My Wagon Train Adventure (closed)

[LizVegas79]

My name is Maria Elizabeth della Nueva and I am 19 years old.

Both my parents were killed in the Mexican-American war and I was raised in Chattanooga, Tennessee in a Catholic boarding school.
I ran away when I was 15 after I was cornered in my room by three of the priests there and forced to do things
I do not wish to talk about.

It is April 1893 and two weeks ago I joined a wagon train heading for the magical paradises of California.


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I work as a maid servant for the wagon train's headmaster Doctor Stephen Almondson. He is a great man. A very kind and generous man.
A very, very handsome man, too. But the duties of his offices require him to be away from his family a great deal of the times
so neither they, nor I, rarely ever see him.

I love his family. Well, most of them. His wife is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen in my entire life.
And his three sons are all so handsome I blush every time they look or speak onto me.

His brother is a very ugly man. He drinks too much too.

His daughter, Christina, I am not so fond of either.

But she is my charge. Dr. Almondson said I must look after and protect her on our journey.

She is 18, almost as old as me, though she acts as if she is barely 5. She is what I suppose many boys would call cute.

Even, maybe, very cute. I can tell that many of the young boys and young men on our wagon train are very attracted to her.
They stop by all the time to visit on her and give her freshly picked wildflowers and berries
and other what-nots they find along our trail.

I wish we could be better friends.

But she is so spoiled I want to scream at her but I cannot for it is not my place.
I tend to her needs along our journey and she spits and yells at me I guess because I am what some White people call a half-breed.
I am not ashamed though. I am proud.
I just ... I just can't be proud until we get to the magical paradises of California and I am free.

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(this thread is closed except by invitation from Southern_Slut or LizVegas79)

 

[southern_slut]

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It's an early morning on the wagon train. Papa tells us we are a few weeks from the mountains, the tallest in the whole world. I've never seen mountains yet I can't wait. Despite everything so far the trip has been so exciting. A fresh new world to explore before anyone else. Who couldn't love that? Wait. Maria can't. You see, Maria has eyes. Pretty eyes of course and those pretty eyes keep following Papa. How rude must she be to think she can lust after my Papa like some harlot. Mama doesn't know, or if she does she keeps it to herself. I won't be the easy on her. It was maybe two years ago she was hired in to work for us in Tennessee. She was like a stray animal and we took her in and made her as proper as can be. Despite the mixed blood she's really nice and sweet. That makes me even more mad because if she was foul I could get rid of her and feel fine about it. My brothers love her to bits and she's become the other sister in the family. Not if I have anything to say about it, of course.

"Oh Maria. Wake up. Mama wants us to help make breakfast before Papa and the boys get up."

This is true and not true. By getting Maria to do all the dirty work before Mama gets there I look like the courteous and polite daughter. Maybe she will come in handy after all...

 

[LizVegas79]

"Yes, Miss Christina. Of course. I'm so sorry for sleeping in late.

What would you like for us to cook this morning? I'm sure your father and your brothers are very tired from scouting the trail up ahead last night.
Shall I awaken your mother too Miss?"

 

[southern_slut]

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"Oh no. She'll be up soon enough. I believe we still have a few things on the fire to keep warm..."

Over the next few minutes and number of oats and pans are placed near the pit for the fire.

"Maria, we'all need to feed the fire. Why didn't you mention earlier how there's no wood left? Go fetch some."

Little does she know there's enough wood behind the wheel of the wagon to get started while she's off looking like a fool.

 

[LizVegas79]

"Yes, Miss. Right away, Miss! How foolish of me Miss!"

Maria scurries away from the wagon and down a hill towards the river where the wagon train stopped to rest the horses for the night. The river is low and what little wood there is along the banks.

Maria looks around and finding herself relatively alone, she hikes up her dress and cinches it high up on her right hip to keep it from getting wet in the mud.

It not long before her long bronze bare leg attracts the attention of one of the cattlehands and he moseys (sp?? ) down to the riverbank where Maria is too busy bending over every ten feet or so to pick up a random piece of wood to notice his approach.

When she turns around she sees that he has removed his penis from his pants and is playing with it as he stands there grinning at her.

"Hey, darlin'. Want some breakfast?" he asks like it's not really a question.

 

[southern_slut]

As Maria is off like a fool I wake up Mama and show her the cooking breakfast on a good fire. She blinks herself awake and gently thanks me for being such a kind daughter.

"Where is Maria? Didn't she help?"

"I asked her to fetch more firewood to keep it going yet she hasn't come back for some time. I'm sure she's fine. Want me to go and find her?"

"Please do."

With that I slowly walk from the caravan not to wake anyone else and begin the walk towards the river bank. As I come around I can see Maria disgracing herself in the mud as one of the hands begin to leer at her naked legs. Tragically I come to realize I know the man, the stench of his drink can be found leagues away.

