Chapter 2

The three of them were closer than ever and were enjoying the day sitting on the cushions of the driver’s seat of the wagon. They passed several farms, farmers were in the field plowing while women hung wet clothes on clothes lines to dry. Everyone waved and if close enough to the road yelled friendly greetings. Then they rode out of the farmland and into a forest of hardwood trees, red and white oaks, hickory, pecan and black walnut trees along with juniper, cedar and others. They missed the openness of the farms, suddenly feeling hemmed in a sense of foreboding gripped them.

Frank checked his Colt in his shoulder holster and the shotgun in a rack under the seat. He urged the girls to retreat into the box sliding through the door onto the bed. They checked the shotgun that was on a rack mounted on one wall.

They had traveled for three hours or so when they came upon a wagon, a man and a woman who had recently been shot and killed, lay on the ground next to it. The team of four horses still hitched to the wagon.

Suddenly a scream sounded off in the woods to the left. A girl’s scream! Frank pulled his Colt and shouted at the girls to stay there as he rushed into the woods. But he wisely slowed down and quietly advanced toward the sounds of a struggle. Looking around a tree he saw three men holding a young girl down as they tried to strip off her clothes. She continued to struggle until one of the men, if these animals could be described as such, hit her on her jaw. They finished stripping her then one dropped his drawers and was about to enter the unconscious girl. Frank didn’t hesitate, he fired three times, the animals died. He walked carefully toward them, checking to see that they were put out of the world’s misery for having had them alive in it.

He checked on the girl, he figured she was around fourteen or fifteen years old. She was unconscious, but her breathing was steady, her jaw wasn’t broken. It would be sore for a few days and a bruise was already forming. Other than that she was in good shape, she was pretty, with blonde hair and he had seen her blue eyes before the animal had hit her. Her nose was small and her lips were full and kissable. She had small breasts with small areola three shades darker than her lightly tanned skin on her arms. She was slim with hips beginning to flare as she came into womanhood. Her pubic hair was sparse and her legs spread as they were, hiding nothing from his inspection. Her pussy lips were spread open and it was obvious that she was a virgin.

He picked her dress up and draped it over her body then picked her up and carried her to her parents wagon. He carefully placed her in a bed he found within it. He made a compress out of a towel he found, wetting it with water in a barrel on the side of the wagon. He placed it on her chin, he removed her dress and covered her with a light blanket. He left her to regain consciousness and sent his sister and Rachel to watch over her while he watched over the baby and began to dig a grave for the girl’s parents.

Rachel was curious and the girl was unconscious. She lifted the blanket and looked at the girl’s body, and she liked what she saw, but when she put the blanket down the girl was looking at her.

“You are very pretty, have you ever been with another girl? I can make you feel things that you cannot imagine! Will you let me show you?” Rachel asked.

“Please, how did I get here? Did those men rape me? Am I still a virgin? And what of my parents, are they okay?”

“Dr. Pierce rescued you before they could have their way with you, you are still a virgin. I’m sorry to have to tell you that your parents are dead, they were killed by those same men that tried to rape you. All three of them are dead, the Doctor shot them as they were going to rape you. He carried you in here and covered you up!” Beth told her.

“But you haven’t answered my girlfriend’s question, have you ever been with a girl, kissed by a girl, had your nipples played with, and your pussy, has it ever been licked by the tongue of a woman, your pussy lips sucked by the lips of a girl? And would you like to try it?” Beth asked.

Beth’s hand had lifted the blanket and had gently rubbed her palm over the girl’s nipple. No one had ever touched her there. She herself had never touched herself there! So the feelings that radiated from her nipple to between her legs were new too. Her nipple reacted by becoming longer and larger in diameter, her areola became puffy and rose from her breast. Her pussy tingled and she could feel it become wet and her inner labia grow. She had never felt this way and this woman continued to rub her nipple, then she pinched it and the pain sent even stronger feelings to her pussy.

She knew she should stop the woman, women weren’t supposed to have relations with other women! Were they? But just as she was going to protest and demand that she stop, the girl did the same thing to her other nipple. As she did so she also leaned over her and kissed her on her lips! Then shocking her even more, her tongue slid between her lips and pried open her teeth and touched her own tongue. And it felt good! She found herself opening her mouth wider and letting her tongue seek out and try to dominate the intruder.

