Moonshine
06-30-2005, 04:11 PM
My father, Josh Carter, came to American in 1869, during the big gold rush. A few years later he meet my mother and they married. During my birth, my mother had a hard labor and as a result, died. Growing up, ever so often my father will smile at me and tell me how much I looked like her. But, once he would remember that she died giving me life, his face would tort up and then he would tell me how it was my fault that she was dead.
Over the past few years, dad bagan to drink heavily. It was during his drinking spells, that he would often tell me that if he could get rid of me he would. I never took him serious. I just knew that somewhere deep inside of him he truly loved me and would get over his hurt and anger in time. I found out one morning just how wrong I was about that and how much he truly despised me.
My father came home early one morning. He was still drunk from drinking all night long. Before I could tell him that I would start breakfast, another man entered the room. I recognized him as the woodsman and fur trader Jason Wells. Jason was known around Goldbrush, our little mining town, as a harsh man. He was a large built and stood almost 6' tall. He was not fat, but big boned and well muscled from his rough live as a woodsman. He had to be at least 40. His black hair and beard was graying. His blue eyes looked stone cold. Just having him in our home scared me.
As soon as the door was closed, my father looked at me harshly. Jason stood by the door with his arms crossed. He kept staring at me; watching my every move. As I turned to start breakfast, I heard my father say, "Get your shit packed. I'm finally getting rid of you. Jason here has bought you. Why, I don't know. You're nothing but trouble." My father spat on the floor at my feet.
"What do you mean "bought me"? What have you done?," I asked angerily.
My father explained, "Last night in the bar, Jason said that he was thinking about trading some furs to the Indians for one of their squaws. Said that the mountains tend to get cold and lonely during the winter. You know, Angela, he needs a woman to cook, clean, do the mending, and keep him company during those long cold winter nights." My father smiled at his last comment and then continued, "So, I told him that I had a daughter that I wanted to get rid of. That she was white and not some Indian squaw. That she was around twenty, could cook, clean, mend, and was still a virgin." Again my father smiled.
I could fell the anger and rage that had been pent up inside of me for so long surfacing. I don't know if it was the rage or actual courage that made me turn to Jason and asked, "How much did you pay for me, Mr. Wells? How much did you pay for your new slave, Mr. Wells? How much did you pay for my INNOCENCE, MR. WELLS?" I didn't even realize that I was walking towards him, much less screaming at him.
Jason grabbed my arm and backed me up against the wall. Roughly he growled, "Watch your tongue, woman. You are in no position to back talk me." Smiling at me he continued in a mocking voice, "Your innocence costed me plenty. Your father was feed a nice steak dinner, bought several glasses of various alcoholic drinks, a new pack mule, and..." He paused long enough to bend down to my 5' 2" height and looked me in my blue eyes, "...and nearly a year's worth of pelts which he intends to sell and get money for. Yes, Angela, your innocence costed me plenty. Now, if you will kindly pack, I would like to get supplies for the winter and head back for the cabin. I predict that a snow storm will be hitting in a few days."
"Well you heard him girl," my father said coursly to me. "Get your shit packed and get the hell out of here. Oh, and Jason, don't bring her back either. She's your problem now."
It didn't take me long to get my "shit" packed. After leaving my father's home, we went to the mercantile for supplies. Once inside, Jason harshly told me to get any items that I would be needing or wanted. I decided that if I was going to live with this man for the rest of my life then I wasn't going to back down from him. I would instead stand up to him and fight for myself.
The trip to his cabin seemed very long, taking the better part of the day. Neither of us said hardly a word to the other but, I did notice that Jason would glance at me occasionly. I began to wonder about the sleeping arrangement and asked him about it. He said that he would leave me alone for a while. But when he did decided to have me, I was not to deny him.
Upon reaching the cabin, I helped him to get our winter supplies in. Just as we did snowflakes began to fall. I then remember what Jason had said before we left my father's home. He had been right about the storm even though it hit sooner than he expected. It turned out to be a bad one that lasted for nearly three days.
A few days later Jason left to check the traps. Before leaving he instructed me, "I'll be back in a few mintues hours, Angela. I expect a warm dinner when I return." "What would you like," I asked sarcastically. "Watch your tone woman. I want a nice pot of venison stew. And don't think about poisioning it. You'll be eating it too." With that he left. Three hours later he returned, removed his coat and boots, and then demanded supper. Once the dishes were removed from the table he pulled me close to him, wrapping his arms around me.
"Now, Angela, for desert. I think I'll have what I paid for. And remember, no denying me of it."