"Uncle Joshua. Breakfast is almost ready and Papa would be so displeased if you were still in your same clothes. Go ahead and give them to Maria. She'll wash them for you later."

 

[LizVegas79]

The pig Joshua freezes, then glances over his shoulder and waves back at Christina.

"Okay! Good idea!"

I raise my arm to let Christina know I'm half stuck in the mud but then instantly change my mind as I see the leering grin on Joshua's face as he turns back to me.

"You heard the little lady. Help me get these clothes off then get down on your knees and wash 'em you pretty Mexi scrub wench!"

Dutifully I do as I'm told and sure enough when he's naked he grabs me and pulls me close.

"Touch it. Touch it with your fine, pretty little fingers. It won't bite. It's gonna explode sure as shit, but it ain't going to bite."

Twenty minutes later I return to the wagon humiliated. My once clean, pretty white cotton dress is almost entirely covered in mud from being pushed down in it and I don't even know about the ropes of sticky white adoration that are in my silky jet black hair.

"Here are your clothes Mister Joshua," I say with a bow, averting eye contact with Christina's pig of an uncle who's sitting there with a towel wrapped around his waist and grinning like a half-toothless idiot as he shovels warm oatmeal with honey and berries and hamstock into his mouth with the rest of his family.

 

[southern_slut]

The sight of Maria's only dress and the sticky mess in her hair... I actually feel quite horrible. I know Uncle Joshua lists for her yet I never expected such brutality. As she comes over I set a bowl aside and continue speaking with Mama.

"So its true? Papa and the boys found another farm yesterday? I hope so. It'll be nice to trade for something. Even if it is just to change things."

"Yes Christ... By Gods breath, Maria what happened to you?"

Mama springs up to take in the disheveled thing. Even though we were already talking. How dare she? I'm her actual daughter. Not the wench.

 

[LizVegas79]

"It's .... it's okay," I say defiantly fighting to hold back the tears.

I look up and stare at the elegant, beautiful woman with bluest eyes I've ever seen as I grit my teeth in determination to not even look in Joshua's direction. I can feel his ugly grinning countenance picturing me naked but I ignore the urge to thrust my boot knife into his throat.

"I ... I fell in the mud, Mistress. By the river collecting wood for the fire."

I sweep my hand over my head to tame a wild, errant wisp of hair only to discover my real embarrassment.

Slowly I bring my hand in front of me and stare at the white gooey mess dripping between my fingers.

My whole body begins to shake as I begin to quietly sob. "May I ... may I go clean ... myself up ... please Mistress?"

 

[southern_slut]

As Maria takes off Mama comes over and insists I take her a clean dress and make sure she's alright. I do my best to hide my indignation and gather an old dress of Mamas from years back. I wander down to the river to see Maria hastily undressing and fighting back tears.

"You know. I see how you look at my Papa."

She turns to me startled at first, then utterly livid.

"Careful. I brought you some clean clothes. Your old clothes seem a bit... unkept. If you want my Papa so badly why does uncle Joshua not come close enough? He obviously fancies you."

 

[LizVegas79]

After wiping away the last of her tears with the back of her wrist, Maria replies, "Your Uncle Joshua just fancied himself all over me. Doctor Almon - your father is too much of a gentleman to ever do such a thing to a woman. And besides, just because I respect your father doesn't mean I want to ... you know, do it with him! Someday Christina, I hope to be a lady just like your mother is."

"So, is that dress for me, or what? Your mother made you bring it to me, didn't she?"

Maria watches Christina nod reluctantly.

"Well, thank you."

Christina turns and starts to walk away.

"Christina! I understand if you don't want to be friends with a simple maid servant. But know this, I am here to help and protect you. But please, do yourself a favor and steer clear from your Uncle Joshua and the men like him on this wagon train. You are, well you are very beautiful, just like your mother and they ... they are not honorable men, Christina."

 

[southern_slut]

"Oh please. They absolutely adore me. You... well everyone has their place Maria."

Walking away I see several of those very men watching her from behind trees and giggling to themselves. Recalling the time together, uncle a Joshua sits in the middle. Discussing how her lips felt around him and how she just rolled over and let him have her. May God forgive me for such cruelty.

 

[LizVegas79]

Maria sees those men too and changes out of her dirty dress and into the clean one quickly, deciding that it's better to hurry and give the untrustworthy men something to look at rather than linger and risk being caught alone with them.

"Christina! Wait up! Please! Those men, they scare me. I'll just be another second, I promise!"

 

[LizVegas79]

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[southern_slut]

As Maria calls out the men turn to notice me. Shrugging bashfully and giving them a wave.

"Thank you for being such gentlemen and waiting for Maria to finish. We'll be gone soon."

 

[LizVegas79]

Maria scurries up the riverbank to where Christina impatiently waits.

