them.

Miranda started to pull away, but Laurie, in a surprising show of
strength, pulled Miranda's head back into her nest and began thrusting
again.

"Mother, please don't hurt her," pleaded Laurie.

"She needs to be taught a lesson. Besides, how will she ever know what
it's like with a man, or two men, unless we show her?"

"Mama... don't," Miranda shouted into Laurie's vaginal lips.

The woman grabbed her by the waist and pulled her backward fiercely
just as she thrust forward with all her might, driving the one phalli
into Miranda's vagina, the other into her anus.

Miranda screamed, still stifled by Laurie's nest. Her arms were jerked
behind her back by the woman who drove the double dildo into the young
girl again.

"How do you like it now, Miranda?"

Again a vicious thrust and again and again.

Miranda was crying, the pain so intense, yet... what?

"You can take it from your young sister who you seduce when you think
my back is turned. Now see if you can take it as you would from a man!"

"Oh, Mama, please!" Miranda pleaded, yet even as her pleas went
unheeded, she was beginning to feel within her a new, different kind of
excitement. Each thrust by her mother was now beginning to build to a
new level of frenzy. She sill gasped when her mother drove home her
punishment, but it was quickly becoming a gasp of regained sensual
desire.

Laurie saw her sister becoming excited and pulled Miranda's head into
her nest once again.

"Thrust, you little bitch, THRUST!" her mother commanded.

Miranda responded by doing just that, even at a time when her insides
felt they would explode.

"You want to come again, don't you Miranda?"

"Yes, Mama, YES!"

Then let it come, you little whore!"

"Yes, Miranda, come to us!" implored Laurie.

She felt the wave rush upon her in an unstoppable avalanche of pleasure
as her vaginal and anal lips were stretched to unbelievable limits.

"I'm coming, Mama! I'm coming to you!"

The woman drove the phalli even harder into her daughter, whose orgasm
was so intense she thrust herself backward upon them until she felt her
mother's pubic hair against her rear, signaling they were buried
completely within her.

Touching where she had never been touched before, the daughter
experienced concurrent vaginal and clitoral orgasms of such intensity
that she collapsed from the indescribable pain/pleasure combination.

Her mother kept the dildos buried for several moments.

Regaining consciousness, Miranda begged her mother.

"Do me again, Mama. Do me again, PLEASE!"

"Get out of here this instant!" yelled the mother, withdrawing with
such power and speed that Miranda felt as if her insides were being
pulled out.

"I will give you one week to leave this house... forever. Marry that
Willis boy or go sell yourself on the street corner but I want you out
of here or I'll kick you out. Do you understand?"

"But, Mama..."

"Now! Go you little whore, GO!"

Miranda could hardly move. She was totally fatigued, her body ached and
her vagina and rectum felt as if they were on fire. Slowly she got to
her feet, picked up her clothes and walked to the doorway.

She turned back to her mother.

"Mama..."

"GET OUT!"

As she turned to leave, the mother's voice rang out.

"And close the door. Your sister and I want to be alone."

As she slowly shut the door, the last thing she heard was her sister's
voice.

"Yes Mama, do me now. That's it Mama, harder, harder. Put it in all the
way!"


CHAPTER SIX

"Mrs. Willis?"

Miranda looked up to see Dr. Welty standing in the doorway.

"Your husband is going to be fine. I got the bullet out. Actually, he's
a very lucky man. Another inch or two and the bullet would have cut
through an artery. He probably would have bled to death before you
could get him here."

"May I see him now?" Miranda asked anxiously.

"Of course," said the doctor, motioning her in. "He's still pretty
groggy and he needs rest, but you can talk with him for a few minutes."

Dr. Welty stayed outside as Miranda went to Tom's side.

"Tom, Honey, it's Miranda."

His eyes opened and as he recognized her, his eyes turned to steel.

"What are you doing here? I figured you would have taken off with your
boyfriend."

"Don't Tom, please."

"What do you expect? Me fighting to protect you and you... enjoying
every minute of it!"

"Tom, I'm sorry. I... I don't know what came over me. Please, I'll do
anything to make it up to you!"

"Oh, just like that! It's, I'm sorry Tom and all is supposed to be
forgiven!"

"Please, Tom. I want to make things right between us again."

"You should have thought of that before....Ohhhhh!"

He grabbed his shoulder. Miranda looked up to see the doctor briskly
enter and check the wound.

"Get her out of here!" shouted Tom in agony, "I don't want to see her
again!"

"Perhaps it would be better if we gave him a chance to rest now."

"Yes... yes of course," she said, her eyes glazed, senses dulled by
strain, fatigue and rejection.

The doctor patted her on the back gently.

"He's delirious with the pain. I wouldn't let anything he says in this
condition worry me."

Miranda was in tears.

"But what shall we do? All our money is gone. We have nowhere to go,
nowhere to stay."

"Look," said Welty, "your husband is going to have to stay here for a
few days. I took the liberty of contacting Ellen Graves, Reverend
Graves' wife, while you were talking with your husband. They live just
down the street. I explained your situation and she agreed to let you
stay there until your husband is up and around."

"Oh Dr. Welty," she brightened a bit, "that's so kind of you. But how
are we even going to pay your bill?"

"Now don't worry. There's plenty of time for that later. Right now,
let's get you taken care of for the night. Tomorrow is another day."

She looked in on Tom once more who was sleeping fitfully.

"Are you sure he'll be all right Doctor?"

"Yes, he'll be fine. He's got a nasty wound and it will take several
days before he's up and around again, but there is no reason for undo
concern."

"I don't know how to thank you."

"No thanks necessary. Now the Graves live on the other side of the
street in the little gray house with the fence around the front yard.
You can't miss it. It isn't far. They're expecting you. I'll have the
livery take care of your horses and wagon."

Miranda got a few clothes from the wagon, stuffed them into a small bag
and started walking.


CHAPTER SEVEN

"Mrs. Graves?"

The woman who answered the door was tiny, standing less than five feet
tall. Her clothes were plain and although she wore no makeup, her
features were pleasant. She was trim with green eyes and dark auburn
hair which she wore long. She was younger than Miranda had imagined,not
more than three or four years older than Miranda herself. Given a
little attention, thought Miranda, she could be quite attractive.

The reverend's wife smiled self consciously.

"You must be Mrs. Willis. Please come in," she said, opening the door.

"We heard about your misfortune. Is your husband all right?"

"Yes," answered Miranda, "he will have to stay with the doctor a few
days, but he will be fine."

"That's good to hear."

They walked into a small sitting room where Elijah Graves sat in a
rocking chair. Miranda was shocked. The man in the chair was nearing
seventy and not in the best of health. His hands, which rested on the
chair arms, were palsied. His head and shoulders hung in a perpetual
stoop. His gaze was downward and did not vary. he seemed unaware of
their presence.

"Elijah..." her voice raised a bit, "Elijah darling, we have company."

His head slowly lifted to face them, but the eyes were dulled.

"This is Mrs. Willis. She and her husband were robbed and her husband
was wounded. Mrs. Willis will be staying a few days with us."

He made a brief motion of acknowledgement with his hand.

"I... I very much appreciate your letting me stay until Tom is better.
It's very kind of you," Miranda offered.

The wife motioned toward the door and they left quietly, Elijah
returning his stare into space.

"This way, Mrs. Willis," said the young wife, moving to the stairs.

"Please, call me Miranda."

"All right, Miranda, if you'll call me Ellen," she answered, smiling
shyly.

At the head off the stairs was a small bedroom. Ellen Graves opened the
door and they entered.

"I'm sorry it isn't larger. It's where I sleep most of the time."

Oh, please, it's fine, but I don't want to take your room."

"No, no, it's all right. I will sleep with Elijah. I haven't done that
in a while."

Ellen started to leave.

"Must you go?" asked Miranda, I'd like some company."

The young wife smiled slightly.

"That would be nice. Let me get Elijah to bed and I'll bring up some
tea. We can talk then."

She left quietly.

Miranda washed and lay down on the bed, her mind racing. She had
already determined that in the morning she would try to find employment
at one of the stores in town, at least until Tom was on his feet again.
There would be bills to pay and she would do what she could to help.
This was one way, perhaps the only way, she could convince Tom of her
sincerity and desire to make amends.

Eventually, fatigue overcame her and she drifted into sleep.


The knock at the door was soft, but it startled her. She sat up,
disoriented and for a moment images of the events of that afternoon
flashed through her mind. Again the soft knock. Gaining her composure,
Miranda opened the door.

Ellen Graves stood with a tray of tea.

"Please come in. I must have fallen asleep."

"No wonder with what you're been through today."

The young wife set the tray down and poured the tea. They both sat on
the edge of the bed.

"I can't thank you enough for giving me a place to stay. It's so very
kind."

"To tell you the truth, I am glad to have some company. We seldom get
out these days and..." her voice tailed off.

Miranda looked into the eyes of a woman aged beyond her years. A look
of hopelessness drained what might have once been an attractive face.

"I know it's none of my business, but your husband is so..."

"So much older than I am?"

Her voice took on a tone of resignation.

"It was an arranged marriage. My mother died when I was a baby. My
father became destitute and Elijah and his wife took me in. They gave
me a place to live. After his wife died, he asked me to marry him. My
father told me I owed it to Elijah and should be grateful to have a man
to care for me. Father insisted. I really didn't have much choice. We
were married eight years ago. I was sixteen."

"How long has he been...?"

"Like you saw him this evening? He was sixty when we were married and
not in the best of health then, but he's gotten progressively worse,
especially since he retired as pastor of the church. He hasn't been out
of the house in almost a year."

"And you?"

"I care for him, feed him, wash him, keep his house."

"But you're so young!"

"I don't feel young any more. The only visitors we have are church
members, most of whom are as old or older than he is."

Miranda caught Ellen's eye.

"What about...?"

Ellen's face tightened in the corners of the eyes. Her voice grew low
and pained.

"On our wedding night he tried to take me, but couldn't. He said it was
the Lord's wish and we shouldn't question it. He hasn't touched me
since."

"You mean you've never...?"

"Never," said Mrs. Graves. Her voice dropping again and avoiding
Miranda's eyes.

"I ...I tried to touch myself once, but Elijah caught me and beat me
with a hickory cane. He said such things are evil and the work of the
devil."

Tears welled in the eyes of the reverend's wife.

"Maybe I am evil. Late at night I sometimes dream of what it would be
like with a man. I have these feelings..."

"Which are perfectly natural, Ellen. You're a normal, healthy young
woman. it would be unnatural if you didn't have those feelings."

"But Elijah says they're evil."

"And you believe that?"

"He is my husband. He is master of this house and he speaks the
omnipotent word of God."

Miranda was amazed at how cowed the woman was. She saw a bit of herself
in Ellen Graves and hated her for it.

"But, surely you must have some voice in...

"None," came the quiet reply. "It is not my place to question. It is my
place to obey my husband and his powerful holy word."

"What about what you want?"

"My wants don't matter any more. I am his wife and I do that which he
wishes me to do."

"At any cost?"

There was a slight pause.

"Elijah says I will be rewarded in the hereafter."

"But, what about the here and now?" asked Miranda.

"I am content, " said the smaller woman, but her eyes betrayed her.

"Are you Ellen? Are you really?"

Ellen started to respond, but caught herself.

"I must be going. I should be looking in on Elijah."

"Yes, of course."

As they stood, Miranda placed her hand gently on Ellen's cheek.

"Perhaps we can talk again."

Ellen's own hand covered Miranda's. Her eyes flickered closed for but a
moment.

"Yes...I'd like that."

Her eyes opened and met Miranda's which conveyed a silent but strong
message to the weaker of the two.

Ellen was both frightened and strangely excited by what she read in
Miranda's look.

"I...I must be going now," she stammered as she hurried out the door.

That night as she lay in bed, Miranda began to understand fully,
perhaps for the first time, how people allow themselves to be used so
completely by others. She also began to appreciate the opportunities
which power over others could afford. And finally, she began to
understand that her mother and Vasquez simply took what they were
allowed to take -- that they preyed on Laurie's and her own weaknesses.

Find that weakness, she thought, and you can control in whatever way
you wish. People who are weak deserved to be used. The world was for
the strong. From this moment on, Miranda vowed she would be strong, she
would do the using. She would take what she wanted from others, not the
other way around. A smile crossed her lips as she thought about Ellen
Graves. The woman was starving for sex and begging to be controlled,
dominated.

