Chapter 9

I kept busy for the next three months, taking photographs of my new wives naked and engaged in incestuous lesbian lovemaking. Making studies of the contrasts made by pairing them with black models and white models. Even with Chinese models. The photographs were just for my own entertainment and enjoyment, though having the living, breathing, and animated versions was much more entertaining than a photo could ever be! To say I became spoiled is an understatement if there ever was one! I would be awakened in the morning with a pussy firmly planted on my face, and most nights I would fall asleep shortly after being ridden by a girl on my cock and another riding my mustache!

I began to get ready to continue my trip west, I cleaned the wagon inside and out. I used up all of the photographic plates and chemicals and ordered a fresh supply of both. I inspected the cameras, then cleaned and oiled them. All my weapons were cleaned and oiled, and ammunition was restocked. The water tank was drained and refilled with fresh water. All of the food stock was replaced and replenished. All of the tack was inspected, cleaned and replaced as needed. Sam, Bert and Ernie were checked, hooves trimmed and reshod. Frogs cleaned and inspected for thrush, mostly identified by its rank smell. Ears, teeth and gums were inspected. They were healthy and ready to go.

March, 1876 had been very wet with rain falling twenty five of the thirty one days. Another big chore was picking who would accompany me on my trip. Most of the girls wanted to stay at the castle, the twins and Charlotte wanted to go. They had formed a very tight friendship as well as becoming lovers. All three were becoming excellent shots with their brand new Winchester rifles. No one was disappointed not to have been chosen to go with me.

We let the sun dry out the land before we left, so it was Monday, April tenth before we said goodbye to our friends in the canyon and for the fourth time I began a trip to Wichita. Hopefully this time I will make it without interruption.

The sun was shining and a slight wind blew out of the north giving the air a bit of a chill, the temperature was in the sixties. I drilled the girls on what to do in case of an attack by outlaws or Indians and we practiced several times. The first time they went through the sprung back of the box and onto the bed, a screeching sound from the springs made us all grind our teeth. I little oil and working the mechanism back and forth quieted it down so the transfer was made almost silently.

We camped the first night at the same place I had stopped three times before. The water in the stream was cold, but we washed each other and rinsed before drying each other and getting into bed to cuddle and find enjoyable ways to warm ourselves up. All four horses along with the two mules were hobbled, they could graze or sleep as they liked. I knew Sam, Bert or Ernie would let me know of any prowlers, on four or two feet.

Other than occasional screams of passion, the night passed quietly. We had breakfast and we were on the trail as soon as it was light enough to see it. It turned into a pleasant day, the early morning fog burned away and temperatures went into the mid seventies by late afternoon. Once again we camped at a place I had camped at before, we brushed down the animals and gave them oats and some hay. We hobbled them and let them graze on the fresh green grass next to the stream. A dead cottonwood supplied us with a plentiful amount of dry firewood. The girls had perspired in their efforts to brush the animals and had stripped and were bathing and playing around in a pool formed in the stream.

I was cooking supper when I heard the sound of at least two horses behind me. They had come up into the wind, their surprise was total. My pistol was about ten feet from me, my rifle was in its scabbard on my saddle over twenty feet away. I looked at my pistol but was brought up short when a voice said,

“You can try for it, mister, but you won’t make it! Why don’t you turn around and face us, we’ll keep our eyes on the naked girls for you!” Their laughter was loud enough for the girls to hear, they ducked below the water. I slowly turned to see who and how many. There were three, they were rough looking characters. All three held their revolvers pointing in my general direction. The girls and I had gone over what to do in this situation and at my signal behind my back they started to act as I had told them. They stood and started kissing each other, their shaven pussies on full display.

