This is a work of fiction. It contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts. It is not intended for minors.


Ironcleft Genesis part 8
By Boondocker (Boondocker42@gmail.com)



Jenny didn't know why she couldn't get pregnant again. She didn't know why she cried sometimes in bed at night or couldn't make herself get out of bed some mornings.

Finally, late in the summer of her son's fourth year, she couldn't take it any more.

Stanley had just begun speaking short, crude utterances and Jenny no longer babbled constantly to him. But she did find that she was often talking to herself. She would voice her sad complaints and frustration with herself late at night. She would have conversations with shadows, debating things and explaining her problems.

She was speaking to herself but often in her mind's eye she saw a face. A friendly, mature, caring and often smiling face that had badly hurt her once but was still the only friend she had ever had.

One morning, out of the blue, Jenny decided to fix up her bed and make it more presentable. She had never more than half-heatedly repaired the old bed frame after the violence of Stanley's birth.

Searching the old abandoned homesteads, she brought the largest bed frame she could find home.

From a newly built inn fifty miles away she stole sheets and bedding and packed her bed with fresh grasses. Unknown to Jenny, her frequent midnight thievery was becoming a topic of conversation in the lands surrounding Ironcleft. No one admitted knowing who or what it was that was leaving doors ripped from hinges or shacks dismantled nor the nature of the large shadowy figure sometimes seen departing... some of the tales contained intriguing combination of myth and fact.

Some of the tales described the figure as a large, naked woman. Many men of the area, having encountered Jenny during her "seeding" forays, suspected the two large women were one and the same.

Jenny spent a few days fixing up her little home. Actually, it turned into something of a delaying tactic. But eventually, there was nothing left to do... nothing she was inclined to do at any rate... and the moment of truth had come.

Though Jenny often took her son with her on her journeys, she would also sometimes leave him home alone for long hours. The only thing that could really do him any harm was the stream... like his mother, Stanley swam like a boat anchor. She had been very strict in teaching him to stay away from the water.

To Jenny's simple mind, leaving her hardy son alone for as long as an entire day was perfectly reasonable.

So, around noon one day she told him that she would not be back till morning. She left him dried squirrel and corn bread to eat and set off down the valley to what passed for civilization in the back country of 1830 Appalachia.

When Jenny first returned to Ironcleft, she was already capable of easily outrunning the fastest horse... not only run faster but run tirelessly for hours on-end. Her time in the cursed lands had allowed her to perfect her running techniques.

This was not as trivial a thing as it sounds. Her enormously powerful legs could impel her body with tremendous force... but the surface under her feet was often uncooperative. Jenny's rambles up and down the valley allowed her to learn when to thrust, when to hop and when to just coast flat-footed. Sometimes she would bound like a deer, ready at each leap to change direction. Other times she would streak in a straight, pounding line... and woe be any obstacle in her path; she was like a run-away freight wagon on an icy road.

By the time Jenny set out on that fateful day she was capable of achieving spectacular speeds under the right conditions. In fact, she was the fastest thing anywhere in the nineteenth century save perhaps for stooping hawks.

She made her way into the weak lands in sprints and bounds, covering in three hours the ground it had taken her nearly three days to travel when she first returned to her true home. The small river that had been so difficult to ford when she was burdened with all her worldly possessions passed by almost un-noticed in a single leap.

She actually reached the little village rather earlier than she intended; the sun was still a couple hours from setting. She settled down to wait atop a small rise about a mile away. The land around the village was largely cleared of trees and she could spy upon the home of her quarry. At that distance it was difficult to identify the different people moving about but by the time dusk began darken the land she had picked out a few familiar postures and movements.

She briefly considered visiting her parents but really didn't feel any desire to do so. She waited until the last of the sun's light was fading and approached the house quietly.



The kids were in bed. Not asleep but in bed. He could hear the girls in the bottom bunk whispering and squirming as they waged their nightly battle for just one more inch of space. The eight year old would have pushed her younger sister right out onto the floor if not for the potential wrath of her parents. The six-year-old's main weapon in this war was the threat of tears and wailing that would bring one of the enforcers to the scene.

