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  "Don't worry, Pearl," Orion said. "I'll be careful." Using soap, water and a cloth he lathered me up.

  In the end, I wished he wasn't so thorough. I was hot and panting by the time the razor touched my skin.

  "You're going to be a good girl for us," Samson said as he held me open. "You're never going to want for anything ever again."

  "There." Orion finished and used plenty of water to wipe away the soap. He and Samson traced my bare cunny, sending sparks shooting to my nipples and from there, to my entire body.

  "So smooth." Orion's fingers teased me wickedly. "I'm going to give it a kiss." He bent and played with me, lapping at my center as I moaned loudly.

  "Not so fast," Jonas approached, holding the jar of ointment and the little wooden plug. "This goes in first."

  I whimpered when Orion moved away. My orgasm had been so close.

  "Just a few more minutes, Pearlie," Samson said as he handed me up to Jonas. Brock and Cash had already left, and Orion was half out the door. Samson paused. "Take care of her after," he ordered the younger man.

  "Of course," Jonas said with a flash of irritation, which he quickly lost to excitement. "Over my lap, Pearl. Bum towards the door; that's it. If anyone wants to, they could stand in the door and see your bottom hole winking at them. Now part your cheeks and show it to me."

  Squirming with humiliation, I did as he said, balancing on his knees and reaching back to grip my freshly spanked cheeks.

  "Now that's a beautiful sight," Jonas said and I felt him harden under me. "Your bum is all pink from your punishment, your pussy lips are pale and wet, and your asshole is nice and ready for its plug." My cunny dripped at the dirty talk and the feel of his oiled fingers inspecting my ass.

  "You're going to stay all nice and plugged for me, all day." Jonas set the oiled wood at my pucker and pressed it in slowly. "When I get home, you'll be stretched and ready, and you'll beg for me to put my cock in your ass while one of my brothers fucks your mouth. Isn't that right?"

  "Yes," I moaned. The thought of me being filled by two of my men at once was hugely erotic.

  Jonas chuckled, still working the plug in and out of my bottom hole, fucking me as if with a tiny phallus. I tensed as he slid it in further, and he stroked my back. "Relax, Pearl. We're almost done, and then I'm going play with your pussy. You'll get your reward for being a good girl soon enough."

  Taking a deep breath, I let it out and forced myself to relax. Jonas' cock was pressing hard against me, and I wriggled a little to encourage it. His breathing quickened above me and he stopped taking his time and the plug popped right in.

  "Cum for me." His fingers wasted no time stroking my little pearl. In no time, I was bucking and cumming over his knee.

  Sliding off his lap, I kissed his tented pants.

  "That's right, beautiful. Thank me for putting the plug in your ass."

  I sucked him down, all the while waving my bottom so he could see his handiwork. Every once in awhile, he leaned forward and smacked my reddened butt cheek, tugging at the plug a little.

  "I'm going to fuck you here tonight. We're gonna take you and impale you over and over again, claiming every hole. How does that sound?"

  Moaning against his member, I slipped my fingers between my legs and brought myself to orgasm again with him exploding in my mouth.

  * * *

  After that ardor-filled morning, I put on the one gown they had for me (with Cash's permission), and went exploring. I knew I could not be their wife forever, but in the meantime, I would try my best to find my place in their world. Roaming the house, I inspected all the rooms, starting with the water closet. That was by far my favorite place, though I also liked Cash's little office. He owned a few books and I spent several minutes looking at one on flowers with beautiful pictures before heading outside to the gardens.

  Around the lodge, they'd built a big barn and other outbuildings. One small building served as a smokehouse, judging by its smell.

  I could see their cattle dotting the foothills below the large mountain slope. The men were down there now, moving the cattle to water and fresh pasture.

  It was an efficient way to live, I thought as I wandered back into the house. Five men living together, sharing a space and helping each other. I couldn't help but think more women would help also. And children, of course.

  This last thought made me sad, and I hastened inside, where Cash found me.

  "Do you like our home?" He smiled, and I was struck by how handsome he was. Dark and neatly attired, he looked like the king of the mountain.

