Pearl's Possession (The Red Petticoat Saloon)

by Lee Savino

  I waited, my hair over my face, and tried to control my breathing.

  I felt the strap touch my bottom and clenched.

  Then Cash tossed it on the table. For a second I was confused, and he touched me on the back, guiding me up.

  "All's forgiven, Pearl. Now go and thank all of your husbands."

  Tears rolled down my face as I threw myself in his arms. "I don't deserve you," I whispered.

  "No, Pearl." He took my face in both hands and kissed me hard. "We don't deserve you."

  Scampering back to the table, I met Orion first. Grabbing his hand, I kissed it as I had Cash's earlier that day.

  "Was I too harsh?" he asked, hugging me.

  "No." I squeezed him and kissed his cheek.

  "Can I do it again, then, sometime, for fun? I enjoy it."

  "Me too." I smiled at him, then my body was pulled into a bear hug.

  "I didn't want them to hurt you," Samson said. Craning my neck, I kissed his full lips.

  "You won't ever hurt me. I trust you all."

  Brock was at my back, his member pressing into my bottom. "You speak too soon, lass. You're in for good hard fucking, so you know you're ours." He pulled me from Samson's arms and passed me to Jonas, who caught me about my waist.

  "Are you ready for us?" His lips nipped my ear and my knees nearly gave out. "I've waited all day to have you." His hand squeezed my bottom, fingers creeping close to my bottom hole. "I want to take you here. Did you wear your new plug for me?"

  "Yes, sir," I blushed. Orion made me put the larger one in myself after the morning session, and Cash allowed me take it out before the bath. The wood squeezed between my chastised cheeks kept my men at the forefront of my thoughts, and I had been dripping down my leg all day.

  Jonas kept hold of me, rubbing his cock against my bottom as I arched back. He paused a moment to throw up my shift. Once I was naked, he secured my hands behind my back with one of his, reaching around to stroke my labia with the other.

  With a wicked grin, Orion stepped in front of me. His fingers pinched and pulled at my nipples, alternating with his lips and tongue until I cried out with need. My head sagged backwards, my body taut as a bowstring my men played with expert skill.

  After a minute, they let me go, and I would've fallen, had Cash not scooped me up. He strode to the bedroom, pausing on the threshold to set me down.

  "Do you want us tonight, Pearl?"

  My feet touched the ground, but I was glad he was still holding me up. My body was a raging inferno, desire threatening to consume me. "Yes, please," I breathed.

  Cash wasted no time lifting me again. Laying me on the bed, he pushed over me and kissed me. My arms and legs wrapped around his body, trying to draw him to me.

  "Patience," he laughed, and pried me off. Jonas and Orion took my arms and tied them to the head board. Once they made sure I was comfortable, they ran their hands down my body. I tried to arch up into their touch, but Brock and Cash had lashed my feet to the bottom of the bed. I was spread eagled and helpless as I'd never been before. My men stood around the bed, grinning when I begged them to fill me.

  "Soon," they promised, taking turns stooping to kiss me.

  I sighed as they stepped away. Lifting my head, I saw Samson settle into his favorite spot between my legs.

  "Do you want us, Pearl?" he asked, a wide smile stretching his face.

  "Yes, I want you. I always want you. So much. Please, Samson, please." My words tumbled over each other until he lowered his head, hiding his smile in my lower lips. His tongue worked magic, sending waves of pleasure washing over my entire body until I shook in my bonds. When I came down a little, Cash was checking each limb, making sure my wrists and ankles weren't strained.

  "Please," I whispered to him.

  Thumbing my cheek, he kissed me. I put everything I had in that kiss. When it was done, he rested his head against mine.

  "I love you," I told him.

  "I know, Pearl. I do too."

  "We all do," Samson said.

  "Next time you try to run and hide, I will tie you to the bed until you talk to us," Cash threatened with a twinkle in his eye. He sat down on the bed, and pulled off his shirt, revealing a chest as hard and muscled as the rest.

  "And then we fill you, over and over, until you can't remember our names." Brock added with a grin. He and the other men were naked already.

