The Iron Horse its white steam belching out the chimney was being taxed to its capacity. The passenger train 8 cars long was furiously chugging trying to outrun time and distance. Part of the collection of native inhabitants had seen all they needed to.
The last car was separated as two cowboys jumped from the train’s cattle-car saddled on their horses. It was something of an equation tactic that gave the Indians a dilemma of a choice. Do they pursue the main group on the train or go after the last car as it slowed to a stop. They had been burned before splitting in two only to find no one in the caboose.
The banshee like primal screams had them charging the locomotive with its trail of remaining railroad cars.
The young buck of a native American peeling off from the conflict had flung himself off his pony letting his feet and arms catch the wrought iron trim of the caboose while one hand held the mane of his horse and his tomahawk.
It had always been a prize to capture children of white settlers and raise them as their own. A mere 30 minutes earlier the necessary discussion by the passengers was had.
Ruby Rose O’Leary spoke up taking charge as the woman of 48 pinned her hair lifted in an upsweep.
“Keep it coupled as long as you can….all you men take this concoction”
“Thank you Miss O’Leary for watching over the children…aren’t you afraid of being caught by the Indians?”
“Anointed in a ceremony from a powwow of the gathering tribes of Arapaho, Comanche, Shoshone and the Cheyenne nation I’m powerful medicine to every Native American…”
Her finger its nail varnished red pointed to her neck.
“….they’ll sense it right off if not spotting my small inked-on neck tattoo declaring it so.”
Her hand pointed to the marking.
“Now while there is still time drink down this potion all of you with your six-hooters and rifles.”
Having learned much of the black arts of magic from a Madame down New Orleans way Ruby Rose put together a combination of crushed basil, chives, pepper and horseradish. Calling it ‘Kitchen Witchery’ mixing it with water it would give courage to those that needed it in battle.
Two of the men would saddle their horses tied up in the cattle car while a third undid the coupling to let her private caboose car drift behind. Counted up there were five children 8 years or older on board in need of safety.
Though Tommy Haverton was of age at 24 his frail thin framed look made him appear much younger. It was clear to all he’d be of little use in firing a weapon.
The type of woman that liked being waited on Ruby O’Leary had spotted his potential right off. Boarding in St Louis three days previous besides enjoying the company she soon had the new passenger of a mid-20’ish male assisting her in her private quarters. It was his first introduction to the sweet tastiness ‘Fairie dust’ potion and its addictive life altering properties.
Gathering the 4 other children out back of her car Ruby helped pass them on to the two horseback riders glad to know the ‘youngins’ would be hidden. Her intuition told her the riders would likely not make it back in time to collect Tommy before the confrontation.
Lifting the top of her oversized travel chest Ruby spoke.
“Deceit may be needed to make it through this….Slip in amongst my petticoats and lingerie and I’ll close the top almost all the way.”
“Yes Ma’am Miss Ruby…but maybe I can help the men with the shooting.”
“Honey child you’d only get in the way….you’re still learning I don’t tolerate being disobeyed….now inside…let the satin and crinoline bring you comfort as you hide….dip into the fairie dust container you’ve come to enjoy tasting.”
The door spun open after his kick standing in front of the warrior was Ruby Rose O’Leary the patron saint of Brothels west of the foothills of the Rockies.
Summoning the need for it her feminine energy filled the room inside the decorative private club-car caboose that had held its place as the last railroad car until it was unhooked. Battle scars mingled with tribal colors painted on the Indian’s body the singular squared out loin-cloth and a pair of moccasins his only clothing.
Viewing her as a threat he lifted his hand that held the sharpened to a point single-handed battle-axe. Her body awash in petticoats and velour partially concealing her vivacious shapeliness the woman did the only thing she could do.
Cowboys, rustlers and cattle men coming to her North Star Saloon and brothel hotel for a poke called it ‘unleashing the craken’. Holding the warrior’s eyes with hers she slowly undid the buttons of her bodice.
The last child that hadn’t escaped as the others were scurried away by the two cowboys assigned the task peeked out from the safety of her traveling chest. Inside the loose collection satins and petticoats and crinolines covered his body in a desperate attempt to remain hidden. Lifting the lid up slightly he watched the confrontation as though a death match.
The dress itself had come from San Fransisco the height of class for any town turned city west of the Mississippi it offered the finest in feminine-wear not ordered out of the catalogs from the large Chicago stores of Sears and Roebucks or Montgomery Wards.
