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Chapter Five

Will knew he was in trouble. This time, he just went along. Maybe he was being trained. To tell the truth, he didn't mind a bit. Thinking on it, he decided that he was actually damned lucky. He didn't mind, as long as the girls stopped adding women at the agreed upon point. He had doubts about his ability to contend with five of them. Any more was a definite impossibility.

It turned out to be fortunate that they had brought so many people along to help Dominga. On the way back they stumbled on some more slavers. These were leading a group of what appeared to be natives. They were bound together at the wrists and were being almost dragged along.

Hank had been scouting ahead, and rushed back to clue them in. "Looks like they coralled a bunch of Miwoks, to me. It happens all the time in these parts. Slavers raid a village and cart all of 'em off they can. Sell 'em for labor to the railroad and mines. Most of them die in a year or less. Plumb pitiful, if'n you ask me."

None of them liked it much, and were mad enough to do something about it. The only problem was that if any of the slavers lived, people would come after the ones who had done the rescuing.

Because of that, an ambush was set up. It may not have been very sporting, but in less than ten seconds all of the captors were dead. Hank spoke enough of the language to discover that it had happened pretty much as he had expected. The rest of their group had been wiped out. They were all that was left.

The Miwok lived in small bands, with one central village roughly in the center. They were offered all that their captors owned, and gladly took the horses and weapons. After thanking their rescuers, they began to make their way back to their people. It looked like they had some friends in the area now. An offer to trade had been extended, and a promise to relay the message recieved.

Shortly after arriving home, Carrie pulled Will aside to talk in private. "What do you suppose would happen if the natives were better armed than the white man this time?" she wondered. With this slavery shit, I'd like to find out."

Will didn't like the idea much, and told her so. "I used to be a history teacher, Carrie. I know the white man wasn't right in what was done to the natives, but there are some groups that would go nuts with modern weapons. If repeaters and automatics got into the hands of the Comanche or some of the others, it might work out just the opposite from. what we remember."

After a bit more thought, he reconsidered. "It probably wouldn't, though. Organization and numbers are what helped the white man wipe out the red. That hasn't changed at all. The first modern weapon captured would be duplicated in no time. After that, it would be over faster than before. The natives don't have foundries or gun manufacturers. We sure couldn't make enough to count, either. I don't have a thing against providing them what we can of what's already here, but the modern ones are not a good idea."

Carrie sighed, but had to agree. "Yeah, I see your point. I don't like it, but you're right."

She came up with an idea then that Will didn't see a thing wrong with. "There's a lot of good land around this place. I wonder if we could talk one or more of the men into claiming a big chunk and seeing if one of the tribes wanted to live on it. At least we could save some of the culture. In our time, there weren't many of the Miwok left."

"That's not a bad idea," Will replied. "Heck, if we manage to get a town started around here, they could even sell their baskets and things to get some extra cash. Besides that, nobody could attack them without giving us a reason to kick their ass. They'd have to tresspass to get to them. Let's run that idea past the boys and see how they like it. If we get a taker, we can ask the Miwok if they show up to trade."

Hank was all for the idea. "Them Miwok is good folks," he told them. "They's peaceable, unless somebody messes with 'em, too. I knowed a few of 'em, and we got along fine. Hard workers, too. I bet if I started a ranch, I could pay 'em to tend to the stock."

Jess jumped on that. "I been wonderin' what I was gonna do with them beef critters. I know about horses, but ain't ever messed with them. They'd make a decent start on a herd."

"They would at that, Jesse," Hank said dejectedly. "Trouble is, I ain't got no money to buy 'em."

"Hell, son," Jess chuckled "you'd be doin' me a favor by takin 'em off my hands. They's screwin' up my pastyre an' shittin' all over everything in sight. I seem to have a ready-made place to put 'em, too. Zed's place is rightly mine, I figger. You put 'em there and keep it up for five years, and they'll belong to you. How's that suit ye?"

Hank could hardly believe it, but didn't want to accept. "I don't want no charity, Jess. I aim to pay for what I got. I cain't do it right off, but I will. Mebbe we can work out a deal?"

Jess scratched his head and smiled "Mebbe so. Tell ye what, You keep me in beef fer those five years I said, too. I ain't got time to hunt, what with everything else goin on. It'd save me a heap o' trouble."

