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


Ironcleft Genesis part 1
By Boondocker (Boondocker42@gmail.com)


Defloration


There is a valley in the Appalachian mountains where a confluence of factors led to one of the most unusual chapters in humanity's biologic history. It is scores of miles from anything of note and has been largely isolated for centuries. Even before the arrival of Europeans on the continent, the native peoples avoided the area.

Stories were told of tribes attempting to live in this place that appeared so welcoming but always, the people would grow sick and weak. Hare and squirrels and other small beasts were plentiful but larger animals such as the deer that roam the rest of the region freely could not thrive on its lush vegetation. It seemed that the land itself was poison.

Early in America's western expansion, settlers found the valley and settled it. The local tribes were no longer around to warn them away... if they would have done such a favor for those that had driven them out of their lands and infected them with strange diseases. These early settlers named its small river Ironbrook and thus the valley became known as Ironcleft.

The white men met much the same fate as those who had come before. That first year, five families settled in the lower reaches of the valley. And for the two or three years to follow, they thrived. The livestock they had brought and the crops the planted sustained them. One might say that they were fruitful and did multiply.

After five years, the livestock began to fail. The cattle were the first to die off, young and old alike. The sheep were not far behind although the goats hung on for several years more. The chickens did well though and one family began raising hare for the cook pot. Each year, the harvests of grain and garden vegetables were plentiful. Wild hare were also common as there seemed to be no predators.

The adults that had first settled the land were healthy. The children however, both those that arrived as youngsters and those born in the valley, fared poorly. To a child, everyone under the age of ten was pallid of skin and weak of bone. They were prone to sickness of every sort. Many small graves were dug over those first ten years.

The people of Ironcleft came to believe themselves cursed. Each family was forced to consider leaving the valley.

In the year 1813, Jennifer Stram was born. She was a healthy baby girl born at a time when the adults of the valley were beginning to sicken themselves. They began to appear aged prematurely and lost strength in their limbs. Coughs and fevers became common. Although their crops continued to grow well, the sickening population had difficulty tending the fields and bringing in the harvest.

Despite this, Jennifer Stram thrived. By the time she was four, she was an active and rambunctious kid. But she was the only person under the age of twenty still alive in the valley. Little Jenny was the only bright spot in the increasingly harsh lives of the people of Ironcleft.

When much of the crop of 1818 was left to rot in the fields due to the population's inability perform the hard labor of harvest, the people decided unanimously to leave the valley. The land was cursed for certain and none could stand the prospect of another life lost.

The journey out of isolation was difficult but nothing of great note befell the exodus. The only thing worth mentioning about that trip was Jennifer's behavior. Normally a happy child, she was very fussy and often became agitated. She asked over and over again when they were going home. She seemed to know instinctively which direction Ironcleft lay and twice had to be tracked down after she took off on her own to return home.

They reached settled lands and sought refuge among the healthy and happy people tending the rich farms of young America. Each family found kind folk to take them in, pledging to contribute to their collective livelihood to the best of the ability.

It took many months but the refugees from Ironcleft did slowly recover their vigor. The curse faded with time.

Jenny grew up healthy but wild. She preferred solitude to playing with the other children and could often be found staring off to the west in the direction of her former home. She ate when she grew hungry but insisted that all the food tasted wrong. But still, she ate as much as any adult because she hungered often.

Her build was broad of shoulder but sleek of flank. Her long hair was a dark brown that bordered on black. The complexion of her skin was perhaps the strangest of all. It was clear and unblemished but appeared somewhat coarse. All inhabitants of the countryside were weathered by the sun but Jennifer didn't tan so much as burnish. Her skin had a depth of yellow-and-umber coloring that none had seen before.

Her eyes were a pale blue that was also unfamiliar.

It took her parents and the people of the new community quite a while to notice something else that was unusual about Jennifer. She was rather large for her age and abnormally strong for her size. By the age of ten she was nearly five feet tall. She could carry loads several times her own weight and was already stronger than many adult men.

The strange thing was, Jenny herself felt weak. She never discussed things with anyone but she felt certain that she had been as strong or stronger when she was six as when she was ten. She had gown but felt like she had gotten weaker as she did so. Deep in her heart, Jenny knew that something was wrong.

Everyone worked from the age of eight or so in those days. Jenny proved herself very capable at every physical labor there was. She spent countless hours in the woods with an axe, felling trees and splitting wood for fuel. She had formed no friendships and took every opportunity she could to be alone.

