Wounded Sheep

She gasped as she caught her breath. Looking up at him. Her question was obvious.

"I just wanted to see if you could do it." He said. "There's something else I want a whole lot more."

He got out of his seat and picked her up off the floor. He carried her to the table and put her back on it. When he spread her legs. She pulled her skirt out of the way so she could watch as he began to run the shaft of his cock up and down her slit.

"Yeah." She whispered.

He smiled at her then began to push himself into her.

"Oh! Oh! Ah! Easy, baby." She whimpered hoarsely as he slowly entered her.

She could feel him stretching and filling her just like he'd done with her throat. He pushed on until she felt him bump into the back of her pussy. Unlike Jackson. He may have stretched her good. But his balls collided with her when he hit bottom.

Watching him slowly mangle her lady parts caused a big orgasm to wash over her. She began to thrash a bit as she collapsed on the table. She grabbed the edges to keep herself stable. Her thrashing got worse when she felt Cummings begin to move in and out of her.

She was coherent enough that she knew she was spouting gibberish. But she couldn't stop. What the big man was doing to her felt better than anything she had ever felt before. Even his hands gripping her sides to keep her stable sent quivers through her body.

Every time he slid deep into her. Another orgasm seemed to wreck her nerves. Someone took mercy on her and held her hands down. That helped to keep her in reality enough to be able to watch Private Cummings as he made her cum many times over. She was grateful when she saw the look in his eye that HE was finally about to finnish.

She fought her way through another orgasm as he humped harder and, if possible, deeper into her. Then that soothing sensation of warmth as he yelled out his release. She moaned with him as it felt so good to be filled by the big man.

They lay there moaning in fatigue. Unfortunately it had to come to an end. Cummings pushed his way off of her and eased his fading cock from her ravished body. Caroline whimpered in disappointment before she caught herself. Bringing a shame filled hand to cover her mouth.

"It's alright mamma." He whispered as he moved her hand to give her a gentle kiss. "Don't mean ya asked for any of this."

She sat up slowly to find the others had put their clothing back together. Sergeant Jackson sat on the edge of the table next to her. "Might be a good idea to wash them clothes." He stated as he ran his hand across her stomach. "They got a lot a mess on em."

She nodded before tears suddenly began to flow.

Tolliver pulled her close and hugged her tight. "Hey now. It's alright."

"You... You..." Was all she could get out.

He pulled her away just far enough for her to see his face. "Yes we did." He nodded.

She shook her head, now. "I... I can't believe I actually..."

"That wasn't your fault. Ya didn't ask us to come an take ya like this." All she could do was to shake her head more. He pulled her back into the hug. "I'm glad it felt good. But that don't change nothin. Alright?" He asked as he pulled back for her to see him again. She nodded and wiped her eyes dry. "OK then. You go get changed and wash these clothes before your man gets back."

She nodded and pushed herself off the table with some help from Tolliver and Grover. They watched as she went to the back of the shack and pulled out a clean pair of bloomers, camise, blouse and skirt.

"What do we do with these?" Silak asked.

He was holding the torn up pair of bloomers Jackson had cut off of her. "Give em here. I'll burn em up when we get back to Fort Buford." Jackson took the bloomers and carried them out to his saddle bags.

The other men followed him out. "Let's mount up." He ordered.

"We can't do that Sarge." Cummings commented. Jackson looked at him but waited for him to continue.

But Caroline surprised them all. "No. You have to go. Now!" She was wearing her clean bloomers and a camise but nothing else. She shook her head with an expression of true fear. "You can't be here when Marshall gets home with my boys!"

The Sergeant nodded in agreement with her.

Cummings looked at her. "Look, if somethin happens to ya before your family gets back. We're gonna feel lower'n the bottom of an Outhouse."

She scoffed but Tolliver hung his head before nodding in agreement with his Private. He was right. Forcing themselves on her was one thing. Leaving her to be murdered by "who knows what" was another. He looked up to see her shaking her head some more. He walked over to her and rubbed her arms.

"Here's what we're gonna do." He looked over his shoulder to yell at his men. "Mount up!" Then he looked back at her. "We're gonna go sit in that grove a tree's over there..." He turned and pointed to the hilltop several hundred feet away. "Keep an eye on ya. When your family comes back. We'll slip away on the other side. No one the wiser."