Hank still didn't think it was enough, but eventually he agreed. They shook on it and he promised Jesse he'd get the herd moved by the end of the week. He wanted to check Zed's old place out for damage before moving them. Will's suggestion of hiring the hands that had come with him was appreciated, too.

Since Will knew he was "stuck with" Dominga, he decided to spend some time with her. First off, he showed her the gold. She was amazed at that, but when she saw where it came from, her eyes lit up. "Madre de Dios! I wish father could have seen such a thing!" she exclaimed. "There will be much gold here, I think."

Will had thought ahead. Jughead was loaded up with every tool he thought they'd need. He found out right away that he knew even less than he had believed about mining. Just the way Dominga used the tools told him that much. The way she seemed to know just where to use the drill to get the most color amazed him.

They worked for hours, and Will had trouble keeping his mind on the job. She wasn't doing it intentionally, but Dominga was very distracting. Watching her breasts jiggle as she worked, or the sight of her heart-shaped ass as she leaned over in front of him was enough to make him want to "stake" another claim.

Every time she caught him looking, she only smiled. By the time they left, every bag Will had was full of ore. There were more that he could have brought, but he hadn't wanted to overload the mule too much. After carefully covering the enlarged opening with brush, they cleared up any other obvious signs of activity before leaving.

They met up with the youngsters at the barn. They had been just as busy. Between the three of them, they must have panned over a pound of gold from the creek. Everyone else had been just as busy. Nobody would suffer for not having a roof over their heads tonight. Somebody had even managed to build a coop for the chickens.

The plan for tomorrow seemed to be building two more cabins for our Italian neighbors in the valley they would be using. It was a little too far to travel each day for them. Jess was content where he was. The box canyon he was using for his herd was close enough to suit him, and he wanted to stay where he had company. He swore that he didn't need much help to tend to his horses, but Will didn't see it.

Nancy backed him up, though. She figured that if Jess and Becky had managed on their own, there wasn't any reason that they couldn't. The canyon had already been fenced off. With some help building a barn and some fenced in areas for breeding, they would have everything under control.

The only problem that night was Dominga. It seemed that she was somehow the only one without a place to sleep. Sensing the trap, Will volunteered to sleep outside. That caught the plotters flat-footed. None of them had anticipated the possibility of their plan not working, and they didn't like it much.

"Why you fight so much, the destiny?" Gia wanted to know. "You know Dominga be the wife, why you resist?"

She had a point, Will decided. It surprised him that Dominga didn't mind having an audience, though. When asked, she just said "We will sleep in the same bed. It is only proper that we do everything else there. I do not mind this." She actually blushed when she added "I think I will like it even more."

They had to take turns in the shower. Will hadn't planned on a crowd when he'd installed it. More than two just wouldn't fit, no matter how friendly they got. Naturally, Will got to share his with Dominga. Resisting her in the shower was not easy. As with all the others, she was "firm and fully packed".

She stood about 5' 6" or so, and was just as shapely as the others. Dominga was as slim as Becky, with narrow hips. Her breasts were smaller than the others, but no less delightful. Those little brown nipples were the one lure that he couldn't manage to ignore, and he had a nibble or two. From her reaction, Will figured she didn't mind much. It was more difficult removing his lips than it had been resisting the urge to latch on to one of those nubbins. Of course, she hadn't had both hands in his hair, then.

They were the last in line, and the other three had saved them a spot right in the middle. Will had all the help he needed to make sure his newest bride was ready for him. As soon as her head hit the pillow, Gia kissed her. Becky and Carrie had just as much trouble staying away from those twin peaks as Will had, because they latched on right away. That only left one possibility for Will.

"Goody!" he chuckled, "I ain't had dessert yet!" before diving in for a furry little treat. Dominga let out a squeal to let him know that she thought it was a fine idea. He kept it up until she had finished bucking for the second time before his other brides informed him it was time to mount up.

Gia did the honors of guiding Will in, and kept a close watch to make sure he was doing things the right way. The other two made it hard for Will to do anything but enjoy the furnace that was clamped like a vise around his dick. There hadn't been anything in the way, but Dominga was by far the tightest thing he'd ever encountered.

She was just as hot in other ways, too. In three strokes, she was babbling in spanish between kisses. In less than a minute, she was bucking like Becky had instructed her on just how to do it. There was another big difference that stood out about her. She was a moaner, not a screamer. The lower volume was actually nice for a change. When she went off, it was still easy to tell. She sucked in a big breath and started to shake.

