They had been on the road for over a month, moving from their farm outside of Dayton, Ohio to a new farm outside of Lawrence, Kansas. They were the Rasmussen family, Ma and Pa, three boys and three girls, ranging in age from sixteen to eight years old. The new farm they were moving to was twice the size of the three hundred and twenty acre farm they left. They were Abolitionists and were hoping to help the state of Kansas become a Free State.

The train was made up of fifteen other similar families, all trying to better themselves, and support the anti slavery movement in Bloody Kansas. They were traveling through the dense woods of central Missouri. Very aware of the possibility of attack by Pro Slavery groups. They were trying to stay quiet and move fast, even at night. Greta Rasmussen, who was fourteen years old, started to have terrible cramps in her stomach. An hour earlier she had a bite to eat from a stew leftover from the night before. Since they were on the move, she couldn’t warm it up. If only it had been brought to a boil, it would have killed the bacteria that had grown in the venison overnight. But she had eaten it cold.

Suddenly she had to go to the bathroom, urgently! With no time to tell anyone, she slipped out the back of the wagon and into the woods. She ran several feet before pulling up her dress and the underclothes she wore, then squatted and let loose her bowels. The explosive discharge was horrible, and seemingly never ending. When it did end she felt weak, it took all of her energy just to move away from the stinking mess of her discharge. She collapsed in a heap, and fell asleep.

Greta slept soundly, she didn’t stir when a barn owl hooted almost right over her at three o’clock in the morning. She slept as the morning sunlight shone through the dense trees and illuminated her beautiful face for several minutes before moving beyond the portal and shrouding her in deep shadow once again. And she slept through voices calling her name in the distance. They called for over an hour before their calls faded as the wagon train moved farther to the northwest.

Her family didn’t know what had happened to her, it was as if the hand of God had swept her from their wagon. She was gone without a trace. They searched for several hours, but finding nothing they couldn’t hold up the train any longer than that. They hugged the other five children and said a prayer asking God and the Virgin Mary to watch over her and keep her safe, whether in this world or the next.

The sun was overhead when Greta woke to the sounds of birds and a squirrel chattering overhead. She felt dirty, hungry and alone. But the driving force making her get up and move was her thirst. Her mouth was dry and her lips were cracked, so she dragged herself off the ground and staggered away from the site of her explosive discharge. She slid down an incline, hoping for a stream or a river at the bottom. As luck would have it, there was a stream and it had a pool of water. She drank her fill from the fast moving clear water. Then she looked around and checked to see if anyone was watching her. She didn’t see, or hear anyone. She knew intellectually that that didn’t mean anything, there could be twenty men staring at her right that moment! But she wanted, and needed to clean her butt! It was crusty with remnants of last night’s experience.

She undressed, examining her clothing to see if anything needed to be washed. She discovered that three of her inner petticoats were beyond help. She took them off and threw them away from the stream. She removed everything else. She stood naked to the world, half expecting someone to step out and claim her. But no one did. She stepped into the pool and found it deep enough to sit with her head above water. She used the sand on the bottom to help scour her skin of the shit stuck to it. Soaking for ten minutes then she began rubbing her more sensitive areas with just her fingers.

She had found those spots that made her feel good last year. She touched them again, here alone in the pool. It felt good, feelings that would build until she was afraid of what was going to happen. She had never found out what it was, it felt like she was about to lose her soul, or die. She felt the feeling building, this time she would find out! This time she promised herself that she would continue until the feeling’s reached whatever conclusion it would reach and when it was triggered, she would accept whatever lay beyond. If it was death, she may as well die now, she was certain that everyone she had known had left her here in this forest having been unable to find her. She continued to rub the little button at the top of her slit. Fingers of her other hand pulled at her engorged lips. The feeling of touching her lips and occasionally touching her butt hole made those feelings build until her mind exploded with an exquisitely wonderful feeling. Her entire body convulsed and shook as if she had no control over their function. The scream she emitted startled a flock of crows a quarter mile away. She squeezed and pulled at her nipples, extending those wondrous feelings.

