Authors Note

Trying to bring 3 story arcs to end in one Epilogue proved too daunting a task for this author so in this publication I present the end of the initial story arc of Jim & Ann Hunter who first met in Chapter 2 of Motel Rooms. In the next publication I will present the conclusion of the two secondary story arcs; that of the gritty detective Jake Dryden and the gorgeously lusty heiress Chloe Van-Marin, who were first introduced in Chapter 30 (TRAMP STAMP) and how they play out their interrogation scenario and what course their lives might eventually take.

Finally the 3rd and final publication will feature the Epilogue to the tertiary story arc of Chloe Van-Marin’s book LYMAN RESCUES A WAGON LOAD OF LUSTY TROUBLE that Chloe started reading to Detective Dryden in Chapter 32 (TRAMP STAMP Chapter 3).

I hope you enjoy!

Epilogue

Mendocino Coast-Location: the Cathedral Tree-present day

Two months earlier, Ann had reached her ultimate professional goal: her CPA license. Besides being the love of my life and my best friend, she was far and away better than my most optimistic fantasy lover before I ever met her; especially when I think back to that crazy late night in that sleazy motel in Sacramento almost 8 years ago where I first became aware that she enjoyed taking enemas. I never dreamed I would marry a woman that had the physical features of a nice big firm sensual ass, a large protruding clitoris, and large nipples atop champagne glass breasts. She was also a voraciously sexual woman that was more anally centered than I was; a woman who could alternate from being very submissive and often enjoyed taking my cock up her ass after being thoroughly enemaed to being strong enough to dominate me with a strap-on dildo after she had administered an erotic enema to me. Still what kept our sexual energy at a peak is that we enjoyed all kinds of sex, and even a wide variety of different scenarios and we played often.

It was late September and the weather was warm in the midst of an indian summer about 6 miles inland from the little town of Elk on highway 1. It had been a double wedding with Ann’s old friend Karen and my buddy Gordon Smith. They had gone through a whirlwind courting period and were both ideally suited for one another. Of course I knew enough about Karen to understand what motivated her and I also knew that Gordy really needed a woman like her. We walked out of the 5 acre fern covered valley that surrounded the cathedral tree where the ceremony was officiated by a friend from Texas, who owned the web site “Enemas for the Mind” that all of us were members of. Dan had graciously agreed to marry Ann and me as well as Gordon and Karen Smith. Of course I paid for the round trip to fly him and his lovely wife out her to perform the double ceremony; she acted as our witness. Now we were making our way through the virgin redwood groves back to the small touring bus that I had rented just for this occasion. Then we would be off to Cloverdale to our triple motel suite for our own reception. There of course, would be more of that when we finally got back to Tillamook and all of the rest of our friends.

Ann and I had also finished the double story lines that we had been collaborating on since our sailing trip to the Cyclades: TRAMP STAMP, the story of the gritty detective Jake Dryden and the rich and sensuously gorgeous, lusty heiress Chloe Van-Marin, the erotic novelist who had written, among 12 others, the last in a series of erotic novels featuring the Texas Ranger Jake Lyman, a character that was loosely based on Jake Dryden whom she had secretly loved years before they had actually met face to face.

Jim & Ann Hunter became very wealthy and spent their late 40s and most of their 50s traveling and enjoying themselves in nice motel rooms and classy hotel rooms indulging in the special style of enema loving that had become the hallmark of their love lives.

TRAMP STAMP-Epilogue

Offices of the Dryden Detective Agency-Corner of Hyde & Post (tenderloin) San Francisco, 5:40 pm November 6, 1955

Angel had gone home for the weekend at 5:00 and I was adding some notes to a file, when Chloe called on the intercom and invited me into her office for a drink. I told her that I would come to her in a few minutes, just as soon as I finished up for the day. As soon as I put the file away I took a moment to reflect on the woman that I was about to have a romantic evening with.

It had been three weeks since I had broken into the Chateau of Jean-Pierre Dubois just on the outskirts of Nice. Chloe did not have to consort with the miserable son-of-bitch to keep him distracted as we had originally planned; she only had to travel to Monza in Italy and make sure that he was there and when she telephoned me at my hotel in Nice that, in fact, he was to drive in the Italian Grand Prix, it was time for me to act. It had been easy to pick the old style lock to get into the Chateau, but it took me over an hour and a half to toss the joint before I found Chloe’s treasure-The Golden Enema! I was amazed at how heavy it was, and it was an artifact to marvel the eye. Natural latex rubber impregnated with fine gold dust to the point that it glistened in the light. The heavy hook was a platinum-iridium alloy and the clamp was a silver alloy. The bat shaped nozzle was made of 18 karate gold. We had disassembled the unit and set the components in different parts of our luggage with the nozzle making the trip back in one of my jacket pockets while the hose was rolled up in my luggage. Chloe carried the bag and hook in her carry on. But on my return I had a large backlog of work that I needed to clear before I could relax enough to be able to engage Chloe on her level and tonight I hoped to spend some quality time with her. There was not a door between our offices for a good reason; it would be an obvious distraction for me to be able to see her that easily. I walked out of my office, down the hall and knocked on her new office door; the sign read:

CHLOE VAN-MARIN

ASSOCIATE DETECTIVE

DRYDEN DETECTIVE AGENCY

I heard her say, “It’s open Jake, come on in.” She wore sheer chiffon lounging clothes and no underwear. As we embraced I was still mesmerized by the cool sensuality of her. She asked, “Did you clear all the things you wanted to accomplish?” I said simply, “Ya baby, I’m ready to relax.”

She had spent over twelve grand on this tenant improvement. This was the largest office space in the 4 story building and she had it divided into three separate rooms. Her office included her desk, book cases, and two file cabinets, and a couch with a small coffee table, a small refrigerator, a hot plate and a coffee pot. Through a closed door was a 4 post king sized bed, two night stands, each with lamps, a large chest of drawers, and an armoire. There was an adjoining bathroom with a shower, a sink, medicine cabinet with a mirror, and a toilet. I had given up my apartment and the week nights when we worked late we stayed in her office-apartment. We spent the weekends at the mansion on Belvedere.

After she fixed me a Canadian Lord Calvert on the rocks and handed it to me, she had a Cream of Kentucky with water and ice and then we both sat on the couch together. She smiled at me and then demurred, as she laid her hand on the inside of my leg and in a low voice said, “I don’t think that I have properly rewarded you for retrieving my priceless heirloom Jake.” I retorted, “I don’t remember asking you for a reward, or agreeing to a price, my lovely heiress. I simply performed the way I would have for the woman I love.” The soft tone of my voice belied the fact that I would have killed that French queer if he had tried to stop me from stealing her artifact back from him. The beauty sitting next to me did not need to know that, however much she might have suspected it. I saw no need to remind her of what I was prepared to do to protect her interests; it was enough for me that she trusted me implicitly to do just that.

She took a long pull on her drink and as she sat it down on the coffee table, she smiled at me and softly inquired, “Have you given anymore thought to our…you know…ah…interrogation scenario?” I could feel my heart begin to pound harder in my chest, but I remained stoic and retorted, “As a matter of fact I have.” I took a pull of my drink, as I measured her; she was the most incredible woman that I have ever had the pleasure of being close to. She obviously had an agenda though and I knew how to handle her. I drained my glass and spoke as I was setting it next to hers, “So my lovely, you seem to be fascinated with this interrogation scenario business. Tell you what…why don’t you get dressed and we can discuss it on our way back to Belvedere.” She looked at me with a quizzical smile, and then she inquired, “Why do we need to go back to the mansion? Why not try it here in my office suite?” I slipped my hand between her legs as I brought her close to me and I kissed her deeply as I stroked her pussy through her light chiffon pantaloons. Then I whispered in her ear, “Because these offices are not sound proof and what we are planning could be construed by some innocent bystander as…perhaps illegal.”

That, of course, was not the real reason; I had already made plans for this erotic game in the basement of her mansion. I stood up and extended my hand and she took it and arose to meet me. At first I thought that she should not go out dressed as she was, then I picked up my coat and draped it around her and liking what I saw, I helped her put it on. “There, that’s better. No one but us will be the wiser.” I said and then urged her, “Ok sweetheart let’s lock up and head down to get my wheels.” She gazed at my now open shoulder holster with the 45 ACP hanging in it and nodded at me, “Are you sure that you want people to see you packing that.” I gave her a smile that came out as a smirk and groused, “It’ll give the slobs around this neighborhood something to think about when they stare at you coming and going from this office. They need to know that you have some serious muscle behind that raving beauty of yours!”

I opened the passenger side door for her and helped her in and then I came around the front of the car so that she could see me, opened the driver’s side and slid in. The red 51 Ford sedan couldn’t hold a candle to her Rolls in style, but it had a flat-head V-8 under the hood that sounded mean and it would get up and romp! Most importantly, it was paid for and I didn’t mind parking it in the tenderloin, which is why we took it to commute to and from Belvedere now. We made small talk through the streets, but as soon as we started to cross the Golden Gate, she scootched over close up against me and stroking my cock through my slacks, she stuck her wet tongue in my ear and whispered a single word, “So?” Staring straight ahead I said, “You’re going to need a safe word. Do you know what that is?” This time she bit my earlobe and then chuckled, “How do you know about safe words Jake?” I acted smug and snarled, I was a vice detective, in case you forgot.” My hard-on was starting to betray my tough exterior demeanor that I was trying to project for the part as she easily teased it to life. My cock throbbed as she rubbed it, and now her other hand stroked my neck as she kissed my cheek, before she growled, “Tell me about it, my tiger…tell me all of the sordid details.”