  "Very much."

  He came close to me. "What's wrong, Pearl? You seem sad."

  "I just don't know if I can do this. Be a good wife to you."

  "Do you know the games we play?"

  I nodded.

  "Pretend this is a game we're playing. I'll tell you the rules as we go. And as you break them," his voice lowered. "I'll punish you. Your husbands will train you to please them, Pearl. Don't worry."

  * * *

  "Why do you want to share a wife?" I asked over dinner.

  "It's a pact we made when we were lads," Brock said. "As we grew, it seemed like a good idea."

  "We grew up together in an orphanage," Cash explained.

  "What, all of you?" I hadn't asked about their childhood, but they had said they were used to sharing things.

  "I joined them later," Brock said.

  "And I was adopted for a brief time, and received some schooling," Cash said. "But, yes, we were all boys together."

  "It was horrible," Samson said.

  I stilled, watching all of them very carefully. Their expressions were strained with the memory. Finding Samson's hand under the table, I gripped it, feeling his callouses. Their life had been hard. My men carried scars on their bodies; I'd seen them and assumed they came from their work on the ranch. Now, I wasn't so sure.

  "That part of our life is over," Cash said quietly. "We survived."

  Some emotion flickered over Jonas' face, but I couldn't catch it. "We have Pearl, now."

  The men all brightened. I swallowed hard, and picked at my food.

  They thought I could be a good wife for them. I wondered if my leaving them would break their hearts as much as it would break mine. Maybe I could heal their old wounds before they sent me away to take proper wives.

  The sound of five chairs scraping back broke my reverie. The men had finished eating, and they were ready for the honeymoon to continue. My heart beat faster.

  Brock crouched next to me, looking up into my face. He must have caught a flicker of trepidation, because he took my hand and kissed it.

  "Our new wife is nervous," he told the others, before rising and tugging me to my feet. "Relax, love. Tonight, we'll do all the work."

  He led me to the bedroom, and by the time we got there, my heart was pounding and my cunt was slick and ready. Cash said my new husbands would train me, but my body was already primed to their touch.

  Still, as he leaned in for a kiss, I hesitated. Everything had changed.

  "Easy, lass."

  "Here," Jonas came forward with the scarves in his hand. "We use these tonight."

  I followed him and Brock with leaden steps to the headboard.

  "Lie down, Pearl," Orion commanded. My body obeyed, but as the men on either side of the bed took my arms, I protested.

  "Shhh, it's all right." Samson settled onto the bed between my legs. I was surrounded by big, beautiful men who desired me, but I felt trepidation. Could I give myself over to them every night, let them possess me completely, knowing our marriage would not last?

  As the men finished tying my arms and legs down, Cash leaned over me. "You're afraid of giving yourself over to us. Let us make it easy on you." He added the blindfold as the final touch.

  My breath left me as the light left my eyes.

  "Breathe, Pearl," Cash ordered. "No matter what happens, don't forget to breathe."

  I took a few steadying breaths,
and then felt his lips descend. I kissed him, reveling in his taste. Tobacco and spice. My Cash.

  "Good, lass," Brock said. He was next in line for a kiss. His stubble scraped my face. Once our lips parted, I rubbed my chin against him and he chuckled.

  "My turn." That was Jonas. His work roughened fingers touched my face as he took his kiss.

  "And me," Samson rumbled. The big man's lips pulled on mine, coaxing them open for his insistent tongue.

  After that kiss, I was gasping.

  Orion was last. His fingers traced my lips, then squeezed my breast before he claimed my mouth.

  "This is ours, now." A hand stroked my breast.

  "And this." Another at my pussy, driving me to climax.

  "Here." A finger, slick with my dew, probed into my ass. "She's stretched."

  "Do you think she's ready?"

  "No," I protested, clenching my bottom as hard as I could to keep out invading fingers.

  "You want this, Pearl." Cash's deep voice reverberated in my ear.

  "I can't," I gasped. "It's too much."

  "Ye can take it, lass," Brock murmured.