That seemed to relax her.

"Now. {IF} Someone you don't know shows up before them? Just wave at those trees and we'll ride down to meet em. Alright?"

She nodded some more. "OK. Yes. That. That sounds good."

He nodded. Gripped her ass and pulled her into a deep kiss. She couldn't help but close her eyes and lean into him. His tongue was doing things to her mouth that Marshal never had.

"It truly was a pleasure to meet you, Caroline." He whispered.

She was stunned by the sudden break. "Uh huh." Was all she could muster in reply.

The Sunday services for the Wagon Train had been very successful in the Reverend's opinion. The people of the Wagon train, not having much in the way of entertainment, took to the socializing happily.

Mr. Soaras and his large brood of "Catholics" made regular appearances. And everyone seemed to take to them as easily as the others. Parson Withers usually made a point of arguing with Reverend Elijah on one point of theology or another. While the good Reverend enjoyed dragging Tennessee Mike into the discussion.

{Mike} did not find it funny.

The Reverend had also adopted five other men to his wagon. Two of them had horses. So at the next town they picked up another two horse hitch. To extend the team of the wagon to six. When he built the wagon. His wife had insisted he make sheltering tents for both sides. On the chance that they may have to provide shelter for others.

She had been right on several occasions. This time it provided shelter for three Black men in their twenties and one Cubano from New Orleans. To be fair, the Preacher thought he was a Mexican. But Elijah was from South Texas. What was he supposed to think? I mean, sure he recognized the kid's Spanish was extremely fast. But he just thought the Mexiconito was a little excitable is all.

The fifth man was an old Black man from Kentucky, named Duncan Hoverson. Due to his age, he got to ride up front with the Preacher. While the other four made a shade and used their bedrolls for seats on top of the wagon.

"What in the world is an old feller like you doing on his way to Virginia City?" The Preacher asked.

They'd been travelling for a few hours and the scenery, though beautiful, had lost its allure.

Duncan laughed. "Weeelllll there weren't no work in Kentucky for me. So I says, "Duncan? Let's have us one last adventure." He laughed some more when the Preacher shrugged. "I hear they got's streets paved with silver out there."

The Preacher looked dubious. "You ever seen a white man waste that kind of money on {streets}?"

Duncan laughed some more. "...Naw. But I'd like to see it all the same."

Reverend Coster liked having the men around. It was nice comradery and they helped when it came time for setting up camp. Duncan had a .45 on his hip and a Remington .50-70 rolling block for hunting game. Arnulfo had a trotline for fishing that he liked to setup whenever they stopped near a stream. Between the two of them, the wagon was always well fed.

When they came to stop for the day. Arturo hopped off the wagon and rushed to setup his trotline. Duncan eased himself up off the seat. Taking his time getting down from the wagon. The Preacher chocked the wagon wheels and began unhitching the horses. While the others built the shelters on both sides.

"Preacher?" He heard from behind him.

He turned to find Brother Jakob standing there. He was a married man with three children. Their wagon was only the sixth or seventh one from the end of the train.

"How can I help you, Brother?" He smiled.

"Can we talk?.. Somewhere private?"

"Sure." He nodded before leading him a distance from the train. "What's on your mind?"

He shook his head. "Those people on the end?..." He pointed to the rear of the wagon train. "They're Mormons."

The Preacher tried not to laugh. He knew this was important stuff to some people. He nodded. "...And why does this matter?"

"What!?"

The Preacher shook his head. "Don't go all "what" on me, Brother. You swore an oath to the Lord and you're about to keep it... Now, "why" does this matter?"

Jakob shook his head in thought. "Uhhhh... My wife's father was killed by Mormons."

The Preacher nodded. "Alright. And how many Mormons did her father kill?"

"I... Well... None! I think!"

The Preacher made a face. "So, you're telling me. Her daddy was just at home. Asleep in his bed. With a cherubim like expression on his face..." Jakob frowned at him. "When these evil Mormons from Hell just rushed in and shot the man... That's your story?"

Jakob sighed in exasperation. "How can {you} a man of God not see a problem with these people?!"

