Mail Order Wife (Closed for Scarttellnuit)

[ThomasWaller]

Mail Order Wife (Closed for Scarletttnuit)

Jack Parsons stomped the mud off his boots as crashed into the foyer of the ranch house.

"The south west corner of the fence has yet to be mended. Somebody's going to pay dearly for that," he bellowed while struggling to slide off his boots in the boot jack. "When I leave an order that something is to be done... It better get fucking well done... Weston. I left you in charge so I blame you. You better have a damned good reason..." Parsons strode into the sitting room still barking at Weston.

Weston an ape of a man stood shifting his weight nervously from foot to foot. He was huge with fingers like a bunch of bananas. Yet still Jack Parsons obviously put the fear of God into him. His mouth worked to form an excuse but could only point at the shapely young woman standing confidently in centre of the room.

"Ah, she finally arrived did she? You pick her up at the train station did you?" Weston nodded rapidly in response to both these questions.

"They sent me a looker, I see. I was expecting some battle-axe of a woman who might more easily take on the chores of tending to the ranch house. Fuck. I think I would have preferred some cow of a labourer rather than a fancy tight assed filly."

He then spoke directly to the woman. " I can easily fill my bed with hookers and saloon girls. I need a wife who can wield a mop and sling hash for me and the hands. You look more like one of those Eastern Finishing School girls not a rancher's wife. What good are you going to be to me?"

The stunned girl began to form a response when Parson strode out of the room. "You better get upstairs and dressed to do some God damned work around here. Unless you expect help with you baggage. We'll see if I can make an exchange with the agency. You'll earn your keep while you are here."

 

[scarlettnuit]

Eliza had been unwillingly jostled across the country, only a fraction of it by train of course. She had had no desire to leave New York nor the society that had been there. She was the doctor of what had been considered a very respectable family. She had the look of her mother; softly curly chestnut hair, creamy skin, a full mouth, and vividly green eyes. She had been considered quite a catch…until her father died.

After his death it was learned that he had lost the family’s fortune on gambling debts. Her mother, to her own surprise, remarried almost immediately. Eliza thought that this was to secure both their futures and they had moved in with her “new father”, the wealthy Mr. Bellington within a year of her father’s death.

Bellington had been far more strict with her than her own father ever had. She was eighteen now and he was pressing for her to get married. She had, of course, refused the proposed suitors as there was always something not to her liking. Too short, to fat, too boring – no one would suit her. It was her own pickiness that had brought her to this dusty pile of nothing to begin with. She had been told that if she would not pick a suitor, one would be chosen for her, and oh was it ever.

“Sold off to some back woods heathen…” She had cursed under her breath a million times. Anything to get her out of his house it would seem. Even her mother had not come to her defense stating that this marriage would help her build character.

And so she arrived, via stagecoach, at the town, if you could call it that, of her husband. The fact that he hadn’t even come to meet her incensed her. She road in a dirty jostling buckboard back to the ranch and to her husband.

The hand helped her down and she tried to walk carefully. She had on a lilac bustled dress that accentuated her curves well. She held her parasol high as she tried to walk gingerly around mud and manure to the house.

She, of course, was unimpressed by the structure. She was used to brown bricked building and paved roads, not this rustic middle of nowhere setting. Then, as if she weren’t even there, they started discussing her like she were nothing more than a new steer.

Her mouth dropped open as he started barking orders at her without even introducing himself – bringing up hookers and…

“I will NOT be spoken to like that sir. You will keep a clean mouth in my presence!” she huffed as she grabbed her own carpet bag, leaving the heavy trunk for the ranch hand. She stomped into the house and looked around, gasping slightly.

“Where am I to sleep?” she asked, her nose in the air. “I will then change, as you so requested. Where are the servants?”

 

[ThomasWaller]

Weston, the gigantic, lumbering ranch hand tried to snatch the carpet bag from Eliza's hands. She yanked it back and shot him a look laced with defiance, rage and independence. Weston stood back, shrugged and lead her upstairs. He creaked open the door to the master bedroom and motioned to the large bed where Jack Parsons slept.

"Yer meant to sleep here of course, wi' Master Jack. Yer meant to be his wife Misses. That's all I know. 'Tain't none of my affair Misses. If you've a complaint take it up wi' him if you dare."He lumbered off down the stairs leaving Eliza alone.

