Wildcats of the West Chapter 13: Death Becomes Her Part 1
Alice Burns watched in both horror and titillation as Persephone Morgan and her mother, Deanna Matthews, rushed and slammed together in the middle of the back room. The naked women latched onto hair and went down hard to the wood floor. Claws slashed at flesh as both mother and daughter screamed in rage and hate at the other. Persephone rolled on top, digging her fingers deep into the large breasts of her mother. Deanna howled in pain but used her own claws to rake red furrows down her daughter’s arms. The two rolled again with mother taking the top position, sinking her nails into her daughter’s milk filled breast. Almost immediately, the breasts let down and sprayed Deanna with a stream of white fluid. Levi moved closer to the warring women, his one hand stroking the erect cock. He moaned out which seemed to make the women fight harder. The two redheads grabbed double handfuls of hair and shook the other’s head violently. He walked closer as both her sister lover and his daughter lover pulled themselves to their knees. The mouths of the two redheads fell over the hard cock. The mother and daughter kept the hands pulling hair as their tongues coiled and wrestled with Levi’s engorged member between them. Deanna released her left hand and massaged Levi’s balls, making her lover moan out louder, his knees shaking slightly. Persephone’s right hand expertly grasped the long shaft as her father shook more and almost collapsed.
“So close my angels,” Levi groaned out as the mother and daughter moved with hands leaving his cock. They continued to pull hair as they kneeled in front of him. The patriarch of the Matthews clan grunted and shot ropes of sticky cum over the faces and breasts of his sister and daughter.
“Fucking cxnt!” Persephone screamed as she surged, taking her mother back to the wood floor. The man seed spreading over flesh as tits mashed together.
Deanna gouged her nails into Persephone’s face, blood dripping from puncture wounds. The younger woman screamed in pain as she was rolled to her back. Her own claws stabbing into her mother’s taut tummy, raking so deep that blood oozed out from the damage. They rolled apart, breathing heavily. Each touched the wounds created by the other and growled. They lunged again with heavy breasts slamming together as they fell over to the wood floor, slick with sweat and blood.
Levi’s cock had not gone down. His eyes glassed over as he stroked the member and shot another load of cum onto the rolling mother and daughter. He could not decide who he wanted to win more, his sister or his daughter. His eyes caught a glint of something in the window and he knew they were being watched. Levi sunk back into the shadows.
Alice felt warm all over as she watched with erotic anticipation of this naked fight between the two redheads. Suddenly a strong arm closed over her face and covered her mouth.
“Utter a single sound and you die, Miss Burns,” Levi Matthews threatened. She could feel the swell of his large cock press against her back. He led her into the room as Deanna and Persephone separated.
Each woman looked up, their flesh covered in oozing scratches and bite marks.
“We have a spectator,” Levi announced as Deanna smiled while Persephone glared. “Now you hush up and watch, my dear. It is just getting good.” He grasped Alice by the top of her hair and pushed her face down, closer to his throbbing cock. “Be a good girl and take care of this!”
Tears were streaming down Alice’s face as she glanced over to see Persephone and Deanna clash again, this time with legs wrapped around hips. The furry red patches between legs grinding as big pale breasts mashed flat. The two women opened mouths to bite down over jaws, blood dripping onto the valleys of cleavage. Alice heard something from the shadows and looked up at Levi. The man’s head was pulled back and a knife sliced across his neck. He gurgled but didn’t make enough sound to drown out the screams of Deanna and her daughter.
“Run, girl,” a woman’s voice said softly as Levi dropped to his knees, he coughed and Alice was sprayed with blood. Her eyes were wide in terror but she didn’t see who saved her. She quickly exited the Morgan house and ran as fast as she could to home.
Deanna grabbed her daughter by the throat and tried to choke her with Persephone grabbing the huge dangling breasts of her mother, squeezing and pulling.
THWAMP!
A tomahawk buried itself in the wood inches from the fighting women. The looked up and only say the kneeling Levi, his throat opened and his chest covered in his own blood. Deanna screamed and pushed her daughter away, rushing to her brother. Levi Matthews was dead.