"Ah!" He nodded. "OK. Let me begin by saying, "I am sorry. That you were lied to." Jakob looked confused. "When your preacher quoted Paul saying, "His yoke is easy and his burden is light?" Jakob now shook his head even more confused. "Yeah. His [Yoke] is responsibility. And his [Burden] is never ending..." He gave Jakob a few moments for that to sink in. "You swore an oath. Now go safeguard your Brothers and Sisters. We will not be abandoning them in the wilderness."

Jakob looked displeased but gave a reluctant nod before leaving.

Sister Margarie, Brother Jakob's wife, came by later that evening. She was equally unhappy with the Preacher. But after talking with him she had to admit that One: Her father had killed many Mormons in the Missouri wars. And Two: She did {not} want this war to be inherited by her children.

With that last point in mind she agreed; "forgiveness" was a >very< good path.

"How ya wanna handle this?" Silak asked.

Sergeant Tolliver Jackson sat in the wooded knoll overlooking the Walker's home. It hadn't even been a week since their last "visit."

Tolliver shrugged. "Husband's workin in the barn. Boys're playin at the stream. And sweet sweet Caroline's in the kitchen." He smiled. But soon his smile faded. "Could be we don't get nothin special outta this visit. Warn the men. We'll go down an talk to the husband. See if they seen anythin yet. But be prepared to ride on after that." He ended with a nod to Silak.

Silak sneaked down the hill to Cummings and Grover. While Jackson checked with his field glasses one last time. Just to be sure he wasn't missing anything.

Soon, they mounted up and rode over the hill to meet the family of the Walker residence. The boys appeared to be about 8 or 9 years of age. And like most children, they were the first to yell when they saw something interesting. Mr. Walker appeared at the edge of the barn. While Mrs. Walker came to the doorway to watch the Cavalrymen approach. Sergeant Jackson led his men toward the barn.

Mr. Walker smiled and waved as they approached. "Mornin." He said as Tolliver dismounted.

"Mornin, Sir." Tolliver nodded as he dismounted. "My name's Sergeant Jackson with B Troop of the 10th Cavalry." He said as he extended his hand.

"How can I help ya?" The man smiled as he shook the proffered hand.

Tolliver gave the man the same explanation he'd given Caroline earlier in the week. Something told him. She had not relayed their visit to the man. He was not surprised about the gold rush in Deadwood. That had been all anyone in town could talk about. But he did seem to think this was their first patrol through here. His boys arrived to listen just a few minutes after that.

The boys were enamored with the soldiers. They asked many questions. Interrupting their Father and Sergeant Jackson's discussion.

To the point their Dad said, "Boys? Why don't ya put some water in the trough for their mounts an let em get some rest?"

With that, the boys happily lead the soldiers over to the trough near the house. Before filling it from the well. The men dismounted and removed their saddles and tack while the horses drank. Grover began brushing his horse down. He began talking with the boys about how many fights they had seen. As well as anything else they could think of to distract the children. Tolliver walked with Mr. Walker back into the barn. So they could sit in the shade and talk in peace.

Silak took the opportunity to step into the shack.

"No." Caroline whispered with raised brows. "No." She shook her head vehemently.

Silak smiled as he took her arms and moved her to the back of the house. "Now, you know we ain't got much time." He whispered.

"My kids are right outside." She continued in a whisper. Just before trying to fight him as he lifted the front of her skirt. "Stop it. Please."

"No time for that." He shook his head.

He kissed her to shut her up. Then slid his hands under her skirt to grab both cheeks through her bloomers.

"We can't do this now." She pleaded quietly.

He took her left hand and ran it down the shaft of his cock. Even through his pant's she could feel how hard he was. She bit her lip with a slight moan but glanced nervously at the door.

"Silak, please? Don't?"

She watched as he set his gun belt aside and pulled his cock out. He gripped her behind the head and pulled her to her knees.

"Get that wet for me."

She moaned but accepted his dick into her mouth. When she felt him pull her farther down she thought, "Of course." But she relented and allowed his cock to make her gag a moment before working her throat around until it could pass. He gave her a few deep strokes before easing her off of him.

He pulled her back to her feet and leaned her back against the dresser.

"You could just let me finish you in my mouth. It would be quick." She nodded as he pulled the front of her skirt up again.

"Not the same. Besides, you wouldn't enjoy it as much." He smiled as he tore her bloomers open.

He watched as she inhaled deeply. He gripped her hips as he slowly eased everything he had into her. She grunted when he hit bottom.

