The Bawdy Old West
Short Story by J. Coleman
It was 1870 and the small town of Oatman Arizona was bustling with prospectors from the east that had come to heavily gold laden area to seek their fortunes in the foothills between Oatman and Goldroad.
22 year old Katie Burke, the daughter of the local minister, had established the town's first school and was the only teacher. Standing a rather tall 5'7" and weighing around 125 pounds with golden blonde hair, Katie was one of the prettiest most sought after young women around.
With more suitors than she cared to acknowledge, Katie had eyes only for the sheriff who had a gruff leathery exterior and was quite handy with a Colt .45. The perky young blonde had been the only women able to crack his stoic facade and had found a warm caring man beneath with whom she was developing a steady courtship much to the chagrin of the bevy of horny miners seeking her companionship.
As Oatman grew from a simple trading post into a rather large town, many businesses began sprouting up to support the growing population and economy. One of these booming new enterprises was the Pink Pony Saloon operated by voluptuous raven haired beauty name Vicky Denton.
Vicky was a true femme fatale with a voracious sexual appetite that to the horror of many was not restricted to just men. The tawdry saloon girl had quite a reputation that stemmed from tales of almost epic proportion about her years in Dodge City where she was affectionately dubbed "Vicky the Cat" because of her many cat fights with rival saloon girls.
Her vast history of tangling with other females was not only because she enjoyed fighting, but because it afforded her the opportunity to indulge her lesbian side by tearing the clothes off a pretty young girl and then abusing her body in the guise of fighting.
Katie was appalled when the Pink Pony opened its doors. The town instantly seemed over run with painted whores dressed in silk, satin and lace. Vicky had recruited a sizeable group of these ladies of ill repute whose sole function was to fleece the local men of as much money as they could by offering their bodies in ways that the still virgin Katie could not even comprehend.
In addition to the whores who worked the saloon, there was also a rag tag looking bunch of men that Vicky claimed worked for her as security to keep gamblers from cheating, to prevent saloon brawls, and to safeguard her girls. Katie saw these rough looking heavily armed thugs as simply renegade hired gunslingers that had tempers like rattlesnakes and were quick to resolve any matter with a smoking gun barrel.
Katie complained to the sheriff about the goings on at the Pink Pony but he would just laugh, console her, and tell her it was good for the miners to have a place to go to blow off steam and relax. When she brought up the hired guns working at the saloon, he just shrugged and said the saloon had a right to hire whoever they wanted but that his deputies would keep a close eye on the men.
Not too long after the opening of the Pink Pony, the stage coach that picked up gold ore in Oatman twice a week for delivery to Kingman was robbed by a surly bunch of heavily armed men led by a female. After relieving the coach of its gold and the passengers of their personal belongings, the female leader of the gang left the stage driver with a perfect imprint of her ruby lips on his cheek from a farewell kiss. Two weeks later it was again by the same group with the woman once again leaving her lipstick on the cheek of the driver as her calling card. The local newspaper quickly coined her the "Kissing Bandit" and the mysterious woman became an instant legend.
As the weeks wore on the stage was robbed several more times, each time in a different place but in the same way and the gang led by the kissing bandit always seemed to be a step ahead of the sheriff and his deputies.
Katie was convinced it was Vicky from the Pink Pony and after much urging, finally got the sheriff to wire Dodge City to see if there had been any such robberies there during the time Vicky worked that town. As they were waiting for a response, one of Katie's students walked into the sheriff's office and told her she was needed at the school house.
As Katie headed down the main street, several of the saloon whores were standing in front of the Pink Pony and immediately began taunting the schoolmarm as she passed.
"Hey blondie, want a night job?!" one yelled while the other's laughed.
"I bet she's the kissing bandit!" another one yelled out.
"Not a chance!" a tall blonde spoke out. "Look at her tight, puckered little ass. She'd shit cow chips before she kissed a man!!" They all laughed uproariously as Katie's face flushed and she quickened her pace to get away from the vengeful hussies.
