Outlawed (Closed)

[twelvegaugegirl1989]

Erin Caldwell fanned herself as she sat on the front porch of the family home. Her mother was inside of the house, harassing the slaves, trying to get things ready for the dinner they were hosting tonight on behalf of her father. Her father was a very successful banker, as was his father. Needless to say, her family had money- lots of it.

Erin was often looked upon with jealousy around town by other women. Women envied her lifestyle, the money that she had, the men who chased after her, her beauty. But Erin despised it all. She had been blessed with beauty at birth. Her auburn colored hair shone like glass in the sunlight, and reached nearly to her waist. Her green eyes glittered with good humor and happiness nearly all of the time. Her facial features were feminine and petite, to match her petite body structure- she was only a few inches over 5 feet, and was thin, yet curvy in the right places.

She also had all of the finest things in life- the finest clothes, jewelry, anything she wanted. But it didn't necessarily make her happy. She was bored with life. She wanted to do more than just sit around and order about servants for the rest of her existence.

"Erin, dear?!" her mother called from inside of the large house. "Its time to come in and get yourself presentable for the dinner party tonight!"

Erin sighed. Her mother had invited several men who she believed would "be fine husbands" someday, to the party tonight. Erin had no interest in any of them at all. With another sigh, Erin stood up and walked into the house to go make herself presentable.

 

[a_libertine]

Campo watched the big white plantation house. He had heard from a drunk or two that they were having a large party that night, and all signs appeared to hold that would indeed occur. There had been a scurry of activity all day as servants, or slaves, or whatever they were, cleared the yard, made room for horses and carriages near the barn.

His long black/blue hair was braided down the middle of his back. Light green eyes, eyes that betrayed his mixed heritage, watched over the house missing no details.

Tonight's family was well heeled, and their guests would be social equals so they had little reason to believe that violence would be a part of their day or night. Campo relied on that fact.

He found three other half breeds and talked them into a night raid of this house, they could possibly steal enough in one raid to raise enough money that Campo would be able to live in a relative luxury for some time.

His eyes watched as the daughter stood and sauntered toward the house. His eyes lingering on her shapely frame and he wondered, not for the first time the last few days, on what she tasted and felt like.

Slipping back quietly, Campo worked his way back to the camp that he shared with his compatriots in crime, at least for one night, waiting for the sun to set, at which time they would move into position waiting for the party to start.

 

[twelvegaugegirl1989]

Erin descended the stairs some time later, her hair having been perfectly styled by one of the slaves, and her makeup put on expertly by the same girl. She had on an elegant dress, as well as all of the underthings that made it nearly impossible for her to even breathe, let alone move about. But her mother insisted that these things were necessary.

The party was in full swing as she walked into the formal living room. She was immediately surrounded by men eager for her attention. She chatted politely with them until it was time to eat. The dinner was spectacular as always and Erin enjoyed the food.

She was seated next to one of the men her mother considered to be eligible and made polite small talk with him throughout the meal. Soon after the meal, a few people who had been hired by her mother began to play music in the lounge, where the furniture had been cleared to make room for dancing.

Erin was whisked around the room countless times by different men and eventually found herself to be exhausted. She begged out of the next few dances, saying she needed time to rest. Slowly Erin made her way towards the back ground-level balcony, and out into the night. Once there, she took a deep breath, as deep as was possible with the tight dress, and leaned back against the railing, enjoying the cool night air. Noone was else was around and the silence was welcome.

 

[a_libertine]

They came in the front, sweeping through the first half of the house gathering everyone together and then relieving them of their collected wealth. Gold coins necklaces, rings and the occasional silver object were gathered together.

Campo had been right none of the party participants had carried a weapon, easy pickings for he and the three half breeds. They all had changed into distinctly Comanche apparel, and in general whooped and screamed at the anglos in a manner that was customary for the more northern tribe that was encroaching on Tonkawa land.

All loot carried in four bags, one for each person, they were splitting up right after leaving the house, each to go their own way. They burst out of the back of the house, Campo third in the train. The first two landed on the ground off the back porch as Campo came out. A shimmer of emerald cloth to his left gave him pause. Stopping he leveled his pistol on the person to his left and he nearly dropped his jaw to the floor.