It would be easy, she thought, almost too easy.


CHAPTER EIGHT

Her search for work the next day was fruitless, but, not altogether
disappointed, Miranda returned to the Graves house where she found
Ellen in the kitchen.

"Ellen, I brought you something," she said handing Ellen a rose bud.

The minister's wife was taken aback.

"For me?"

"Yes, just for you! Don't tell anyone, but I picked it from the
neighbor's garden. Wasn't that deliciously naughty?"

They both giggled.

"No one's ever brought me a flower before," breathed Ellen, her eyes
misting.

"A beautiful woman should know she is appreciated."

Again the look passed between them and again Ellen averted her eyes as
Miranda ran her fingers lightly through Ellen's hair.

Ellen's heart was beginning to race.

"I...I have to take Elijah his supper," she said, grabbing the tray and
hurrying out the door.

Later that night, Miranda waited until she heard Ellen's footsteps on
the stairs. She opened her bedroom door slightly and stood in front of
a full length mirror where she knew she would also be visible from the
hallway. She sighed deeply at the moment she knew Ellen would be
passing her door.

Indeed, the minister's wife heard the sigh and started to ask if
Miranda were all right when she inadvertently saw Miranda through the
crack in the door. Ellen was instantly mesmerized by what she saw.
Miranda began to slowly and tantalizingly disrobe in front of the
mirror. Her hands began to roam over her body as each piece of clothing
dropped to the floor.

Ellen started to turn away, knew she should, but her eyes were riveted
to the beautiful, mysterious and sensuous woman who affected her so
strangely. As she watched Miranda drop her blouse and begin to caress
her breasts, Ellen gasped for breath, feeling her own pulse quicken.
When Miranda dropped her skirt and petticoat and stood nude, Ellen
inched closer to the door, the towels she was carrying spilling
silently onto the hallway floor.

Miranda began softly moaning as one hand found her nest and she began a
slow, rhythmic thrusting. Ellen could not see the slight smile on
Miranda's face as she caught a glimpse of the young housewife in the
mirror.

Ellen's eyes traced every curve of the magnificent body before her as
her own legs began to squeeze together slightly and her hands began to
explore her own areas of forbiddance. Her nipples stiffened as she
unbuttoned her own blouse and cupped her breasts. Perspiration appeared
on her brow as she emulated Miranda's exploration of the hidden wonders
between her legs, one hand holding up her skirt while the other found
her nest.

Miranda's gasps and moans drove Ellen to deeper and more rapid probing.
She began to gasp for breath as she fought to remain silent,
undetected.

Miranda again caught sight of the peeping wife and was delighted to
note the other woman was masturbating as well. Reveling in her new
found power over Ellen Graves, Miranda bent over so her anus was
exposed to Ellen and, with legs spread, continued to masturbate. Now
looking back through her legs, she saw Ellen, one hand on her breast,
the other in her nest, thrusting deeply and rapidly. Guessing correctly
that Ellen was nearing orgasm, Miranda decided her first use of power
over the other woman would be denial. Miranda stood up and, acting as
if she only now noticed the door was ajar, started walking toward it.

The suddenly panicked woman outside quickly dropped her skirt, picked
up the towels and hurried downstairs.

Miranda stood at the door smiling as she began to contemplate how this
minister's wife would suit her needs.


CHAPTER NINE

In late afternoon of the next day, Miranda told Ellen she would love
some company and asked if Ellen would come to her room after supper,

Ellen was still shaken and embarrassed after last night and wasn't sure
she could face Miranda even though she thought she had slipped away
unseen when Miranda had come to the door. However, lacking any logical
excuse and feeling a strange sense of excitement, she agreed to stop by
as soon as she got Elijah to bed.

Miranda answered the timid knock.

"Come in."

Ellen opened the door, her eyes widened and she gasped slightly as she
saw Miranda lying on the bed wearing only a satin robe which was partly
open revealing all of her shapely legs and lots of cleavage.

"Perhaps I should come back another time," stammered the housewife,
beginning to retreat.

"No, please come in," voiced Miranda, smiling coyly, her arm brushing
the robe and briefly exposing pubic hair.

"Sit here, next to me," she said, the words half imploring, half
commanding.

Ellen sat quietly, her eyes downcast.

"Ellen, I think it's time you enjoyed yourself and, in the process,
learn who has the real power in this world."

"I... I don't know what you mean."

"Oh, I think you do," smiled Miranda. "For instance, you told me the
other night you've never been to bed with anyone."

Ellen caught something in the smile which excited yet frightened her.

"Perhaps I spoke too candidly," she said nervously. "I..."

"You were just being honest. But it was also apparent you would like
someone to take you to bed."

Ellen's mouth dropped open.

"But I have taken my vows and would never betray my husband. I could
never bring myself to be with another man."

"Who said anything about a man?"

Miranda was smiling flirtatiously. Thoughts of Laurie and their trysts
danced in her mind.

Ellen reddened, embarrassed that she had already revealed too much of
her private thoughts to another -- and a stranger at that.

"Perhaps I'd better go."

"No, stay Ellen."

The voice was quiet, but compelling.

Ellen sat back down, still uncomfortable but fascinated with the
combination looks and smiles from the woman sitting so close to her.

Miranda's hand slid seductively down her own body.

"We've only begun to get to know each other."

Ellen's eyes widened, her breathing beginning to quicken.

Miranda brought her hand under her breast cupping it so that, even
through the robe, her nipple stood out plainly.

Ellen felt her face reddening as her temperature rose uncomfortably.
Yet she could not take her eyes off Miranda and that wondrous body
which titillated her so, making her yearn with desires she never knew
existed.

"I've... I've never known anyone like you Miranda."

Miranda slid her finger momentarily to her nest and then to her lips
where she delicately and sensuously kissed, then sucked, it in her
mouth.

"Perhaps not Ellen. But you'd like to, wouldn't you?"

Ellen couldn't believe what was happening. She should be repulsed by
this outrageous behavior, yet she was spellbound, while her own body
betrayed her by responding sensually to this temptress.

Miranda let the robe fall open exposing breasts and nest hair.

"There is so much waiting for you Ellen. All you have to do is say
yes."

Ellen felt as if her body was on fire.

"Perhaps I should open a window. It seems rather hot in here," she
said, pulling at the button of her high top dress.

"Here, let me help," offered Miranda, sitting up and unbuttoning the
collar, letting her fingers slide along the other woman's neck.

"I..." Ellen faltered.

"What is it Ellen?"

"...Your fingers..."

"Oh, and how do they feel?"

"...nice... wonderful... but..."

"But what, Ellen?"

Perspiration was beginning to bead on the forehead of the housewife.

"Perhaps I should say good night," she said, attempting to rise.

Miranda's hands held her shoulders gently but firmly. Ellen offered no
resistance. Obviously she was used to being told what to do and
mindlessly obeying.

"And perhaps you should stay and explore your feelings."

"But those feelings are evil."

"Does this feel evil Ellen?" asked Miranda slipping her hand sensuously
behind the woman's ear and through her hair.

"... No... yes... no... I... don't know."

"You say your vows prevent you from taking pleasure with a man, but as
you can see I am no man," stated Miranda cupping one of her own breasts
with one hand while she spread her legs and with the other hand spread
her nest hair to expose her glistening labial lips.

Ellen's mouth flew open. She was astounded, first at the audacity of
this woman and secondly at the beauty of her body and its most intimate
recesses.

"Mrs. Willis! You... you...!"

"Yes, Ellen, I what? Choose to share my feelings, my desires, my body
with another woman? A woman who is attractive to me...and attracted to
me?"

"No... I..."

"Ellen," said Miranda, bringing the other woman's hand to her breast,
"feelings are a part of us. Some of us go through our entire lives
without expressing those feelings and the pleasures they can bring;
while others are not afraid to share, to give and to take. Women,
Ellen, have special ways of bringing pleasure, which men can never even
dream about."

Ellen started to withdraw her hand, but Miranda's strong touch
persisted and the housewife was amazed at herself as she gave a gentle
squeeze on Miranda's nipple which stiffened.

"You see Ellen, what one beautiful woman can do for another?"

"Do you really think I'm beautiful"

"Of course you are, but how can I enjoy your beauty when it's covered?"

Miranda unbuttoned Ellen's dress. Ellen's hands covered Miranda's as if
to stop her, but one look into Miranda's eyes and her hands fell away.
Miranda slowly pulled the dress down around the housewife's waist.

"The Devil is tempting me," said Ellen, her breathing rapid.

The young woman's hands instinctively covered her breasts, but
Miranda's eyes were enough. Ellen's hands fell away to reveal unusually
large breasts for a woman her size, full and firm with large dark
aureoles.

Ellen's eyes dropped in embarrassment. For only the second time in her
life, she was exposing her body to another person and, to her shame and
degradation, it was a woman. However, her shame was mixed with an
overpowering excitement as her breathing became shallow, her body
afire.

Miranda's hands lifted Ellen's head so their eyes met once again.

"They're magnificent, Ellen!"

Miranda let her hands begin a slow sensuous journey to those luscious
mounds.

"No, you shouldn't," was all Ellen could mutter, but her own hands
stayed at her sides, allowing Miranda to bring her hands under to cup
them.

"Oh, this is wicked..." breathed Ellen. "Are you sure...?"

"Very sure," answered Miranda, looking deeply into her eyes.

Her fingers started exploring the other woman's breasts.

"Oh no, you mustn't," implored the wife of the minister, but she moved
closer to Miranda instead of away.

"But then you could never feel this!" said Miranda grasping and
squeezing the nipples, feeling them harden under her touch.

"Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!"

Ellen was electrified, her pulse pounding. Her nest was soaking and her
legs began an unconscious rubbing together.

Gently Miranda laid the woman back on the bed. Her dress and
undergarments slipped off easily. Next came shoes and stockings.
Finally, Ellen Graves lay completely naked, her body squirming for
satisfaction as Miranda teasingly slid the robe from her shoulders and
let it fall to the floor.

Miranda lay beside the nearly demented housewife. Her fingers began to
explore other parts of Ellen's body. As Miranda's hand neared her nest,
the sexually crazed woman unashamedly thrust as high as possible to
capture the elusive fingers in her nest, but Miranda's fingers moved on
leaving her at fever pitch, aching for satisfaction.

Ellen 's hands roamed over Miranda's body as well, but her inexperience
made her clumsy.

"I've... never done this before."

"All the more reason to find out what pleasures I can bring you."

"But, we shouldn't be doing this. You shouldn't be touching me there or
there or..."

Miranda's fingers which had been playing in Ellen's pubic hair suddenly
entered her vagina and found her clitoris.

There was a sudden, gasping intake of air from the young minister's
wife whose mouth flew open in astonishment. Before she could recover,
her mouth was covered, her lips forced apart and a strong probing
tongue violated her all the way to her throat.

For one brief moment, she tried to free herself, but with tongue
filling her mouth, hand firmly grasping her breast and fingers touching
her where she had never been touched before, the woman was beside
herself, helpless to resist.

Ellen Graves spread her legs and began frantically thrusting, taking
Miranda's fingers ever deeper.

She pulled her mouth free for a moment.

"This is so wicked, Miranda. So vile. So sinful. So... Ohhhhh!"

Miranda had learned well from her sister, and even the short and bitter
lesson her mother had given her had not gone unlearned, so her fingers
were expert, her hands and tongue all working together to drive the
hapless housewife into sexual frenzy.

"If this is so wicked, then tell me to stop. Do you want me to stop
Ellen?"

She gave an extra flick of her finger to the woman's clit sending her
closer to uncontrolled delirious ecstasy.

"No! No! Please don't stop! Devil! You have come to torment me, seduce
me, corrupt me and I cannot resist you!"

They kissed long and hard once again, Ellen drinking heavily of the
tongue and mouth which violated her so deeply.

Miranda sensed the woman was near orgasm.

"I may be the Devil, but I'm about to take you to the closest thing to
heaven there is on earth!"

Miranda probed deeper with her tongue, squeezed Ellen's nipple a bit
harder and changed the frequency and location of her vaginal
stimulation.

Ellen's eyes opened wide in excitement and fear. Her thrusting became
frantic, her entire body now focused on a mysterious pleasure she was
about to experience for the first time.