By the age of twelve, Jennifer Stram stood five foot five in her bare feet. Her feet were always bare since she saw no point in wearing shoes; her feet were tougher than any kind of cured hide and on them, shoes tended to get ripped to shreds in a matter of days. She was virtually a stranger to everyone, even her own family. She spoke very little. She was happy to do work and share the fruits of her labor but beyond that she had little connection to the community.

Something did change though at about this time. Jenny's maturing body began flooding her brain with hormones. Her budding breasts softened her squareish chest and traces of hair appeared in the usual places. Jenny grew fascinated with the mating of farm animals and what boys hid between their legs.

All of this is not unusual of course but for Jenny, the new feelings that were invading her mind seemed overwhelming. She also become more interested in babies and would bluntly ask to hold any baby she happened across. Of course, Jenny's strange ways and reputation for not knowing her own strength made mothers nervous and so Jenny had few opportunities to actually experience babies and young children.

Along with her new sexual awareness, Jenny's always-present longing for her home in Ironcleft was suddenly stronger than ever. The thought of raising children in what she had come to think to herself as the "weak lands" filled her with a dread that was almost physical queasiness. At the same time, she desperately wanted to have sex, become a woman and have children.

Ever awkward, Jenny began accosting men and boys. She would try to strike up innocent conversations but this always went poorly. She began skipping words. Any time she found a boy or young man alone, she would attempt to kiss them and grope their body.

Not every male resisted her advances. Several teen boys and a few older men reciprocated her attentions. A boy four years older than her was the first to let Jenny touch his bare penis. It was hard and very warm. Jenny was very gentle with it as she examined it closely and stroked it. It was no more than five inches long but was beautiful to her. She let the boy remove her blouse and cup his hands over her hard little breasts.

They went no farther than that that first day but in the month to come, Jenny got her hands on four more hard cocks, jacking two of them off to climax. One was a married older man of about thirty. Jenny stripped completely for him and let him watch as her strong fingers kneaded the flesh of her nearly bald vagina as she brought herself to climax.

The man's name was Tom. His cock was over six inches long and she asked him to take her virginity but he insisted that he could not be unfaithful to his wife.

The very next time Jenny was alone with a boy, she immediately told him that she wanted him to take her virginity. Samuel was only fifteen and even though she was only twelve, she was bigger than him and obviously much stronger and he was scared of her. If she had been any other girl, he would have been thrilled beyond words at such an opportunity. As it was, it was only the hard look in her eyes that prevented him from fleeing. Escape was obviously impossible.

Still, his hard little dick had no objections. Jenny stripped and lay back in the hay. The boy mounted her as he had seen his parents do a time or two and didn't have much trouble finding her hole. He began to slide in gently. The hot, pulsing head of his cock entered her and he felt her hymen resist his penetration. She was wet and slippery down there and very warm. He pushed harder, knowing that the barrier he was hitting was supposed to break. He couldn't get in. He pushed harder. Jenny was panting heavily beneath him, close to orgasm but becoming frustrated. "Come on boy, push. You're not hurting me, just do it!"

Poor Samuel was trying. His dick was as hard as it had ever been in his life but it threatened to bend in half as he grunted and panted. Jenny's cherry refused to part.

Angry now, Jenny grabbed him by the shirt he still wore and spun him around to the hay next to her. She straddled his hips and grabbed his cock. She forgot to be gentle and Samuel shrieked as she nearly crushed the engorged organ. Ignoring his struggles, she pressed the purple head against her slit and bore down on it. Once again, it pressed against her hymen. She let her body press down harder and harder on the stiff little appendage. Tears were flowing from Samuel's eyes. It felt like his precious horn was going to snap in two. He begged Jenny to stop but she didn't seem to hear.

She had the entire weight of her body on the point of Sam's cock and her stubborn cherry gave no hint that it might break. She tried bouncing on it a couple times. Sam was hitting her now, striking her face and chest with closed fists. There was a desperate strength to his struggles but to Jenny, his blows were completely harmless. She finally noticed his distress. Frustrated beyond words, she relented. She got off the poor kid and stood looking down at him. He immediately bent into a ball, clutching his gentiles. She was so mad at the situation, she almost kicked him. Fortunately for Samuel, Jenny was thoughtless and unsociable but not cruel. She controlled herself and stormed out of the barn.