  "Please fill me." My juices licked down my thighs, soaking the bed. If I didn't have a cock in me soon, I was going to scream.

  Orion straddled my head, his cock bobbing around my lips. "Suck me."

  Tied at his mercy, I had no choice but to crane my head and take the crown of his cock into my mouth, but I loved every moment of it. In that moment, I was their lover, their slave. My tongue worshiped him, he was careful not to push in too far. He even propped a pillow behind my head.

  "She likes this," someone said, stroking fingers around my pussy. Whimpering, I redoubled my efforts to suck Orion down.

  Then I felt a cock at my lower entrance.

  It sank home, thick and perfect. I heard cursing in Scottish and felt Brock's calloused hands digging into my bum. My mouth went lax as I gasped at the beautiful sensation.

  With a laugh, Orion lifted off me and played with my breast instead. He and Samson sucked and stimulated my sensitive orbs while Brock fucked me hard. My body bounced in its bonds and he slowed to a stop.

  "Untie her. I want her to able to take it all." To save time, Cash and Jonas cut them instead. Brock waited until my legs and arms closed around him to begin moving again.

  "How do I feel, lass?"

  "So good," my hands drifted up and down his back, stroking him.

  "You ready for another cock in your mouth?"

  My eyes must have lit up, because he pulled out and flipped me over. Cash was kneeling before me, offering me his beautiful rod, and I crawled to take him in my mouth.

  "Here we are, lass." Brock's hands anchored my hips. "Both at the same time." And he thrust home, pushing me forward. I opened my mouth and accepted Cash's cock, letting both my men fuck me from behind and before. Their forceful movements rocked me back and forth between them, but their hands were gentle on my head and ass.

  "Oh, Pearl," one groaned and then the other, and soon they were spurting into me, filling me up with seed. Cash popped out and Orion was there, ready.

  "One moment," Samson lay down, big hands guiding me over his body. "Ride me."

  I came as I sank down on his giant cock. He bottomed out in me, stimulating my womb, and I went limp, shuddering on his chest.

  As I recovered, fingers swirled down my back. My men were all touching me, marveling at my soft skin and silky hair.

  "She's so beautiful," Brock sighed.

  "I love watching you cum," Orion said softly. Turning my head, I kissed him.

  My eyes flew open when I felt fingers slip into the crack of my bum.

  Looking back, I saw Jonas grinning at me. "You ready?"

  I gulped, then nodded, rising up to all fours. Samson was still in my pussy. My giant was so big, I felt some trepidation at the thought of both men stretching me.

  Jonas' oiled digit played around my pucker.

  "Hurry up," Samson groaned as my inner muscles clenched around him.

  Setting his cock at the crack of my ass, Jonas pushed slowly in.

  Full above and below, my mind soared to heights I'd never reached.

  Brock leaned down to catch my eye. "You're a fine sight and no mistake. We love watching you take us. Your pearly skin is perfect; your blue eyes speak of your pleasure." His finger traced my lips and I flicked at it with my tongue. Grinning, he pretended to fuck my face with his digit, glancing back at Cash and Orion with a smile. "She's almost ready to take three of us."

  He stepped away, and Samson and Jonas rocked me between them, their speed increasing. The men worked my body in a sinful rhythm; it was heaven, it was hell. I was both worshipped and possessed.

  Pleasu
re rippled through my body, setting off both my men. Jonas slammed into me, and even Samson surged up hard as our orgasms shook us.

  Jonas cursed over and over again, finally pulling out and raining kisses down my back. Coming to my ass, he planted reverent kisses on my backside. I sagged, limp and spent, on the warm table of Samson's chest. The big man pushed my sweaty hair from my face, smiling at me.

  Brock pushed closer and gave me a kiss. "No more running."

  A hand tugged my hair and Orion pressed his lips against mine. "You're perfect."

  Finally Cash, cupping my cheeks and gazing deep into my eyes, said, "You belong to us, now and forever."

  * * *

  The next day, there were happy faces around the breakfast table. When I rose to grab my broom for morning chores, Cash stopped me. "Put on your boots. We're going into town."