I could tell she was hot; I could see her breasts heaving out of my peripheral vision! I thought, ‘So much the better’ and I began to relate the case to her, “We had been getting complaints that there was a dominatrix that had been leaving some of her johns in pretty poor condition when she was done with them, so we started to track her movements. Now mind you, this broad was getting a C-note from these guys to do her thing to them, so it’s not as though they were innocent victims. Chloe interrupted, “They were innocent victims if they didn’t get what they paid for!”

I gave her a little more clarification, “Oh they got what they paid for, my gorgeous heroine, only they got more than what they paid for! What we found out, from the only two guys that were willing to talk to us, was that this particular dominatrix would not take ‘no please stop’ as being serious. Most of her clients were men of means, you know, like the Chairman of the Board of a major corporation, big shots down in the financial district, hell there was even a councilman that got caught up in her scheme. What I found out from talking to a couple of other women in that line of business, was that this particular broad didn’t have her clients agree to a safe word before doing whatever they had engaged her services for. When we finally caught her in the act, it turned out that she was a man hater that was punishing any guy she could get her claws into for infidelity. She confessed that she had had two husbands that played the field on her and when a third fiancé did the same thing, it pushed her over the edge-a kind of insanity-into a type of serial rapist; only she got her clients to pay her quite well for her revenge.”

“Kristallnacht…that is my safe word!” She whispered in my ear. I involuntarily whistled and then automatically uttered, “The night of the broken glass! What would…why would you…” She put her finger to my lips to silence me so that she could explain her decision to me, “My favorite delicatessen is in Tiburon and over the last few years I have become friends with the owners. The parents emigrated from Germany in 1932. I was having some wine with their daughter one night, a couple of years ago; when she told me that they had lost their entire extended family in the attacks on the night of November 9-10, 1938. We all grew up hating the Nazis, Jake, but her story gave my heart a personal feel for the terrible atrocities that the Nazis were responsible for.”

As I turned off of 101 onto Tiburon Boulevard, I asked her, “Baby, are you sure you want to go through with something like this?” She spoke softly and very close to me, “I want you to scare me into an exotically-erotic passion, my love, and I trust that you know me well enough by now that you can do that; I also know that you’re incapable of hurting me…so yes, I want you to take me to another place…another dimension; take us both to heights of passion that we have yet to share! Listen to me, my tiger, you already know that I’m a strong woman, but you have yet to feel the power that a woman like me can exert over a man like you when I am a total submissive…when I am, in effect, your slave.” She wrapped as much of her hand around my cock as she could grab through my slacks and continued, “If you believe you’re captivated by me now, my tiger, wait until you can feel what I can do to you…as your Love Slave!” I had a vague sense of what she was trying to tell me, as I thought back to that first night that she took me in her gloriously beautiful ass. If you’ve ever been totally absorbed in the moment and driving at the same time, but you don’t remember how you got there? That is exactly how I felt when I pulled up in front of the mansion: I only remembered turning off of 101, but I didn’t remember anything about the 7 mile drive through Tiburon, past the Corinthian Yacht Club, and then up the winding road to the top of Belvedere.

We entered the mansion and I took my coat off of her and hung it up in the coat closet in the foyer then we walked together and I saw that her aim was to sit on the same couch that we had sat on the first day that I was here, but I stopped her by taking her hand and bringing her close to me with her back to me. I moved to slide my hand down the back of her loose fitting chiffon pantaloons and slowly ran my hand down over the crack of her butt and lightly fingered her pussy from behind. I lingered until she was very moist and the nipples on her pert breasts were erect. While she was concentrating on those feelings, I moved to her top. I only unbuttoned half of the buttons from the top down and then I slowly pulled it down off her shoulders and down around her arms, which temporarily immobilized her. With her hands down at her sides I quickly brought her hands back and handcuffed her. “What the hell are you doing?” She demanded, but I quickly blindfolded her. Then I spoke in character “I’m sorry Miss Van-Marin, but I have been hired by a new international police organization called INTERPOL. My job is to find out where Julian DE Young is and where he gets his supply of drugs.” She hissed, “I have no idea of what you’re talking about! I have never ever heard of that name before. Now let me GO!”

I took control of her and led her down into her Grandfather’s basement workshop that she had previously showed me, but said that she seldom ever went down there. I had rigged two saw horses with cross bracing and I had built an X frame that was attached to the saw horse structure and each end of the X-frame was braced vertically. A washing machine motor on a small eccentric cam mounted through a small aperture in the wood at the center of the X-frame and covered by thick leather piece that was then covered by a rubber membrane. Although my initial interrogation was to start with two chairs, I would, no doubt, be forced to eventually have to restrain her on the X-frame and position her sweet pussy on top of that rubber membrane. The two chairs were about 5 feet from the X-frame.

I sat her down in the chair carefully ensuring that her handcuffed arms were behind the chair back, and then I brought up my chair and moved it behind and very close to hers. I spoke softly but firmly into her ear from behind her, “So Miss Van-Marin you’re telling me that you’ve never heard of Julian DE Young? Did I hear you correctly?” Her retort was as instantaneous as it was acidic, “I’m surprised that you even qualified to get a license with a mind as slow as you apparently seem to possess!” I was not fazed; after all I was an experienced interrogator and her initial wrath was like child’s play considering some of the hardened criminals that I had experienced in the past. I bore in, “Julian DE Young, we know that you know him! What is the last known address that you have for him?” She turned her head around to tell me to my face-she couldn’t see me, but she could feel my breath on the back of her neck-, “Listen to me you moron, I told you THAT I DON”T KNOW WHAT YOU”RE TALKING ABOUT!” She screamed the last part of her sentence.

I pulled my chair backwards and got up, pacing a bit to let the air clear a little. Before I revealed what I knew to her, I would have to take something away and I would keep taking something away from her until I started to get cooperation even it that was only a token bit of civility from her. I grabbed a small length of rope and tied a loose knot from her bound hands around both of the back chair legs. Then I came around to the front of her and forcibly removed her pantaloons leaving her naked from the waist down. She gasped in surprise and then she kicked at me, but I easily dodged her telegraphed move and returned to my chair scooting it back close behind her. I gently stroked the inside of her thigh as I said, “I see no reason why we should make this more unpleasant than we need to, do you Miss Van-Marin?” She was silent as she considered her current plight.

Trying to encourage her to trust me, I said, “Your first name is Chloe…do you mind if I call you that?” She seethed, slowly moving her head from side to side and she finally groaned, “You can’t do this to me! I’m an American Citizen; I have rights!” I scoffed at her and then I ripped her chiffon top off of her in pieces leaving her completely nude. I regarded her nakedness coolly. It was difficult, but I had a part to play. I touched her right ear with my mouth, as I slowly stroked both of her thighs, and whispered, “Your rights protect you from American law enforcement in American courts, Chloe. I am a private contractor working for a fledgling international police organization based in Western Europe. We are not interested in prosecuting Julian DE Young in an American court. We simply want to know where his drug supply comes from. In truth Chloe, you have no rights in this interrogation.” I lightly ran my fingers over her pert breasts as I finished. Her nipples were fully erect. I resisted the temptation to touch her sweet pussy and stayed in character.

Instead I next traced my finger around her tattoo to its inevitable conclusion which of course was the gold nozzle seeming to disappear up her lovely butt- all the while saying, “Such a magnificent work of art isn’t it Chloe? I’m curious though…how did Julian seduce you into letting him do that to you? Were you in love with him?” She faced straight ahead now and uttered, “You’re delusional! You belong in a padded cell!” I kept at her, “I’m trying to help you Chloe. This process would be so much easier on you if you would just cooperate with us.” But she remained obstinate. She hissed, “I have nothing to say to you!” I again pulled back my chair and slowly paced across the room again. She was no closer to breaking than when I first started because I suspected that she still felt too safe; she was nowhere near thinking about what her safe word was. It was time to turn up the heat; she needed to start thinking about the consequences of not cooperating.

I exhaled a slow audible deep sigh, strictly for dramatic effect, then in an exasperated voice I said, “Have it your way, Miss Van-Marin. I have tried to be easy with you…however…that is about to change. I know that you’re lying to me, but I assure you…I intend to probe to the very bottom of this! Do you understand me?” Her body language showed that she might indeed have had an erotic response to my words. Her legs parted as she squeezed her pelvic muscles hard and then she hung her head in apparent distress. I gave her one last chance for a positive response, “Help me Miss Van-Marin; there isn’t much time. I don’t want to, but I’ll do what I have to do to get you to tell me the truth. This is really your last chance.” But Chloe Van-Marin just snickered in my general direction, “Or what, detective, you’ll perform some perverted act on me? Oh please; I’ve seen it all! There is nothing you can do to me that I haven’t seen or done before, so save your breath detective.” I thought ‘That sounds like a lot of bluster. I think that she has read or heard about a great deal more than what her actual experiences are’.