All the while Jack Parsons sat at the kitchen table cleaning and oiling a bridle and some other pieces of tack he had left on the draining board. "She doesn't look like she could lift a pot let alone prepare a meal for the ranch hands then lug it over to the bunk house. Nah, she's got to go back. But, I would like to give her a tumble. Wouldn't she make a nice ornament on the end of a man's cock?" He thought.

Then, aloud he mumbled. "Don't go thinking with the head of your prick. She's gotta go back."Yep a real looker."

 

[scarlettnuit]

Most of Eliza’s bravado died off as she was shown to the bedroom and saw the very large bed inside of it. He said he would take up his time with women of…ill repute. Surely he didn’t mean that they would actually sleep together…in the same bed...

When the sour hand finally left she slammed the door behind him. She changed into a silk afternoon dress and changed her shoes. She would HAVE to find a maid to help her, dressing oneself was nearly impossible without help!

She freshened up and pinched her cheeks before heading downstairs and into the kitchen. She had caught a snippet of their conversation and her cheeks burned bright red. She took a deep breath and sat down across from him.

“I will not be used like some common…lady of the evening sir.” She hissed at him. “I have no wish to be here anymore than you wish me to be but neither of us got what we wanted out of this contract but a contract it is.” She grimaced and crossed her arms over her ample chest. The thought of being rejected and sent home in shame was even worse than being where she was.

“Now…where is the cook? I should like to look into the running of the household.”

 

[ThomasWaller]

Jack Parsons blinked twice and stared at Eliza in amazement, then he burst into raucous laughter. He laughed till his eyes welled with tears. He finally broke off and stared into the girl's eyes. "A cook is it? And a maid? and a butler no doubt? If you will turn and look behind you into that mirror over the stove you shall see the cook, bottle washer, and maid all rolled into one. Oh but that is rich. I might keep you around just for the belly laughs you provide.

But you are dead right Eliza... contract it is and contract it will remain."

In a flash with movement as quick as a snake, he snatched Eliza by the wrist and pulled her into himself such that her chest pressed into his. We shall fulfill the contract my lovely for I like nothing as much as breaking a horse... a frisky little mare. Do I make myself plain enough to you?"

Tomorrow the minister expects us in town for our marriage ceremony... the beginning of our nuptial bliss. I do look forward to our honeymoon Eliza my blushing bride. Or is that anger rather than a blush that makes you red in the face? I'm going to enjoy this. I'm going to enjoy it very much."

In a quick wrestler's move he wrapped an arm around her waist and twisted her sideways. As she stood twisted away from her Parsons delivered three rapid yet stinging slaps to her behind. Then he gave it an exploratory rubbing.

"Next time it will be over my knee and a proper spanking. Didn't I tell you this was going to be fun."

 

[scarlettnuit]

When he began to laugh at her it took every ounce of her will not to slap the dickens out of him. Her face turned red in embarrassment and as she was starting to walk away he grabbed her and flung her into his lap.

“I am not one of your bawdy house girls Mr. Parsons!” she half yelled as she struggled against his grip. Before she knew it he had twisted her around and delivered three whacks to her bottom. She didn’t feel much given the amount of material between his unwanted slap and her bottom, but it was infuriating none the less.

“That is it!” she cried out as she managed to wiggle away from him and slap him soundly across the face. “I am not a mare sir nor will I be treated as one!” she yelled and then ran back upstairs to the bedroom and started to try and move a large dresser in front of it so that Jack couldn’t get in.

How could she have possibly been sent into this hell? How could her dastardly step father put her in the mix of an agency that was surely meant to marry off maids and kitchen girls? She was far from being either of these things and she had no plans to be so – especially to the trout downstairs!

Maybe she could talk the minister into saving her from this terrible letch, she thought as she kept pushing on the heavy piece of furniture. She was far from being what he needed and it was obvious that this enterprise would be fruitless, how could it be anything less?

 

[ThomasWaller]

Parsons grinned and rubbed his cheek where Eliza had delivered her slap. "She will pay dearly for that little display," He mumbled.

He listened as she ran up the stairs and heard her dragging the wardrobe over to the block the bedroom door. He gave her time to struggle with the bulky furniture and waited till he heard her step back from the task.