The three men’s attention naturally was fixated on the three young, beautiful women and not on me. It was a fatal mistake, it was understandable, and there are worse things to be looking at as you die. My three Death Stars found their throats and they bathed their horses in their life’s blood as they died. I searched them and found wanted posters on each one, the total was an impressive $2,500! It was worth the trouble to take them with us to Wichita. I dragged them out of camp and covered them with a tarp. I shoveled soil on their blood and washed their horses off in the stream several yards downstream from camp. In their saddlebags I found almost $5,000 in coins and cash. Somebody was missing some money! I put the money in my safe in the wagon.

The girls lost their ardor with all of the blood and killing, and knowing they had contributed to the men’s demise didn’t help. We slept, the girls somewhat fitfully. I fixed breakfast the next morning and after eating I laid the bad guys out and took several photographs of them posing with their posters. I then loaded the dead on their horses and tied them at the end of the string.

We had been on our way for three hours when I saw a group of riders galloping towards us. I had the girls roll into the box and grab shotguns, and be ready to poke them through the gunports if needed. Ten minutes later they pulled into a stop directly in front of Bert and Ernie. They were as bad looking a bunch as the other men had been! There wasn’t a star to be seen on any of them!

“Thanks for catching them, Mister! We’ll take them off of your hands along with the Wells Fargo money they stole!”

“Where are your badges? You’ll not get anything from me unless you show me that you are a legally constituted possy!” I noticed hands going for guns, so I rolled into the box, then locked the door.

“Mister you had better give us the money or we’re gonna shoot the shit out of your wagon!”

At the first shot all four of us removed the gunport doors and stuck our double barrel shotguns out and fired a volley from the first barrel. Then acquired a different target and let loose with the second barrel! Six men died and one unfortunate horse who had moved his head at the wrong time. One of the men received two blasts! The five riders took off, one helped the horseless one onto his horse. They had a long ride to get out of range of my Sharps. I grabbed it from the locker and began killing them as they raced directly away from the wagon. The men riding double received the first shot, it killed both of them. The others died in succession, the farthest away was almost a mile away!

We gathered them up, I took photographs of each one, then we put them on their horses, one had to carry double, and put them on our string. We decided to keep on going, the moon was full and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Rather than try to deal with all of these bodies we just continued on. It was only another four hours to Wichita anyway.

Other than a hoot owl scaring the crap out of us as we passed under his tree, we had an uneventful four hours. We arrived in Wichita just after one o’clock in the morning. We stopped at the Sheriff’s office and woke up a deputy, he left on a run to get the Sheriff. Evidently it wasn’t every night that a guy shows up with sixteen bodies!

The Sheriff was still tucking in his shirt when he came out of the shadows, he lit a lantern and traveled down the string of horses lifting the heads to see who they were. Then he came back to me.

“Do you mean to tell me that you killed all of those men, the entire gang, by yourself?”

“No, sir! I didn’t kill all of them by myself, my wives helped!” Three beautiful faces appeared behind me as they moved into the lantern light. “What do you want me to do with the bodies?”

“Just leave them there until we can get the undertaker to take them off your hands. Before that I need to catalog who you have and get your reward money figured out. They didn’t happen to have any money on them did they?”

“They did, at least the first four did! They wanted to steal our horses and my wives! The rest caught up to us later, they wanted the money! They didn’t know about my wives until we opened up on them with four double barreled shotguns. Ten of them tried to get away, my Sharps took care of them. I don’t like back shooting a man, but I don’t like letting them live to sneak back at night and attack us while we sleep either! What did they rob anyway?”

“They hit the Wells Fargo bank, killed two tellers and a customer! They are some of Quantrill’s raiders, a nastier bunch, has never existed!”

“Did the victims have families?”

“One teller was single but supported his mother. One was married with two small children. The customer was a businessman here in town, he also had a wife and three kids!!”

“When it’s light and after we come to an amount for the reward, would you gather them together at the bank, I’ll divide the reward money between them.”

“That’s very generous of you Mister!”

“I know how difficult life can be for a Widow, Sheriff! I don’t need the money, and they do!”