The next stage robbery took place about a week later and this time the sheriff was riding in the coach pretending to be a passenger to get a look at and possibly identify the culprits in the act.
When the coach was stopped and detained, the female leader of the gang made the passengers disembark the coach and had her men search them for valuables which they quickly stashed away in a burlap sack.
The woman leader was well disguised in men's clothing, boots, hat and bandana worn as a mask to hide her features. Her hair was stuffed up inside the hat and the hat was pulled down very low on her face hiding her eyes in the shadowy area below the wide brim.
This time the kissing bandit opted to kiss the sheriff instead of the driver, a dead tip off that she knew who he was since she'd never kissed a passenger before that day. And what's more, this kiss was square on the mouth and not on the cheek as she lifted her mask to cover her eyes and uncover her mouth as she leaned toward the sheriff's face.
He tried to grab her mask and pull it off but 3 long barrel Colt revolvers from her gang members were trained on his head before he could make the move so he slowly lowered his hands and she backed away to remount her horse.
After hearing about the incident and the kiss later that evening, Katie was boiling with rage. The sheriff tried to calm her and tell her even though he had a good idea that it was Vicky and her hired guns, he had to have proof before he could make an arrest or it would just be thrown out of court for lack of evidence.
Once he was sure she was calmed down, he left her house to go back to the jail. The minute he was out of sight, Katie was on her way to the Pink Pony. She planned to sneak in while Vicky and her girls were on stage doing one of their nightly burlesque shows and then search for clues.
Katie was wearing a high collar button down white blouse over a whale bone corset that constricted her waist and gave her a perfect hour glass figure. Her skirt was a light blue heavy woolen material that hung to the ground and had the classic bustle in back as was standard for proper ladies to wear in public. Beneath the dress she had on beige colored pantaloons with lace trim that hung to just below her knees where they met with the high tops of her lace up knee high boots with small heels.
Waiting around the back of the saloon until the show music started, Katie had to hide while a drunk stumbled out and nearly urinated on her as she crouched behind a water trough. As soon as the music began, she snuck inside and quickly found Vicky's office. She rummaged through the desk drawers and on the few shelves in the office but found nothing.
Stealthily moving across the hall, she found a dressing room with gaudy brightly colored dance hall costumes, feather boas, and tables filled with face paint and grooming accessories. She searched everywhere and just as she was almost finished, Vicky walked in.
"Well, well, well," the saloon maven said with a smile. "What have we here?"
"I . . . uh," Katie stammered, knowing she was caught dead to rights.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," Vicky laughed as she slowly closed the dressing room door and threw the dead bolt locking them both inside.
"What are you doing?" Katie asked as she cocked her hands on her hips now to show an air of defiance.
"It's like this," Vicky said, casually leaning back against the door and folding her arms over her ample chest that was for the most part fully exposed in the very low cut top of her bright red satin dance hall gown. "I own this saloon and everything in it so that means I own you now as well."
"That, madam, is utterly preposterous!" Katie scoffed. "I insist you open that door at once!"
"You aren't in a position to insist on anything sister," Vicky said, her voice slightly more ominous now as her smile faded.
"I shall have to report this to the sheriff!" Katie said, hoping the threat of the law might persuade the haughty vixen to let her go.
"Since you're the one who seems to be guilty of breaking and entering, then by all means this should be reported to the proper authorities," Vicky said quickly.
Katie then headed for the door but Vicky was still leaning against it.
"Excuse me," Katie said in an arrogant, aloof voice.
"Not just yet," Vicky said, once again smiling.
"I beg your pardon?"
"I'm thinking you're probably still chaste aren't you?" Vicky grinned.
"That is certainly none of your business!" Katie huffed.
"That's what I figured," Vicky said softly. "You know . . . it's much better to get broken in with another woman than with a man."
Katie was mortified and now in a state of sheer panic as Vicky started to slowly move toward her with a strange gleam in her eyes.
"Men seldom bathe and the foul stench aside, they're callous and rough and unfeeling," Vicky said seductively. "A woman on the other hand is soft, perfumed, and gentle to the touch. I mean who knows a woman's special places better than another woman?"
