Force Fantasies Fiction

~ Hospitality ~
By Kat


Part 2


"Where's your man, ma'am?" he asked.

She thought quickly.

"He's hunting... He'll be back soon," she lied.

"Hmmm, I think he's been gone for some time and probably won't be back for some time," he contradicted.

She kept quiet. From the condition of the barn and field out back, it was obvious there was no man about the place.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Mary," she whispered.

She could make out a slight smile on his face as he said, "I guess you don't have any reason to lie about that... Well Mary, I'm Wes."

"What do you want?" she asked, ashamed of her voice for trembling.

"A little hospitality, that's all," he said soothingly. "Hey, you got any grub?"

She pointed to the kitchen.

"Could you show me?" he requested.

She stood and walked with him to the kitchen.

Nervously, she said, "There're only some leftover biscuits."

"That'll do," he said.

She removed the biscuits from the bread box, placed them on a plate, and offered it to him. He took several biscuits in his large hands and gobbled them in seconds.

"Good biscuits, Mary... Now would you be so good as to lead the way to the well?"

She did as he said. It was a moonlit night, and she watched as he drank from the ladle. She thought about running back into the house or trying to reach the shotgun, but she was sure she wouldn't make it before he caught up with her. She was afraid of what he would DO when he caught up with her.

"Shall we go back inside?" he suggested.

"Have a seat," he said, pointing to the armchair.

Again, she did as he said. He knelt in front of her. She tried to look away, but one of his strong hands gripped her chin and directed her face forward. He looked into her eyes. "Those eyes," she thought, "those cold, blue eyes." She couldn't keep from trembling.

"Now, I'm gonna tie you to the chair..." He paused as she shook her head. "... so I don't have to watch you every minute," he continued. "You're bein' a real good girl, Mary. I swear I'm not gonna hurt you."

He turned his head, looking around the room. Then he looked down at her legs.

"I'm gonna have to tear your skirt," he said. "It's gonna happen, so it won't do any good to shake your head."

He put his hands on her hips, grabbing the material of her skirt. She couldn't make herself move to resist. He pulled until the cloth was torn on the front and sides.

"Lift up, sweetie," he said. She didn't respond right away, so he said "Lift up... that's right. Good girl."

She stood before him as he pulled the garment down.

"You can sit down again," he prompted.

He tore strips from around the base of her skirt. She couldn't believe she was letting him tie her, but she didn't fight.

He ran a strip loosely under her arms and around the chair and another very tightly around the top of the chair. He tied her hands together, lifted and fastened them again to the strip above her head. Finally, he tied her ankles to the feet of the chair. None of the bonds cut into her.

"That's not so bad, is it?" he soothed.

She was petrified at what would surely happen now, so she didn't, couldn't respond to this question. She could only tremble and cry. All was lost.

She was relieved when he stood and walked into the bedroom. He was opening the dresser drawers.

He called out, "Did your man leave his shaving kit? Never mind, I found it. Found the soap and tooth brush too."

He was smiling when he walked past her and out the door, towel and toiletries in a bundle. For several minutes, she listened as the water occasionally splashed outside. Lum had put a vat close to the well, and Wes must be filling it with water for a bath.

He took his time, splashing and humming. The tune sounded like "Sweet Betsy from Pike." She had always liked that song. She wondered if she would still like it after this night. Would she like anything?

When she finally heard the water draining, she knew he had finished bathing. She was running out of time. Then she heard the whisking and spitting sounds of him brushing his teeth.

When he walked back into the cabin, he had the towel wrapped round him. He knelt before her. His body was very strong, which only frightened her more.

He reached behind him, gripped the lamp, and sat it on the little table next to them. He dimmed the flame slightly. He had shaved his face, a very handsome face.

"I'm still a little wet," he apologized. "I saw your husband's portrait in the bedroom, or is that your pa?"

"My husband," she had found her voice, which surprised her. "Wes?"


"Did you mean it when you said you wouldn't hurt me?"

"I wouldn't hurt a woman," he replied, sounding offended.

She supposed he had no reason to lie to her in this vulnerable situation, so she believed him. A single tear of relief fell from her right eye. He gently brushed it away.

He loosened and removed all her bonds. Thank you, God, she thought.

She found herself thanking Wes as well.

"You're very welcome, ma'am," he said sincerely.

He stared at her for a moment, then spoke: "I know you're wondering what's next, and I apologize Mary, but it's what you've been thinking. Now don't get crazy on me. I haven't been with a woman in a long time, and there's nothing you can say to talk me out of it. But that doesn't mean you can't enjoy it too. I'd much rather you enjoyed it."

Now she was sobbing. She'd been clinging to hope until then. Wes had been so polite and preoccupied with other things, she thought maybe he'd leave her be. Now this thing she most feared was going to happen.


Part 3



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