Weston who stood in the corner of the room had observed the entire interchange between Parsons and Eliza. He waited to be dismissed by his master.

"Weston," Parsons chuckled. "'Go push that door open and get the wardrobe out of my way. Stay in the room. I believe it is time to teach my pretty little vixen a lesson."

Weston almost nudged the bedroom door open with his massive shoulder. Then slid the wardrobe across the room with one push. As they heard Jack's tread on the stairs Weston used his huge frame to block the door against any attempt at escape on Eliza'a part.

Parsons slapped him on the shoulder as he strolled into the room. "Old Weston ain't too bright but he's as strong as a draft horse. Aren't you Weston. He comes in handy, very hand indeed."

"I'm going to sleep in the bunk house tonight my darling bride. I don't want to ruin the excitement of or wedding night tomorrow. I will fuck you right there on that bed. I may tie you in place to allow me to indulge my every whim. You may have sweet dreams imagining our wedded bliss.

Still you must answer for that slap you delivered a few moments ago. Weston take hold of her. The gorilla wrapped his arms around Eliza. Struggle and screams were futile as Weston left her no means of evasion or escape. "Sit on the bed and hold her over your knee Weston." he demanded. He cinched up his leather working gloves and approached her proffered behind. He flipped up her skirts and petticoats. He slipped down her final covering and delivered at least a dozen had swats to her bare behind.

"You've a fine, fine ass," he commented over his shoulder as he left the room. Weston immediately released Eliza. He closed the door and left Eliza alone in the bedroom....

 

[scarlettnuit]

Just as Eliza had sat on the edge of the bed and allowed herself to relax a moment, the wardrobe came tumbling over and slid across the room. Her emerald eyes opened wide as her only attempt at any escape was blocked by the very man she was trying to keep out.

She stood u and grabbed the first thing she could reach, her parasol, and held it in ready, thinking she would have to fight the rough and tumble man in question down. She stepped away from him as far as she could when he revealed that he would be sleeping in the bunk house. It was his following words that worked her into a tizzy.

“You!! You!!!” she didn’t have the words but the Irish in her appeared as she started running towards them both, swinging her parasol to to-and-fro. Try as she might, the maple core of her parasol could not seek purchase and she soon found herself bent over Weston’s knee. She fought him like a cat, especially as she felt her skirts raised.

It was only when her alabaster rear was shining it’s light upon Jack that she screamed outright. She flayed with every blow he paid to her poor bottom, pinking her satin skin in the process. She was then promptly let go with both men leaving the room. She grabbed knick knack from one of the tables and threw it against the closing door and then screamed in frustration, a stream of not quite lady like words following his every step.

She stayed in the room, armed with her parasol as well as a few projectiles. The very moment she saw sunlight she dressed in her traveling habit and filled her carpet back her only her most treasured possessions and what little money she had. She tiptoed down the stairs and out the front door hoping no one would see her. If she had to walk every mile of the way, she was going to get back to New York and out of this back woods hell hole.

 

[ThomasWaller]

"Glad you're an early riser. That will serve you well around here. We start well before sunrise." Jack Parsons called out from the porch of the bunk house startling Eliza as she crept by the out building. She had almost made it to the large swinging gates of the Double P ranch. Jack was leaning back in a wooden, spindle backed chair; kicking back with a coffee after finishing his morning chores with the cattle.

He stood up then strode over to Eliza; a grin played across his face as he pried the carpet bag out of her hand. He took her by the elbow and lead her back toward the ranch house. "You weren't thinking of going anywhere were you my darling? Just wanted to tour the ranch before our big day I imagine. I don't see why you might need this travel bag for that." He chuckled at Eliza's frustration upon being thwarted in her escape.

"Weston will spend the day with you my bride. He will not take his eyes off you until we are properly wed this afternoon," the maddening smile grew as he lead Eliza like a straying calf.

"Weston," he called out. The mountain of a man stepped out of the front door of the ranch. "Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on her. She was half way to the gate. I'll deal with you later. Do not leave her side for an instant. Stay in her room with her, watch her eat, watch dress, watch her every move. Do you understand me."

