Shattered Innocence

August 11, 1893

She looked up from her journal to watch the scenery through the window. Mile upon mile of flat grassland rolled by, only occasionally relieved but a grove of trees or a small farm. This was the longest train ride that she had ever been on, but she was no longer in awe of the massive train. It has simply been too long since she had had a decent nights sleep and a thorough bath. It was the middle of summer, and the sun heated the train cars and the miserable people traveling across the countryside. She wished that this part of the trip was over.

She stopped watching the flat horizon and looked down at her threadbare dress. It was one of only two that she owned, both given to her by the nuns in the orphanage. She had her only possessions in a worn carpetbag, her slim wardrobe and the only three letters she had ever received in her lifetime.

She came to the orphanage one day when she was almost three. A preacher and his wife on an evening drive had seen smoke in the distance. Upon investigation, they found a little girl standing in the yard of a small farmhouse. “Where’s your parents?” they had asked. All she could do was point into the charred mess. They took her home and fed and bathed her, and the next day she was taken to the orphanage. When they asked her name, she said, “’Manda.” They figured that she had just had a hard time saying Amanda, so Amanda she was. No one knew the family name, so they called her Amanda Rain. The Orphanage was in New York City, somewhere she’s never been. Over the fifteen years that she was placed there, she never ventured outside of the walls. Her lessons, dormitory, and church were all located inside, so there was no reason for her to venture into that sinful world, as the nuns had told her.

She, when she realized that she would soon be released, sent out letters to employment agencies that only hired women. She figured that she could nanny for someone; she always was good with the children that were brought into the orphanage.

The first, and only letter that she received was from a company in Colorado. She read the letter several times:

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Amanda Rain,

I have been contacted by an employment agency in regards to your letter. It seems that they believe that you would be a good candidate for a position in my business. Further questions need to be answered before I can be certain. Are you, or have you ever been married? Do you know how to use bookkeeping records? Are you trained in culinary skills or housekeeping? Do you play any instruments or sing? What are your measurements for seamstress purposes? What is your coloring for clothing requirements? Failure to answer any of these questions will result in not being awarded a position.

Sincerely,

Dalton, Inc.

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As she was told, she answered all of the questions, even if somewhat hesitantly. She even included a small likeness of her that one of her roommates had done on scrap paper.

The second letter was from the orphanage stating that she had one month to decide whether to join the convent or to leave the only home she had ever known. To become a nun was encouraged.

The final letter carried in her bag was from her future employer, Dalton, Inc. Included with this letter was a one-way ticket to Colorado, and some extra money. The letter had further instructions telling her to meet Mr. Jon Freedman on the platform of the station. “Mr. Freedman should be able to recognize you from the likeness that you sent.” She hoped.

She said goodbye to her “sisters” that were in the orphanage with her and the nuns that she had come to think of as her many mothers. She gathered her few possessions, and was on her way. She looked back at the forgotten journal; she didn’t seem to be able to concentrate on it.

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She lifted her head off the window and realized that she was at her station. She gathered her belongings, and walked out onto the platform. There was mass confusion and dust hanging in the air. She walked around trunks and crates to try to get to a point where she could be seen. Suddenly, a strong hand clamped down on her arm. She turned to look at the person, to tell them that they were hurting her. She looked into the cruelest face that she had ever seen. She opened her mouth to scream, but his other hand clamped down on her mouth and nose. Thankfully, she lost consciousness.

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“Well, I see that someone has decided to join us,” said a voice from far in the distance. “Come on Amanda, it’s time to get up,” the voice now losing patience.

Amanda opened her eyes. She immediately gasped. She was in the most beautiful carriage that she’d ever seen. When she looked in front of her, her mouth fell open. Sitting there, smiling at her, was the most handsome man that she thought could possibly exist. Light brown hair with a few mixed in grays, strong build, tanned skin, and beautiful blue eyes. That mouth, it was so wonderful, seemed to be carved by God.

“Where… am I?” she finally asked.

“For starters, you’re in Colorado. You are in my carriage on your way to my home and business. This is where you will both work and live. We are three hours from the nearest town by carriage, which you have traveled two and a half leaning against Mr. Freedman. Kindly right yourself; I detest slovenly behavior.” She did as she was told. I am Steven Dalton; you can call me Mr. Dalton or Sir.