  "Wait, first I have a surprise for you." Jonas crackled with excitement. He used one of my scarves to blindfold me, and then led me outside.

  "Careful she doesn't turn her foot on a stone," Brock said, and I squawked as Samson picked me up. He carried me into the barn, by the smell of hay and horses.

  "Here," as soon as Samson set me down, Jonas tugged away my blindfold.

  It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dim light. A wooden contraption stood before me, complete with a bench.

  "Like it?"

  I blinked. "You built this?"

  "Most of it. Cash ordered certain parts, but it wasn't finished until today."

  "Do you know what this is, Pearl?" Brock asked.

  "It's a loom." Hurrying forward, I sat on the stool and ran my fingers over the smooth wood of the shuttle.

  "Now you can make the fine cloths you love."

  "We're going to town now and you can pick out what you need, or order it." Jonas was practically bouncing on his toes.

  "I love it. I don't know how to thank you."

  "There is one way." Jonas winked at me.

  "We need to get to town," Cash said. "But Jonas, you can ride with Pearl in the wagon."

  After I thanked Jonas properly, I took a nap, waking when the others climbed in so I could entertain them.

  The town looked very small and drab compared to the great lodge and beautiful garden my men had wrought on the side of the mountain. I marveled at how much my life had changed in a few short months.

  "What are we buying from the mercantile?" I accompanied them into the dusty building.

  "Grain and meal for the hogs. It will be a long winter." Brock said.

  "Pick out all manner of thread," Cash ordered. "The activity will sustain you through the winter."

  They did their business while I sat and looked through a large catalogue. By the time they were done loading the wagon, I'd chosen many things and was trying to narrow it down.

  "Nonsense." Jonas took the book and made me point everything out, and joined Brock, Orion and Samson in agreeing I should be able to have it all. They all argued against Cash, who handled the purse strings. When it was all done, I had all the things I needed for the loom, plus new boots and dresses, plus a corset and scarves in rich jewel tones.

  "The scarves are really a gift to you," I whispered to Jonas. "You can use them on me, and learn how to do the ropes like Cash."

  His eyes lit up and I knew I had found something special for us to share.

  My men walked proudly through town with me at their side. I was nervous someone might recognize me and judge the six of us, but most were polite.

  "I heard Madame Jewel lost a whore to you two," one of the shopkeeper's other customers commented while we were all waiting.

  Men all stiffened. Even Cash, who had been counting money out quietly at the counter, looked up.

  "Our wife isn't someone you speak about that way."

  "I think it's best you leave," Brock added.

  Faced with five angry men, the customer dipped his hat to me to beg pardon, and scurried out.

  It bothered me, and I told them as we left. "He was right. I was a whore."

  "We know what you did before marrying us. We were your biggest clients," Orion pointed out.

  I felt the bitter edge of shame and fell quiet.

  Cash was leading us down the porch, and he stopped and turned. "We're not ashamed of it, Pearl. We don't like other men treating you with disrespect."

  My men surrounded me, murmuring their agreement.

  "I'm not respectable," I said in a low voice. "Even now, I'm wife to five men. I would be reviled in any polite company."

  That upset them all, not because they thought their arrangement was wrong, but because I did.

  "Do you love us? All of us?"

  "I do."

  "Then what's the harm? Do we dictate how other marriages will be?"

  "No, but they will say it's wrong."

  "We don't care what others think," Brock said with scorn, and the men all agreed. We kept walking, and they seemed content to let the matter drop, but it gnawed at me.

  Orion left us to run another errand, and the rest of us strolled down the porch. I was in a blue dress with a matching bonnet, white gloves and a fancy parasol Jonas had insisted on buying me. I felt like a real lady, until I passed a building and a few raucous voices shouted at me.

  Shrinking back, I looked for the protection of my men, but they were already surrounding me, even as more calls for 'the whore' echoed onto the street.

  "That's it." Jonas raced inside.

  "No," I gasped. "Stop him."

  Samson started in behind him, but from the look in his eye, he wasn't planning on stopping a fight.

  "Do something," I grabbed Cash wildly and he pulled me back from the door.