"Don't you dare touch me!" Katie warned, pointing an accusing index finger at the approaching brunette. Katie had never even imagined joining with another woman and she wasn't about to stand idly by while this whore had her way with her. The problem was that Katie had no fighting experience and it was almost a given that Vicky had plenty in her line of work.
"I never had me no schoolmarm before," Vicky cooed as she now backed Katie up against the wall.
"I warn you I'm quite handy with my fists!" Katie lied outright as she put up her fists to emphasize her point.
"Good!" Vicky beamed. "The only thing better than fuckin' is fightin'!"
"Back off!" Katie threatened.
"C'mon, give us a little kiss," Vicky insisted, pushing her face toward Katie's in an attempt to kiss the younger blonde.
"No . . . ungh . . . no!" Katie grunted and protested as she struggled with her back to the wall and Vicky leaning her full bosom into her, pressing their chests together.
Vicky was persistent and was strong and with her high heels on she was an equal height to Katie who was actually several inches taller in bare feet. The bawdy brunette finally touched her lips to Katie's and the young blonde pushed her away and threw a hard slap at the saloon girl's face. The slap snapped Vicky's head to the side and left a red stinging mark on her pretty, heavily painted face that she lightly rubbed now with her left hand while smiling and nodding.
"Good to see you've got spunk, kid, you're gonna need it," Vicky threatened.
"Unlock that door immediately!" Katie ordered.
"Go do it yourself," Vicky challenged.
Katie quickly headed toward the door but only got several feet before Vicky grabbed her by the hair and yanked her backwards. Katie spun around and each girl immediately dug both hands into one another's hair which was piled up high on top of both of their heads and held in place with various hair pins.
Hair pins flew and within seconds long tresses of both women's hair was falling loosely about their shoulders as the wild hair pulling struggle continued. Screaming and yelling in pain and anger, they spun around in circles bouncing off the walls and crashing into the tables and racks of dresses as their heels clicked and tapped on the wooden floor boards.
Vicky was cursing like a gold miner as Katie ripped at her long black hair and even though the young blonde had no fighting skill, the hair pulling was still very painful and very effective at keeping the brunette at bay.
The wily brunette finally forced the blonde back against the wall right beside the door and slammed the girl's head against the wall several times while clutching her golden hair with both hands.
"What's a goin' on in there, Miss Vicky?!" a gruff male voice yelled from outside the door.
"I got me . . . a . . . a . . . little . . . play toy in here, Gus," Vicky said with difficulty, trying to talk while holding the struggling blonde against the wall.
"HELP!!!" Katie screamed at the top of her lungs. "Call the sheriff, NOW!!!"
"It's okay Gus," Vicky said, slamming a fist into Katie's stomach to silence her. "My new toy isn't 'broken in' yet, so I'd be much obliged if you kept everyone away 'til I'm through."
"Yes Ma'am!" Gus said quickly.
"Lick 'er good, girlie!" Another male voice yelled that Vicky knew was Mack, one of her gunslingers. Both men then laughed and she heard them walk away as she watched Katie choke and cough as she clutched at her stomach in a half doubled over position against the wall.
"Yellin' for help like that just was not a very smart thing to do," Vicky chastised the young blonde, grabbing her hair with one hand and yanking her back upright.
"Let me go, please!" Katie pleaded as tears streamed down her pretty face.
"Honey, we're just gettin' started," Vicky said as she once again slammed the young girl's head against the wooden wall and then leaned in to press her bright ruby red painted lips against Katie's.
Katie squirmed and gagged and started clawing at Vicky as the dance hall queen thrust her tongue deep into the blonde's mouth. Vicky's feet were planted wide apart for leverage now as she leaned her body weight into the blonde to keep her tightly pressed against the wall.
Katie wildly groped and grabbed at her tormentor and finally managed to lightly rake her claws over Vicky's fully exposed cleavage causing the brunette to squeal and jump back a step.
