Captured And Knocked Up: Historical Western Bundle

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Elle LondonExtract

As she wriggled around on West’s lap, she became aware of the stiffness pressing on her midriff and let out a gasp. What was happening was a game to her husband and she suddenly realized it was about a whole lot more than punishing her. He was getting turned on at dominating her and there was no doubt his c**k was already fully erect. Debbie wanted to break free of the grip holding her down, but at the same time she could sense herself responding to the harsh treatment in a way she hadn’t expected. As she squirmed and struggled, she could sense the heat of arousal taking hold between her thighs.

“Stop,” she cried out as West’s fingers slid below her underwear, but her protest was weak and she found herself wanting him to go on.

It was a new experience for her and her mind was in turmoil. She finally stopped struggling as her panties were peeled down to expose the pretty curve of her naked ass. The moment stretched out as she waited and she tensed her muscles. It did nothing to alleviate the hot pain of the spank as West’s palm cracked across her buttocks. She reared up as it flooded her veins and her face screwed up until the sensation died down again. Debbie opened her mouth wide to gasp for breath, but the pain seared on her skin again as another spank landed on her ass cheeks.

“Are you going to submit to my demands,” West asked.

Debbie hesitated for a fraction to long and her new husband’s palm cracked down on her reddened skin again.

“Yes,’ she screamed. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

Another spank sent more fiery pain scorching through her body and she struggled to catch her breath as she tried to speak.

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Debbie glanced out the window of the train to see the first of the buildings dotted in the landscape and realized that she was finally approaching her destination. She looked around as people began reaching for their belongings and knew she wouldn’t be the only one getting off at the station. There were a few other young women looking nervous and she wondered if she was wearing the same expression. She put a hand in her pocket and took out the photo for what seemed like the hundredth time since the journey began. The ruggedly handsome face on it stared back at her and she wondered just what her new husband would be like.

It seemed absurd to be thinking about the man in the picture as her new husband considering she’d never even met him, but that was exactly what she was doing. The lack of men in her own small hometown convinced her to join the marriage agency in search of..., love, wedlock, a way out of the life she was leaving behind. She knew it was a spur of the moment decision that could potentially badly backfire, but when she saw the picture of West and was told he was interested in her, she agreed to meet him.

In truth it was more than a meeting and she knew she was about to marry a complete stranger. It really was crazy, but gave her the perfect opportunity to get away from a humdrum life she’d grown bored with. Now that it was almost on her, she wasn’t so sure she made the right decision.

“It’ll be fine,” she said to try and convince herself.

The slowing of the train coincided with the quickening of her pulse and there was no stopping the onset of nerves. A glance out of the window of the train showed they were now passing through the outskirts of the large town and the properties were getting closer together. In a matter of minutes there was not much to see other than the homes and businesses of the town. The place looked dusty and dirty and she found herself considering just what life there was going to be like.

“It’ll be fine,” she repeated under her breath although wasn’t sure she believed what she was saying.

The screeching of the brakes slowed the train even more and it finally came to a stop beside a busy platform. Debbie scanned the faces for the one she wanted, but couldn’t pick out the man she was there to meet. She let the others getting off file past her seat before getting to her feet and following to the open door. Stepping down to the platform, she moved away from the train and looked around. After a minute or so, there was still no sign of West and she wondered if he was there at all.

It was only when the platform began to clear that she finally caught sight of him. He was sitting on a bench in front of the small station building and obviously waiting for her to find him. Debbie took a deep breath as she moved in his direction until she was standing directly in front him. He was looking down at his boots and seemed unconcerned with trying to find her.

“West?” she queried, but knew it was him.

He looked up and a smile played on his face. It made him look even more handsome than the picture she was carrying.

“You made it then,” he drawled.

“Yes,” she said simply.

He got to his feet and she saw for the first time that he towered over her. His muscular physique dwarfed her petite size and she felt intimidated in his presence. This was worsened by the silence that stretched out as he stood scrutinizing her. He reached out to her chin and grabbed hold to make her look up at him and the smile spread across his face again. Debbie took a step back to break his grip and immediately saw the smile disappear. It added to her nervousness.

“So..., what now?” she asked.

“No we go and see the minister,” he replied in a matter of fact voice.

“What?” Debbie exclaimed. “But I just got off a train after a long journey. I’m not ready for...”

West ignored her protest as he interrupted her.

“Let’s go,” he said.

He grabbed her wrist and took her towards the station entrance. Debbie tried to resist, but he was much too powerful for her and easily took her towards a large pickup truck.

“Do we really need to do this right now?” she asked when he released her wrist.

“You came here to get married right?” West said as he walked around to the driver side of the vehicle.