It was time to take her to the X-frame and strap her down on it; that would probably give her a different perspective. As I helped her get up out of her chair, I said, “You are going to experience a different type of interrogation device.” Squirming she said, “You’re hurting me!” I said, I need to have control over the prisoner, which unfortunately you are, Miss Van-Marin. Quit struggling and it won’t hurt!” I forced her torso down on the middle of the X-frame and keeping control of her handcuffed wrists; I brought up her right ankle up and used a soft leather cinch strap to fasten her ankle to the back of the frame. I did the same with her left ankle and that forced both her legs onto the frame. Her vulva was exactly positioned for maximum effect of the makeshift vibrator and I fastened her waist with another soft leather cinch strap. Immobilized from the waist down, it was easy to un-cuff her wrists and extend each arm up the forward part of the X-frame and fasten both wrists with soft leather cinch straps.

I stepped away and paced around to look at her from different angles. Of course she was a beautiful woman and this was arousing to me and yet, I had a pang of guilt. I knew that I could never forcibly do this against her will. I had to remind myself that this was a role play scenario and she did have a safeword if the procedure started getting out of hand, from her perspective. I immediately realized that there was a flaw in the design of the X-frame; there was nowhere for her to rest her head, which meant that her neck would soon tire and cramp up. Looking around, I saw two padded stools that I quickly lashed together and then topping it with a soft blanket I brought it over and gently lifted her head and slid the unit into place and laid her head back down on it. I was instantly rewarded with an erotic moan and then a faint whisper, “Thank you detective that was thoughtful.”

I pulled my chair to the left hand center of the X-frame so that I could lean forward and talk very closely into Chloe’s ear and I could easily access her lovely ass and her sweet pussy at the same time. I continued with my interrogation, “How long did Julian work on you before he completed the Tattoo Miss Van Marin?” She rolled her head sideways at the direction of my voice, before she said, “That’s none of your business!” For the first time her voice seemed to tremble. I continued, “Actually, it is my business because at the heart of this matter is what he did to you. By you telling me some of the basic facts I can get a fundamental understanding.” She smirked, “You understand Julian? Ha, that would be like a first grader trying to understand Quantum Mechanics! There’s just no way.”

I let her gloat in her little victory for a moment then I gave her a sharp swat on the left cheek of her ass! As she buried her face in the blanket and screamed in surprised shock, I said, “There are going to be consequences for your lack of civility Miss Van-Marin!” She moaned low and squirmed in her restraints as she tried to shake the sting. But in a moment, she turned her face back to the sound of my voice and aggressively growled, “Is that all you’ve got!” I could see my hand print reddening on her lovely ass and if I escalated the spanking to another level, I risked actually hurting her and I was not going to do that. It was time to play my trump card; I was running out of options.

“It seems that you leave me no other choice, Miss Van-Marin. Do you know about truth serum and what it does to your body, Miss Van-Marin?” I casually asked her. I could see her mind racing; thinking about what I was really talking about. She quivered, “What do you mean…truth serum?” I pulled back my chair and got up to prepare the enema that would render Chloe into putty in my hands: Enough hashish oil emulsified in wine cut with green tea to make her quite talkative. As I worked, I said in a clinical tone of voice, “Truth Serum, Miss Van-Marin, breaks down the person’s inhibitions and makes them want to truthfully answer all of the questions that are put to them. After I give you this truth serum, Miss Van-Marin, you will tell me everything that I want to know!” She said emphatically, “You can’t stick a needle in me!” I said in a voice that seemed to sooth but in reality indicated something designed to give her pause to reflect, “Now, now dear lady, needle injections of the truth serums are obsolete, I thought you would know that. Now days we find it much more effective when they’re injected via enema. I also thought you knew that many drugs are effective when given rectally. You actually have experience with some of them, don’t you, Miss Van-Marin?”

It seemed that her brashness had begun to melt away, as I poured the mixture out of the thermos bottle into the Golden Enema and then I hung it on a chain that I had previously attached to one of the many storage hooks that were in the basement ceiling. I hadn’t made a special effort to find and purchase the personal lubricant that she normally used, so I took advantage of a large jar of Vaseline and liberally coated the heavy gold nozzle before turning my attention Chloe’s gorgeously tight ass. I did manage to find a small box of large surgical gloves especially for this purpose and I now put them on right over Chloe’s head so that she could hear them stretching on and snapping into place. Chloe had what I considered to be a very sexy pre-opening or divot that housed her perfectly shaped inwardly pointing starfish. Her divot was perfectly shaped for the tip of my cock to enter and it was an excellent little repository for lubrication and this is where my first target would be for starting to lubricate her tight asshole and her rectum so I could penetrate her with the large heavy gold nozzle without hurting her. I figured that she was going to try to resist me. By the time I was filling her divot with lube and forcing my finger up Chloe’s tight butt I was already getting a hard-on. I was remaining in character, not only for her, but it was now a matter of pride for me. She groaned as I invaded her ass, although she wasn’t very convincing that she didn’t like it. I pushed my middle finger up her sexy butt as far as I could push it and the twirled it around and then I slowly finger-fucked her until she squirmed in her restraints.

I could have played with Chloe’s ass a lot longer, but I did have a mission; the Golden Enema nozzle was perhaps an inch and a half diameter at its widest point and was at least 7 inches long from the tip to the flair; not for the faint of heart. The heavy gold nozzle seated into the divot in her butt, just touching her well lubricated butthole which slowly opened under its weight and then her reflex closed before only a little penetration. I had to slowly push it in past the widest part, and then her tight ass clamped down and it quickly disappeared all the way into her rectum, causing her to utter a long erotic moan. With only the gold flange and hose visible now, it was quite a sight seeing the actual solid gold nozzle slip all the way into her sexy ass, even as its artistic counterpart on her tattoo had never penetrated that far. I opened the silver clamp about a quarter of the way and the ‘truth serum’ slowly flowed up Chloe’s lovely ass. She had her face turned sideways with her mouth open taking deep breaths and moaning, “Uuh-uuh…uhh…ummm…uuuh…” I was only giving her a little more than a pint, but it was a powerful little enema and I figured that it would take less than 15 minutes before it would begin to take its full effect on her. It took less than 5 minutes for it to drain into her and watching the bubble move down the hose it stabilized about 6 inches above the gold nozzle so I closed the clamp, but left the big gold nozzle in place because I knew that it was her favorite.

I noticed that Chloe’s demeanor started to change and she began to relax and as she slowly and erotically flexed her ass around the heavy gold nozzle, she uttered long low, barely audible moans, Mmmm…enem…oooh…mmmm…”and she kept that up, although her pace was slowing as she became more relaxed. I began to gently massage her back and I could sense that she needed my touch, although I had to remain in character. After anther few moments I softly whispered in her ear, “Why did you let him do that to you Chloe?” She whimpered, “Please take off the blindfold so I can see you detective Dryden.” I immediately complied with her request and as I removed the blindfold and threw it aside I could see ecstasy on her face. She looked up at me needing my reassurance, so I gave it to her, “It’s alright, Chloe, you need to lift this burden from your heart, forever.”

There was a long pause before she spoke, “I never realized how much it would hurt. It wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near that big. When he first started talking about it to me, it was only supposed to be a little thing down on my lower back. He lied to me! He used me!” I didn’t immediately respond, instead I waited; listening for her to continue but she needed my prompting so I said, “How did you bear the pain Chloe?” She hesitated and then under her breath she said, “Morphine sulfate suppositories…he would shove those up my butt two at a time; sometimes if those didn’t help, he would melt them down in vodka in a pan over a hot plate and then mix that with warm water and give me an enema and that usually helped for about 12 hours; but then he would repeat the whole procedure again.” I softly asked her, “Do you know where he got the drugs?” “He had somebody in a lab down in Sunnyvale steal several cases for him; he had a lot of it. He also had some kind of derivative of cocaine that he would apply topically…especially to the tattoo around my anus. I have no idea where that came from.”

“That was one hell of a thing to go through for a beautiful 21 year old woman.” I reflected out loud. She rolled her face to look at me and as her lips moved nothing came out, so she tried again and in a low deliberately slow paced timbre it came out as, “Being betrayed by Julian was not the worst of the experience. No, I used to have a little kinky thing that I indulged in for my own private pleasure. But now I had to advertise it to the whole world every time I wanted to go to the beach or wear anything cut low in the back, or even risk wearing something sheer out in public.” I had been softly stroking her butt and doing the same with her shoulders as she spoke, “I went into this terrible depression for a couple of months, partly due to withdraws from all of the morphine, but mostly that my physical appearance had been so profanely altered. You know what brought me out of it detective?” I simply said, “Tell me Chloe.” She said, “I finally figured out that I was too afraid to die because I had too much to live for and I eventually came to terms with my tattoo. It actually became a conversation piece and if a guy wasn’t scared away by it, or acted really weird around me, I would usually give him a chance to get to know me.” I said in an admiring voice, “That you were able to turn that into something positive is a testimony to your strength of character, Chloe.” She didn’t automatically reply to me but reflected for a while, until she finally giggled from all of the hashish that had entered her bloodstream through her colon.