Her hips would raise off the bed quite a bit, too. For Will, the easiest way to know when her orgasm arrived was that the pussy that had seemed impossibly tight to begin with, latched on to his prick like a fucking bear trap. This happened twice, and the second time, Will would have joined her if it had been possible to squeeze anything past the human cock ring he was encased in. He had to wait until things loosened up again before unloading.

When the gasping for air and panting stopped, Will was in for a shock. Carrie asked Dominga how old she was and got "Almost fourteen. Why do you ask?" for an answer.

Everyone but Carrie couldn't understand why that should bother Will. Becky finally laid down the law, as usual. "I don't know how they do things where y'all come from, but around here, that's marryin' age. Hell, me an' Gia was done old maids! I figgered I'd never get married even if I found a man I could tolerate because I was too danged old."

Even if Will hadn't taught history, he should have realized that. In this time period in his former life, that had been the way it was. He was determined that other things would be different, though. The average life expectancy for this time period was less than forty years old. It was one of the reasons they had started so young. For a lot of them, their lives were already half over.

Will knew it was strange to be laying in the middle of a bunch of beautiful naked women and thinking about what he was, but just couldn't help it. He knew how to make a crude form of penicillin. During his college chemistry class, he had done just that with no more material than what he presently had. He had used a cantaloupe in the project, but a citrus fruit would suffice. A lot of people had died from common ailments that a simple antibiotic would have cured in days. Will was convinced that Jesse could handle the job at the same time he was dealing with his little brewery/distillery. It wouldn't take that much room.

His wandering mind was jerked back to the present when his dick was suddenly engulfed in something warm and wet. With his thoughts on wonder cures, he certainly hadn't been in any shape for it to be one of the girls' lower openings. Looking down, he saw that someone had taken it upon themselves to further Dominga's education. As a former teacher, he could appreciate the thought.

He appreciated Dominga's natural ability even more. She seemed to be a natural, and was already doing at least as well as her teachers. In minutes, she left them in her wake. Before he knew what hit him, Will gasped out a warning.

He was sure that she had heard him, but her only reaction was to back off a bit and swirl her little pink tongue around his shaft. That didn't help his staying power one damn bit. He didn't know how much he'd let loose, but she sure didn't miss a drop of it.

As he deflated again, she looked up and smiled, as she said "I liked that, did you?"

He just groaned and pulled her up for a kiss. She must have taken that for a yes, because he ended up satisfying every one of them. After each, she wrapped those talented lips around him and raised the dead.

Will woke up the same way he had dozed off. 'Dominga must think my dick is a pacifier' ran through his mind. Soon thereafter, he found out she had other uses for it.

When she saw his eyes were open, she mounted right up for a morning ride. "Finally, you wake up! she sighed as her tight little snatch was filled to the brim. I only got one time last night, and would like to start my first new day with my husband with the second!"

Dominga had no knowledge of just how long a piss induced hard-on could last, and from the way she was enjoying his increased staying power he wasn't about to tell her. He didn't mind occasionally waking like this, but not on a daily basis! He couldn't even cum when she did, and Gia took her place before he could blink. He was glad she didn't clamp down quite as hard during her orgasm. He was able to join right in. The other two pretended to pout, but he could see in their eyes that they thought it had been funny.

As soon as he could get cleaned up a bit, Will hurried to gather a few things before heading for the barn. When he explained to Carrie what he was up to, she insisted on helping. They made one stop along the way. Will had a few fruit trees, and he picked several lemons and oranges.

When they got to the barn, the preparation took only minutes. He cut each fruit in half and put it in a plastic bag, after brushing each section of exposed fruit with a q-tip that he rubbed on the windowsill first. He then added several drops of water and a dash of milk. He only put the milk in half of them. He left the bags open, and placed them in a cardboard box.

As he carried it to the cabinet, he explained "I used cantaloupe in my project, but I don't have any of those. Fruit is supposed to work just as well. The milk was just for the lactose. It's supposed to speed up the process some. I didn't do that before. That's why I didn't try it on all of them this time. Now all we need to do is put this somewhere warm and dark. Hopefully, we'll grow the right thing."

"I tought penicillin just grew on bread" Carrie said.

"It would," Will admitted "but the only bread we have made right now has salt in it. Mold doesn't like sodium. Fruit works just as well, if not better. The trick is not growing the wrong kind of mold. What we want is blue-green in color. If it looks red, pink, or just green, we don't want it. That's the 'bad' mold, and it's poisonous. We just have to wait and see, now.