  "Tell us you want it."

  "I don't know," I gasped.

  Sharp fingers squeezed my nipples.

  "Don't lie to us. We can see your need. We can smell it."

  I cried out at the shame.

  "Lying will get you punished."

  Someone's fingers pinched my nipples, tormenting them. The effect had my hips wriggling with readiness.

  "We're going to fuck you and fill you. Over and over."

  "You're ours now, Pearl."

  "We're never going to let you go." No, no, you will, I wanted to say. This cannot be forever. But then my orgasm crashed over me, and I was soaring as my men murmured over me.

  In that moment, five men merged into one. My husband. Mine.

  I could give myself over to them completely. For a little while.

  Chapter Five

  A few days later, they took me to town, where I said my vows to Cash downstairs in the Red Petticoat

  Charlie the saloon pianist played a wedding march and Gabriel walked me down an aisle lined with pink and red petticoats. Opal, Jewel and Amy played bridesmaids, and Nettie supplied the food: endless crocks of good beans and rice.

  "I knew where you were the whole time," Jewel said when she and Opal and the rest pulled me upstairs to get ready for the ceremony. I had told them the whole harrowing story while they braided flowers into my hair. "I had no idea they wouldn't tell you where they were taking you."

  "Though that sounds quite exciting," put in Opal.

  "From the beginning, the men had approached me with the request to look for a woman who would accommodate all five. I recommended they come see you one by one so you could get to know them," Jewel explained.

  "Five men all the time… mmm," Opal said, and Jewel waved her and the rest of the women away, telling them to go downstairs to wait.

  "You all right, Pearl?"

  My cheeks were flushed, knowing what was waiting downstairs for me. A new life. A challenge I would have to face. "What sort of men want to marry one woman?"

  "I don't know, but you have a lifetime to find out."

  "I don't think I can be a good wife to them. It's more than just lying with them."

  "I don't know about that. Love and passion are so very important. A good lay with your husband is one of the best ways to ensure a happy marriage."

  I shook my head. I couldn't do this. I wasn't enough for one man; how could I be enough for five?

  Jewel put her hands on my shoulders. We both were of equal height, tall for women. She was blonde where I was dark, and confident where I was not.

  "Are you worried that you won't live up to their expectations?"

  I nodded, feeling tears close to my eyes.

  "I think you can be reassured on that front. These men care for you. I wouldn't let you go with them if they didn't."

  "Jewel, if things… if this marriage doesn't last, can I come back?"

  "Oh, Pearl. Of course, there will always be a place for you here." She pulled me into a hug, whispering in my ear, "But don't sell yourself short. It's not just your beauty and body they want, it's your love. And your love will be enough."

  A heavy knock on the door signaled Gabriel's arrival. It was time.

  "You'll be fine. You deserve to be loved. You deserve to be happy in your own dream and I promise, you are fulfilling five men's dreams as well." Jewel gave me one last hug, and I went to start my new life.

  * * *

  For days after, the men were elated, practically floating back up the mountain. Outwardly, I was happy, but inwardly, my heart was a cold pit of worry. I still hadn't told them I couldn't bear children. I had no idea how to do that and feared that their disappointment would crush me. My one thought was that I would stay with them for the summer, doing the best I could to please them, and hope that they would tire of me before first frost. I would give them a few months of fantasy, 'play the game' as Cash had recommended. And then I would leave them and become a happy memory. I only hoped the time with them would sustain me for the rest of my life, for after this I was surely destined to grow old alone.

  I threw myself into finding ways to please my men. My place in their bedroom was obvious, but during the day they all had chores and I looked for a way to be useful. After a few disastrous attempts at cooking, I was asked if I'd switch to helping clean up and serve instead. The men cooked and cleaned on rotation, with Brock and Samson making most of the food. I learned how to make tea and coffee.