It was a full five minutes later that she shamefacedly returned. She had left her cloths behind and had made it a couple hundred yards away before noticing her nudity. Sam was still crying, curled up in a ball. Jenny hesitated before leaving him again but told herself that she would check back in a few hours. She didn't really want to deal with the kid and if he could get himself together on his own then that would be easiest.

She did check the barn later that night but Sam was gone. Apparently he never told anyone else about what had happened but he avoided her like seven kinds of plague after that. Actually, he pretty much avoided all women for many years.

Jenny tried two more times in the next week with older guys. A twenty year old with a beautiful penis that reminded her of Tom's struggled for half an hour. Jenny had learned her lesson and did not try to take control... she didn't want to hurt anyone. The guy was aggressive and sure of himself to begin with. He tried ramming himself into her. He made her climax once that way but the barrier held. He let her wrap her legs around his ass and try to force him in. Jenny was hesitant to try this. She knew she could break his pelvis or snap his back if she was not careful. But she did as he asked. He grunted and panted and expressed amazement at her strength. She tried hard not to laugh but failed. When he asked her what was so funny, she just shook her head. She knew better to explain to him how much stronger than that she really was.

After that guy gave up, Jenny was at her wit's end. She went to Tom and told him about the problem. He still refused to make love to her and told her honestly that he didn't think he'd have any better luck. She cried on his shoulder for a while. Finally, he suggested two things. Well, first he told her that he thought she should just wait until she was older but that didn't go over well. So then he offered her two ideas. The first was a name... Arnold Leventher. The second was something Tom hesitate to bring up but Jenny was obviously desperate and it had occurred to him that she could end up really hurting someone. So, he told her that she could consider using something sturdy and roughly penis shaped to break her hymen artificially. But he cautioned her against using anything sharp.

Well, she could always try the later... later. But Arnold Leventher...

She knew the name. He lived some ten miles away and was the blacksmith for the largest town in the area. Two things recommended him as a cherry-buster. First, he was a big man and heavily muscled as blacksmiths usually were. And also, he was something of a brute. He treated women badly. In fact, five years earlier his wife had died. Arnold claimed that it had been fever that took her but the battered and broken condition of the corpse told a different story.

Jenny did not like Arnold. She had considered visiting him before... she wondered which of them was stronger and had had fantasies of humiliating him. But this might be almost as good. With the way Jenny's mind work, it never occurred to her that she could be the one that got hurt. She did not think herself invincible... far from it. She had had enough minor accidents while working in the woods to know that she could be injured. But she just never thought in terms of threats and fear.

Not only might Arnold be physically strong enough to take Jennifer's virginity, any damage that might be done to him in the process would be a form of justice.

Tom had actually given some serious thought to that suggestion. Based on a few things he had seen... especially the time he had watched Jenny drag an enormous log across a field when she thought no one was watching... Tom was pretty sure she was much stronger than the blacksmith and would be able to protect herself. He found himself hoping that the man would get hurt and wished he could watch.

Jenny came upon Arnold as he headed home from the tavern a few nights later. He was in a foul mood because the owner had thrown him out once again for bothering the women. Arnold figured he could whip any three men but the tavern had been full of husbands and brothers and fathers that would have been happy to help teach the blacksmith a lesson in respect. Well, he'd just visit the tavern later when the owner and his family were alone...

Arnold only vaguely knew who Jenny was. Her family lived nearly a day's travel away. She looked to be sixteen or so and very ripe. She walked up to him boldly and told him he was the only real man she'd ever met and she wanted him to teach her what it meant to be a woman. Jenny was a terrible liar. If he hadn't had such a delusional, inflated opinion of his own importance or maybe if he hadn't been distracted by the shape of her nipples showing through the thin dress she wore, he may have been suspicious. As it was, his anger at the world vanished in a blink at the prospect of some delicate young flesh. He told her he'd be happy to oblige and immediately grabbed her by the waste and wrapped his hands around the globes of her ass. When he felt the hard power of her muscles, he mistakenly believed her to be resisting. Jenny thought she was just wiggling playfully.

She pushed herself away from him, breaking his hold effortlessly. She asked him to take her to his home. He led her down the street, his hand wrapped around her forearm, hauling her along as was his habit. He was normally deaf to a woman's complaints at such rough handling and so did not notice their lack as Jenny followed quietly.