With a deep growl now, Katie pushed off the wall and dove headlong at the whore, tackling her flat on her back onto the floor and landing on top of her. Their long skirts and dresses made using their legs nearly impossible as they began writhing around on the floor and with Vicky's legs slightly spread, Katie's knees were pinning the saloon girl's dress to the floor between her legs.
Virtually immobilized now with the blonde pinning her dress down, Vicky kicked the fight into high gear and went at the young girl tooth and nail. She slapped, clawed, bit, and started tearing off Katie's blouse as the shocked blonde now tried to get away. As Katie pulled back, Vicky bucked hard and rolled the blonde over and in an instant was now on top and had Katie pinned on her back.
Vicky methodically ripped and tore at the white blouse, shredding it to ribbons within seconds and then digging her claws into the screaming girl's cleavage that was pushed upward and inward from the wasp waist corset she wore. Vicky's long black hair was falling against Katie's face as they continued to struggle, grunting and panting and yelping as claws dug into bare tender flesh.
Katie was now expending most of her energy just trying to grab Vicky's wrists to pry the woman's hands from her stinging breasts as the vicious mauling continued. Finally realizing that no matter what her beliefs or virtues were, if she was going to survive she would have to fight the whore like a whore. With that, Katie gritted her teeth and dug her fingernails into Vicky's bulging cleavage that hung within inches of her face.
Vicky let out a loud shrill screech as Katie's finger's dug into the soft curvy slopes of her large mounds sending waves of pain coursing through her body. She collapsed onto Katie and their tits mashed flat against each other as they both once again dug their hands into each other's hair.
They rolled to the side and now with neither having her skirts pinned down, their legs started kicking. Vicky's black stockings came into full view along with the bright red lace garters around each thigh to hold the stockings up. The brunette had already lost one shoe in the battle and the other soon flew off as well from her wild kicking.
Katie's skirt was also quickly riding up and was exposing her pantaloons that Vicky was quick to try to grab and rip at with a free hand. Katie decided to reciprocate by grabbing at Vicky's but was shocked and mortified when she grabbed and nothing was there but bare thigh above the black stockings.
In a panic, Katie scrambled to crawl away toward a corner in a sitting position as Vicky got to her knees and hiked up her dress so it wasn't caught under her knees against the floor.
"Now is . . . where it gets . . . interesting!" Vicky said, breathing slightly heavily from the exertion. With that, she pulled her dress up around her waist to show her thick dark bush to Katie.
Violently shaking her head back and forth, Katie cowered in the corner. "No, no, no!" she pleaded, pulling her knees up against her bosom.
Having the shock advantage now, Vicky upped the ante even more by slowly peeling off her dress and throwing it across the room. Clad now in just a black and red satin corset and her black stockings, Vicky slowly began inching toward her victim.
"C'mon cutie," Vicky taunted. "Make me squeal with pleasure!"
"Perverted whorish slut!" Katie wailed.
"That's me!" Vicky smiled. "And that's just what I'm gonna turn you into as well!"
As Katie started to reply, Vicky seized the opportunity and grabbed one of Katie's boot clad ankles and before the blonde could react, the dance hall vixen yanked her out of the corner and pounced on her like a cat.
The fight now resumed full bore with both women slapping, grabbing, clawing and pulling hair at a feverish pace while rolling back and forth across the small dressing room slamming into walls and tables as they rolled.
Vicky was intent on getting Katie stripped and she slowly but steadily worked on the light blue skirt until it was gone and in a crumpled heap in the corner leaving the blonde now with her boots, pantaloons and corset.
With the dress and skirt now gone, Vicky snaked her legs around Katie's like two slithering snakes coiling around a common prey. Once their legs were fully entwined, Vicky began pumping and grinding her cxnt against the blonde who fought tenaciously to escape from the sordid, perverted attack.
Vicky just had too much fighting experience and she would simply cling to the blonde and save her energy while the wildly struggling younger girl wasted her remaining strength on random attacks that were having no effect on Vicky other than the sense of sexual arousal from the constant writhing and wriggling of the blonde's youthful sexy body against her own.