  After breakfast, and any other activities we squeezed in before or after the morning meal, all the men went their separate ways. Cash might work in his office for a time, but even he followed the rest to the fields and the cattle to help tend the herd that was the lifeblood of the ranch. Brock and Orion would go out and hunt on the other side of the mountain, and butcher and smoke the meat. Jonas did woodworking and handled the horses. Cash could do sums, keep track of the money, and strategize about ways to bring more profit into the ranch. Samson did all the major labor; he could practically lift a tree out of the ground by its roots—so he chopped wood, mended fences, and built me a nice stone wall around my garden.

  Mornings, I fell into a routine of working in the garden, while the sun was low. Then I'd sweep and clean in the house; my standards of a clean house were higher than theirs. I planned to make soap and distill herbs for their essences. Later in the day, Orion also would come and work with me. He was easy to talk to, and while we raked and weeded, we made plans for an autumn and winter garden.

  I enjoyed the rhythm of work but still felt quite useless. The men never said anything—they enjoyed my body and my company, but I felt what I had to offer wasn't enough, and would never be enough.

  * * *

  "You all right, Pearl?" Cash asked one day as I was cleaning up the house. The rest of the men were gone on their midday chores; the dark-haired man and I were alone.

  "Fine." I leaned on the broom and smiled.

  "You're sure? Don't lie to me. Remember, naughty wives get punished."

  My insides clenched, but the sound of approaching horses reached our ears and brought a frown to my husband's face.

  "Odd," he said, moving to the door. "They're not due back until tonight…"

  I stepped out with him onto the porch. A lone man rode up, tall and dusty, and as rugged looking as any other man in the Territory. As he dismounted, the sunlight caught the star on his lapel. This was the sheriff.

  "Justice," Cash greeted the Culpepper sheriff. I hung back as my husband went to shake the man's hand. Sheriff Justice had been at my wedding, but his gaze rarely left his wife, Ruby, who had been a gem but one who wore a pink petticoat. He was an intimidating man and yet his love for his wife was obvious to any who saw them together.

  "I need to speak to you." The tall man glanced at me.

  "My office," Cash said. "Pearl, could you make the sheriff
some coffee?"

  I fidgeted as the coffee perked, wondering why the sheriff of Culpepper would ride up all this way to speak to Cash.

  When the coffee was done, I carried two mugs to the office and paused outside the door.

  "—not sure if he'd send someone up here or not. But I wanted to let you know." That was Sheriff Justice.

  There was a long pause before Cash sighed. "I figured it would come to this. He's not the type to sit quietly. They needed a scapegoat."

  Justice grunted. "You need to talk about contingencies."

  "We're not leaving here. Where would we run to? The ocean? That's why we were honest with you from the first. This is our home now. We've never had one before, but we've made a life for ourselves with the ranch, and a wife—"

  "I'm just stating facts, Cash. If their accuser catches up to them, with all the evidence and a witness, they'll hang."

  I drew back in shock. My foot must've made a noise on the floor, because Cash called, "Pearl?"

  I pushed the door open, trying to keep my face from looking too guilty. "Here's your coffee."

  "Thank you, wife." Cash motioned for me to put it on his desk. His hand rubbed wearily over his forehead. Worry wrinkles had deepened around his eyes.

  "Thank you, Mrs. Carter," the sheriff rumbled. "You enjoying it up here, with your new husbands?"

  So the sheriff knew the truth about my strange marriage. That surprised me; he was the law around here, and I thought we were hiding the truth from all the authorities. My husbands must trust Justice. I glanced at Cash for assurance and didn't answer until he nodded.

  "Yes, sir."

  "Good."

  I hesitated, wanting to ask if my men were in trouble, but Cash gave me a strained smile. "That will be all, Pearl. The sheriff and I will be out in a few minutes."

  I nodded, my mouth dry. "I'll just be in the garden."

  The sheriff came out of the house not fifteen minutes later, tipping his hat to me. I pretended to be busy weeding near the sundial, and kept my head down until a shadow fell over my hands.

  "Orion has this place mapped out pretty well." He squatted, and sifted some dirt through his fingers.

  I squinted at him, waiting for him to explain the sheriff's visit, but he returned to our earlier subject. "I asked you earlier if you were all right. Whether you were enjoying yourself here."