Red River was a small town, with one sheriff and a part-time deputy. The bank was a cheese box, and it was not difficult for The Gams Boys and their men to take it. As they scooped the money into a frayed traveling bag, young Harvey Gams toyed with the barrels of his shotgun. He swung the gun around, turning it from the quaking banker to his skinny, sweaty, little cashier and the old man who had the bad luck to be doing business at the wrong time.
The tall, raw-boned young boy with bad skin and straggling, greasy, straw-colored hair focused his popping, bulging eyes on his victims. He had mad, moronic eyes, and a small spittle of saliva trailed from the edge of his mouth. He was terrifying to the three whose lives he held in his hands, far more terrifying than the other two men who were in the bank with him. He was a monster, a hideous parody of a human, with a maniac's eyes and a moron's manner, and he knew his power to frighten. He had been warned to behave himself with the shotgun this time--but his fingers tightening on the trigger almost automatically, he forgot the rules that had been laid down to him.
"Bang bang," He tittered, emitting peals of crazy laughter. The old banker began to wet his pants, staring at that double barreled shotgun.
His brother, Virgil Gams--leader of the pack, turned to him with the measured and morose look he always had on his wrathful face at this display of idiocy from his half witted and murderous brother.
"You watch it, you son of a bitch. I've warned you for the last time."
"Oh--shit." Harvey spat on the floor.
Relieved at this warning from the apparent leader of the gang, the banker reached for a handkerchief to mop his perspiring brow.
"Hot damn." Harvey pulled back the hammers on the shotgun as Virgil began to spin around and sound out a warning, knowing that it was too late.
"Bam-bam," Harvey yelled as he pulled the triggers and blew the banker and the customer to bits with the shotgun, blowing pieces off of the spattered, broken bodies.
"That fucks it," exclaimed Virgil.
He whipped around with a look almost of genuine regret on his face to face the cashier with his forty-five ready for business.
"Sorry 'bout this."
He shot the cashier through the center of his head, right between the eyes.
Willy Sloan ran with the money, out to where the piss ass young punk known as the Yuma Kid was waiting with the horses.
"Let's git the fuck outta here."
The three killers mounted up.
"You dumb pile of shit," Virgil cursed at his moronic brother, "I told ya not to shoot that banker."
"Geez," Harvey exclaimed, "He was reaching for his gun, he was."
"For his hanky, you lyin' bastard."
There was a peeved, hurt expression on the face of the moron, who discarded his shotgun for his heavy forty-five pistol. They were all mounting hastily, to get the fuck out while the getting was good.
As they went galloping past the sheriff's office the deputy came roaring out with a blazing rifle. He caught three slugs in various parts of his body and went down coughing blood.
A storekeeper let loose with a shotgun, but his high aim left the wild riders untouched. Virgil gave him two slugs close to the heart and left him kicking and dying in the swirling dust.
The sheriff let loose with a rifle at the backs of the quartet from inside the safety of the jailhouse. There were a few others who had time to take ineffective shots from long range, but the shooting of the sheriff was not ineffective.
He shot the Kid in the right shoulder and Willy Sloan in the back, in a dangerous spot. Sloan dropped the money with a scream of pain. He was last in the galloping quartet of outlaws, and he cried out to the others.
"I'm hit, don't leave me."
Virgil turned in his saddle and saw to his horror that the money had fallen to the street.
"Shit, the money."
As he began to ride back for it, the sheriff put a slug through the man's hat.
"Fuck the money."
Virgil continued on his way out of town, spurring his horse to take the lead in the ride, which he held despite the attempts of the others to outdo him in panicked flight.
Willy was a fat man of middle years, short and not in the best shape. He hung back as his blood began to leak away in serious quantities and the pain knifed him in steady doses.
"I gotta stop," he whined.
Virgil cocked his revolver. "We don't stop and we don't leave no living man behind us. You know the rules, boy."
Willy managed to stick in the saddle. He hung on since he had no choice.