"What... What's... Oh, what's happening to me? What is it? Ohhhhhh...
something's coming! Yes, it's coming! Oh God forgive me, it's C-O-M-I-
N-G!"

Her entire body lurched from the bed, shaking as in a seizure. Miranda
stifled her scream with another deep passionate kiss.

Falling back on the bed, Ellen's head rocked from side to side as her
nest continued to thrust on Miranda's fingers.

"What have I done? What am I doing? Feelings this good can only be the
work of the Devil!"

"Want me to stop, Ellen?"

"No! Oh God no! Please do it again. PLEASE!"

Her thrusting increased as Miranda renewed her stimulation. In moments
Ellen's second orgasm swept over her, more violent than the first.

On the verge of passing out from hyperventilation and from overwhelming
sexual ecstasy, Ellen fought for control.

"I am so wicked!"

Miranda's mouth went to Ellen's nest. Her tongue flitted over the
enlarged clitoris and Ellen climaxed again.

"I am a fornicator!"

Miranda closed her mouth on Ellen's clit and began sucking, driving
Ellen to new unbelievable heights of pleasure and another earth shaking
orgasm.

"More, Ellen?" smiled Miranda.

"Yes! Yes, you Devil, YES!"

Miranda swung across Ellen's body so they both faced the other's nest,
but Miranda straightened up a bit exposing her anus to the Minister's
wife.

"Kiss it Ellen. Put you tongue in there and suck and I'll give you even
more pleasure...or you could always go downstairs and ask Elijah for
it."

"God forgive me!" gasped Ellen, burying her tongue in Miranda's anus.

"That's it! Yes get it in deeper! Now suck, Ellen! Suck my ass!"

Miranda kissed Ellen's labial lips before again finding her hidden
mound of pleasure. Ellen climaxed again.

Miranda knew the woman was hers, but she decided to exercise her new
found power even further.

"Want even more, Ellen?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" was the eager reply.

"Then leave you tongue out but suck me as you've never sucked anything
before and I shall give you a present."

Sensing her intentions, Ellen started to object, but Miranda's tongue
found her clit once more and the woman surrendered completely. Her
mouth met the anal lips and she began sucking as Miranda's tongue
brought her, once again, to fever pitch.

As Ellen felt the orgasmic wave building, she responded to Miranda's
urgent request.

"Harder, Ellen! Suck me Harder!"

At the peak, feeling the wave ready to burst over her, Ellen felt
Miranda's body tense.

"Yes, yes it's coming to you Ellen. Eat it Ellen! if you ever want me
again, eat it!"

As the orgasm swept over her, Ellen opened her mouth to accept the two
small lumps of Miranda's waste.

"Swallow it Ellen! Swallow it and I'll give you even more!"

As the orgasm began to subside, Ellen was incredulous as to what had
transpired in only the last few minutes. She had entered the room a
demure and obedient housewife and now...now she was not only whoring
herself, but had fallen so low as to eat human waste so she might
derive more pleasure form this devil-woman. But before she could react
to the revulsion, Miranda's tongue and fingers were probing her again
and she experienced multiple orgasms.

"Swallow it, Ellen. I can keep this up all night!" Miranda reminded
her.

At that moment, Ellen Graves became the property of Miranda Hollings.

Ellen not only swallowed the waste in her mouth, but began sucking on
Miranda's anus with an enthusiasm which startled even Miranda. Over the
next few minutes Miranda emptied her bowels into the eager mouth of the
sex crazed woman.

"Now my pussy, Ellen. Suck my pussy!"

Two sets of lips found two vaginas and the women climaxed
simultaneously.

"God will punish me for my vile and wicked ways," cried Ellen as
Miranda scooted down and placing one leg under the other woman, brought
their vaginas together.

"Lord have mercy!" implored Ellen as she and Miranda began violently
thrusting, vagina against vagina.

Again they climaxed, and again.

Finally, they lay together, exhausted. Miranda kissed Ellen powerfully
and deeply.

"Do you now see who has the power here?" asked Miranda.

"Yes," was the subservient reply.

"Obey me and I shall give you more pleasure than you ever dreamed
possible," said Miranda."

"I...I never knew such feelings, such pleasure existed," said Ellen,
whose small body now hugged Miranda as closely as possible. "I know I
shall burn in everlasting Hell for what I have done here tonight. You
are the Devil, aren't you? Come to corrupt me. And God forgive me, you
have succeeded!"

Miranda started to interrupt, but an idea flashed through her mind and
she decided to play out the hand.

"You wish to be my servant?" asked Miranda.

"I will do anything you wish. My soul is lost."

Miranda could not resist another exercise of power over the demoralized
and helpless woman.

"I have to pee. You have served as a bathroom once tonight. You shall
again. On your back!"

Ellen rolled over and Miranda straddled her head. Drink the Devil's
urine you pious little slut!"

Ellen opened her mouth and covered Miranda's nest. Within moments a
smile spread across Miranda's face as the urine began flowing. First a
few drops then her bladder emptied itself in gushes as the housewife
struggled to swallow fast enough. Finally, the flow slowed and stopped.

"You spilled a few drops. Don't let that happen again!"

"Yes, Master."

"You have obeyed well. I have decided to not only make you my servant,
but my bride as well. Would you like that Ellen? Would you like to
become the Devil's bride?"

There was but a moment's hesitation, as Ellen felt Miranda's breasts
and nipples against her, Miranda's nest hair mingling with her own and
Miranda's finger inside her urging her to give the only answer she
could.

"Yes! I am yours!"

Miranda had never imagined a woman so subjugated, so totally controlled
that her feelings, her mind, her body could be manipulated like a
puppet on strings. Miranda also began to realize that she and her
mother were not so different after all.

"Then you shall become mine, forever!"

Miranda was enjoying this little act, an act that was all too real for
the young housewife.

"Lie back and spread your legs!"

Ellen quickly complied.

Miranda went to her bag. In a bottom pocket, she found the articles
which she had taken from her mother's bedroom drawer only hours before
her wedding. She, at first, had been puzzled by them, but after
considering her mother's depraved desires, and, she had to admit, her
own, she quickly figured out how they were intended to be used.

She approached Ellen with the thick needle and small ring.

"Do you, Ellen Graves, take the Devil as you Master?"

"Yes," was the solemn reply.

"Do you renounce your faith?"

"I... I..." Ellen hesitated.

"Do you renounce your faith?" Miranda repeated more emphatically.

When there was still no reply, Miranda placed her hand in the woman's
nest and flicked it over the clit. Ellen groaned and began humping
shamelessly. Miranda's tongue found Ellen's mouth and violated her
deeply.

"DO YOU RENOUNCE YOUR FAITH?" she repeated a final time.

"Yes! Yes, Yes my Master! "

"Do you give me your mind?"

"Yes, Master."

"Your body?"

"Yes, master."

"Your soul?"

"Yes my dark Master. My soul is lost. Lost to you."

"Do you consent to become the Devil's bride?"

"Yes, Master. Take me!"

Miranda was smiling. Ellen interpreted the smile as conquest. Miranda
felt that too, but she was truly enjoying playing with the woman's mind
and found Ellen's naiveté amusing. She also found the power erotic.

"You realize I can take any shape I want? I could become a snake or
even a wild stallion and rip your little cunt wide open if I choose?"

Ellen's eyes widened with fear.

"Yes, Master...I am yours. Do with me what you will."

"Then spread your legs wider!"

The frightened, excited woman did as she was bidden.

"This shall consecrate our marriage. You shall wear this ring forever.
It shall bond you to me in body, mind and soul."

Ellen was nearly in tears. Tears of sorrow for her lost soul and tears
of happiness for the demon pleasure she would no doubt continue to
reap.

"Taken by the Devil himself in a woman's body! How depraved I am!"
moaned Ellen while her nest reached higher to receive her
reward/punishment.

"Not a whimper or I shall have to punish you!"

"Yes, my evil Master."

The needle pierced one of Ellen's labial lips. She stifled a cry with
her hand. Miranda seated the ring and wiped off the single drop of
blood which appeared.

"There. It's done. You now belong to me!"

"I am yours Satan! Your depraved bride and lover! Your slave! Your
possession!"

Ellen spread her legs, raised her arms to embrace Miranda and closed
her eyes.

"My body is yours! Fill me with your satanic seed and I will bear you a
demon child!"

But Miranda was enjoying her newly discovered power and wanted Ellen to
know exactly who had the power, who was in control.

"Silence! You will speak only when I tell you to! Now get out of bed!"

Ellen obeyed soundlessly.

"Here, stand by the bed," said Miranda lying down on the edge. "Let me
see your wedding ring."

Ellen did as she was told, her head hung in servitude.

Miranda admired her work. The small golden ring stood out against the
pink labial skin and the dark pubic hair.

"Yes, I think you will make me a good wife, as long as you obey me
completely," said Miranda.

She motioned to the door.

"You may go now, but in the morning I have plans for you and that hot
little body of yours."

Ellen felt excitement between her legs once again.

"Oh please Miranda..."

"What did you call me?"

"I'm sorry Master. Please don't make me go. Elijah is in bed, long
since asleep. I'll do anything you say to be near you."

Miranda reached out and took Ellen's hand, guiding her fingers into her
own nest.

"Feel this?"

Ellen almost jumped with the jolt of pleasure as Miranda pushed Ellen's
fingers across her clitoris.

"You wish to be near me, fine! You will sleep on the floor, next to the
bed, naked."

Miranda slipped under the covers.

"But you must demonstrate yourself worthy! You will use your fingers
tonight to bring yourself to ecstasy no less that twelve times as you
lie there wishing it were me, my fingers, my tongue. Twelve times. Do
you understand?"

"Yes, my Demon Master."

"Then turn down the lamp and remember, even though I sleep, my spirits
will be watching you and counting. So you had better make sure they
know each time you come."

Ellen did as she was told, lying on the cold floor in a fetal position
to try to keep warm, fingers in her vagina, learning how to find new
pleasures and feeling both elation and vilification. Her salvation
gone, her only future now lay with this she-demon who possessed her.

A slight smile crossed Miranda's lips. She was especially pleased with
the turn of events this evening. Although Ellen Graves was possessed of
a fine body which had given Miranda much pleasure, she hated the woman
for being so weak, much as she had been with her mother, manipulated,
used and then discarded; and the way Vasquez had taken what he wanted
and then exposed her uncontrollable passion to Tom.

Well, never again! From this moment on, it will be Miranda Willis who
holds the power. She would use this weak woman and when she no longer
suited Miranda"s purposes, she would be discarded. That was what the
powerful did to the weak.

It was a quiet night as the moon rose high in the western sky. Miranda
slept, the only sound in the room that of a woman's pants punctuated by
a periodic, frantic whisper of, "I'm coming again for you Satan!"


CHAPTER TEN

Miranda awoke and immediately looked to the floor. Ellen lay curled up
asleep, thumb in mouth, two fingers of her other hand in her nest.

As Miranda stirred slightly, the minister's wife also awoke.

"Come here," commanded Miranda.

Ellen obeyed silently.

"Did you do last night as I told you?" inquired Miranda threateningly.

"I... I..."

Miranda grabbed the labial ring, pulling it down painfully and forcing
Ellen closer.

"Better tell me the truth! You know my demons are everywhere! They spy
on you constantly! I know everything you do or feel or even think!"

Miranda read the guilt in Ellen's face.

"I already know! Now confess!"

"Oh, Master, I tried! Really I did! Nine times I found special
pleasure... but I was so tired... I... fell asleep."

Her head hung in shame and fear.

Miranda was appreciating the power her mother must have felt in
dominating Laurie and her that afternoon, but she also knew she must
gain absolute dominion over this woman if her plans were to
materialize. Such disobedience could not be overlooked. She stood
towering over the shorter woman.

The backhand across the face caught Ellen by surprise. She slumped to
her knees grabbing Miranda by the legs in supplication.

"I have offended you, Master. Do with me what you will. I deserve
whatever punishment you give."

There were tears in the eyes of the pastor's wife.

"Get up you sniveling little bitch!" said Miranda, pulling the woman to
her feet by the hair.

"Disobey me again and I'll leave you to get what satisfaction you can
from that moldy piece of manhood downstairs!"

"No, please," begged Ellen.

"There is much to do today. Now get dressed and see to Elijah. Then
take a bath and return here. I have plans for you!"

