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Thread: The frontier and the guide (myself and Victorian_Virtue)

Regretfully walking into the room, the nameless woman suddenly found herself trapped. Alone, in a room with a man who had not so suddenly flirted with her earlier, the dark haired woman suddenly tensed. Contemplating whether it would be best to just leave and try to find money somewhere else. Or, would it be worth staying the night for the sake of proving that she had no intention of running off. Why were white people so distrustful? Their kind had already stolen much land. Bringing diseases and subjugating the natives as second class people. She herself was not old enough to remember Andrew Jackson, but her grandmother had remembered. While their tribe had been west enough to be spared, some of their relatives and distract tribal relatives were not so lucky. It was for this reason that she, who had yet to called by her name, felt distrustful of the white man who played his part well. Walking carefully into the room, ready to run at any moment, she went and sat at the table. Looking at the food and trying not to reveal just how ravenously hungry she was. And I am to trust that you will be honorable? She suddenly queried. Head snapping up from the food and staring straight into his eyes. Your kind has far too often failed to live up to their end of a bargain. So you'll forgive me if I'm just a bit distrustful of a man who shares the skin of my people's enemy. But....I will relent for the night. However...my knives are my own. That is a danger you will simply have to face. With her words said, the dark haired woman moved her eyes back to the food and cracked a light smile. It had been far too long since she had last had a decent meal. So while she abhorred his taking her 'captive', the meal was at least one welcome benefit to the situation. Cutting herself some of the beef and piling up quite the full plate, the native woman began to eat. Slowly not to make herself sick, but with enough vigor to fill her long empty stomach. After finishing the meal and washing it down with quite a bit of water, the no name woman sighed and got up to go sit in the corner. Surely you can't be afraid of some squaw like me? She said with a frown to her host. You, with the large hat and the expensive revolvers. Unless, perhaps you were considering taking advantage of me and were worried I would slit your throat if you did? Sitting in the corner, the woman pulled out a piece of oak from her bag and began to whittle with her rusty knife. Carefully turning the arm sized block of wood into something more interesting. Don't stay here on my account. She said as she whittled. I hear some of your wagon train wants to play with those cards you white men seem to love so much.
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Rolling her eyes as he locked all the guns, the nameless woman just lay there in the corner, whittling away at the piece of wood. Watching him leave, she groaned at his mention of 'fire water'. I prefer wine. she snipped back. One of the saddest things that had happened with the colonization of the America's, was the introduction of alcohol. While fermentation was by no means unknown to her people and many of the other tribes spread out across the continent, whiskey was a new introduction. Having been brought over by the Scottish settlers some time earlier. She had seen many of her kind fall prey to the bottle. Drowning out their sorrows and woes in it. It was because of this naivete and depression, that it had been so easy for settlers to sweep across the land and force the natives off. Having finished her project, she stashed the new wooden item in her bag and then began to look around the room. Curious if he had been dumb enough to leave anything out in the open that she could find. Rummaging though the locker, she was shocked to find the strange bondage materials inside. either this white man is some kind of sadist. she thought to herself. Or he's into some really kinky sex. Ugh. Why are white people so strange. After looking around, she decided to go visit the horse for a little while. Having grown attached to the animal. Climbing out the window, she slid down one of the posts holding up the side of the building and went to the stables. Bringing the horse the last of her corn now that she had eaten a proper meal. You are a majestic creature. she whispered to it softly. Gently rubbing the noble animal, the woman sighed. Well, I should get back before that James realizes I've left. she thought to herself. When she reached the hotel, she decided to briefly linger around the main entrance. That's when she saw a bunch of rough looking cowboys who were asking about James. Which room? A gruff looking man with several days of facial hair asked the innkeeper. Who with shaky fingers, pointed and told him where. Oh gods, that's my meal ticket. she thought to herself. Despite how James had acted, she still didn't wish ill upon him. Not yet at least. So running out, she scaled the building as if it was a tree and then climbed back inside the room through the window. Racking her brain, she came up with an idea. grabbing the binds and other sex items, she was going to tie James up and make it look like he had hired a prostitute. Come on! she thought. Hurry back in the room. Those cowboys are going to beat you to hell if you don't move!