Finally smiling and laughing she said, “You detective, you were right; I do feel like a big burden has been lifted off my heart. It was you…no one has ever cared enough to get me to tell that part of my life. I even blocked it out myself!” I said, “Well then maybe it’s time for a little treat?” She giggled again, “Well that ‘truth serum’ was sure a surprise, now what are you going to do for an encore?” I said nothing but I knew that the vibrator was going to be so intense that I would need to release her wrist restraints as well as her waist restraints and as I did so she laughingly commented, “No I’m not going anywhere without your help.” Then I flipped the switch and her entire vulva began to vibrate at about 80 cycles per minute. Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped open as she gasped in instantaneous shock that just as instantly morphed into the recognition of intense pleasure and her gaze wandered off into space as her mind concentrated on her new found sexual feelings, much different from what she felt not 30 minutes ago. She closed her eyes and I hoped that she was thinking… ‘I am realizing that my Jake had done it. It was a magnificent scenario played out by a consummate professional…ya sure but he’s my lover.’

It came out of her in a guttural command, “Take out the enema nozzle and replace it with your cock detective; do it!” I had already resolved that I was going to take her anally before I released her, the only question was when: while she still retained the enema of after she expelled? She answered my quandary and I lost no time in shedding all of my clothes and as I gingerly pulled out her nozzle and placed it aside, I put a slather of Vaseline all over the head of my cock and re-slathered her, but before I could complete the maneuver, she eagerly commanded me again, “Put it up my naughty hole, baby, put it up my naughty hole!” Her reference took me by surprise, but as I struggled to comply, I found that my cock began to sink slowly into Chloe’s normally tight ass.

As my cock slid up into Chloe’s lovely ass, I instantly felt two highly erotic sensations. Since her entire pelvis was being vibrated, her anal sphincter tightened around my cock and it was vibrating; holding me there. Then I felt her warm enema surround my cock, and then she would grunt, squeezing her rectal tube tight around the head of my cock and forcing her enema deep into her bowels, only to have the cycle repeat itself again…and again...and again! Chloe’s moans of passion slowly morphed into a series of loud grunts accentuated by the crying screams of a woman who seemed to thrive on the line of intense pleasure augmented by her struggle keep her enema confined-bordering on pain-as she felt my cock dive deep in her ass, even as her legs were still restrained by her ankles. Try as she did, she could not put off or prolong her orgasm much longer because the vibrations were just too intense for her. Her lithe body tensed and then I felt the muscles in her butt go hard, as they tensed up to an extreme and she held me tightly as she shuddered and then all she could manage was a very strained whimper through her clenched teeth. I was so fascinated by this woman’s feverish passion I had not concentrated on my own…until I could feel my own powerful contractions as I unloaded my sperm into my lover’s ass-even as she was completely lost in her physically exhausting multispectral orgasm. Grunting and pumping into her as she shuddered and clenched me, I felt a calmness come over me but it was soon shattered as I heard her utter, “Oh god baby I can’t take anymore; Aahhh…ehhh…uhh…Oh GOD…Kristallnacht! Oh GOD, Baby…Kristallnacht!”

I pushed down on Chloe’s hard clenched butt to pry my still semi-erect cock from her grip and then quickly shut the motor off. Then I unbound her ankles and helped her stand, but she was too week in her legs to hold herself up, so I picked her up in my arms and took her upstairs to a bathroom that was on the 1st floor. The door was open and there was enough ambient light to put her down on the toilet and I kneeled there and held her as she let the enema slowly trickle out. She slowly began to recover and she kept looking at me with amazement in her eyes and then finally said, “What was in that enema, Jake, I feel really good…but…uh…I’m dopey.” I smiled and said, “Hi Dopey, I’m Grumpy, how you doing” That got a horse laugh out of her and then I said “It was hashish, baby. You’ll start to feel normal in another hour or so. Why don’t I carry you upstairs and we’ll take a shower; then I think you’ll begin to feel much more civilized. Does that sound good?” She stuck a wet tongue in my ear as I bent her over to wipe her and when I finished I picked her up in my arms again and this time she wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed and talked as I carried her up to the third floor. But when we got to the 2nd story landing I put her down for a while so that I could rest. We sat there on the stairs completely nude and she was in my arms acting like a teenager giggling and stretching her legs and arms out. “Do you know, my tiger, that you’re the first man that has ever wiped my butt?” She giggled adoringly at me. “How do you know? You probably can’t remember anything much before you were 5 years old and surely by then you were toilet trained” I said. She responded, “My mother was alone at that time and so it was just her or my grandma.” She smiled back then she looked askance at me and softly inquired, “Why didn’t you spank me harder when I challenged you?” I said, “Didn’t how I spanked you sting?” She lowered her head in a gesture that was not customary for this dynamic vixen and she softly said, “I expected more.” That was easy for me to answer, “Any further escalation would have really hurt you and there is no way that I am going to do that. You don’t expect me to put myself in the hospital do you?” She giggled, “What are you talking about?” I deadpanned, “Because that’s where anybody that tries to hurt you is going to end up!” She went into silent contemplation for a moment and then smiled as she asked, “Are you still going to carry me up the next flight of stairs?” “Absolutely”, I said and as I picked her up once more, I said, “We can’t have you stumble and fall on this thing…I’d never forgive myself!”

With her arms around my neck and shoulders, she tried to be smug, but she found it hard to hold a straight face and it came out as suppressed laughter, “It would be your fault too, Detective! I would have never talked if you hadn’t forced me to take that so called ‘truth serum’ enema.” I countered in a mock German accent, “So you are surprised dat I haf vays auf making you talk?” As we made it to the 3rd floor and I aimed for that master bathroom, she scoffed at me, but again couldn’t keep a straight face, “Some evil inquisition you run…that’s right Torquemada! Who had to tell you where to put your cock?” I put her down, as she steadied herself on my shoulders and I shrugged as I leaned in to turn on the shower, “I told you that I wasn’t much of a rapist.” With the shower on, I leaned back out and she gave me a full body press lip lock that would melt even the most cold-hearted of men, but me…I was overwhelmed by her love...maybe because I never thought I deserved her.

Under the warm water, she steadied herself against me as I washed us both and then she said in a serious tone, “I know that you would do anything to protect me, my Jake, but I need you to swear to me that you will not become my ‘angel-of-vengeance’. I don’t want you to go after Julian DE Young. I don’t want to ever think about him again. Swear to me Jake”. I looked at her and asked, “Are you sure, baby? He really did a terrible thing to you. In my book, he needs to pay.” But Chloe was emphatic, “No Jake…let it go…please. I almost killed him once and if I had, my life would have been ruined and he would have conquered me. Like I told you the first day we met, I came to the conclusion that he wasn’t worth the bullet. Let it go, my Jake, you can’t reverse what he did, but you really helped me heal tonight. He is completely insignificant to me now; in my heart of hearts it’s all about us and I want you in my future, Jake!”

Drying her off I said, “You want me in your future huh? Well just how far into the future are you talking about, my lovely heiress?” Pressing her body up against me tightly, she challenged, “How far into the future can you see yourself?” I laughed and said, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you’re trying to propose to me.” She laughed back, “Oh know you don’t…I’m not admitting anything until this crazy truth serum enema wears off.” Finishing toweling her, I suggested, “What do you say that we table that question until after I finish reading your book to you?” She stuck her wet tongue in my ear again and she whispered, “Try not to be too coy, my tiger, if you remember…you said that you were captivated by me in the first hours that you met me.” I put my arm around her and began to escort her into our bedroom; I smiled at her and said, “Oh ya I did…but I didn’t think that would make much of an impression.” She immediately countered, “I was terrified that you would think I was just another nut case.” I patted her on her ass and quipped, “I never knew that I had such a need for a sick woman.” That transgression earned me one hard wallop on my ass, as she scolded me, “Get it right, detective, sick indicates there’s a cure. Well there isn’t; I’m not sick, I’m twisted…irreversibly twisted and I’m perfectly happy with that now. The question is…are you?” I laid her on the bed and then got on and sat up with my back against the headboard and she fell into my lap looking at me questioningly and I said, “I am still captivated by you Chloe. Now are you ready for the story”? She looked up at me the way every man wants a woman to look at him and she said, “Tell it to me, my tiger.”

Epilogue

Lyman Rescues a Wagon load of Lusty Trouble-By Chloe Van-Marin

Town of Sulfur Springs in East Texas, September 1878

Location: The Smooth Peach Bar and Parlor House, “Where it’s always Spring”.

The entrance to the now famous ‘The Smooth Peach Bar and Parlor House’; affectionately known by locals as ‘The Peach’, was an elegant set of French doors rather than the familiar bat-wing doors of most saloons in the west. It was about 4 o’clock in the afternoon when Jake Lyman opened the doors and closed them behind him, then surveyed saloon before he strode over toward the bar. The bartender recognized the Ranger immediately and said, “Rye, Mr. Lyman?” Jake nodded and said, “Ya, Bill, that’ll be just the thing, this dusty afternoon.” Bill leaned in to Lyman and softly said, “She told me never to charge you…said it was personal.” Lyman was not surprised that Spring felt that she was in his debt, but he didn’t like taking advantage of her that way. The bartender leaned in closer and just above a whisper said, “Is it true you killed two fellas that were…” The big ranger cut him off by just looking at him or right through him. After several seconds, Jake Lyman asked, “So what’s your point?” Bill was now trying to complete his thought, but he stuttered, “W...w…well, Th…Th…they…said you drew so fast…they said it seemed like them guns just materialized in your hands.”

