<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/69/Marguerite_Tuerny01.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Marguerite Tuerny<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 2, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Camp Gǒu<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Nathan Hunter, Closed<br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://yesiroleplay.webs.com/images/4f2dd84e83fac.jpg)</div>The campaign of terror plaguing the construction camp succeeded almost too well.  The guards had been put on alert, pulling double shifts and completely disrupting their schedule.  This may have been a good thing.  This should have been a good thing, as all four of her tent-mates were officially on duty when the explosion occurred.  Only one of those men - a vicious yellow runt with a ridiculously large cock, was thinking with that dick.<br/><br/>So Marguerite found herself on all fours when the explosion went off, her wonderfully formed body taking brutal abuse from ten and three quarters inches of rock solid yellow dick.  She didn't seem to mind.<br/><br/>Big Cock - as his name more accurately translated even though he insisted on introducing himself to English-speakers as Rooster - knelt behind her naked body, the full length of his wrist-thick yellow cock rammed into the white girl's rear.  The little man was stronger than he seemed, and very energetic.  His big hanging balls kept slapping heavily into her gaping pussy, stretched wide and loose and to wet-glistening depth from the savage pounding Big Cock had delivered over the last hour.   The little shit was finally learning how to use the endowment god had granted, and Marguerite was shivering and shuddering all up and down her slender porcelain form.<br/><br/>Her pretty face twisted into a mask of agony as she rode out another wave of pleasure so intense it burned.  The cocky little sonovabitch had given her orgasm.  Again.  It had started out so ordinary - the horny yellow toad sneaking into the tent for a quickie - like he did so many times before.  She'd been getting herself ready to flee, pulling together the few coins hidden about the tent and donning her clothes.  So preoccupied was he with not getting caught leaving his post, he failed to notice she was dressed when he arrived.  After her first start of alarm and the aftermath when he failed to notice anything out of the ordinary, she felt mostly a vague annoyance at his reckless but predicable intrusion - but there was over an hour left before midnight, and she had plenty of time to lay back, let him get his dick wet, fake her own pleasure, and send him on his way, cock-sure and happy.<br/><br/>Only the damned yellow Chink had been listening when she taught him technique - especially since his ego was bruised by her white visitor.  He still went in rough, but then he'd settled in and started to fuck her.  Not the spastic uncontrolled rut that was all he could normally manage, but fucking her in a deep, powerful, penetrating way - his thick member scraping along her most sensitive spots - his thrusts pushing every nub and button and his controlled withdrawals leaving her aching to be refilled.  Ten minutes: That was the limit of his stamina.  But it was a miserable night and he didn't want to go back out into the dark, so he slowed down and he controlled himself - and he outlasted his best performance by doubling it, then tripling it.  And her body responded to him... orgasmic waves rocked her body for the first time under his domain.  She came hard, and then she came again, and she kept coming in shuddering, trembling waves that left her exhausted and euphoric.  Half an hour, and then he released inside her.<br/><br/>She had lost track of time, and thought she'd missed the midnight window, the distraction - whatever it was to be - unnoticed in her shockingly intense multiple orgasms.  But after he pulled free she noted the shadows hanging across the tent - everything out there seemed normal - no distraction had upset the tense calm of the camp.  Good, she had time then, if she could get Big Cock to leave.  His long thick dick lay across her thigh, flaccid and spent and wet with their fluids, and she complimented him on his performance.  This time, for the first time, with complete sincerity.  The cocky little bastard was positively glowing with pride and smug satisfaction, an attitude he often displayed.  Only amplified now to a level of insufferable arrogance.  Insufferable that is, except that he had earned the right to gloat.  He had earned it truly and well, and she let him know it with lavish praise and anything but feigned admiration.<br/><br/><strong>"You pretty good too."</strong>He allowed with condescending grace.<strong>"You get me hard, maybe I fuck you again."</strong>She stared at him in shock mixed with awe and wonder.  Big Cock always lost interest after he got his rocks off - he was about there most lazy Chinaman you might meet.<strong>"You suck my dick.  Make me hard now."</strong>He ordered, pushing her face down into his crotch.<br/><br/>She didn't have time for this.  She had to get him out of here and make her way to the edge of camp...  But his cock, even limp and spent, was so thick and juicy and...  She licked her lips as she eyed the curled fall of his thick limp shaft, scowling at the evil, seductive monster as it lay quiescent for the moment.  He was probably more interested in staying inside out of the elements and away from work than in really giving her another go.  But...<br/><br/>But a girl could always try!  She decided gamely, and perhaps more than a little foolishly  Leaning in, she used her hands and her tongue and her body and her clever, inventive mind to get that big dick hard again.  And surprisingly her efforts paid off.   She winced again as a particularly savage thrust into her tight bottom shoved her face-first into the dirt floor of the tent - paid off in spades!<br/><br/>First she got him half-erect, barely hard enough for penetration, and then she'd mounted up, riding him reverse-cowgirl - and while she bounced he swelled and expanded and he pushed her forward and he drilled her from behind, making her orgasm in a brand new series of multiple racking waves.  And when it should have been over -  when he should have shot himself into her gaping-open, sloppy-stretched pussy, he had pulled himself free and brutally drilled into her tight anus.<br/><br/>Even if Nate walked in right now and shot Big Cock dead, she wasn't sure she could leave - she was wet and sweaty and exhausted and sore and her knees felt like rubber, her legs barely able to support her even on all fours.  she was already exploding before the camp shook under the dual blast of ghost rock and gun powder.<br/><br/><strong>"[What the hell?]"</strong>Big Cock demanded in his native tongue, looking at the green and orange fireballs blazing through the wall of the tent.  One thing about the Rooster, he might be lazy and he wasn't that bright, and he was a vicious little sod, but he was no coward.<strong>"[You stay here.]"</strong>He instructed, again in Cantonese.  Slapping her bare, lily-white ass hard enough to leave a bright-red imprint, and probably a bruise on the morrow, he rocked back off her, pulling his stiff cock free of her reluctant ass.  Standing by rocking back on heels and the up with a shove into the small of her back to steady himself, he hastily laced his pants, grabbed his weapons, and ran out into the burning night.<br/><br/>Well... shit.  She thought, couldn't the attack have waited for an hour, or maybe two hours?  She sighed, and despite her disheveled appearance and the sticky half-dried sweat and semen covering her bare body,  she forced herself up and dressed herself with surprising speed.  Grabbing the tiny money pouch and still buttoning her tunic top closed, she slipped from the tent and ran for a nearby gully - the route she'd chosen to escape the camp.  The light of multiple fires cast conflicting, dancing shadows across the night, and she almost didn't see the black gaping hole of the gully mouth before she nearly fell into it.<br/><br/>Scrambling down, tearing her pants at the knee in the process, she scuttled away from the burning camp - like a rat deserting a sinking ship.  What now?  She wondered?  The Lawman hadn't said any more than to be ready at midnight, and to slip out into the night.  Well, she was out of camp and in the night.  She hoped she hadn't made a mistake, trusting the lawman and leaving the security of the Chinamen's tent.<br/>