The Marshal's Little Girl (8 page)

“Wetter than ever,” the doctor laughed. “Let’s get this medicine into her.”

Nurse Ida unstrapped her legs and this time, Billy didn’t resist when she was flipped over on her belly. She sniffled pitifully as she watched the doctor unfurl the rubber tube and guide the nozzle toward her bottom. She didn’t feel any less afraid as he generously lubricated the tip.

It wasn’t the nozzle she feared, but what would come next. The bag was bulging. Was everything in that bag really going to be flushed into her bottom? It seemed impossible, and her heart began to pound as the nozzle was pushed into her bottom hole. It burned as it entered.

“You’re going to feel some pressure and a warm rush of liquid, Billy,” the doctor said. “I want you to hold still, even when the cramping starts. No one is going to let you embarrass yourself. You can hold more in your tummy than you imagine, and when it all comes out in the water closet, you’ll feel so much better.”

Before she could respond, there was a click and she did indeed feel a warm surge enter her bottom. It was an odd sensation, and not uncomfortable for the initial moments. But then—as the doctor had warned—the pressure began to build. Billy’s stomach started to swell under her like a balloon and spasms began to ripple through her gut.

“I have to goooo!” She began to writhe on the table.

“None of that,” the doctor said, smacking her on the bottom with his gloved hand. She yipped more from the shock of another man correcting her than from the pain, and turned pleading eyes to Gage. But he seemed unmoved by her predicament.

“I think to be on the safe side, she should be plugged. Do you want to do the honors?” Dr. Adler handed Gage a plug and Billy had no choice but to lie there quivering from the cramps overtaking her as the rugged U.S. marshal inserted the thing into her bottom.

It seemed to take forever before she was helped down and walked on shaky legs to the water closet by Nurse Ida, who bent her forward and removed the plug before leaving her alone.

Afterwards, she felt weak and tired and didn’t even resist as Nurse Ida wiped down her bottom and thighs with a wet cloth. Gage didn’t bother to put her back into her clothes. Instead he wrapped her in a sheet and followed Nurse Ida up to the room that would be their home for as long as they wanted.

Had she been less exhausted, Billy would have thrilled at the accommodations. The room had large windows that overlooked the prairie and distant mountains beyond. A canopied bed sat against one wall, with a trunk at the foot. A huge, ornately carved wardrobe sat against the other wall along with a Cheval mirror and a washstand. There was no separate washroom, but there was a privacy screen with a tub behind it. It was already filled with warm water, and Gage gently bathed her and put her to bed.

And Billy, feeling very empty, but also very clean and satisfied, drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

Chapter Eleven

Billy woke up feeling amazingly well rested and energetic. Even Gage noticed that her color was better, and that she seemed less fussy and more relaxed. A housemaid knocked on the door with a breakfast tray—steel-cut oatmeal, strawberries and cream, coffee for Gage and milk for Billy—and set the tray on a small table in the corner of the room. The nurse explained that coffee did not sit well with a little’s constitution.

“Doctor knows best,” Gage said when Billy scowled. But she did not object, at least not until the maid put a cap on the cup fitted with a wide rubber nipple. The maid turned to Gage. “Mr. Chandler, Dr. Adler says he put your little one’s tonic in the bottle. It needs to be drunk slowly, and the nipple slows down its consumption. He recommends this form of delivery.”

“Thank you, miss. I’ll see that she gets it.”

The maid curtseyed prettily and left the room. Gage began eating his breakfast. But across from him, his little Billy was obviously sulking.

“Don’t you want your breakfast?” he asked.

“I want the food,” she said, “but not
that
.” She pointed at the bottle.

“Eat your food, Billy.” Gage’s tone was stern, and Billy was hungry, so she began eating her breakfast. It was delicious. The oats were mild, the cream thick, and the strawberries sweet and juicy. But when the food was finished, she just sat there.

“Now the bottle,” Gage said. He eyed her from across the table, challenging her to disobey.

Billy’s heart pounded in her chest. She didn’t want to anger her papa, but this was ridiculous. She decided to take a stand. She picked up the cup, popped the nipple lid off, and started to sip from its rim.

“Billy!” Gage barked her name angrily.

She put the cup down. “I’m a big girl!” she said, although the lilting tone of her voice suggested otherwise. “I don’t need a bottle!”