Her next question was "I thought you had to use penicillin in a syringe."

"Yep," Will replied. "Grandpa was a diabetic. There's two boxes of unused syringes in the closet. I figure we can sterilize and re-use those without much trouble. Heck, I'm pretty sure you could hide it in orange juice or something. They had pills, after all."

He made another detour on the way back to the cabin. There were several Willow trees down by the stream. Carrie caught on to that one right away. "Willow bark tea! That one I know, heck, we used that all the time when there wasn't any asprin in the house."

She was confused again when he also gathered some birch bark, along with some leaves. "This is really good as a poultice for wounds. It's an anti-bacterial and anti-viral agent. There's also Chamomile, Feverfew, and Comfrey growing around here. I'd like to pick the brains of those Italian ladies, too. They're bound to know more than I do. Everything I know about it, I learned from my grandma. We'll need all we can get. I never kept much of a medicine chest. All I have besides a shit-load of leftover pain pills is some alcohol, iodine, asprin, and some bandages.

They didn't even need to ask the women. As soon as Bianca saw what Will was carrying, she jumped on the bandwagon and asked what else he knew. That didn't take long, but seemed to please her.

"It is more than most men know," she informed Will before asking him if he knew whether some other things she thought they might need grew around there. Some he knew, and some he didn't but it was more than they had to start with.

She barely let Will put his burden down and grab a basket before dragging him off to hunt up the things he knew how to find. Carrie came along, and they both learned a lot from the older woman. Along the way, she spotted other things to gather.

Will hadn't known you could use Shepherd's Purse to stop bleeding, and he sure hadn't known about Elderberries for chest problems. That was just a couple of the things she got excited about. The only reason she let him stop was that they had no room to carry more.

Since Bianca obviously knew more than they did, all of their production was taken over by the older lady to be processed. While a lot of the old remedies might not work as well as the synthetics, they did work. It was enough to ease their minds somewhat.

After a quick bite, they headed back to Altaville. Frank had ended up using most of the stock they bought the last time to make stoves for the cabins. The man was in love with Will's shop, or at least with what modern tools could do. He did melt some to pour into his prototype molds, though.

Will had asked him if he ever slept when Frank showed off the molds for the Ruger and Interarms .44's. "Not much," he admitted. "It's them gal's fault, though! I swear, I could squeeze at least four hours in if'n they'd calm down a mite!"

"You complainin'?" Will had asked."

"Not so's you'd notice," Frank replied with a shit-eating grin. There's things more important than sleep. Work is just one of 'em!"

Altaville was a busy place. It was easily four times larger than Melones, too. It bothered Will that he had to buy from the foundry, though. Most of the work was done by slaves. He didn't see any way around it, however. Once that was done, they picked up as much as they could with the room they had left. All but one of the items was needed. The one that wasn't, Will just happened to see. He picked up a case, figuring he might need to use it sooner or later.

The group that went on the shopping trip this time had been mostly women. Will and Jess were the only men who had gone. They must have presented an inviting target because of this. Halfway back to the claim, they were ambushed from the right side of the road. It was a perfect place for the attackers. The terrain was steep and rocky, and there were numerous places for them to hide.

The first shots took out one of the horses pulling the wagon, so they couldn't even run for it. Another nicked Will, and he jumped into the wagon bed next to him for cover. An idea came to him right away. In fact, he hit his head on the damn thing when he landed.

While the others were firing back from the little cover to be found, he pried the lid off of his 'just in case' box. He was happy that he could reach the caps and fuse, and quickly prepared a couple of his "giant firecrackers".

Will yelled to the others and asked them to keep the bad guys pinned down for a minute before lighting the first one and letting it fly. The resulting explosion spooked the horses, but it spooked the attackers even more. After the second one, they began to run. That put them in the open, and all four were quickly picked off.

Thankfully, Will had the only injury. It stung like hell, but wasn't bad. He had been grazed on the top of the thigh in the first volley. His horse was the hardest to catch. It wasn't injured, but the bullet hitting the saddle had scared the hell out of it. The explosions probably hadn't helped much, either. After that, they found the horses of the bandits and used one of them to replace the one pulling the wagon that had been killed.

They found something else with the horses. A wagon, with with two bound and gagged women in the box. The scum that had attacked them had been busy. The two freed captives opened up right away when they realized they had been rescued.

