by Jax Lusty
Innocent Immigrant
Ménage Marriage
Colonial New Zealand Romance
Book 2
By Jax Lusty
© May 2015, Jax Lusty
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EXCERPT
WARNING
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
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EXCERPT
“Ari?”
Griff broke into my daydream.
He glanced around the yard, making sure we were alone. “This looks painful,” he said, giving my cock a squeeze, his hot breath warming my cheek. “Tell me, what got you into this state?”
His voice, when he lowered it that way, rumbled with desire. I couldn’t help but lean into him. “I was thinking of birching Katie as she rode your cock. Imagine it, Griff, every switch across her tender buttocks making her tighten on you, her cunny gripping your prick like a man’s strong fist, her cries finding their way deep into your balls.”
Griff’s hand returned to my cock. “Mike’s seeing to my horse. Is Katie with Maraea?”
I nodded, my breath hitching in the hope that Griff was thinking the same thing as I.
“Into the barn, now.”
I was so hard it was almost too painful to walk. I entered the barn via the stables, where Mike was rubbing down Apollo, Griff’s horse. “Good work, Mike,” I said, doing my best to keep my voice steady. “We won’t need a saddle horse again today. Can you take Apollo to the river paddock, and then go to the flats and help with the fencing?”
“Sure, boss.”
I waited as he led the horse away, knowing Griff and I would be alone for some time.
Griff whistled to me as I passed one of the stalls, and I found him inside, leaning against a wall. When I joined him, he pointed to the wrought iron hay rack. “Why don’t you bend over and take a good hold of that rack, and I’ll see what I can do about that hard cock of yours?”
I reached for my belt.
“Leave it. I’m taking care of you.”
I bent and gripped the top rail, the hay that sat in the rack tickling my knuckles.
Griff ran a hand over my buttocks as if he was checking the power of a horse’s rump. He flicked open my belt buckle and had my trousers and drawers heaped at my ankles in one quick move. My cock bobbed in the air already searching for a place to bury itself.
“That’s very nice. Let’s get you into a better position.” He tapped my shins with his boot so that I had to bend lower and move backwards. “Spread your legs as far as you can.”
My legs couldn’t open very wide, captured as they were by my trousers. I lifted a foot to free myself, but Griff stopped me.
“That’ll do. I like seeing you this way, hobbled like a mare about to be serviced by a stallion.” He leaned across my back and put his head close to mine. “Whether she wants it or not,” he whispered, then took my earlobe between his teeth and gave it a stinging bite.
WARNING
This story is set in Colonial New Zealand and uses British spelling for some common words.
In accordance with the rules of Māori language, the plural suffix -s has not been added when a Māori word is used in a plural context.
CHAPTER 1
Book 2 Innocent Immigrant, Ménage Marriage
If you haven’t read the first book of the series you can get it here.
KATIE
I was surprised that I managed any sleep after witnessing such a shocking scene. During religious studies at the Girls’ Home, I had learned that the sexual act was designed for procreation and that anything outside of that was a sin. Men with men—sodomy—was an act of the devil. Yet it struck me that I too was a sinner when I had continued to watch the men instead of turning from the door and allowing them their privacy.
I had been asleep, startled awake by what I thought was a groan. My heart had pounded in my chest, fearful of another wild creature outside my window that might not be as innocent as the owl with the strange cry. The second time I heard the sound it appeared as though someone was in pain. I’d helped at the Girls’ Home infirmary in my last year there, so I thought it best to see if one of the men were indeed ill and needed my assistance.
The noise came from Griff’s bedroom, and when I pushed open the closed but unlatched door, the sight before me stopped me in my tracks.
I knew a little about anatomy, but I had never seen a man’s member before and had no idea it stood straight up the way Griff’s did. How they went to the toilet with it pointing in that direction confounded me, and I wondered if it easily pushed downward, too.
Once I was able to take my eyes off Griff’s nakedness I caught the full view of Ari, crouched on the bed like a frog. To my astonishment, Griff was pushing his fingers in and out of Ari’s bottom. This act caused the groaning I heard, and I thought then that maybe Ari had a problem with his bowels which Griff was attending to.
About to leave them, I heard my name mentioned in the same breath as Griff announcing his intent to fuck Ari, and how they would do it to me, too! Now I had to watch. Was this what would happen on my wedding night?
The light was dim, just a single lamp on the bureau by the bed, and from where I stood I couldn’t see that well. Even so, Griff’s member looked swollen, deep red, and angry.
Ari made a terrible noise, a sort of low groan, as Griff pushed his thing into his bottom. The most awful thing was that a deep thickness grew in the area between my legs where Griff had slapped and stroked and brought me such extraordinary pleasure after my spanking. Why on earth did this depraved act going on before me cause such excitement?