Lyman put his drink on the bar and stood up straight and from his full height looked down at the smaller man and considered his words before he spoke, “That’s dangerous talk, Bill. You keep spreading that kind of horse manure around and before you know it, some no-account drifter will come in here looking to make a reputation and somebody’s going to get caught in the cross-fire and you better pray it’s you rather than one of Spring’s ladies…you get my drift Bill?” Bill was suddenly embarrassed as well as a little scared and began to wash glasses that he had just put up clean. Lyman then heard a familiar voice, “I hope that you just learned a lesson Bill”. Spring looked at Lyman and said “Well stranger, where have you been, we haven’t seen you around for nearly a month? Flo has been worried sick about you?” They embraced in a familiar friendly way and she stood on her toes and gave him an affectionate kiss on the cheek. Lyman said, “There is always business in my line of work and I can’t be as choosy about it as are you are in your line of work. I’m looking for Flo.” She said, “Flo is down at the general store with Jasmine and Cora Jane. Some new lady’s undergarments that they ordered just came in. Did you hear the news about Vicky Sue?” Lyman looked concerned, “How’s that?” he said. A big grin came across her face and with the pride of a mother said, “Travis Cochran is one of the biggest ranchers in these parts. He’s a young man who had to grow up fast when his dad was killed in an accident on a cattle drive. Well he was one of our first customers and he was the one that Vicky Sue wanted to take her virginity and once that happened, he couldn’t stand the thought of her working here, so he took her back to his ranch and they got married last week.” Lyman smiled and said, “I’m happy for her…you knew it too didn’t you darl’en. She wasn’t cut out for this kind of life.” Spring reflected, “Better a life with women that would care for her than the abuse she was getting from her kin folk. They had that child working from dawn until dusk and they whipped her for no good reasons, Jake.” Lyman put a hand on her shoulder to steady her and said, “There are no reasons to beat a woman…good or otherwise. People like that want them cowering with fear so they can control them. I’ve actually had to put some of them kind of varmints in the ground over keeping a young woman as a slave. I have never to this day felt any remorse about them either.” She nodded in complete agreement.

Jake turned and tossed his whiskey down and then turned back to her and said, “Spring, darl’en, I wanted you to know that I plan on taking Flo to California with me and with Vicky Sue now gone…well I reckon that will leave you a might shorthanded. Are you making any plans for new ladies?” Spring drew up close to Lyman in her sultry way and said, “Listen to you, sugar, you’re worried about my business, aren’t you. Well, don’t give it another thought, because I’ll get the ladies, Jake. You know I lost Flo as soon as you started courting her. I’m telling you this, Jake, because she has never been with another man since that evening we treated you as the king-you won’t forget that none too soon, I expect. Anyway… she said you proposed to her. What I’m really worried about, sugar, is protection from polecats when you’re gone. Now, just the fact that we all know you and so does practically everybody in these parts, there is no one in his right mind that would cross me today. But that will change once you leave Texas.” Lyman leaned back against the bar and said, “Ya, darl’en, I been thinking some on that. There’s a sheriff over at Dry Creek by the name of Chalmers Grafton and he’s a widower and is willing to come here to Sulfur Springs and take the job of Sheriff here…seeing how the job is vacant at the moment. Chalmers is a good man and he’ll look after you and your ladies. How does that sound to you?” She smiled at that and said, “A widower huh? Maybe he can stay in a room upstairs, at least for a while until business starts to boom.” Jake Lyman said, “Well that’ll probably set just fine with Chalmers. Say…I’m going over to that general store. I need to let that lovely redhead know that I ain’t plumb forgotten about her. See ya later darl’en.” She leaned her hands on her waste and she nodded approvingly as Lyman exited the ‘The Peach’, thinking that he was quite a man but also reflecting that he was not a man for her for she did not want to be dominated by a man…no she wanted to be very dominant and needed men to be very subordinate to her and her needs! As sophisticated as she was, she failed to read the big ranger for all of the man he truly was.

Although Jake Lyman had romantic intent, he was still cautious in his movements and stayed in the shadows when he could. He would often go around a corner only to wait, look around, reverse direction for fifty feet or so, then reverse again and continue on his way. Anyone that may have thought that the Ranger walking down the street was an easy target would need to think twice. He could see them now, through the windows in the general store. The place was full of gaiety and it was obvious that it centered on the three women, but it was clear that there were several interested bystanders.

Jake looked up and down the street, before he strolled across the dusty way and when he had gotten halfway there, the voluptuous flaming red-haired Irish woman rushed out to meet him. Her crimson red dress was cut higher than the fashion so it wouldn’t drag in the street. Her ample cleavage was thrust up and out, bouncing as she ran, a bustle wagged accentuating her shapely bottom, her long red hair flowing as she ran. Her presence gushed out passion and she called out, “Oh Jake, I’m so happy to see you, I was…starting to get a little concerned…”, as she flung herself at him and they embraced. He kissed her, more than just because he loved her-he needed to smell her and drink in her essence, revel in her femininity. It was a passionate kiss; long and lingering before he let her up and then he said, “I missed you, but I didn’t realize how much until I saw you again. I don’t think that I can ever be away from you that long again, Farran” Farran O’Flannery looked approvingly at the Texas Ranger and laughed out, “Well, Jake Lyman, that’s the first sensible thing I’ve heard you say all month! Now take me away from here, look at the crowd of gawkers on the boardwalk.” Lyman escorted her back to the other side of the street and as they stepped up on the boardwalk together, he said, “How ‘bout I take you out to dinner tonight darl’en. Anyplace you want.”

She thought a moment and then said, “Well it’s not the fanciest place, but I understand that the food is great. Juanita’s cantina is down past ‘The Peach’ a little ways and I’ve always wanted to try that place.” Jake smiled and said, “That’s the place then. What did you mean that was the first sensible thing you heard out of me all month…I been gone all month!” She chuckled shaking her head then looked askance at him, “Little slow on the uptake today, aren’t you handsome? I might just have to keep you up late tonight and get your attitude properly adjusted.” Lyman whistled and said, “You won’t get any argument from me.”

As they strolled together down the boardwalk, Jake soothed, “Farran, you may have asked yourself, ‘Will this one turn mean on me just like the one that brought me to New York?’ and I want to make sure that you are never afraid of me.” Farran answered, “That thought never crossed my mind Jake, what I have been though is afraid for you.” Lyman said, “Well my darl’en that too will change soon.” Farran said, “As long as you’re a famous Texas Ranger…” Lyman interrupted her, “Ah I ain’t really all that famous. Now Coffee Jack Hays[1] and his friend John Caperton were probably the most famous Texas Rangers that anybody’s ever heard of and they left Texas 30 years ago.” “Where did they go?” Farran inquired as they reached Juanita’s Cantina. As they entered the cantina, Lyman said, “After declining the movement to draft him for the office of the Governor of Texas, Hays and his friends led an expedition overland to San Diego where they took a schooner to San Francisco with the ultimate intention of going to the gold fields. But when they got there, Hays found that his fame had preceded him and they ended up founding the City of Oakland and Hays became the first elected Sheriff of San Francisco, with Caperton his deputy.” Lyman picked a table that would give him a good view of the street and they sat down.

A stately woman, who was certainly one of the descendants of Mexicans that stayed in Texas after the War of Independence in 1835, appeared and said with only a slight accent, “Welcome to my cantina, I am Juanita Castaneda, may I get you some tequila?” Lyman asked, “Where is it from?” Juanita said proudly, “I import it directly from Jalisco. I have a barrel of Reposado that is very drinkable and I have a barrel of Añejo that is absolutely superb. May I recommend that you start with the Reposado?” Lyman saw Farran nod her head at him affirming her preference and Lyman said, “That sounds good, let’s try your Reposado.” As she left them to fill their order, Farran asked, “Is Hays still the Sheriff of San Francisco?” Lyman thought out loud, “I don’t even know if he is still alive.”

Juanita brought a tray of four glasses saying, “These two are sangrita, a mixture of different kinds of fruit juice and these are your Reposados. Can I get you anything else?” “We are here for dinner, what do you recommend?” Farran asked. Juanita smiled and said, “I have a dish I call ‘enchiladas verdes con queso y crema’ and I have a stuffed pepper dish that I call ‘rellenos’. The enchilada is a tortilla rolled and stuffed with shredded beef in green sauce with melted cheese and cream. The peppers are stuffed with cheese, rolled in flour and fried.” Lyman said, “Please bring us a platter of both and two plates and we can each sample your cooking.” Juanita looked pleased and said, “Very well Senior Lyman, enjoy your tequila and your food will be ready when you are.” “How did you know my name, Juanita?” Lyman asked. She turned back to him and bowed and said, “5 years ago my brother was falsely accused of murder. There was a young Texas Ranger who investigated the case and he found the real killer and as he brought him into town he came across a lynch mob that had my brother…” Lyman interrupted her, “Pedro Castaneda is your brother?” “Yes and you saved his life! Nobody had ever seen a man on horseback draw two sawed off shotguns before. You faced down ten men and none of them wanted those terrible guns to go off at them.” She said with pride and admiration. Then she went off to fix their dinner.