Their one doing the talking was Elizabeth, who was twenty-two. The other was her sister Katherine. She was nineteen. "It was awful!" Elizabeth explained. "They just rode right up and shot daddy like he was a rabid dog! Then they tied us up and carried us off in our own wagon. They said they could sell us for five golds apeice in town!"

She broke down then, and her younger sister took up the tale. "We tried to talk father out of coming here, but after he lost all our money, he was determined to travel to America in order to strike it rich. My sister and I knew nothing good would come from it. There was really nothing left for us in England except the poor-house, though. Our father had invested everything we had in a cargo bound for here. He had borrowed heavily, besides that. The ship was somehow lost on the way, and the debts were due."

"Poor daddy," Elizabeth sniffled "He just wasn't equipped to handle what we found when we arrived. I have no idea what we're to do. We have nothing, and no one. There is no family in England, even if we could go home. There's nothing for us here, either."

Will saw the look in the eyes of his mates. His "brunette alert" had been ringing loud and clear since finding the ladies. Both were stunning. The older had a figure even more extreme than Gia. He'd be willing to bet she was packing a pair of 38's. The younger was also very pretty, but not nearly as extreme. In fact, with the dress she was wearing, she appeared to be completely flat-chested. Still, The younger one impressed Will much more than her abundantly endowed sister. She was the calm and collected one.

She proved that once more by asking "Is there any way we might prevail upon you for some sort of employment? I have no idea what will become of us, if not. I am very sure that it will not be pleasant, however. We may not seem like it, but I can assure you that we both know how to work. We're especially good with horses, if you need help in that area. we grew up breeding and training them for father's stables. We would be glad to do anything to keep us out of the clutches of vermin like the ones who abducted us, though."

Will noticed the sudden increase in Becky's interest before she spoke. "We might have need for a hand or two," she said. "It ain't no easy job, but this ain't an easy place. Let me see your hands."

The girls looked confused, but offered them. After a good look, Becky nodded. "Looks like you've done some work," she admitted. "Calluses like them you got is only earned by workin'. My pa has a horse ranch by us, an' he's a bit short-handed. He'd never admit it, but he could use some help. We'll give it a try, and see how you handle yourselves."

The girls were obviously relieved, and as if to prove their point, each began to saddle a horse to ride. Becky stopped that before it got started. "Somebody has to drive the wagon," she informed them. Since we're already mounted, you get the job."

Instead of complaining, the girls simply shifted gears and started harnassing. While they were occupied, Carrie and Helen gathered anything valuable from the erstwhile kidnappers. There wasn't a lot.

Will raised his eyebrows when they dumped the antique weapons into the wagon, and Carrie explained "The Miwok might appreciate these. If they drop by to trade, we can use these."

Will smiled, and said "Good thinking. I hear they make some mean baskets. We might get a few for those. Remind me to scrounge up some bullet molds and such for 'em next time we go to town. I forgot to pick up some lead, so I imagine it'll be soon."

The girls were anxious to earn their keep. As soon as they got home, both of them insisted on caring for the horses. Will's mates were just as anxious for him to help them. "They do not know where to find things," Dominga pointed out. "You must help them, so they may quickly finish!"

Much to Will's relief, Jesse was in the barn working. He soon had Elizabeth occupied talking about her experience. Katherine worked as she talked, and Will found out a few things, too. Her family had an estate, complete with a stable of horses. She spent almost all of her time with them."

I'm sorry to say that I much prefer the four legged variety of company," she admitted. "I've never quite fit in. I would much rather be in pants and a shirt, working. I simply detest all the primping and such that most women are so obsessed with. As a result, my social skills are somewhat lacking. I hope that you can forgive me."

"Heck, Kate" Will chortled. "It just shows that you've got better sense than most people. We're not big on gettin' all dressed up around here, ourselves. I have a feeling you'll fit right in."

She had a really pretty smile. She demonstrated as she replied "Kate? I think I quite like that name. It doesn't sound so feminine, and as such, suits me much better than Katherine. Now all I need is some proper working attire!"

As soon as the horses were tended to, Will had Carrie fix her right up. There were still three trunks of his old clothes in the attic. By this time, His devious "first mate" had tumbled to his interest in the slim englishwoman. She insisted that Kate model her new wardrobe for him.