The housewife started to leave.

"Wait! First, tart, come here and service me!" ordered Miranda, placing
one leg on the bed and baring her nest.

Ellen obeyed at once with enthusiasm of mouth and tongue. Miranda
climaxed quickly.

"Now be gone with you!"

Ellen left, smiling that she had, been able to please her demon master.

As Miranda prepared for her bath, the idea which had occurred to her
last night began to crystallize as a deliciously profitable and
decadent plan.


There was again that same timid knock at the door.

"Come in," answered Miranda who had been anticipating Ellen's return
for the last hour.

Ellen entered quietly.

"Have you done as I ordered?"

"Yes, Master," replied the woman in that weak tone of subservience
Miranda had come to hate, but which she was now determined she would
put to good use.

"Strip!"

As Ellen was disrobing, Miranda went once again to her bag and to the
hidden compartment filled with her mother's pilfered spoils. As the
last garment fell away, Miranda turned around to face her slave of love
and depravity.

Ellen's eyes widened as they fell on the huge single dildo in Miranda's
hand. She gasped slightly.

"Know what this is?"

"It... it looks like..."

"That's right, and you Ellen Graves are going to learn how to screw,
first this dildo and then real men!"

"But my husband... I couldn't."

"You're married to me now, or had you forgotten?"

"No, master but this ring, my vows," she pleaded, touching the wedding
band on her finger.

"Mean nothing now! You've sold your soul for pleasures of the flesh.
You've already violated all your precious vows. Now take it off!

Ellen looked pleadingly, hesitated.

"Take it off or you'll never touch me again!"

Slowly the ring came off her finger.

"Give it here!"

Ellen placed the ring in Miranda's hand.

Miranda sneered down at the helpless woman. She grabbed the labial ring
and pulled hard bringing tears to Ellen's eyes.

"This ring is the only one that matters from now on! Do you
understand?"

"...Yes, Master."

"Your soul is lost Ellen! You bargained it away last night for the
opportunity to stick your face between my legs! You are damned forever!
Your only course is to obey me and take what pleasure I see fit to give
you!"

"...Yes... yes... lost forever."

"Now lie back on the bed and spread your legs! You are about to learn
how to satisfy a man with your mouth, your cunt and that tight little
ass of yours!"


CHAPTER ELEVEN

"Then we have a deal?"

"Let me get this straight," said Bart Manning, the saloon owner who
also ran the brothel upstairs, "you have your own girl - working out of
Pastor Graves upstairs bedroom of all places - and you're willing to
cut me in for half if I supply you with customers?"

"Right," said Miranda assuredly.

They sat at a back table in the saloon.

"Why should I send you customers when I can get ninety percent of the
take here?

Because you said yourself you sometimes don't have enough girls, and
besides when I'm ready to move on I'll give you the girl."

"Who is she?"

"Let's just say she's a young woman who has spent too much of her life
saving it and who is now only too ready to be deflowered."

"Naw, it couldn't be. El...?"

"Tell you what. You can have the first piece. No cost. If she isn't
everything I've said, then the deal's off and you just got some for
free."

"But Ellen Graves? Why she's never done anything except stick her head
in the church door every time it was open. Ellen? Are you sure?

She looked at him knowingly and nodded.

"You know what they say about preacher's wives. How can you lose?"

"Lady, you got yourself a deal!"

"And Mr. Manning?"

"Why yes, Mrs. Willis?"

"Get your hand off my knee or I'll blow your balls off!"

His hand jerked away.

Her hand came to the top of the table momentarily showing him the
Derringer and then disappeared under the table again. Obviously her
threat was not an idle one.

"If you ever so much as touch me again, I'll kill you. This is a
business deal. That's all. Understand?"

"Yeah, sure lady, whatever you say."

"Just as long as we understand each other," she said. "Now shall we say
about eight o'clock?"

He nodded.

"The front door will be unlocked. Just come up the stairs, it's the
first door on the left. Old man Graves probably couldn't hear a
gunfight going on in his own living room, but just to be on the safe
side, try to be as quiet as your can."


Miranda dropped by the doctor's office but Tom still refused to see
her. It stung that it was she who was once again being rejected. But,
she would win him back... and then they would see.


Ellen was alluring. There was no other word to describe her. Miranda
had fixed her hair that afternoon and shown her how to use just a touch
of makeup. Her eyes were darker now, more mysterious. The frilly and
revealing lingerie Miranda had borrowed at the saloon, showed plenty of
leg and cleavage.

"Please, Master, I'm not sure..."

"Well I am. You're ready. As well as I worked you over with that dildo
today, you could take any three men!"

"But..."

"Are you forgetting whose ring you wear through your lips?"

"No, Master."

"Well don't. And remember, it's not enough that you submit. You have to
make him love it. Sell yourself by whatever it takes. He'd better like
it or you'll be back making lonely wishes in your room again."

There was fear again in Ellen's eyes.

"Please, you wouldn't leave me?"

"Disappoint Mr. Manning and you'll see how fast you find yourself
alone."

There was a knock at the door.

Miranda opened it enough to see Manning waiting in the hall, a bit
nervously.

"Come in, come in," she said gesturing as she opened the door wider.

He stepped in and she closed the door.

His eyes fell on Ellen, who despite repeated warnings form Miranda,
cast her eyes downward.

"Shall we drop the formalities. Bart, this is Ellen, your entertainment
for the evening."

"Well, aren't you the prettiest thing I ever saw!"

Ellen blushed.

"Care for a drink Mr. Manning?"

Miranda had bought the bottle of scotch with Ellen's household money.

She poured drinks for both Manning and Ellen, who tried sipping the
whiskey, but the taste was so awful she decided to down it all at once,
whereupon she lost her breath sputtering and coughing.

Manning and Miranda both laughed.

"You see, I told you she was no jaded saloon girl. You're getting a
fresh virgin, Manning, and your customers will pay dearly for her."

Miranda turned to the girl who was still standing.

"Ellen, show Mr. Manning what you have to offer."

Ellen reddened. She looked to Miranda, then to Manning and back to
Miranda, uncertain.

Miranda impatiently gestured to the woman who slowly, reluctantly began
to disrobe. Ellen was trying to please her master, but at the same time
was shot through with embarrassment and shame.

When the last stocking fell to the floor, Ellen stood nude before them.

Miranda noticed that Manning was already having an erection.

"Ellen, turn around and bend over!"

The pastor's wife slowly complied.

"Fresh!" said Miranda. "Tight and ready to be taken!"

Manning was already tearing at his clothes.

"Ellen, help Mr. Manning with his pants!"

His hands dropped away as she unfastened his belt and slid down his
pants. Bart Manning's husky nude frame towered over Ellen. He was close
to six feet four and weighed over two hundred and forty pounds. His
erection was full and throbbing.

"Why don't you show Mr. Manning what a talented mouth you have, Ellen?"

She reached up on her tiptoes and he down to her and their lips met,
his tongue driving into her mouth. Knowing how important this was to
her future with Miranda, Ellen drank him heavily and flicked her own
tongue over his. How desperately she needed to make him want her.

"No, no Ellen, you can do better than that!" urged Miranda.

Ellen knew what was expected. Miranda had coached her all afternoon.
Her lips began dropping first to his neck, then a slight bite on his
nipples which brought an erective jerk. Going to her knees, her hands
found his throbbing penis. As his hands grabbed her hair to pull her to
him, her mouth opened and she took him completely. He was large and
long, but Miranda had made her virtually swallow the dildo until she
could relax enough t to take it far down her throat without choking.
Her lips met his pubic hair. He was amazed, never having had a woman
take all of him. She brought him out and began sucking, licking and
kissing.

"And now if you will excuse me," said Miranda heading for the door

"Oh, no, must you leave?" begged Ellen.

"Perhaps Mr. Manning would prefer a little more privacy."

"Hey, two women are just fine with me," he said smiling.

"Very well then. Ellen do what you do so well!"

The wife of the pastor lay back spreading her legs and pursing her lips
at Manning as she had been instructed.

"Do you prefer it from the front or the rear, Mr. Manning?" asked
Miranda. "Show it to him Ellen!"

The woman turned over and brought her knees under her, forcing her nest
and anus into view of the lusting man.

Ellen Graves lost her virginity in the split second it took Manning to
drive his phallus past her labial lips and far into her vagina. She
grunted with this momentary pain.

He was quickly driving deeply into her with repeated thrusts, and
although she offered no resistance, neither did she respond as
energetically as Miranda wished.

"Mr. Manning would you mind?" said Miranda dropping her skirt.

"Not at all," he smiled between pants and grunts.

Miranda climbed onto the head of the bed and, on her knees, she leaned
backward and brought Ellen's head between her spread legs. Ellen's
tongue found her nest and began a frenzied probing.

Taking Ellen's head in her hands, Miranda reached down and kissed her
deeply, while Manning's thrusts continued.

She leaned against Ellen's ear and whispered, "You'd better make this
the best piece he's ever had or this will be the last taste of me you
ever get!"

Ellen's body seemed to erupt into a frenzy of motion, writhing, and
thrusting as she lunged against the muscular frame taking his phallus
completely inside her. She knew she was too small for this man and the
pain was excruciating, but she thrusted with a desperation that drove
her to new heights of energy and determination.

As Manning drove into her yet again, he reached up to grab Miranda'
breast. She slapped his hand away with a look that would have frozen
most men, but Manning was too excited, too intent on the pleasure
before him to allow that momentary diversion to distract him.

Miranda again bent over to Ellen's ear.

" You'd better come, bitch, because what you're going to get next isn't
going to be any fun!"

Ellen's hand reached back under her to begin touching herself. It
wasn't long before the combination of a huge penis in her vagina, her
own fingers on her clit, and the sweet and exciting taste of her demon
lover's nest brought her to climax.

She screamed into Miranda's nest as her thrusts doubled in intensity.

Miranda gauged Manning would not be far behind.

"And now Manning, take her rear. Take the tightest little hole you've
ever been in!"

Ellen's screams were renewed but this time they were not screams of
ecstasy, but of pain, as Manning drove his twelve inches of manhood
into her unprepared anus. Even the dildo this afternoon had not
prepared her for this. Her insides felt as if they would explode. And
still he thrust into her, driving deeper with each thrust.

Miranda bent to her ear a final time.

"Better make him like it!"

Ellen mustered all the courage she had, and in a desperate lunge rammed
herself backward as his powerful thrust came forward and took him
completely into her.

He climaxed immediately. Ellen held herself to him as his semen flowed
into her.

Finally, satisfied, he withdrew and fell onto the bed. Ellen collapsed
forward in exhaustion and pain.

Miranda refastening her skirt looked at the prone figures on the bed.

"Well, Mr. Manning. Is she as good as I said she was?"

"Better! God Ellen, I never knew you had this in you!"

Ellen buried her face in the covers.

"We have a deal then?" asked Miranda.

"Do we ever. When can she start?"

"Shall we say tomorrow?" Miranda suggested.

"Sure. How many can she handle a night?"

"Let's start her out slowly, say five or six a night. We should have
her up to ten or twelve within a week or two."

"Great," said Manning getting dressed, "but there is one more thing."

"Oh?"

"Yes, I want her at least once a week myself. She's very good!"

"You surely don't expect to continue to get her for free?"

"Why not? I am your business partner."

"Then why don't we say half price. And speaking of price, what do you
think we can get for her?" Miranda asked.

"Well, the girls at the saloon get a dollar, sometimes two. As good as
she is, you should get ten to fifteen easily. These cowboys ain't rich,
but when the word gets around, they'll even save their drinking money
for a piece of her."

He gave Miranda a long look.

"I'd pay triple that for a piece of you too."

Miranda's eyes narrowed. The look she gave him now sent a chill up his
spine.

"All right. Just asking."

He finished dressing and left.

Miranda turned to Ellen who was still lying on her stomach in a state
of utter exhaustion and pain.

"Well my little church whore, you didn't do badly tonight. But this is
only the beginning. You are going to make me lots of money. Better get
a good night's rest, you're going to need it! Now get out of my bed!"

Ellen felt as if her body were made of lead. Every part of her ached,
but as she slipped off the bed the intense pain in her rectum and
vagina crippled her and she collapsed to the floor. She tried to stand,
but couldn't.

"What is it?" Miranda asked impatiently.