Jake noticed Farran smiling at him and when he looked directly into her eyes she chuckled, “So Ranger, you don’t think you’re famous do you?” Jake Lyman was somewhat self-deprecating as he said, “Oh…OK, I got a little bit of a reputation, I’ll grant you that. When I’m talking about men like John C. Hays…I’m talking about the stuff of legend; you got to be in on the founding of the Republic of Texas to have that kind of opportunity. Hell Farran, there ain’t but maybe a couple of thousand really bad men left in all of Texas! Why the whole state is damned near civilized.” Farran O’Flannery was flabbergasted at his statement, “Civilized, is that what you call it! How many men have you had to kill just since I’ve known you Jake?” Jake Lyman thought about what she said; he hadn’t kept count, really, because he thought that too unhealthy. It was his job and some men didn’t want anything to do with law and order, because they profited from lawlessness and if he had to kill some along the way…why that was expected of him wasn’t it. After all…it was Captain Leander McNelly that hired him because he didn’t want to lose a lot of good men going after Lyman when he started taking justice into his own hands. No it was much better to make a Ranger out of him and train him and then let him bring the Devil’s own to justice under the law.

His thoughts were interrupted by Juanita with another tray of tequila and sangrita, saying, “This round is on the house; enjoy, your dinner is almost ready.” Farran said, “Thank You” for both of them as she looked at Lyman lost in thought and she decided to change the subject. She put her hands over the one hand that Jake had on the table and said, “Look, love, I know you would never kill someone who didn’t thoroughly need it, that doesn’t worry me at all, not really. Tell me about your ideas about California, Jake. You know we haven’t had much time to talk about it yet.” He sipped his tequila and thoughtfully said, “All of the easy gold has already been taken; but there are endless bounties there that are more valuable than gold, Farran. About 300 miles north of San Francisco there is a bay called Humboldt. There are giant trees there that are over 300 feet tall-right down to the waterfront some are! There are rivers there where the salmon runs are so thick that a man could walk all the way across without getting his feet wet! There are crabs in the ocean that are so big and full of meat that they make the ones on our coast look like little bugs. There are so many elk, that you have to be careful walking through the woods in case you run into a bull. It’s a place for the rough and ready, but these kinds of men are a hardworking lot, and are only likely to get rowdy on a Saturday night. There opportunities there, Farran, I’m sure of it!”

Juanita brought their dinner and another round of tequila, and this time it was the Añejo and when Lyman sampled it he commented to Juanita that it was exceptional. Farran pressed Jake for more of his thoughts on California because he seemed to have a vision that could begin to take the shape of their plans. As he ate and drank, he would stop and talk to her, “As I understand it, regular loggers are having one hell of time with those big trees…redwoods I think they call them. Anyway it takes a sailor’s experience to rig these things once they get them on the ground, which can take two to three days and then they have to build a railroad just to get the logs out. There are many different types of trees in that part of the country and they are starting to build ships there too. You know what I think that part of the country needs Farran? I believe they need innkeepers of boarding houses that serve good food and drink; a place where they can call home until they get settled and start a family.”

Farran O’Flannery was dumfounded at first, because it seemed so out of character for her man. However, the more she heard, the more she realized that he was probably right. Hell, she thought; running a boarding house wouldn’t really be all that much different than running a bawdy house and probably more interesting. Eureka, they were going to Eureka to seek their fortune in the bounty of the land. She thought out loud, “How did you plan on getting us there?” Lyman said, “We’re not likely to have a large party to travel with, so going the route that Coffee Jack took is damned dangerous. We would face the Comanches first all through western Texas. Then all the way through New Mexico and Arizona we would face a half dozen different tribes, but the Mescalero Apaches and then the Chiricahua Apaches are the worst of the bunch. No, my red haired beauty, that way is too dangerous. I think we travel south through Mexico to Mazatlán and then go by ship to San Diego were we can catch one of those new steam schooners going north. I can speak enough Spanish to get us by, and even with all the hullabaloo with Santa Anna during the war of independence, the Mexicans are still a hell of a lot easier to deal with than hostile Indians.”

They were finished with dinner and Jake asked, “What do I owe you, Juanita?” She had already known what she would charge him, “For you, Jake Lyman, $4.” Jake knew that she had discounted all of the tequila and food quite a bit, so he took out a $10 gold piece and handed it to her, smiling as he did so and said, “Well mam, this is what I think of your hospitality.” Juanita gave him a friendly hug and told them both, “Thank you, please come back again.” As they walked out of the cantina into the cooler evening air, Farran could feel the warmth of the tequila and she teased Jake, “You’re pretty damned generous with your money around striking Mexican Senoras aren’t you handsome?” He gave back as good as he got, “Nothing more sassy that a sexy Irish lass with a belly full of good tequila. You like the good stuff, darl’en, but it’s expensive to get all the way up here.” She stopped and took him in her arms and kissed him-hard-and then whispered, “Oh I’ve missed you something awful, I have Jake and I am a randy wench, love, something fierce, I am. Take me up to my boudoir, love…and take me in all the ways that you know we both need.” He took her by the hand, saying, “We’re both randy so we should try our best to put these fires out. You never know…might take a couple of days.” They both laughed at that as they walked into “The Peach” and smiled at the clientele as they walked upstairs.

Farran’s Boudoir

Farran O’Flannery had a large corner boudoir in the rear of the building away from the street. A large tall bed stood against one wall and next to it was a vanity mirror, a small table with drawers and chair. On the opposite wall there was a brick hearth where a cast iron stove sat, flanked by two large alcoves. In the alcove closest to the entry door into the suite there was a large porcelain claw footed bathtub that had a stand pipe next to the wall. A hand pump was attached. In the alcove closest to rear of the building sat a contraption that Lyman had never seen before. Farran proudly showed Jake the features of her boudoir, “Spring bought this place from old Eli Whitaker, who built this place in 1859. It was a clever construction, Jake. Eli blasted the top of a limestone outcropping off with nitro-glycerin and built this place on top of it. The real beauty of it Jake, is that the well is located about 200 feet up slope over there and the privys are located on the other side of the outcropping on the down slope right over there about a 100 feet that way. Now here’s the real clever part. Old Eli suspected that cholera, dysentery, and typhoid fever were caused by the well getting contaminated by the proximity of the privy. So here there is a physical underground barrier between the two and that allows for this.” She led him in to the bathtub alcove and bent over and turned a valve and started briskly pumping the handle and water soon poured out of it into the tub, telling him, “The pipe is connected all the way to the well.” As soon as she was satisfied with her demonstration, she bent back over and turned off the hand valve, telling Lyman that kept water in the standpipe so she didn’t have to prime the pump every time. She told Lyman that she would usually draw water into a metal bucket and heat it on the stove before pouring it into the bathtub. Now with real pride, she led Lyman into the other Alcove and she explained what the contraption was, “This is called a toilet, Jake. You take the water out of the bathtub and you pour up into this big tank.” Lyman could see a brass plate on the tank that read, “Siphonic flush system by Joseph Adamson, patented 1853-made in Great Britain”. He thought it was curious that there was clean standing water inside the china bowl that was covered by a smooth wooden seat. Farran said, “Now I’ve already got water in the tank up here and when I pull this chain the contents of the bowl is flushed down that pipe that runs down under the privys where it slowly runs under ground and disappears!” Jake looked out the window and counted a phalanx of ten privys side by side. He marveled, “I’ve never seen anything like this. I’ll be damned, what will they think of next?”

Farran took Jake by the hand and led him over and sat on the bed where she looked at him with lust in her eyes, although she already knew what was going to happen-at least in the next couple of hours. She began, “Well love, while I’m disrobing, perhaps you could start a small fire so we can heat the water for our bath.” Jake got up to start the fire and observed, “Doesn’t look like there’s enough room for both of us darl’en.” She said, “Certainly not with that much trail dust on you handsome! I’ll go first and you can wash me.” As he shut the door of the stove, he turned to face her. He smiled as he saw her slip out of her petticoats as her voluptuous breasts were still accentuated by her red bustier. He admired her for a moment and she stood up, inviting him to look at her with the look of a woman who knew what her man liked. Jake did not tarry long, but then began to fill the metal bucket with water and then set it on the stove. He casually asked her, “What do you figure, Farran, maybe five of these?” She liked that he called her by her given name, rather than her nickname and her light Irish lilt came back to him, “Oh that sounds good, love, real good.” As Jake emptied the second bucket, the beautiful nude Farran came over and poured something in the tub, “Bath salts, love they make a more sensuous soak for a woman; oh and I suppose a man too.” She said and smiled as Jake put on the third bucket and then added, “Ok, handsome, let’s have you out of those clothes. I’ll have them laundered for you tomorrow.” Lyman wondered out loud, “What am I supposed to wear in the morning?” Farran laughed at him lovingly and said, “What makes you think that you need to wear anything love? I intend to keep you in bed or in the bath for the next couple of days!”

