The Doctor - 1871
Copyright© 2025 by Techman1952
Chapter 5
Western Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Doctor Franklin Pierce and his sister learned their profession during the Civil War. After the war they started a mobile practice to treat women, delivering babies, Hysteria, and other ailments, as they traveled in a route from Kansas City south to Parsons then back up to Kansas City before winter. They had become lovers, but everyone assumed they were married! This is the story of their first year on the circuit.
Caution: This Western Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Consensual Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Historical Vignettes Western Incest Mother Brother Sister Daughter Aunt Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration First Food Sex Toys Small Breasts
They were still on the road to Pleasanton, but it was only a couple of miles away. It wasn’t a very large town, it had a post office in the General store, a saloon, and a hotel that mostly catered to the railroad workers who would lay over there. There was a railroad station as well as a repair shop for railroad cars as well as the locomotives. A Baptist church and a restaurant. They had no reason to stop and no one stopped them so they were in Mound City within an hour.
Mound City was the County seat and was just a little larger than her sister city, but not by much, there were two saloons! Once again we didn’t stop and went through town quickly. The next town was a little larger and was also the county seat. Its name was Fort Scott.
An hour south of Mound City we came across a wagon with a broken wheel. In the wagon were several women dressed in the garish dresses that labeled them as practitioners of the world’s oldest profession. But one of the women was in some kind of trouble, she was doubled over and crying in pain. Frank stopped and went to her. She had already thrown up twice and the pain had gotten even worse. They carried her into the chair in his wagon. He felt her stomach pressing down with two fingers. He found the spot, not only did it hurt her to press down on that spot, it was also much warmer than the surrounding skin. She had a fever, his diagnosis was acute Appendicitis. Frank didn’t think it had ruptured yet. If it did there was nothing he could do to save her. Only thirty years ago there would have been nothing to be done to save her at all. But he had performed two appendectomies before, both had been successful.
Frank explained what had to be done to fix her problem, she agreed to the surgery, as did an older woman who was her manager (Madame). Beth proceeded to get the girl ready, her name was Sally Young and she was eighteen years old. Beth undressed her and applied the mask with the ether to her face. A minute later she was no longer feeling pain. Whiskey was spread all over her stomach and the surrounding area. She also strapped the girl’s arms and legs down, just as a precaution.
Frank made the incision and cut down and through the peritoneum and exposed the very swollen and inflamed appendix. It appeared as though it could bust open at any second or if it was touched! As a precaution Frank had Beth soak some clean cloth in whiskey and he carefully surrounded the appendix with it. No sooner had he placed there than the thing did rupture, spitting out the foul smelling infection directly into the cloth. Just to be sure all of the nasty stuff was killed he dosed the girl’s insides with more whiskey, before carefully removing the thing and sewing up the incision in the large intestine and with silk thread that had also been soaked in whiskey. Beth removed the cloth carefully. Then he sewed up the three inch long incision using several fine stitches to minimize scarring. The mask was removed and they took the straps off her arms and legs. Now they would have to wait and see if the whiskey had done its job. If her fever broke and didn’t come back after a couple of days the girl would most likely survive. She would have to wait a couple of weeks before servicing any customers on her back. Of course she could give blowjobs while she waited to heal.
They loaned a spare wheel to replace their broken one, it was ready when their driver returned with a new wheel which was given in exchange to the Doctor. They all drove to a very large house set back off of the road. It was located about a mile outside the city limits of a small town. Madame Bovery had been run out of town by the town’s old biddies, but she hadn’t run far. She had this house purpose built to be a whore house. It was very fancy, it had a bar, but there was a rule that any customers drinking couldn’t retain the services of any of the girls. Madame Bovery had seen the results of what far too many drunks had done to girls in her past, knife stabbing, slit throats, and gunshots, were the worst. But they would also beat them up. So she wasn’t going to put up with that here! Her driver was also the bouncer, he stood at six and a half feet tall, and weighed at least two hundred and fifty pounds, and was as black as night. Both bartenders were big too.
As payment for his surgery and follow-up treatment, Frank and his girls were able to pick and choose among the fifteen other ladies in the establishment every night or afternoon. They, because the girls wanted to help choose too, they chose a different girl every night. Some of the girls were actually straight heterosexuals and had never been with a girl. But each one became a convert to the ways of girl/girl sex. The main reason for accepting the change was they experienced their first orgasms while the girls were all ganging up on them. All four girls would go on to convert all the other girls and the Madame!