Back in town the people were mourning over their dead, but grateful to have the money back again. The old sheriff was trying to drag up a posse to pursue the killers, but the men were melting away with lies and downcast, nervous eyes.
"You whipped dogs," he sneered. Four of the townspeople dead, the deputy going fast as well, and they were letting him down.
"Hang you all." He threw down his badge in the blowing street dust. "I'm going after them bastards myself. I don't need you scum to help me."
The sheriff was out of that town within ten minutes. He had three days' supply, his savings--which he had entrusted to no bank, his guns and his belongings. The sheriff had always been an impetuous and head strong man and the winning of his goals had been his primary consideration in any undertaking rather than the playing of the safer odds. He would track down the bastards slowly now he was alone--finish or capture them--and then move on to a new situation.
The four escaping bandits rode on into the high country, into breaking sections of rock and greenery, moving along rising lines toward better land--farming land.
They rode on until they were certain that they had outdistanced any posse for the moment. THEN they decided to tend to the wounded.
"Fucking bastards," cursed the leader. Virgil was a stubborn and black tempered man, quick to violence and brutal in his actions. He was large and powerful and fast on the draw. He had buried friends as well as foes and he did as he pleased.
The wounded Willy was now the focus of his hatred.
"You dirty bastard, how could you drop that loot? Now we ain't got twenty bucks between us all."
"Oh-Jeez. I'm hurt awful bad. My chest is burnin' up."
Virgil spat. "You don't look like you gonna make it, Willy."
He began to reach for his gun, eyes evil with the almost hidden urge to kill.
The kid spoke up, the older man being his pard. "I know where there's a farm close by."
"How close?"
"Twenty miles. And there's two women there. Both young and both beautiful."
Virgil's face began to sweat and his hands twitched. His mouth was dry and his mind was filled with cruel images. He was a sex sadist, and he loved to horsewhip beautiful naked women--lash them to pieces after he had finished with them.
"How do you know?"
The kid shrugged, wincing with the pain in his shoulder. He made an obscene cock pumping gesture with his hand.
"The young sister, Jenny Blake--I fucked her once. A real wild bitch. She lives with her sister Clara and the dude she married. The older one is married I mean."
"Is she a friend then?"
The kid laughed. "She knows 'bout me. Can't stand the breed. Called me a shitty stealing outlaw scum last time I seen her. Pulled a rifle on me."
Virgil jacked out his arm. "Sounds like that uppity bitch needs some of this."
"We could lay over there until we dodge anybody following us and Willy gets well."
"If'n Willy gets well," added Virgil.
"Let's do it," Harvey yelled. "I wants to fuck and whip some good cunt."
His brother jerked the rangy halfwit off his horse and smashed him in the mouth.
"This is all your fault, you jackass. You fuck up on me again and I'll kick you loose, brother or not."
"S-sorry, brother."
"Now let's ride."
The four men made a line for the place that the Kid described to them as they rode. Virgil thought of torturing women, the pleasures of making them scream.
Like the Mexican wildcat in that saloon in a nameless little border town in Lower Texas. A shitass place frying in the sun, with some twenty rickety and trail blown buildings of dried timber and an equal number of Mexican adobe houses and structures.
There had been one saloon and two whores in it, one a dried up redhead and the other a young and fresh Mexican spitfire of a darkeyed beauty.
Right before the fear-paralyzed barkeep the horny Virgil had torn the dress off her and stripped her stark naked. He had thrown her back against the bar and poured tequila over her tits.
Virgil had slobbered as his teeth bit into her boobs. He had chewed at the sun baked brown little hard breasts with his hard, dirty teeth, grinding and rending the meat and causing the blood to run from the teeth wounds he covered her knockers with.
His hands had moved down to her thighs, spreading wide the meat of her cunt box so that his ugly, filthy fingers could rip and tear deep into her pussy, trying to tear her quim apart.
"Aiieeeee. You gringo coyote."
The girl had raked his face down both sides with sharp nails and dug her knee into his crotch.
The cursing outlaw had reeled back, his crew of killers laughing. But that had stilled when he whipped out his gun and cracked the girl's nose as easily as an eggshell with one whipping action of the barrel across her face.
