comments_readers: For those of you who are interested in the writing process: Parts 1 and 2 were originally supposed to be one stand-alone story. After I finished Part 2, I thought about continuing but was not satisfied with where I was taking the characters. Finally, I wrote what was to be the end of the series - the latter section of Part 4. Then I worked my way back and wrote Part 3 and the first half of Part 4.
For once, Elizabeth was ordered to do nothing. Still, she cringed as Silas ran about, muttering worriedly as he packed papers and money and other important belongings into a leather satchel. In another sack, he packed beef jerky and hardtack and then slung a pair of old canteens over his shoulder. Then he grabbed Elizabeth by the hand and nearly dragged her outside. She had to jog to maintain pace and nearly slammed into him when he suddenly stopped and glowered at the thickly falling slow.
"Can't travel in this," he spat. "We'll go to the hideaway until tomorrow's train if it can make it in."
Trudging through the deepening snow, Silas led the girl to a stand of trees in perhaps a hundred yards from the house. His father had planted them there and if one knew where to slip between them, they would find themselves at the entrance of an underground cave. In his father's younger days, having a hideaway was boon for survival as native tribes still roamed this land freely and one never knew when they might attack.
Now, of course, the land was well-tamed by God-fearing white men (even if, in Silas' estimation, most of them were going to Hell). But Silas had never forgotten the place.
That was all the telegram had said and that was all Silas needed. Any snooping eyes at the Western Union offices would make nothing of this. But Silas knew it as the abbreviation for Geary - as in Geary Street in San Francisco where he owned another house. Like the cave, it was meant to be a hideaway in case trouble forced them to flee. His sister's telegram obviously conveyed that and Silas' plan was to journey out there to meet her.
So now Mary and Elizabeth would be reunited sooner than expected. Mary's belly would be quite swollen, now, and it would give her little whore of a sister of glimpse of what awaited her when she was old enough. He had pulled Elizabeth through the trees and into the cave and was thinking of Mary and how he had used her the last few weeks before she was shipped to Chicago. Smacking his lips, he decided to do that very thing with Elizabeth although he usually waited until they were pregnant.
Setting the lantern down on the cave floor, he ordered the girl to undress and get on her hands and knees. She did so without complaint, shivering from more than just the cold. It took more spit this time - putting it on Silas' dick and in the pink ring of Elizabeth's sphincter.
"A sinful beast should be taken like a beast," he preached while poking his erection between the little girl's ass cheeks.
Although she had witnessed Silas raping her pregnant sister on a regular basis, Elizabeth had not seen that Silas was using a different orifice. Now she understood as her asshole was violently breached. Her screams echoed in the distant cavern. With her hands and knees being scraped bloody against the stone floor, the little girl felt her anus expand and the grinding against it as Silas buried his prick into her with one cruel thrust after another.
Sodomy was a sin, Silas knew. But his father had taught him (with his sister as the example) that performing the act with an inherently evil female could purge the sin from a devout man and cast it into the woman or girl. Now pulling on Elizabeth's hips, he pushed forward at the same time to make the girl's anal channel a new receptacle for his sinful lust.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Changes last made on: Thursday, April 19, 2018