"Thank you so much!" she gasps as she glances over her shoulder at the leering men.

"You look really pretty today, by the way. You have such pretty hair," Maria whispers as she absently reaches out and touches Christina's golden curls with her fingers. "I don't know why you wear it up in a tight bun so often. It looks so pretty when it falls over your shoulders like this."

 

[LizVegas79]

Christina scoffs. "I know," she says as she turns back towards her wagon.

Maria notices a well-dressed man she's never seen before ride up on a big white horse. He stops. "Hello, ma'am. Would you by chance know where Doctor Almondson is?"

Maria blushes from the respect he instantly shows her. It's the first time she can remember ever being called 'ma'am' in her life and she likes it.

"Umm, he's right over there up two wagons talking to those men. He's the man in the tall black hat, sir."

 

[LizVegas79]

(No one wants to have a time travel fantasy with me? Boooo! )

 

[AmberStar]

Christina glared at Maria as she addressed the handsome stranger. “Maria, mind your place! We do not know this man and you pointing out our good doctor is not wise.” Christina eyed the stranger, not on the grounds that she didn’t know the man, but was taking in his striking features. ‘Hmm, I wonder...’ Her thoughts snapped back to Maria. “I believe we … You have chores to do.” Christina shot a glare at her only to return her gaze toward the man as he rode off toward the good doctor.

“Maria, I think I will need a bath tonight. So you will need to fetch the water and have it getting warm by the time supper is over with.” Christina smirked as she continued to watch the man ride off. A plan of enjoyment swept through her body as images came to pass. “Yes, I do believe a bath is in the plans.” She hissed under her breath.

Christina looked over her shoulder, “Well come on, we do not have all evening!” She goaded Maria as she headed back toward her wagon. A sheer devilish smile upon her face, which soon faded upon seeing the huge black clouds forming just over the rocky horizon, and hearing the wagon master, her father riding by warning all that a bad storm was approaching and they must hurry and seek shelter in the cannons.

Christina looked back at Maria, “We have to secure everything in the wagon.” Christina moved to the back of the wagon and stopped before climbing inside. Her gaze fell over the other wagons as she looked for the stranger that they’d just met, but the man was no where to be seen. ‘He must have rode ahead with father.’ She muttered to herself as she hoisted herself up and into the wagon, her hand extended out to Maria, “Come on hurry.” her tone lightly filled with worry.

 

[LizVegas79]

Maria gathered her long mud soaked dress in her hands and tied it in a knot at her waist to free her legs to move about the campsite more efficiently.

"With the storm approaching, Miss, I'm afraid drawing you a bath will be impossible. I wouldn't want to see you get electrocuted for goodness sake! I will gather your things and load them into the wagon as fast as I can though. I'm sure your father will be back soon with good news of a wonderful shelter for us in the canyons."

A long strand of black hair fell across Maria's flushed face and she hurried around the campsite gathering up Christina's carelessness. Her modest breasts heaved under the strain against the binds of her corset and when she thought no one was looking, she loosen them to allow herself to take deeper breaths.

 

[goldsoundz]

The Man on the White Horse

"It has to get better. It can't get worse."

Jack Anderson struggled to maintain his famously stoic composure as he made his way to the doctor's tent. As he did so, the whirlwind year swirled through his mind as it did so often these days. The son of a farmhand, Jack nevertheless used his strong frame and sharp mind to reach for more from the very beginning. The work ethic and longing for justice given to him by his father drove Jack to an education, then to the law, and by age 30 he was already a respected young sheriff in his native Ohio. Offered the job of County Sheriff in the recently formed Sacramento County out in California, he and his wife jumped at the chance to start a new adventure out west in the land of promise. They had packed up their young daughter and all their possessions to join the long procession of travelers taking the trail that year.

And then, just as they prepared to depart Independence, the wagon accident changed everything. Jack could still hear his wife's departing whisper as he knelt over her broken body: "Take care of our little girl, Jack. And find love again..." So giving, so generous was she that she thought of Jack's happiness even in her dying breaths. But now, with a broken heart to mend, a little girl to raise, and no idea how to do either, he was mired in the thick mud of the trail brought by the unseasonably heavy rains. And now his little girl's fever.

But fate smiled on him with news of a doctor leading a caravan nearby. And so Jack mustered his dignity and authority once again and mounted his trusty white horse, leaving his sick child with the kind grandmother who had been helping him along the way. When the pretty blond and the striking young Spanish girl knew the way to the doctor's tent, Jack felt finally that luck was turning his way. And as he glanced quickly back at the dark beauty on his way to the doctor, he felt...something. Something he would have thought impossible only days before.