"What do you want me to do," I asked defiantly, "lay on my back and allow you to rape me. I don't think so." I pushed away from him, taking only a few steps before Jason grabbed my long brown hair with his left hand. He then used it to pull me back to him. Once in his arms again he let go and regrabbed it, this time right behind my neck. Pulling my hair down, my blue eyes now looked up at him. Smiling down at me, his cold blue eyes wondered over my 28C breasts. Softly and yet harshly he said, "You can't run from me, Angela. You're mine. Bought and paid for." His smile faded and his voice became harsh, "You might as well get use to it. I told you that I would have you when ever I wanted you." His right hand now rubbed my ass, pushing my pelvis against him.
I begged and pleaded with him. "Oh, Jason. Please no. Please not yet." My pleading only seemed to intensify his carnal lust. With my body still pressed against him, I gasped as I felt his manhood growing. Pressing me harder to him, he said, "Now see what you've done, Angela. And since it was you that done it, it will be your sweet virgin pussy that takes care of it for me. Thanks to you, I no longer have to jackoff anymore."
With his left hand still holding my hair, he used his right one to rip the faded and worn dress from my breast. Jason stared at them. "MMMM," he groaned, "What a beautiful pair of perfect breasts. Not even the whores in town have any that look this good." Jason leaned over and kissed my soft skin right above my them. I began to sob uncontrolably. His mouth was now on my left tit, sucking and pulling at it. He then moved to the right one, doing the same to it.
Jason stood back up and smilingly moaned. "MMMM They taste as good as they look." With his right hand he continued in ripping my dress from my body, letting the remains fall to the floor. He started rubbing my furry, panty-less clit. "No Jason. Please no," I begged through my sobs. I tried to push his hand away from my innocence but, his strength was too much for me. His hand now part my trembling legs and I could feel his middle finger as it entered me. I sobbed harder. "Don't worry, Angela. It'll only hurt for a little bit." Jason licked his tongue up my neck, stopping at my ear. "Mind me, Angela. Mind me or suffer my wrath," he harshly whispered into my ear.
Jason picked me up and carried me over to the bed that was in the corner of the room. "I've left you alone so far and have slept on the floor, but not any more. Tonight I return to my bed and take what is rightfully mine." After dropping me on the bed, he commanded me to remove his shirt. I was to scared not to do as I was told. Still sobbing, I nervously removed his shirt. Jason smiled at me as I obeyed. "Now my pants, Angela." I removed his pants. "Socks!" I removed them. Jason now stood in the brand new pair of long johns that he had bought at the merticle the day we left Goldbrush. I sat looking nervously at him. I could see his manhood as it desperately tried to escape from it's cloth jail. "Remove them!" "Please," I sobbingly begged. Laughing he said, "MMMM So now your begging to remove them." Jason did his version of me pleading with him, trying to sound femaleish as he mocked my "Please". Pulling my hair again he demanded, "Now bitch." I fumbled with the buttons as he continued to pull my hair. I had lost all of my courage in fighting him.
We were now both naked. I sat on the bed as Jason stood before me stoking his full erected, 8" cock. It was very thick, as big as a large cucumber. Smiling he said, "I won't make you suck this time but, you will soon enough." Jason started to climb on the bed as I scrambled off. Grabbing me by the arm this time, he threw me back onto the bed. I lay on my back, the wind knock out of me, as he climbed on me. Parting my legs, he laid down between them. I could feel his dick at my furry hole. Again I tried to push him away with no avail. With his hands, he held mine down. I could feel the tip of him entering me. "No," I screamed. "Yes," he growled back. He was now an inch in me. Oh it hurt like hell. "MMMM Angela. You are so tight. Just relax and let me have you." I screamed as he pushed again. "MMMMM," he moaned, laying his head on my shoulder, "half way in." I relaxed as he started pulling out, but I was soon screaming again as he rammed himself the rest of the way in and shattered my hyman.
Jason moaned as he worked his way in and out of me. "MMMM Angela. Nice and tight." My body betrayed me as my pussy began to become wet with each stroke he made. "That's it, baby. Get nice and wet for me." Soon I was softly moaning. I wondered why I had wanted to deny him of this pleasure. For that's what it was. Pure, sensual, wonderful pleasure. After my third orgaism, Jason released my hands. "Oh, Jason. Jason. Please don't stop." "I knew that you would enjoy it once you gave in, Angela." My moaning grew louder and I now rubbed his back with my hands and wrapped my legs around his waist. Jason brought me to climax several more times. His pace increased and with a loud groan, came deep in me. I could feel his sperm filling my womb. His pulsating dick prevented it from draining out. Jason laid on top of me for sometime, passionately kissing me.
