Loretta Lariat: Law of Lawless

The bandit girl laughed and snorted and spat on the floor. "Blunt, aren't you? Well, I s'pose it's understandable. But no, Marshal. That kind of thing's not really to my taste. Just come and have a meal with us, in a bit. Not in here. We've got a tent set up for ourselves up the mountain a little ways above the town. Tucked out of sight among the trees. We'll head up there together when Swift comes back. Have ourselves a talk. How's that sound?"

Loretta only shrugged.

How much more horrid could things get? Actually in an odd way, she was almost genuinely curious to see. Nothing else to look forward to.

7.

"You say you wanna help me? Are you joking?"

Sheridan and Swift, in their tent, were offering her bullets to load her gun. It would give her a chance to get a horse and get away.

"Why are you doing this? You're outlaws like the rest of them."

"We're bandits, sure," admitted the girl in her silly mask, "but we ain't bad. Well, not all bad. Not like the rest of these mean nasty fuckers. We're the good kind of bandits. The fun kind. Back home, people think of us as folk heroes. Well, heroines, I guess I should say. Anyhow, way we operate, we're like Robin Hood, you know."

"Robin Hood's just a fairy tale."

"Well, yeah. I'll tell you what, though ... Personally, I didn't used to believe the crazy stories I would hear from time to time about this real young, real purty female lawman that was super-talented with her pistol, and caught and jailed like two hundred bad guys singlehanded, and also blew away practically another two hundred or so, again fighting all by herself every time, only despite how good and powerful she was she turned out to have this one funny sort of weakness she didn't know about at first, where if any bad guys ever managed to capture her and tie her up and take all her clothes off, then she just completely gradually went to pieces and lost her mind with lust and turned into an insatiable sex-fiend and the bad guys could do anything they wanted to her and make her do anything they told her to. And she'd obey all their orders no matter how demeaning and disgusting and take just as much pleasure in the acts as the bad guys would! Can you imagine a story crazier and dirtier than that? Frankly freakin' absurd! You'd never think such a girl would really exist, wouldja? Aw now, don't blush like that. I don't mean to hurt your feelings. Keep trying to tell ya, me and Swift wanna help ya get out of here! We're gonna give you a chance to save yerself!"

"But I don't understand? What's in it for you?"

"You will create a distraction," said the pretend Indian girl.

"Ah, all right. So what will you two be getting' up to, while I'm doing that?"

"Robbing the Mayor," announced Sheridan, with that bright beaming smile of hers, "And that creepy Gothcastle fuckface, too."

"And then you expect me to believe you're gonna take all that money and give it to poor needy folks. 'Cause you two are just like modern female Robin Hoods."

"Exactly right, Marshal. Just minus certain personal expenses. Bandits gotta eat like everybody else, good or bad."

8.

They gave her lots and lots of bullets, filling the loops of her belt as well as the gun itself. But refused to let her have other clothes, when she asked. Just her boots back. Turned out they hadn't got as mucked up in the street as she had feared would happen.

Their rationale for that was not wanting her to attract extra attention to herself before she made her escape attempt. She still had the shirt (buttoned up at this point). Everyone in town by now knew how that had happened. If she suddenly reappeared in the street with a pair of pants as well, everyone would want to know where she got them and how. Everyone would be looking at her pondering the question, unless instead someone or a bunch of someone's marched straight up and started interrogating her about it.

"If that happens, I'll pull out my gun and start shooting. They won't expect that!"

"Listen, you're gonna stand a much better chance if you don't draw extra attention to yourself 'til the last possible moment, when you snatch some fool's horse and take off."

"I'm always drawing attention! Are you crazy? The whole point of keeping me in the town this way was for all these assholes to stare at me! And they do! They never stop!"

"Maybe not. But they're relaxed about it. They've already got used to you. You're part of the local scenery. Point is, keep shuffling yourself along with your head slumped, lookin' all woeful and forlorn and pathetic. You march down there lookin' determined again, with your spirits all fired back up—the look you got on your face right this second—you won't get away! You'll end up fucked again, before you know it. Us too. Literally, Loretta! You gotta be sneaky about this."

"Fine," she grumbled, "Fine."

And then Swift-as-a-Snake had said, "Perhaps before we give her the bullets and send her on her way, we should make her lick our pussies for a while. Perhaps we should give her a spanking, too."

Molly Sheridan had got red in the face and made exasperated noises. "Swift! Come on now. Cut that out! She's a soul-in-distress!"