“Yes, Sir. You didn’t tell me….”

“I told you all that you needed to know. Now, may I suggest that you enjoy the view?”

She bent her head to look at her lap, feeling defiant. She was shocked to see that her skirt was tore from hem to hip. Worn petticoats showed through the gash. She made to pull the sides together when the now silent Mr. Freedman ordered “Leave it be”. Once again she obeyed, but still felt enough defiance to try to adjust her legs so that minimal undergarments could be seen. She was so nervous. The only men she had ever been around had been the priests and parishioners that came to the church. Now, she was alone with two men that she barely even knew, and they wanted to stare at her underwear.

“We’ll be arriving at my ranch very shortly. Maybe you should prepare yourself.” She didn’t know what she was supposed to do, so she did nothing. “Why don’t you try fixing your hair a bit.” It wasn’t a question.

She reached for her bag to get her wooden comb. With a frown, she looked up. “Where are my belongings?”

“There was nothing in there that you need other than your journal and the letter stating that you are now eighteen. I removed the letters and your journal, but I had the rest disposed of. You seem surprised. Why else do you think that I asked for your seamstress requirements?”

She did the best she could to her hair, but ended up just taking it down, so it hung freely to her waist. “Leave it like that.”

He was amazed by the way her hair hung, beautiful, soft, multifaceted. He definitely liked it. It made her look younger than eighteen, but he didn’t mind.

When they arrived at the ranch, really a small town, she was shown to her room. A hot bath had been prepared for her. She disrobed and stepped in. When she was immersed, the maid came in and took her clothes. She washed everything at least twice, and enjoyed the feeling of being clean. Soon, the water began to grow cold, so she stepped out into the room. A plush towel awaited her. With nothing else to wrap in, she settled for the towel, and went in search of a hairbrush. The brush was on the vanity, and the vanity in front of the wide window in the room. She stepped over to it and began brushing the tangles out. If her hair wasn’t kept in a bun, it became so unruly. She glanced out the window to see people busy at the day’s work. Directly across from her window was a barn. Standing just inside the door was a man with out a shirt. He had a well-carved body, and nice stature… It was Mr. Dalton! Blushing, she turned from the window to the door, where the maid and Mr. Freedman stood.

Slowly, Mr. Freedman walked forward. He took the brush from her hand, and turned her again to face the window. His hands were at her back pulling at the towel that was wrapped around her. “Let it go.” She shook her head no, staring directly into her employer’s eyes, but no one else paid attention. From the ground, Mr. Dalton nodded his head, and the man behind her ripped her towel away. Everything was exposed. She tried to use her hair as a shield, but Mr. Freedman took the mane and wrapped it in his fist. “No!” she said. But she couldn’t do anything. She moved her arms to cover her body, but they ended up held behind her back. The maid was helping him! She closed her eyes and was rewarded with a swat on her ass with the hairbrush.

“You know you want him to watch you. Just look at him. See that? He likes watching you naked.” Indeed, her employer was smiling.

She began crying; she just couldn’t help but wonder why these people were doing this to her. Below, Mr. Dalton gave one final nod, and the curtains were closed. “It’s time to get ready for dinner, Miss Amanda.”

The dress was handed to her, along with black stockings and no undergarments. “Isn’t there any underwear?” She was handed a black corset, which was then laced as tight as she could wear it and still breath. She had never needed a corset before, and could not think of why she needed one now. The dress was on the verge of being too small. A quarter of an inch lower in the bodice, and her nipples would be showing. “I believe that the seamstress didn’t follow the measurements sent to her.”

Chuckling, the man that she was beginning to despise said, “She followed them perfectly, and I wouldn’t worry about it.”

She was led to the dining room, where she was the only female but the maid who was serving the three people. It seemed that Mr. Freedman took care of everything for Mr. Dalton. She was seated next to her employer, very close to him. She waited until the two men were eating before she picked up her napkin and placed it in her lap. After a few bites of dinner, and a few sips of wine, the day began to catch up with her. She felt a hand graze her lap, but thought nothing of it. Suddenly, she felt a very cold hand touch the inside of her thigh. She jumped and looked at her employer. He told her to continue eating. She drank her wine instead.