On Saturday night just after twelve o’clock a scream pierced the night in the room next to the one Frank and his girls were in with a nice redhead. Frank jumped out of bed and grabbed his gun as he went into the hall and tried to open the door to the room but it was locked! He stepped back and hit the door with his shoulder and splintered the door casing as he broke into the room.
A man was straddling a naked girl and was holding a knife to the girl’s throat. Some blood was running from a cut on it, but it was only a minor one. The girl had a black eye where her customer had hit her, it was closing up from the swelling. Frank calmly spoke to the man,
“Take the knife away from her throat and drop it on the floor! I’m sure that whatever the problem is we can solve it without spilling more than what little bit has already been spilled.”
“Oh no! This fucking whore insulted me, she laughed at me! Now she’s going to pay!”
“But perhaps it’s just a misunderstanding! Maybe she wasn’t laughing at you! Miss, did you laugh? Was it directed at him?” “I did laugh, but it was at something he said, I didn’t mean to insult him!” The girl whose name was Cherry told him.
“Mister, what did you say?” Frank asked.
“I asked her to marry me! And the bitch started laughing!”
“Is this worth dying for? If you don’t remove the knife and throw it on the floor I’m going to be forced to shoot you in the head!”
When the man still didn’t remove the knife from the girl’s throat, Frank, afraid that shooting the man would cause the knife to cut her throat had to think of another plan.
“Maybe she didn’t laugh at you, but at your small dick? It’s already obvious that she shouldn’t marry an asshole like you! Only a cowardly, low life scum like you would hit a woman!”
The asshole in question had heard enough, he moved quickly, taking the knife away from the girl’s throat and in the same motion throwing it at Frank. Frank shot the man in his chest just after the knife had left his hand. It stuck in the door frame just to the left of Frank.
Frank checked on the man, but as expected he was dead. He looked at the girl’s cut on her throat. Beth brought him his bag and he bandaged it even though it was just barely a cut. She thanked him and invited him and his sister to stay with her the rest of the night. It was an offer they couldn’t refuse. They didn’t get much sleep however. Beth had an early breakfast, it was a great fresh cream pie, there were no leftovers.
Sally was recovering nicely, she showed no signs of a fever. Frank was in no hurry to move on and his women weren’t either. They stayed for two more days, carefully watching Sally, but she was fine. He showed Madame Bovery how to take out the stitches, but not to take them out for another week.
They resumed their trip toward Fort Scott, it was still a couple of days away. For several miles of the trip the road they were traveling on ran parallel to the railroad tracks.
Roseylin Hawthorn had grown up in a happy family that was very religious. She was an only child, although she could hear and occasionally watched as her parents tried to have more children. They lived outside of Mound City on a farm. At least they had been happy until the day three men came into their yard and killed her father and then raped her mother over and over before slitting her throat. Rose had hidden from them in the loft of the barn, burrowing into the hay before one of them came up the ladder into the loft while looking for her. The men were upset at being unable to find her!
She hadwatched in horror as they took turns raping her mother as she was tied over a hitching rail. She almost screamed when they cut her throat, but managed to stifle it in time. She overheard them talking; they had to find the girl, not only to have more fun breaking in a virgin, but also because the man that was paying them would be really pissed and might not pay them if she lived. The man they mentioned was Kaleb Hawthorn, her Uncle! Once again Rose covered herself in the hay stored in the loft. They searched for her again, they could be heard tearing the house apart, then the barn, and then all three of them came up into the loft.
They taunted her, yelling her name and saying what they were going to do to her when they found her. They even used a pitchfork to plunge into the hay, they were very thorough! Too thorough because a single tine of the pitchfork found her thigh. It hurt so much but she knew what they had promised to do to her and she once again stifled the scream that she wanted to expel as the tine went all the way through the outside inch of her left thigh. It hurt worse as it was yanked out at an angle tearing the skin at both the entry and exit points.
The men didn’t see the blood dripping from between two of the loft’s boards just to the right of the big barn door as they left.
“Where is that fucking girl? Is there a root cellar somewhere? She has to be here, her horse is here! Maybe she’s hiding in the woods, let’s fan out and see if we can flush her out!” The leader ordered the other two. His name was Leroy, the other two were called Lefty and Spike. Rose would never forget those names or their faces!
They searched for another hour, before giving up. They figured that she had walked to town and they would look for her there. And they mentioned that the Sheriff would help them! She had evidently left before they got there. Once they found her in town they would follow her home and take care of her when she got there. All three of them were looking forward to that!