“Not according to the doctor,” Gage said, and reached over to pop the bottle lid back on. He gave it a shake, in case the contents had settled, and held the bottle back out to his recalcitrant charge.

“No.” She crossed her arms and looked away.

“Billy, you need this medicine. You need it to stop your cycle so I can take you whenever I want, and to keep you from getting pregnant. It’ll make it so you can be my little girl all day, every day. Isn’t that what you want?”

“Yes. But I’m still not drinking out of a dumb bottle,” she said.

“If that’s how you want to be…” Gage stood up and walked over to a bedside table. His back was to Billy, and she couldn’t see what he was retrieving from the little drawer until he’d turned around.

“I’m sorry,” she said fearfully, eyeing the small maple paddle in his grasp. “I’ll be a good girl. I’ll take my bottle now…”

“Oh, you will, Billy, but after I punish that pretty little ass of yours.”

He pulled Billy from the chair and hauled her to the bed, sitting angled on the edge and throwing her over his lap so that her legs were hanging off the side. She was wearing just a simple night shift, and he raised it to expose the naked bottom underneath. She wailed pitifully as he brought the paddle down on the center of her left cheek. The bite of the hard wood against her tender skin had her seeing stars, and she started to cry immediately. But Gage was unmoved by her tears and began to alternately snap the paddle first on one cheek and then the other, his aim precise despite her churning legs.

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!”

“Hold still, Billy,” Gage said, throwing a leg over her calves. This not only immobilized her, but stretched out the skin on the lower portion of her buttocks and thighs. Now he raised the paddle and brought it down directly on her sit spot.

She cried out so loudly that she was sure everyone else on the floor could hear it; it didn’t lessen her humiliation when she considered that such noises in this house were probably common. Soon she was beside herself, and sure that the paddle had set her bottom and thighs on fire, and that perhaps that Gage may even spank her to death. But through the pain she was aware that as she squirmed against his knee, wetness was seeping from her pussy.

“Are you ready to take that bottle?”

“Y… y… yes… pa-papa…” Billy sobbed. And she was. It made it easier that Gage let her curl up in his lap to drink it, even though her bottom burned and itched against his rough trousers.

“I like the way your mouth looks sucking that bottle,” he said. “It pleases me. It reminds me of how you look when you suck my cock. Do you like sucking my cock, Billy?”

She drew on the bottle harder, looking up at Gage submissively through long, tear-sodden lashes as she nodded. His words excited her, and she realized that in spite of the embarrassment, she rather liked the feel of the bottle in her mouth, and the way Gage looked at her as she drew on the nipple. She could feel his bulge pressing into her sore bottom as she drained the last of the liquid.

“Now, that’s better,” he said. “But to remind you that I’m not going to put up with any more of your disobeying, I’m going to stick my cock up your ass now.”

She wanted to object, to tell him she didn’t want that. But the truth was, she did, and her pussy was pulsing hungrily at the thought. She’d been unplugged after the enema, and to her surprise the experience had not left her sore. There was no dread of taking Gage’s cock, but just the same she was relieved when she saw him slather his veiny length with a slick lubricant to ease its passage.

“Are you ready for my cock?” He slapped the side of her reddened ass with it, and she moaned.

“Oh, yes. Please fill my bottom with your cock,” she replied, quivering with excitement.

She felt the pressure of the tip nudging against her hole. Then came the sting as the head pushed deeper, past her little anal ring. She gripped the bedclothes, gritted her teeth, bore down and pushed out, opening her back passage for the intrusion of his thick length.

Billy was so full, so full. She moaned as he continued to push inside of her, giving her more than she thought she could handle. Gage’s hand moved beneath her to circle her clit, her juices so copious now that it seemed he was having a hard time keeping a finger on the hardened little nub. She felt him push a finger into her sopping pussy once his cock was fully seated in her ass. Billy moaned, feeling completely and utterly consumed and dominated by him. The tall handsome U.S. marshal had not just captured her body, but also her very psyche. He knew how to play her, how to say all the right things to make her feel safe and protected and submissive. She swirled into little space, murmuring little promises to obey, to always obey.

“Oh, I’ll be a good girl now!” she said. “I promise.”

