Staking Their Claim (13 page)

The back of the cabin backed up to the bluff. There was rarely anyone behind it, unless it was a lost drunk. But today there was a man on the edge of the tree line. Forbes threw Jenny over his shoulder and jogged over to the stranger.

“So this is the one?” The man was short, his voice high and tinny. He grinned a rotten-toothed grin at Jenny as Forbes put her down.

“Yeah, and Drake and Simms will be needing proof that I have her.” With one hard yank, Forbes tore the collar from Jenny’s dress and then pulled the ribbons from her hair. “Take these,” he said. “Tell ‘em I have the girl. You know what else to say—if they want to see her alive they’ll be on the first stage to San Fran. If they try to stay and look for her, she dies. If they say anything to anyone, she dies. The only way to save her is to leave. She’ll be taken care of in a safe place, a secret place, and if they stay put and don’t contact the authorities or return, she’ll be put on a stage to San Fran in eight days. But it’ll be nothing to me to kill her if they don’t do what I say.”

The man nodded.

“I don’t have to tell you; deliver that message and you’ll be a rich man. Say a word of anything about where she is, and I’ll kill you.”

“Don’t worry, boss,” the small man said, and jogged off.

Jenny was too scared to even cry as Forbes threw her back over his shoulder. She didn’t know how deep into the woods he would take her, but she knew she could not let him carry out his plan. If he tied her up and put her in a hole in the ground, it could become a tomb if something happened to him and no one knew where she was. She had to think.

She looked down toward the ground, and her eyes fell on something. Forbes’ belt held a knife and it was well within reach. Jenny had never so much as killed a fly. The idea of driving a blade into another human nauseated her. But as Forbes began to climb the steep path toward the deeper forest, Jenny knew it may well be her life or his. But she needed to distract him. So she began to cry.

The tears were genuine, and had the desired effect. Forbes became agitated and unfocused.

“Quit your bellyaching,” he said.

“But I’m scared!” she said. “And I’m dizzy!” She grabbed his waist, as if trying to balance herself, her hand surreptitiously sliding to his belt. “Please put me down!”

“And have you run off before I can tie you up? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Ruin my plan. Well, let me tell you…”

The forest erupted with the sound of his scream as she pulled the knife free and drove it into the lower left side of the large man’s back. He crumpled underneath her like an injured horse and Jenny rolled away, not looking back as she scrambled to her feet and started running back the way they’d come.

Jenny could hear him yelling, could hear his heavy footsteps in pursuit. She dodged around a stick and her feet hit a pile of pebbles, sending her sliding to the ground. She rolled over and cried out to see Forbes’ huge form hurtling toward her. She could have been no more afraid if it had been a bear about to attack.

But then, just as he reached her, Dan Forbes stopped.

“You…” He pointed to her, his wild eyes glassy. “You ain’t gonna…”

And then he stopped and swayed for what seemed like a sickening eternity before toppling like a tree, his face landing inches from her hand, the eyes open and staring at nothing.

Now Jenny did scream. She’d never seen anyone die, and while part of her was relieved, she was also terrified to be alone on a woodland trail with a dead man she had killed. What if she were charged with his murder? She touched his body, shook it, half-hoping he’d moan. But there was nothing. He was obviously lifeless.

She stood, panting in fear and began to run. She was shocked to see men now heading up the path, lots of them, headed by Nigel and Cody. With a wild sob, she launched herself at her two protectors.

“Where is he? Where’s Forbes?” Cody’s tone was furious. “Where’s that sonofabitch? Did he hurt you?”

“Oh, Cody… Nigel…” She began to sob as she shook her head. “He didn’t get a chance to hurt me. He’s dead! I killed him and now I’ll hang!”

“Hang? After he took you?” Around her, the other men she didn’t know nodded in agreement.

“How did you know?” she asked.

“As soon as Forbes’ stooge told us what had happened, we worked him over until he broke,” Nigel said. “It took all of five minutes. Forbes didn’t have much brain to go with that brawn. If he had, he’d have sent a tougher man to give us the message. And of course, Nurse Mab had come to by then and was about to fill us in by the time the man cracked. If you hadn’t killed Forbes, she would have.”

“Oh…” Jenny was shaking now, and Cody picked her up and turned. The men around him parted to let him through.

Jenny clung to Cody, knowing that while it would be a while before she felt completely safe, the nightmare of Dan Forbes would trouble her no more.

Chapter Thirteen: The Final Claim

“Just because we can afford these things doesn’t mean we need them.”