The fake Indian girl had shrugged. "It would help her to maintain the right frame of mind. To keep in character when she heads back into the town ahead of us."

"You and me, we're supposed to be good guys! I just got done tryin' to convince her! Good guys don't go around treatin' captives like that! There's s'posed to be a Code! Code of the West!"

"Phooey. She is still a lawman. Remember when lawmen stripped us naked and tied us to a tree and gave us both whippings? Do you remember what that felt like?"

"Those were bad corrupt lawmen, and they're all dead and in Hell now, where they belong. And of course I remember what that felt like! That's exactly why I'd never do a thing like to another woman, even if she really was my enemy!"

"But this woman is different than you, Molly," replied Swift, "It would not feel the same as it was for you then. We have seen the kind of woman she is. It would be more like the games you play with Wyleigh. She would enjoy it, mostly, and so would we."

Molly Sheridan's face managed to get even redder. "Me and Wyleigh back home, that's a whole different matter. And I don't appreciate you bringin' up personal private business like that in front of a stranger."

Swift shook her head. "I keep trying to tell you, it is foolish of you to always allow yourself to become so embarrassed and frightened by these matters. Except you prefer to be, it seems. This Marshal is the same, I think. She tortures herself the same way. She is addicted to that torture."

"You know nothing about me, squaw."

"I know if I spanked you over my knee, you would have another orgasm. The more you tried to resist it, the sooner and stronger it would overwhelm you."

"So damned sure of yourself."

"Yes, Marshal. I am."

"Now, Swift, that's enough!" Molly shrieked, "Tarnation! You two are gonna have me tearing my own hair out in another minute. This woman needs our aid and we're in a position to give it to her, and benefit ourselves and lots of hungry people-in-need back home into the bargain, so that's what we're gonna do, and that's all we're gonna do! That's final!"

9.

Loretta made it out of Lawless. Never found out how the supposedly good outlaws' robbery went, while she was making her break. Not until she finally met that pair of characters again, but that was a good distance in her future ...

She used most of her bullets. Killed a whole lot of bad guys. Deeply gratifying. Her final tally included a few Indians in the woods at the bottom of the mountain, so it seemed there was at least some truth to the Yeller Teeth tales. They didn't manage to stop her or slow her down. She'd picked a good horse to steal. Probably the best the town had on offer.

Little bit of trouble again with the saddle, same as she had before. Since she was prepared for it this time, it didn't mess her up too much. In fact it may have aided her escape. Fed into the thrill of the chase and the combat. Kept her energized.

You'd expect a series of ongoing orgasms to throw off her marksmanship. That wasn't the case, somehow. Seemed to improve her shooting. And the shooting in turn, every time she scored another hit and took out another of her pursuers, added an extra kick to her climaxes. She was spending as much from the pure mental and spiritual stimulation of killing and victory, as from the powerful but mundane physical stimulation of the bouncing saddle horn upon her cunny and clit.

Howled and hollered so much that after her escape, when the story was told, people would say what enabled her to get away from her captors wasn't just that somebody unknown took pity on her and gave her ammunition for her weapon ... No, instead it was claimed that she'd been possessed by an Indian spirit creature and turned into an unkillable werewolf.

Loretta rather preferred that version herself. And hoped folks far and wide would continue to believe she possessed such supernatural powers.

10.

Reaching the town of Seven Spoons, she snuck into the back of the older, crummier livery on the edge of the settlement, and found a stableboy she knew, Tim. Not that he was a boy anymore. He'd grown to manhood since she last met him. Still pretty simple in the head, like he'd always been since a horse kicked him.

She convinced him to fetch a pair of pants for her so she wouldn't have to ride into the heart of the town without any.

Waited over an hour, huddled with her horse in the back corner stable. Her anxiety increasing by the minute. Had to piss in the corner three times; her bladder kept magically filling itself up again. While she kept telling herself just to give up on the boy ever returning and get out of there, while she still had the chance. But if she did leave, where would she go then? All the way to another town? Still pantsless the whole trip?

The young man finally returned with jeans, but he'd brought a friend with him. A nineteen year old shitheel named Jake with a pockmarked face. It quickly became apparent her friend Tim had not betrayed her, or not willingly. The other fellah had noticed him grabbing the pants off a washline and then bullied the reason from him.