"I have to go to the bathroom...I can't get up."

"Then crawl, but don't you dare mess this room!"

Ellen began crawling slowly, painfully to the door. The pain was
excruciating as she reached to turn the doorknob. Crawling into the
hallway, exhaustion, shame, and a badly abused body betrayed her as she
helplessly urinated and defecated on herself. Overwhelmed by her guilt
and racked with pain, Ellen Graves fainted dead away amid her own body
waste.


CHAPTER TWELVE

Within only a few days, Miranda's business was thriving. The first
night, Ellen had "entertained" only four customers, but the word soon
spread and now from sundown until the early morning hours, Ellen
virtually never left the bed, as an endless parade of cowboys,
vagrants, and, not a few, "respectable" businessmen partook of her
pleasures.

Even Ellen's cousin with whom she had gown up, had paid his money for a
tumble with what was being billed as the tightest little piece in town.

When Ellen had recognized him, she had refused, but to Miranda a paying
customer was a paying customer. So with Miranda looking on, Ellen had
been forced to take him in mouth, nest and anus. He had been back three
times and admittedly was using rent money for what he called "the best
cousin money could buy"!

Tom still refused to see Miranda, but the doctor told her he would be
up and around in a week or so. At her request, he also said he would
talk with Tom to see if Tom would at least agree to talk with her.

Miranda was pleased. Even with a fifty-fifty split with Manning, she
was still clearing forty to sixty dollars a night. She was, of course,
giving Ellen nothing. Her only inconvenience was having to occupy
another room down the hall, since Ellen and her customers kept her
original bedroom busy.

Miranda was aware, however, that she could double or triple her intake
by catering to a higher clientele. It was with this in mind that she
had been busy most of the day in arranging a "special" evening.

Returning in late afternoon, she found Ellen in the kitchen preparing
Elijah's supper.

"Hurry up and finish with the old man. I have something special planned
tonight!"

Ellen looked up from tired eyes saying nothing.

"I have arranged for some special guests to get a look at you tonight.
Williams the banker, Russet the cattleman, Billings the owner of the
silver mine. When they get a look at you in bed, I'll have no trouble
tripling our current prices. Wear the black outfit. I'll do your hair.
With an important audience like this, I want a special performance from
you tonight!"

"Master, please. I can't keep this up. I'm up most of the night. I..."

"If you need more sleep," sneered Miranda, "just sleep through in the
morning."

"But I have to see to Elijah."

"To hell with the old man! What does it matter anyway? All he does is
sit and stare!'

"But he's my..."

Ellen gasped wishing she could take back what had just escaped her
lips.

"Your what Ellen?... Your what?"

Miranda grabbed her hair, pulling the shorter woman to her and looking
directly into Ellen's eyes. Ellen looked up through tears, in fright.
Miranda's sudden savage kiss was strong and deep. Ellen yielded, giving
herself to the woman whose slave she had become.

"Whose wife are you Ellen?" Who's ring do you wear? Who owns your mind,
your body, your soul?"

"...You Master."

"You belong to me! No one else! Make that mistake again and I'll throw
the old man out in the street!

"...Yes my Master of Darkness."

And with that Ellen silently served Elijah's meal and prepared her
bath.

The small bedroom was crowded. All ten men were wealthy by southern
Arizona standards. Some had already heard about Ellen, others hearing
about her for the first time when approached by Miranda. About two
thirds were married, but far more important to Miranda, all had brought
a wallet brimming with cash. They were anxious to see what had been
promised them and were more than willing to pay.

"Gentlemen," said Miranda stepping to the center of the gathering, "I
apologize for the cramped quarters, but I assure you, you will consider
it a small inconvenience when you see what I have to offer you!"

The door opened and Ellen walked seductively to the bed as Miranda had
prompted her.

The black corset-like bodice held her breasts high, showing lots of
cleavage and barely covering her nipples. It narrowed at her small
waist and ended in high cut legs trimmed in frilly lace which only
began to cover her cheeks. She wore black fishnet stockings and
matching high heel shoes.

The men were dumbfounded. They stood in stunned silence as Ellen, at
Miranda's cue, began to slowly and sensually undress.

"Gentlemen," said Miranda, "this is Ellen, who is about to perform for
you. As she does so I will accept bids for the honor of being the first
to do more than look. Bids close when the last item of clothing is gone
and whoever has the high bid at that point has her for as long as he
likes, in any way he likes. The rest of you may, of course, have your
turn...but isn't being the first always best?

Ellen stepped out of one of the shoes.

"Twenty dollars!" came out of the crowd.

The other shoe was discarded.

"Thirty!" came another offer.

She raised a leg onto the edge of the bed and began rolling down a
stocking.

"Fifty!" said one of the out of towners.

"Sixty!"

She began taking down her other stocking and stroking her legs from
toes to hips.

"Seventy-five!"

She ran her hands sensuously over the black bodice cupping her breasts
while Miranda watched her pupil with approval.

"One hundred dollars!" said the mine owner.

Ellen's hands went between the cups of her garment and began to
tantalizingly undo the hooks which would allow the garment to fall,
completing her nudity and closing the bidding.

"One ten!"

"One twenty!"

The first two hooks were undone and the top of her bodice fell
slightly, revealing her firm full breasts.

Despite Miranda's coaching and threats, Ellen's eyes lowered
momentarily in shame and embarrassment.

"One fifty!" offered the banker.

Her fingers began to undo the next hook.

Miranda was smiling broadly

"Wait a minute!" said one of the men closest to the door.

They all turned as he opened the door and listened.

"There's somebody calling for Ellen down there," he said, motioning
downstairs. "I'm not sure, but I think it's that old man I saw in the
living room as I came in."

"Elijah!" said Ellen.

"Never mind!" commanded Miranda, just ignore him!"

"But he needs me!" pleaded Ellen.

"I said ignore him!"

"I... can't... I'm sorry. I must see that's he's all right!" said Ellen
rushing toward the door.

"Who is he?" asked one of the men as she pushed past, "your father?"

"No," said Ellen hurrying out the door and down the stairs, "he's my
husband!"

Miranda was infuriated, but determined not to let this opportunity
escape.

"Sorry about this little interruption gentlemen, but..."

Her mind was racing. A new plan was forming, a plan of punishment and
profit.

"...this room is not really big and comfortable enough anyway. Why
don't we reconvene downstairs where you'll find the accommodations more
to your liking."

"But her husband?" someone asked.

"He Is an old man who gets his entertainment from watching his young
wife with other men!"

"But what about the bids?" asked the banker.

"We can continue them down there, she said, "or I have something else
in mind which you may like even better!"

Miranda led the way. As they filed into the living room, Ellen looked
up in surprise.

"He had a leg cramp. It's all right now."

"That's good, Ellen", said Miranda in front of the others.

She walked over taking Ellen firmly by the arm and starting into the
kitchen.

"Gentlemen, make yourselves comfortable. We'll be right back."

Once in the kitchen, Ellen, knowing Miranda was incensed, began to
apologize.

"I'm sorry, Master. I was afraid it might have been something serio..."

The vicious slap brought her up short.

Miranda whispered so as not to be overheard, but there was venom in her
words.

"You bet you're going to be sorry you little slut!"

"Master, please!"

"Shut up you little whore. Not only did you once again refer to that
worthless piece of meat in the other room as your husband but..."

"I'm sorry, Master. I know I am Satan's bride. I know I have given
myself to you, that I am yours for eternity. I know I shall burn in
everlasting damnation for what I have done but..."

"Silence! One more word and I'll kill that old man. Do you understand?"

Ruled by fear, Ellen nodded silently, her head hung in subjugation.

"Not only that, but you nearly ruined a great business deal! Well,
there will be a change in plans. You're going in there and give them a
performance they won't soon forget!"

"In there?" gasped Ellen, "but Elijah...?"

"You should have thought of that before you damn near ruined
everything. Anyway, perhaps it's time he found out what his pretty
little caretaker does from dusk until dawn!"

"No, please!"

"What did you say?"

"Please, Master! He'll see me!"

Miranda grabbed Ellen's hair and pulled her face close.

"That's the whole idea! Now get your tight cunt out there and give them
what they want. And they had better be well satisfied or you and Elijah
will both suffer!"

Ellen began weeping softly.

Miranda slapped her twice, hard.

"Stop your sniveling you mindless little religious bitch. Your soul is
already lost. There is nothing left to be ashamed of, nothing more your
God can do to you. But I can! Now get out there!"

Silently Ellen obeyed.

Miranda walked back into the room with a broad smile.

"Gentlemen, with your permission, Ellen has suggested an alternate form
of entertainment. She wishes to make you a wager."

Miranda took ten small pieces of paper and numbered them one to ten.
She then dropped them into a cup.

"The game is this. Each of you will wager fifty dollars which you will
deposit with me and then draw a number from the cup. Numbers one
through five will go first. Ellen will take all five of you at once and
if any one of you is disappointed, you will get your money back.
Numbers six through ten will get the same offer. Agreed? After all how
can you lose?"

It was only moments until Miranda had five hundred dollars in her hand.

"Now let's see," said Miranda arranging a small low table in the middle
of the room and covering it with a blanket.

"What about her husband?" asked one of the men.

"Oh Elijah just loves to watch, don't you Elijah?" said Miranda pulling
his chair up front where he could not help but see what was about to
transpire.

Ellen burned with shame and anguish.

"Show them what they're getting Ellen!"

The housewife's hand finished unlatching the last hooks and the bodice
slid to the floor.

Ellen Graves stood naked in front of the ten leering men whose
erections already bulged their pants, her husband whose tired eyes
lifted in pain to see her standing nude before him and a roomful of
strangers and the woman Ellen believed was Satan incarnate. Ellen
despised herself for what she allowed Miranda to command her to do, but
knew she was helpless to resist.

"Show them Ellen!"

Ellen laid back on the small table, lifted her legs high grasping each
ankle as she spread herself to the leering customers.

"Here Elijah!" said Miranda keeping the old man's face toward Ellen as
he tried to look away, "see what you've been missing!"

"And now gentlemen, the payoff begins," announced Miranda.

"Who has slip number one?" she asked.

One of the men from out of town came forward. Ellen stood up as he
undressed and lay on his back on the table.

At Miranda's cue, Ellen straddled him and lowered herself onto his
erect penis. Leaning her hands on his chest, she began lifting and
lowering herself to meet his thrusts.

That's one!" said Miranda. "Now if we may have numbers two and three!"

The two men stood on either side of Miranda and dropped their pants.
Ellen took a waiting penis in each hand. She leaned first to one side,
then to the other and took each cock down her throat. Returning to her
original position, she began the stroking with her hands that would
lead to their eventual orgasms.

"That's three!" announced Miranda, "and now for number four!"

The mine owner came forward. Dropping his pants, he stood beside the
shoulder of the man lying on his back. Ellen had been averting Elijah's
disbelieving eyes, but now her eyes closed as she tried to put out of
her mind the knowledge that her husband was watching her deprave
herself. She leaned forward and took the throbbing erection in her
mouth. He began thrusting and she took him completely as Miranda had
taught her, then began the repeated alternation of mouth to throat as
her lips and tongue played over his phallus.

"And now for number five!" smiled Miranda.

The burley rancher came forward and Miranda positioned him directly
behind Ellen and between the legs of the prone man whose penis was
filling her nest. Ellen's rear was high in the air. Miranda put her
finger briefly in her mouth and then thrust it into Ellen's anus.
Withdrawing, Miranda looked t the erect rancher.

"She's all yours!'

He took her eagerly, ramming his penis completely inside her with one
powerful and massive thrust.

Ellen almost fainted with the pain but recovered quickly, knowing her
mentor/tormentor would wreak even greater punishment if she failed in
the slightest way.

And so as the others watched, Ellen humped, jerked, sucked and thrust
in wild abandon. Sweat poured off her as her body writhed in constant
contortions to assure the men would get what they wanted.

The near simultaneous orgasms filled her rectum, vagina, hands and
mouth with what seemed a river of semen.

Dripping wet and exhausted, she lay momentarily on the table as the men
withdrew. Her eyes fleetingly met those of Elijah whose face showed
pain and revulsion. Again Ellen closed hey eyes. Why, oh why, had she
ever allowed that she-devil to seduce her? How could she ever have
allowed her body and soul to be taken, to agree to such unpardonable
sin as she was now committing? Tears welled in her eyes. She was lost!
Damned forever for her lust and depravity! Miranda was right. She was
nothing but a common whore, who deserved everything which was happening
to her.