Arnold stood 5'10" and was massive across the chest and shoulders. Jenny's deceptive form was lean without obvious muscle mass... one of Arnold's biceps was probably equal to three of hers. The crown of her head met the level of his lips and like every woman he'd ever been with, he dwarfed Jenny. And like every woman he'd ever been with, willing or otherwise, he spent no time on endearments or even basic kindness. As soon as they entered his hovel, he shoved her down onto the course straw mattress.

Jenny watched him calmly as he stripped off his clothing. His cock was already hard when she got a look at it in the flickering lantern light. It was probably seven inches long and very thick. It was the largest one she had seen to date and her body shivered in anticipation. Surely someone as big and strong as Arnold, with a member of that stature, would be able to take her virginity.

Arnold saw her staring at his dick and grinned. He detected no fear in her eyes... normally a young girl would be crying by this point. This young lady must really be hot to trot. If someone had told him at that moment that she was only twelve, he wouldn't believe them. True, her body's shape didn't seem entirely mature but she was so tall and study looking she must be fully grown.

Arnold placed his hands at the neck of her dress and ripped it from her. Watching a woman leave his place huddled behind tattered clothing was enormously satisfying as was the shocked expression that always accompanied even this simple violation. His eyes burned as he gazed upon her softly trembling bosom. The nipples topping her small mounds were dark of hue and crinkled hard with anticipation. She had worn no undergarment. Chuckling, he covered her body with his, grabbing her crotch with his right hand. There was very little of her dark hair down there and the lips of her slit were thin. But the mound was soft and he could feel the little pea of her clitoris roll around under his palm.

She was wet down there. She was ready. He told her how lucky she was and how great being a woman was going to be. Arnold's attitude towards women was schizophrenic... he had no real respect for them and imagined their lives to be centered solely around sex. He thought they liked his rough ways but he also liked the way they would cry and beg.

He centered his body over hers and pressed his knob into her slit. Her labia parted easily and his head slid into her honey hole. His grin got even wider when he felt the barrier there. She really was cherry. He stayed there many long heartbeats, relishing the anticipation. Then, without warning, he thrust forward powerfully.

Jenny grunted as his weight bore her down into the mattress. She could feel the thin barrier of flesh strain against the pressure... but it held.

It took Arnold a few moments to realize he hadn't penetrated her. He looked down at her in puzzlement. "You'll have to do better than that" she said with a hint of condescension.

Not knowing whether to laugh or snarl at that, Arnold tried again. He settled his entire weight onto the girl but to no avail. He jabbed at her repeatedly, panting heavily. It was like some kind of nightmare... to have such a lovely morsel at the tip of his cock but to be unable to skewer her properly.

After five minutes of tolerating his efforts, Jenny had enough. "I thought you were a man. I thought you could make me a woman. But you can't. You're no good to me at all."

Angry and confused, Arnold responded the only way he knew how. He closed his fist, cocked it back and let fly with a haymaker punch. It was the kind of punch that broke jaws and knocked grown men out. It was the kind of punch that had killed his wife.

Jenny's head whipped back under the impact as his knuckles plastered themselves across her cheek. The punch stung but her head remained clear. She had been half waiting for things to turn violent ever since Tom suggested this course of action. She looked into his eyes and sneered. "Why didn't you say you wanted to play rough?" she asked.

She wrapped her legs around his ass and clenched him towards her. Fortunately, his penis was still in line and it sunk in to press against her hymen. Jenny pressed against his backside with enough strength to crush a log.

Arnold screamed. His dick simply bent under the pressure and his pelvis was forced against hers. Her cherry still did not break but as the pressure continued to mount, his pelvis threatened to.

When his shaft bent, Jenny thought for a moment that she had finally lost her virginity. But then she realized she could still feel the same pressure against her hymen. Wondering what had happened, she released him and then tossed him out of the bed. He hit the floor hard, prone on his back. There was a stunned expression in his eyes.

She knelt beside him and examined his dick. A deep band of bruising showed where it had buckled under pressure. She jerked and twisted at it briefly. Aside from the bruising, it seemed intact and was still hard. "Well, let's try this then." She muttered.

Jenny straddled the blacksmith and directed his abused cock back to the entrance of her slit. She sank all her weight down onto it.

This roused Arnold. Shaking his head in un-accustomed fear, he attempted to fight Jenny off. She kept her feet hooked around the tops of his legs, forcing them flat and denying them any leverage. Arnold swung a fist at her again... she caught it in one hand, squeezing it enough to make the joints grind. She grabbed his other arm and held them both aloft. Arnold thrashed around desperately but could not weaken her iron grip.