Something did die within Greta at that moment, her innocence died! It was replaced by a longing to repeat these actions again and again. No wonder her mother had told her not to touch herself between her legs! Those feelings would become paramount in her life, excluding all other ambitions and goals. If sex with a man was like this, if a man could bring about feelings such as these, or better, then she would become a whore and enjoy these feelings regardless of what other people thought!

But right this second, she was hungry! She got up and air dried her body, then dressed again. She walked toward the sun following the stream toward it’s source. As she walked she looked for things that would help her survive. A straight branch, a vine, a dry log split into with the wood fibers breaking down into a powder. Mushrooms, nuts and berries, some root plants that could be eaten. Wild grain and even dandelion plants. She found a long straight sapling that was perfect for making a spear. She even found a branch with a cupped knuckle on the end, perfect for making an atlatl.

She looked around the base of a tree that had a squirrel’s nest in it. The squirrel raised a fit as she found nuts buried in the ground. She didn’t find many that weren’t rotten, but she found some. Then she found some berries in a bush. They were dried up, but soaking them in water would make them edible. She stuffed her pockets full of them.

She had been walking over an hour when she saw the canvas of a wagon. Was she saved? She approached cautiously, staying behind trees as she worked her way toward the wagon. She stopped to listen, there were no human sounds, talking, pots being stirred, laughter, horses or mules stomping their feet or swishing their tails. Nothing but the ever present sounds of the forest. That was better than complete silence! Silence often meant something was about to happen, usually it was something bad!

Looking around it appeared that it had been abandoned for several weeks, if not months. Three decomposed bodies lay scattered about unburied. One had been a boy about her size, another a man and the last was a woman, her hands and feet spread out and tied to stakes in the ground, there wasn’t any clothing on her body. It didn’t take much of an imagination to know she had been raped.

Their wagon had been ransacked, trunks emptied belongings scattered around. Greta knew that most likely anything of value was probably gone. But maybe they had missed things. She searched through the clothing and found a fairly new pair of the boy’s pants, they were a little tight in her hips but otherwise a good fit. She found two shirts. Looking carefully at the trunk she realized that the depth of the inside was short of the depth of the outside, a false bottom? She looked carefully and found a release, the false bottom lifted out and revealed five small sacks of gold coins, a derringer with ten extra rounds of ammunition, and a holster. In a nice sheath was a knife, brand new, with an eight inch blade. It also had a whetstone on the back of the sheath for keeping an edge on it.

Greta found a sewing kit, and a Singer sewing machine! She had used one before. She found some canvas that was still in good shape and sewed a backpack together. The coins went into slots sewn into the back along with some batting from the mattress. The coins fit tightly and didn’t clink, the batting hid them. She had counted the coin’s value and the total was $1,250. They weighed about eight pounds, but they were close to her body so it was comfortable. She also found a fire starter kit with a piece of flint and an iron striker. She also found some cans of peaches and something called corned beef hash. A small saucepan solved her cooking problem. She made a small fire and warmed up a can of the hash. She had found a spoon and a can opener. She liked the hash and loved the peaches.

She slept in the wagon on the mattress and she slept well! She masturbated again and had the same release as before. She went through the wagon again the next morning, under the front seat was a loaded double barreled shotgun and a bandolier with ten double-ought buck shells in 10 gauge. In a clever rack on the side of the seat, she found a hand ax or hatchet. She also found a hat. And hanging on a low tree branch was a water skin, she dumped the water left in it. Then she rinsed it out several times before filling it.

With her hair in braids tucked under the hat, she thought she could pass as a boy. She thanked the dead for the things she took, then started walking to the west once more. Feeling much more confident, with food in her belly and protection that was better than sticks. The shotgun was heavy but by shifting its position often she quickly adapted to carrying it and everything else.