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The moment that James had returned and laid on the bed, the native woman sprung from the shadows and put her plan in motion. While she had little care for Jim, having only just met him. She was fearful that if the cowboys felt cheated, they might take all his money and his other possessions. Leaving her without a meal ticket and a chance to start a new life for herself. So she had hatched a plan and was ready to do anything to make sure she got that gold piece after fulfilling her end of the bargain. If that meant saving him from herself, she would do it. Moving quickly, she cuffed him to the bed. Pulling off his pants and unbuttoning his shirt, the dark haired beauty nodded to herself and then made sure the ruse looked real. Quickly, she removed her shirt and pants. Now standing in only her knitted underwear and breast wrap, she grabbed messed her hair up and then grabbed his money. Stuffing it down her panties and putting her knives in her breast wrap. Shush! she said to him. You're about to get robbed and I'm saving you from yourself! she said to him in a hurried tone as she mounted him in a straddle. Seeing the men come in, the dark haired woman did her best impression of one of those white prostitutes she had seen hang around saloons. Well hi there fellas! She called. I'm afraid this room is occupied. But when I'm done with him in the morning, I'd be happy to discuss my rates with you boys! Hoping that the ruse worked and that she didn't have to attack them, the native woman began to work her hips on Jim. Leaning down and planting a forced kiss on him as she dry humped his crotch.
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The nameless woman nodded and smiled. Sure thing boys. she said with a wink. Bring your wallets and some water. If you pay enough, I'll ride you like a fresh colt ready to be broken in! She waited until they left before she relaxed. She had experienced enough of white cowboys to know they were a horny bunch. Spending so much time away from women was not natural. So she would have to keep an eye on them until they were far out of town. Turning her attention to James, she smiled. You're wel--off! she began speaking, but suddenly found him pressing his hard lips to hers. Pulling herself away, she tried to get off but James had managed to wiggle his way up so that his mouth was on her tight and toned stomach. mmmmm, she moaned softly. But shook herself, trying to keep a calm head. No. Not going to happen dear. she said as she resisted his attention and dismounted. With a calm breath, she put her clothing back on and left him there for a minute to calm himself down. Panting a little, the nameless woman ignored how his tongue had felt caressing her tummy. Forcing herself to focus, she sat on the floor and sighed. You should really not try and take things that don't belong to you. she chided. Partially about the poker game, but also about her body. Jim had yet to show anything other than lust for her. And she wasn't the kind of woman who gave up so easily. If he wanted her body, he was going to have to work for it. Nothing else would do. You can call me Eve. she replied with a calm smile. That was not her real name. But that was a name she was trying to leave behind. A past that she never wanted and was trying to escape from. Hence her desire for the money, and a new life over the Rockies. Getting up, she knelt by the side of the bed and laughed at Jim's predicament. So if I let you out, you aren't going to try and rape me are you? She asked. Because you have to earn the right to this body. And you're sure as hell not paying me enough if you thought this was included.
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Eve slept in a bed that night for the first time in quite a while. While she still hated the uncomfortable sheets white people liked so much, it was nice to relax for a change. She had spent too long in uncomfortable places, looking over her shoulder and never really able to get a good night's sleep. With those few hours, she woke refreshed in the morning. Quicjly getting dressed in her new clothing and gathering what little things she owened. Mounting the horse James had given her, she slung the rifle in its sheeth on the side of the horse. Riding off with him, she couldn't help but watch the ruggedly handsome man. Wondering why he had ever agreed. He probably could have taken me last night if he really wanted. she thought to herself. Maybe I should give him more credit. He deserves a little respect. Even if he is a little dumb. Riding near Jim, she headed to the wagon train and inspected it a little. This is a sorry looking bunch. she said casually to him. You're going to need to be the muscle for this. I can handle myself a little, but I feel like there's going to be some tension. You took it easy on them. And they're going to revolt when they realize how hard I'm pushing them. Riding around the train a little, she inspected it for something. Finally finding a wagon that had what she was looking for. A little girl was poking her head out of the back. Eve reached into the bag she carried and pulled out what she had been carving. A small wooden doll. Tossing it to the young girl, she winked and then rode off back to the head. Once Jim had them all ready, she led them off, heading out of the small fort and moving on westward. Finally heading towards the Rockies. Periodically, she would ride from one end of the train to the other. Checking on the wagons and making sure all the draft animals could keep up. Once she was satisfied, she would ride back to where she had stationed Jim at the head. I think the animals might actually be in good shape for what's to come. she said to him as they rode off. Already miles away from the fort, and working their way across the trail left by previous wagon trains. Eve had set a target of fifty miles a day. Knowing it would be best if they made good distance now, when the going was easier. Things were going to get a hell of a lot harder once they got closer to the Rockies. After Salt Lake City, it was a wild frontier with very little settlement. So what made you decided to bring all these greenhorns out her? She asked Jim, using frontier speak. You clearly have money. So why not stay back east?