"Greaser bitch."
The barkeep had shakily gone for his stashed shotgun behind the bar, but almost as an afterthought the killer had whipped out his gun and put three slugs into the barkeep without looking at him, out of the corner of his eye. The girl had screamed and screamed, her hands compressing her broken, blood streaming nose, eyes fixed on the body awash in blood behind the bar. But only one man had begun to move toward the center of the commotion, and a bullet close to his feet had scared him off.
After that, the horror had begun for her. Virgil had begun by tying her thumbs behind her back with strong cords of dried hide. He tied them tight so that she was in intense pain at once. And then the torturing had begun.
Virgil had leaned her willowy and lithe body back against the bar and fucked her, brutally and savagely. His large cock had hammered into her with rapid, hurting strokes, and he had kept at it until he had felt the breaking of the defenses of the body under his assault. He had smashed her cunt bloody, and left her shaking and battered.
After that he had begun with the whip. Her screams reverberated through the broken down saloon and scorched the ears of the town that were deaf to her shouts of anguish.
He had shaken out the lengths of the braided bullwhip. His hands had been sweaty and trembling with the hot and evil anticipation of using it on her, his lips parched and dry. His cock was still vibrating in his pants, but now a different urge held him in its grip.
He lashed out at her, the coiling whip, unlashing and curling back, to cut a ragged split across the narrow breadth of her back, cutting her almost to the bone. He whipped her again as she began to scream without stopping and he tore a wound along her shoulder blades, that dropped her to her knees.
He looked at her young and small firm breasts, still unruined by the passage of time and the uses of her new profession. They made him go hot in his pants thinking of crushing them.
The whip struck over the firm tits, above the small pointed nipples. The skin split and tore, blood oozed from the cuts. He let the right breast have a down-slashing stroke that split it almost in two.
In a second the girl was on her back kicking in despair and pain, threshing out her agony. The whip slashed and hacked her young body, tearing it bloody, rending skin and splitting open gaping wounds in the flesh.
Gibbering obscenely like an animal, Virgil tore the whore apart. He lashed her belly until it was a criss-crossed red bleeding pattern of wounds. He slashed her tits until they were torn to shreds, and the flaps of bloodied flesh shivered and waved with every new crunching blow that shattered her body.
Virgil kicked the girl in the face, cracking her teeth to fragments, smashing her mouth in. He kicked her in the ribs, cracking and fracturing them one by one. He kicked her cunt to a pulp.
The raving animal dragged the girl around the room, hauling her along by her hair. He smashed over tables, littering the floor with broken bottles and glasses through which he dragged the girl, tearing her skin on the broken glass.
He slung her body over the bar and poured tequila into her oozing wounds. He rubbed lemon pulp into the wounds and poured salt into the lacerations, digging and spreading it in deep.
As she screamed and spasmed and tore madly in all directions Virgil had nicked her body with bullets, tearing small cuts and wounds along her hips and shoulders.
Then he had pistol whipped her, shattering the bones of the small oval-shaped face, shattering jaw and nose and chin and cheekbone, until he was hammering into a bloody ball of spattered pulp.
"Let's ride outa here, boys." He was happy again, looking over the devastation. "Ain't nothin' left here for us."
His men were shaken and somewhat sickened by what he had done. They had also not shared in the charms of the young whore before their leader had destroyed her. But when Virgil Gams was in one of his dark spells, it did not pay to trifle with him.
Now they were once more on their way to women, and Virgil felt his prick harden in the saddle. He was going to make up on their suffering flesh the debacle he had experienced back at the shitass town they had ridden out of with empty hands.
The Yuma Kid looked at the face of his leader, imagining what the bastard was thinking. Well, the Kid had owed the uppity Jenny a reckoning for a long time. She had done more than drive him out with a gun as he had related to the others, she had put a load of buckshot into his ass. Picking it out he had thought of her and what he would do when the time came. A posse on his heels had forced him to set aside his vengeance for that time. But now he was riding with a ratpack that suited his temperament, and he intended to get his own back at her.