That evening she was looking for a place to camp. She wanted to be close to a stream and have some kind of protection from the elements. She found a stream and a small knoll at the top was a fallen tree the trunk was over three feet in diameter and was raised above the ground over three feet. Greta cut some saplings and made a lean to roof on both sides. Using some vines she had double checked to make absolutely sure they were not poison oak, she wove the two panels together and anchored them to the tree. She cut up a good supply of firewood she lay down underneath the tree trunk on a ground cloth of canvas and used a blanket to keep the night chill off.

She once again started playing with her pussy, using both hands she stroked and rubbed and pinched, the good feeling was building and almost to the point of exploding when from not far away an ear piercing scream erupted! Rubbing her forehead that had hit the trunk as she bolted upward from the scream, Greta stood up and listened. The moon was full and almost directly overhead. Over to her left she could hear an animal that was in pain. She retrieved her shotgun and knife and moved quietly toward the sound of whimpering.

Over a quarter mile from her camp, Greta found the source of the sounds, she had never seen a wolf before, but she had heard stories of them her entire life. The one before her was bigger than any wolf ever described to her. It’s front left leg was caught in a trap. The trap was small and most likely meant to catch a fox, not a wolf. But it held it’s prey securely and painfully just the same.

The wolf was eying her with his dark eyes reflecting the moonlight, it was wary of her. Not sure of the intent of the human. He sniffed the air, detecting a smell similar to a female wolf in heat, this was a female human. Perhaps she would not harm him, but she held a thunder stick in her hands. He could smell the gunpowder. Maybe she would help him and maybe she would end his pain and kill him.

He decided that if he was less aggressive that she might release him from the thing that hurt him. Then he would eat her! He ducked his head in a more subservient position, he stopped growling, and he relaxed the tense muscles of his shoulders.

Greta had been contemplating putting the poor creature out of it’s misery. But it’s countenance changed, it became more relaxed and calmer. She remembered a story about a lion in Africa with a thorn in it’s paw. A man removed it, but she couldn’t remember if the lion became friends with the man, or if the man became dinner for the lion.

She returned to her bed and tore some of her canvas ground cloth into strips. Then she went to a tree that she had noticed had moss growing on it. She gathered a double handful of the moss. Then she went back to the wolf and slowly approached it. She made a show of putting the shotgun down on the ground. Ducking her head in a subservient pose she approached the wolf with her hands held out in front of herself open to show that there was nothing hidden in them

The wolf was exercising all of his self control to restrain himself from attacking his natural enemy. He had been shot at with their thunder sticks, chased by their dogs, and almost ran down by them riding horses. It was a very close thing, he was about to lash out with his teeth, when he caught the strong smell coming from her fingers. He changed his mind, he would see what this female, who might be in her estrus cycle, would do.

Greta touched the wolf and let him smell her fingers like she would do with a strange dog. She didn’t consider just where her fingers had been just moments before. Emboldened by the wolf’s continued docile behavior. She looked closely at the trap. It was a small one, to open the jaws she had to press down on the spring that formed a handle on one side of the jaws. She knew that it was going to hurt the animal and he could attack. But she had survived this far.

She tried to explain to him what she was about to do. It nodded to her as if to say that he understood and to proceed. She used both hands to press down on the springs they compressed and the jaws opened, the wolf moved his paw from the trap, and continued to lay there. Greta removed the moss and the canvas strips and as gently as she could she felt around on the bones that had borne the brunt of the impact of the jaws of the trap. There was a bloody gash on both sides of his leg, but she couldn’t feel a break in the bones. She placed moss in the cuts then wrapped it with the strips and tied it on. This would stop the bleeding and prevent infection. When she had finished, the wolf licked her fingers, tasting her essence. It was good!

Still oblivious to just what the wolf’s tongue was tasting, she placed her free hand on his head in an attempt to convey that he should rest there and not leave the area. The wolf stayed still and Greta began to doze off. Nodding and waking up several times before finally falling asleep, her head nestled in alongside his. Finding a strange feeling of contentment, he too fell asleep. Neither one was awake enough to hear or feel when their breathing synchronized.

