Bella Starr vs. Emma Nene from Hell in the Palo Duro
True to her promise, the lady outlaw had left off her gunbelt and boots. Missing, too, were the Stetson and her jacket. She made an attractive picture in her moccasins, riding breeches as tight as a second skin, shirt with its sleeves rolled up and hands covered by thin black leather gloves. The shirt was buttoned low to reveal the swell of her impressive breasts.
Posted to keep watch for Belle, a girl on the balcony darted away. When Emma came slinking gracefully down the stairs, the way in which she was clothed threatened to overshadow the black-haired beauty’s appearance. The blonde wore nothing but a brief, lace-trimmed white bodice, black silk tights and slippers. Showing her unadorned hands, she drew on a pair of white gloves. Then, in a silence that could almost be felt, she advanced to the center of the area in front of the bar, which had been cleared of tables and chairs to make room for the anticipated battle.
“I’ll set up drinks all round after I’ve handed her her needings, folks,” Belle announced, moving toward Emma like a great cat stalking its prey.
“If she licks me,” the blonde countered, “I’ll give drinks to the house all night.”
That was all the conversation carried out. Warily the two gorgeous creatures circled each other. Suddenly Belle whipped her arm right back and swung her open palm in a roundhouse slap to Emma’s cheek. It cracked with a sharp, vicious sound, snapping the blonde’s head around and bringing an involuntary squeak of pain. Emma responded almost immediately by whipping out one hand and then the other. The explosive smacks of her palms against Belle’s face rang out loud. Eager to follow up her advantage, the blonde crowded forward with arms flailing. Beildered by the onslaught, Belle retreated. Excited yells rose from the crowd.
Desperate to halt the stinging punishment, Belle suddenly entwined her fingers into Emma’s blonde tresses. She backed off a long stride, hauling the slaoonkeeper’s head down and throwing up her knee. An experienced barroom brawler, Emma had known what to expect. Swiftly she folded her arms in front of her face and Belle’s knee struck them. Altough the blonde had saved herself from serious hurt, the impact snapped her erect. Belle had retained her hold on Emma’s hair, so the pain caused by the halting of her head’s upward movement ripped into the blonde. Letting out a screech, Emma sank both hands deep into Belle’s free-flowing black hair. She jerked and twisted at the ensnared locks with deliberate fury, only to have Belle respond in kind.
Lurching from side to side, their heads bobbing and shaking with the violence they put into the hair-yanking, the girls staggered back and forward. They clung determinedly to each other’s hair, looking to hand-scalp each other. Forehead to forehead, they panted and grunted, striving all the time to retain their balance on wide-spread legs.
With a final wrench bringing squeaks of agony, they jerked free their hands and went into a clinch. Faces, chests, and hips pressed together, they struggled against each other. Then Belle managed to twist away and drag Emma over her ass. Turning a somersault, the blonde went to the floor. However, she clung onto Belle and the brunette followed. Curling over in midair, Belle lit down on her back.
Rolling over swiftly, Emma writhed until she straddled Belle’s stomach. Bending forward, the blonde thrust her fingers into the trapped girl’s breasts, squeezing with all her strength. With the pain knifing into her, Belle reached up and pulled her head forward and then burst up with her hips and the two women rolled apart. Belle turned just in time to meet the blonde’s diving attack. Bust to bust, fingers again ripping at hair, they pitched full-length to the floor. A sudden heave brought the brunette on top, both hands tugging at the blonde’s hair. Shrieking in torment, Emma tried to bow her body upward. Her hand lost its grip on Belle’s hair and scrabbling for a fresh hold, she grasped the front of Belle’s shirt. Buttons popped and the shirt split open down the front.
Angered by the damage to her clothing, Belle released the hair. Wriggling until her knee was rammed against Belle’s stomach, she first slapped the blonde’s face with rights and lefts and then she lay her right hand on Emma’s face and held her head to the floor. Greedily her other hand clamped on the front of the bodice, tugging and pulling until the material came apart from décolleté to waist. Like a flash, Emma braced her feet and head against the floor. Up curved her body with a force that flung Belle away. Belle landed on her hands and knees and Emma plunged onto her back. With her thighs squirming to hold down Belle’s legs, the blonde hooked her left arm around her throat while her right grabbed Belle’s breasts under the open shirt.