Now snide sneering Jake wanted a blowjob from Loretta, and another afterwards for the simpleminded Tim, before he'd let her have the jeans. If she refused, he'd run back into town and fetch the sheriff, who she recalled was himself a hard-drinking, unscrupulous man, more often than not. She'd end up having to blow him too, to keep herself out of his jail cell.

She pulled her pistol, though she only had one bullet left. Jake just laughed. "You daren't fire. This town's too small and bunched too close together. The shot will bring the sheriff running, and probably every other citizen too! You'll only make things worse for yourself. Whole town will discover your condition! Exactly what you were aiming to avoid, I warrant, when you sent Tim out to steal for you."

"You can see I'm a woman all alone in distress. Yet you threaten me with public disgrace. How can you treat me so cruelly? Have you no chivalry, sir? And do you know, if you'd simply done as I asked, I might have offered you exactly what you wanted of my own accord, as a reward for your assistance."

"Is that a fact?"

She shrugged. "No doubt you've heard the stories of my wantonness. How else would I have come to be stuck here hiding in this stable, without any pants to cover my womanhood? But now you'll never get to know the pleasures that a wicked woman like me could have brought you, if you'd simply been kind to me and earned my favor."

"Oh, but I will. I'll know those pleasures. And I don't need to worry about earning them to get them. Not from a foolish sassy slut like you. Put that gun back in your holster and get on your knees, Loretta Lariat."

"I'll ask you just one last time to look in your heart and relent."

"Ha. And I'll ask you just one last time to kneel and suck my pecker. Or I yell for the sheriff!"

With a sad sigh, and a sniffle, she holstered her gun and knelt down before him in the straw.

"Take off that shirt, too," he ordered, as he opened his fly, "I want you all the way naked. Well, you can leave your hat on and those boots, and your gunbelt too—you can keep it 'cause I know it's useless to you, ain't it? You know it is yourself. Tell me. Say it out loud."

"Yes," she admitted, "You're right. It's useless to me, at the moment."

"I gotta see yer big tits. Take off that durn shit and show me those big purty titties of yers. Shake 'em for me. Make 'em jump around. And when I spend, that's where I'm gonna put it. I'm gonna drench 'em for you. Just you wait and see."

"You're a scoundrel and a sonofabitch," she said, but in a mild, matter-of-fact tone, much as she could manage, as she unbuttoned the shirt and shrugged it off and tossed it aside to Tim. It would be nice to say she was able to do that without a pang. If only that was true—even a tiny bit true. Her voice quavered a little. She'd got so much practice losing her clothes against her will, over and over again, you'd think a girl like her would have grown perfectly accustomed to it by this time. Sheesh.

"So beautiful," Tim groaned. He'd taken out his cock at the same time Jake had. It was bigger than Jake's, and he was beating it harder than Jake was beating his. He'd probably make himself squirt before she had to suck him. "You're so beautiful, Loretta."

"Thank you, Jake," she said.

"Don't smile at him. Look at me now. Shake those tits like I toldya! Yeah! Make 'em shake!"

She did it, grunting from the slightly painful feel of it, sneering hatefully at him. Perspiration poured off her face.

"Sneer at me all you like, bitch, I don't mind at all. You're just as sexy when you sneer. Maybe more. Now lean backward some and scoot your knees further apart. More! Far as you can! Stretch those thighs! Yeah!"

And Loretta, for the moment, continued to obey ... She was afraid she'd end up jabbing her hiney all to hell on her spurs. A foolish thought. That wasn't going to happen, she had plenty of room. Damn things didn't stick up that high back there, did they?

"Put your fingers down there and spread your coochie-lips! Show me the inside of that slick shiny honeypot!"

She didn't want to obey that order too. But he still hadn't moved in close enough to allow her to do what she'd decided. If her plan was gonna work, she'd have to play along subserviently for him a tiny bit longer.

"Is it wet? It's wet and shiny, isn't it? Tell me!"

"It ... it is." Unfortunately.

"Rub it! Rub it hard! Harder! Rub it harder!"

Dammit, how much longer was he gonna hold himself aloof? When would he finally step close enough for her to grab him by his goddamned nutsack? Didn't he want her to blow him? Why the hell then was he still holding back out of reach?

"Huuhn," she went, "Huuhn. Nnhhn. Hhn. Hhn. Huuhn." Getting harder to concentrate.

"You can do it harder than that! I know you can! Do it! Do it! You're afraid to, aren't you? Why's that? Huh? Why's that?"