"Well, Eliza I suppose you spent the night picturing our wedding night. I wonder if you decided to succumb to a long and rollicking fucking or do you prefer to be bound and abused repeatedly? You will be fucked royally either way. Some women prefer the latter. I'll leave that up to you. It is your wedding night after all." Parsons rubbed and squeezed her ass. "As for me, I just couldn't stop imagining that splendid chiselled ass and the treasure that peeked out from between your thighs. I'll have the minister rush through the ceremony. I can barely control my demanding cock."

He passed her arm to Weston who mumbled that he understood and guided Eliza back into the main house.

 

[scarlettnuit]

Eliza cursed under her breath as she grabbed by the lout whom she was to marry later in the day. She wondered what she had done to her step father to be forced out into such a situation. Married off was one thing, married off like this was quite another.

She was already steamed about having been caught but as he crassly described their impending wedding night, her face turned red with embarrassment and anger.

“It will be a cold day in hell before I warm YOUR bed you disgusting oaf. Once we get into town I plan to take the very first stage back, contract be damned. I don’t deserve to be with your vile self and presumably you need someone who knows how to do what you need to have done. You’d be better off to send me on my way” she huffed.

She was lead back into the house and into the room she had spent the night in. She had to get out of this. She wasn’t meant for some dirty, unclean, impolite boar of a man. Much less did she have any intention of learning how to cook. The match was completely unsuitable and she planted to tell both the minister and everyone she saw this fact.

She remained in her traveling clothes and waited for Jack and his mountainous ranch hand to fetch her for town.

 

[ThomasWaller]

A gentle knock barely audible alerted Eliza to his presence. When she opened the door Weston stood blocking the entire door way with his massive frame.

He looked down at his boots and shifted nervously from foot to foot. He twisted his hat in his gigantic paws, wringing it out like a sponge "Please, please misses. Don't get him angry. I fear for you and you are as pretty as a cactus flower. I ... I think you are beautiful. I don't.. I don't want to see him hurt you. I.. I got you this. He stuck out a wild prairie flower that he had pulled out of the meadow. It will be easier Misses. So much easier. He can be very mean."

He spun on his heals and embarrassed to the core of his soul he made towards the stairs. Then he remembered himself and spun back around.

"Mr. Parsons send Davy with the buckboard to get the minister. He says he can't trust you in town. Not until you've been trained. The minister will come here to perform the ceremony."

After Eliza slammed the door he heard her banging things about in the bedroom. He looked down to see that she had forgotten his gift of a prairie flower. It had fallen to the floor. Weston bent down and blew the dust off it. He kissed the flower and rested it on the door knob to make sure she could not miss it.

He moved his head close to the jamb of the door. "Please, Misses. Don't make master Parsons angry. Just go along with what he says, what he wants... believe me, it will be so much easier. I don't want to see you hurt. I don't want to have to hold you down while he hurts you... that will break my heart...Please misses... Please."

 

[scarlettnuit]

Eliza worried and wrung her hands as she waited. When Weston appeared with a flower she softened a bit. She hated the way all of this made her feel. She felt like a piece of meat and Jack Parson’s seem to make sure that she was reminded of it at every turn.

When the kindly Weston explained the possibilities of what COULD happen should she not submit to his employer. She nodded at his advice and then slowly walked to the door and picked up the flower. Once Weston was gone, she moved back to the bed and smelled the flower. She supposed this small and beautiful flower could survive out in the middle of this wilderness, she could certainly try.

She took a deep breath and moved towards her trunk. West on had brought it up the day before but she hadn’t intended on opening it. She had planned to pack it all in and leave. Now, she instead started pulling out her dresses to let them air. After several moments, she started to take off her travel clothes.

By the time someone came for her again, she had her wedding dress and her hair was pinned up, Weston’s gift of a flower pinned into it.

“I am ready for this…whatever it is.” She said bravely. She had on the emerald necklace and earbobs her mother had given her and walked down the stairs. She looked around for the parson and the groom to be and wondered how in the world she was going to figure out how to do all that needed doing.

 

[ThomasWaller]

"Here she is. Was ever man so fortunate in acquiring such a mail order bride. Just look at her parson a veritable picture... a bride for the ages" Jack Parson's bellowed from across the room when he saw Eliza. He was putting on quite a show for the benefit of the minister.

He fairly bounded across the room to be at her side. He leaned in as if to kiss his intended. "If you so much as raise a suspicion of your real situation, I'll dismiss the minister and strip and tie you to the bed. Every ranch hand in the place will be invited to visit and take you. Fuck you senseless. Your ordeal will last for days. Or... you can acquiesce to this union and try to make a go of our marriage... be that as it is.