They were both naked now and they both liked what they saw. The lusty Irish woman was full figured and she had curves that Jake Lyman wanted to trace out with his hands and with his kisses-even his tongue in her intimate areas. He was a powerfully built man at 3 inches over 6 feet and at age 26 he was 190 pounds of raw muscle, not an ounce of fat or paunch on him. When Jake emptied the 4th bucket, Farran found that the water was too hot and she opened the valve and pumped water directly into the tub until she had it just the way she wanted it and then Jake helped her step in and she sat down and began to luxuriate. She handed Jake something moist and soft and full of water and when Jake looked at it curiously, she said, “It’s called a sponge love. It’s harvested in the Mediterranean. Some say it’s a plant and some say it’s an animal, but I say it’s perfect to wash my body. Go on love, give it a try. That’s good…yes…not too hard…there…yes love…ooh that feels wonderful.” Jake quickly got the hang of it and he really enjoyed her sensuality as much as he liked washing her voluptuous body. After Jake had washed every part of the beautiful red haired Farran, she told him, “Jake, under the bed, you will find a leather bag. Please bring it here love.”

Without thought Jake did as she asked and when he had the bag by the tub, she smiled and said, “Open it up love, and look inside.” He did as she asked and then looked up at her with a blushing smile and asked, “Which one do you want love?” Without hesitation she said, “The one that I used on you that afternoon in the waterhole...do you remember Jake?” “The squeeze clyster, is that the one?” He asked. She smiled at him playfully and related, “A man named Higginson invented the thing and in this country they are generally referred to as a syringe and they are used for…GETTING AN ENEMA, as the injections are referred to here in this country. Have you ever heard of that term used before Jake?” Jake could tell she was having fun with him so he played along, “Enema you say, Farran? No I can’t say as I’ve ever heard that word before, but then I had never heard of a clyster either, until I met you, that is.” She giggled and said, “Clyster sounds so…so clinical! But ENEMA sounds…well it kind of sounds sensual doesn’t it? Would you like to give me an enema, Jake?” It was not really a question, Jake knew, it was her invitation for him to begin…he paused and took out a jar of balm and presented it to her, asking, “Is this the right stuff, Farran?” “Yes it is handsome, that is exactly what I want you to use on me,” she purred and Jake softly said, “Well then my Irish beauty, I want you to present your sumptuous bottom to me so I can minister to you in the way that you wish to become accustomed…an enema you say? So spread your lovely self so I can give you your enema.”

The voluptuous red haired beauty got down on her knees and spread her legs as wide as she could inside the tub and whispered to him as she turned her head to look at him, “That’s it love…nice and gentle. We’ll take all the time we need Jake.” Jake was fascinated by her perfectly curvaceous arse and began drawing small circles of lotion around her tight opening, which was just a darker shade of pink from the rest of the cleft in her butt, the color darkening to a sandy tan right at the point of her star crinkle-his ultimate target. She cooed as he began to lightly press his index finger into her sensuous star and as he gently pressed little dabs into her, he would reload his fingers and do it again, repeating the process until his finger sunk into her up to the first digit, which he slowly twirled around and in so doing Jake produced a very erotic response from his lovely Farran, “Oh..Oooh…oooo…aahhh! Oh, I’m ready love.” With that, Jake immersed the end of the syringe into her bath water and slowly compressed the hand pump in his large hand until the nozzle expressed warm soapy water. Jake touched her now moistened and slippery pucker with the firm black tube and gently pushed it up Farran’s lovely arse causing her to grunt erotically. She obviously enjoyed this phase of the enema.

Remembering how she had talked him thru the experience when she had him on the business end of this contraption that afternoon in the lower pool, he began to whisper to her, “OK, my lovely red haired beauty, I’m going squeeze slow and easy so…here comes the first cup, love.” Farran gyrated and squeezed her pelvic muscles and purred low in her throat. “2 cups, my lady”, he whispered and her response was, “Ummm. Oh Jake, you do that so very well.” And as the big man slowly pumped her warm soapy bathwater up the red haired beauty’s lovely arse he counted for her to help them both keep track of the volume of what Farran was taking that she now referred to as an enema. “That was 3 Farran…and here comes 4…now that’s a quart. How is it for you, love?” Jake whispered to her and then she looked around at him with her eyes half shut and with a lazy smile uttered something of a command, “A little faster, love…you can go a little faster now.” Lyman stepped up the cadence of the enema and just as he pumped each cup up Farran’s lovely arse, he counted and then called out each quart, “1…2…3…4, now you have taken 2 quarts, love.” Now Farran O’Flannery was sounding less erotic and a little more labored as she struggled to take the 2nd quart and Lyman wondered if she was going to be able to take her customary 3 quarts. “How are you doing love?” he inquired and she grunted in a pant, “Give me the rest and then I’ll thank you to hand me a towel when you help me out of the tub.” As Jake finished pumping that last cup of the 3rd quart of the enema into his fiancé’s gorgeous arse, he gently slid the enema tube out of her, dropped the syringe into the water and then arose to help her stand up. Then wrapping a towel around her he helped her out of the tub and was drying her off when she turned to walk to her toilet and without looking back uttered, “Now bathe yourself well handsome, I have plans for you tonight.”

Jake stepped into the tub and he sat down to wash himself, and then heard her laboring in her toilet, yet he thought he also detected some sensuality in her utterances. By the time he had finished washing his feet and now began to wash his “backside”, cleaning his own arse, he thought of giving his lovely Farran a good pussy poke and then he decided that the journey that lay before them was going to be difficult enough without her having to complete their long trip while she was pregnant and that was certainly a possibility if he had her pussy tonight. He would discuss it with her and when they got settled in Eureka and if she wanted to have his baby, then he would fill her lovely pussy clear full of his sperm every chance he could, both day and night. Tonight though, he thought as he probed his own arse with his soapy finger to get as clean as he could, he would have his lovely red haired Irish beauty up her sensuously curvaceous bottom and give her a good sperm enema. He felt his erection stiffen the more he thought about it. Yes it had been a little over a month since he had last been with her. Oh yes, he thought, my lovely Farran is going to get a very good sperm enema tonight- a copious amount of his thick, rich and creamy sperm.

Jake stepped out of the tub, grabbed a towel and started drying off, his erect manhood waving around as he did. For the moment he had his back to the main part of the room and failed to notice her slip up behind him as he bent to dry of his lower legs. “Oh you are a magnificently handsome man, Jake Lyman.” She said before she got too close to him, not thinking it wise to startle a Texas Ranger. Then she rapidly closed behind him, feeling his erect manhood with her left hand while running her right hand up the cleft of his arse. She delightfully declared, “Oh you washed your bottom very well, Jake. Most men forget that important detail when preparing to lay down with a woman.” He smugly said, “I would have thought by now darl’en that you’d figured out ain’t like most men.” She gushed, “So you keep showing me, handsome! Now be a gentleman and scrub my lily white Irish arse for me.” She stepped back into the tub and kneeled down while Jake sponged her arse, and as a final touch he massaged a soapy finger into her crinkle-star until he was satisfied and then he triumphantly declared, “There you are, my beauty, your clean enough to eat!” “Why Jake, what’s gotten into you? You make me blush!” She demurred to him. She had never even thought that was a remote possibility, but even the suggestion made her heart race to the point that she involuntarily gasped. Taking her man in her arse was taboo enough and illegal in almost every state in this country and certainly illegal in Texas, but merely the suggestion of…that… was tantamount the ultimate taboo. Of course, Spring had coerced a couple of men who worshiped her to perform that on her…to insert their tongues in her arse. But of course she did that to dominate them and they were clients who paid phenomenal sums of money to her for that privilege. Jake was not that kind of man in any way, shape, or form…still, she knew he loved her and she thought, ‘You never know what a lover, who is a lusty man, may do for you.’

Jake helped her step back out of the tub and then delighted in drying her off, again. The room was warm and she turned all of the covers down before she crawled onto her bed and bade him to lay down with her. She was on her back and watched as he crawled up to her, facing her saying, “So my lovely beauty, we stay here trying to put our fires out…or until we get real hungry. Is that the plan?” “That’s the plan love…we have all the time we want.” She beamed at him. Jake took her in his arms and slowly kissed her lips, then, feeling her tongue fill his mouth, he caressed her shoulders and then her breasts-each one a heavy handful. Slowly, he disengaged from her lips and began kissing his way along her neck, enjoying her reactions as he did so. Farran was not a woman to demure to her man all the time and it was not very long at all that Jake could feel her slowly change the momentum, as he felt her guide him to her breasts, inviting him to suckle on her large erect nipples and as he did so, she cradled his head as though she was nursing him. When Jake had enough of sucking and kissing her breasts, he was ready lick her sumptuous pussy and suckle her love button but he also wanted to verbally engage her mind, “I need to taste your womanhood, love; are you ready for that?”

She cooed to him, “Oooooh, love, you know I’m always ready for you to do that to me; you do it so well!” She had straddled men before, physically commanding them to service her, while holding their head as she thrust into their mouths. She had no such notions about Jake Lyman though; she didn’t have to hold him by the ears because he knew exactly what he was doing. Jake lifted both of her legs and put each one over his shoulders then pitched her over and back a ways so he had a comfortable angle before he opened his mouth and took her entire vulva in and gently sucked on it; teasing the moisture from the inside of her sweet pussy with his tongue. Farran lay on her back, with her legs spread up and apart by Jake’s shoulders, her ecstasy evident, as Jake separated the lips of her pussy with his tongue and began to suckle on her love button with his lips; alternating deep tonguing her pussy. She gushed her juices and a string of encouragement to her lover, “Oh yes Jake, oooooh! Yes…yes, just like that!” The lovely red-haired Irish beauty was not conscious of just how much of her feminine juices had already emanated from her down over her “taint” dipping onto her tight clean star crinkle. It was very easy for such a woman to self-lubricate when such a man like Jake Lyman was working his magic on her-especially when he mixed so much of his saliva with her natural juices. Farran was becoming completely absorbed in her pleasure and rightly so, for he was giving it to her like he loved her, instead of the heavy labor that too many men made it out to be.