A well worn blanket hung from the upper bunk, giving the girls something that could only be called privacy by the most generous of souls. The upper bunk was occupied by their older brother who had just turned eleven. There wasn't any pretense of privacy for him and his mother felt his stare has he watched from across the room.

His parents had been acting that funny way they sometimes acted that night. The mother had giggled two or three times at something her husband whispered to her and he seemed to be touching her a lot.

The boy thought himself wise in the ways of the world and knew this had something to do with what men and woman did with one another in secret. He'd been woken by muffled laughs and disquieting groans many times over the years but always in the darkest night and he had yet to see what the ruckus was about.

The worn but carefully polished table in the middle of the room was bathed in light by the oil lamp hanging from the ceiling. The only other light in the room was a single candle next to the adults' bed. Father had just finished mending some harness leather and was collecting his tools. Mother was in her nightdress.

He paused to watch her cotton-draped derrière as she straightened out the bedding. She squawked when he casually passed behind her, the pinch on her butt going unnoticed by the boy's glittering eyes.

"Stop it. Do you need to take a walk before coming to bed, dear? I know what's on your mind but you're going to have to control yourself for a bit. Little pitchers, you know."

"Maybe we could both go for a walk. There's fresh hay in Dawson's barn."

She made a scandalized sound as she worked her way under the covers. It was actually rather too warm but the thick quilt was all the privacy the couple could get. "What kind of woman to you think I am, sir?"

He blew out the lamp and shucked his trousers. "Hopefully the same woman I married all those years ago. There's a reason I thought of you when I smelled that fresh hay today." He stood by the bed smiling down at her.

He heard the door open behind him but was slow to react. Who could be walking in on them at this time of night? Before he began to turn, a look of shock stole across his wife's face as she stared past him. In a split second, the shock morphed into something more akin to terror.

He spun and gaped at the form striding across the small room. The lone candle barely picked her form out against the dark background but her eyes shone wide and glistening.

"My god! Jenny!"

His wife began to scream. Jennifer's stride carried her swiftly past the man and her hand clamped across the woman's mouth, silencing her. "Shut your mouth, woman. I'm here for Thomas."

Tom grabbed Jenny's arm. "Let her go. Jenny! Stop it!" he shouted. He tried to pull her away but Jenny's arm was like steel against his ineffectual efforts. He struggled a moment more before her pressed her free hand against his chest and pushed him away.

Thomas slammed into the tabled, going over the top and dragging it to topple over behind him as he fell off the other side.

The children were screaming now. Jenny's hand was clamped across the woman's mouth and chin like a vise. Jenny looked into the terrified woman's eyes and she lifted her slowly to her feet. "I don't want to hurt anybody. I'm taking Thomas home with me and there's nothing in the world that can stop me."

Desperate, Tom picked up the axe from beside the door and rushed back toward the bed. "Let her go!" he screamed, raising the weapon above his head.

He looked from the dully gleaming edge of the axe to Jenny's broad back and back again, conflicted. He didn't want his wife to be harmed but he didn't want to kill the big woman either. With a strangled roar of frustration he reversed the axe and slammed the wooden handle across the naked Amazon's back with all his might.

Jenny grunted. Tom's wife screamed when her hand involuntarily squeezed harder.

Seeing red at the sound of his wife's pain, Tom attacked again and again, the axe handle beating across her back. Seeing no effect, he took aim at her head and let loose with all his might.

The blow to the head half blinded Jenny with pain. "Ow, fuck!" she shouted, finally dropping the little woman. From the corner of her eye she saw the next blow coming. She intercepted the descending axe and pulled it out of Thomas's hands. Holding it in both hands, she snapped the handle with little effort and dropped the sundered weapon.

"Say goodbye to your family, Thomas. You won't be seeing them for a while." She said. She grabbed an arm and yanked him up onto one shoulder. She turned back to his wife. "Don't try to follow me. Don't send anyone after us. I don't like hurting people but I will if I have to."

On the way out the door she growled to Tom, "And you don't try calling for help either. Anyone I hurt because you wouldn't keep quiet, it will be on your hands."

