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


Ironcleft Genesis part 2
By Boondocker (Boondocker42@gmail.com)


Mating Habits

Having taken care of her virginity, Jenny Stram set out to get pregnant. She couldn't explain her motives but she was driven by two overwhelming urges... to become a mother and to return to the Ironcleft valley.

She pursued the former in her typically direct manner. Within two weeks of her encounter with the blacksmith and his hatchet, she had sex dozens of times with ten different men and boys. Growing tired of sneaking around barns and outhouses, Jenny decided to build herself a shack in the woods. In the process, she learned to split logs evenly and some simple carpentry. The tiny cabin was only about 5 foot by ten foot and had a dirt floor covered with blankets laid over straw. A few boards nailed together and leaned against the entrance served as her door.

Jenny continued to do most of the community's fuel collection but became even more reclusive. Nevertheless, word had gotten out to every male within twenty miles... Jenny Stram would fuck anyone at any time. All you had to do was walk up to her and she'd take you to her rough bed and mate with you. Or let you mount her on the ground where you stood.

Within a month of her shack's first christening, there wasn't a virgin male over the age of twelve to be found within a day's travel.

Jennifer's body seemed all but incapable of fatigue. She'd work chopping and hauling wood ten or twelve hours a day, only stopping for a few minutes now and then to stuff some food in her mouth or fuck someone who happened to be passing by. At night, a steady stream of visitors kept her legs spread and the portal to her womb bathed in seed. Her eyes would grow heavy and she would sleep but at no time was her body ever slowed by fatigue.

She stopped concealing her strength. She built herself a two-sided rack-and-harness arrangement to help her carry and deliver wood. It was made of wooden staves and leather straps and hung from her shoulders. She was able to stack loads of firewood across her chest and back, allowing her to balance a large load. She had a frame for it that allowed her to load it up first before slipping into it.

The sight of a ten-foot stack of wood traveling down the road atop a pair to flashing brown legs became common in the area. Jenny regularly carried 800 pounds or more with her rig, traveling many miles without rest. 

In the early fall of that year, rumors of Indian raiders operating to the west were the main topic of the day. A company of militia passed through the area while on the way to confront the menace. When the fifty men and officers settled in to camp for the night, Jenny offered her services. The local males were all so busy with the start of the harvest that her supply of cock had dwindled down to just two or three guys a day. If she had still been getting her full accustomed diet, even Jenny Stram would have probably thought twice about placing herself into the tender care of so many young men. But as it was, she had urges that were not being satisfied and she just couldn't help herself.

The company stayed through the entire next day and night. The officers would have faced mutiny if they had insisted on leaving such an opportunity behind. Over the course of thirty-six hours or so, Jenny copulated with every member of the militia at least once and in some cases four or five times. Every two hours or so she went for a dip in a nearby stream and the troops kept her supplied with food and drink. In the darkest hours of the night she got four hours of sleep or so.

There was no stop in Jenny Stram. Hours of being roughly fucked on her back atop coarse blankets or dry grass left no marks or bruises. A number of the men, psychological cousins to blacksmith Arnold, roughly mauled her chest and attempted to bend her body in unnatural ways. The mauling felt good and left no sign of the violence done. Her body would not bend a single millimeter farther than it wished.

There was only one young but oversized private that she felt the need to actually resist. He wanted to stick his dick in her ass and wasn't taking no for an answer. So she'd tossed him ten feet in the air and over a nearby fire. That had given the troops pause but only as long as it took her to spread her legs again.

Jenny climaxed hundreds of times and gallons of sperm was shot into her hole.

Even after thirty hours of constant sex, her pussy was a tight little slit that left many of the men bruised and tender. When the officers finally got the men moving late the second morning, Jenny just put her simple dress back on and started chopping wood. Aside from the constant drainage from her vagina running down her legs, she showed no signs of wear. That night two locals visited her and they noticed nothing different about her body or her eagerness.

It was too bad the company couldn't stay longer.

Five months after losing her virginity, Jenny Stram missed her menstrual cycle for the second time in a row. She knew that she was pregnant. She began making plans to leave for Ironcleft. She did not know why the urge to return to her birthplace was so strong but it was unmistakable. Perhaps she could have resisted the urge if she had had a greater connection to the folk she lived among but that was not the case. She would miss her parents and Tom, the only other person she had been able to have real conversations with. Ironically, he was one of the very few men in the area that had never fornicated with her. She had plans to change that but first she had other tasks to complete.

Jenny Stram was hardly qualified to found a homestead on her own. She knew little of farming or hunting or the preparation of food. Even with her strength and endurance, the notion of a single person with little experience heading out into the wilds was preposterous. For a young expectant mother to do so was outright suicidal. But once again, Jenny simply never felt fear or perceived danger very well. She didn't even feel concern over the prospect of giving birth alone in the wilderness.

Knowing that she was pregnant reduced Jenny's overwhelming sex drive somewhat. She was no longer subject to the constant need to have her pussy filled with hot man-cream. But the men of the area still sought her out and she saw no reason to turn any away. Indeed, having the edge taken off her hunger allowed her to enjoy the experience more. And sex with Jenny became a less bruising and dangerous adventure for the men as well.

By the time Jennifer began planning for her move to Ironclift, she had turned thirteen and stood 5'8". She was already taller than a majority of men. Her breasts continued to gradually fill out though they were still less than a handful. The swell of her hips softened and rounded slightly and the pelt between her legs had thickened considerably.