The pair was slowly coming into view for what many a cowboy called ‘the tits that tamed the west’. They were blessed crowned with areolas the size of a Liberty head silver dollar. Originally minted in 1878 oddly enough Ruby would let cowpokes with limited funds lay a silver dollar on each of her nipples to play with her breasts until the dollar fell off into her waiting hands.
A few had mastered the art just holding and caressing without squeezing too hard to keep the dollar coin’s balanced. The record was 9 minutes and 35 seconds by a at the time down on his luck prospector.
Legend had it a week after doing it he’d struck it rich discovering silver in his mine. He had come to town to sell his claim hoping to make enough money for a train ticket back east. His last two silver dollars balancing on her tits for so long had given him hope that maybe his luck had changed.
When he died half his hefty fortune was willed to Ruby Rose O’Leary. From then on she had created the cottage industry of wooing males with Gold and Silver mines in the Colorado town called Hope Springs.
Licking is lips his sexual appetite ignited the young native American looked at the voluptuous breasts. Suddenly the tomahawk was removed from his hand by the chief who’d joined the two in the caboose.
Rose recognized him immediately and knew the threat was gone. As a young scout for the US Cavalry he had first lost his virginity to the woman in her boudoir.
Madame Rose didn’t have a prejudice bone in her body. White man or red or Black even Chinese that worked on building the railroad that would link America from coast to coast all were welcome in her saloon and brothel.
His words grunted out in elegant Native American language berating the young buck. Her breasts displayed the chieftain fell to his knees as Rose lifted the skirts. There was just something about the feeling of licking her scented vagina that Chief Hunting Elk had never forgotten. The satin bloomers were raised up by his hands after he removed them. Rose took them and ordered the young warrior to hold his loin cloth aloft.
It would be a hand-job he never forgot.
Impressionable Tommy the boy of 24 in her clothing chest took it all in…the powerful fragrance and look of her pussy, the billowing petti’s, the large luscious breasts. Awash in petticoats and lingerie his erect penis was telling him he was suddenly curious wondering what it would be like to wear the feminine finery Ruby Rose O’Leary was wearing under her dress.
The port had been Liverpool his parents Reginald and Emily Haverton were headed to America in search of a new life. Tommy looking younger than his 24 years had a fright thinking the voyage across the Atlantic was too dangerous.
Sadness was added after both parents caught the fever and died outside Indianapolis Indiana. With money enough Tommy bought a one-way ticket for Sacramento putting him on the train going through Colorado. He had been told by his mother an aunt lived there.
Rose glanced over to see her chest had been propped open using one of her corset’s. The young buck warrior looking down at his chief licking her vagina suddenly spewed out his cream.
Waiting as the daylight was losing its hold on the sky it was clear to Ruby Rose the train had been chased well beyond around the bend.
Chief Hunting Elk as she addressed him sent the buck to retrieve some help. Once they arrived two native Americans remained back on guard to ensure her private rail car would go free of damaged until the train returned.
Surrounded by 20 warriors Rose and Tommy rode next to her friend Chief Hunting Elk on their way home to Lorado Falls. Looking at the horse drawn ‘travoise’ holding her chest in place as they moved Ruby commented.
“That is quite ingenious…the sheer simplicity of it is amazing.”
“Lady Ruby nature laughs at so called permanent structures of the white man…. for attachment is the root of suffering…our villages assembled or disassembled swiftly we’ve crossed the many prairies and plains utilizing such.”
The warrior chieftain gave her a sad look.
“We’re proud people…who have lived off the land for centuries….one day our many numbers will be gone…these Bluecoats won’t be satisfied until they’ve near eradicated us.”
“I’m afraid your right Chief…it’s called genocide.”
“We have no such word ….for us when we kill there is an honor to it…every animal taken is looked on by us with gratitude.”
“I feel bad that harmony between the two nations can’t be secured Chief…look around….there is land with water as far as the eye can see and plenty for both.”
“Let’s leave the talk of it behind us Ruby…my warriors and me will get you to your home or as near to it as we can under the circumstances.”
Ruby Rose lifted her hand letting Chief Hunting Elk hold it as they rode with Tommy silently watching afraid he’d slip off the pony without any saddle.
Through the clearing they saw the main road leading into town a thousand yards away. As Rose slipped off her mount she held the head of the horse in both hands giving it the soft caress of a woman’s touch. A certain calmness came over the beast as it let out a gentle whinnie.
“You have the gift Lady Ruby…..how about one more look for me and my warriors to carry us through the night.”
She’d known of the moniker ‘the tits that tamed the west’ and took no offense. Opening her dress to let the bodice be seen Ruby smiled as she displayed her breasts.