CHAPTER TWO
Jenny was bathing down by the pond. Her naked body glistened under the warm sun as she splashed water over her flesh. The cascading hair waved and foamed about her oval shaped face. She played with her large breasts, bouncing and clutching them, pinching her nipples until the sex urge was strong in her.
Masturbation had always been one of her pleasures. She had shocked her sister when they were young, the shameless way she had played with herself. But she had laughed and shoved fingers up into her cunt while sucking at her own prominent nipples. Sex had always been her greatest pleasure, and she had known the bodies of many young men--and young girls as well. The Puritan ethic was not so strongly practiced as preached.
But she had not married. No man would take the young hellion for a wife, the wild young wanton who had opened the pants of too many men. The life of a whore beckoned to her, but she refused to be forced to take up the role that others had apparently consigned her to. It was a blow to her pride that she would not stomach.
But still, life was pleasant with her sister and brother-in-law, and she was still young. If the rage for marrying really hit her, she could always head off for parts unknown and take any man she set her mind to.
But the life of a woman was a second class life, that was for certain. Men had all of the fun, all of the adventure. Whoring was the only really wild and free adventure that was open to a woman, when looking at it that way. Men had the world by the tail and they were not going to share any of it with mere women. That was the truth of things.
Jenny had practiced with a gun in secret as a teenage hellion, thinking of someday being a gunfighter like a man. She was good, damned good, by the time she had finished her training.
But it had all been a fantasy. There was no role with a gun for women. Unless it was to be the wild companion of some two-bit outlaw. This had almost appealed to her at one time. But with the Yuma Kid, she had realized what a cheap, second-rate scum he and his kind were. He had not even been the real Yuma Kid, just a punk taking the name of an older outlaw and using it for himself. A real son of a bitch.
Jenny splayed her hands over her belly, stroking and rubbing it. Looking about her to make sure she was alone, she began to slowly rub and insert a long candle into her vagina. It was a hell of a lot of fun. She began to rapidly massage and ream the inside of her pussy with it, finding a rising excitement in her body in reaction to the stimulation.
Suddenly there was the ominous sound of horses. Startled, she jumped into the safety of some bushes, dropping the candle from her wet box.
She looked through the bushes at a group of horsemen some two hundred yards away, coming up the wash at a slow trot, trying to remain unseen.
"Son of a bitch."
Gathering up her clothes and pulling them on over her wet body as she ran, she headed for the house, realizing from first glance what sort of men these were.
At the house, she ran in screaming with fright, sister dropping the serving dish at the sight of her, and her brother-in-law staring in astonishment as she interrupted their meal. "What's wrong, Sis?" Clara asked.
"Four riders coming. And they smell of trouble--bad trouble."
Her brother-in-law curled at his beard, his brows knitting. He was a brave man but a peaceful one, and he had avoided gunplay and the foolishness of fighting all of his life.
"They coming this way?"
"They'll be here in ten minutes. They're comin' slow, like they don't want to be seen until they're real close to us."
"Well, I'll go meet them outside. I want you women to stay in here. Maybe they'll settle for food and supplies and move on. Maybe they're on the dodge."
"Don't go out--stay in here," Clara pleaded. "She's right--stay in here and poke that gun out at them."
"If they get real mad they could fire the house. NO, I have to face up to them. They won't come in at me when they see the Henry rifle. That thing can throw out a lot of lead."
"Don't do it."
Hushing their fears the farmer stepped outside to confront the menace. He hoped that it could be smoothed over without trouble, for he had no illusions about his ability to fight off the group he now saw approaching.
There were four of them, and as they came closer, he could see that two were hurt. One had his arm in a crude sling, heavily bandaged and wrapped in an old army coat. The other wounded man was barely staying on his horse, pale and shaky. He looked half dead.
Virgil did the talking. "Good day," he exclaimed amiably, showing his dirty teeth in a wide grin. "Me and my amigos here have hit on a bad spell of trouble back along the trail." He pointed with his thumb back at the trail they had left far behind.