Yes, it was true, she was beginning to get scared. Well, more scared, rather. Properly scared, for real. Her determination was wavering, and her concentration ... Her plan was a good plan! But it wouldn't work if she had to keep doing this to herself. She couldn't keep rubbing herself so hard this way like he wanted to watch without ...

"Hhn. Nnnhhnn! Hhn!Hhn!Huhhuuhhn!"

"What you scared of? Say it! Tell me! You're gonna get off, aren't you? You're gonna get yerself off! You just can't help it! I'm gonna make you do it! Tell me!"

"Nuuhn! Huuhhn! Huuhhhaaahrr!"

"Now STOP! Hands UP! Tim, here! Quick! Grab her wrists! Help me! Grab her! Hold her! Hold 'em high! Don't let her go! Don't let her touch herself no more! Hold her still!"

"Ahhaahuuh! Wait! Bastard! God!"

"Right on the brink, weren'tcha? Weren'tcha? Admit it!"

"God! Oh God! Uhhrrnn."

"Now suck me! Suck me!"

He pushed his cock at her lips. She turned her face away so it only rubbed across her cheek, smearing it with goo. "No! No! I won't! I told you I won't!" Her hat had been knocked off again. He grabbed her hair and tried to force her head around. "I won't! I'll bite it off you! I swear!"

"Suck me right now or I won't let you come!"

"I don't care! Damn you! You'll never get me to do it! You'll never get to feel it! I swear!"

She'd been planning before, when she knelt and took her shirt off, to grab him by the balls, when he leaned close enough. She was planning to force him down over her knees and spank his ass black and blue. Teach him a lesson he'd never forget! She was sure she could do it. He wasn't too strong for her. She'd take him by surprise and make him pay dearly. He'd be too humiliated afterwards to challenge her any further. Or if he did dare, then she'd pull her weapon and pistolwhip the bejesus out of him. Bash his fucking skull in, if she had to. She doubted it would have to go that far. Then, either way, she'd grab the jeans and her shirt and get back on her horse and go. That was the plan she'd come up with.

Should have worked and would have worked. Only then he held back longer than she thought he would. Made her rub herself too much. Screwed everything up. She missed her moment. She hadn't been ready when he shouted and lunged. Too close to the brink. Too busy trying to hold herself back from it. She didn't want to let him take that from her. This mean nineteen year old jerk was not gonna join the list of laughing villains who had forced an orgasm from her! No way was she letting that happen!

Only now ... she was so wet ... he'd made her get herself too worked up ...

"Suck me, damn you! Shall I call the sheriff?"

"You won't! If the sheriff comes, he'll take me from you! And you know it! Ha! I'd rather suck his cock than yours, if that's how it has to be. So long as you get nothing!"

"Shit! Shit!" He pondered a second. Had she outwitted him? Was he gonna give up? Then a new look of resolution dawned on his scarred flushed face. "All right. We'll try this. Keep a good hold of her wrists, Tim! You keep her steady in this position now! Don't let her lower her arms or wriggle from off her knees!"

"All right, Jake. If you say so, Jake."

"Good boy." Then he hunkered low, eye to eye with her. "You said before you didn't care if I didn't let you come. But I'm not sure I entirely believe you."

He started to probe her dripping cunny and her swollen clit with his fingertips. Gentler than you'd think he'd be.

"Stop! Stop! Tim, don't let him do this! Don't let him touch me like that! Tim, please! It's—it's too—Uhhn! No! No! Nuuhhnn!"

"But he's making you moan," said Tim, "He's making you moan so sexy. I like hearing you moan like that. Keep doing it. Keep making her, Jake!"

"Huuhhhnn! Nhhuuhhhrrggh!"

God, it wasn't fair. She was too worked up. Too sensitive. Jake's teasing fingertips were unbearable. And he always knew when to pull away, to keep her from spending. To keep her dangling helpless and increasingly desperate on the giddy brink ... He could tell from her face and the noises she made. She couldn't hide it from him. She couldn't fool him.

She couldn't fight anymore. She had to face the facts now.

"Uhhn! Nuuhhrrnn! God! God! Dammit! Huuhhn!"

Only one way to end the punishment. Total surrender.

"You sure you don't wanna get off, Marshal? You sure you haven't changed your mind?"

"Damn you! Dammit! Please! Please!"

"If you won't take my pecker in your mouth, maybe you'd prefer it down in here, instead? What do you say to that idea?"

"Fine. Yes. Do it. Just do it."

"Ask me nicer, if you wanna get to come."