I remained transfixed, unable to make my legs work to take me back to my bedroom. One thing was for sure: I wasn’t staying in a house with, or marrying, men who behaved in such a perverted manner.
Of course, at the completion of the act, when they had discovered me watching, I had agreed to sleep the night in their bed when I should have called for the constabulary or the Pastor. All night I’d had to put up with the throb between my legs that returned every time I relived the images of the men’s union.
Thankfully, when I awoke in the morning both men had left the bed, and I was able to scurry back to my room to take a moment to consider my circumstances. Each time I th
ought I had by fortune landed in a better than expected position, something happened to show me all in my life was not as it appeared. Certainly, living in a foreign country with no friend or mentor, I was struggling to make life decisions that would serve me well.
I hoped to wait in my room until the men went off for their day’s work, but Griff was soon knocking at my door, insisting I take breakfast with them.
I dressed and met them in the kitchen. Someone had prepared porridge, and I was thankful for somewhere to keep my gaze as I spooned it into my mouth.
“Did you sleep well, Katie?” Ari asked.
My God, what did he expect? After such a shocking night, I could scarcely sleep at all, but the last thing I wanted was to discuss the previous night’s scene, so I nodded, keeping my focus firmly on my spoon.
“Look at Ari when he speaks to you, please, Katie, and answer with words.”
My face heated, and I shot a glance at the two men. My embarrassment had made me forget my manners and being reminded of them by Griff just made things worse. When I looked at Ari, his face was kind.
“My apologies; yes, thank you, I slept fine.”
“I doubt that’s true, but never mind,” Griff continued. “I’m going to see Pastor Mackay this morning, to register my intention to marry—”
“But I haven’t agreed.”
“Let me finish. If my intention to marry is registered, you can remain under our protection at this house. You will then be safe from the ideas and intentions of the other men in Kotuku, until the time you are either married or released.”
“So I will be kept a prisoner in a house of debauchery?”
Griff’s response, a simple arched eyebrow, told me I’d been too outspoken. A small burst of fear erupted in my chest, making it impossible for me to draw a full breath.
“It is polite to appear grateful when somebody is extending their kindness and hospitality, Katie. Your manners appear to have completely deserted you. Perhaps a few minutes with a birch might help you regain them.”
I cast my eyes back to the porridge setting thick and cold in my bowl. Although it should have, the idea of the birch didn’t entirely horrify me, but my emotions warred. It would be easy for poor manners and conduct to become unappealing, and despite my inability to come to a decision about my future, I would not gain anything by being dismissed from the house.
“Again, I’m sorry. Last night’s events were a shock to me. I don’t know how I feel about remaining in this house, but I can assure you a birching will not help me think well of you.”
Griff pushed to his feet and needed no more than his tall, muscular body to portray his position of power and control over my future. He bent forward and placed his hands on the table, bracing his arms either side of my breakfast bowl. This close I could smell him, and oddly his scent, which was becoming more familiar to me, helped give me strength when I would normally have cowered.
He spoke with a low, considered voice. “Weighing up the benefit of a birching versus your resulting opinion of me is my concern.”
His eyes were dark, mesmerising pools, and I ducked my head to stop myself being sucked into their might. His bent position shortened his shirtsleeves, baring his wrists and a little of his muscular forearms. I kept my focus on the smattering of dark hair that covered them, and the occasional freckle.
“Eyes on me, Katie.”
I glanced up, my mouth parted to enable the fast, shallow breaths I took. Having him this close, his gaze intent and fierce on my face, made me want to squeeze my thighs together to enjoy some relief from the sizzle of my nerves.
“Punishment is used to set the boundaries, which I expect all who live in this house to respect. If I didn’t care for you, Katie, I wouldn’t allow your rudeness to run unchecked. I’d also be putting you on the next steamer for Auckland. However, for the moment, I’m willing to overlook your behaviour because you are still learning our ways, but please understand, this is the final warning. Next time, you’ll be tied to the hitching rail at the barn and birched in full view of anyone who passes by. We employ men at the stables who I’m sure will enjoy the sight.”
The idea was monstrous, and I looked to Ari for support.
“No use turning to Ari to rescue you; he’ll be the one administering the birch. I believe I told you last night, he’s very handy with a bunch of manuka. He’s capable of binding a suitable implement in minutes, although he does prefer to prepare one in advance and soak it in a brine.”