She trotted with Tom over her shoulder for the first mile or so. Then she shifted him down into a two-arm carry across her chest and took off at a steady lope, keeping plenty of spring in her knees to keep the violent jostling to a minimum.

She ran through the night this way, covering about thirty miles before dawn began to lighten the sky. She found a pleasant little field to pause in and let Thomas's abused body rest.

He was slumped on the ground, groaning, hardly able to move. "What's the matter?" she asked.

He shook with a painful, coughing laugh. Where to start? "I feel like I've just been trampled by a stampeding herd." He said with a moan.

Jenny considered for a moment. "I'm sorry. I thought I was being careful with you. Stanly never complains when I carry him like that, even when I'm a lot less gentle."

"Who's Stanley?" Tom asked.

"My son" she said.

He finally looked up at her. "So, you had a boy. Is he well?"

She nodded. "Very. He is strong like me. Still small, but strong."

Thomas licked his lips in thought. "I'm happy to hear that. My son Josh is eleven now and always very eager to show me how much he can help around the farm."

He held her eyes with his. "What will happen to my son now that I am gone, Jenny?"

She shrugged and shook her head. "He still has his mother and I hope not to have to keep you for long." The later was something of a lie as she was looking forward to having Thomas live with her and will likely not want to see him go.

He struggled wearily to his feet. In addition to the beating he had taken as Jenny ran through the night, he needed sleep. But he stood straight and faced Jenny. He tried not to show the intimidation he felt as his eyes traveled up her body and then up and up more to find her face.

When Jenny had left nearly five years before, they had been of a height. Thomas was a big, fit man; taller than most and broad of shoulder. When Jenny had been thirteen, she matched his 5'8" though was more slender.

Now she stood a full head taller than he. It was hard to believe. Her broad shoulders were sharp and square seeming, her waist trim and stomach hard. Her hips flared now more than when he had last known her and despite her great size she was definitely more feminine. Natural enough in a maturing woman.

Still firm, her breasts had gown noticeably and showed no signs of having fed a child. On any other woman their flesh would have been considered very generous but on her frame they seemed almost petite.

Thomas stared up at the 6'10" Amazon. She seemed unfatigued but there were signs of missed sleep in her reddened eyes. He asked as calmly as he could. "Why did you do this, Jenny?"

"I want to have your baby. You will stay with me and make love to me every night until I know that I am pregnant."

He began shaking his head before she completed her declaration. "No Jenny, I will not do that. I am a married man. We've been through this before."

She took a single step closer to him. She looked down her nose at him. "Yes, you will. The last time, I told you I could force you but I chose not to. I am not going to let you deny me again."

Tom considered his words carefully. "Does Stanley have any brothers or sisters yet?" he asked.

"No." she answered, a faint shadow of saddens shading her intense eyes.

"Do you know people talk about you Jenny? I know you're the thief that has been stealing tools and livestock and linens in the night." He waited for a reaction.

She felt no remorse and continued to look him straight in the eye. "Yes. I take what I want."

Thomas swallowed. Was he about to commit suicide? "I also hear how you have been rutting with half the men in the state like the cheapest dockside whore."

Her nose flared and her eyes grew harder. She was not offended by the accusation really; she not only rejected traditional morality, she was rather proud to do so. But the fact that Tom plainly intended to be hurtful did strike a nerve. Nevertheless, she answered calmly, "I take what I want. I want more children."

"Jenny, how is it that you've been fucking what I think must be hundreds of men for years now and have not had another baby?"

The shade of sadness he spotted earlier arose into a glooming shadow across her brow. "I don't know. That's why I need you."

He sighed and broke eye contact, staring blankly at her shoulder. "How can I help where so many have failed before? Why me, Jenny?"

Jenny did not know why her eyes got blurry and her nose felt stuffy. "Because you're my friend Thomas. You used to like me. I like you." She wanted to use the word love but did not know if she was capable of that emotion. She didn't understand what she was feeling at all.

Thomas clenched his fists and his jaw tightened. His eyes returned to hers. "I love my wife, Jenny. I'm married. I can't help you."