Screeching and struggling with the strength of rage-filled desperation, Belle contrived to roll onto her side. The arm was still on her neck and the blonde’s legs, the pale white of the thighs showing through the torn material of the tights, straddled her hips. Belle pulled Emma’s hair with one hand and tore away Emma’s top with the other. Both women fought on naked to the waist. Belle got free of the chokehold and sat up. As she did Emma clamped her legs around her waist from behind. Gasping as the legs crushed her, Belle clawed at Emma’s thighs in a futile attempt at escaping. She then twisted inside the vicelike scissors so that she was facing the blonde. Tilting sideways on her elbow, Emma slammed her right fist into the brunette’s beautiful face. Mouthing croaks of pain, Belle took her hands from Emma’s thighs and put them to better use by grabbing her large naked breasts. The flesh of the feminine spheres oozed around her fingers as she squeezed. Emma’s scream rang out loud. She shoved her tormentress with her legs and both women crawled away, glad to escape.
Dragging themselves to their feet, the catfighters stood for a moment to regain something of their energy. Then they rushed at each other with fists flying. Wild blows struck faces, busts, and stomachs. They threw each other against the bar and the posts and sent each other crashing through tables and chairs with no regard for the audience watching them. Coming in close after the punishment they had meted out to each other, they went into a mindless tangle of primitive female fighting. Arms and legs interwove and hands pulled hair and hit faces, sides, and breasts. They fell to the floor in such manner and came back to their feet clutching at each other in a mutual choke. Red blotches showed around their fingers as the digits gouged into flesh. Guttural sounds broke from them and sweat dripped from their torsos and faces. Emma had a slight -weight advantage and she slowly drove Belle backwards as their legs trembled in the strain.
In an effort to free herself, Belle slid her legs between Emma’s and dropped onto the floor. She had made a serious mistake. The blonde was still standing over her and she dropped herself down onto her stomach still choking her. Desperate, Belle grabbed Emma’s breasts and squeezed but the blonde endured it and held onto her choke. Then Belle swung her fist around and punched her in the chest. Emma reflexively let go of her neck and clutched at her chest. Belle hit her across the jaw and sent her tumbling off of her and then Belle rolled her over and mounted her. She slapped her back and forth across the face and then the blonde went limp under her. Belle sat on her gasping for air, sweat dripping from her face and breasts onto the woman she had licked. Emma’s raw and bruised chest rose and fell and her beautiful face was tilted to the side and Belle looked down on her and she knew that she had won.
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“What the hell did you fight Emma for?” Dusty asked. As soon as Dusty has seen Emma was beaten, he had lifted Belle away and prevented her from inflicting further punishment. When they were back in her hotel room, he saw Belle had prepared for her return. A bath of warm water stood in the corner, and she used it to wash away the dirt, sawdust, and sweat of the fight. Apart from copious bruises, Belle had not suffered serious damage.
“For two reasons,” Belle said, sitting on the edge of the bad. “I don’t take kindly to blonde alley-cats shit-talking me. And I wanted a long private talk with you. Although if I had known how tough that girl of yours is, I’d have picked an easier way of doing it.”
At that point Emma entered the room. She was dressed in a cloak but under it she wore a revealing negligee, designed to gain Dusty’s interest. Emma and Belle produced their halves of the hundred dollar bill, confirming their working for the same employer. The two women eyed each other warily, and Dusty felt their tension and aggression toward each other. “Why didn’t you two ease off each other in the fight, if you knew you were working together?”
“Which one?” Emma asked. “I didn’t aim to roll over and she sure as hell wasn’t going to.”
“She’s right,” Belle said. “We had to know who was boss.”
“Just because you got lucky—“ Emma hissed, making her hands into fists.