Katie's corset was the next article of clothing to be targeted and Vicky broke the leg entanglement so she could force the blonde onto her stomach and mount her from the rear. It took a few seconds but Vicky finally managed to pin the blonde down and began undoing the stays of her corset. Katie kicked wildly and screamed but to no avail as the brunette slowly and steadily undid the very restrictive garment and yanked it out from underneath Katie's prone body.
With her small but pert and firm breasts now fully exposed, Katie was terrified that the woman would next go after her nether region so she struggled out from under the rear pin and got to her knees.
"Small . . . but . . . nice!" Vicky commented while she stared at Katie's tits, huffing and puffing now as she tried to breathe. "My turn . . . now!"
As Katie backed up again, she watched in horror as Vicky peeled off her own corset and let her huge tits flop free, dangling like giant fleshy globes in front of her. Katie had never seen another woman's breasts before and was stunned at the sheer size of the mounds and the huge dark brown areola and nipples that were tall, stiff, and erect.
Clad now in just her black stockings and red thigh garters, Vicky moved toward the blonde with hands outstretched. Her big tits swung back and forth as she moved on her knees and any sudden movement caused them to jiggle and bounce.
With no where to go from her trapped position in the corner, Katie lurched forward and grabbed at Vicky's hair. Vicky responded in kind and their bare breasts smashed together with nipples stabbing against nipples.
Vicky squealed and then moaned almost simultaneously from the pain of the hair pull and the erotic feeling of Katie's bare tits pressed against her own. It was a perverse blending of pain and pleasure and Vicky reveled in it as the cat fight now raged on.
With both of Katie's hands solidly entrenched in Vicky's scalp, Vicky quickly slid a hand down between them and rammed it into the blonde's crotch. She rubbed the girl's pussy through the thin fabric of the cotton pantaloons and Katie screamed out loudly as she tried to pull away once again.
Vicky this time dove at her as she backed up and tackled her onto the floor where she began stroking the younger girl's cxnt with rhythmic expertise while holding her tightly by the hair with her other hand.
As the blonde floundered on her back and wildly grabbed and clawed at the brunette, Vicky leaned down and lightly bit and licked Katie's right breast. The hot, wet, course tongue being dragged over her nipple instantly hardened and raised the small knob and the harder Katie wrestled and struggled, the more the tongue and lips rubbed against her breast and nipple.
Vicky then slid her hand under the waistband of Katie's pantaloons and sought her now moist warm snatch with her bare fingers. Katie was exhausted both physically and emotionally from the ordeal and her wild flailing attacks that had expended so much energy where now catching up with her. She continued to weakly resist and to verbally protest between labored breaths but Vicky was not to be denied her prize as she deftly worked the young blonde's clitoris with practiced skill until the girl was literally pumping against the whore's hand as her lust took over and overruled her will.
Clinging now to Vicky's long hair with one hand, Katie finally grabbed one of the dark haired girl's heavy breasts and squeezed it. Vicky threw her head back and moaned with pain and pleasure as the blonde's fingernails bit into her soft breast tissue bringing a rush of wetness to her own cxnt.
Writhing and pumping and squirming their bodies together now in unison, Vicky brought her young blonde victim to the brink of orgasm and then just as the moment approached, Vicky pulled the girl's face to hers by the hair and thrust her tongue into Katie's mouth.
They convulsed and pumped against each other now as the powerful orgasm tore through Katie's trembling body. She tensed and gasped as her eyes opened wider than they'd ever opened before as the impossible waves of pleasure ripped through her body awakening every fiber of her being. She never knew such a level of pleasure was even possible let alone attainable.
Vicky then slid off Katie who immediately curled up into a fetal position on her side facing away from the whore who just raped her. She was sobbing as Vicky slowly got up and then grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to her feet.
"No . . . no!" Katie pleaded. "No . . . more . . . please!"
