Millie's Western Adventure
Chapters : 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7-17 Available On
PLEASE NOTE: This is a preview of this novella. It is available for purchase in its entirety via
Doc stared down at the girl on his
table. He was beginning to be
concerned. She'd been out for a long
time. She was very pale, and that didn't
bode well. He picked up the needle he'd
used to stitch up her wound and began prodding various places on her body,
looking for reaction. He got normal pain
reflexes from her body, suggesting the nerves were working, but she didn't wake up.
Next he pressed his ear to her
chest, listening to her heart. It was
strong, but seemed slower than normal. She was clearly in shock.
He began reviewing ways he could increase her heart rate to move her blood
faster through her body, which would get more blood to her brain, too. Almost all of them required the patient to be
awake and helping.
Something popped into his
mind. It had been part of an argument
several of his teachers had engaged in, back when he was training for the war. That argument hadn't been about wounded men. Rather, it had been about a way to invigorate the spirit of a woman. It had been entertaining then, listening to the older men proposing that stimulating a woman's sexual parts could have medicinal value, but now it suddenly seemed preposterous. Still ... she was naked, and good looking under her injuries, so rationalizing it was easy.
He thought about it now. His gut instinct was that it was clearly wrong. It bordered on rape. On the other hand, she might die unless he got her blood flowing. The shock could kill her otherwise. And while the theory of it all was something to be argued, the results - if it worked - were clearly what she needed right now.
Doc looked around to make sure he hadn't missed closing off all the ways people could see into his surgery. When he was satisfied he was alone, and that there were no witnesses, he began to stroke the woman's skin, massaging
her. He knew this was causing pain where his hands moved over her injuries, but if that pain woke her up, all the
Her breasts had not been injured. He felt a bit peculiar molding
his hands around them, moving them around on her chest. They were firm. He had seen no stretch marks, and the tight
density of her breasts under his hands convinced him she'd never given birth,
or suckled a baby.
This was causing feelings in him that weren't welcome. It had been a long time for Doc, since he'd
had a woman. And he'd never had one who was young and pretty like this one. Not
that he intended on doing anything past getting her heart beating harder, but it still
seemed like rape - that's what it would be in his mind, with her unconscious
like this. Without conscious intent, his hands took on a more languid motion as they moved from
massaging her breasts, to playing with them.
It was still part of a massage, so he felt only the discomfort brought
on by the guilt of enjoying it. The
nipples, which had been flat, almost non-existent before, now showed signs of
life. They rose from the pale areolas,
until he could pinch them between thumb and forefinger. When he rolled them they became stiff and
turgid. He felt the amazement a
physician always feels when he could observe how the body worked, even if he
didn't understand all the processes.
He realized he was stiff in his
pants. He looked at the patient. She was still white as a sheet. He thought of the rest of it, as it had been
described by an older doctor, back when they took a break from receiving hurried semi-formal
instruction, before being sent off to the battlefield. There were arguments, for and against, in his
mind. What decided him was the fact that
if she never woke up, there'd be no possibility she'd find out, and therefore
no hurt or embarrassment. And if she did
wake up ... well as long as she didn't do it while he was actually engaged in
things ... it was still unlikely she'd ever know what he'd done.
He wet the first and middle fingers
on his right hand in his mouth, and slid them to the woman's vulval
vestibule. He had to stop and spread her
legs so he could get better access, then returned his fingers to her sex. He felt for the clitoral bulge and massaged
it gently, rubbing his fingers in a small circle.
While he did this, he watched her
face. He rubbed for two or three
minutes, and was about to give up, feeling shamed, when he began to sense
moisture seeping from her vaginal canal.
Another couple of minutes passed and she was obviously wet. The slippery nature of that wetness made his
motions much smoother. Almost suddenly
he saw color coming back into her cheeks.
Her breathing deepened too and her breasts rose higher. Her nipples were now turgid and hard. He kept rubbing until there was a significant
increase in moisture between her legs.
Well, that part of her body was
working fine, and he was pretty sure that was more than just nerves reacting to
stimulus. That reaction involved the
brain, and his feelings of guilt vanished as he decided it had been the right
thing to do, from a medical point of view.
He didn't like this at all. Actually, the reality of it was that he liked it entirely too much. That
was the real problem. He felt like some
kind of animal for thinking that if she lived, and couldn't pay for her care,
then perhaps some arrangement could be worked out. But only if she were amenable, of course.
Something struck him and he stopped
his clitoral massage. He went to her
feet and spread her legs more, pushing her feet up beside her buttocks. That opened up her crotch to him
obscenely, but got her in the position she needed to be in for what he wanted
to find out. With opposing fingers he
pried her sexual lips open and peered at the bottom of her vagina. The thin, translucent membrane was easily seen.