“You two aim to keep sniping at each other, and I’ll shut both your mouths myself,” Dusty shouted. And then Dusty set out what they needed to get done. The town’s Mayor had a stash of money, taken from robbing Dusty’s friends, and he aimed to take it back. But the two women’s rivalry was still not settled, and before getting back his friends’ money he aimed to let the two women establish their pecking order. And from the way they were staring at each other, he knew they felt the same. “There’s a way we can pull in some money for ourselves and get the town square in our corner.”
“What’s this idea of yours, Ed?” Belle inquired, tucking her hair behind her ear while she asked.
Instead of answering, Dusty gazed out the window toward the Last Man Saloon. At last he said, “You sure packed them in tonight, Emma.”
“Just about everybody in town. I’ve never drawn such a crowd,” the blonde answered, sticking out her large chest and brushing her hair behind her shoulder and then throwing a devilish grin at the brunette. “If we weren’t figuring to be gone, I’d near suggest you and I lock horns again.”
“Now it’s funny you would say that,” Dusty said slowly. “Because I was just going to say you should do it.”
Silenced followed the small Texan’s words as Belle and Emma digested their implication. Then the girls looked at each other and Dusty could see their weighing his proposal and their desire.
“You mean you want us to put on another catfight to get everybody in my place watching us,” Emma said. “So you can get into the Mayor’s house and get your gold back.”
“Something like that,” Dusty answered. “But I think that we need to play the long game with the gold. My idea is to let you two settle this thing between you, make a good profit, and earn the goodwill of every red-blooded man and cold-blooded woman in this town.”
Belle looked confused, and Emma explained, “He means to use the hollow outside of town.”
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A week later, a large crowd was gathered sitting on the low grassy hill in the hollow outside of town. They had each paid 50 cents per man to enter—women entered free, and they constituted a large portion of the crowd—and half of that money was in a sack held by the referee for the winner of the fight. The other half was held by Dusty. Many of the spectators were sharing bottles of whiskey that they had also bought from Dusty or rather the pretty blonde he had hired to work the stand next to where they charged admission and behind whom stood two men with shotguns. Dusty himself stood behind everything, watching the liquor sales and the admissions and the customers yelling and shoving and he pushed the sweat out of his eyes and wiped his faced and then checked his watch and it was nearly time. Dusty had waited one week to let the girls rest up from their first fight but in the interim they had staged one argument in Emma’s bar for the benefit of their customer base and then that led to another argument in the street that had not been staged and Dusty had stepped between the two before they could give away the show he would charge for. At that point the two women had independently suggested putting up the prize money and not to be secretly shared afterward. Dusty checked his watch and then signaled for the women to come out.
Emma stepped into the grassy clearing at the bottom of the hill first. Her blonde hair hung loose around her beautiful face, as the women had agreed, and she smiled and winked at the cheering audience as she paraded around the impromptu ring. Dusty’s employees had strung ropes between trees to form a square roughly 40 feet on each side. Emma was wearing jeans she had cut off into very brief shorts that showed off the curves of her smooth, strong legs and the perfect roundness of her ass. On top she wore a plaid workshirt, like her jeans two sizes too small so that her feminine shape swelled out of it, and she had left it unbuttoned low to display her magnificent cleavage and cut off the sleeves to reveal her firm arms. Like Belle, Emma would fight barefoot. And then Belle Starr came out from the opposite side as Emma. She too was wearing brief jean shorts and a shirt with the sleeves cut off and she had also cut the bottom of the shirt so it stopped just above her waistline. Her figure was the equal of Emma’s and her face just as beautiful, her bust as impressive. Her face was set with grim determination and when Emma turned and faced her she was the same.
“I’m going to send you scurrying out of town naked and bald,” Emma hissed.
“I’m going to pound you flat for touching Dusty,” Belle responded.