I felt powerless as I switched my gaze between the two men. Within seconds, I had been robbed of my state of arousal so that I was filled with dismay. The unfairness of my situation welled inside me, pushing tears to the forefront of my eyes. I blinked, and they ran in two rivulets over my cheeks. “You are a bully...both of you are bullies.” I waited for Griff to effect his threat of a birching, when instead he grinned.
He took hold of my chin, keeping my tear-streaked face turned towards his. “Dear, sweet Katie. Look at you, all angry and hurt.”
“Don’t patronise me.” I struggled to pull out of his grip, but he easily followed the movement of my head with his hand until he locked his arm in a manner that prevented any movement at all.
“I’m not here to be a source of amusement,” I insisted.
“I’m not laughing at you; my smile is because your feisty spirit mixed with an appealing dose of timidity is so appealing. I love that you stand up for yourself when you feel overwhelmed.”
He released my chin and came around the table, pulling out a chair alongside me. He took my shoulders and gently turned me on the stool where I sat so that I faced him. Then he sat in the chair, shuffling it close until his legs bracketed mine. As he leaned forward, he snaked his legs around the stool, and it felt as though he’d hooked his feet together behind me.
I was imprisoned in a manner that startled me because again I’d become aroused. A growing part of me wished he’d envelop me with his arms in a similar manner to the way I felt trapped by his legs. At that moment, I wanted all of the responsibility for my future taken away from me because making a decision had suddenly become too hard.
“Relax here.” He tapped the top of my thighs, which I’d clenched together, not to relieve that intermittent ache between them, but to prevent them resting against his. To do so would be giving in, letting him win, and even worse, I knew I would enjoy the feeling.
“Here, Katie.” He slipped one hand between my thighs, just above my knees, spreading his fingers to push my legs apart. As I allowed my muscles to relax, my legs did indeed fall against his, bringing that beautiful smile to his face. I noticed for the first time a small dimple in his left cheek, and the way his smile reached his eyes, lightening their colour.
“Why don’t we stay with the eyes a moment, Katie? Keep looking at me, and let your mind be easy.”
I did as he asked and felt myself relax, my breathing steady. I wanted to stay looking at him this way, studying his face properly for the first time. His eyebrows arched in gentle curves, framing the deep blue pools of irises many women would envy. Like this, his eyes were kind, his mouth quirking a little at the corners, showing his pleasure in me. His jaw was strong, without the puffiness of many men equal to his position I’d seen on the ship. They had taken too much rich food and liquor, and not performed enough physical labour, so that their cheeks hung slack, draping over the bony structure of their faces.
Indeed, Griff Tucker was a handsome man.
“Shall we start today again?” he asked gently.
“Yes...yes, I’d like that.” I glanced towards Ari, to gauge his reaction.
“Uh-uh, stay looking at me.”
I slipped my gaze back to his eyes.
“Now, I’m going into the Mission as I explained before. You can spend the morning with Ari and the horses. If you have any questions about last night, you can ask them now, or talk to Ari through the morning. I know what you saw was a shock to you, but if you agree to become my wife, you will become acc
ustomed to these acts, and dare I say, take much pleasure from them. That is Ari’s and my duty to you. Do you understand?”
For some reason, it all now made sense and wasn’t as frightening as it had seemed before. “Yes, I understand,” I told him.
“Good. Don’t forget now, if you misbehave, Ari has the birch.”
I blushed at the idea, and again came the thought that even the birch didn’t seem so much of a threat.
He stood, and I immediately missed the heat and comfort of his thighs. As he passed me to gather his jacket, he pressed his lips to the top of my head, creating a warm spot that I found I could recall as a physical memory most of that morning.
~o0o~
I spent the morning with Ari on the farm. On the way to the paddocks, he pointed out his favourite manuka bush, asking me if I could see any obvious places he’d removed the thin branches to make a birch. When I looked aghast, he laughed and told me he was teasing.
We went to a paddock where three mares and their foals grazed. I waited outside the gate, but Ari entered the field, walking around the mares, scratching and petting them before applying his touch to the skittish foals. Remarkably, each settled to his hand as he scratched the place where their tails met their rumps, making their heads rise and their lips curl in pleasure.
As the morning passed, watching him with the livestock, his careful touch shifting or soothing the animals, made me yearn for his hand myself. What would it be like to have such knowledgeable hands on my body, calming me or bringing me to delight?
It was indeed astounding the way my body had already been brought to life in such a short space of time.
CHAPTER 2
GRIFF
Elder Kant, Pastor Mackay’s right-hand man, was at the doorway of the main community building when I arrived at the Mission of Perpetual Divinity.
“Good day to you, Mr. Tucker,” he said.
It was a greeting that lacked any sincerity.
“A very good morning to you too, Elder Kant,” I replied.