As her eyes opened she was staring into Miranda's face only inches from
her own.

"Get up bitch! You have lots more to do!" whispered Miranda.

Ellen staggered to her feet. She was trying to act eager, but her body
was exhausted.

Miranda bent near her ear again.

"Do this and I'll let you taste my nest tonight!"

It was like a shot of adrenaline. The mere thought of the nest which
first had seduced her, consumed Ellen with a fire she could not quench.
To satisfy her own carnal lust, while serving her devil master, was all
she could ever ask. Driven to consummate, once again, her demonic
nuptials, Ellen threw herself onto the table again grabbing her ankles
and revealing all.

"Come and get it!" she said in her most seductive voice.

Quickly, every orifice of her body was crammed full as her hands also
worked feverishly to fulfill what she now eagerly accepted as her
duties as wife and servant of her demon lover.

Again her body was filled and covered with seminal fluid. She drank
heavily as her mouth was suddenly filled with sperm. As the second
group of men stood back exhausted, she rubbed their semen over her face
and body seductively. She now knew her destiny. Her only reason to
exist, she realized, was to please Satan or to be more exact, this
satanic female form the devil had taken in order to seduce her. No
longer was there doubt. No longer was there hesitation. She threw
herself into her long awaited acceptance of damnation with gusto.

"Anyone want seconds?" she asked to Miranda's delight.

Six of the men took her up on her offer. Three wanted her oral
pleasures, one her nest and the others took her anally.

She enthusiastically took them two at a time and brought them off
quickly asking the crowd, "and who else wants a piece of me again?"

Miranda was surprised as well as pleased. Always the mousy little Ellen
had had to be coaxed, coerced. She had been submissive, but never eager
except when she fed at Miranda's nest. Now she was almost attacking the
men, driving herself in wild abandon to new heights of sexual frenzy
and, to Miranda's amusement, depravity.

Two more of the men became so aroused with her sensual antics that they
reexperienced erections and took her again, one of them for the third
time.

It was an exhausted but totally satisfied ten men who left the Graves
home that night, all swearing they had never seen or laid anything like
this amazing wildcat, named Ellen. A knowing look passed between Ellen
and Miranda - they would be back - and often!

Miranda shut the front door and locked it, not wishing for them to be
disturbed. She walked over to Elijah, pausing momentarily to look down
at Ellen who, still naked, was spread-eagled on the table still panting
heavily.

"Well, Elijah, enjoy the show?"

The old man looked up slowly with revulsion in his face.

"Ellen?"

The old man's wife rose from the table, smiling.

"How could you?" Elijah said weakly.

"How could I? How could I?" responded Ellen. "You took my womanhood and
hid it behind long dark skirts because you," she almost sneered,
"weren't man enough to take it! You've never let me go anywhere, do
anything. I've never ever had any fun. Well now I'm in league with your
eternal enemy, the Devil....and you know what Elijah, I LIKE IT! The
master may debase me, but he also sets me free - free to do any or all
the things that were never allowed, never even dreamt of!"

"So," said the old man, "you fornicate with men!"

"And the Devil!" added Ellen defiantly.

"Shall we show him Ellen?" said Miranda.

Ellen laid back on the table looking up to Miranda who quickly
undressed and swung across her.

Miranda's nest was only inches from Ellen's waiting, eager mouth.

Elijah started to look away but could not, repulsed, yet fascinated by
the forbidden.

"Let me show you how the Devil fornicates with your precious young
wife," said Miranda, almost spitting out the last word.

She lowered herself onto Ellen's mouth where tongue found clit quickly.
Ellen's hands fondled Miranda's breasts as Miranda squirmed to take
Ellen's tongue even deeper into her.

Miranda was nearing orgasm as Elijah turned away.

"No, look here old man!" shouted Miranda, "the Devil is coming into
your wife's mouth!'

Miranda's body shivered as the climax swept over her.

"Watch, as your wife sucks every drop of demon seed and swallows it!
Perhaps she will conceive a demon child!"

Sickened, Elijah finally managed to turn away.

Miranda went quickly to the bag she always kept near and which she had
brought earlier when she had led the men downstairs.

Withdrawing an unusually thick fourteen inch dildo, she fitted it to a
harness, the same harness her mother had used on that afternoon not so
long ago.

"Now watch, you pious old bastard, as Satan takes your little bitch in
both nest and rear!"

Ellen quickly turned over, bringing her knees under her and scooting
until her rear and nest were near the edge of the table.

Miranda strapped the harness around her waist and thighs and neared the
woman from behind.

"See Elijah, how she craves it. It could tear her to pieces yet she
squirms to get closer, to have it all! Watch, Elijah, watch as Satan
reams your wife's ass and cunt!"

Miranda drove the dildo far into Ellen's rear. The woman screamed, a
mixture of pain and pleasure -- pain from the huge phallus driving into
her anus, twice as long and big around as the largest penis she had yet
taken, and pleasure in her own depravity and the approval of Miranda,
which she was determined to win at any cost.

"Notice how she squirms on it, Elijah. But it's only about half way in
and she knows she won't get it in her little cunt until she takes it
all up her ass!"

Elijah looked to Ellen, her face contorted with erotic pain.

"Give it to me Master," screamed Ellen, "my ass is yours!"

Miranda responded by thrusting with all her might and leaning the full
weight of her body downward into the woman. Ellen shrieked in agony and
fainted as Miranda felt the harness butt against Ellen's cheeks telling
her the woman had taken the dildo completely.

"She's good, Elijah. Good fresh meat for the Devil! Watch now as she
collects her reward for pleasing her master!"

Miranda rolled the unconscious woman onto her back, arms and legs
splaying to the four corners of the table.

"Now watch as the Devil rapes your wife, Elijah!"

She fell upon the woman as a jungle cat would pounce upon its prey. She
jammed the dildo into Ellen's nest viciously, the unconscious woman
crying out, her eyes opening but for one painful moment and then
lapsing back into a faint. Miranda began a steady thrusting using about
two thirds of the dildo. Her mouth neared Ellen's.

"Watch how she returns Satan's kiss.!"

Her mouth went to Ellen's, tongue parting lips and penetrating the
smaller woman's mouth and throat.

Reviving to find Miranda in both her mouth and nest, Ellen's arms went
around her Master, pulling Miranda closer. She began thrusting to take
the dildo deeper and her own tongue began playing with Miranda's. She
drank deeply from Miranda, her own pants and moans accentuating her
sensual desires.

"Tell him what it's like, Ellen," said Miranda.

"Oh, Elijah, if you only knew! Those men tonight were good, but to take
Satan's axe handle in me, to feel him reach where no one has reached
before, to split my cunt asunder with his monstrous rod!...And you
wonder why I worship him!"

Ellen thrusted harder, taking even more of the shaft within her. They
kissed again as Ellen's passion built to a fever pitch.

Her entire body trembled as her thrusts became frantic, frenzied and
convulsive.

"Take me Satan! I'm yours!" she cried.

One more powerful thrust by both woman and the dildo was buried within
her. She orgasmed instantly.

"I'm coming Master. I'm coming to you! ...Ohhhhhhh!"

As the smaller woman fell back in a paroxysm of shivers, Miranda began
withdrawing.

"Oh please, more!" begged Ellen.

"Not now," replied Miranda, standing and looking to Elijah.

"Perhaps you might wish to let Elijah know what he has been missing all
these years."

The naked woman walked to within inches of her husband. She placed one
leg on his chair and began masturbating.

"You've taken my youth, old man. You could have given and you would
have gotten so much in return. But, even now you have no idea what you
missed. Well, let Satan's bride give you a taste of what you could have
had!"

She bent over and began to undo his pants. He raised his arms to resist
but Miranda held them from behind.

Ellen opened his pants, taking his flaccid penis in her hand.

"Not much of a tool Elijah. No wonder you only tried that once.
However, I am Satan's now and I'll find out if there's any life left in
you!"

Kneeling, she took his penis in her mouth and began sucking and
licking. The man tried to squirm away, but was no match for the two
women.

"Ah," said Ellen smiling, "There's life in you yet!"

Despite himself, Elijah was experiencing erection.

She continued with hand and mouth until he was firm.

"Perhaps you'd like to know just how good I am," said Ellen, "what you
could have had!"

She stood, turned around and lowered herself, guiding him into her nest
as she sat on his lap. She began an easy up and down movement on him,
making him even harder.

Miranda brought his hands around Ellen from behind and held them firmly
on Ellen's breasts.

"Come on, old man, screw me!" yelled Ellen, masturbating as she rode
him harder and faster.

"Maybe he'd like it where it's tightest of all?" suggested Miranda.

"Yes," said Ellen, "stay hard now old man and you can have the tightest
piece of ass in town!"

She raised quickly, guiding his penis out of her nest and in one motion
sat firmly down again, ramming his erection into her anus.

Elijah was beside himself, enraged, yet excited as never in his life.

"Come on, old man. Come in me!" Ellen commanded as her vertical thrusts
got wilder, more frantic.

"That's it!" cried Ellen as Elijah, to his own embarrassment and
vilification, began to thrust upward to match Ellen's downward humping,
both his hands now squeezing her breasts and nipples.

"Yes, old man...YES!" she cried, her own climax occurring a split
second after Elijah orgasmed in her rectum.

Miranda joined her as Ellen stood and faced her husband.

"I hope you enjoyed that, old man, because it's the last piece of me
you'll ever get!"

Shame was written on Elijah's face, or was it the knowledge of
something lost, found and then lost again forever?

"I've cared for you, cooked for you, mended your clothes, kept your
house for you and what did I get in return? Lectures on religion and
keeping myself for God. I did that and where did it get me? I was an
old woman before my time. But now I have been rescued. Now I serve a
Master who has freed me to do anything I wish as long as it serves him.
And you know what, Elijah? The viler, the more sinful, the more
forbidden it is in your world, the more my new Master loves it! Here is
my Master, my demon lover, my husband!" said Ellen, she and Miranda
placing arms around each other.

Miranda placed Ellen's old wedding ring in her hand.

"I am no longer married to you Elijah Graves," spat Ellen, placing the
ring in his hand and closing his fingers over it.

"I am the bride of Satan. He has seduced me, raped me, stolen my
virginity, my heart and soul. And I revel, do you hear me, REVEL in our
debauchery! I may be damned forever, but if this is a taste of hell, I
welcome it with open arms!"

She and Miranda kissed long and deeply in front of the old man whose
face was stained with tears.

"Before we retire for the evening, why don't you leave Elijah a
present," suggested Miranda.

Ellen, still nude, stood upon the table and looked Elijah eye to eye
with a triumphant, sardonic smile.

"A token of my affection, old man!" she said venomously as, standing
straight and proud, she defecated and urinated on herself and the
table.

Stepping down, she and Miranda locked arms and walked toward the
hallway leading to the stairs.

"Better clean that up, old man," said Ellen. "And you can get yourself
to bed the best way you can. In the morning, after I have fixed my
Master's breakfast, if there is anything left, perhaps I'll throw you a
few scraps."

"In the meantime," added Miranda, "your wife will spend the night lying
between my legs, licking my cunt."

Ellen looked to Miranda with excitement and anticipation as they
ascended the stairs.

"I think you've earned a reward after your performance tonight." smiled
Miranda.


It was during the middle of the night, as Ellen and Miranda were
feverishly satisfying their carnal cravings for the fifth time, that
they heard the muffled gunshot from downstairs.

Miranda looked down knowingly to Ellen whose face was buried in her
nest.

"Do you think we should go to him?"

Ellen's face lifted only briefly.

"Whatever he's done to himself, he'll still be there in the morning."

She smiled and this time, her tongue sought the soft and warm tightness
of Miranda's anus.


CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Tom was finally up and about, arm in a sling. He was still avoiding
Miranda, his anger paling, but not yet to the point where he wished to
confront her.

The doctor had suggested a short walk and so he headed down the street,
pausing in front of the saloon. He wasn't much of a drinker, however
the piano music, which came wafting from inside, was good and he felt
he needed something to brighten his spirits.

Looking around briefly as he entered, he saw the usual assortment of
card games and saloon girls plying drinks and other pleasures.