She waited almost half an hour before painfully climbing out of the loft. In the house she went to the drawer where the medical supplies were kept. She looked at the wound, it looked nasty but she had to hurry and get it cleaned up and bandaged. She hobbled over to the kitchen cabinet and found her dad’s bottle of whiskey. He only drank on special occasions. She poured the whiskey on and inside the wound, almost passing out from the pain! But she knew that if she did and they caught her her pain and humiliation at their hands would end in her death. She, through force of will alone, persevered and was able to wrap a bandage around it. Soon the bleeding stopped. She cleaned up and made it look like she hadn’t been in the house.
But how could she escape from her uncle, the three men and the Sheriff? She thought and thought before having a “Eureka” moment. Who do men tend to ignore more than any other woman? Pregnant women! She had noticed this before, they are embarrassed by pregnant women. Perhaps it was because they knew how they had become that way!
Rose made a cup of willow bark tea to dull the pain a little. Then she set about making a pillow look like a woman’s very pregnant belly. When she was finished sewing she tied it on her body and put on the same dress her mother had worn when she was pregnant with herself. She made a few alterations to it to make it appear more modern and to accentuate her pregnancy. She also padded her breasts to make them bigger than the almost flat chest she had. Last she found a large hat and a scarf to tie it on her head.
She practiced walking without limping and without showing pain. After several minutes she could do both fairly well. She found where her mother kept the family’s money and placed all of it in her mother’s handbag. Then she harnessed the horse to their buggy and after packing a bag she took off towards town. She was going to purchase a train ticket to Fort Scott and go to her aunt on her mother’s side who was married to a lawyer.
She bought the ticket and was waiting for the train to arrive. A gentleman had given up his seat so she could sit while she waited. She took out some knitting needles and began to knit a sock for a baby. As she did, three times her uncle and the men walked past her, once they stood next to her for five minutes talking to the Sheriff. They didn’t even look at her!
The train came in and she boarded with the help of the same gentleman. She saw her uncle and the other three men get on too. Her uncle knew about the aunt and was gambling that she had disguised herself and was on the train going to her aunt for help.
Rose continued to knit, not missing a single stitch as she observed the men looking for her move up and down the aisle of the cars. As they traveled she saw a tinkers box wagon that had signage on the side declaring that it was owned by a Doctor Pierce and that his specialty was the ailments of women, including delivering babies!
She went to the toilet room, she had to pee! Once she had finally struggled out of the garments that prohibited her flow, she did her business and quickly redressed. As she left the room she looked through the door windows to the car ahead of her own. What she saw caused her to almost panic! The uncle was carefully looking at the face of every passenger, male or female! She would definitely get caught if he was to look upon her face. They stopped for water and some coal. The coal was loaded via a chute from a large elevated bin next to the water tank. As they were stopped she noticed that the Doctor’s wagon had passed them. Thinking fast as they caught up and passed the Doctor’s wagon again. She poured water from a cup she had filled and spilled it between her legs and pretended to have contractions, yelling in pain to garner the attention of everyone in the car, including the Conductor.
When the Conductor reached her and saw that her water had broken, he knew from having six children of his own, that a baby was coming. He too had seen the Doctor’s box wagon. Without any second thoughts at all he pulled the emergency stop line! The train came to a stop after an eighth of a mile. He sent a man to flag down the Doctor’s wagon, as he helped the woman up and enlisted other people’s help in getting her bag and her off the train and took her to the Doctor.
Doctor Frank helped her into the back of his wagon and then shooed the people that had helped back on the train. Beth started taking off the pregnant woman’s clothes and was shocked to find a very un pregnant girl beneath the padding. She also saw the bandages on a bleeding wound.
The train pulled out quickly, they had a schedule to meet. And Frank turned to go back in after yelling at Rachel and the girls to make a fire and start boiling water. He was shocked at finding the girl about fourteen, slim and pretty, sitting on his chair naked as a Jay Hawk. And he noticed Beth unwrapping a bandage on the girl’s left thigh. He went closer, it was a nasty looking wound!
“How did you get this? And how long ago?”
“A pitchfork tine did that as the men my uncle hired were searching for me hiding under the hay. They had just shot my father, then raped and killed my mother. They were going to do the same to me! All that happened this morning at about eleven o’clock!”
“Good! We can still stitch it up!” Beth cleaned the two wounds and again poured alcohol on it and forced the alcohol through the wound. Both Beth and Frank were impressed that the girl didn’t scream or even flinch in pain. Beth had been holding her leg down in anticipation of her moving as Frank began placing stitches very close together in order to repair all of the damage as neatly as he could. He always tried to minimize scarring.
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