We guarded the bodies the rest of the morning, taking one hour shifts. A crowd gathered around us until a tall man with a handlebar mustache and wearing a star broke them up. He stopped and introduced himself,

“My name is Earp, Wyatt Earp, I’m a city Marshal! I understand that you want to give the reward money to widows and the mother of one of the victims of the robbery. Is that correct, sir?”

“Yes, that is correct! My name is Zilas Jones! I would like all of them to meet with me at the bank once we figure out what the total amount of the reward is. We also need to return the money to the bank! Will you set that up for us?”

“It would be my pleasure Mr. Jones! It’s not often we have someone who cares about the victim’s families! You do realize that the reward total will be over $4,000 and Wells Fargo will pay $500 for the return of their money!”

“Yes, I had figured it would be at least that much! I took the liberty of taking photographs of all of these men along with wanted posters if they had them on their person. I’ve made paper copies if you would care to use them! If you could sell the horses, tack, and arms you could keep twenty percent and put the rest in with the reward money!”

“I would be happy to do that, I know just the people to get the best prices! These photographs are perfect, you do great work, Sir! Could I engage your photography skills to take photographs of my stable of girls at an establishment I own? I could use them to advertise their wares so to speak, in enticing potential customers.”

“I would be very happy to do so Marshal Earp, and I won’t charge for doing so, if you give me free reign on posing and clothing! Shall we begin tomorrow morning?”

“If I promise not to interfere, could I watch you work?”

“You could offer suggestions if you like, I know the girls work late, shall we begin at ten o’clock in the morning?”

“Excellent, here is the address on my card! I should have the latest reward totals on these outlaws by the day after tomorrow, I know they have gone up since the latest robbery.”

“Till tomorrow morning then!”

I drove the wagon and our horses down to a blacksmith and stable that had been recommended. I parked the wagon and boarded the mules and the horses at the stable. They would all be brushed out and each would get a full measure of oats. I walked the girls down to a cafe and we had a very good chicken and dumplings meal. I walked my wives back to the trailer, they locked themselves in and promised to guard it while I went to the saloon up the street for a drink and some cards.

The saloon was moderately busy, as was my habit, I entered the batwing doors and stepped to my left. With my back against the wall I let my eyes adjust to the light and took in the feel of the room. There were five tables playing penny ante poker, but I noticed a door that a barmaid had just gone into, that was most likely a high stakes game. I went to the bar and asked the bartender what the buy-in was for that game. It was five hundred dollars, I bought a tray of chips and went to the door and knocked. The barmaid let me in, I was the sixth player, Wyatt was one of the gentlemen, he introduced me to the other players. One was the President of the Wells Fargo Bank, a rancher, a store owner, and a professional gambler by the name of Seymour Betts.

I played loosely the first few hands mostly calling, as I learned the flow of the game, who was winning, who was losing, who was aggressive and who was laid back. As I played I felt the edges of the cards, it took me a few hands to detect the very subtle mark on the cards, someone was cheating!

Claiming the deck was bad luck for me I asked for a new deck, it was delivered by the bartender but the seal was broken. Could the bartender be in on it? On the first deal I received an ace of hearts, it was unmarked. The next deal I checked the face cards I was dealt and two were marked. Four deals later every face card was marked along with the aces. The rancher and the gambler were the heavy winners, they won when the other was dealing, those tended to be the larger pots too!

When the deal came to me the next time, I placed my Colt on the table with the barrel pointing at the gambler. I knew the code of marking so I went through the deck face down and told the table what each card suite was and named all of the face cards and aces!

“Gentleman, this was a clean deck when the bartender brought it in after I asked for a new deck, within seven deals all of the cards were marked for suite and the aces and face cards were marked. In order to do this in seven deals at least two people were marking the cards. I know that I wasn’t marking cards, I’m pretty sure that Wyatt didn’t mark the cards, I’m positive that Mr. Landers as President of the Bank didn’t mark any cards, and Mr. O’Brian, the owner of the Dry Goods store, wouldn’t try to cheat. You see, their reputations are important for them to keep doing business! That leaves the two of you, a professional gambler and a rancher no one knows! Say, Mr. Beckworth, did you have a problem with blow worms in your cattle this year?”