Over the past few years, dad bagan to drink heavily. It was during his drinking spells, that he would often tell me that if he could get rid of me he would. I never took him serious. I just knew that somewhere deep inside of him he truly loved me and would get over his hurt and anger in time. I found out one morning just how wrong I was about that and how much he truly despised me.
My father came home early one morning. He was still drunk from drinking all night long. Before I could tell him that I would start breakfast, another man entered the room. I recognized him as the woodsman and fur trader Jason Wells. Jason was known around Goldbrush, our little mining town, as a harsh man. He was a large built and stood almost 6' tall. He was not fat, but big boned and well muscled from his rough live as a woodsman. He had to be at least 40. His black hair and beard was graying. His blue eyes looked stone cold. Just having him in our home scared me.
As soon as the door was closed, my father looked at me harshly. Jason stood by the door with his arms crossed. He kept staring at me; watching my every move. As I turned to start breakfast, I heard my father say, "Get your shit packed. I'm finally getting rid of you. Jason here has bought you. Why, I don't know. You're nothing but trouble." My father spat on the floor at my feet.
"What do you mean "bought me"? What have you done?," I asked angerily.
My father explained, "Last night in the bar, Jason said that he was thinking about trading some furs to the Indians for one of their squaws. Said that the mountains tend to get cold and lonely during the winter. You know, Angela, he needs a woman to cook, clean, do the mending, and keep him company during those long cold winter nights." My father smiled at his last comment and then continued, "So, I told him that I had a daughter that I wanted to get rid of. That she was white and not some Indian squaw. That she was around twenty, could cook, clean, mend, and was still a virgin." Again my father smiled.
I could fell the anger and rage that had been pent up inside of me for so long surfacing. I don't know if it was the rage or actual courage that made me turn to Jason and asked, "How much did you pay for me, Mr. Wells? How much did you pay for your new slave, Mr. Wells? How much did you pay for my INNOCENCE, MR. WELLS?" I didn't even realize that I was walking towards him, much less screaming at him.
Jason grabbed my arm and backed me up against the wall. Roughly he growled, "Watch your tongue, woman. You are in no position to back talk me." Smiling at me he continued in a mocking voice, "Your innocence costed me plenty. Your father was feed a nice steak dinner, bought several glasses of various alcoholic drinks, a new pack mule, and..." He paused long enough to bend down to my 5' 2" height and looked me in my blue eyes, "...and nearly a year's worth of pelts which he intends to sell and get money for. Yes, Angela, your innocence costed me plenty. Now, if you will kindly pack, I would like to get supplies for the winter and head back for the cabin. I predict that a snow storm will be hitting in a few days."
"Well you heard him girl," my father said coursly to me. "Get your shit packed and get the hell out of here. Oh, and Jason, don't bring her back either. She's your problem now."
It didn't take me long to get my "shit" packed. After leaving my father's home, we went to the mercantile for supplies. Once inside, Jason harshly told me to get any items that I would be needing or wanted. I decided that if I was going to live with this man for the rest of my life then I wasn't going to back down from him. I would instead stand up to him and fight for myself.
The trip to his cabin seemed very long, taking the better part of the day. Neither of us said hardly a word to the other but, I did notice that Jason would glance at me occasionly. I began to wonder about the sleeping arrangement and asked him about it. He said that he would leave me alone for a while. But when he did decided to have me, I was not to deny him.
Upon reaching the cabin, I helped him to get our winter supplies in. Just as we did snowflakes began to fall. I then remember what Jason had said before we left my father's home. He had been right about the storm even though it hit sooner than he expected. It turned out to be a bad one that lasted for nearly three days.
A few days later Jason left to check the traps. Before leaving he instructed me, "I'll be back in a few mintues hours, Angela. I expect a warm dinner when I return." "What would you like," I asked sarcastically. "Watch your tone woman. I want a nice pot of venison stew. And don't think about poisioning it. You'll be eating it too." With that he left. Three hours later he returned, removed his coat and boots, and then demanded supper. Once the dishes were removed from the table he pulled me close to him, wrapping his arms around me.
"Now, Angela, for desert. I think I'll have what I paid for. And remember, no denying me of it."