The lone wolf and the alone girl were not alone anymore!

They slept well, during the night their body’s moved together seeking the warmth and comfort of the other. The wolf dreamed of a time before he was alone. He had a mate and a pack that followed him. His mate was perfect for him, she was large for a female, they cuddled together as he was doing now. It had been a long time since he had cuddled like this. She, his mate, was pregnant, and the pack he led, raided a human farm. It was easy, killing the domestic livestock in pens where they couldn’t get away. But the human had a thunder stick and it sang it’s song of death and his mate fell dead. He blamed himself, his pack left him, and he has been alone ever since. Until tonight! This human helped him, saved him, he would have starved to death, and still might, if his paw doesn’t heal quickly.

Greta thought of her family, sorry that she left as she did. Without having time to tell anyone she was leaving. She just barely made it into the woods as it was. But what now, if this wolf would let her, she was going to doctor him until he was well. She would have to supply food for both of them. Better that, than becoming his food if he gets hungry. But what then? She had a lot of money! Her Daddy had never had that much money in his entire life! What did she want to do with her life? Did she really want to have men thrusting themselves into her body ten to fifteen times a day, risk getting pregnant, or some disease. It sure feels good to touch down there though!

The wolf felt the movement of the human female’s hands as she did something to her covering. Then he could smell that delightful smell that had entranced him before. It smelled so much like his mate’s smell when she wanted to mate with him.

Greta had unbuttoned her pants and stuck her hand down to her sex. She rubbed her pussy lips and clit. She was building that special feeling and was producing more of the slippery liquid than before. She thought of having a male’s penis thrusting inside her! Her left hand moved to her right nipple and started pinching and pulling it.

Suddenly the wolf’s nose was nudging the hand in her pants. She removed her hand to push his head away, but he captured it in his mouth and began licking her secretions off of her fingers. When his tongue no longer found the taste he was seeking, he tried to shove his snout into her pants to get at the source of the liquid. She tried to hold his head and pull him away, until his long tongue licked her clit. Then she was pushing his head down! She pushed the pants down her thighs, then pushed them all the way off her feet by using her other foot, then she spread her legs and let him lick. She started having orgasms, large ones, better than the ones she had given herself

Version One

After her fourth in a series of multiple orgasms, Greta felt the wolf trying to turn her over. In the back of her mind she knew that letting him do that was a bad idea, but she was only half aware, and couldn’t remember why it was a bad idea.

The wolf managed to turn her over on her stomach. He tried to mount her, his cock slid between her ass cheeks but he couldn’t get lower to his intended target. He almost skewered her other hole twice but kept just missing it. Greta had regained some of her senses and understood what he was after, she resisted as best as she could, but he out weighed her by thirty pounds. Frustrated, the wolf did what he did to any bitch wolf and a few coyotes, he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her up and into the position he wanted her in.

One of his incisors broke the skin, the warm blood dripped onto his tongue. The coppery taste was familiar and it aroused him even more! The bitch was now in the correct position. Has he hunched his hindquarters forward this time his cock slid inside the warm, wet hole of her virgin vagina. Knowing he was in the right place he drove his large canine cock forward forcefully tearing through her hymen and bottoming out against her cervix. The tip of his cock forced its way into the hole in it trying to enter the uterus itself.

The pain of the entry, the tearing of her maidenhead, quickly followed by the assault on her cervix caused a scream to burst forth from Greta’s mouth. As the wolf began to jackhammer his cock into her overfilled pussy hole with no regard to her screams of pain. His ball expanded inside her pussy nearly doubling the diameter of his cock. More pain as it stretched her membranes even more as it locked the two together. His orgasm shot several hot squirts of his seed directly into the girl’s uterus, painfully filling it to overflowing.

Her continued caterwauling was beginning to irritate the wolf, the flow of fresh warm blood on his tongue began to inflame not his ardor, but his desire to kill. His mouth still gripping the back of the girl’s neck closed harder still it crushed her vertebrae like a dry twig, killing her almost instantly. Not surprising, as he brought down deer and even elk in the same way.