A few moments later he called for the maid. “Mary, I do believe that Amanda has dropped something underneath the table. Will you please fetch it?” The maid, never disobeying, hurried under the table.

“Sir, I can’t find anything down here.”

“Well, I guess I was mistaken, but while you’re down there, please occupy Mr. Freedman.”

Noisy slurping sounds could be heard from underneath the table. Mr. Freedman, both hands under the table, seemed to be satisfied.

It must have been the wine, because she suddenly felt so tired that she couldn’t hold her head up anymore. From far away, she heard: “Sir, I believe it’s time.”

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Before she opened her eyes, she wanted to make sure she was dreaming. She had never met Mr. Dalton; a man and a maid hadn’t dressed her. She had never had that strange supper before, and she certainly wasn’t anywhere that smelled like the root cellar at the convent. Was she?

She opened her eyes to find a dimly lit room. It was damp and smelled of mildew and earth. She was somewhere she had never been before.

She had something hard and cold in her mouth, she tried to spit it out. It wouldn’t budge. It was a long bar, definitely metal. She moved her hands to take the bit out; both were frozen in place by what sounded like chains. Becoming frightened, she moved her ankles. Both were also heavily chained in place. She was cold; she didn’t realize that she had only the new corset and the stockings on. Suddenly, she felt like crying. Nothing like this could have happened to her if she had just joined the convent and stayed where they told her she should. Her nipples were hard from the cold. Her sob broke the silence.

“Miss Amanda” came a voice. “I wouldn’t cry if I were you. He won’t like that. Not at all. He’ll only get more angry with you…”

“Shut up, Mary.” A loud smack, of flesh contacting flesh, made her cringe. She knew that the maid was punished for her warning.

“Well, look who’s awake from her little nap. Your master will be in here in a moment. Maybe you should continue crying, see what will happen?”

She tried her best to stop, and finally she almost had, when she heard a heavy wooden door open and shut.

“What’s this? Someone not happy with their new position, pardon the pun?” There was a sudden smack across her breast so hard that she felt welts forming. “Jon, why don’t you get her ready for an examination.”

A chuckle, “Yes, Sir. You’ll be wanting her cleaned first?”

“Of course. I’ll be back in an hour. Is that long enough?”

“Yes, Sir”

Once again she heard the heavy door. “You are not going to feel comfortable in a moment, but it shouldn’t last too long.” He reached underneath the hard table that she was laying on. An area of the table was removed just below her waist. He also repositioned her legs by bending them at the knees and spreading them apart. With out her underwear, everything that she was told not to touch as a child was opened up for these cruel people.

She flinched again as a cold hand touched her cheek, right next to her anus. The man laughed this time, and it was even worse to hear than his hideous chuckle. The door opened again. The entire room was surprised into frozen positions.

The beautiful man, she didn’t hate him, but he scared her, walked back into the room.

“On second thought, this one’s special to me. I am going to do this myself.”

“If you want, Sir,” the amusement was now gone from the cold man’s eyes.

“Give me the bucket that has the soap water. Now, Amanda, this is going to hurt. I want you to not fight me, or it’ll only hurt worse. I am going to stick this in your ass, and I am going to make you shit. I want it clean before I look in there. Got it?” She nodded her head, crying again. “Good. Now, relax.” He said chuckling. A hard cold object touched her hole. She flinched, which rewarded her a strong smack on the ass. The object kept being pushed in. Finally, it stopped going in, but was now being spread. What felt like a tube was inserted, and the cold metal object was removed.

“You’re going to feel a lot of pressure, and probably some severe stomach cramps. You’re going to want to shit, but you had better wait until I tell you to.” He was right. As he forced the soapy water in, she began to cry harder. She had never felt this kind of pain before. Suddenly the tube was removed, she began to relax. Something larger, and coarser was shoved in. “This is a cork. It will make sure that you do not shit until I am ready for you to.