"What do you want me to do," I asked defiantly, "lay on my back and allow you to rape me. I don't think so." I pushed away from him, taking only a few steps before Jason grabbed my long brown hair with his left hand. He then used it to pull me back to him. Once in his arms again he let go and regrabbed it, this time right behind my neck. Pulling my hair down, my blue eyes now looked up at him. Smiling down at me, his cold blue eyes wondered over my 28C breasts. Softly and yet harshly he said, "You can't run from me, Angela. You're mine. Bought and paid for." His smile faded and his voice became harsh, "You might as well get use to it. I told you that I would have you when ever I wanted you." His right hand now rubbed my ass, pushing my pelvis against him.
I begged and pleaded with him. "Oh, Jason. Please no. Please not yet." My pleading only seemed to intensify his carnal lust. With my body still pressed against him, I gasped as I felt his manhood growing. Pressing me harder to him, he said, "Now see what you've done, Angela. And since it was you that done it, it will be your sweet virgin pussy that takes care of it for me. Thanks to you, I no longer have to jackoff anymore."
With his left hand still holding my hair, he used his right one to rip the faded and worn dress from my breast. Jason stared at them. "MMMM," he groaned, "What a beautiful pair of perfect breasts. Not even the whores in town have any that look this good." Jason leaned over and kissed my soft skin right above my them. I began to sob uncontrolably. His mouth was now on my left tit, sucking and pulling at it. He then moved to the right one, doing the same to it.
Jason stood back up and smilingly moaned. "MMMM They taste as good as they look." With his right hand he continued in ripping my dress from my body, letting the remains fall to the floor. He started rubbing my furry, panty-less clit. "No Jason. Please no," I begged through my sobs. I tried to push his hand away from my innocence but, his strength was too much for me. His hand now part my trembling legs and I could feel his middle finger as it entered me. I sobbed harder. "Don't worry, Angela. It'll only hurt for a little bit." Jason licked his tongue up my neck, stopping at my ear. "Mind me, Angela. Mind me or suffer my wrath," he harshly whispered into my ear.
Jason picked me up and carried me over to the bed that was in the corner of the room. "I've left you alone so far and have slept on the floor, but not any more. Tonight I return to my bed and take what is rightfully mine." After dropping me on the bed, he commanded me to remove his shirt. I was to scared not to do as I was told. Still sobbing, I nervously removed his shirt. Jason smiled at me as I obeyed. "Now my pants, Angela." I removed his pants. "Socks!" I removed them. Jason now stood in the brand new pair of long johns that he had bought at the merticle the day we left Goldbrush. I sat looking nervously at him. I could see his manhood as it desperately tried to escape from it's cloth jail. "Remove them!" "Please," I sobbingly begged. Laughing he said, "MMMM So now your begging to remove them." Jason did his version of me pleading with him, trying to sound femaleish as he mocked my "Please". Pulling my hair again he demanded, "Now bitch." I fumbled with the buttons as he continued to pull my hair. I had lost all of my courage in fighting him.
We were now both naked. I sat on the bed as Jason stood before me stoking his full erected, 8" cock. It was very thick, as big as a large cucumber. Smiling he said, "I won't make you suck this time but, you will soon enough." Jason started to climb on the bed as I scrambled off. Grabbing me by the arm this time, he threw me back onto the bed. I lay on my back, the wind knock out of me, as he climbed on me. Parting my legs, he laid down between them. I could feel his dick at my furry hole. Again I tried to push him away with no avail. With his hands, he held mine down. I could feel the tip of him entering me. "No," I screamed. "Yes," he growled back. He was now an inch in me. Oh it hurt like hell. "MMMM Angela. You are so tight. Just relax and let me have you." I screamed as he pushed again. "MMMMM," he moaned, laying his head on my shoulder, "half way in." I relaxed as he started pulling out, but I was soon screaming again as he rammed himself the rest of the way in and shattered my hyman.
Jason moaned as he worked his way in and out of me. "MMMM Angela. Nice and tight." My body betrayed me as my pussy began to become wet with each stroke he made. "That's it, baby. Get nice and wet for me." Soon I was softly moaning. I wondered why I had wanted to deny him of this pleasure. For that's what it was. Pure, sensual, wonderful pleasure. After my third orgaism, Jason released my hands. "Oh, Jason. Jason. Please don't stop." "I knew that you would enjoy it once you gave in, Angela." My moaning grew louder and I now rubbed his back with my hands and wrapped my legs around his waist. Jason brought me to climax several more times. His pace increased and with a loud groan, came deep in me. I could feel his sperm filling my womb. His pulsating dick prevented it from draining out. Jason laid on top of me for sometime, passionately kissing me.