“Where is she?” Deanna screamed, “Where is Alice Burns?”
“No!” Cried Persephone, seeing her father dead. She knelt next to her mother. “I will kill her!”
“We set aside our differences for now,” Deanna said softly. “He must be avenged. I do not think little Alice could do this. She is coward like her family. But she might know more.” Deanna wiped her eyes, steeling her resolve. “We need to get dressed and get your father dressed. We were all attacked. That is our story. Do you understand me?”
Persephone looked into her mother’s eyes, “Yes, Mama.”
“Now let us get dressed and call in Will,” Deanna said as she stood, holding a hand out for her daughter.
Word spread like wild fire throughout the small town. The Matthews family had been set upon by raiders, possibly Comanche because of the tomahawk. While they fought back valiantly, Levi Matthews was killed. I couldn’t believe it when I heard it. I was also a tad bit upset since I was hoping the man would be discovered for his crimes and justice would then be served. I stepped outside in the morning chill with a cup of coffee in my hands. This morning, Billy, my old ranch hand, was going to be escorting Nettie and Louise back to Silvertown, Arizona. He laughed off getting shot as his pectoral muscle was so dense, it stopped the bullet. Katerina, my daughter would be going to New Mexico to finish up moving her and Red Flower’s belongings to the house that was being built here on my ranch. Ashley Simmons stepped up to me, she preferred to be called Ash now.
“So you aren’t going to go back to your mother?” I asked. I knew the answer but wanted to hear her say it.
“I want nothing to do with my mother,” Ash said as she looked out over the assembled group. “I gave Louise a letter to give to her.”
“What did it say?” I asked with a smile as I sipped. “If you don’t mind me asking.”
Ash chuckled, her huge chest wobbled in her blouse. “Basically it said if I see her again, she and I would spend our time in a naked fight like before. And if I ever see that cxnt, Maggie, it would be the same.”
“You do know I would love to see that,” I laughed as I sipped again. “You are welcome to stay as long as you want here, Ash.”
“Thank you, Ahna,” Ash replied. “I like it here. At first, I didn’t think I would especially with the history with Kat. But we buried it and now we are good.”
We stood and waved as Billy, Kat, Nettie and Louise rode off.
The next few days had the burial of Leviticus Matthews with all the pomp and circumstance that would accompany a man of his stature in the community. Deanna and Persephone healed up and were side by side during the procession through town. After it was completed, Deanna sat in her brother’s seat at his table in the Gem Saloon. She waved over Will Conley. “Will, go fetch Harold, Doris and Alice Burns. If they don’t come willingly remind them what will happen.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Will answered.
As Will left through the batwing doors, Persephone Morgan, dressed in black like her mother, walked in and sat down next to Deanna. She handed across the telegram.
“Bailey Matthews and her younger sister, Ashley, are on their way here. Their stage coach should be here by morning,” Persephone said quietly. “I have not seen them since we were very little. Will they be helping us?”
“Bailey and Ashley’s mother is my cousin,” Deanna said as her hand fell over her daughter’s, “Like me, she never married and sired both from the same man. And like what I did with you, Constance did with her two girls. They are well versed and quite competitive by Connie’s accounts. I hope they do not set off on the other. Having more family here will secure our hold. Levi would not want this town to slip through our fingers.”
Persephone squeezed her mother’s hand. At that moment, The Burns family walked into the saloon.
Harold bowed his head, “First let me say that you have our condolences.”
“Save your false fawning, Harold,” Deanna cut him off, “We all know you had no love for my brother or my family. The reason I called you all here is to discover what your daughter saw that night. She will tell me now.” Her gaze fell on Alice. “Tell me what you saw girl.”
Doris stepped up and stood blocking Deanna’s gaze, “Watch your tone when you talk with my family, Deanna. Alice told me what she saw. All of it.” Their eyes met and traded hateful glares. “When you sick brother tried to force himself on my daughter, she only heard a voice telling her to run. Nothing else.”