She was a virgin!
Doc was puzzled. A girl this old anywhere west of Kansas City would
have a baby by now, maybe even two. She
came off the train, but whoever was accompanying her had not showed up. True, once the train had left, her husband
... or chaperone ... would have to get it stopped and then walk back, unless he
... or she ... had a horse in the
baggage cars. But they should have heard
something by now, even if it was just a telegraph message. She'd been missing from that train for hours.
He looked back up at her face. Her cheeks were pink now, though her
breathing had slowed since he stopped stroking her clitoris. He moved up to her
shoulder and, stared at her. Yes, her
color was much better now. He had done enough. He started, intentionally, to
turn aside but, unable to resist the temptation, bent over to suck one of her
nipples into his mouth. He nursed on it, feeling its rubbery length in his
mouth, and playing with it with his tongue.
He pulled off and was amazed to see it had extended even further, maybe
half an inch. The baby that suckled these nipples was going to be a happy,
happy baby. He did the other one and slid his hand back to her groin.
She moved! Then she moaned. He stopped his manipulations of her immediately and got his smelling salts. He
waved them under her nose and she frowned. Then her eyes popped open. He saw
terror in those eyes and wondered what was going through her mind.
"There there," he said soothingly. "You're all right now. You don't need to be afraid. Everything
is fine now." He put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently to reassure her.
Her eyes focused on his. They were blue, brilliant blue, a blue so bright and deep it was like looking into a deep
pool of water. "Where am I?" she asked faintly. "Who are you?" Her eyes filled with
something he recognized immediately. "It hurts! Everything hurts!"
"My name is Doctor Fisk. You
were injured in an ... accident. You're in my surgery. What's your name,
"I'm ... I'm ..." her
eyes went out of focus, as if she were concentrating on something inside her
head. "I don't know who I
am!" There was a weak, but rising tone of panic in her voice.
"There there," he
murmured again, patting her shoulder. "Let's not worry about that right
now. You've had a bump to the head, and you'll probably remember everything in
a little while. Don't worry about it for now, all right?"
Her chin lowered as she looked at
the hand patting her shoulder.
"I'm naked," she said, as
if she were pointing out that she sometimes wore her hair down, instead of
piled up on her head.
"Your clothing was torn to
shreds and I had to take it off of you to treat your wounds," he
"Oh," she said. Clearly
she was still not able to understand everything. "I have other clothes.
Don't I?" her question confirmed that she wasn't sure about that. She
tried to sit up.
"Owwwww," she cried and
collapsed back on the table. She began
"You must try not to
move," cautioned Doc. "I had to sew up one of your injuries. You're
going to have to stay here for a little while, to recuperate. You just lie
there and I'll go and find something to cover you with."
Those astonishingly innocent and
deep blue eyes traversed the ceiling and fixed on his face. He felt movement in
his groin and realized he was still erect. Just this woman's eyes were enough
to make him think about ...
He pushed those thoughts out of his
head. He turned and went to a cupboard
where he knew there was a horse blanket a cowboy had paid him with for
sewing up a nasty gash where he had been gored by a longhorn. He pulled it out.
He hadn't had any use for it until now, since he had an old buggy that he'd
been given for delivering a baby and saving the mother's life when the delivery
got ugly. That was pulled by a swaybacked horse that had to be sixteen years
old if it was a day, which was his payment for taking off old Joe Miller's left
leg after it went gangrenous because of infection in a compound fracture. As he
unfolded the blanket he could tell it wouldn't do. It was much too rough, and
there were horsehairs all over it. Besides, it smelled terrible. He kept
looking, but there was nothing in his surgery that could double as either
clothing or suitable covering for his patient.
Doc went to the door and opened it,
peering outside. Boots was napping on the porch, her hat down over her eyes and
one foot cocked up.
"Boots!" he barked.
She put one finger to her hat brim
and pushed it up, looking up at him. "Ya don't haf'ta yell Doc," she
"She's awake. I need some
clothes for her, or a sheet or something to cover her up with. Clothes. She's
going to have to have clothes. See if they'll give you something at the general
store. And if they demand payment, remind them that I pulled their oldest boy's
tooth when it was giving him fits and they never paid me for it."
You never could tell how Boots
would react to a given situation. She went from napping and complaining to
instant explosive activity. She jumped up and took off running like a scalded
cat, causing several people to dive for cover, since when Boots was moving like
that, gunplay usually erupted soon after.
While she was gone, Doc
interrogated his patient.