He knew from watching the plantation house that she was pretty, but it did he absolutely no justice. He waved her toward him with the pistol in his hand. Once she stepped up he yanked her over and turned to the gathering mass of men in the kitchen, swearing all manner of revenge.

Wrapping his hand around her shoulders, Campo pulled her close, the feel of her curvaceous body almost caused a moan to escape and would have if it weren't for the situation at hand. "Follow. She dies." he grunted out to the men in the kitchen.

Campo stepped off the porch pulling the red haired woman along. One man stepped toward the door, and Campo fired his pistol putting a bullet in the door frame. "You die, she die." he said.

As she gathered her feet under herself, they increased their step heading to the tree line.

 

[twelvegaugegirl1989]

Erin heard the chaos from within the house. The women's screams, the men's shouts and the guttural shouts of what sounded like indians. Her heart hammered within her chest as four men came bursting through the backdoor. One aimed a pistol at her chest and Erin cried out softly, backing up until her back hit the railing. The man gestured for her to come to him, and she did so, fear dogging her every step.

The man yanked her close to him and she stiffened in his arms. Who was this man? He was obviously an indian, and she was terrified of him. He was dressed as a Comanche, and they most definitely were not nice people. She shook from fright as the man threatened her father who was stepping towards them.

A shot rang from the pistol in his hand and lodged in the door frame causing Erin to scream and stumble. The man tugged her along behind him until they reached the trees. She could hear her father shouting for someone to fetch the law. Erin didn't try to fight, she was terrified into cooperating with this man.

Instead she begged as he tugged her along. "Please, please sir, just l-let me go" she stammered. "Please. You can have everything you want, j-just leave me here". She realized she had tears streaming down her face and the thought disgusted her. She didn't cry, ever. She dug in her heels just a bit, seeing how the man would react to her resistance.

 

[a_libertine]

Tears were nothing new, Campo had seen many in his life, cried some too when he was young enough to afford the luxury of pain and fear. "Stupid girl," he snarled at her. "You can not give away what I already took."

She dug her heels in, passively resisting and he swung the pistol's barrel down and swatted her firmly on the ass, not hard enough to gouge through the dress and petticoat, but certainly hard enough to leave a red welt.

"Keep walking, won't get camp until sunrise." Campo grunted out.

The camp he had prepared was several hours away in a dead end ravine on the south side of a hill. Campo knew that the path they would take would be nearly impossible for his captive to make dressed as she was. "Stop" he ordered after about fifteen minutes of walking. He bent over and pulled one foot up then the other, breaking the heels off of each shoe. He then reached under the emerald satin dress and yanked the petticoat off of her, leaving it aside.

He stood and looked at her again. She was about a third of the diameter she had been merely seconds ago. A mouth wateringly beautiful third. He swatted her on the ass with the barrel again and grunted, "Go. That way."

 

[twelvegaugegirl1989]

Erin cried out softly as the pistol bit into her skin. No man had ever treated her this way- so rough. Her feet were already aching. Eventually he told her to stop and her spirits lifted, thinking he'd let her go. Instead he broke off her heels and ripped her petticoat off. It didn't bother her in the least about the things. She was just frightened.

She winced as he hit her with the pistol again. "That way" he grunted. Erin obliged him, her body quivering with fear. "Wh-where are we going?" she asked timidly. So far he had been nearly silent. She doubted he'd answer her but she felt compelled to ask.

After an hour or so she stumbled and fell to her knees, wincing as dirt bit her palms and her dress ripped. She moaned softly but stood again, afraid to anger the man.

 

[a_libertine]

They had been travelling a while when she fell to her hands and knees, ripping her dress at the knees. They had gone up one stream, down another, across rocky outcroppings all designed to make it hard for them to be followed.

Campo looked at the moon and stars then gaged the progress they had made, and determined they wouldn't make his camp before sunrise.

As she stood uneasily he looked at the dress and where it was torn and decided to make travel a little easier on her. Taking his knife out, he cut the dress off her a hand width above the knees. Rolling the satin up, he put it in his bag, not wanting to leave a marker for their trail.

His eyes lingered a moment on her legs a moment, which were shining palely in the moonlight.