“Yes I did! I lost ten head of my best beeves to them! We had a devil of a time getting rid of them!”

“Mr. Beckworth, you are a liar! There is no such thing as blow worms that infect cattle!”

Both the “rancher” and the gambler went for their guns, the gambler had a two shot derringer on a mechanism not unlike mine that delivered the weapon into his palm. Mine was quicker, both Death Stars delivered the promise of their names, making a hell of a mess but getting the job done. The four of us divided their money four ways, everyone was satisfied. I retrieved my throwing stars and cleaned them in the gambler’s beer before reloading my sleeve mechanism with them.

“I wondered how you were going to take them with your gun on the table like it was! I must say your solution was a surprise, I’ve heard of the Chinese fighting methods but this demonstration was totally unexpected, but most satisfactory in its results!” Wyatt said. “I learned from a master in Philadelphia, I would have a double black belt in Tai Chi in the Yang style if they awarded belts! I could kill you in a dozen ways, but I kinda like you! Besides, I have photographs to take in the morning!”

I wished everyone at the table a goodnight and gave the saloon swamper a twenty dollar gold coin for cleaning up my mess.

I scouted around the stable before going into my trailer, my wives were still awake and we made love to each other for over an hour. Life is good and I slept well!

We were up early and went to the cafe for breakfast. Charlotte flirted with our waitress and had her panting before we left. She was invited to our trailer after she got off work tonight at ten o’clock. It was a short walk to Wyatt’s place of business, but with all the gear I had it wasn’t feasible to walk. I had asked the stable hand to hitch up Bert and Ernie and they were waiting on us when we finished breakfast.

We drove to the back of the house, it was a three story Victorian style home. A large kitchen was attached to the back of the house isolated by a mud room that served as a hallway for delivering the food to the dining room while staying out of the weather. There was a dumb waiter in a room that held China and silverware that could deliver food and beverages to the upper floors. There was a large foyer with benches for waiting clients, a large living room that had been converted into a bar. What had been built as a study or library wasn’t being used. The master bedroom was on the back corner of the first floor and it had its own bathroom. The grand staircase rose from the foyer to the second floor, then two stairways went up to the third floor from either side of the landing. Each of these floors held ten bedrooms. The third floor had been for live-in help. Each floor had a full bathroom with a water closet type toilet. It was a beautiful home that had been built by a man whose family had been killed by Indians as they traveled west. The man had subsequently killed himself.

The light was good in the living room/bar area. I set up my equipment there to start. At ten o’clock the girls and women began to file into the room, my wives circulated asking questions and marking answers on a form that had their name, basic information like height, weight, body measurements, hair color, etc. And more personal questions like sexual orientation, had they had a lesbian relationship, with who and when. Would they like to try making love with a woman, favorite position, masturbation, use of toys, and swallow or spit? The girls also looked at their health. There were no signs of any of them having a venereal disease.

There were also questions about how many men did they have every night, how much they made, would they do special shows. I knew of some money making schemes that Wyatt wasn’t using. This wasn’t the first house of ill repute I had taken photographs of. Each time I had doubled their income, the girls as well as the owners.

I started out by taking closeup photographs of their faces, posing them in several positions and lighting them differently, trying to find and bring out their natural beauty. Some of the girls weren’t beautiful, but with a little makeup and the proper pose they could be made to look better than normal. Their questionnaire forms stayed with the exposed plates.

After taking at least three photos of each of the fifteen girls we brought them back one at a time and started taking nude photographs of them. Posing them in different positions, including closeups of their pussy. Masturbating with fingers and dildoes, if so inclined lesbian photos were taken of them with other girls, most having no idea that they were both interested in that type of relationship. It turned out that eight of the girls had first experienced sex with a sister and almost all of them had had sex with their father and/or a brother.