Keeping her eyes focused looking at Tommy aware the last few days he had been sampling her ‘Fairie Dust’ concoction of feminine herbals she grinned as if to say ‘you are coming with me on journey to a new land’.
“Yes taming the wild out of them….be he man or beast would seem to be one of my callings.”
Tommy was mostly kept in her room supervised by Ruby Rose and her group of ladies of the evening. As the months past the effects of the feminizing herbs made their impact. Hair grown out and styled surrounded in a cocoon of femininity being groomed by Ruby and her collection of beautiful woman and girls gradually he took on the appearance of a lovely female to the point petticoats and lingerie were commonly worn.
“It’s time you had your surprise Rocky…Lily…Lily Anne those court shoes better be on or someone is in for a spanking…..come in here I want you to meet someone special.”
The voice soft and lilted replied from the other room.
“Yes Miss Ruby…shall I bring the towels I’ve ironed?”
Rocky smiled at Ruby Rose.
“A lovely new girl for the two of us to play with…how nice.”
Drying him off as he stood Ruby Rose spoke
“I haven’t forgotten your predilections….I would say a new girl in more ways than one.”
The dark brunette curls fell on either side of his head making their way past Lily’s shoulder down his back. As Rocky took in the sight of the angelic face awash in colors and powders his eyes lowered to see a perky pair of youthful upturned b-cup breasts. Both nipples erect pouted out begging to be played with. Slanting lower a hint of his body’s rib-cage could be seen as it merged into a thin waist that looked to have been corset trained.
In just a sheer robe of a peignoir covering Lily Anne’s smooth leg pointed as if to show off the small fishnet stockings and pretty court shoes with their lifted heels. Turning slightly it came into view…..the penis with its small ball-sac grew stiff on seeing Rocky naked.
“This is Lily Anne…I’ve been saving her for when you came through town next….darling Lily move close feel what it’s like to be held and kissed by a real man.”
The pair of boobies jiggled as Lily Anne took each step.
“Damn Rosy…how delightful.”
“You do know how I enjoy the challenge of breeding males into lovely feminine creatures like Lily.”
“…. I can see he’s taken to it…. living a feminine life filled with petticoats and perfumes.”
Rocky let his hand cup the ball-sac soft and delicate Lily felt so helpless in his grasp. The cowboy slid his hand onto the hard penis there had always been a part of him that liked feeling a dick.’
Lily gasped the same way a girl might at having her pussy touched. The sound of the girlish voice of the t-girl that used to answer to the name Tommy turned Rocky on.
Rocky spun the feminine delight around so he could hold Lily to his body as he played with her perky nipples.
“You make me feel so excited sir.”
Lily Anne pushed his pretty butt back against the hard stiffness of Rocky’s cock. Ruby Rose her hands on her hips spoke.
“Like I said…pure cherry…. he’s been saved just for you…I know how much cowboys like you Rocky enjoy exploring virgin territories…you look ready to go where no man’s gone before…let’s move to the bed Lily Anne is going to need a woman like me to help guide him along on his maiden voyage.”
The twisted metal of the brass bed’s headboard had Rocky’s hands intertwined in its design. Lily’s body seemed to shrink resting between his legs her head bobbed up and down as the t-girl sucked on her first cock.
Dildo’s and phalluses have been around for centuries. From the days of the empire in ancient Roman garden walls had phallic images drawn as art as well as those made out of stone. The coastal city of Antiochia ad Cragnum in modern-day Turkey had 1800 year old floor mosaics of phallic symbols.
Ancient Egypt has the diety ‘Min’ often depicted holding his erect phallus. The Greeks as far back as a century BC had phallic symbols associated with the God Dionysus. Drawn as a bird the cock-like image was symbol of good fortune, that protected people and warded off evil spirits. Who’d have thunk it? Not even Michaelangelo….flying dicks!
Clearly worshiping it playful as a curious newborn kitten Lily Anne lifted her head after licking at his penis as she stroked his cock with her delicate fingers.
The Far East ancient cultures of Japan, Indonesia, India and Korea used the phallus as a symbol of fertility on motifs on their temples.
Yet it was the Chinese elite millennial's before that first used dildos. Archeological excavations near Shanghai unveiled 2,000 year old tombs showing the Chinese used sex toys and dildos similar to those in use currently.
Ruby Rose’s good friend the Chinese master Herbologist ‘Quong Luc’ had given her a dildo forged from blown clear glass.
While Lily explored the delights of sucking cock Rose slid the lubed glass phallus inside past her t-girl’s rosebud entrance. The pretty plaything lurched on feeling it as the stiffness expanded her insides. Rose’s hand softly slid up Lily’s back further igniting the sensations within her protégé of having sex as a woman.