Then the lovely Farran gasped in surprise-sucking in short choppy breaths-as Jake’s now slippery thumb massaged her button, his fingers playing with her pussy…and his mouth was kissing and sucking on the tender soft area just between her pussy and the star crinkle of her curvaceous arse. The sensations elicited an uncharacteristic high pitched set of moans out of her; she had never felt like this before, even as a giddy teenager! Her arms involuntarily reached forward and she lightly and lovingly caressed Jake’s head, which provided him with the motivation that allowed him to consider his next move. Jake Lyman knew that Farran O’Flannery was a Lady of the Evening, only now she was his special Lady of the Evening-all to himself and he intended to make her feel like he thought she was special. So there it was, something that he would never have even considered before; but he loved her, so the big man shoved her backward a little more and then lightly, ever so delicately, touched his tongue to her now much moistened crinkle-star. Farran let out a scream of ecstasy and Jake knew that she could be heard downstairs. What the hell, he thought; it’ll probably be good for Spring’s business! So his thumb massaging her love button and now three of his fingers playing with her pussy, the big ranger teased her lovely arse with his tongue, as Farran massaged his head and ever so slightly pressed into him. This was a first for her and somehow she thought that this man would have been the last to please her like this, in deed she had never experienced this before…but here he was; a lover like no other she had ever known!

He had thought after she was thoroughly cleaned out and then personally washed by him, that he may, depending upon her reaction, try to please her like this; after all, she was very erotic in her arse and even with her considerable experience with men, she more than likely had not experienced it before So he teased Farran’s delicate crinkle-star with his tongue and then they both came to realize that her entire erotic being was focused on the focal point of her entire sexual being at that moment in her life as his tongue slid up and into her bronze starfish, while his fingers stroked her sweet pussy. He spent the time to give her his best and her cooing and moans gave him the confidence that she really loved it. But Jake Lyman was not a man to linger too long on such a venture, even as he endeavored to give his lover a unique satisfaction that she had not felt before.

His cock quaked back and forth with the anticipation of penetrating his lovely Farran; though Jake remembered how she had struggled to take him their first time. This time he wanted to make it easier on her. He pulled up from her to pick up the jar of her balm; scooping a generous amount with two fingers of right hand and setting the jar back down, Jake massaged Farran’s love button with his left thumb, while two fingers of his left hand stroked her pussy and he thoroughly lubricated her lovely arse with two fingers of his right hand. He could feel her begin to push against his fingers with her arse and he could feel her push out to help his fingers enter her easier. She closed her eyes as she rocked slowly back and forth feeling all of his fingers in all the places that she really enjoyed. When he finally felt, by her relaxed openness, that she was ready, Jake gathered four of her big pillows and placed them so that when he gently rolled her over onto her belly, she was centered on those pillows and two of them lifted up her lovely arse and caused it to protrude out. The forward pillows let her big breasts keep from becoming too compressed. After slathering his manhood with a liberal amount of her balm, Jake came up behind Farran, nudging her legs apart as he slowly touched the little gape in her arse and he eased his body down on top of the red-haired Irish beauty. He put the same hand that had been in her pussy only minutes before back in to her and began kissing her neck, while slowly stroking and parting her arse with just the head of his manhood giving her time to relax and open up all the way to him. He felt her give a strong erotic grunt, suddenly opening up to him, as she pushed herself up against him and swallowed him deep into her lovely arse. Jake held still waiting for her lead as he felt her warm, moist, slippery tightness oscillate through a rhythmic clamp down and push as she got comfortable with his length and girth.

He bent his head down and kissed her cheek, then strained to reach her lips to kiss next and as he did so, she moaned, “Give it to me now love; nice and deep and slow.” As their lips met, Jake pushed his manhood as deep as he could into his lovely Farran’s ample bottom and felt his scrotum moisten against her wet pussy, as she groaned erotically, cooing, “Oh yes love…like that…just like that!” Jake had never felt anything quite like this physically and this was the most he had ever invested emotionally in a woman, which easily brought him to realize how much he loved her. Her hands found his and she took over her pussy, rapidly rubbing with one hand, while reaching back and rubbing his balls gently with the other. His balls captured by her hand Jake could only short stroke deep into her arse and he felt her rhythmically grip him and tighten her insides to grip him. Suddenly Farran let out a loud audible groan and then gushed, “Oh God…Oh…love…ahh…I’m falling over the edge love…try to come with me, if you can.” Suddenly realizing that he was actually trying to hold back, he released of his pent up sexual energy into a dozen long deep plunging strokes into his lover’s bottom and then Jake shuddered and tensed up violently, as a powerful orgasm overtook him. He felt jets of sperm pump out of him as ecstasy came across his entire being, pumping his love enema deep into her bottom; Farran, the woman of his desire was just now beginning the feeling of her afterglow.

Jake was struck dumb by his powerful orgasm and seemingly disconnected from his immediate reality he heard, perhaps in the distance, “Stay inside of me, my love…let me hold you inside of me.” It was Farran invoking him to stay…what…oh, his manhood was still up her lovely arse and she was urging him to stay there; why he thought…oh, right, she loves me and she enjoys the feeling…now suddenly he was conscious of what she was doing to him and she felt all of his muscles tense up again as the last vestiges of his semen was forced out of him into his lover’s sensuous arse. Jake tried to brace himself to take his weight off of her, as he came out of the haze of his orgasmic bliss. Fumbling to kiss her neck, he instead inhaled deeply taking in the scent of her hair and then asked her, “I think that there is enough heat left in the stove to make some warm water; would you like that, Farran?” She cooed, “That would be soothing, love, and while you’re at it, please load a couple of buckets into my toilet tank. As much I may like to, I know I can’t keep all of your spunk in me all night.”

Half an hour later after cleaning up and laying together in their afterglow, Spring knocked, saying, “Are you decent?” and when she heard the answer was no, she opened the door anyway and then bent down and picked up a tray of drinks and pickled meats and cheeses and traipsed in with a smile on her face saying, “Well with all of the commotion coming out of this room and being heard downstairs and all, well I just figured you two lovebirds could use a little nourishment.” Jake and Farran made no notion of modesty in front of the fully clothed Spring; they had all been intimate together before and this was just another extension. Handing a drink to Jake, “Monarch rye, a double-neat” and then handing Farran a glass, she said, “And for milady a generous glass of Jameson’s; and for your hostess: Yellowstone Kentucky Bourbon and a splash of branch,” She raised her glass saying, “To your health, your prosperity, and to a long life of happiness.” They clicked their glasses together and enjoyed their company for a while, until Spring excused herself, saying it was time to get back to her clients.

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[1] The reader is encouraged to research the life of John “Coffee Jack” Hays. His true story is better than any western fiction that has ever been written.

Author’s Note

Thank you for reading my work. This was my first work of erotic fiction and I found that I thoroughly enjoyed the process. I was inspired by my wife, who began to spontaneously spin an erotic tale to me as foreplay one night in a motel room on a vacation trip. She kept making it up as we traveled and for three nights in different motel rooms she would spin these erotic stories to me and each time we would have some of the sex that she described in her story. She finally ran out of steam, primarily because she had written nothing down, so I got out my laptop and began to be her scribe, but alas the novelty had worn off for her and her imagination had run its course so the only thing I could do was document her characters and their stories as far as she had gotten. I never dreamed that I would concoct over 160, 000 words of erotic fiction. I started off with a story, then in Chapter 30, I started to tell a secondary story within the main story (Tramp Stamp) and then in Chapter 32 (during Chapter 3 of TRAMP STAMP) I started telling a tertiary story (Lyman Rescues a Wagon Load of Lusty Trouble).

Now that this work is completed and published herein, my intent is to take excerpts of TRAMP STAMP and Chloe’s book “Lyman Recues a Wagon Load of Lusty Trouble” and share them with my wife. I have hinted to her that I was in the process of writing something to share with her; most of my writing time was masked in what she thought I was playing "Ghost Recon" on the computer, because I would say, "I gotta go kill something" to which she would usually say, "OK honey, go get it out of your system. "I hope that she will find them erotically entertaining as many of you have.

P.S. I adapted my idea for “Lyman Recues a Wagon Load of Lusty Trouble” from a scene from the movie THE COWBOYS, starring John Wayne. The great actor Roscoe Lee Brown (playing the camp cook, Jebediah Nightlinger) had stopped to fix a wagon wheel on a wagon full of Ladies-of-the-Evening and when he had completed the task, the women wanted to give him his proper reward: to which Nightlinger graciously responded, “Oh I have the inclination…and I certainly have the wherewithal…but unfortunately I just don’t have the time (he tips his hat); good day ladies.” I have never forgotten that scene from the 1972 movie!