"Hush now." He whispered. "We don't want your boys to hear nothin."

She bit her lip and nodded.

Thankfully the old dresser was sturdy. It didn't shake as he slowly pumped into her.

"Gonna need ya to move those hips. If ya wanna finish fore one of your family catch us."

Caroline nodded and started pumping her hips back at him as their pace increased. She gripped the edge of the dresser to balance herself.

"Cover my mouth!" She whispered. He'd been watching her lovely body fuck back at him. So her comment caught him off guard. When he looked up suddenly, "Cover my damned mouth! I'm gonna..."

He slipped his right hand over her mouth as she wheezed out a faint cry and her body shook. He kept his hand there as he knew it would still be a bit before he was done. She squealed into his hand again and he moved his left hand to her lower back as his thrust got stronger.

A minute later and he slammed his mouth over hers as they both moaned out. His climax felt like it filled her stomach. Which left her quivering against him as they recovered.

Silak took a moment to catch his breath. Then let out a huge exhale. "Damn woman." He whispered. She couldn't help but laugh and give a small nod.

"Stay put." He told her.

She obviously didn't like it but she did as he said. She watched as he put himself back together and buckled his gun belt. Then he kissed her once more and headed out the front.

"Your mamma tells me you boys like to play down by the water?" She heard him say to her children.

"Yes, sir." They replied in unison.

"Might be we could find some indian sign down there. Why don't ya take me down there. So we can have a look?"

She heard her children's joyful agreement as they walked away. A few moments later both Cummings and Grover walked inside and headed to her. When she saw them drop their gun belts on the table, she sighed. From the looks on their faces. She knew there wasn't anything she could say that would stop them.

She groaned just before Cummings pulled her to him with a laugh. "Missed you, Caroline." She gave a small smile as his mouth closed over hers while he pulled her tight. When he eased back from the kiss. Grover moved her near the hope chest that sat at the foot of the bed. Cummings bent her over and hiked up her skirt. She leaned against Grover for support. Then she heard Cummings tear the crotch of her bloomers open wider.

"What is it with you men and my underwear?"

"Just wanna see more of ya, Mrs. Walker." Grover smiled.

Then her eyes rolled as she felt Cummings' massive cock slide into her. She felt Grover push her head down to find his cock waiting for her. She gave a self deprecating shake of her head before swallowing the thing down.

"Ah, that's what I needed." He whispered.

Caroline could feel Cummings sliding in and out of her. Grover gripped her by the bun and his left hand cupped her jaw for support. He soon began to slowly piston in and out of her mouth while Private Cummings went to work on her back end.

The two of them moaning and grunting noises of encouragement only served to stoke her fires as well. Soon she was joining in with her own moans of delight. Cummings tore her bloomers even farther so now she could hear his flesh slapping against her bare ass. She opened her eyes. No one had caught them. But the act of being fucked by two strangers at the foot of her marital bed made her cum instantly.

She groaned and shook until Grover, "OH! Yes! Yes! Oh, damn girl!" He horsley whispered.

He continued with slower longer strokes until he pulled himself from her mouth. Cummings, seeing that his friend was clear, sped up his assault on her pussy. The slapping got louder. While she rested on her elbows on top of the chest. He slammed into her so hard that all she could do was to grunt and hold on for him to finish. Thankfully, when he erupted inside of her, she felt another quake as her latest orgasm wracked her body. Grover had to cover her mouth as she keened in response.

She looked up to see Grover step away. Button his pants and put his gun belt back on. Then he moved to the door to make sure all was still clear. Cummings was still slowly grinding into her.

"We have to stop." She whispered over her shoulder at him.

He nodded and let out a cleansing breath. She worked to get her ruined bloomers to wipe up all of the cum. As Cummings got himself put away. He, and then Grover, gave her a tender kiss before slipping back outside. She leaned against the table to catch her breath.

"These boys are gonna be the death of me." She mumbled under her breath.

When she had control of her legs again she walked to the window to check on things. Silak must have seen that his friends were done. Because he was heading back from the stream with her sons. She watched as they changed direction for the barn.

She walked to the door. "Did they find something?" She asked Cummings and Grover.

Both men shrugged at her. "Not sure. We should probably find out." Grover commented.

The three of them walked to catch up to the group as the boys started talking to their father. He calmed them down before asking Silak, "What'd ya find?"