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 Frontier Woman III (nc, mf, v)
 by yellowyenko@hotmail.com

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.  It contains graphic sexual
situations and abuse to a woman. Do not read if you are a minor or
offended by such.  I do not condone violence against women in any
manner, rapists and abusers belong in jail!


Part III
	The mountain man Pete and Mrs. Hansen stayed the winter at
Mark's cabin.  He took liberties with her as often as he wanted,
sometimes up to 4 times daily.  Despite the abuse, Mrs. Hansen's body
healed of the sunburns, the joint pain, and she put on weight, almost
back to her pre-captive weight.  It burned her to no end to think that
she ended up like this, a slave, to a calloused uncaring man that
cared nothing for her except that she could work, cook, and fuck.  He
told her numerous occasions that that's what the good lord put women
on earth for.  He told her he loved her, but that still didn't keep
him from tying her up when they slept, "a man's gotta be cautious you
know!"
	Margaret came back from the spring, toting 2 buckets of water
and met Pete in the clearing with two horses saddled and a pack horse.
Put some skins on woman, we are going to rendevous!
	Margaret finally felt refreshed having clothes on, yes they
were animal skins but clothes none the less.  Over the past 10 months
she had resigned to being Pete's wife and whore.  He treated her well,
compared to the inhumane treatment she received from Taubansee that
is.  She was excited knowing they were going to rendevous.  She'd
never been and by hearing Pete talk, it was a gathering of trappers to
sell their skins and socialize.  
	"Margie, we are going to make a ton of money at Rendevous this
year.  Not only by selling the skins, but in other ways also."  Pete
chuckled.  "What other ways?" The once proper and still very naive
woman asked.  "Oh, that's for me to plan and you to accept."  He
whispered.  
	It took Pete and Margaret 3 days of hard riding to get to the
Rendevous, which was set out in a bare open meadow with a stream
nearby.  As they crested a ridge, a makeshift village came into view,
wagons, tents, men and women milling around.  Margaret had not felt
this kind of excitement for ages, at least since her escape from
Daniel.  They rode into the midst of the excitement, several men
yelled at Pete and welcomed him to the Rendevous, while buyers almost
immediately began offering money for his skins which most came from
Mark.  As they buyers looked his skins over, he rolled off his horse
and helped Margie down and they both walked into a makeshift tavern,
just a tent with a table of liquor set up.  "What will it be, Pete?"
The bartender asked while looking Margie up and down.  "Whiskey, give
me a bottle."  Pete said and through out a couple of coins.  The
tender's eyes widened when he saw the coins and secretly thought that
Pete had never been able to hold on to this kind of coin in his life
and wondered what he'd been up to, being the no account scoundrel he
was, but said nothing.  He knew this was a rough life and men died for
snooping into other people's business.  He took the money and handed
Pete a bottle of watered down whiskey.  Pete didn't take a glass, just
uncorked the bottle and took a long drawl of whiskey, letting much of
it spill on his beard and the ground.  "Here ya go, Margie, have a
drink!"  Pete said as he tilted the bottle to Margaret Hansen's lips.
"I don't like it."  She responded.  "I think you're going to need it,
now drink, dammit!"  He demanded.  Margaret opened her mouth and
allowed Pete to fill it full of the firey liquid.  She coughed and
gagged, most of it came out onto her but some burned her throat.
	Margaret followed Pete out of the tavern back to the horses, a
couple of men palmed money into Pete's hands and loaded the skins onto
their wagons.  Everywhere they went, men and women looked at Pete's
woman.  She was quite a looker, even in skins.
	As they walked, Margaret stuck close to Pete, he wasn't much
but she was afraid for some reason.  Probably because of all the
yelling, shooting, and dirty scummy looking men around.  The women all
had dresses on, but not the kind of dresses she wore before, saloon
type dresses.  They all wore heavy makeup and were in her opinion
ugly!
	"Lilly!"  Pete shouted and a older heavily made up woman lept
into Pete's arms and he spun her around.  "Pete," she shouted, "How's
it hanging?" She asked grabbing his crotch.  Her behavior toward Pete
burned Margaret.  "Hey now, where did you find this woman, Pete?
She's mighty fine!"  Lilly exclaimed walking around Margaret.  "Didn't
you hear, I up and got married." He chuckled.  "Ummmm....you want to
add to your skins money, honey?"  Lilly asked Pete with a sneer.
"Maybe, maybe...." He replied.  Lilly reach out and took Margaret's
hand and said, "come on honey, follow me!"  Margaret snatched her hand
back and balked at following her.  "Oh, shit, Margie, she ain't going
to hurt you.  Her and girls do a dance show for us fellas, and she
wants you to join them, but you can't dance dressed like this." Pete
explained and motioned to her skins.  "Dance?"  She responded naively.
She reluctantly allowed Lilly to pull her away from Pete, Pete gave
her a big wave goodbye.
	Lilly pulled Margaret into a tent and went over to a rack of
colorful dresses and said to her, "pick you out one you like."  Lilly
motioned to the rack.  