It took four days to get all of the photographs finished, another three days of developing and making paper prints of them. My wives compiled all of the photographs with the questionnaires into groups of likes and dislikes. Ten of the girls would consider doing shows with them masturbating or doing lesbian acts with another girl. Two girls were into bondage and pain.

When I finished I had one hundred packets of fifteen 3X5” photographs of naked girls playing with their pussies and another hundred of them playing with each other and eating pussy. They were graphic and would easily bring in twenty dollars a packet. And 8X10” photographs of each girl along with things they liked to do, these would be used to attract business to each girl without them waiting out in the parlor for someone to pick them. They could also book times in advance.

Wyatt had left me in charge when he left to take a prisoner to Topeka for trial. He would be gone for ten days. The first thing I arranged was a schedule of showtimes for special programs of single girl masturbation shows and lesbian two and three girl shows. I even designed and had built a round bed big enough for three girls that turned like a lazy susan, so every seat was a good seat. A system of pulleys powered by a weight turned the bed slowly for thirty minutes. The study/library was converted into the showroom, the rotating bed was centered in the room, five stadium style bleachers surrounded the bed, each could seat twelve men without crowding them. A chicken wire fence kept the men from touching the girls. The show would change every thirty minutes with a ten minute break between them. All the men would be ushered out between shows, tickets were three dollars per show. Absolutely no exposing of men’s genitalia or masturbating was allowed on the premises, this was to encourage the men to seek the services offered. Violators were banned from the establishment for a month. Beer was sold by the mug by girl hawker’s circulating around the stands like they did at baseball games.

On the second day we opened up the shows. The first show only had twenty men in attendance, the second show had thirty, the third had sixty, and all the other shows were sold out at sixty. The first night we had nine shows, three hundred and fifty men bought tickets, we made $1,050. Plus beer sales of $50. The girls made ten percent per show.

I had girls do exit interviews to find out what customers thought. Ninety percent told the girls that it had been the first time they had seen a pussy. Of the forty exit interviews only one had seen a woman’s asshole before. Some of the men had been married for thirty years! The most common improvement they wanted was to offer ballet glasses, or binoculars for a closer view. As to the entertainment they loved both lesbian and masturbation shows but many wanted to see how a girl pisses! Almost all of the men had seen more than one show and a few had watched more than three shows.

Another benefit was that the business in the rest of the house was up fifty percent and it was a Wednesday night! Traditionally the slowest night of the week. The next two nights were the same, every show sold out. By squeezing the bleachers closer together I found we could get a sixth bleacher in and with the ten foot ceiling we could get four rows of seats. The carpenter was happy to redo all of them and he suggested that he could increase the number of seats by making each one at an angle so that they could be hooked together like a cut pie. We went from three rows of four seats to sixteen. But doing his pie shaped bleachers added room for six more men, or twenty two per section, and one hundred thirty two per show. I raised the price to four dollars a show so we were making $528 per show, six shows a night equaled $3,168 a night, just on the shows! Having that many very horney men coming out of the shows increased the other half of the business substantially.

The girls took turns doing the shows, they liked doing them! They almost always had at least one orgasm, they didn’t have a smelly man grunting in their ear, and they made more money! But they were beginning to get overworked! The house had room for five more girls or women and I was thinking about setting up the dining room as a blowjob room! Isolate the girls behind a thin wall with a hole in it at the right height, have spacers to make adjustments. The men would have partitions to isolate them from other customers. The girls would kneel on padded cushions. A shelf just wide enough for an ashtray and a mug of beer, at chest height. The man would never see the girl or woman sucking him. So older women could make a very good living just giving blowjobs or handjobs!