"I'm . . . not . . . not . . . done!" Vicky hissed. Vicky then dragged the weakly struggling blonde to the small bed on the other side of the room. Pushing the beaten blonde down onto the bed, Vicky tugged and jerked at Katie's pantaloons until they were off and the blonde was now totally naked except for her boots.
Vicky then climbed on top of the young girl and pressed her big tits hard against Katie's. She rubbed her massive mounds back and forth against her victim's tits while clutching a handful of her hair. With their legs and thighs in full contact, Vicky began grinding her loins against the blonde's loins.
Again finding Katie's mouth, Vicky thrust her tongue inside as they rocked back and forth, grinding and gyrating and pumping with rhythmic precision. Each girl had one handful of the other's hair and each was using her free hand to lightly scratch and claw the other's bare flesh as they continue to pump faster and faster.
Vicky then snaked her legs around Katie's to force their cxnts tightly together as they grinded together harder now and at an even faster pace. The bed rocked and squeaked loudly, slamming against the wall as Vicky fucked the blonde with lusty abandon, oblivious to everything but the coming orgasmic release she craved.
Then Vicky tensed, let out a high pitched squeal that reverberated around the room, and then raised up. Her big tits bounced wildly now above Katie as Vicky pumped and gyrated and squirmed with her soaking wet cxnt in full contact with the blonde's cxnt.
"Yes . . . yes . . . yes . . . ooh . . . ooooooooooooh!" She cried out as she tensed again, jerked her head back, and let out a long low moan as the orgasm surged through her pulsing, throbbing body.
"Mmmmmmm," Vicky moaned as she rocked back and forth in the afterglow, keeping her cxnt still tightly in contact with Katie's.
Katie was sobbing and weeping loudly now as Vicky ignored her, still awash in the erotic ecstasy or the orgasm. The sobbing however was getting distracting and the longer it went on, the louder and more abrasive it became until Vicky could take it no more.
She slid her legs free of Katie's and straddled the girl, slapping her hard across the face to silence her but the slap just made the blonde wail louder and cry harder. Vicky then began sliding forward and as she did, Katie's eyes got wide and she started wildly bucking and thrashing about on the bed.
With her knees now on either side of the blonde's head, Vicky thrust forward one final time until her hot wet cxnt made contact with the blonde's face. Katie immediately began violently jerking her head from side to side to keep her mouth from coming in contact with the whore's cxnt but it was no use as Vicky grabbed her hair and pulled the girl's face into tight solid contact with her throbbing pussy.
Bracing herself against the wall with her free hand, Vicky began face fucking the young blonde and riding her hard. She moaned and panted with pleasure as she sexually abused the preacher's daughter in the most horrible and humiliating way possible.
Katie viciously clawed at Vicky's bare thighs and ass cheeks to get her off but the pain only raised Vicky's level of arousal and made her pump even harder until she climaxed again with a thunderous screaming orgasm that left her completely sated.
As Vicky slid off her vanquished opponent, she stood up and grabbed the blonde's pantaloons from the floor. She showed the crying blonde the large wet spot in the crotch of the delicate garment and then waved them like a victory flag to taunt the beaten girl, telling her she was going to keep them and hang them on the wall over her bed as a trophy.
Humiliated, beaten, and exhausted; Katie slowly got up, gathered up her clothes, and fumbled to unlock the door.
"Leaving . . . naked?!" Vicky laughed.
Katie just ignored her as she finally opened the door and ran down the hall and out the back door of the saloon to the hoots, laughs, and catcalls of the many people who had gathered outside the door in the hallway to listen to the cat fight.
As the blonde finally disappeared into the darkness, all eyes turned to Vicky as heads leaned to peer into the dressing room from the hallway. Standing proudly in just her tattered black stockings, Vicky planted her feet wide apart and cocked her hands on her hips to proudly display her huge clawed up breasts.
"Damn I love fuckin' and fightin'!!" She beamed. "Drinks are on the house boys!!"
The crowd cheered and clapped and Vicky led them out to the bar still naked and ready to have some fun.
The end