  Brock waded in behind, but not to bring Samson and Jonas back. "Did you call at our brother's woman?" I could hear the Scot demanding. I didn't hear the response, but a few seconds later, a man flew through the doors and landed hard on the porch.

  Two more joined him, knocking the first into the street.

  The three brothers came out, savage and triumphant, and grabbed their opponents.

  "Apologize," Brock ordered.

  "Sorry, ma'am," the man in the street said before he scrambled away.

  "You better run," the Scot snarled, then pointed at the two remaining men in silent command.

  "Apologies," another said, and Jonas directed him to go, adding a kick when he didn't move fast enough.

  The other man spat blood, and stared at me sullenly before Samson drove his face into the porch. The belligerent man's body sagged and my giant stood, dusting off his hands. "Who's next?"

  Leaving the fallen opponent unconscious, my three fighting men started back towards the building.

  "Stop," Orion came running up, a paper in his hand. He handed it to Cash, who paled as he read it.

  "Brock, Samson," Cash called. "We leave now."

  The two bigger man grabbed their curly haired brother and marched him out.

  "What is it?" I asked. Cash's lips were pinched.

  "Our past is catching up with us." He handed the paper to Brock and Samson, and the same sober expression dropped over their faces. "Pearl, come," Orion drew me away. "We must go."

  "What's happening?" I asked. "What's wrong?"

  Cash took my other elbow; Jonas was already racing ahead to the place they left the horses. I twisted in Cash's grip, fear making me bold. He caught me and I stilled when I saw his face—worried and drawn, he looked ten years older. "Please, Pearl," he said. "Not here."

  My stomach twisted the whole ride home. They left the wagon and grain with instructions for it to be delivered by another. Saddling their horses, they rode out. I hung on behind Orion.

  The other four men rode close together at times, obviously talking. They were silent as they entered the house, and I could bear it no longer.

  "You must tell me. I need to know what's going on."

  Samson pulled me into his lap. "It's all right."

  "We need to tell her," Brock said, and fear c
lutched my heart.

  "Soon," Cash said firmly. "Wait for Jonas and Orion to finish with the horses."

  Those few minutes were the longest of my life. Cash sat, head bowed in thought, Brock built a fire in the stove and put the kettle on, then paced wildly. Samson just stayed with me on his lap, his thumb rubbing over my hand. When the rest of them tromped in, I thrust myself off of my gentle giant's lap. "Tell me."

  "Pearl… there are some things we need to protect you from…"

  "I'm your wife. There won't be secrets between us, unless all we have is a lie."

  Cash sighed and waved his permission.

  "We're wanted men," Brock blurted. He showed me the letter, a crude wanted poster with drawings of four faces.

  I stared at it, feeling cold.

  "Not Cash," Orion said. "Just Samson, Jonas, Brock and I."

  Samson drew up his chair close and, shaking, I sat. My hands smoothed the paper against the table. Even with my limited schooling, I could read the words, and as I did, the blood drained from my face. "Murder?"

  I glanced up at them, all of my men, surrounding me with sober faces.

  "It can't be. Tell me it's not true."

  "It's true. It was an accident." Cash explained.

  I relaxed. Samson shifted under me; he felt how tense I had been, how I had believed the worst.

  "We were working in the mines. All of us, except Cash."

  "I had book learning, so I was able to get another job," Cash said.

  "Besides," Brock added. "You were sick that night."

  "We hated it there," Orion told me. "The mines were horrible, and they worked us like dogs, especially Samson. And the overseer took offense at something and refused to pay us."

  The kettle started to whistle but nobody made a move to get it.

  "We were to leave. We were going to break in and take the pay that was rightfully ours. The overseer and his assistant were there, and drunk. We tied both up, but the overseer got out, he rushed us. I moved away, and he fell and hit his head on a rock. It was an accident, but it looked like we killed him.

  "We ran with our pay. Cash planned on meeting us later.

  The next day the mine collapsed, killing several workers. We were blamed for those deaths too. The assistant claimed we had weakened the supports, in order to cause a collapse and get revenge on the mine owner."