“You’re damn right,” he said, pumping now. “You’ll be a good girl or I’ll spank that ass and then fuck it. Or maybe I’ll spank and fuck you just because it makes me feel good, or because it makes you feel good. But it’ll always be for my pleasure. Always.”

His words caused her to come, her silken walls gripping his fingers as he flooded her ass with his seed. It was glorious—dizzyingly glorious.

He gently wiped her down afterwards, telling her how much she pleased him as he cleaned her of his seed. As soon as Billy stood from where she was leaning over the bed, there was a knock at the door. It was the maid again, and Billy blushed, realizing the servant had to have heard the sounds she had been making and had waited discreetly for the right time to bid entry.

She offered to dress Billy for the day—an offer that Gage accepted as he sat down to look at a newspaper she’d brought up. Celeste had sent along a trunk of clothes, and today the maid helped Billy don a pretty yellow dress that was only slightly shorter than the one she’d worn the day before.

“Nurse Ida sent these up,” the maid said, holding up shorter stockings that just came to above Billy’s knees. “She said the others aren’t fit for a little girl like you.”

Billy bit back a response. She found Nurse Ida too officious in matters that were none of her business, and she looked over to see if there was any glimmer of agreement from Gage, but he was ignoring the whole thing. It didn’t surprise her, though. He was a U.S. marshal. Choosing clothes for her wasn’t something he was particularly interested in doing, even if he did seem to appreciate the results.

“Dr. Adler had early appointments this morning,” the maid said, “but he’s cleared his schedule to visit with you two today.” She smiled at Billy. “You’ll get to meet Bebe. Won’t that be fun?”

“Bebe?”

“Why, Dr. Adler’s little one, of course. I think you two will get along, although Bebe does like to get her way. If she gets rude, just tell her papa.” The maid, who had fashioned Wilhelmina’s blond hair into two neat plaits down her back, stepped away. “There. Now doesn’t she look adorable?” She put her hands on Billy’s shoulders and turned her toward Gage, who smiled broadly.

“She sure does.”

Billy smiled as Gage walked over to escort her downstairs. This time they were taken to a well-appointed parlor with floor-to-ceiling windows, elegant furnishings, and oriental rugs. Dr. Roman Adler was sitting in a leather chair by a small table, smoking a pipe and reading the paper. He stood when they entered.

“Good morning, Gage. Little Billy. I trust you both slept well and enjoyed breakfast.”

“Yes, we did,” Gage replied. “We appreciate the hospitality.”

“And the medicine?” the doctor inquired. “Did your Billy take it as recommended?”

“Not at first,” Gage said, giving Billy a hard look that made her cast her gaze down in shame. “But after a good hard spanking with that paddle she drank every drop.”

“Good man,” the doctor said. “And now that she’s got her day off on a good foot, perhaps she can have a bit of fun with my little one. Bebe?” He looked around. “Where are you, my girl?”

There was a large potted palm in the corner of the room, and now a pretty redhead stepped out from behind it. She was clad in a cowgirl costume—from boots to a deerskin skirt and vest up to a red cowgirl hat slung over her back. Her hair—like Billy’s—was fastened into two braids that hung down her back.

“Bebe, dear, this is Mr. Chandler and his little one, Billy.”

Roman Adler’s little one regarded Billy coolly. “Billy’s a boy’s name,” she announced. A petulant sniff accompanied the statement.

“It’s what my papa calls me,” Billy said boldly. “And I like it. I bet Bebe’s not your real name, either. I bet it’s a name your papa gave you.”

The redhead’s eyes narrowed, and from the side the men watched, letting them work it out, but ready to step in if the little ones got too catty. It was Billy who diffused the tension.

“I like your boots,” she said.

Bebe smiled now. “Thank you. I’m a cowgirl. I even have two ponies.
And
I know how to ride them.”

“I know how to ride, too!” Billy offered. “But I don’t have a pony.”

Bebe turned to Dr. Adler. “Do you hear that, papa? She knows how to ride! It’s been years and years and years since I had a friend who knows how to ride!”

“I believe that is a gross exaggeration, my dear,” Dr. Adler said, laughing.

“Can I take her to see my ponies? Please?”

“Oh, I don’t see why not. But no riding. I don’t want you leaving the barn, understand?”