This caused Will's intrest to increase tenfold. Kate had boobs, alright. The shirts proved that. They were small specimens, to be sure, but they were definitely there. Her waist was so small that he wondered if he could circle it with both hands, as well. Her hips fit the rest of her and were also narrow. When added to her cute face, the effect was devastating.

The more Will stared, the deeper Kate's blush became. Finally, she could stand no more and said "Well, what do you think?"

She turned completely red when Gia pointed to the unmistakable bulge in his own outfit and proclaimed "He like it just fine, I think. I would be careful around him when bending over in the barn, if I were you. He may not be able to resist such a temptation. After all, he is but a man!"

"Me?" she finally managed, "But I look like a boy! My sister is the one men fall all over themselves for. They pretend that I don't even exist!"

Will managed to move his stare to her face and proclaimed "Kate, you are one beautiful woman!"

He didn't get to elaborate. His wives led the perplexed young woman away with the excuse of needing to find some shoes. He turned when he heard laughter, and Nancy remarked "You sure stepped right in that one, buster. I'd bet anything that girl has never had a man tell her she's pretty. As soon as she comes to terms with that, she's gonna be right back here fishin' for some more male attention. From the looks o' things, you better dish it up thick. Them others is gonna be a mite peeved if'n you don't!"

"I don't think that'll be a problem, Nancy" Will replied. "Kate is a fine looking woman. Besides that, I like her a lot. She's got the kind of pretty that goes a lot further than the outside. It might not look like it, but that's one tough little filly!"

Will heard the giggles, and knew he had been caught. He wasn't surprised to find Kate surrounded by his wives when he turned around. What did surprise him made his chin hit the floor. It seems the fashion show hadn't been quite over.

They had saved the best outfit for last. Kate was wearing a shirt that had probably last seen the light when Will was twelve years old. The tails were tied under her breasts, exposing her narrow waist. If that hadn't been enough, the shorts that were just as old would have been. It looked like the "Daisy Duke" look was making a comeback. Will certainly hoped so!

No sooner had the wolf-whistle escaped his lips, when Elizabeth walked in with Jess. She took one look at her "little sister" and exclaimed "Katherine Louise Montgomery! What are you thinking, running around half dressed like that!"

"I think Kate looks mighty fine, myself," Will drawled. "Mighty fine indeed! I don't think it's everyday attire, though. None of the men would ever get any work done. At least I know I wouldn't."

He was saved further argument from an unexpected source. Jesse made a point of studying Elizabeth before stating "He's got a point there, Liz. I'm bettin' you'd look just as fetchin' in an outfit like that!"

The look on Nancy's face screamed "blood in the water!" as she seconded Jess's opinion. Elizabeth actually looked pleased with the comment as Nancy led her away whispering.

The rest of them had fun kidding Jess about his comment, especially Becky. "Gee, dad" she wondered, "are you sure your heart can take another one? We wouldn't want you to overdo it or anything."

"Now looky here, missy!" Jesse blustered "if'n Liz happens to take a shine to me, I ain't about to disapoint her. I'll just have to do the best I can. I think I can keep up, as long as the rheumatiz don't keep me from it."

The last was said in such a deadpan voice that Becky cracked up. "Rheumatiz? Pop, you're gonna have to do better than that. We all know better. There ain't a thing wrong with you!"

Beck had help, too. Dominga chimed in with "I think that if Jesse have problem with something being stiff too much, it will not be his back!"

Jess was good natured about the comments, and actually seemed to like them. Will was happy, too. One more target meant that there might be less directed his way. He had only caught part of the exchange, anyway. Kate was still there in her outfit.

He finally couldn't take any more, and asked "Shouldn't you change?"

When she replied "Why, don't you like my clothes?" Will replied "I like them way too much, Kate. That's the problem. You see, if you keep wearing that, I'm not going to be able to restrain myself much longer. I'm only human."

"In that case," she said "the answer is no. I'm going to wear this until you make good on that threat, and not one second less."

Will had expected at least a squeal when he threw her over his shoulder. Instead, he got giggles. There was a lot of laughter behind them, too. Especially when Kate grabbed his ass for a handle. Will didn't mind. He hade one of his own to play with that was very enjoyable.

He marched them right through the bedroom and into the bathroom, before setting her down. He leaned over and kissed her and was surprised at the fire in the one he got in return. He managed to separate them enough to start on buttons but must not have been fast enough for her. She pushed him away a bit more and went to work on his.