The kind doctor was further reassurance of hope. "It doesn't sound serious" he had said after being told of Jack's whole, tragic tale. "I'll send some medicine with you and check on her when I can. In the meantime, please find my wife and speak with her. I have a hired girl who may be able to help care for the child." And then, as if a thought occurred to him (and perhaps a little too desperately), "Or my daughter, perhaps. I have a lovely young daughter who seems to have taken quite well to domestic affairs lately. Maybe she can help you. Speak to my wife, and she can decide."

 

[LizVegas79]

Maria was summoned to the lead tent and introduced to the man named Jack Anderson. The sadness in his eyes intrigued her. She also liked the curious way he looked at her.

No man had ever looked at her as anything more than a servant girl. But this man was different. He was from a funny sounding place called Ohio. Did they respect all servant girls in Ohio?

It was the first time a man had ever taken his hat off when he greeted her so if nothing else, that was something. Maria couldn't help but blush and curtsy when he kissed the top of her hand like she was some kind of fancy lady.

"Help Mr. Anderson and his daughter with anything they need Maria," Dr Almondson ordered. "You too Christina. I want you to stop being such a damn princess on this journey and start learning to pull your own weight! I swear if I see you scattering all your belongings around camp and shouting at Maria to pick them up one more time I'm going to tan that pretty little hid of yours until you apologize to her and start helping her around camp!"

 

[goldsoundz]

This was the hired girl? This couldn't be coincidence, it had to be providence. The beautiful young Spanish girl he had happened upon, who had stirred his desire in a way he didn't think possible -- she was the good doctor's hired girl? Part from courtesy and part from enchantment, he took the girl's palm softly in his strong hands, bent slightly to meet her height, brought the girl's hand softly to his lips and greeted her warmly. He was just at the very edge of propriety for the lady he presumed her to be. She was so exotic in her appearance, so unlike the farmlands of the Ohio Valley, he couldn't stop staring at her.

He checked himself quickly. This was a courtesy from the doctor's wife, not a matchmaking. He was being foolishly presumptuous. And there was the pretty doctor's daughter. He met her gaze. She looked fair and demure and...furious. There was something going on here he didn't understand; best to stay clear of it.

"It's nice to meet you both. Umm, Katrina was it? And Miss Maria. Clearly you don't hail from English stock. How do you come to find yourself on the trail?"

 

[LizVegas79]

"Both of my parents were kill-did in the war and -"

"It's not 'kill-did' you stupid Mexican bitch!" Christina interrupted. "It's 'killed' - there's only one 'd'," she admonished as she rolled her eyes at the handsome newcomer.

Her father's retribution came swift and hard. His backhand landed across Christina's smug, flawless face with as much embarrassment as anger.

"Christina, I swear, if I ever hear you speak to Maria, or anyone, like that again I will leave you out on this trail for coyote food. Your mother and I did not raise you to be a nasty, nasty - I am sorry Mr. Anderson. And Maria. I don't know where she gets this mean streak that seems to run right up her spine and spill out of her mouth every time she opens it."

Christina began sobbing into her hands. Maria put her hand on Christina's shoulder to console her. "It's-It's not her fault Doctor Almondson. She is right. My English is not so good as hers and I have asked her to correct me when I make stupid words. It is me you should strike, sir, not her."

"You see there, Christina? That is a lady. A true lady who hasn't had one tenth your education," Dr. Almondson sighed.

Christina ran out of the tent sobbing even harder in embarrassment.

"I should go to her," Maria said as she stepped towards the tent flap.

"Don't you dare," Almondson replied. "Mr Anderson asked you a fair question. I think you need to forget about my daughter for two seconds and answer him."

Maria bowed her head in obedience. "I was raised in a convent. In Chaaa-taa-noooga," she smiled at the two men after getting the difficult word out. "I am free woman, but I take job with Doctor Almondson. I am working my way to the paradises of California for him and his families," she smiled demurely.

 

[goldsoundz]

Another man might have been shocked or embarrassed by the drama that had just unfolded before him. But Jack was a sure and strong lawman who had seen it all before, even at his relatively young age. He addressed Dr. Almondson. "Sir, please apologize to your lovely daughter that I misspoke of her name, that was rude of me. The trail is a stressful place, as Miss Maria here has so gracefully expressed." I hope to see lovely Christina again soon so I may apologize to her in person.

Jack turned to Maria, and for the first time noticed her blouse was undone at the top. His eyes fixed for much too long on her beautiful young chest, the soft dark skin of her breasts seductively visible and pressed against her corset, and exaggerating the ample cleft between. His mouth went dry. His lustful manhood stirred within him after these months of dormancy.

"I...I see, so you are Mexican! How exciting it must be for you to return to your homeland after all this time. Do you have family waiting for you, or are you all alone?" Jack realized he had asked this last question a little too eagerly. He was trying to focus against the thought of wetting his mouth on her soft, dark, beautiful skin -- all of her skin.