Watching her movements had been a tantalizing experience. Campo wondered how one could walk with hips that swayed so far in each direction. Eventually he gave up the wonder, and merely enjoyed.

"Keep going," he mumbled.

They started up again until they came to a washed ditch that allowed some protection from the sun, and complete protection from prying eyes. "Stop, get under over hang and rest," he commanded.

 

[twelvegaugegirl1989]

Erin gasped softly as he whipped out the knife. She stumbled back and then realized he meant to cut her dress. This she allowed him to do without protest. He eyed her for a whilend she found herself studying him as well. He was handsome, she supposed, for an indian.

Eventually pointed to an overhang and ordered her to rest. relief flooded through her.

"Thank you" she said quietly. She eyed him for a moment. "What's our name?" she asked softly.

 

[a_libertine]

He watched as she crawled under the over hang in the ditch and he judge that it would be indeed a very tight fit with both of them under it. "My name doesn't matter. At least not until I decide what I am going to do with you."

He crawled in behind her with his back against the ditch wall, her body in front of his. He took a length of the dress that he had cut off her previously and wrapped it around her thigh and then around his thigh. With each slight touch of his hands on her thigh, a twinge of excitement raced through his body.

"Don't try to run away." he said flatly.

Laying down behind her, his semi turgid cock rested between her ass cheeks as he held her close to him. Remnants of her perfume wafted to his nostrils. She smelled like Jasmine.

 

[twelvegaugegirl1989]

Erin's body shook as the name-less man crawled in the tight space behind her. She was all too aware of his hard body pressing up to her. It was totally indecent and improper but at the same time it felt nice- too nice.

Erin settled in as much as she could. Her eyelids drooped immediately and her breathing evened out. She was exhausted from the hard walk. Soon she fell asleep within the big man's arms.

 

[a_libertine]

Campi waited until he heard the soft even breathing that was the tell tale signs she had gone to sleep. He closed his eyes and slept easily behind her for several hours.

The mid day heat woke him, sweat beading all along his mostly naked body. His cock, engorged with the usual morning urges, pressed along the crack of her small soft ass. Her breathing indicated she slept still, though fitfully. The sun beating down warmed the air all around them, causing her to bead with perspiration as well.

Her body was soft and supple, well rounded without being overweight at all. Her breasts were perky, appeared to be sitting in her dress much like large tasty oysters.

They both lay just upon his forearm, their weight slight, yet oh so compelling.

He could feel her stirring, the beginning stages of waking up. Her hips rolled back slightly, pressing her ass hard against his manhood, causing him to suck in a sharp breath, suppressing the moan that threatened to follow.

 

[twelvegaugegirl1989]

Erin woke up slowly. She became aware of first- how hot it was, second- the body pressed against her back, and third- the something hard pressed against her rear. Recognition dawned in her mind and she yelped softly, scrambling up and hitting her shoulder against the rock wall. She moaned softly and turned to face her captor. He was awake and watching her.

She hoped he wasn't angry but her movements had been instinctive, not a calculated plan of escape- obviously. She eyed him cautiously, afraid she had angered him.

 

[a_libertine]

The emerald sash did its job perfectly, yanking his leg forward slightly as she rolled out from under the overhang. The pressure of her rolling away undid the slip knot on his leg and the sash now hung freely along the side of her leg.

He looked along her leg, across the swell of her hip the globes of her breasts up into her dark green eyes. His eyes locked with hers as he lay there. He sat up slowly, making sure to not hit his head as he patted the ground beside him. "Too hot today to stand in the sun."

 

[twelvegaugegirl1989]

Erin eyed the man critically. Was he being polite or just trying to lure her back to him? She truly didn't know. But he was right... it was hot as hello outside. She slowly walked back and sat next to him. She looked over at him."You speak well for an Indian..." she said hesitantly."Why did you take me away? What will you do with me?" She couldn't hold back the curiosity anymore and the questions bubbled out of her.

 

[a_libertine]

Campo grinned to himself thinking that it had to pass of course, and her mouth would start up, and now that it had, the questions were spewing like a geyser. "Is that to imply Indians are stupid" he asked. The followed up with with, "Never mind, I don't want your rationalizations."

"You were there."he replied. "A victim of circumstance, that is all."