“Yes….there, that’s my girl…now lick the shaft let your man know you enjoy pleasing him…such a lovely cock….you’re going to love feeling it inside you Lily dear.”
Shaking his long hair Lily Anne looked at his mentor Rose. His pretty petite breasts gave off a girlish wiggle as he smiled sweetly.
“It looks so big…so menacing looking…how will it ever fit Miss Rose?”
“It is one of the mysteries of life…let’s have you slide up and I’ll help…once you feel it pulsate inside you….you’ll be glad you are a pretty feminine being.”
After feeling the glass dildo being removed Lily held still slowly lowering her pretty bottom down as Ruby held the cock still. Slick with body-oil the cock slid inside as Lily faced Rocky.
“That’s it honey…ride your cowboy like he is a bronkin’ buck.”
Rocky’s strong hands held Lily by the waistline as he moved the t-girl up and down riding his hard dick. He loved seeing the dichotomy of the 4” penis flop about on a male body turned feminine.
“Oh your cock Rocky…it feels so powerful inside me…don’t my boobies look pretty?”
“All of you does Lily Anne.”
Rose amused laid herself along the side of the two bodies.
“You can thank Ruby for seeing your potential…just think from now on you’ll live your life as a pretty girl…I bet you look lovely in frilly dresses with bows and ruffled petticoats…all made up.”
Suddenly asserting himself Rocky flipped Lily onto his back. A look by him at Rose sought her approval.
“Go ahead dear I’ll take your next load in the morning…breed her with your cream…it will be something she never forgets.”
The twin petite globes sloshed back and forth on Lily’s body as Rocky drove his cock in deep. At first Lily had his spread feet flat on the mattress. Feeling the cock seemingly enlarge he lifted his legs high before holding them against the outside of Rocky’s hips.
His waist firm and muscled Rocky pressed down keeping Lily’s penis flat to his tummy with his strong hands holding Lily’s own to the bed. They both could feel the warm feeling as the t-girl oozed out his cream while being humped.
Coming from deep within his throat the guttural sound announced the arrival of Rocky’s orgasm.
“Ugggggg…eeewwww….ohhhhhh fuck yea….”
Lily Anne felt like such a docile woman….Rocky had tapped into her feeling state making the t-girl let a gentle yielding nature rise to the surface. Sensing his power Rocky bred the masculine out of him with his warm man-juice spurting inside the feminine delight.
The sunlight slipping into the room announced the daybreak. Rose let her breasts graze across Rocky’s body as she moved.
“You are quite the stud cowboy…taking Lily’s cherry last night and still reloading to give me my due before the sun came up…..you’ve made me as wet as the springtime month of April.”
Kissing him she pulled back on finishing.
“A minute of freedom is worth a lifetime of bondage.”
“Isn’t that the truth I always feel free with you Ruby….Who said that Jesus?…or wait….was it that Bhudda guy those Chinese railroad workers worship?”
“Neither…it was Floyd the regular drinker sits at the corner of my bar….poor thing… fought in the battle between the states…the carnage too much…going on 25 years his head’s never been right ever since….doesn’t say much yet when he does it is filled with wisdom.”
Rocky through his head back letting out a measured grunt.
Rose spoke after a little chuckle herself.
“Speaking of bondage…He’ll be down in the card room this morning…..I know you’re thinking of taking on Shooter McVie…but what if there was another way free of blood being spilled?”
The woman leaned in and whispered in his ear.
“Oh that would be a good one…I’d give up my bounty money to see that…..but how would we pull it off?”
“My morning barkeep is quick with a 2 by 4…before the challenge of a gunslinger is heard offer him a shot of whiskey at the bar first…desperado or sheriff don’t know any cowpoke yet who’ll turn down a free drink of Kentucky’s finest Bourbon when offered.”
“I suppose it could work….Being wanted dead or alive…he’ll be focused on me.”
Just then the two heard a knock on the door as Lily Anne walked in carrying a tray. The floor length nightgown looked like something a grandmother would wear yet the t-girl pulled off the look with an alluring innocence.
“Your breakfast Ma’am.”
Rocky held the delicate tea-cup awkwardly sipping at his fresh brewed coffee.
“Boy you sure have him….or I should say her well trained.”
Rose lifted the hem of her morning gown up. Her back against the headboard she looked at Rocky then Lil¥
“More than you know.”
“Sweetie slip out of your nightie and give me a lick and tickle to my vulva…I have some cream there you’ll enjoy digesting.”
End of part 2 …