He didn't learn much, because she
couldn't remember much. Each time she
tried and failed, she grew a little more frantic and he had to calm her. He had no idea how long this amnesia might
last, but he tried to calm her as much as he could. He decided that if she had a name that might
help. Her pain was stronger than she was
used to dealing with too, which caused delays as she tried to cope with
it. He offered her whiskey and was not
at all surprised when she snapped that she didn't drink. He'd already decided this girl had
breeding. And all that did was make it
even stranger that no one had inquired about her.
"Well," said Doc,
"Until you remember your real name, how about we call you Millie. Is that
"I suppose it's as good as any
name," she said. "What's to happen to me?"
"Until we find out who you
are, and where you're supposed to be, I think we could put you up in the schoolmarm's
house. We don't have a teacher right now, and that place is empty." A
thought came to Doc. "I don't suppose you can read?" he asked.
"Of course I can read,"
she said immediately. "How odd! I can remember that, but I can't remember my
own name." She frowned. "At least I think I can read," she said doubtfully.
Doc looked around and saw an old
copy of the Prairie Gazette by the stove. He had planned on using the pages in
it to start fires in the stove when cold weather arrived. He retrieved it and
handed it to his beautiful patient. She unfolded it as if she'd handled
newspapers before and began to read.
"The trouble between the sheep ranchers and the cowmen was exacerbated
recently when six sheep were found shot and left to rot on the Anderson spread.
Josh Anderson vowed to find out who had committed the heinous crime and exact
Doc whistled. "You can sure
read. There's two or three words in that paragraph I don't even know the
He pointed to the words and she
explained them to him. Doc went to his desk and got out the list of what people
owed him for his services. "Can you add up those figures?" he asked
Millie added them in her head,
without even a nib. Doc got his quill and added the figures himself. She was
"Millie, my dear," he
said. "I believe we just found ourselves a new school teacher!"
"I'm a teacher?" she
asked, clearly puzzled.
"You know far more than most
folks in these parts. If you can teach kids hereabouts to read and cipher,
that's plenty." Doc began quizzing the naked girl about world events he
was aware of and found that she knew much more about things than he did. She obviously
came from back East, where news was easier to get.
Boots came tearing back into the
surgery. In her hands were a gingham dress and a pair of boots that looked like
they might fit a young man. "I had to convince the storekeeper that he
needed to part with these things," she said. "But he wouldn't go for
the frilly unmentionables the ladies wear around here. This is the best I could
do without gunplay."
Doc smiled. "You did just
fine, Boots. I'd like to introduce you to Millie, our new school teacher,"
he said grandly.
"She remembered who she
is?" asked Boots.
"No, but we found out she's
probably as smart as most of this town all put together, and until we can
figure out who she is she's going to teach school."
"I am?" asked Millie.
"Don't you have to talk that over with the school board? Or at least the
"Don't have a school board, and the town fathers will do what I tell 'em. Less'en they want to support you
while we make inquiries. Since that would come out of their pockets I doubt very much they'll want to argue about things. You got injured at their Depot, so I suspect they'll be only
too happy to trade you room and board for teaching while things get
straightened out. You just act all snippety, like a lady would and complain
about how shabby that little house is, and a few things like that. You might
mention that you have a lawyer friend back East who might be interested in how
you got hurt and abandoned and all that. And bat your eyes at them a lot.
You're a handsome woman Millie, and that will play long and hard for you with
the old geezers you'll be dealing with."
The situation was so odd for all of them that, when Doc helped Millie make a painful transition from lying on the table to standing beside it, the fact she was still stark naked didn't seem to affect them as it might have under other conditions. Boots gazed frankly at the lush curves of this woman and sighed. She'd never look like that. "You sure are pretty ma'am," she said.
"Why thank you," said
Millie automatically. Then she realized how naked she was and blushed. "Oh
my, you must think me a hussy." She tried to cover her breasts and crotch,
with little success.
"Now now" said Doc.
"I've seen you already, when I examined you, and Boots is a woman too, so
there's no need to feel uncomfortable. Let us help you with the dress. It's
going to be painful for you to bend over or raise your arms for a while."
Boots stepped up to help and,
together, they got Millie's arms up as she winced and bit her lip. They slid
the dress down over her nakedness and it flowed over her breasts. It caught on
her hips, but a tug got it down. She looked completely normal, except for the
fact that the cloth sliding over her nipples had caused them to spike. Millie
saw that as she looked down, and covered her breasts with her hands.
"Aw shucks, ma'am," said
Boots. "Mine do that too sometimes. I almost had to kill a man who ran his
mouth about it once upon a time."
"Speaking of which," said
Doc. "I've never examined you since that day you got here, Boots. You need
a checkup for sure at your age."