Once he was no longer tied to the girl’s body he began eating his favorite parts, ripping her abdomen open he feasted on her heart and liver, her lungs, and her spleen. The blood rich spleen made him howl into the night. Full he lay down and went to sleep, a sadness, almost as deep as when he lost his mate came over him. He regretted killing the girl, it was instinct, a reaction to her fresh warm blood.

He continued eating the girl’s body over the next few days, crushing the larger bones for the rich marrow within them. He did eat her pussy and sex organs, this time literally! He licked her face a final time and left what was left of her body, the ofal, along with some skin, fingers, toes and such to the scavengers, coyotes and buzzards.

He began preying on girls from the wagon trains, mostly girls that reminded him of the kind girl that had saved him from the trap. Sometimes he would rape them before he killed them. His first victim after Greta, was a fifteen year old girl who had wandered away from the camped wagon train to potty. He grabbed her by her neck and dragged her farther away from the people. She was still alive when he dropped her over a log and began fucking her virgin hole. She attempted to scream but no sound came out. He fucked her twice, since she wasn’t screaming he didn’t kill her right away. But he did eventually kill and eat her.

Over the next ten years in a thirty mile stretch of the road between St Louis and Kansas City over eighty young girls simply disappeared, never to be found or heard from again. Not once was a wolf suspected of being the cause. Rogue Indians, Quantrill’s raiders or their ilk, and other outlaws were thought to be the cause. Then after a harsh winter in 1870, it no longer happened again. The lonely wolf had died.

Version Two

She had almost recovered from her multiple orgasms, when she looked back at the wolf and saw that his cock was erect and hard. He had a feral grin on his face that was frightening! She twirled around and put his tumultuous dick into her mouth and started sucking it. Moving it in and out of her mouth, and going as deep into her throat as possible. She found that she could suppress the choking reflex by swallowing. They were both surprised when her nose hit the fur of his stomach. She had all eight inches of him in her mouth and throat.

The wolf had never felt anything like what he felt as the girl swallowed his cock, sucking and stroking it with her mouth. No other animal he had taken had been equipped with a mouth capable of performing such a feat. The thought of a female wolf attempting to perform the same act brought shivers to him, imagining his cock shredded by the bitches teeth! But this felt wonderful, his ball began to fill in anticipation of having an orgasm.

Greta felt the expansion of his ball and realized what it signified. She immediately backed off and turned around, she put her butt in the air. Her pussy was in front of his face, she waved it back and forth. He once again licked it from her clit to her asshole. He then jumped on her back and began thrusting forward trying to locate her opening unsuccessfully. Greta reached behind and grabbed his cock and guided it to her vagina. As soon as he felt the warmth and wet velvet of her pussy walls surrounding his member, he thrust forward again. It burst through her virgin membrane and deep into her body. The tip of his canine cock centered on the opening of her cervix and tried to enter her uterus. The pain of her defloration and hitting her cervix served to heighten her arousal. As he started to forcefully hump his hindquarters back and forth her arousal turned into ecstasy and she had another orgasm. It was the best yet, but she wanted more! She began humping back into his thrusts. She built to another, then another! His ball expanded until his cock was locked in place inside her vagina. It hurt, but once again the pain heightened her orgasm. It was the biggest one yet! The wolf also climaxed, his cock locked in the girl’s vagina. His hot ejaculate being squirted directly into her uterus, it rapidly filled and overflowed.

Now locked together until the ball released them she rocked back and forth building toward another orgasm. In all her imagining she had never considered her first time being fucked would be with a wolf. But, she couldn’t think that any man would or could be his equal. After two more orgasms, Gilda was completely worn out. She fell asleep and didn’t feel it when the wolf’s penis finally deflated and slid from her pussy hole. The wolf curled up in a ball licking his overworked cock. He thought how wonderful it would be if this girl, a human girl, would be his mate! On the other hand, or paw in this case, he was getting hungry. How would he eat, he couldn’t run on his injured paw, he could barely walk. He resolved not to eat her until he had no choice.