Deanna stood so fast the chair was knocked backwards. “If you try and spread those lies about my brother, you and your family will not live to see the sunrise.”
Doris strode forward and leaned her hands against the table going nose to nose with Deanna Matthews, “If you ever threaten my family again, I will end you, bitch!”
Deanna and Persephone were taken back by this sudden change in Doris Burns. Alice on the other hand, took the new steel in her mother’s persona as a gift and straightened herself and glared at her one time rival Persephone Morgan. Harold was trying to suppress the excitement growing in his loins. Doris stood up to her full height and turned to her family, ushering them out without permission.
Persephone turned to her mother as they both sat back down, “I think our next endeavor just presented itself, mother. I cowed little Alice before and her mother will not be able to truly stand up to you.”
Deanna smiled at her offspring, “Oh my dear, just the thought of you and I naked in the primal combat with the Burns women does heat my blood. It reminds me of when we would get the saloon girls to fight us those years ago.” The mother and daughter smiled as they leaned in close, lips touching and tongues exploring the other’s mouth.
On the road from El Paso to Rattler’s Holler, the large stage coach bumped and jostled on the dirt path. The only two occupants sat opposite of the other. Bailey Matthews was a beautiful young woman in her mid twenties, her dark brown hair set up high over her head. When down, the length was to her mid back. She wore a tight corset that extenuated her large bust, pushing it up to creamy proportions. Her smile was that of a Cheshire cat. The warmth it showed hid the sexual sadist that she was. Lovers, both men and women as well as rivals had felt the wrath of this young woman in the most hateful of ways. She enjoyed both dishing out and receiving pain. It drover her. The harder a woman fought against her, the longer and harder she would fight back, until at times, a lifeless corpse lay before her. She could bare knuckles box with most anyone, using her small but fast hands to bruise and cut open skin.
Across from her sat her younger sister, Ashley. The young brunette was only two years younger than her sister. She used her body to seduce men and women alike. At times her seduction would put her at odd with the man’s wife. But Ashley did not rely on her sister to fight her battles. Both had learned from their mother, Constance, how to fight in the wild, nasty brawls. She and Bailey would often be pitted against each other and sometime against their mother. This allowed Ashley to learn how to hurt a woman in a close and dirty fight. She loved when she and her lover’s wife would tear off clothing; slap, pull hair, gouge at naked breasts. She relished the screams of a tortured woman. Both she and her sister knew their roles in Rattler’s Holler. They were there to assist family. There would be no undermining their Aunt Deanna. For Ashley, she hoped the new environment would prove fruitful. For the time being though, she sat across from Bailey and worked to poke at her sister.
“I am bored, Bailey,” Ashley pouted, “When do I get to fuck something?” She thrust her large corset covered chest out.
“Will you shut your whore mouth?” Bailey growled. “Your insistent blathering is grading on me, little sister. You will keep your cxnt in check in this town. I do not want to have to take care of things like in Chicago.”
Ashley sat up straight, “You did nothing for me in Chicago. I took care of the wench, left her naked and bloody in her bed. All you did was let her know where to find me. For that, I do owe you.” With that, the younger sister slapped her older sister across the left cheek.
“Ignorant wretch!” Bailey shouted as she sprang across the gap between them. The sisters slammed bodies together as they pulled at up done hair, their alabaster cleavage rubbing through their corsets. Bailey pinned Ashley down on the seat but the younger woman wrapped her longer legs around her sister’s waist. The flowing bottom of the dress bunched up without a bustle. Ashley humped her hips against Bailey and moaned as her hair was pulled.
“Come on, cxnt!” Ashley growled, “Fuck me!” She dropped her right hand to pull at the bottom of Bailey’s dress.
“Fine you cow!” The older sister shouted as she straddled Ashley’s legs, positioning her crotch less pantaloons above her sister’s inviting pussy. Bailey grasped her sister’s throat as she ground her young womanhood down.