Boots' face got wary. "Now
Doc, don't you go gettin' no ideas about seeing me nekkid. Last man what
did, before you, is worm food and that was too good fer 'im." She paused, staring at the doctor. "'Sides, I feel jest fine."
Doc looked at the scruffy young
woman and wondered briefly what she'd look like cleaned up. Then he remembered what she'd looked like
back then, and the evidence of what that animal had done to her sexually. It wasn't odd she had no interest in either
men or sex.
"Good enough, Boots," he
said softly. "I expect you know
The other woman in the room moaned,
and Bob looked to see her leaning sideways.
She had a hand over her abdomen now, rather than her breasts, and she
was pale again.
"It hurts," she whispered.
Bob went to a cupboard and fished
in his pockets for a ring of keys. He
stopped at one of the few cabinets that had a lock on it, selected a key and
opened the lock. He pulled the door open
and reached inside, removing a dark brown bottle.
"What's that?" asked
"Laudanum," said the
doctor. "Don't use it often, but I
think it's needful now."
He searched for a spoon but
couldn't find one. In the end he simply
took the cork out of the neck of the bottle and placed the tip to Millie's
mouth. Her eyes, which had closed,
"What...?" she mumbled.
"Take a sip of this," he
said, tipping the bottle up.
Knowing the taste was foul, he only
wet her lips before letting the bottle back down so that if she spit it
wouldn't waste any. The stuff was hard
to come by and this was his last bottle.
She made a face and raised a hand to push weakly at his wrist.
"You need this," he
urged, pressing the bottle to her lips again.
"I know it tastes terrible, but swallow some."
He tipped the bottle again and she
let some into her mouth. Her face
scrunched up, but she swallowed.
"One more," he insisted,
and got another swallow down her.
Within minutes she slumped into his
arms. Boots helped him carry the woman
into the back of the building, where Bob lived.
There was only one bed, of course, but he didn't hesitate to put the
woman on it. She was well out of it now,
her mouth hanging open loosely. He knew
she'd sleep for several hours, and hoped that would be enough to give her the
strength she'd need to deal with the pain when she woke up. He didn't plan to give her more of the drug.
"So where you gonna sleep,
Doc?" asked Boots. She looked at
"I'll manage something,"
"You gonna undress her?"
He looked at Boots with
surprise. "Of course not," he
said. "Why would you ask me
"Most men would," she
said softly. "Most men would fuck
He felt actual shock that a woman
had used such a coarse word, even if that woman looked like a man most of the
time. It must have shown in his face because she laughed at his discomfiture.
"Hell, Doc, it's only a word."
"I'm not most men, Boots,"
he said, trying to salvage some dignity.
"I'll admit that's true,"
said the scout. She turned to
leave. "It's prob'ly why you're the
only man in town I've never thought about cutting his dick off of."
He felt the blood drain from his
face at the casual way she said it. He
suddenly had no doubt that the woman was fully capable of carrying out such a
threat. He stared at her. She grinned and he had an errant thought that
her teeth were probably the most perfect he'd seen in years.
"You're safe, Doc, cause
you're a dyed in the wool gentleman.
Take good care of our new schoolmarm.
I've had a hankerin', once in a while, to learn my letters. Maybe she'll teach me too."
Bob blinked, astonished yet again at the
behavior of this woman he'd taken for granted these last few years. He turned back to his patient, wondering if she'd be as interesting as the barely civilized tracker who'd just left. His eyes wandered to her thrusting breasts,
under the thin gingham cloth. The nipples had relaxed and were no longer visible. His penis lurched in his pants.
His initial assessment had been wrong.
She would be a good looking
woman when the bruises and scrapes healed.
He hadn't seen a body like that in a long time. Most of the women in these parts, if they
needed a doctor at all, preferred to stay completely clothed while they were
He sighed again. Maybe Boots was a lot smarter than folks gave
her credit for. He felt slightly guilty
for wanting to see this young woman naked again. And the thought of lying with her, even if it
was only to lie there, finished filling his penis with blood. He groaned, looked over his shoulder at the
door to his room and then hauled out his stiff organ. He let his eyes roam over the unconscious
girl's form as he stroked slowly. Then,
remembering her soft, white skin and the pouting sexual lips below where he'd
sewed her up, his hand speeded up. He
arched his back and pushed his rod toward the girl as it spurted lines of white. He knew he'd have to get a rag and clean up,
but he didn't care. It felt better this
time than it had in years.
Gasping for air, the guilt came
back as he realized how the girl would have felt if she'd awakened while he was
lusting after her. Her mouth was still
loose and open, though, her breathing deep and regular.
Refastening his trousers, the
doctor turned and left the room. It was
a bit early, but supper at the hotel might be ready soon.
<< Previous Chapter | Next Chapter >>