Greta woke up before sunrise, she quietly left their camp and walked to a meadow close by. She stealthily approached the grassland and peaked around a tree. There were thirty or forty rabbits in the field. She patiently waited until a group came close together about twenty yards away. Any closer the buckshot would make mincemeat out of them. She eased around the tree and aimed for the center of the group, then she slowly raised the barrel an inch and a half to allow for gravity and fired.

Eight rabbits died immediately, two more were alive but couldn’t run. She twisted their heads until she heard their necks snap. She gathered them up and carried them back to camp. The shotgun blast had awakened the wolf, he was sniffing the air trying to locate the dangerous humans with the thunder stick. His mate, as he now thought of her, walked to him with an armload of breakfast.

Greta skinned the rabbits one at a time, cutting them up and extracting the lead balls that killed them so that they wouldn’t chomp down on one. The wolf enjoyed the six rabbits he ate. They were better without their fur. He ate them bones and all!

Greta started a small fire and cooked her rabbit, it was delicious, but missed having salt. Maybe they could find another wagon.

They stayed where they were, letting the wolf’s wound heal. Greta walked away from camp about a hundred yards and tried to maintain that distance as she walked in a circle around the camp. She didn’t find anything of interest, so she walked about another hundred yards away and circled the camp again. Almost due west of the camp she found a beaver pond. It had close to forty ducks swimming on it’s surface, and she could see large fish swimming under the water. It was time to fish.

She cut a tall sapling about 2” in diameter at the base, it tapered to about ¾” twelve feet up. She cut it off about a foot off the ground. Then she removed all of the branches and formed a knife blade on the small end. She made several small cuts along the edge down toward the tip to keep the fish from sliding off of the blade.

Greta approached the pond in the shade so she didn’t cast a shadow on the water, creeping up on the pool she had observed the fish in silently. She readied the spear, and thrust it into the water and managed to stab two fish. Twice more she stabbed and both times brought two more large fish. The wolf ate five, scales, bones and all raw. Greta cooked hers.

She changed his bandages and moss. It was healing well, and in a week he could hunt again. Meanwhile she knew that she had to keep him fed. That and keep him sexually satisfied. She gave him blowjobs and he fucked her almost every night. He had never had it so good!

During the day Greta continued to search the area, she went out three hundred yards this time. She found another wagon. The people had been dead for a long time, this time there were two bodies staked out with spread legs, one was smaller than the other! Could they have been mother and daughter? One man and four smaller bodies lay haphazard in the clearing. She searched through the wagon thoroughly, she found another trunk with a false bottom. More gold, this time $2,000 worth. She also found a hidden compartment in the wagon. It contained another $1,500 in gold coins. Under the seat she found another double barrel shotgun. And more shells, double ought buck and #8 birdshot. Five of each in another bandolier. Whoever these bandits were they were evidently more interested in rape than doing a through job of looking for gold!

Greta walked directly to the pond and changed out the shotgun load to the birdshot. She sat and watched the ducks on the pond. She stayed out of sight, and soon they came to her side of the pond. They were diving to the bottom looking for whatever grubs lived in the mud at the bottom. They also would catch small fish. They were remarkably fast under water. When they were within fifteen yards, she jumped from behind the tree and yelled. They took flight away from her, she let loose with one barrel, counting to three she triggered the second barrel several birds fell with each volley. She broke open the barrels, which ejected the spent shells. She loaded buckshot. She didn’t want to be caught by the bandits. She hid the shotgun in an advantageous spot, then waded out and started picking up the dead ducks. Occasionally she would go close to shore and throw them onto a dry spot.

She had killed eighteen of them. She was wading back to the bank when she noticed movement in the corner of her eye. Without hesitation she slipped into the waist deep water and swam into the reeds where she had hidden the shotgun. She reached it as they reached her pile of ducks,