Cold rage knotted in Jenny's breast. She rested a hand heavily on Tom's shoulder and bent down to his eye level. "What if you didn't have a wife? Could I have your baby then?"

"Jenny, what are you saying? I know you won't hurt my Alice. You're not a bad pers-augh!" Jenny's crushing grip on his shoulder nearly shattered his clavicle.

"You already know that I am a thief and a whore. What kind of person am I? What kind of person are you? Are your vows more important than your wife's life?" She released him and stood straight.

He ribbed at his shoulder, wincing. "Jennifer, please. Don't do this. It's wrong."

She crossed her arms. "I say it is right." She looked him up and down. He wore only a loose wool overshirt and his underbritches. "Take off your clothes."

"No. I will not do this." He said, his eyes pleading with her.

Jenny took one stiff step foreword and grabbed at his clothes where stomach met groin. Catching both waistband and shirt-hem in her fist, she put her other hand in the middle of his chest and yanked the clothes from his body.

In the blink of an eye he was nude. The force of her action sent him stumbling backward and down onto his naked ass. The wild meadow grass was dry and harsh, the earth beneath hard and uneven.

Dropping what was now rags, she stalked toward him. She planted on foot between his legs and loomed over him like a nightmarish goddess. "You are mine now, Thomas. If you try to escape, I will kill your wife. If you resist me, I will have to hurt you."

Tears were running down Tom's cheeks. His mouth opened and closed helplessly as he searched for something, anything to say to the mad-woman.

She descended gracefully to her knees and bent over him. With one hand resting beside his head to support her body, her other hand went to his manhood.

"I know I am a beautiful woman. I am naked and asking you to make love to me. Why aren't you hard for me, Thomas?" she asked, hurt now tingeing her gruff words.

"Please, no." was all Thomas could say.

Jenny turned from his face to examine his soft dick. Gently, as if fondling a small bird, she held and stroked it.

"Does your wife use her mouth on you?" she asked. When he didn't answer she moved one hand down his leg till she reached his shin. With great deliberation she began to squeeze. "I will hurt you if you do not do as I wish. I will break your leg... I can carry you easily enough and you don't really need it for fucking."

Thomas was silent for a few seconds longer as the pressure continued to build. Jenny's hand was steady as a rock, not seeming to strain at all. Again, it felt as if his bone were actually bending under the force. Thomas's leg might as well have been trapped in a mill wheel. "Yes" he shouted in pain. Immediately, Jenny released him. Panting, he continued, "She used to, when we were younger."

Jenny looked down at his soft penis again. Even though she had lain with hundreds of men, she had never taken a cock into her mouth. It was an act that either displayed love or submission and she had never experienced either. Now she bowed her head over Thomas's groin, closed her eyes and sucked his reluctant member into her mouth.

It tasted of salt and man-musk. It was an unusual sensation, at once causing her to salivate and want to gag. With gentle determination, she bathed the soft rolling flesh with her tongue and sucked on it softly.

In truth, it was not loyalty to his wife or any kind of repugnance that had kept Tom's manhood withered, with was simple fear. The sight of Jenny's head bobbing and twisting at his waist and the gentle and determined way she manipulated his organ overcame that fear and his little soldier began to pulse with life.

Jenny paused frequently to examine Tom's cock. As it grew larger and harder Jenny's pussy began to drip and twinge with anticipation.

Soon, Tom's proud eight-inch tool filled Jenny's mouth. She released it and examined it one last time, her large, rough hands stroking it gently. Her eyes met his for a split second and they gleamed with animal hunger.

Grabbing his arm, the powerful woman pulled Tom on top of her as she rolled onto her back. Her other hand was gripped firmly around his cock. As his weight shifted her hand pressed upward against his groin. For several long moments he hung supported on her rock-steady arm. She spread her legs and slowly lowered him into position between her thighs. Her big hands clasped his hips and drew him into her.

Jenny trembled with pleasure as Tom's hot shaft penetrated her body. Tom fought back sobs. Jenny's firm but still gentle grip on his hips forced his groin against hers. The goddess's inner folds were hot and slick. At the moment Thomas bottomed out, his body bouncing against her clit and Jenny jumped and hissed. Tom's eyes bugged out and he whimpered; Jenny's twitching hole threatened to squeeze his precious manhood to a pulp.