Jenny held up the exquisite dress edged in lace, the cut and hem in the girlish fashion she preferred. As long as her men wanted her to be their little one, she’d dress the part. The only difference now was that the dresses were of silk as opposed to muslin or homespun.

“We’re entitled to spoil you.” Nigel was sitting in a wingback chair before a fire, looking every bit the English gentleman even though the ranch they had purchased in Northern California was as far from England as one could imagine. But he had settled into life as a cattleman, and so had Cody.

After finding one of the richest gold veins in their camp, the first thing they’d done was make Jenny an honest woman.

Cody had married Jenny before leaving Coloma. Then Nigel had married her again, although that ceremony was sentimental rather than legal. Privately, they’d kept the agreement intact giving them joint custody of their child bride, and Jenny was content in knowing that she’d never be alone. She had Nigel and Cody, and she had Nurse Mab, although there was little need for the older woman to do more than dote on her charge.

After Forbes’ death, their lives had changed swiftly and dramatically, and the three decided that they would delay the final consummation of their union—the taking of Jenny’s last virginity—for when they were settled into a permanent home.

That would happen this night, and the men had celebrated the occasion by giving their little love a new dress and some jewelry. Now they all retired to the bedchamber, which held a bed large enough for three.

Nigel shut the door behind them as Cody removed his jacket and expensive shirt. Like Nigel, the cowboy—now the region’s wealthiest rancher—had become quite the gentleman, and sometimes Jenny giggled as she wondered what her aunt would say to know that she’d ended up not with just one wealthy husband, but two.

She’d been wearing the trainers once or twice a week, and their entry was painless enough that she felt comfortable with the idea of taking either man’s cock in her ass. She knew it would still hurt, but she invited the pain, the submission it would take to endure it.

Jenny let the men undress her, knowing they loved it. After her dress had been removed, they knelt on either side of her to remove her lacy petticoat and stockings, kissing her thighs in tandem before moving up to her pussy. She fell back on the bed, spreading her legs as both feasted on her flesh, tongues jockeying for position as she cried out beneath their hungry mouths.

She loved this feeling—this sensation of being overwhelmed. She loved it when the men fondled and fucked her to the point she couldn’t form a coherent thought. Jenny often thought of May—from whom she had secretly learned that a woman could even be with two men. After leaving Coloma, Jenny felt as if she owed the prostitute for both the lesson and her kindness, and so she’d had the men send May enough money to live with dignity. Jenny sometimes liked to think that as a respectable woman, May would find a man who loved her as a person. With luck, perhaps she’d find two.

“Are you ready, lass?” Nigel asked.

Jenny nodded, looking up at the slick, lust-glazed faces of the two men peering over the top of her shaved mound. She was more than ready, and they knew it.

It would be Cody who would take her ass. Nigel was content to start the process by lying on his back with Jenny atop of him. Her pussy sliding easily onto his cock, eliciting a groan from her sandy-haired lover while behind her, Cody lubricated his cock with a special ointment he’d gotten from Doc Martin before leaving Coloma.

Jenny took a deep breath as she felt the head of it nudge her twitching orifice. He rubbed his cock against her, waiting, and didn’t push until she’d been rocked by her first orgasm, the waves powerful as she rode Nigel’s hard cock.

With their woman relaxed from her first wave of pleasure, Cody could now slide in with less risk of hurting her. Jenny hissed as the head of his cock finally breached the ring of muscles. He waited, moving in by slow degrees as Nigel stared into her eyes and played with her clit. Cody’s hands were on Jenny’s nipples, and she felt fresh arousal coursing through her.

“It’s happening,” she said.

“Yes, love. You’re taking both of us,” Nigel said with a groan as Cody sank in further.

Jenny threw her head back and moaned. Her men. Both her men were inside of her at the same time. She was being filled, taken, claimed by her two husbands—handsome, virile, demanding,
dominant!

“Ooooooh!” she cried as Cody finally seated himself. She was filled to the hilt now, and it was she who began the movement up and down on Nigel’s cock as Cody slowly pumped into her ass. The cries of all three now filled the wood-paneled bedchamber, the candles in the wall sconces casting a golden glow over three bodies moving together in carnal synchronicity.

“Fill me!” she cried, her body eager for their seed. She closed her eyes, picturing it pumping into her, knowing later it would seep out as a reminder of their mastery of her body.

She could feel their passions building, feel their cocks harden and pulse, hear their gasps and moans of passion. Her own was building, coiling tighter and tighter until is released, and her pussy clamped rhythmically on Nigel’s cock until he came a second time just before Cody unleashed his passion deep into Jenny’s ass.

And then the three of them lay together—two men and a woman claimed fully, completely, in every way.

The End

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