	It had been ages since Margaret had felt real clothes, she
enjoyed running her hands into the dresses.  She felt like a school
girl, excited about picking out clothes.  She chose a white dress with
green trim.  It had too low a neckline for her, but with her breasts,
it fit really well.  She also picked out a pair of white bloomers, and
white shoes.  Lilly came back in the tent a few minutes later and
whistled, "Wow, you look great, honey!"  Margaret wondered how she was
going to look on stage with two left feet trying to dance.
	"Hey Pete, how's it going?"  One man said, carrying a Henry
repeating rifle in his arms like a baby.  "Oh...hi...going well." Pete
growled not really wanting to talk with the men.  "You haven't by
chance ran across Mark West in your travels have you, he said he'd be
here." The man continued never straying his eyes off of Pete's.  Pete
half turned and said, "Not that I recall."  "That's funny," said the
2nd man, "you're riding one of his horses!"  "Friend, you must be
mistaken!"  Pete responded dropping his hand to his side away from the
men's view.  "Oh, I don't think so, Mark bought the mustang from me
last year at Rendevous, I recognize him anywhere, with that notch I
put in his ear!"  The man said, slowly backing away.  "Listen friend,
two of those horses are the woman's, I never asked her where she got
`em.  I don't want no trouble!"  The large man explained to the men.
The smaller man turned his head and spit on the ground.  The other
asked, "Where's the woman?"  "Lil took her." Pete responded, his hand
still at his side, his fingers dallying on the butt of his Colt.
"Whalll, I'll have to have a little talk with her, if you don't mind."
The tall lanky man mocked.  Pete shrugged his shoulders.  
	The tall man turned and walked toward Lil's tent, while the
shorter of the two, an obvious gunfighter remained looking at Pete.
Pete licked the sudden sweat from his upper lip with his tongue and
turned and walked away, inside he was shaking like a leaf.  "If the
woman shares with them that he kilt Mark West, he was a dead man!"
Pete thought as he made his way toward his pack.  
	Dutch caught up with Sam and said, "you know and I know that
that low scoundrel has never worked for nothing.  All them skins he
brought, he had to have stolen them from somewhere, probably from
Mark!"  "Yeah, I know, but we scared him enough that he'll buy him a
couple of bottles of whiskey and get drunk and passout somewheres,
then we can deal with him quietly."  Sam responded, as the small Dutch
smiled and nodded.  "Are we going to see the woman?"  Dutch asked as
tobacco juice trickled out of his mouth.  "Naw, not right now!"  Sam
said, as they turned toward one of 8 whiskey tents at Rendevous.
	As dusk came upon Rendevous, Lil's tent lit up like a fourth
of July parade, she had brought several barrels of kerosene out on the
wagon, the liquor flowed like a river, three sides of the tent were
open, the fourth side had the bar set up and behind the bar was the
wagon, uncovered and served as a stage.  Brightly colored dressed
women milled around the men serving drinks and getting felt up
wherever they went.  "Margie, just mill around the men and serve them
drinks, some of them might pull you into their laps, they are
harmless, just see to it they don't stop buying booze!  If you're real
good, I'll talk Pete into letting you go with us to town!"  Lilly
soothed Margaret Hansen's fears.  "Town?"  Margaret pondered, she
hadn't even heard the word for what seemed like years.  It could mean
her freedom, her freedom from her nightmare!
	Margaret made her way out into the makeshift saloon, she was
by far the prettiest of the women and with her low bodice, her breasts
bounced as she walked.  Men grabbed her legs, her breasts, her ass, as
she walked near them, but the thought of `town' kept her going and
smiling.  Unbeknownst to her, Lil was dallying up the girls to various
men who had the cash, one man plunked down an exorbitant price for
Margie, 10 dollars.  
	Known only by `Skunk' because of his odor, as he moved through
the crowd of men and women, he licked his lips.  He saved his money
for a fling this year, and he was going to get the best.  He motioned
Margie over to him.  Margie wrinkled her nose when she got close
enough to smell him and thought the man probably hadn't had a bath for
years!  Standing arm's length away she asked, "May I help you, sir?"
Moving quicker than Dutch for his sidearm, the man latched a dark
skinned hand on the alabaster arm of Mrs. Hansen and pulled her
roughly to him.  She screamed, the men and women around laughed.
Skunk pulled his prize out of the tent toward the stream, out of sight
but still in the area.  Mrs. Hansen screamed, kicked, and tried to hit
Skunk as he pulled her away.  "Whore, I paid for you, now quick
fightin!"  He slapped her hard on the cheek, rendering her temporarily
helpless.  Taking that opportunity, Skunk, reached under her dress and
grabbed the waistband of her bloomers and yanked them hard down
leaving her bare ass naked under her long dress.  Regaining her
balance, Mrs. Hansen jumped up tried to get away from his grasp to no
avail.  "Take your fucking dress off, whore!"  Skunk demanded!  Mrs.