Moving to the bar, he started to order when he realized he had no
money.
Angrily he turned to leave.

"Care to join me?"

The face was clean shaven, the clothes clean. The man had been sitting
alone at a back table when Tom entered and had moved to the bar beside
him.

"Randy Barrett," he said offering his hand and motioning to the table.

"Well...sure, I guess. I'm Tom Willis," said Tom, holding out his good
hand.

"I heard about what happened to you and your wife. Ramon Vasquez is one
tough hombre," stated the stranger as they sat at a back table. "You're
probably lucky just to be sitting here right now. A lot of men would
have been buzzard bait by now."

Tom nodded though he didn't feel very lucky at all right now.

"You seem to know a lot about me," Tom said somewhat suspiciously.

"Well," said Barrett, "Mrs. Jenkins is good helping Doc Welty, but she
does have a loose tongue. I'm afraid it's all over town about what
Vasquez did to you...and your wife."

"What do you mean what he did to my wife?" demanded Tom indignantly.

"I'm sorry, I really am," said the rancher with genuine concern, "but
it seems you were delirious for a while and..."

"And what?" demanded Tom reddening.

"You talked about what went on between Vasquez and your wife... look,
it's none of my business."

"Damned right it isn't, or anyone else's!"

"Lord knows there's already enough gossip about your wife. It's better
left alone."

"Gossip? What gossip?"

Barrett seemed hesitant.

"Tell me!" insisted Tom.

"Well..."

Tom's voice lowered into the range of threats.

"Tell me!"

"Look," said Barrett, obviously embarrassed, "while you were at the
Doc's, your wife has been staying with old Reverend Graves and that
young wife of his, Ellen."

"Go on."

'Well, there's talk that since your wife moved in, Ellen has been
whoring and your wife is mixed up in it some way."

Tom was astounded. After all that had happened....

"You're lying!"

"I kind of wish I were," Barrett replied, "but the strangest thing of
all is that old man Graves shot and killed himself last night."

Tom's mouth dropped open in disbelief. First Miranda's shameful
debauchery with Vasquez and now mixed up with whores and a suicide?

"My God," Tom uttered under his breath, "What will she do next?"

"Look," consoled Barrett, his hand reaching out to cover Tom's, "I'm
really sorry you had to hear this."

Tom was shocked, but strangely he did not draw away. Barrett's hand was
soft, warm. In fact his whole demeanor was unlike the other men Tom had
ever known. They were rough, course, loud and vulgar. This man,
Barrett, seemed just the opposite, refined, sensitive and caring.

"I...I'd better go," said Tom, disoriented, not really knowing what to
do or where to go.

"I understand," said the gentle stranger, "but my place is not far,
just North of town. There would be just the two of us, so if you ever
need me..."

His hand squeezed Tom's ever so lightly.

Tom was dumbfounded. Wounded, his wife doing Lord only knows what and
now a man offers a relationship.

Tom wasn't offended, rather he found Barrett to be genuine and at least
honest about his intentions.

"Thanks, Barrett..."

"Please, call me Randy."

"All right... Randy... I..."

Tom was chocking on his words. He questioned what he really wanted to
say to this man. His mind whirled. Confused, he only knew for sure this
man was so different from the others and, in many ways, like himself.

"I... I... I have to go. My...wife..." Tom uttered almost breathless as
he arose.

"Of course," replied Barrett, their eyes meeting, his voice low and
sincere, "but if you need me...ever..."

"Yes, I... understand," Tom said, his heart pounding.

It was a very confused, angry and excited young man who walked from the
Sierra Verde Saloon.


CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Miranda and Ellen had also become aware of the rumors circulating about
their "business". So they decided Ellen should at least give the
appearance of paying her respects as a good religious wife.

She wore a long plain black dress, her hair done into a conservative
bun. As she stood at the grave side, her mind was on one thing only,
her demon lover who awaited her at home. As her thoughts ran to Miranda
and the outrageous sexual acts they had committed together, she felt
her nest begin to moisten. As the preacher was finishing his remarks,
so was Ellen as, with her vaginal lips, she squeezed the dildo Miranda
had given her before coming to the service. The same strap Miranda had
used to hold the huge dildo in place as she raped Ellen was now working
in reverse. The dildo, fitted into the strap, was protruding backward
into Ellen's nest. Ellen had trained herself to constrict and relax her
vagina so as to work the dildo back and forth.

As the bible thumping preacher's prayer reached a climax, so did Ellen.

"AMEN!" she shouted a little to loudly as her body shivered.

Ignoring the stares, she began to leave, wanting to get home to her
Master as soon as possible.

"Mrs. Graves?" said one of the church elders.

"Yes, Elder Taylor?"

"The elders of the church need to talk with you."

"Maybe later," Ellen said, her mind racing to a beautiful naked body
waiting for her, legs spread.

"Now, Mrs. Graves!"

There was a harsh coldness, which suggested immediacy.

"Very well," replied Ellen impatiently, "What do you want to talk
about?"


Miranda had gone downstairs to fix some tea. She was wondering how much
the funeral and compulsory mourning would curtail business. She still
wasn't sure how much longer she could keep this arrangement as she had
heard this morning that Tom was now up and around.

She wondered if there was any way she could wangle him into letting her
keep Ellen and their lucrative venture. She was sure she could play the
repentant wife, manipulate him into taking her back. It was just this
thing with Ellen. The rumors were all over town. Perhaps she would deny
it, keep Ellen in business here while she and Tom lived elsewhere. Of
course she would have to see Ellen occasionally to "reward" her for
jobs well done, but that could be arranged so Tom would never know.

Their eyes met the moment she opened the bedroom door.

"You!" she gasped.

"None other!"

Her heart was in her throat. The thoughts of the last few moments were
scattered asunder. This was different. There were those moments at Pima
Mesa when she thought he was lost to her forever, then the separation
and yearning.

"I've thought of you constantly." she said, "and the more I thought of
you, the more I wanted you."

"As I have thought of you," he replied.

She set down the tea and began to undress seductively.

He walked over to her, reached out and ripped open her blouse. Taking a
breast in each hand, he squeezed as he pushed her against the wall.

"At Pima Mesa I came to realize you like it rough, don't you?"

"Yes," answered a breathless Miranda.

"And hard!" he said, his erection throbbing against her even through
his pants.

"Yes!"

"See if this is hard enough for you!" he said, unbuckling his pants,
pulling the rest of her dress from her and with both of them in a
standing position, forcing her legs apart and filling her nest with a
rock hard penis.

"Thrusting uncontrollably, Miranda could only utter...

"Yes, Ramon, YES!"


Minutes later, Ellen came running up the stairs, paper in hand.

"Master, Master," she called, her voice urgent, worried.

She ran to Miranda's room and knocked repeatedly until Miranda, nude,
breathless and perspiring profusely, opened the door slightly.

"What shall we do?" cried Ellen. "I was stopped by the church elders
after the ceremony. Master, Elijah left everything to the church!"

She was in tears.

"House, furniture, belongings, even the small amount of money in the
bank. They know, Master, they know what we've been doing. They're
kicking us out. They told me we have only until noon tomorrow!"

Her voice was filled with panic.

"What will we do master? What will we do?"

"We, Ellen?"

Ellen was stunned.

"Why, yes Master. You know I want nothing more than to serve you."

She fell to her knees, forcing open the door and grasping Miranda's
legs. She buried her face in Miranda's nest and began sobbing before
she realized they were not alone.

"Who..." she stammered.

The Mexican lay naked and smiling on the bed.

"There has been a change of plans, Ellen. Ramon and I are going away
together. He wants me to be his woman and I have come to realize in the
last few minutes how much I want to BE his woman! We are leaving for
his camp in the next few minutes."

"But... but... you can't leave me!" Ellen shouted, clinging even more
tightly to Miranda's leg.

Miranda was disgusted at how quickly Ellen had reverted to the role of
groveling, mousy servant. She hated her for it.

She yanked the smaller woman up, painfully, by the hair and then
backhanded her across the face, Ellen falling backward onto the floor.

"Not only can... AM!" Miranda sneered, grabbing a blouse and skirt and
beginning to dress

"But, where will I go? What will I do?" sobbed Ellen.

"That is your concern, not mine." replied Miranda. "I'm leaving this
town and never coming back."

"Please!" begged the sobbing woman, "Please!"

"You sniveling little bitch!"

Miranda's kick caught Ellen under the chin, driving her hard against
the foot rail of the bed. Stunned, she could offer no resistance as
Miranda grabbed her by the hair and began dragging her from the room.

"No, master, no. PLEASE!"

Into the hall, Miranda pulled the dazed woman toward the stairs.
Dragged by her hair, trying to regain her footing, tears streaming down
her face, Ellen Graves life was crumbling.

Miranda dragged her to the top of the stairs.

Her eyes streaming tears, Ellen wailed, "I think I'm going to have a
baby, your baby Master!"

"You're not just a whore, you're an idiot as well!" spat Miranda.

Using her foot, she shoved with all her might. Ellen went tumbling head
first down the stairs, landing heavily. She was only beginning to
slowly regain her footing before Miranda had her by the hair again.

"Please don't do this! I love you Master. I will serve you in any way
you desire!"

"Get out of this house and out of my life!" screamed Miranda, flinging
open the front door and literally kicking Ellen onto the porch.

"I'm through with you bitch! I've got a man now, a real man and I don't
need you any longer. Get out and stay out!"

The door slammed shut with finality.

Tears mixed with a trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth,
streamed down her face. Eyes glazed, in a physical and emotional
stupor, Ellen Graves walked unsteadily away.


Miranda and Vasquez agreed to meet at the saloon as soon as she could
drop by the smithy's and get the wagon and team. She paid the smithy
and hurriedly drove the team to the saloon where she ran inside to be
with her lover.

She no longer cared what the townsfolk thought of her. She walked to
the bar, lifted his hand to her breast and kissed him deeply. He
smiled, put his arm around her and they started to walk toward the
double swinging doors.

The doors parted and Tom stood facing the pair.

"Let her go Vasquez!"

Hatred permeated every vocal inflection. His hand twitched near the
Colt he now awkwardly wore.

"You are no gunfighter, Seņor. You had better think twice about what
happened at Pima Mesa. This time I will not aim for your shoulder."

Vasquez pushed Miranda gently away. The two men stood eye to eye.

"Are you all right Miranda?" asked Tom.

"You don't seem to understand, Seņor. She wants to come with me."

"Miranda," said Tom, in his inexperience looking away from Vasquez to
her, "I don't care what has happened in the past. I want us to be
together!"

"No, Tom," she answered, confidently looking to the Mexican, "Ramon
wants me to be his woman... And I want him to be my man!"

"But I'm your husband!"

"No, Tom, not any more." she said, taking off her wedding band and
throwing it on the floor at his feet.

"Accept it Seņor. She wants me and not you."

"I'll kill you," said Tom, his voice low and deliberate.

"No, I don't think you will," replied Miranda. "If you are foolish
enough to draw on Ramon, he will simply kill you before you can even
draw that gun. But you won't draw, Tom, because you're weak! You're no
man! A real man would have taken me long ago when I first wanted you
to! A real man would never have let Ramon take me out there at Pima
Mesa. Instead you just watched and got so excited you came in your
pants!"

Tom, burning with embarrassment, looked around the room.

"But... but..."

His plea found no sympathy anywhere in the saloon.

"But nothing," continued Miranda, "any real man would have found a way
to get loose to defend his woman. But no, you just watched Ramon ram me
full again and again. And you know what, Tom Willis? It was great!"

She stood defiantly. The power was hers.

His voice was uncertain now, weaker.

"Miranda... no..."

"Yes, I loved every minute of it! Ramon is big and powerful. He knows
how to fill and satisfy a woman. You have nothing between your legs
which could even come close to satisfying a woman and you wouldn't know
how to use it if you did!"

"Miranda, PLEASE!" Tom pleaded, tears beginning to fill his eyes.

"Go away Tom, back to your schooling and your books! Ramon has what I
need, what I want!"

"But... you loved me!" he tried one last time, his life crumbling
around him.

"Loved you? I needed to get away from my mother. You were handy, that's
all. Do you really think I could love a man who couldn't satisfy me?
You're nothing, nothing but an impotent voyeur who gets your pleasure
from seeing another man ream your wife!"