I had the carpenter come back in and showed him what I had in mind. He ran with it and produced a wonderful room full of twenty booths. Now I needed twenty cocksuckers to “man” the holes! I had my wives talk to older women in town, ones that didn’t make much money, waitresses, clerks in stores, the school teacher, and the lady that ran the orphanage! They actually found twelve women who were interested but needed instructions on how to give an adequate blowjob.

As they left the orphanage three girls asked them if they could do it, they were fourteen and fifteen. They wanted to do more than blowjobs if they could. They also knew of three more girls that might be interested. Two older women, one without any teeth, also came. They all insisted on anonymity so we figured out a way to pick them up and deliver them home in a covered wagon. They all came to a class I gave on the correct methods of giving a blowjob. My wives taught and demonstrated techniques on me, then their students tried to do the same. After experiencing several teeth scraping my cock more instruction was necessary. After three hours of practice they could all swallow me to the base of my cock and suck me off with the best of them!

One of the more important lessons all of the girls learned was how to spot a sick dick. Anyone with a sick dick was permanently banned from having contact with any of the girls. Anyone who violated the ban was actually committing a deadly assault and was dealt with severely! I supplied herbal medicines to girls who caught a sexual disease and they were very effective at curing the patient. In the area of medicine, the East was way ahead of Europe and America. All of the girls drank tea I provided that prevented pregnancy!

As far as the five bedrooms available, five girls came from across the river in Delano, they escaped, tired of the beatings and the poor conditions and money they earned. They were all underfed and overworked, they had been nice looking at one time, but just a few months of working over there and they needed help. Before I would let them work they all had to gain some weight and regain some of their youthful vitality. For a week they ate well, rested and were bathed twice a day. They drank my tea and consumed my herbs. The change in only a week was dramatic! At the end of a week my wives taught them everything they needed to know on sucking and fucking. They would no longer lay in bed like a cold fish, they learned how to move and how to satisfy themselves as well as their customers. They also learned how to lick and suck each other.

The packet of fifteen photographs were already selling well, as were the others. I taught two girls how to print and develop the photographs and they were busy all day every day putting packets of fifteen photos together, they made two dollars a packet. They were making twenty dollars each and every day, extremely good wages for the time.

As I walked out of the General Store, the school teacher was walking in, she passed me a note on the sly. I plopped down on the bench there on the porch. I looked around to see if anyone was looking at me or paying me undue attention. I didn’t find anyone, I checked twice more before opening and reading the note. It was written in beautifully flowing cursive writing...

Dear Mr. Jones,

There are several ladies in town who enjoy the company of other ladies. I have it on good authority that you are familiar with what I’m talking about. The men have saloons and bawdy houses, but women, all women, have nowhere to gather and socialize together. I have found a Chinese woman who would like to start a tea room. She would serve tea and cookies as well as light meals in the front room, the second floor would have some rooms dedicated to more intimate conversations where wine could be served. The furniture upstairs would be appropriate for more physical intimacy. She suggests that one or two girls be available for those women who don’t have a partner. The bottom line is that we would like for you and your wives to sponsor the purchase and remodeling of such a place. There is a house just a block off Main Street on the corner of Park Street and Third. I have also heard that you will be very discreet, I rely on your discretion.

Yours with affection,

Janet Witherspoon

I wrote Janet a note telling her to have the Chinese woman meet me at the house tomorrow morning at ten o’clock. And that she should have at least an outline of her business plan with her. By the time Wyatt had returned everything was running well, the house was full of girls and women making him and themselves money. At 5:30 a line was forming for the first show, for thirty minutes the three teenagers were going to masturbate each other before eating each other’s pussies to orgasm. The second show was a young woman masturbating with an ivory dildo. And the third was a woman wearing a strap on dido fucking a young girl. All of the shows sold out, the bedrooms were booked, and a line of men formed out the door of the blowjob room. It was the biggest night the house had ever had, they grossed over five thousand dollars. They broke the previous record by over fifteen hundred dollars.