The Gunslinger
Copyright© 2026 by Techman1952
Chapter 10: The Orphanage
Western Sex Story: Chapter 10: The Orphanage - Slim Pickett was born in 1849, when he was fourteen years old he saw his father killed by raiders, the remnants of a Confederate gang. He killed his first men that day with a rifle while protecting his mother and two sisters from rape. This is the story of those years before becoming a lawman, the money he made and the beginning of his legend!
Caution: This Western Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Coercion Consensual Rape BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Western Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Daughter Light Bond Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Nudism Prostitution Violence
My Dear Mister White Knight, September 12, 1867
I am the only preacher in fifty miles of our small town of Junction City, Kansas. It is a small but growing community of God fearing, righteous individuals numbering just over a thousand souls now. I’m contacting you because as the only preacher, I officiate at all of the funerals in the area, mostly at our cemetery on land set aside for that purpose by the town’s charter. It was named Green Hills Cemetery. I have so far held services for twenty departed souls. Three were killed in street violence outside that den of inequity called the Shady Lady Saloon. But most of them were interred by the grace of God almighty from accidents, old age, and sickness.
But, and the reason I have written, over the last three months seven new graves have appeared in the cemetery without any services performed by me! They seem to appear overnight and no one seems to know just who those poor departed souls are! The Mayor and the Sheriff both have pointedly told me that it was none of my business! But the Lord’s work is my business! None of my parishioners know who is buried there! There are several farms in the area, but they usually bury their dead on their farms.
Please, I know something that goes against God’s will is happening here! Can you come investigate what is happening? If nothing else, to give me the peace of mind that these children of God can receive their just farewell and acknowledgment of their fate.
Thank you for your consideration in this matter,
Your obedient servant,
The Reverend Thomas Robert Wise
Church of our Heavenly Father
Junction City, Kansas
My sisters, Mai Ling, and I left for Junction City soon after receiving the letter, it was just what we needed, a mystery! Junction City is in Central Kansas, west of Topeka. We took the train to Kansas City, then went west to Topeka on the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe railroad. Once again we had our horses and gear on board a stock car with us. We lay on the fresh hay and made love often, it’s a beautiful way to pass the time. Two days later we reached Junction City, our car was shuttled on to a siding track and were offloading our animals and gear.
Not knowing how primitive this town of Junction City was, we had planned to camp outside of town to observe the cemetery and town for a few days. Perhaps we would be able to observe first hand someone planting a body. Of course there was a slim chance of that happening. We didn’t want to spook whoever was doing this into stopping whatever it was they were doing before by showing up in town. Strangers in a small town that are asking questions tend to make nefarious characters nervous!
We arrived east of town and discovered a nice spot a good way off the road in some trees. It was behind a hill with a nice stream flowing into a pool. We pitched our tent and scouted the hill to find a good spot from which to make our observations. We were lucky, we found a place around one fifty yards from our camp that gave us a clear view of the cemetery, the church, and the rest of the town. We had a partial view of the main street including the saloon. Our spot was in the trees at the crest of the hill. We would lay under some brush at a cliff that allowed us to be hidden, yet have an unimpeded view of everything.
While we waited for the sun to set, we went swimming sans any clothing. We did hide some Colt revolvers around the banks of the pool just in case. We also kept quiet. No point in inviting trouble. Trouble finds us often enough without advertising!
The swim relaxed us and cooled us off. We were doing some kissing, and fondling too. But quietly! So it was a surprise when a girl’s voice spoke,
“Can I join you, please! I’m so hot, sweaty, and dirty!”
“Sure jump on in!” We all told her.
The girl stripped and jumped in with us.
“I’m called Slim, this is Nan, Gail and Mai!”
“Hello! My name is Elsa!”
“Where did you come from Elsa? There aren’t any houses around here that we know of!”
“I’ll tell you, but please don’t take me back to that place!”
“What place is that, Elsa? We won’t take you anywhere you don’t want to go! We promise!” I told her.
“It’s the so-called “orphanage. It’s called “Loraine’s Home For Wayward and Misbegotten Girls”! But what it really is is a whorehouse! People drop off their girls that have strayed or become pregnant out of wedlock. Lori takes them in and to stay, the girls, even the pregnant ones have to “service” up to twenty five men a day! Once the girl is past being able to accommodate regular sex they have to use their mouths or assholes! Lori keeps all of the money! For room rent, advertising, and laundry costs presumably. The babies are sold to people back east, but many don’t survive to be born. Either the abuse of their customers causes a miscarriage or the girl dies or is murdered by one. I know of seven girls who have died since I was imprisoned there a year and four months ago. I know for a fact that my father was paid twenty dollars for me!”
“You said you know seven girls have died?”
“Yes! Two died from being beaten so badly it caused a miscarriage. They both bled to death. The others died in some other mysterious way, their bodies were blue!”
Do you know where they were buried?”
“They took their bodies somewhere late at night, I don’t know where!
“You said they were blue?” Mai asked.
“Yes, their bodies had a bluish tint to them! Is that important?”
“It is an indication that they were smothered or choked to death!” Mai replied.
“Thank you for that information Elsa! Should we expect someone to come looking for you tonight or in the morning?” I asked.
“I had been with the Sheriff, that pig! He fell asleep on top of me, talking about not being able to breathe! He is a deep sleeper, so I was able to roll him off my body and catch my breath. I dressed and walked out the back door to go to the jakes. Usually someone comes outside with us, no one did this time. I did my business and still no one came out. I walked away as quickly and quietly as I could. It was about three miles to go around the town and get into the woods. I made it before the sun came up. I found a place to hide, they came after me but I had been careful about leaving tracks. I slept most of the day. Last night I made my way to the top of the hill and found another hiding spot and spent most of the day there. Still no one was looking for me and I was thirsty and hungry, so I carefully moved down the hill until I couldn’t be seen from town. Then I moved faster and here I am! I don’t think they are coming for me, but maybe they know where I’ll end up, here at the water hole!”