Then she felt the blanket slide off of her body and fingers touching her pussy, two fingers sliding on either side of her engorged lips and squeezing together to cause even greater feelings suddenly explode into a dazzling burst of multicolored stars and causing her hips to rise and fall in time with contractions of her pussy hole. She could even hear the sounds of her very wet pussy making slapping sounds from the woman’s fingers as they rapidly moved back and forth over her most secret place.

And just as the intense feelings began to wane, she felt lips and a tongue replace the fingers and began to suck and lick the sensitive button on the top of her slit. Even stronger jolts of energy ran through her as something liquid suddenly squirted from her body and into the mouth of the woman and then blackness claimed her.

The girl woke up seconds later, her body was still twitching involuntarily, fingers still playing with her nipples and her pussy. Just barely touching her, but ratcheting up her pleasure just the same! She heard a voice,

“Girl, that was a good one! Was that your first orgasm? Wouldn’t you like some more of the same? But now it is your turn to pleasure us. We want your fingers to stroke and pinch our nipples, your tongue to lick and your lips to suck our pussy lips.” Rachel demanded.

Then a pussy lowered onto her mouth and began to slide back and forth over her lips and nose. She stuck her tongue out and tentatively tasted the slick liquid that coated the pussy before her. And she found that she loved it! She loved the sweet yet sour taste, the smooth feel of the pussy lips and the feel of the pea sized button that caused such intense feelings in herself.

She wondered, why didn’t my mother tell me about these feelings, did she experience this with her father when they made love? And if she never had feelings like she had just experienced, how very sad!

“We’ve ravished your body and we don’t even know your name! My name is Elizabeth Pierce, but my friends, and lovers call me Beth! The beautiful woman told her.

The young girl said, “And my name is Rachel Brown, I love the way you taste! What’s your name?”

“My name is Constance Masters, but my friends and lovers, which are just the two of you, can call me Connie! I certainly enjoyed everything you did to me and I hope we can do this some more and often! But who is Dr. Pierce?

“He is my brother and I am his nurse! He is out digging a grave for your parents! And keeping an eye on Rachel’s baby, Caroline. You can meet them later!”

“Oh my! Here I am having sex with two women and they aren’t dead a full day! What kind of daughter, what kind of person does that make me?” As tears welled up in her eyes again.

“It makes you a living, breathing human being who sought comfort and received it! There is no shame in that. The dead are dead and can no longer feel anything. It is for the living to experience life and enjoy life as much as they can. I’m sure if they loved you they would be happy that you are alive and that you have friends that love you and will take care of you and keep making you happy!”

“That’s all true, they loved me, and I loved them! I’ll miss them, but like you said, life is for the living and I love the both of you! I’m glad you are my friends and lovers!”

So they gained another member of the Doctor’s circuit.

They continued on the road toward Payola, Kansas. Sometimes passing through farms carved out of the thick forest, other times the forest closed in on them to the point that there was really only room for one wagon. And all too often they would come across farms that had been burned to the ground, often with graves marking the murders of innocent people caught up in the Bloody Kansas atrocities before the war. These farms are very close to the border with Missouri. Pro slavery Raiders would ride out of Missouri and rape, pillage, kill, and burn the homes of abolitionist.

They were passing one of these farms, the house had been burned but the barn had been spared for some reason, it appeared to be in perfect condition. Just then they heard the distinct rumble of thunder and the wind picked up. With the driveway to the farm coming up, Frank turned into it and Connie, who had been driving her parents’ wagon, followed. Rachel and Beth jumped down and opened the double wide doors of the barn. Both teams fit inside, it was a large barn! Beth and Rachel closed and bared the door behind them.

No sooner had the doors closed than a hard gust of wind hit the building and it shuttered in protest. Heavy rain pelted the North side of the barn, coming in waves backed by the wind. An opening somewhere in the roof began a soulful moaning caused by the wind, in the darkness of the barn’s interior it was spooky sounding! They took the tack off the horses and mules, put them into stalls and used several buckets to gather water running off the roof on the leeward side shed, for them. Connie found hay in the hay loft and a pitch fork to pitch down hay into the stalls.