Saving Grace by Unknown (best book reader .TXT) 📕

I said, trying not to sound too smug or sarcastic. Cole's fingers dipped down and in between my folds. My mouth opened and a tiny moan escaped at the unexpected touch.

"Atta girl," Cole praised as his fingers ran up and down my moistening slit. His touch held me completely captive. I looked up to see Sam Spencer smiling slightly. Cole's fingers probed into me and I moaned again, lost in the pleasure he was giving me. When I felt him pull his fingers out, my body instantly pushed back, begging for them to be inside me again. "That's enough for now Gracey," Cole said as he patted my rear. My mouth twisted slightly and I let out a whimper. Cole's touch had made me oblivious to Sam's presence, but now that he'd stopped I felt the hot embarassment of being on all fours, under his gaze.

"Looks like things are coming along real well here," Sam said, nodding at Cole. My face flushed with embarassment. This was a position I'd never expected to find myself in front of Sam.

"I went into town to speak with the Sherrif, clear the air about our misunderstanding out by the river. Turned out the Sherrif had some good news for us. The men who robbed this place have been aprehended. They're in the jailhouse now, isn't that so Sherrif?"

"It is indeed," Sam said, nodding again.

"Sherrif's got what he thinks are all your belongings. We're going to go down with him and have a look see." Cole held his hand out for me to grab onto. I realized he wanted me to stand up, but every time I moved I felt the uncomfortable presence of the plug in my rear. I looked back at myself, then at Cole hoping he would understand. Hoping he wouldn't make me explain myself in front of Sam. "What's the matter Gracey?" he asked.

I bit my lip, looked down at the ground and whispered back to him, though with how close Sam was, I knew he could hear.

"I...I don't think I can." I glanced back at my rear to make sure he understood. When I looked back at him, he was smiling a comforting smile.

"Don't worry Gracey, we won't make you ride a horse like that. We'll just go on mine."

I didn't understand. What did he mean go on his? I was trying to tell him that I couldn't walk!

"I...I don't think I can walk, even."

"Nonsense sweetheart," Cole replied pulling me off the bed and helping me step down onto the floor.

My back arched in a funny way as I tried to straighten out. But I couldn't. I had to keep my ass pushed out to accomodate the plug inside me. This also served to push my breasts out the opposite way.

"There," Cole said, smiling, "I knew you you could do it." He put a heavy hand on my rear and petted me there and I must confess that it made me wet between the legs again. Looking around, I wondered what he'd have me wear. But Cole just took me by the arm and began to lead me towards the door. I hesitated. He looked at me, confused. "What's the matter, sweetheart?"

"I...I..." I wasn't sure how to answer his question. Surely he didn't mean for me to go into town like this, unclothed? "May I have some clothes?" I asked, realizing that a question was the path of least resistance. At that moment, Austin walked into the room.

"Howdy Sherrif, nice to see you." Sam tipped his hat at Austin. "What seems to be the problem here?"

"We're going to town. Sherrif's found what he thinks are Gracey's things." Cole said, calm and even.

"Well that sounds alright then. I'll ride with you."

"Gracey was just asking if she could have some clothes," Cole added.

"Aw, beautiful we ain't keeping you clothed. We want the town to see what a beautiful bride we have. See how proud you are to wear that plug in your rear." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, though Austin sounded not only sincere but genuinely proud.

"I...but I...I can't walk around the streets, like this!" I said, my voice climbing to almost a shriek. Austin stepped forward and put a gentle hand on my cheek.

"Gracey, we love you, you know we do. It's the way it's done where we come from. A woman's got to be shown so's everyone knows who she belongs to." He ran his fingers gently down the side of my face. I couldn't believe that I was about to be taken into town completely nude and paraded down the street like some kind of prize, once again a confusion of shame and lust welled inside me. These were my husbands now. I needed to do as I was told and if they wanted me to walk down the street naked, it wasn't my place to disagree.

Austin must have sensed the change in me because when I looked up at him, he smiled.

"Come on now. Let's get going."

The ride into town was the strangest I'd ever had. It was Austin who took me up on his horse, laying flat across the saddle in front of him, naked as the day I was born. They rode slow, the trhee men, and every once in a while he'd pat my rear, or adjust the plug that was inside me. This would make me squirm, but every time he did it I hoped that he would slip his hand lower, in between my thighs and touch my sex.

When we got to the town, I was beginning to get sore, my back feeling stretched from lying across the horse like I had been. As the horses came to a stop outside the general store, Austin hopped off, hitched his to the post, then pulled me down. Now that I could finally see something other than the dry dirt road, my face began to turn beet red again. Men in cowboy hats and women standing on porches had all stopped what they