She gasped when his cock burst free and smacked her in the chin. She was staring like a deer in the headlights for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and stating "I've never seen one of these before. I have to say that the sight is quite intimidating. Especially since I know how small the space is that I desperately wish it to occupy. I suppose if children can pass in the opposite direction, we shall manage it, though."

Kate tentatively reached out and grasped his shaft with one of her small hands. She began to gently jack him off, and when a drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip, extended a dainty pink tongue for a taste. She seemed to consider it for a moment before deciding whether she liked it or not.

Will figured she must have, because her next move was to sink roughly three inches of his cock into her lovely mouth. The combination of her earlier show and the way she constantly swirled her tongue around the head, quickly had him groaning. Her response to his warning was to jack him harder and moan.

The moan did it. Will unloaded his offering into her greedy mouth as she sucked for more. She might have kept going if he hadn't pulled away. "Too much!" He gasped. "Any more of that, and I won't be worth squat later!"

Kate looked up at him and pouted "Pity. I quite like doing that. We must do it often."

Will smiled at her blush after realized what she had said. "I quite agree, my dear," he said in a very poor imitation of an english accent. "I am anxious to dive between those creamy young thighs of yours to aquire a sample of my own. I trust that you will permit me if the opportunity arises?"

He pulled the blushing girl to her feet and proceeded with the unveiling. Kate was still almost fully clothed, but that was soon rectified. There had been no brassiere, which didn't surprise him. His wives had dressed her, after all. She didn't need one anyway. Will was no expert on breast size, but would have guessed her to be around a 32B. On her, they looked perfect. Anything larger would only have detracted from her beauty.

He thought Kate's ass was a masterpiece. It was perfectly sculpted and defined. He didn't know if the term "bubble butt" existed here, but she had a textbook example of one. Will managed to restrain himself from sampling her dainty looking bush, but it wasn't that difficult. She had been through a lot of things the last few days, but a shower wasn't one of them.

Afterward was another matter. He didn't dive right in, though. In fact, it took over half an hour getting to that juncture. It was time well spent, as far as he was concerned. Kate swore she had never been kissed before, but she sure liked it a lot. Not as much as she enjoyed the attention Will lavished on her pert little titties though."

At one point, she gasped "Don't you think they're too small?"

She squaled when he bit her nipple and replied "Don't bother me, I'm eating. It would be impolite to answer with my mouth full of your beautiful breast!"

She got the message, and laid back to enjoy what he was doing. When he finally arrived at his ultimate destination, she was just as eager as he was, but incredulous. "I thought you were kidding! she gasped. Do men really do that?"

He raised his dripping chin long enough to reply "This one does!" before going on the attack again. If she replied, Will didn't hear her. He had wrapped his lips around her clit and started giving it hell. As a result, Her muscular thighs clamped him in place. He could still hear her scream.

She only released him in order to drag him into place by his already abused ears. "Enough!" she gasped. "I see what you meant, earlier! Put it in!"

Will loved virgins who weren't afraid to work, especially those who had spent so much time on the back of a horse. He didn't expect a hymen, and wasn't dissapointed. It still took quite a bit of time and effort, but eventually he managed to get everything where it belonged.

This pleased Kate almost as much as it did Will. Like Becky, she had her fill of gentle pretty quick. He was just happy she didn't share the redheads habit of clawing his back. He would probably have hand prints on his ass for a week, though. The way she was gripping it, she expected to cram his whole body into her twat. Will wouldn't have minded a bit. The part that was in there now certainly was enjoying the environment.

He barely lasted long enough to join his new bride as she reached her first orgasm induced by a cock. Exhausted, he rolled over to put her on top. He thought it was to recover, but Kate had other ideas. She kept right on going. It felt so damn good that Will had no choice but to participate.

This position offered Will the chance for a little payback, too. He clamped his hands on her tight little ass for a squeeze of his own. He didn't expect the reaction he got. Kate went into overdrive and her tight pussy began to spasm around his shaft in a most interesting fashion. On impulse, he wet a finger in her abundant juices and slipped it up her pucker.

This caused an immediate and intense reaction. Her head flew back, her ass sped up, and she let out a scream that Becky would be proud of. Just as he felt her loosen up as she came back down from her high, her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed on top of him.

At first, Will was frightened that something was wrong. Then he realized she had just passed out. 'Damn!' he thought 'I guess I should be proud of myself!'