"Some owlhoots jayhawked us. Robbed us of all our cash and most of our supplies. We's lucky to be alive after they got done picking over us."
The farmer nodded, his eyes unconvinced. He hoped that they would settle for supplies and move on.
"We could use some good food and some help. Two of my friends here are hurt bad."
"I can give you some food and some supplies. But you have to stay back there."
The big man doing the talking took off his hat and mopped his sweaty brow, looking away from the farmer and his rifle.
"That ain't very friendly mister. We could use some real help. Ain't you got some women to nurse my sick friends, mister?"
The grin spread out over the beefy, bearded face. It was an evil grin, a wolf's grin of hatred and lust.
The farmer stood his ground, his face going hard now as he realized how bad the trouble was and what this pack of animals really wanted.
"I think you and your friends had better move on outa here," he stated harshly, cocking the rifle.
Inside the house, the women were clutching each other in fright. Almost absently, Jenny noticed the marks of love bites on the exposed part of her sister's breasts. She wiped at Clara's tears, her own confidence shaken by the recognition of the Yuma Kid among the bastards out there endangering and menacing them.
"What's going to happen?" Clara moaned.
"Hush, honey. It'll be all right."
Thinking of her revolver left in the barn, buried under the hay and unused, she cursed the uselessness of the forty-five. She should have kept it in the house, even if her sister did disapprove of her having it. Out there, buried under hay, what damn good was it? None at all. She should have thought of it before. Too late. The rifle her brother-in-law held was the only gun available. She prayed for things to be all right.
From under his hat, hiding a small .32, Virgil fired a fusillade of shots into the chest of the stubborn farmer. From under his coat-covered sling, the Kid emptied his revolver into the chest of the man. The bearded farmer went down riddled with shots, not getting off one single return at his killers, face frozen in surprise.
Virgil spat. "Dumb farmer."
Harvey laughed his moron's laugh, happy as a little child. He pumped up and down in the saddle, anticipating more death.
There was a scream of horrible torment from the house, a shrill cry of despair and pain that came from the throat of a woman.
From out of the house a woman came running, a beautiful blonde with large tits and hair flying, wild eyed and crying out a man's name. Another woman tried to hold her back, then vanished back into the house.
"Son of a bitch," yelped Virgil. "Look at the body of that bitch."
The hooting and shrilly bleating idiot went riding forward at the grief stricken woman bending over the body of her husband. He lunged from the saddle at her and ripped away the bodice of her dress, spilling out a large pair of well developed breasts.
"Looky here."
He scooped her in, trapping her arms as she tried to flail and struggle her way loose from the grip. As she kicked and pulled, he reached down and ripped away the bottom of her dress, spilling free the undulating, throbbing, bouncing and rolling masses of soft white ass flesh.
"Let's see the rest of it," his brother cried out.
This was too much for Jenny. Foaming at the mouth in her hatred and rage she came storming out of the house at the murderous crew, wielding a butcher knife. She screamed like a demoness as she charged forward.
Virgil whipped out his gun, first impulse to drop her dead. Then he reconsidered in an instant when he had a good look at her beauty. He fired at the knife, neatly snapping away the blade close to the handle and knocking the useless handle of wood from the hand of the dazed Jenny.
"Goody for you, Virgil."
Virgil laughed heartily, spurring his horse to ride his victim down. "Let's get these bitches, brother."
Virgil came at her as Jenny attempted to get to the aid of her sister. He tore his whip from his saddle holster where he kept it safely out of sight when not using it on some unfortunate.
Jenny reached her sister first, rolling on the ground in the grip of the would-be rapist, who had thrown himself from the saddle and was now tearing off the remains of Clara's clothing.
Jenny hurled herself on the man, trying to claw his eyes out. The man who had shot the knife out of her hand came riding by, reached out to grasp her by the hair, and tore her away from the man she was trying to claw blind.
Jenny landed heavily, rolled, and came up close to the pain wracked man who was bleeding from a hole in his chest and had not taken part in the furious action.