“I would be willing to bet you’re right, they wouldn’t let a beautiful girl like yourself get away without trying to find you! Why don’t you get a plate of food and go hide in our tent. We’ll stay in the pool for a while and see who shows up!”
“I’m not beautiful, if I was before I couldn’t be now, not after the things I’ve done and had done to me!”
“Don’t define yourself by those things you were made to do! You had no choice, you had to survive! Not many women or men could have done what you’ve done! Be proud that you were able to survive! You are beautiful! Never doubt that!”
Elsa got some food, and I gave her a Colt just in case someone got past us. She went into the tent and closed it up. The sun was almost down, it would be cool enough inside for her.
I figured the men looking for her would be showing up soon. We continued to play, the girls exposing themselves often, leaving no doubt that they were women, naked women! We had moved our rifles to the banks of the pool. They were camouflaged with branches of shrubs. As soon as the men rode up the girls would scream like little girls and try to hide at the banks as if embarrassed to be found naked. Then we would kill them all!
About thirty minutes later we could hear their horses approaching slowly. They were confident that they would find the girl here. They were surprised to find a tent and people camping here though. That made them cautious, but when they saw the naked girls in the water without men around they completely lost their cautious approach and stormed toward the pool to get a better look!
As planned the girls screamed and swam to the banks and their guns. The men came closer without caution, what could three naked girls possibly do against seven men! Once the girls reached the bank they picked up their Colt revolvers and began firing. I did the same from my perch in the tree on the opposite side of the pool. I was using my “Yellow Boy” Winchester. It was almost like shooting ducks on the water, except most of the shooting was coming from the ducks!
Those boys did get off a single shot, it was all over in less than a minute! All but one died instantly. The one who had survived was bleeding out fast, but he was conscious.
“What’s your name?”
“My name is Johnson, Marcus Johnson! My brother Ben, the Sheriff, will avenge me! I hope you take a loong ti...”
He died, but I understood his message to me. I had something to look forward to! We now knew part of the reason we were here. We knew who were buried in the cemetery. We even knew how they had died, but we didn’t know who had been responsible for their deaths. I intend to find out. If the Sheriff was responsible for the death of those girls he would pay! He would pay with his life!
I had a problem, I couldn’t leave Elsa here by herself and the solution lay at the so-called orphanage in a town that she couldn’t go back to. I hated to do it, but the only solution was to split up our forces. I needed Mai Ling for my plan. So I would leave the girls with Elsa, Mai and I would climb the hill and go to the town by climbing over the hill.
We packed some food and started up an hour later. The hill wasn’t huge but it was steep and had loose rocks that could cause you to fall and break a leg or arm. I figured it would only take a couple of hours, it took a little longer. We reached the crest of the hill and settled in at my observation spot. We had a cold camp. Mai Ling made us a nice bed with leaves she had gathered. With nothing to do until after dark, we made love, sweet wonderful love for over an hour, first we made oral love to one another. Then after she had cum several times and I had cum once, she had sucked me hard once again and I thrust into her while facing one another. Once seated inside I rolled us over so she could ride me while I played with her nipples and squeezed her small perfectly formed mounds. I kissed her as she reached her orgasm, she screamed into my mouth and I into hers as I too reached a climax. We slept entwined in each other’s arms and legs until the moon shined on our faces an hour later.
We drank some water and ate some venison jerky for supper. With my spy telescope I watched the town and the orphanage. Men would leave the saloon and walk to the building just outside of town. They would be there for half an hour or so before coming back out, usually to walk back to the saloon. This went on until late that night, even after the saloon closed. Men would walk back to their houses or get horses from the stable and ride off to who knew where. One of the men, who had yet to come out of the orphanage was a man wearing a shiny star. Evidently he “slept” there every night!
We went back to sleep as the Big Dipper was vanishing in the northwestern sky. The moon had set hours before. The Milky Way was resplendent in the night, they say it’s our galaxy, whatever that is. It certainly is beautiful in the clear night sky. One of the few other constellations I knew, Cassiopeia was also disappearing and Orion with its belt stars continued its trek across the sky. It was peaceful up here on the ridge, in stark contrast to the violence we had been involved with earlier yesterday. I hoped that later today things would go well, Mai was placing herself in harm’s way. But she knew what she was doing and had volunteered! It didn’t make me feel any better about what she and I had yet to do!
We got up early and had more jerky and water for breakfast. We gathered up our blankets and were on our way down the hill still having to be careful where we stepped. To get around the cliff we went south for half a mile before actually going down. From then on it was a constant zig zag trying not to fall. We went from tree to tree for the next two and a half hours. Finally we reached the bottom and stepped out of the trees onto flat farmland.
Skirting the fields we walked back toward town. By the time we reached the main street it was mid morning. There wasn’t any point in going to where we had to go until mid afternoon. To take up time we went to a cafe.
“Mister, you are welcome, but your girl needs to sit out back, we’ll feed her there.” A big burly man wearing an apron stained with all manner and colors of unrecognizable things told me. Mai was taken through the kitchen and seated at a table under a tree.
I sat at a communal table with townsfolk, the food was served in large bowls, passed down the table, each person took a spoonful or two of the contents, or picked out a muffin or a biscuit, or used tongs to grab slices of bacon. The same was done with flapjacks and syrup. I was half way through a stack of flapjacks covered in melted butter and maple syrup from the State of Maine when I heard Mai scream,
“SLIM!”
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