When Kate came to, there were four nude and smiling women leaning over her. She gave a smile of her own in return, and said "You were right. It was spectacular!"

"Just don't be gettin' no fancy ideas," Becky warned her. "There's four more of us, and you'll have to share."

"I don't think that will present a problem," Kate answered. "I doubt that any one of us could survive him alone!"

"Be careful, what you say" warned Gia. "We do not want our husband to become conceited!"

Will was used to being talked about like he wasn't there, so he decided to latch on to Carrie's nipple that conveniently was dangling over his lips. When she noticed that all the scenery had him back in action, she wasted no time in claiming his latest erection for her own. Becky jumped on the other end and had a seat. After a while, Will heard some moaning that wasn't coming from his riders. He wished he could peek, but suffered through.

Not even Kate was surprised when they found Liz enjoying her coffee while seated in Jesse's lap the next morning. Immediately following breakfast, everyone old enough to work gathered for the day's project. The former slaves that Zed had owned refused to work on their cabins until every person responsible for their freedom had one of their own.

It came as quite a surprise for them when the whole crew showed up to return the favor. Will had a chance to talk to Frank as they worked, and went over the firearm production. Some of the equipment his dad and grandpa had in the shop, he wasn't even all that positive how to use. He had seen it done, but that was the extent of his knowledge.

There was a gun drill, for barrels, a reamer, and a set-up for button rifling. The two of them had been fanatical about upkeep and restoration of old weapons. Fortunately, his father had kept copious notes on what did, and didn't, work for him. Rifling was new to Frank. When Will explained the effect on the bullet, he was eager to learn all he could about it, and quick. The barrels were ready to drill.

By the end of the day, three of the cabins were done. The black folks were still unable to believe that they were treated no differently than anyone else. In this place, that just did not happen. They almost fainted when everyone was seated at the same makeshift table. Their jaws really dropped open when they noticed that Will and Carrie were cooking the meat on one of the communal outdoor grills that had been built. Some of the women had taken care of the rest of the dishes, and everyone was soon eating and enjoying themselves. Jess even broke out his first batch of beer, to everyones delight. Will thought it was every bit as good as his. That made sense, he figured, since Jesse had used his recipe.

Will even got a good night's sleep for a change. All of his mates has worked their cute little asses off right alonside the men, and they were as tired as he was.

Carrie cornered him alone in the bathroom before they turned in and asked a question that had been bothering her since they had mated Becky. "Were you always this way? I mean, I always heard that for most men sex was a 'one and done' kind of thing. More than once, you've managed five or more. I'm no expert, but that seems odd to me."

Will scratched his head in puzzlement. "I haven't given it much thought, but you're right. I was only with two women before we met, so I'm not really sure. The first time, I was a teenager. I think we can toss that one out. Teenage boys bein' what they are, and all. The second time lasted ten years, and it was pretty much like you said. She took off a few years before we met. She could't handle me bein' sick. I wonder if that healin' the big guy mentioned has something to do with it?"

"That's exactly what I'm thinkin'" Carrie said. "Not that I'm complainin' or anything. It would explain a lot. I'm beginnin' to see why they picked us, too."

"You're one up on me then, gorgeous" Will chortled.

"Look you sweet talker," she said after a kiss. "We're sittin' smack-dab on a bunch of gold. You also think the way they do about a lot of things. Besides that, you have electricity, tools, know-how, and a whole damn machine shop. When you add in that freakin' arsenal you had stashed, what else could they possibly ask for?"

"You," he said. "I'd have gone insane in a week without you here. I think they knew that. That's why the storm blew in out of nowhere when you were near tha cabin. They knew you'd have to find shelter, and it was the only place you could go. I'm real glad you did, too. I love you."

"And I love you, too. So does the rest of your little harem. We'd better head to bed before they come lookin' for you."

The remaining cabins were completed the next day. Each was on roughly two acres, with plenty of room for a garden. Even before the buildings were complete, a network of narrow trenches was being dug. All of the gaslights hadn't arrived, but the copper tubing had. Steel pipe purchased in Altaville was used for the runs to the distribution point, while copper was run inside the cabins.

"You know how all that stuff is made," she told him "so why not go ahead and make it? Don't start that crap about not having tools and equipment, either. The guys who invented it in the first place didn't have any of that stuff. Hell, you're supposed to be an engineer! Start engineering!"