"... no..."

His voice tailed off to nothing. He stood alone among strangers, all of
whom would now scoff at him, ridicule him, treat him with derision. His
world was destroyed, the woman he loved and thought loved him, filled
with nothing but loathing for him. Tears ran down his cheeks.

"See how you cry, you miserable weakling!" was her stinging reply.
"You're no man at all! You don't deserve a real woman! You don't
deserve anything! So why don't you just find a hole somewhere to crawl
into!"

His knees weak, his determination and manhood destroyed, Tom Willis
hung his head as the tears flowed freely.

"Or better yet," railed Miranda, "go ahead, draw on Ramon! Let him put
you out of your miserable existence! Let's be rid of you once and for
all!"

Tom's eyes met hers a final time. He found nothing but powerful and
utter rejection and loathing.

"We all know you won't, Tom. You haven't the guts!"

Miranda's destruction of his manhood was complete.

"Go ahead, Tom, draw!"

Her voice was filled with triumph.

"Draw you sniveling little coward, DRAW!"

There was a momentary twitch of his fingers, then, he burst into tears
and sank to his knees on the saloon floor.

Miranda looked around the room in triumph. Arm in arm, she and Ramon
started past her weeping husband whose face was buried in his hands.
Pausing at the end of the bar, Miranda picked up the brass spittoon.

"Here, you should get everything you deserve," she said, upending the
spittoon over his head.

She then spat upon him herself.

Laughing, Miranda and Ramon walked out. The silence was deafening as
all eyes were on the defeated figure on the saloon floor, spittle
running down his face, mixing with the uncontrollable tears and
unrelenting sobs.


CHAPTER FIFTEEN

"Come in," said Manning, responding to the timid knock at his office
door.

"Well, look who's here. And what can I do for you little lady?"

"I... I need a job. No one else in town will even speak to me, I have
nowhere else to go."

"Word on the street is, you're broke and pregnant," he said, eying the
woman who had pleasured him several times since that initial evening.

"I'll do ANYTHING!" Ellen sobbed, "just please don't turn me away. I
slept in the livery stable last night. The smithy caught me this
morning and threw me out. Please!"

"Are you showing yet?"

"No, not for a while."

"All right then, you can work the room on the far end of the hall. I
had a girl quit last week and with that cattle drive moving through,
I've got more horny cowboys on my hands than girls to satisfy them
with."

He looked her in the eye.

"I can have Mabel take care of that motherly thing," he volunteered,
"She's pretty handy with a coat hanger."

"I'll do whatever you say," Ellen whimpered subserviently.

He motioned her to come closer. She meekly obeyed.

His hand went under her skirt, his finger probing her nest. Her eyes
were downcast. She made no offer to resist.

"Still tight, eh Ellen?" he smiled. "Let's just get one thing straight.
You work for me now!"

A second finger joined the first. He hooked his fingers inside her and
painfully yanked her to her knees. She gasped, but offered no
resistance. Sitting in his chair, he took her chin in his hand and
forced her to look him in the eyes.

"Don't expect to pull down any of that fancy money here. You'll get
two, maybe three dollars a tumble, less when your tummy starts to
swell. My cut is ninety percent. For that you get a roof over your head
and three meals a day as long as you keep the customers satisfied. And
you won't find any nice gentlemanly types here either, just rough and
dirty cowboys. Some of them are real animals and some will beat the
hell out of you before they take a piece of you. Still want the job?"

Her eyes could no longer meet his and dropped downward. Her voice was
weak, almost inaudible.

"...yes, sir."

"All right. You might as well get right to work. I've got two cowboys
waiting in room nineteen. Get out of those clothes and I'll see what
Mabel can rustle up in the way of an outfit."

She undressed and was standing near his desk, naked, when he returned.
He leered at her lithe body as she put on the sheer negligee.

"Let's make sure your haven't forgotten any important skills," he said,
motioning to his crotch.

She lowered herself to her knees, unbuttoned his pants and took his
already throbbing erection in her mouth. Manning climaxed quickly,
Ellen swallowing every drop.

"And Ellen," he said as she was opening the door to leave.

She looked back to see him smiling broadly.

"I'll expect you to put out for me any time and any way I want."

Her eyes could not meet his.

"...yes, sir," she said as she silently slipped out and closed the
door.


CHAPTER SIXTEEN

"Come in," said Randy Barrett.

Tom opened the door. He still could not believe he was here.

"She left me," was all he could manage.

Barrett offered him a set and Tom eased himself onto the sofa,
exhausted.

"What you need is a good drink," said the rancher, moving to a small
bar at one end of the room.

"She ran off with Vasquez."

"Vasquez? Why the little whore...oops, sorry."

"It's all right. That's exactly what she is and I've been a fool to
think she was anything else."

"Maybe she'll come back," volunteered Barrett.

"No, I don't think so. Besides, after the things she said, I never want
anything to do with her again...with ANY woman!"

"Well, I can't blame you for that... Do you have a place to stay?"
asked Barrett, changing the subject.

Tom nodded negatively.

"They took everything! Money, clothes, wagon, team... everything!"

"Then stay here with me!"

Tom's eyes met those of Barrett.

"I'll make you a promise," stated Barrett, his voice low and sincere.
"Stay with me and I'll treat you right. Stay as long as you like. I'll
never run out on you the way she did."

Tom was confused. Experiencing inner urges he felt he shouldn't, he
finished off the drink and lay back on the sofa.

"I won't ever let you down, Tom. I won't ever disappoint you," said
Barrett, almost in a whisper as he sat on the edge of the sofa.

Barrett's voice was low and husky.

"Please, Tom"

"Yes...maybe for a while," Tom said softly as his arm came across his
face, hiding his eyes as the other man's hands began exploring his
body.


CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

It was near sundown when they rode into Vasquez's camp, she in the
wagon, he on horseback. There were fifteen or twenty men milling about,
along with about a third as many women. A huge pot suspended over a
roaring fire contained a stew which was quickly rising to a boil.

Three of the women greeted them as they dismounted. The women were
actually only in their late twenties, but any observer would have
guessed between forty and fifty. There were smiles on their faces, but
each had that look indicative of a hard and demanding life. Miranda did
not have to guess what those demands were. They crowded around Vasquez
and his arms went wide to embrace them all.

"This is Rosita, Corrina and Conchita," smiled Vasquez.

"And you Seņorita?" asked Rosita.

"I am Miranda, his woman!" Miranda said triumphantly. " But who are
these women?" she asked, turning to Vasquez.

"Oh, we are his women too," said Corrina, smiling.

"But, I am his woman now," said Miranda.

"Si, you and Rosita and Corrina and I," smiled Conchita.

"You don't understand," insisted Miranda, "I am his ONLY woman now!"

"No, Miranda, it is you who does not understand," stated Vasquez.

Feelings of uncertainty, feelings she had not experienced for some time
began to creep into Miranda's consciousness.

"But," she insisted, "you said I would be your woman."

"And so you are," answered Vasquez, "along with these other lovely
ladies!"

The three Mexican women tittered.

Realization striking home, Miranda gave him first a hurt, then defiant
look.

"Then they can have you!"

As she turned to climb back aboard the wagon, a strong hand clutched
her arm, freezing her motionless.

"I'm afraid it is not as simple as that."

"Why not?" she asked, fighting vainly to break free of Vasquez's grip.

"Because you have seen our camp. You know where it is."

"I won't tell, I promise."

She heard herself pleading, hating herself for it.

He laughed.

"If there is one thing I have learned about you Seņorita, it is that
you are not to be trusted."

Desperation was beginning to creep into her voice though she was still
trying to remain defiant.

"I'll run away. You can't keep me here!"

"Think not?" said Vasquez motioning to one of the other men.

"What are you going to do?" she asked, fear now rising steadily.

"Just a little insurance," replied Vasquez.

The other man reappeared with a rope.

"Please, don't do this. I'll be good. I won't try to escape."

"Eventually I am sure that will be the case, but until then we will
have to take our own precautions."

"But...but I WANT to be your woman, I really do!" she heard herself
pleading.

"Of course you do. And you are my woman, Miranda, for as long as I see
fit."

Seeing the fear in her eyes, he smiled broadly.

"I take care of my women, eh ladies?"

They tittered once again.

"As a matter of fact, you are about to see what a generous man I am!"

"Raoul," he said to one of the men standing nearby, "go and fetch
Carlos and Sanchez."

"What are you going to do?" asked Miranda, all semblance of self
confidence gone.

"I told you I am a generous man. I share my good fortune with my
compatriots. I share my food, my money and...my women!"

"No, please, no!" she begged.

Two burley men came walking up to Vasquez along with the man sent to
find them.

"These are my good friends, Miranda. They are about to become your good
friends too. Your VERY good friends!"

She looked at them in near revulsion. The man who had run the errand
looked thin and emaciated, but the other two were grossly fat and ugly.
What teeth were left were badly discolored. The smell told her neither
had had a bath in months. Dirt was caked on neck and clothes. Their
breath was foul and Sanchez still had food hanging from his moustache.

As her arms were pinned behind her by Sanchez, the other fat man,
Carlos, ripped off her skirt and blouse.

Others were gathering to watch.

Carlos threw the rope over a high limb of a scrub pine, tied her arms
at the wrists and pulled on the other end raising he arms high, her
naked body exposed to one and all. A final yank before tying it off had
her virtually standing on tiptoes.

With a lecherous grin on his face, Carlos grabbed her by the hair,
kissed her slobberingly and thrust his erect penis into her nest.
Within seconds, Sanchez approached from the rear, reaching around and
grabbing her breasts and plunging his shaft into her anus.

She screamed repeatedly as both men thrust simultaneously.

Begging them to stop, her sobs were met only with renewed vigor on
their parts and her screams began anew.

Finally, she felt their bodies jerk as semen poured into her body.

Her nest and anus burned.

"Now Miranda, how does it feel to be on the receiving end?" Vasquez
asked smiling, his arms still around the three Mexican women.

"I hate you!" she screamed, spitting at him.

"Raoul, she has a smart mouth. See if you can teach her to use her
mouth for more productive purposes."

As Carlos lowered her by the rope, she was pushed to her knees. Her
hair was jerked viciously, her mouth flying open in a gasp of pain and
surprise.

Raoul filled her mouth with his filthy penis. She gagged. He withdrew,
slapped her hard, drawing blood in the corner of her mouth and, yanking
her hair again, forced her mouth open, filling it again with his
throbbing penis. Again she gagged.

"No, I can't," she begged.

She was hoisted back up and this time a burly man stepped forward with
a bull whip and her shrieks pierced the air as leather met flesh
repeatedly.

Miranda was still writhing in pain as Raoul stepped forward again.

"Ready now, Seņorita?" he asked with a leer.

"No, never!" she screamed.

Raoul stepped back and the man with the bull whip brought her screams
again and again until her throat was raw and hoarse. her head hung
limply as she teetered on the edge of consciousness, her back rapidly
becoming a bloody crisscross of lash marks.

"Now?" Raoul asked.

Unable to answer, she shook her head with her last resolve of mind and
body.

Now the lashes came harder and more viciously, again and again and
again. Blood ran down Miranda's legs and began to stain the dust at her
feet dark red.

Crazed with the pain, unconsciousness escaping her, Miranda
surrendered, shaking her head in an affirmative manner. Her legs
buckling, she swung by the wrists.

Again she was lowered.

Raoul approached. Miranda's mouth slowly opened and her eyes closed as
his shaft found its warm and wet target.

When he orgasmed, she again nearly gagged, but from the corner of her
eye, she got a glimpse of the waiting bullwhip and so she swallowed the
sickening fluid.

"String her back up," ordered Vasquez, grabbing her hair and forcing
her to look him in the eye.

"I am feeling exceedingly generous tonight." he proclaimed. "Let every
man in camp take her tonight in any way he wishes! Perhaps she will
learn what it means to be the woman of a real man!"

He and the three women laughed as they turned to leave.

"Please... I..."

"Yes, Miranda?" he said, turning back to her momentarily.

"...I... BEG YOU!" she cried, closing her eyes to shut out the pain,
emotional and physical.

"It seems you have learned one lesson already this evening," said
Vasquez. "Let's see what others you learn before dawn."

He and the women walked away as Miranda wept bitterly.

Her piercing screams filled the night air repeatedly.