An expedition

Dear Diary,

I found myself on the Northcut Somatrain Line, heading into the wilderness. In truth, I envy Cordelia and Mother back home, enjoying the ministrations of the servants. I've taken to joining mother in her evening massage, and I must say it has improved my mood dramatically; and now I'm out here in the bushes, once again.

What is strange is that none of the usual Gurkha guards are with us, and my father has been unusually quiet. He has assigned to me a chaperone, a Mr. Trask; who looks more than capable of handling himself. Probably a veteran from the American skirmishes near Iceland or some such thing. He carries an antique from the Great War, a large, rust-pitted revolver. His forearms are criss-crossed with scars to match his robust, muscled body and knife-wounded face. There is something wicked in his eyes. I don't trust him.

It was three hours before we disembarked. I must find out what type of Soma engine they are using. The distortions left me woozy for nearly an hour. Has to be an older model that didn't have the Fold calibration stabilizers that the newer models had. Still, I can't help but wonder how long the ride would have been without it. Probably a day or two.

We arrived at Kingston, New India, Rajah-4's most Western outpost. The locals are your typical frontiersmen. Some noble explorers, some cutthroat businessmen, some criminal trash. I'm sure my father employed all three classes of civilian. The stranger elements of Hindu society were present as well. Mystics, dancers, and snake charmers lined the streets as we entered the Velocicarriage. I drew the curtains closed, and stared at Mr. Trask. My father was riding ahead of us, talking to a man riding a Rajan transport animal of enormous size. It was like an Earth elephant, but with no big floppy ears and a beak where a big floppy nose would be. If I remember biology class correctly, they are omnivores that vastly prefer the Luminuts they find high in the trees to chasing down its meals.

Dear Diary,

I must report a most disgusting and shameful act that has occurred. I was sitting in the Velocicarriage writing in this journal when father stopped it, and came to my window. "Clara, I must go. Seems that the scouts are reporting that the Soma detectors are acting up, which might mean we've stumbled onto a sizable quantity of it. Mr Trask here will see you to the hotel and attend to your needs while I'm away. Try and take in some of the local culture here, child. There are more ways to live in this world than following certain "bad examples." I rolled my eyes. Typical of my father to bring me out a thousand miles from true civilization and instruct me to take in local culture from my hotel room. It wasn't five minutes after he rode off, and we toward the hotel, when that filthy Mr Trask leaned close to me, and motioned for me to lean foreward, as if he was going to tell me a secret.

"So, sucked a lot of cocks, Ms Hughes?" Mr Trask said. I was shocked, and deeply embarrassed. "I remember a girl looked like you when we was takin' Seattle. Pretty lit'l thing. Me an' the boys didn' even 'ave to say a word. She just dropped to 'er knees and started suckin' almost as soon as we'd kicked the door in. So what say you? Feel like suckin' a cock?" he said, grabbing his penis through his trousers. "I've 'eard tales of you "colony girls". How you just lay out for the whole world to see, lettin' the servants get between your knees like its nothin'," he said, leaning foreward and placing his right hand on my knee. I was frozen in shock. He was pushing my dress up...

"I'm not one of those girls!" I said, defiantly. He grinned, and with a great heave, stood up and swiveled around so he wasn't in front of me anymore, but rather beside me. He smelled of gin and bananapods. His hand kept pushing my dress up until my knee was exposed. He leaned on me heavily, and slid a hand over my corseted breasts. I squirmed and pushed, but his thick fingers kept groping and exploring my body.

"Now then. Yer' pops is gonna be gone all day and night; and he left you in my care. What are you gonna do? Run away, a thousand miles from home? How about we make this easy? Whatta' ya' say?" He had pushed my dress up passed my leggings, and was now aggressively pushing his hand between my thighs. His other hand had slid into my corset, and my right breast was in his hand. I pushed against his face, but my hand slid off, and now my arm was trapped between our bodies. His disgusting tongue slid out, and he tasted my cheek.

I reeled back, which was what he wanted. My legs parted slightly, and just like that, his fingers found my panties. He pressed hard against me, fumbling with his pants to get his prick out. I felt his grubby fingers inside me as we squirmed on the seat. In only a moment we would be outside of town, going God knows where with him doing God knows what to me. I had to think of something, and fast. The thoughts entered my mind, and none of them were good options. Do I make a break for it, and try to find shelter in town, fight him and hope for the best, or try to bargain for my virginity?