Hansen knew that fighting was to no avail and trembling started taking
off her beautiful dress.  Skunk had no intention of ripping it off of
her, although he threatened, because Lil would make him pay dearly for
the dress.  As Mrs. Hansen pulled the dress off, her voluptuous body
made Skunk gasp outloud, "Good night, almighty!  You is a handsome
woman, whore!"  He complimented.  At that, the 50ish year old gaunt
man wrenched the Mrs. Hansen down to the ground and fell on her,
clothes and all and began hunching with all his might.  The smell of
Skunk overtook Margaret and she began puking and gagging at the same
time.  "Like it, eh, whore!"  He whispered.  She merely laid there,
not fighting, getting prepared for the rape, trying to think of things
that would take her far away from this place.  Skunk stood up and
unzipped his pants and pulled his uncircumcised cock out.  "Oh yeah,
gonna have some fun now, Virgil," he addressed his meat.  Mrs.
Hansen's eyes were tightly closed, but the smell was overwhelming to
her, she could not take it and suddenly bolted from her lying down
position.  "Shit!"  He yelled and started after her, his cock bobbing
up and down as he ran.  "Woman, git back here, I ain't gonna hurt you,
come on whore!"  He yelled as he chased her.  The woman was no match
for the gaunt backwoodsman, he leapt and landed on her and wrestled
her to the ground much the way one would wrestle down a calf.  The
woman screamed bloody murder as Skunk position his 7" cock at her ass
and with one thrust tore into her anal opening bringing renewed
screams from her. As Skunk rode her ass, he moaned and groaned.
	It was quite a sight to see, the gaunt thin Skunk, dressed
mostly in dirty deer hides, humping up and down on the fair skinned
woman.  A crowd gathered around to watch the action.  Skunk didn't
care, he had paid for her and he was going to get his monies worth.
"Damn whore," he whispered as he continued to hump her in the ass and
snarfed up a mouth full of chew and spit on her brown hair.  The woman
was weeping, Skunk continued to pump.  Still hard, he withdrew his
cock and turned the woman over, spit another pad of tobacco juice on
her face and slid into her dry cunt and renewed his moans and groans.
He never did cum but humped on the poor woman for at least an hour,
mauling her breasts, and roughly pinching her nipples until she
thought they were on fire.  "Fucking whore upset me so much that I
can't even spray her," he said outloud as the crowd guffawed.  Skunk
stood up and pointing his softening cock toward her face, began
pissing on her.  As the first warm stream hit her lips, her eyes
snapped open only to close again as the foul smelling yellow waste
continued to stream out.
	The other men joined Skunk with his prompting, they all took
out their cocks and began urinating on the nude woman lying before
them.  Not one of them attempted to take her, not after Skunk had been
with her, no way!
	Mrs. Hansen's eyes popped open as the water landed on her.
She squinted her eyes toward the sun and heard Lil say, "Damn, you
smell like shit, Margie.  You must've had a hell of a party back here
last night!"  Mrs. Hansen only groaned a response.  "I found my dress
and bloomers, thank goodness they were in one piece, or someone would
be paying!"  She continued. "I ain't gonna touch you, now, git up and
go over there to the stream and wash up!"  Lil exclaimed and turned
back toward the wagons murmuring, "Damn, pee-eww."
	Mrs. Hansen fell headfirst into the stream and swam out in the
deeper water.  She thought about just closing her eyes and drowning
but knew she couldn't do that, how she wished she could.
	Lilly came up to the bank where Mrs. Hansen was bathing and
said, "I brought you your outfit here, now dry off and git your dress
back on, we got men awaiting."  "Where's Pete, I'm ready to leave!"
Mrs. Hansen exclaimed.  "You know, funny thing about Pete, he just up
and rode out of here sometime during the night I guess.  He left you,
Margie.  I guess your coming with my dance troupe!"  Lilly exclaimed
laughing at her sarcasm.  Margie dragged herself to the bank and put
on the dress that she so much hated now, dreaming about going
home....to the cabin, with her husband....Pete.
	The hootin and hollering had not ceased one bit as Margaret
made her way back to the tents.  She entered Lil's establishment to
find not one patron there, except a gent sitting at a table talking
with Lilly.  "Come on over here honey!"  Lil motioned to her.  She
stood at the side of Lil seated and stared at the dude.  He was not
like the rest at rendevous.  He was dressed very nice, in city slicker
clothes, with a derby.  He was clean and shaved except for a small
mustache.  "Turn around for Mr. Petticook, Margie, he's interested in
you."  Margie turned slowly, her stomach growled.  "I'll give you 500
dollars for her."  The dude said to Lil.  "Ummm...I don't know, she's
a 20 dollar whore, why I could make more than that in a month with
her!"  Lil bargained.  "I'm a fair man, Madam, I ask you to be fair
also.  My final offer is 1000 dollars!"  Lil's eyes lit up, you've got
yournself a deal Mr. Petticook, and they shook hands and exchanged
money for property.
	"Come along dear," Mr. Petticook said as he reached out for
her hand.  After last night, Margaret wasn't about to disagree and
reached out and took his hand and allowed him to lead her away from
Lil's establishment.  End of part III.  

More feed back will perhaps encourage me to write part IV.
	 