As the referee was walking forward the women rushed each other. Belle threw a punch but Emma went low and put her shoulder into Belle’s stomach. The two women went to the ground, and they grabbed each other’s hair and pulled with shocking fury. The pain was on their beautiful faces and the tension was in their bodies as they rolled over each other on the ground, their chests and thighs pressed together. At last Belle got on top and she hit Emma back and forth across the face and then standing she pulled Emma up by her hair. Emma threw a punch but Belle blocked it and she slugged her in the stomach. The blow folded Emma over and Belle grabbed her by the hair and threw a knee up into her chest. Emma moaned in pain and feel on her knees and standing in front of her Belle still holding her by the hair drew back her fist to slug her across the face but Emma hit her in the stomach. All the air rushed out of Belle and she fell on her knees in front of Emma holding her stomach and Emma slapped her across the face. Belle was knocked prone in the grass and still hurting Emma crawled over her. She rolled the brunette over onto her stomach and she sat on her back and wrapped her hair around her fist like a bridle. Emma yanked back on Belle’s hair, drawing her head back up at a painful angle and Belle waved her hands in the air trying to get hold of the blonde. With her other hand Emma struck her in the face and her side. At last Belle pushed herself up and getting halfway she rolled free. Soon the women were rolling around face to face again, pulling hair and slapping and grabbing at each other. Then Emma got on top of her and straddled her stomach. The two of them froze for an instant, the buxom blonde sitting on top and the equally buxom brunette under her. Emma hit Belle across the face and with one move she tore open Belle’s shirt and grabbed her firm chest and squeezed, driving her fingers into her. Belle howled and pulled at the hands. Then she arced her body up, throwing Emma clear.
Belle was getting to her feet when Emma came after her and the two women resumed fighting. Emma flung herself forward but Belle dodged her and as Emma went by Belle seized her by the back of her shirt. The material ripped apart and the two women fought on topless. They threw slaps and punches into each other’s face, breasts, and stomach. Under the heat of the sun the women pounded each other, the blonde and the brunette driving each other around the space in their rage and desire to master each other. At one point Belle had Emma in a headlock and she was driving punches into her face until the blonde tripped her to the ground. At another, Emma was driving Belle backward with a maelstrom of wild slaps to the face that sent Belle’s black hair flying and the harsh strikes against her face resounding over the yells of the crowd. The women slashed and clawed at each other like two great cats, a lioness and a panther, the both of them conflicting avatars of femininity as they fought. The dirt and grass clung to their sweaty bodies. Belle and Emma both wanted to beat the other and to do it as Dusty watched them fight and for the other woman to know that she had been mastered and that she had done so in front of him.
At last the women came together in a mutual clinch. Emma and Belle gripped each other by the hair and the back the sweat and fatigue of their fight as they turned in a circle. Belle threw a fist into Emma’s stomach and Emma hit her back. But then rather than hit her back with the same Belle yanked straight down on Emma’s head and then with the other hand Belle grabbed her breast vertically. Emma screamed in pain and as she writhed Belle got her in a front headlock. But then in a burst of strength Emma drove her down to the ground on her back. Belle locked her legs around Emma’s waist and squeezed. Emma moaned and Belle twisted her so that the two women were on their sides, facing each other, the blonde still between her thighs. Emma pried at the two legs around her and then she reached out and gripped Belle’s breast with her hand like a vice. Belle replied by yanking on Emma’s hair but then the pain was too much and she was pulling on Emma’s hand and then the women were slapping and clawing at each other. Finally Emma punched Belle in the breast and Belle let go of her. Emma got to her knees and turned away, holding her sides with both hands and panting and then Belle crashed into her from behind. She bore Emma to the ground and sitting on her back she pressed Emma’s face into the grass. Emma twisted and groaned and Belle pulled her head up the hair and slammed her face down.
“See what that pretty face of your looks like now,” Belle gasped, sitting on top of her.
Then she stood to turn Emma over but the blonde scrambled away. Emma was her hands and knees crawling away and then she got to the ropes and started pulling herself up. When she regained her feet she turned and Belle slugged her across the face. Emma fell back against the rope, exhausted, and then Belle hit her with an uppercut to the breast and as Emma gasped and covered herself Belle hit her in the forehead. Emma stayed on her feet somehow but before Belle could summon the strength for another punch Emma fell to the ground, beaten.
