Isiah Edwards and Nellie Oleson end up isolated together when both are exposed to yellow fever.
“What are you going to do to me?” the girl asked.
“What the hell am I going to do? Isiah Edwards thought to himself.
He looked at her. Nellie Oleson, the terror of Walnut Grove. A spoiled brat that got anything and everything she wanted. Slim, blonde hair always in curls, tall for her age, with fierce blue eyes but no warmth in them. He had seen her around town and whenever he went into her father’s shop. She was always having a tantrum about something, it seemed. If the word bitch didn’t already exist, it would have been invented just for her.
How had she ended up in his house? Yellow fever. He had been exposed to yellow fever and had isolated himself in his own home intending to stay there for a month to ensure that he didn’t spread it to anyone else. After a month he would know that he didn’t have it. Or he would be dead. Either way, no one else would get sick.
Then this idiot girl and her stupid friends decided to play a game of truth or dare and someone dared her to knock on his door. He caught her and of course, couldn’t let her leave and expose everyone else in town. Fortunately her friends had all stayed on the road and not come onto his property. Just her.
Unfortunately that meant having to deal with her mother. If the word bitch was invented for Nellie Oleson, the word cunt had been invented for Harriet Oleson.
She tried to come into his house ranting and raving like a demon with rabies. After a lot of shouting, her husband was able to make her see reason and they left Nellie alone with him to let the disease run its course. That should have been the end of it. Instead if was the beginning of hell. It’s only been three days and already Isiah was hoping he was sick and that death was imminent. Today was the 5th time he caught Nellie trying to escape the cabin. She just didn’t seem to care how dangerous it was for her to be around other people.
So now he was staring at her wondering the answer to her question, what was he going to do?
“No other choice,” he finally said, “I gotta give ya a whipping.”
“A whipping? You mean a spanking?” she replied, “I’ve never been spanked in my life.”
“Well, that certainly explains a lot,” he said, “Anyway, get over here.”
He grabbed her arm and yanked her down across his knees. He then pulled up her dress and pulled down her bloomers exposing a very lovely little ass. He looked at it with admiration for a moment, and then brought a beefy open hand down on it hard. SMACK!.
“AAAHHH!” Nellie screamed.
Isiah smacked her again, Nellie screamed louder. A third smack, an even louder scream.
For a moment, he felt bad but he wasn’t hitting her that hard. She was just being overly dramatic. He brought his hand down again and Nellie let out an eardrum piercing shriek that actually made Isiah jump to his feet dumping Nellie on the floor where she just lay sobbing.
“Well,” Isiah thought to himself, “maybe she’s not just being dramatic.”
He looked down at her and said, “I hope that you now realize just how important it is to stay here and not expose anyone else.”
She looked at him with pure hate in her eyes. The tears were gone, the sobbing ceased and with as much venom as she could muster, she spat out, “I hope we do have yellow fever. That would mean you got it first and I would get to watch you die first. Then I can go home and die in my own bed.”
Isiah’s face darkened. This little brat just wasn’t getting the message. “Fine,” he yelled at her, “Since you still can’t be trusted, you can’t have your clothes. Take them off.” Nellie looked at him with confusion, “Take my clothes off?”
“You heard me. If you don’t have any clothes, then you won’t try to escape. Unless you plan on going outside naked.”
At a time in American history where is was considered scandalous to show ankles, no woman would ever want to take a chance of being seen in public naked.
“But…” she started to protest. Isiah reached down, grabbed her arm, pulled her to her feet and then looked right in her face seething, “If you don’t take your clothes off right now, I will rip them off you with my bare hands.” He reached out and grabbed her blouse, cupping her breasts as he did so. He had not realized before just how full they were. Nellie stepped back and started removing her clothes. She did so slowly with a lot of hesitation, not realizing how arousing that was to Isiah. As each individual article of clothing his the floor, his dick got harder and harder.
When she finally stood before him totally nude, it was all he could do to not cream his pants immediately. Her breasts were small but full, round, and sat high on her chest. He stomach was that flattest he had ever seen. Her legs were long, her skin was alabaster and smooth. And between those legs was a small little triangle of light blonde hair that was almost invisible if you didn’t look close enough. But Isiah was most definitely going to get a close look. He stepped close to her and reached out to grab those full breasts.
Nellie grasped, she was shocked. She didn’t know what to do. She just stood there. Suddenly, Isiah was kissing her. His tongue penetrated her mouth with such force, she thought he might break her teeth. Then she felt his hand sliding down her stomach, through the small patch of pubic and between her pussy lips. He used his fingers to separate the folds of her pussy and find the hole. He tried to push a finger in but she was so tight, he could barely get it in, just to the first knuckle.
That was all it took to drive Isiah Edwards over the edge. It had been a long time since he had been with any woman and literally years since he had had a virgin. He picked her up, took her into the bedroom and dropped her on his bed. If this was going to be the last pussy he ever fucked, he was going to enjoy it.
He quickly stripped his clothes off then climbed onto the bed and knelt between Nellies legs. He put the tip of his dick against the entrance to her pussy and began forcing his way into her. She wasn’t wet, so it was slow going as she started screaming.
STOP! PLEASE! YOU’RE HURTING ME!
But nothing was going to stop Isiah. He was going to have this bitch. The head of his cock made contact with her maidenhead, he pulled his hips back a little bit and then thrust forward as hard as he could, popping her cherry and making her scream so loud that anyone outside the room would have thought she was getting murdered.
He didn’t care. He was so overcome with lust, that nothing else mattered to him except fucking her as hard as he could. After what seemed like forever to Nellie and way too soon to Isiah, he started to cum. Filling her with more sperm than he had produced in years.
Totally spent, he collapsed next to her on the bed. Exhausted, he fell asleep almost immediately. Nellie just laid there with his cum leaking out of her pussy and tears quietly streaming down her face. She didn’t really know much about sex, but she knew that no man wanted to marry a woman that ever had it before. She was 18 and knew it was time to find a husband, but now she wondered if she would ever get married. She also knew this was how women got pregnant. What if she was pregnant with this sick old man’s baby?
She didn’t know what to do. Eventually, she wrapped herself in a blanket, curled up into a ball, and cried herself to sleep.
A month later, when Isiah and Nellie didn’t return to town, her parents and a few other townspeople went to check on them. Isiah Edwards and Nellie Olseon were found dead from yellow fever. No one could ever provide Harriet with a satisfactory explanation as to why her daughter was found naked