He looked across the ditch and saw the sunlight baking the earth hard, and asked, "What is your name?"

"Erin" she replied.

Campo scoffed. "You smell like a jasmine, look like a flower your people call an Indian Paint Brush. Erin is a man's name. Hardly fits."

 

[twelvegaugegirl1989]

Erin blanched as he asked if she meant indians were stupid."No!" she exclaimed."God, no! I would never say that of another human being. I just meant I thought you spoke a different language than white people...". He commented on her name and she blushed a bright red.

"It is an Irish name... I got it from my maternal grandmother".

"You didn't answer my question. What do you plan on doing with me?" she asked again.

 

[a_libertine]

He nodded, commenting, "It doesn't suit you. I will call you something else, I think."

He looked at her as she asked again about what he planned to do with her, then said, "I can not answer what I do not know. You were a hostage of opportunity, perhaps I will let you free."

He saw the hope flare in her eyes and shrugged, muttering, "Perhaps not. What did you have to go back to?"

 

[twelvegaugegirl1989]

Erins hope flared up and then died immediately. He wouldn't let her return home. But his question struck home. What DID she have to return to? A life she wasn't happy with.

"It may be true I wasn't happy at home. But what will I have to look forward to wiglth you? A-a life on the run?"

She shook her head sadly then simply stared at him."please won't you just tell me your name?" she practically begged.

 

[a_libertine]

He looked at her and said, "Campo."


He knew they would need water and knew of a stream not far ahead and weighed the risks of getting caught against the need for water before night fall. He watched as the sweat began pouring from her and decided. "We can't stay here, we need water."

Sliding out, he offered his hand to Erin and helped from their resting spot.

 

[twelvegaugegirl1989]

Erin rolled the name over in her mind. It suited him she decided. Eventually he stood and offered her his hand. She took it willingly enough and stood beside him, her breasts brushing against his chest briefly as she stood, making her gasp."Uhmm, Campo?" she asked hesitantly."I need to attend to some private matters" she said softly, indicating she had to use the bathroom.

 

[a_libertine]

Campo grunted at her request, "Fifteen minutes, hold it."

With that he started along the ditch, staying low trying to avoid any prying eyes. He figured if they made it until sunrise with out being caught then they were home free.

Then of course the problems would begin in earnest.

What the hell was he going to do with her he pondered. The remembrance of her ass settled flush against his cock, the warm of her body pressed against his came unbidden to his mind. If her were truthful with himself, it felt very nice.

Almost thirty minutes passed before they made it to the stream. Pointing at a cotton wood down stream he said, "Pee there where I can see you, when you are done I will."

 

[twelvegaugegirl1989]

Erin bit back a groan. It wouldn't help her any to anger the man. Finally they reached the spot he believed to be ok to pee. He instructed her to pee where he could see her."Surely that's not appropriate!" she exclaimed, blushing bright red. But then she saw how serious he looked.

Erin walked slowly over to the place he had indicated. She hiked up her dress and relieved herself all the while blushing bright red. Finally when she was done she stood and faced Campo again.

She walked slowly back to his side."Uhmm thanks for letting me do that" she said softly.

 

[a_libertine]

He completely ignored her protestation about peeing in front of him and smiled at her momentary anguished delay before she did start to pee. From the angle he had, Campo could see that her leg and ass cheek were very comely and wondered if he were to see that much of her body bare.

As she came back, thanking him, he replied, "You are welcome" and then walked to the same spot where she had peed. No embarrassment or shame flickered in him as he pulled his cock out and began to pee. It was long streaming much like the course of water next to him.

Finishing, he put himself back together and turned back seeing a red faced woman looking at him. "Enjoyed the show?" he asked as he knelt to drink from the stream.

 

[twelvegaugegirl1989]

Erin couldn't believe that a man would be so blatantly inappropriate. She couldn't seem to tear her gaze away from him as he attended to his needs. She had never before seen a man in the nude and she was fascinated by it. She knew the bare basics of sex but nothing more than that so it went unsaid that she had never before seen a penis.

Once Campo had relieved himself he crouched down to drink. He asked if she had enjoyed the show, making Erin blush again."I'm sorry I shouldn't have looked I just have never seen .... well.... that" she stammered.

She walked slowly over to the water and began to drink as well.