Jenny began bouncing up and down on his manhood. She was making no progress with her cherry but the stimulation felt good. Arnold was blubbering and begging now. Smiling down at him, Jenny began using his arms for extra leverage, pulling herself down harder and harder onto his body.

His cock was bending in half with every bounce now, bursting blood vessels along its entire length.

Jenny brought herself to climax and dismounted her ruined steed. "That was kind of fun but I'm still a virgin." She said to no one in particular. Arnold's genitals were swollen and nearly black with bruising. His eyes were vacant and he appeared to be unconscious or at least in some sort of shock.

Jenny looked around the filthy little room and found a hatchet near the door. Hefting it, she examined the handle. It wasn't quite as thick as Arnolds cock but was much longer and no doubt sturdier. Shrugging with resignation, Jenny sank to her knees and positioned the butt of the handle against her pussy and let the hatchet's head rest on the wooden floor. She bore down on her hymen with all her weight.

It hurt. It hurt more than anything else she had tried which she took to be a good sign. Lifting herself a bit, she tried dropping down onto the shaft. The pain made her grunt but her cherry held. She jabbed at it this way multiple times, dropping farther and harder with each attempt. Tears were streaming from her eyes in pain and frustration.

Finally, she stood up. Gathering her resolve, she concentrated for a moment and then let her body drop like a stone, holding the tool tightly to her maidenhead and centering all her weight and momentum on it.

She screamed when it struck the floor but quickly realized that her amazing flesh still had not yielded. Sobbing in pain and frustration, Jenny wracked her brain.

She was relying on gravity and she soon realized that that was her mistake. She sometimes caught herself thinking like an ordinary person. For most people, using gravity to increase the force they could bring to bear made sense. The weight of their bodies and the momentum of a fall could usually produce more power than their muscles alone.

That wasn't true for Jenny - not by a long shot. Her sturdy and dense frame was heavier than it looked but not by all that much. Jenny was suddenly convinced that all she really needed was her own strength and some way to get leverage against her own body.

Looking around the room, she noticed that Arnold's bed sat a foot off the floor on sturdy wooded legs. Rising again, moisture-slickened hatchet in one hand, Jenny bent to move Arnold's body out of the way. She hooked one arm between his legs and around one thigh. She absently noticed that he was still breathing. She lifted his lower body, braced his thigh against her own, twisted and heaved.

The blacksmith's heavy form flipped through the air, landing against the far wall of the small shack. Arnold groaned and curled up into a ball, wishing he could wake up from his nightmare.

Jenny sat down near the leg at the foot of the bed. She scooted in close and slid her right leg under the bed. She slid the handle back into her vagina's entrance and hooked her calf around the bed's leg. Pulling the bed towards her, the girl set the hatchet's head against the wooden board. Awkwardly, she swung her other leg around to hook the bed atop its mate. Now she would be able to pull herself onto the hatchet with the strength of both of her legs.

Licking her lips and taking a breath, Jenny crunched her legs, pulling the bed and hatchet in to her body.

Almost instantly, Jenny began to see stars as her hymen protested. Steeling herself, she continued increasing pressure.

Panting heavily to keep from screaming, Jenny felt the flesh of her pussy stretch reluctantly. The girl was using two or three times the pressure that had nearly killed Arnold and was approaching the limit of her strength... but then it happened. With a shriek given volume by her powerful lungs and that would sting her throat for days and could be heard two miles away, Jenny felt an explosion of pain that made everything else seem trivial. Her cherry gave way and the rest of the hatchet's handle plunged into her sex like a battering ram, the steel head smashing her clit like a thumb under a hammer.

The pain was excruciating but at the same time her body was flooded with a feeling of elated release. Pussy burning with pain and clitoris throbbing with stunned agony, Jenny climaxed as she had never before in her short experience.

After recovering for several minutes, the newly made woman pulled herself away from the bed and extracted the hatchet from her aching pussy. There was very little blood on it. Why had it hurt so much? That was a bit of a silly question of course since she had just subjected her genitals to enough pressure to squeeze the life out of a horse or drive a fence post four feet into the ground

In her tattered dress, Jenny left the shack a few minutes later, Arnold all but forgotten. The blacksmith never caused anyone any trouble again. He lived, mind you, but his manhood was utterly incapable of an erection and his mind held deep fears of which he never spoke.


©Boondocker