“Well..., yeah I guess,” Debbie conceded.

“So make up your mind then,” he went on and opened the door to get in.

Debbie heard the engine start up and suspected that if she didn’t get in that West would simply drive away and leave her standing there. The prospect of returning home to her old life a day after leaving wasn’t something she wanted to contemplate and she decided to take a chance. She tossed her bag in the back off the truck then opened the door to get in the passenger seat.

“Glad you joined me,” was West’s only comment.

Debbie turned to see the smile on his face again and wondered just what was going on in his mind. She remained silent throughout the short journey that ended in the parking lot of a small chapel. It looked as if it was past its best days.

“This is where we’re getting married?” she said.

“This is where I worship,” West replied. “The minister here is the man I want to preside over my marriage.”

“Who arranged the ceremony?” she asked.

The sound of West’s laugh echoed around the interior of the truck.

“You’re a mail order bride, this is the very first time we’ve met and you want a ceremony?” he let out. “You’ll be telling me you want flowers, a band and a reception next.”

“It would be nice,” Debbie let out.

“Yeah and it costs money I don’t want to spend,” West replied. “All we want to do is tie the knot today, nothing more.

This will be over and done with in a matter of minutes.”

It wasn’t exactly the romantic notion of marriage that Debbie carried around in her head, but it seemed the choice was either go ahead with it or turn around and leave. It brought the thought of returning home back in her mind and that was something she really didn’t want to do. Getting away from it was one of the reasons she was taking a chance on a marriage agency. She wanted to meet someone to wed and it appeared that’s exactly what she’d got.

Debbie watched as the man beside her got out of the truck and slammed the door shut. A sigh escaped her lips as she considered her options. In truth there was only one and she knew it. She opened the door to get out then slammed it shut. West waited until she moved around the truck to him and grabbed her wrist again. It seemed he liked to be in control of things and that included his woman. She let herself be led inside the chapel and saw some other couples waiting. West hadn’t been joking when he said the wedding would be over in a matter of minutes. Each couple was in and out in less than ten and the same two people witnessed the minister going through the marriage service.

When they walked back out the chapel, West and Debbie were man and wife. It was a crazy situation considering she got off the train to start her new life less than an hour before, but there was no getting away from it. She was a married woman and she and her new husband would now have to make a life together.

Debbie was practically in a daze when she sat in the passenger seat of the truck again. She tensed as West put his hand on her knee and squeezed it. He leaned across to kiss her and she couldn’t stop the shiver that slid down her spine.

“Let’s go home,” he said when the kiss ended.

Debbie stole glances at him as he turned the key in the ignition to fire up the engine. He was definitely a handsome and powerful man and she hoped she picked right. Only time would tell if that was the case and she settled back for the ride to her new home.

“Is it far?” she asked.

“Around a forty five minute drive,” West replied.

“You don’t live in the town?”

“No,” he went on. “I inherited some land from my parents and raise cattle on it. It’s not that large compared to some of the ranches around here, but does me fine. I aim to buy up the properties around it in time to make a bigger place.”

“Do you grow any crops?” Debbie asked.

West shook his head, but said nothing as he concentrated on overtaking a car. He only spoke again after doing it.

“No crops,” he said, “just grass for the beef cattle.”

“So what will I do?” Debbie went on.

“Cook, clean, look after the home,” he replied. “I’ll need your help sometimes, but for the most part I can handle the work around the place on my own or with the assistance of temporary workers.”

By the sound of his voice, it appeared that he wanted a submissive housewife that would tend to his needs. Debbie wasn’t sure quite how she would handle that, but guessed she was gong to find out over the weeks and months to come. She gave up with her questions and focused on just watching the scenery passing by. It changed from buildings to more open countryside and she could see it was mostly cattle ranches, with a few fields of crops here and there.

After thirty minutes or so of driving they took a turn off the main highway onto smaller roads and eventually snaked their way along a dirt track to a large ranch building. It looked well maintained and the area around it was tidy. It was obvious that West wasn’t short of money.

“You need to keep the place looking like this,” he informed her when they got out the truck.

“Yes sir,” Debbie replied.

A dark expression clouded his face for a second before it cleared.

“Don’t smart mouth me,” he said.

“Sorry, I was just joking,” she replied.

“Be careful, it might get you punished,” he went on.

She saw the smile flash across his face again and decided just to hold her tongue and say no more in case he was actually being serious about punishing her. He moved to the property and unlocked the door. When Debbie followed she saw that things were just as neat and tidy inside as out.

“You can put your bag and coat in the bedroom,” he told her. “It’s the door right along at the end of the hallway.”

“Sure,’ she replied and made her way along to it.