Her dark hair was long and ragged, extending down to the middle of her back when it wasn't knotted on top of her head. The dark tone of her skin was unblemished by any kind of mark save her almost black nipples and areolas. Though it appeared soft; to the touch there was a surprising dry, rubbery texture to it. Water beaded on her skin oddly.

Jenny began collecting supplies. Seeds for wheat and corn and a collection of vegetables as well as some potatoes. She would take her two large axes and a variety of hatchets and steel wedges. She packed hoes and shovels. Bolts of thick wool and her meager collection of clothing as well. Vaguely aware that salt could be used to preserve meat, she bought a fifty pound bag. Some cast iron skillets and a dutch oven also went into her load.

She modified her carry rig with large burlap bags and loaded it up. Even living in the weak lands where she could barely stomach the food, Jenny ate about twice what a gown man did. After dealing with what essentials she thought she needed, she topped off the rest of her pack with flour and corn meal and lard and some salted pork.

The frame supporting her pack collapsed once and she had to re-build it. When she had loaded everything she thought she could manage, the entire rig weighed just under a thousand pounds. Jenny didn't get along with horses very well and she would be traveling across open country that would render any wagon far more of a burden than help. She would simply carry everything she needed herself. In one trip. Probably traveling twelve hours a day at a fast walk.

She would be leaving just as spring began to lick the snow-covered land. Ironcleft lay about a hundred and fifty miles away; Jenny thought she could make it there in no more than four days. Three if things went well.

Before leaving, she said goodbye to her parents. Her decision to leave did not surprise them and they knew there was no way to keep her from leaving but they begged her to wait until after their grandchild was born. Jenny tried to explain how important it was that she start eating the proper food she was sure she would find in the valley so that her child may grow properly and become strong. Whatever curse the land held, Jenny was certain that it was the source of her strength and that her baby would inherit it.

The weak lands were no place for a child of hers.

Jenny visited Tom the night before she planned to leave. She would have dearly loved to have her child fathered by him but that had not happened; she had no clue who the father was. But she still felt that her relationship with the older man was incomplete and was determined to make love to him. In fact, it was the first time she had thought of sex in those terms.

Jenny stood in Tom's home and removed her dress. She grabbed Tom and kissed him hard. He was of equal height with her and her body melded closely to his. She tried to be gentle, careful not to hurt him.

Tom struggled and told her to stop. He yelled at her. His wife walked in and started screaming at Jenny. Angry and frustrated, Jenny released the man and turned on Tom's wife. Murder was in her eyes. The woman went silent in fear, backing away hastily but refusing to leave the room. "Get out." Tom said. Jenny turned back to him, hurt and shock in her eyes. "Jenny, you need to learn. You can't have everything your way. Get out".

Jenny grabbed his arm near the shoulder. Tom winced, afraid it would break. She pawed the front of his trousers. "You're hard. I can just take what I want."

Tom was shaking with emotion. "Yes, you can. I'm asking you not to ruin my marriage. I'm asking you to leave. Please."

"But this is our last chance, Tom." Jenny pleaded. "I'm leaving tomorrow. I'm going back to Ironcleft."

"I know Jenny. I wish you good fortune and whatever happiness you can find. But I can't have sex with you."

Jenny stared at him a long time. His wife was sobbing quietly, afraid at what might happen. For a moment, Jenny gripped his arm harder, making him gasp in pain. He could swear the bone was bending. But with a jerk, she released him. Turning on her heals; she stalked out of the house. She ripped the door of its hinges as she went, gritting her teeth and venting her anger. She threw it across the yard and it shattered against the side of the barn, staving in some of the wall's boards as it hit.

She blazed a straight path to her shack in the woods, leaving uprooted bushes and shattered fence posts in her wake. Her vision was crimson with rage. Twice she stopped and turned, nearly returning to take what she wanted. It crossed her mind that if Tom's wife were dead, he could not refuse her. But ultimately, she knew she would feel the guilt for the rest of her life.

When she reached her shack, her vision had cleared and her blood was no longer roaring in her ears. She felt spent and empty inside. There were two men waiting there for her, expecting a chance to screw the local weirdo slut. She ignored them.

Her rampage across the county had left her dress in tatters. She'd worn her best for Tom but it didn't matter now. Tearing it off, she dropped it in the smoldering firepit. The men grinned but she did not acknowledge them. Mustering the last of her rage and roaring, she extended her arms and ran through her shed, pulling it down around her and busting through the far wall. The structure collapsed. Screaming and sobbing, she picked up the pieces of her home and beat them against the ground and nearby trees, busting it down to smaller and smaller pieces. She broke thick boards across her own head and knees.

The two men fled for their lives.

When there was nothing left to break, she piled most of the wreckage on top of the fire. She didn't stay long enough to watch it catch. She gathered a bunch of blankets and a few last pieces of clothing from the spot of ground where her shack and been and stuffed them into her pack. Still naked, she slipped into her rig and lifted it. The straps groaned and squeaked as the load settled across her body. With difficulty, she was able to maneuver the pack's stand up onto the top of her load... she had no other way of getting into the rig and would need it later.

There was no reason to wait until tomorrow.

Tears trailing from her eyes and a thousand pounds of supplies across her shoulders, Jennifer Stram headed west, away from anything hinting at civilization and its weakness.


©Boondocker