She was forced to hold it in her forever, it seemed. Finally, Mary was told to bring the bowl to the table and place it underneath. The cork was removed, and soon, her bowel’s contents were rapidly leaving her. Mary took another towel and cleaned her ass cheeks and the table off.

“Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

She nodded that it was, but only received another smack across her breasts for that. Her nipples, still standing proud, began to sting from the attack. They became even harder. Again the metal speculum was inserted into her ass, easier this time, and her employer examined her. The metal was removed, and a large, long cold cylinder was inserted. “This is a glass tube, made especially for me. You are to hold it in your anus the rest of the time, or until I remove it. If you drop it, and it breaks, you will be punished. Understand?” She nodded. She felt full, it was so hard to describe, but she felt almost fulfilled too.

Soon, the same metal that she felt on her ass hole was violating her vagina. This was the same abnormal pressure as it was being inserted, and the same almost pain as it was separating her folds. She was concentration on that feeling so much that she felt the grooved glass slide a bit from her ass. She bucked, trying not to drop it.

Another sharp rap across her breasts brought her still.

“Mary, will you get the strap?” When she returned to the tableside, she was holding a small leather strap. She tied it to the small bolts on both sides and tightened. Amanda realized at once that the maid was forcing the glass back inside of her anus, she wouldn’t have to concentrate on holding it; it was being done for her.

“You really disappointed me, Amanda. I had hoped that you could take a simple direction. But, if that glass were to break tonight, I don’t think that you could take the punishment. We’ll see about the future.”

He returned to the speculum in her pussy. “So, you are still a virgin. We will have to take care of this. It is too bad that you can’t keep a woman a virgin and fuck her at the same time. Amanda, darling, you look confused. Yes, I did say fuck. Do you not know what it means? No? Did they not teach you anything at the fucking convent you were in? I’m sure they did, but obviously not about the differences between a man and a woman. Jon, Mary, get her ready.”

The man stepped forward, and loosened the chains at her wrists. The woman helped her move down to the end of the table. Mr. Dalton shoved Mary’s face into Amanda’s crotch. “You know what to do.” The maid began licking her vagina and Amanda couldn’t help but respond. She’d never had anyone touch her there before. Mary found her clitoris and began frantically licking the swollen pea. Soon, Amanda was humming with desire. She felt like she was on the verge of a waterfall, ready to go at any time. The licking stopped. Her master stood between her knees, his crotch perfectly level with hers. A pillow was shoved under her head so that it was angled down and her pussy was in plain site. She’d been shaved. All of her soft pubic hair was gone. That wasn’t what held her attention. The massive cock that her master was holding was positioned at her entrance. That was the difference between men and women that no one had ever told her about. She nearly fainted. Jon slapped her face.

“No, Amanda, no more fainting today. I want you awake when I take your virginity in all its pain and glory.” With that he shoved his cock deep inside of her. He buried it to the hilt. Pain ripped her body in two. She wanted to pass out, wanted relief. She then realized that he wasn’t moving. He was watching her pain on her face, waiting until it didn’t hurt anymore. He was almost being kind. As her pain subsided, he began to slowly move in and out. Blood, precum and vaginal fluid lubricating every slide in and out. He began to rub her sore clit, bringing her to orgasm. She finally fell over the waterfall, just as he began to stroke harder and harder within her. Soon, he grunted, groaned, and she felt him cum within her.

“That’s how you make a baby, Miss Amanda. Clean her up.”

He pulled out of her and began to walk away.

“Never mind. I will do it myself. Why don’t the two of you go keep each other company?”

“Sir, the wine is next to the door.” Mary said this before she turned to follow Jon out the door. Her master removed her bit from her mouth. He was pressing the bottle to her mouth. “Why,” she managed, before the cool liquid threatened to choke her.

“Maybe someday you’ll know.” Was all he said. She lost consciousness before he took out the glass from her ass. He almost lovingly took the chains off of her wrists and ankles, being careful to check for any permanent damage. He washed all the blood off of her body and dried it. He removed the corset and the stockings and wrapped her in a large blanket. He carried her back through the large house, and placed her on her bed with a kiss on the cheek. She’d sleep until tomorrow afternoon.