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Eve rode on, eager to try and get the train as far as possible each day. While it was clear that she may yet need to work the settlers up to traveling such long distances, she was determined to be to the Rockies by spring. That was the goal she had set herself, and she would do whatever it took to achieve that goal. A winery? Eve asked, skeptically. You may be the first I have ever heard mention such a thing. But I can understand. Grapes are a good fruit, and working land is a proud endeavor. I wish you the best, and that you may one day have your products sold back east. Seeing the struggle of the draft animals, as well as her own horse, Eve nodded and began to guide the ground. Within a few minutes, the wagon train had reached a very small river. Eve dismounted and investigated the water. It seemed fresh and after a tasting, she deemed it safe to drink. Filling her own canteen, she let her horse stop to drink. Sipping her water, she looked up to the sky and saw the flakes begin to descend. No. This is the part of the county where the winter would be best. she replied with a frown. It may yet get cold. But it is better here than in the Rockies. And were we to turn back, we would certainly have to deal with the winter sometime again. So we shall press on and do out best to manage the weather. After the water and lunch break was over, Eve mounted her horse once more and rode off. After a while, she slowly slid up to Jim. A question had been burning in her mind since last night, and she was curios about something. Are you married Jim? She asked bluntly. Or is there someone in your life? Some woman to keep you warm at night.
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Eve pondered on his words as she rode on. It was a wonder, she had inititally though that Jim might be the type to have someone he cared for. However, at the same time, his personality had given him away as someone who didn't like to be tied down. Making her think more. Riding ahead for a minute to scout, Eve soon returned, her face slightly hidden by the rim of the hat she wore. Grabbing her water skin and sipping from it, she smiled at the way she had already whipped the wagon into shape. At least there was one thing that was good in her life. Frowning at the direction her thoughts had taken her to, Eve instead focused on the task at hand. Riding all over the wagon train, she studied it and helped where she could. Sometimes it was something as simple as corralling a wagon back into the heard. But even still, the settlers had managed to fail to follow her orders properly. One wagon had gotten lost and couldn't be found, while the other two had been damaged thanks to errors by the drivers, much to Eve's annoyance. While Jim helped repain the broken wagons, Eve first amde sure that all the women and children were fine inside the camp. Keep the huge wagon train in a tight circle, she helped the women light fires and get ready for the night, before she finally went and set up the two tents, her's and Jim's. It was only a minute before she had the two small canvas shelters up. Soon after lighting a fire, the native woman began to cook. A simple rabbit stew from some wild jack rabbits she had found earlier in the day. It was a simple meal, but she had leaned long ago to conserve food. So the stew was hearty, and would fill their stomachs until later the next day. Seeing Jim approach, Eve cracked a smile. I told them that was rough ground. she said with a smile. But Mr. Dawkins doesn't seem to like me. That, or he's just an idiot who can't do what he's told. Ladling out two bowels of stew, she held out one for Jim. She also broke out the tack bread and offered him a piece. Sighing as she blew steam off the stew, Eve felt at peace for the first time in almost a year. Not bad for the first day. she said softly. Smiling at her work.
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Eve ate her dinner and pondered his words. She was confused by James. At times he was a red blood frontiersman. Eager for the whiskey, the rode, and the women at the end of it. While at the same time, he was now speaking of his wagon train as if it was his family. Confusing speech for someone who had gambled so recklessly earlier and had attempted to coerce her into bed after that. Eve pondered her thoughts. Unsure of her own feelings. Did she have a desire for Jim? As she nibbled a piece of bread, she considered that. No doubt she found him to be an attractive looking man. Eve had always been a woman of principle. Being careful never to make any decisions without considering her options and the potential consequences of any endeavor. With James, she considered her two opposing views. The one side of herself that was clearly attracted to him. Both physically and emotionally. While the other side was more practical and warned her against getting involved with someone whom she knew very little about and had practically just met. But what was life without some risk? Sitting outside the tent and watching the fire and the comet, she contemplated her decision, before finally resolving herself to a course of action. Taking a deep breath for courage, Eve stood up and then walked into James's tent. Standing there awkwardly before him, the shorter native woman walked up to him very slowly. Her careful footsteps and bright red cheeks giving away the turmoil that had built within her. Approaching him, she managed a small smile. James....would you like to make love to me? she asked very plainly. Having never been a woman to mince words, Eve knew that this was what she wanted. If only for a single night, she wanted to feel strong arms wrapped around her. Making her feel secure.