Ashley’s chest heaved as she bucked up, the heated mounds grinding. She slapped the top of Bailey’s cleavage, eliciting a yelp of pain which brought a wicked smile to her face. The older sister tightened her grip on the throat and slammed the furry patches together as they grunted with each impact. The two sisters were so caught up in their fuck fight that they did not realize the coach had stopped until the door opened. Both looked up with surprised looks on their faces as Deanna Matthews smiled at them.
“I see my cousin taught you well,” Deanna said with a smile as the sisters separated. “Now make yourselves presentable.”
Bailey and Ashley composed themselves and got out of the coach, hugging both their Aunt and Cousin, Persephone. “Any leads to who murdered our beloved uncle?” Bailey asked.
“Alas, only the bloody knife and tomahawk were left,” Deanna said, “There are many who wanted him dead for a long time. Even the Comanche girl he raised, Willamina. She turned her back on us to go back to her heathen ways.”
As they chatted, Jennifer Dumont and her lover, Anna Gonzales walked down the street to tea at the Burns residence. Bailey Matthews and Anna locked eyes for a moment before they went about their business.
“Who was that?” Bailey asked intensely.
“That is Jennifer Dumont, the proprietor of one of the brothels here,” Persephone spit onto the ground. “I hate both of them. The other one is Anna Gonzales, her mexi-cxnt lover and muscle.”
Bailey shook her head, “Her name isn’t Gonzales, it is Vargas. And she is a wanted woman. I saw a wanted poster of a beautiful woman in El Paso and now I see the real thing here. She murdered her father and mother. Aunt Deanna, if we are able to get the outside parties to stop looking into Uncle Levi’s death, so that we may concentrate on ourselves, we will need someone to pin it on.”
Deanna Matthews followed her niece’s logic, “Tell me what you have in mind.” Bailey and Deanna walked arm and arm whispering all the way to the Gem Saloon and hotel.
A few weeks had passed since the arrival of the Matthew’s sisters……
I walked out onto my porch as my daughter rode up in a covered wagon with another trailing behind her. In the second wagon sat a beautiful blonde woman dressed for the chill in the fall air. Katerina got down and walked out to hug her. “Welcome back,” I said, braking the hug, “Who is your friend?”
The woman got down from her wagon and walked over to us. Katerina made the introductions. “Mama, this is Miss Sharon Temple, Sharon, this is my mother, Ahna Stevens. Sharon here is a school teacher by trade and was hoping to open a school in town.”
I shook hands with the gorgeous woman. “Pleasure to meet you, Sharon. I do believe rattler’s Holler is in need of the education of its youth.”
Sharon undid the shawl over her head and neck to reveal a mass of cleavage. “Why thank you, Mrs. Stevens. Your daughter has told me much of this town; and of you too.” A smile crept to her lips.
I looked the blonde up and down, “Well, I do know the fathers of your students will be very pleased at your arrival. The mother’s might not be as welcoming.”
“Oh,” Sharon chuckled, “I can handle a few mothers.”
“Mama,” Katerina chimed in, “Sharon does not have lodging as of yet. I was planning on accompanying her into town tomorrow to seek both a suitable school house and room.”
“Then please stay here at my ranch, Sharon,” I said with a smile.
“I wouldn’t want to impose on you,” Sharon replied.
“Nonsense,” I said taking her arm and leading her up the porch and inside. “We have plenty of room here. I insist.”
Later that evening in Rattler’s Holler….
Anna Gonzales walked out of Kat’s Ranch and mounted her horse, planning to ride out to visit Ahna Stevens. As she set out on the road to the ranch, 6 riders on horseback converged on her. Her hand drifted to her hip and the Colt, but all the riders, except one had rifles pointed at her.
“Please do not do that, Anna Vargas,” came the voice of Bailey Matthews. “I would hate for the festivities of tonight to be cut so short. Now, my men here will relieve you of your weapons and secure you for a ride to an out of the way place I have found so that you and I can talk.”
Anna said nothing as she was led away. The group rode for an hour and stopped in a clearing only lit by moon light.
“Start a fire, boys,” Bailey commanded, “Miss Vargas and I need to discuss a few things.”