He pressed his cheek against hers and smiled winningly at the priest. "Weston here will give away the bride and serve as witness and best man. Who better than my oldest and dearest friend?" He clapped Weston on the shoulder and took his place in front of the minister.

Weston offered his arm to Eliza. A tear trickled down the giants cheek. He hoped Master Jack did not notice." Courage Misses, Courage," he whispered. The ceremony consisted of just the three of them and the minister.

"The ranch is so busy at this time of year," Parsons explained to the cleric.

After the vows Parsons could not shuffle the minister out fast enough. The old man tried to offer congratulation sand some sage marital advice but found himself whisked out the door by the groom.

As soon as the screen door slammed shut, Jack addressed Weston. Make sure no-one interrupts us until the morning. Handle any crisis that may arise. You.." he addressed Eliza, "up to the bedroom. I will have my nuptial rights. Hurry... you annoy me at your peril."

 

[scarlettnuit]

While she had never thought her new life would be a picnic, she had never imagined that she would be placed with someone so seemingly cruel. Her muscles were tense throughout the ceremony and she would have thought the minister would have wondered at a bride that was so stiff and solemn. He noticed nothing but the money he was given for coming out to the homestead and left as soon as he could do so.

Weston’s behavior only served to add a new level of fear to her. She half thought she might be murdered after the wedding, though she supposed he wouldn’t have spent the money to have her there to just kill her off, though, she supposed woman killing could be something akin to hunting.

When he told her to hurry upstairs she did so, afraid he would do something horrible to her if she did not. Once upstairs she closed her eyes to hold back her tears and then stood facing the wall.

“I will need some help. Weston had to button me up…” she told him as she gestured towards the long line of buttons that went up her back.

She supposed he would rip the thing off, if he even bothered to do anything other than throw her skirts over her head. She walked over to one of the bed posts and held on to it, prepping herself for whatever onslaught was to come.

 

[ThomasWaller]

Jack Parsons stomped up the stairs: a dominating lust boiling in his loins. He would give her the fucking of a lifetime: he intended to reduce his new wife to a simpering mess. He would show her tonight that he was in charge, right or wrong perhaps but always in charge

When he saw her clinging to the bedpost, requesting his assistance with the row of tiny pearl shaped buttons lining the curvature of her back he was struck by the slope of her gorgeous ass. And, instead of shredding her gown as was his intent he placed his palms on her shoulders then moved them sensually up and down her back revelling in the shape and wonder of it.

His spreading fingers turned and smoothed the back of her dress. Riding down the contours of her ass. He heard a moan escape from his lips. He had not expected her to be this striking, to evoke this longing in his balls. He had been so bent on possession and dominance that he had never truly seen her until this moment.

His cock throbbed with a desire that was strange to him; strange to a man who saw women as things you abuse and use until you get your cock off. With trembling hands Parsons undid each tiny button his eyes widening at the wonder of her bare flesh and bands of silken under garments. He slowly revealed her back and the panty covered ass. The panties... taught and form fitting did nothing to disguise the statuesque ass. "Yes.. oh yes." was his only response.

He reached up and hooked his thumbs into the shoulders of her wedding gown and lowered the dress slowly to the floor. His cock, swollen, throbbing urged him to step forward and press its length against that ravishing ass.

With his trousers still on he began to pump his hips and grind his prick against the crack of her ass. His hands slid round to the front of her body and worked their way under her bra. He rolled each nipple exploring their shape and responsiveness.

"Mmmm" he moaned into the nape of her neck and began to kiss her there and softly lick the delicate skin. Jack experienced wants and desires that were alien to him. He wanted her to love him back. He wanted her to... to...to want him too.

He kept his left hand on her breast as his right slid down her stomach. He found his way under her waistband and down to her pouting cunt lips. He pressed the outer lips together and rubbed them to and fro. Using the friction and the moistness of her own lips to roll her clit seductively. He continued massaging her cunt as he pumped his cock against her ass.

"You are beautiful... simply beautiful" he breathed and whispered into her ear. He felt conquered by her beauty as if she were Aphrodite, perhaps she is he thought. How different from his plans... How different from his intentions.