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As his hands touched her, she felt herself melt into his arms. It was a feeling she had never felt. The kind of desire to release control to another. Even though she was letting Jim pick her up, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gasped softly as he laid her down. Shirtless, her perky and youthful breasts moved as she breathed deeply. I can't believe I'm doing this. she whispered very softly to herself. But...I want this so much! Panting as he kissed her stomach, she moaned and began to arch her back as he licked down and slid her pants off. Naked before him, she rubbed her thighs together and felt the lust burn within her. Make love to me James. she whispered softly. Looking into his eyes, she blushed and decided to reveal a secret that she hadn't told him. I've never laid with a man before. she said in a hushed tone, blushing bright red. So I ask that you be gentle. I don't know what I'm doing. And I fear the pain. Taking a deep breath, she trusted that he would honor her request and be gentle. Taking in the sight of his muscular and powerful body, she wrapped her arms around him as he held her. It was an intimate moment. The first time for Eve. Something she would never be able to get back. No matter how old she became. So she wanted to savor it. Looking down, she eyed his manhood and her eyes lit up. She had never actually seen a man's sex before, and the curiosity burned within her. Could we.... Eve blushed in the darkness. Could we start slow? I'd like to explore you and let you explore me. Before we..... Trailing off, she awaited his actions and words in respponse
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Never before had Eve felt so safe and desired as she did in this moment. Melting into his arms, she eagerly pressed her own lips to his and felt hers shape around his harder and firmer ones. Letting out a soft noise of deep longing, she held her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him. It's a special moment in any woman's life when she experiences the pleasures of sex for the very first time. For Eve, she had been thinking of this moment for years. But this was the first time she really felt like making love was not only within her grasp, but also that it was the right time and with a partner she was anticipating the pleasure with. Oh!!! she suddenly moaned aloud as his fingers began to play with her nipple. Biting her lip, she gazed into his eyes as he had his way with her and explored as he saw fit. So much of her life, she had fought for the right to be dominant and to take control of her own fate. But this was a rare instance in which she didn't mind releasing control and letting someone else take the lead. But she could tell he had her pleasure in mind just as much as his own. Each touch was like a new shock running though her body. But the sensual and intimate touches were by far her favorite. She sighed with contentment as he stroke her hair. Pressing herself closer to him each time. Thank you. she said weakly. Unable to muster the strength to say much more. Looking at him with lust, she gulped as he began to caress down her tummy. I have feelings for you. Those words rang in her head like brass church bells. Spelling out a change in time that could not be ignored even by the most deaf of individuals. Her mind churned over the potential meanings of his words and she wondered if he actually craved her as intimately and deeply as she craved him. But only time would reveal that yet hidden information. Nodding, she put her left index finger in her mouth and managed to prop up on her elbows to watch as he went down on her and lifted her up by her tight and perky round bottom. Suddenly she threw her head back as his tongue touched her pink wet slit. Looking at him over her chest, she began to whimper and cry. James..... she moaned out softly, her eyes so focused on his person that in that singular moment, the whole world could burn down and she would not care in the slightest.
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When Eve had come of age, she had often wondered if she would one day experience the pleasure of a tongue upon her warm slit. The ideas and dreams of that future possibility had caused her many a steamy and wet night. But nothing could possibly have prepared her for the thoroughness and eager desire that James was showing her womanly sex. She had hoped that he would show her the passion and ecstasy. She tried to prop herself up on her elbows, but the pleasure was simply to great, and she quickly fell back down onto her back. Arching it in lust soon after. Her eyes watched his head as he worked his tongue into her. Seeing him move his tongue around was beyond pleasurable. Her hands drifted down her soft body, ignoring subtle scares that she had picked up over the years. Connecting with his hair, she knotted his fingers inside his mane and began to hold onto him. Her breath catching in eager gasps and her eyes rolling back as she felt a pleasure that seemed almost too perfect to be real. Oh James! she cried out in an almost involuntary way. Saying his name as a sign of pleasurable submission to his hands. Her young mind drifted off. The pleasure had become so great that her desire for him and built and bubbled until it was a cascade of emotions. So torrential that no dam of mental creation could restrict them. Though this was purely sex, the passion of two souls, her heart was already singing for him. She knew from her childhood friends that a woman's first time was often a life changing moment. And as she felt James carve out the E of his name upon her, she knew that she would never be the same. Oh James! she cried out, feeling the wonder of an orgasm ready to be released within her. I'm yours! she committed. In her heart, if he would accept her, she would be his forever. The lust of the moment overwhelming her more rational side and causing her to think of a purely carnal world where he would forever make love to her. No doubt in the morning, her mind would change and she would once again think with her head and not her heart. But in this moment, as her body began to tense, as her legs wrapped around his head and held him in place, as her eyes rolled back and in mind went blank, she felt the burn of passion and came. Feeling alive as the orgasm rippled though her body and made her feel weak. Her body shook slightly, and her legs felt as they had turned to mush. Gasping, she felt her slit gush. Releasing a cascade of womanly fluids onto his tongue and into his mouth. She didn't feel him climb up. It wasn't until they kissed and she felt his manhood begin to press against her slit that her eyes opened again and she looked at him deeply. Waiting for him to enter her and give her the feeling or orgasmic bliss once more.