The large fire was started as Bailey led Anna a short distance from the group. “Sit,” she said as she forced the woman to sit on the grass. “Now, your bounty is $500, dead or alive. I would prefer alive so that you have a chance at redemption. In learning more about you, I discovered your father and mother probably deserved what they had coming to them. So, maybe the law decides you will not swing by your neck. But my Uncle Leviticus Matthews was murdered and look here,” Bailey said as she removed the knife with dried blood on it. “You were in possession of the knife that slit his throat.”
“You crazy puta!” Anna shouted, “I did not kill your uncle!”
“Yes, you did, you fucking bitch,” Bailey growled, “And it just so happened that my riders and I found you, a wanted criminal, gave chase and caught you. Now, either you can take the fall for killing Levi or you die, simple as that.”
Anna stared hard into Bailey’s eyes. “You want to kill me, fine. But give me a sporting chance. I will fight you. I win, I get to walk away. You win, I take the fall.”
“Interesting proposal,” Bailey said as she stood and motioned for one of her men, “Cut her bonds but make she doesn’t run. Make a circle boys, you are going to have some entertainment tonight.” Bailey Matthews walked to the center of a loose circle the men made. She unbuttoned and removed her dark shirt, her huge breasts bouncing in the moonlight. Anna Vargas walked into the circle and removed her worn shirt. Her smaller breasts were the focal point of the men.
Bailey raised her fists, “Well, then, let us get to it.”
Anna raised hers to meet the brunette. The two women circled and tested range with jabs and feints. Anna came in with a straight jab that Bailey avoided but her own fist smacked into the Latina’s side. Anna backed off covering her side. She came at the woman again sending looping left hand at Bailey but again it was evaded and the Matthews woman answered back with jab, mashing Anna’s lips to her teeth. This stunned the young woman who soon found herself on her ass as Bailey landed an uppercut to her face. The standing brunette grabbed Anna by the hair to send another fast to her face but the Latina threw dirt into Bailey’s face, making the woman back up, rubbing her eyes. Anna kicked the legs out from under her and then pounced on Bailey Matthews. The fist fight changed to catfight as the two women rolled wildly in the makeshift circle with the men cheering. Anna mounted Bailey, a left hand squeezing the brunette’s big right breast as she brought a fist back to bring it down. The wily woman on the bottom smiled and threw a straight right hand that slammed into the pert left breast of the Latina. Anna howled and fell off with Bailey rolling her over. The two women grappled in the dirt, close and body to body. The breasts compressed as fists punched at the sides of heads and bodies. Blood dropped from noses and lips as they continued to fight back and forth. They rolled apart and Bailey was the first to her feet as she kicked Anna in the face. Blood and sweat flew from young woman’s face as she fell over to her back moaning. Bailey mounted Anna’s waist, grabbing the top of the Latina’s head, sending fist after fist into the woman’s face. Bailey fired one last fist to Anna’s face, blood and a tooth falling out. She rolled off as the beaten Latina turned over to crawl away.
“Jennifer…..” Anna softly moaned as she weakly tried to crawl.
“I think I have decided that I do not need you to admit to killing my uncle,” Bailey said catching her breath. “All I need is a wanted criminal, alive or….. dead.” Bailey came down on the small of Anna’s back, grabbed the woman’s head, twisting the neck violently to the left and then quickly back to the right. There was an audible snap, as the life drained away from Anna Vargas’ eyes. Bailey licked the blood from her knuckles. “Dress her and put her on the back of a horse. We will get the bounty tomorrow.”
I rode into the town the next day with my daughter and new friend, Sharon. We had not been in town long before we watched six riders come into town with a body placed on the back of a horse. A woman was in the lead, a beautiful brunette. They rode towards the town marshal’s office. I turned my head to watch one of the saloon girls race down the street toward Kat’s Ranch with Jennifer Dumont rushing from the saloon and down the street. Her hands held up her skirt to allow her to run. I decided to see what was happening as a crowd started to grow around the group at the marshal’s office. I broke through the crowd just as I heard Jennifer scream in horror.
“NNNNNNOOOOOOO!”