Intent on the wonderful sensation of finally having Thomas inside her, Jenny kept a tight grip on his hips. Slowly at first and then more quickly, she began lifting and lowering his nearly two-hundred pound form, fucking herself with his throbbing prick.

Thomas was helpless, a mere mannequin in the freakish woman's hands. Tirelessly she sawed him in and out of her dripping hole. Her nostrils were flared and she stared intently at the union of their bodies, watching his hard rod slide in and out of her body.

After five minutes her movements became jerky and less controlled. Her breath was coming in gasps, not from fatigue but from building passion. From deep in her throat behind gritted teeth a moaning growl arose. Jenny's careful sawing turned into a flurry of pounding impalements and she screamed as she came.

Thomas screamed as well, not knowing what was worse, the bone-jarring impacts as she violently pulled his body to hers or the crushing grip of her climaxing pussy.

After nearly a minute of orgasmic chaos, Jenny's body slowly relaxed. Almost without effort, she continued to hold Tom over her body. She looked into his tear-filled eyes. "That was as wonderful as I have always known it would be. Your beautiful cock makes me feel so good."

Jenny still held Tom's hips elevated above her groin. Slowly she raised her hips to meet his, taking the entire length of his cock into her soaking sex again.

The copious girl-cum had lubricated his cock well and Tom was beginning to feel real pleasure from the assault. In control of herself once again, Jenny was able to keep her inner muscles soft and tender for her lover.

With all the other men Jennifer Stram had been with, she had been careful to conceal her strength. Her size had been intimidating enough. She did not have to do this with Tom. As she began to gradually work her way towards her second orgasm, she let her body arch upward beneath him.

She still held most of his weight with her hands on his hips. Her legs were spread wide apart, her feet planted solidly on the ground. Her shoulders touched earth at the other end. In the middle, her back arched and her hips rose high. The bridge thus formed remained rock-steady even as Jenny's excitement led her to jab Thomas into her body more and more vigorously.

"Please Thomas, give me you seed. Cum with me darling!" she shouted. As another climax burned through her body she fought to maintain control and coax the man's seed from his testicles.

Thomas answered her plea with panting grunts. His helpless body discharged his essence into her womb.

When Jenny felt his release, her orgasm redoubled. "Oh yes, thank you. Oh god, oh god, give me your baby!" She let her hips drop to the ground and wrapped her arms and legs around Thomas tenderly. Tears streamed from her eyes and she kissed his head and murmured her happy gratitude.

Tom lay sprawled across Jenny's body, exhausted. In a matter of only a few minutes, Jenny's breathing slowed. When his softened cock finally slid free of her soupy hole, "We need to get moving. I told Stanley I'd be home this morning and at this rate we'll be lucky to make it by nightfall."

With thoughtless ease, Jenny wrapped one arm around her lover and used the other to thrust herself to her feet in a single lunge. She ignored Tom's surprised squawk. Shifting him back into a double underarm carry, she took off running without a backward glance, leaving his ruined clothing behind.

She ran at what was for her a tortuously slow lope, keeping as much spring in her knees ash she could to ease Thomas's ride.

After several hours she reached the river that Ironbrook fed... she still had no idea what it's name was. Holding him high near her neck, she waded across the stream. This put his limp dick practically in her face. By the time she reached the other side, she was fixated on the soft piece of meat.

On the bank, she smiled at him, oblivious to the dazed, barely half-aware look in his eyes. Still holding him high against her chest, she bent her hand and took his shriveled sex into her mouth.

Tom groaned as Jenny suckled on his manhood. Surrendering to her helplessly, she went slack in her arms. He felt warmth spread through his loins and he began to stiffen between her lips.

She stood rock-steady with him in her arms for several long minutes as she brought his penis back to life. When he was fully hard, she placed him on his feet. She kissed his mouth, her tongue rubbing against his. She briefly stroked her clit and then lay back on the ground. Her legs spread wide she said, "Please give me more of your seed."