"You bastard," Jenny screamed. "I'll kill you, you dirty pig."
Jenny tore him from the saddle. As he fell and hit the ground screaming she tore at him, ripping open the wound in his chest, ripping at the hole in his flesh, trying to tear it apart.
"Aiieeeeeeeeeeee." The screaming man thrust out, and his hand sent Jenny spinning away.
"Dirty scum bitch."
The man who had killed her brother-in-law came riding hard at her again, this time swinging his rolled up whip at her. She managed to just barely dodge the blow, and she rolled away from him and sprang back to where the grinning idiot was trying to fuck her sister.
Jenny sprang upon his back and buried her teeth in his right ear. A horrible scream tore loose out of his throat, as Jenny almost severed part of the ear, her teeth tearing right through the fragile flesh, and the blood spurting and splashing over her face as she tore at the ear.
The bastard on horse came back at her. He uncoiled his whip as he rode. Virgil was burning mad with black rage as he saw the blonde bitch try to tear the ear off of his brother.
"I'll skin you, slut."
He lashed out at her. The whip clawed across the broad, well proportioned body. It tore the dress along the width of Jenny's back. The dress split open and spurting blood oozed under the material from the broad stripe torn in her flesh.
Jenny staggered away, reeling and trying to cover her body. The brutal whipper slashed out at her, the whip striking her buttocks and tearing a welt clear across them. Another blow tore the dress away over her right buttock, slashing a bleeding wound into the white globe.
"Get that bitch," The Kid cried out. "Rip her ass off, Virgil."
Virgil jumped down from his horse, whipping at the girl's body. He tore the dress over her back and ass to ribbons, slashing away bits and pieces as he covered her twitching rump and her shaking back with dozens of helter-skelter welts, bloody lines running all over her flesh in all directions. Some of the welts were long and others were deep. He was covering her flesh with marks that she would carry for life. He whipped her now naked back and ass until she collapsed prostrate to the ground, and still he whipped her to pieces.
Harvey now had his cock buried in the warm gash of the newly made widow. He bit into her breasts, filling his mouth with the rich white meat. He cut his dirty teeth down into the flesh, until he tore it and the blood filled his mouth. He tore a chunk of flesh away near the corner of the right nipple.
The Kid had an erection in his saddle despite the pain of his shoulder wound. Gingerly he got down, anticipating a bout of fun with the two helpless women.
"Shouldn't we make sure there ain't no surprises around here?" Virgil asked.
Virgil rubbed his hands over his sweaty mouth, noticing how he was shaking with the excitement.
"Well, you check it out," The Kid replied. "I got me a hurt." He tapped his wound.
"You'll have 'nother one if'n you sass me, punk."
"Okay, boss. Yassuh."
Cursing the bastard in the silence of his mind, the Kid went off, gun in hand, on a search through the house and the barn. There was nothing. He helped himself to the chicken piled on the table. Good food and lots of it.
He came outside. The raging Virgil had ceased his whipping of the now unconscious Jenny Blake. He stripped the last scraps of clothing off her luscious body.
"Son of a bitch," he exclaimed. "She is one hell of a hot piece of goodness."
Virgil spread his hands over her whipped ass, soaking them in the blood that was steadily spreading on her back and bottom from the many whip weals he had lacerated her flesh with.
He shoved three fingers up into her asshole and spread it open. He licked the bloody ass wounds on her well padded seat. He pinched and prodded and poked the wounds on her ass, and sucked at the cut lines, drinking the scent and the blood from her body, biting her ass and dribbling on it in wanton animal lust.
The Kid turned away in disgust. His lust was of a more normal kind. If the slut had not done him dirty he could have almost felt sorry for her.
Almost as an afterthought the Kid walked over to Willy Sloan to see how the old boy was making out. He found Willy gurgling up his death blood, eyes going wide and staring.
CHAPTER THREE
Willy was left in the front yard to rot along with the dead farmer. The horses were put in the barn and the three bad hombres went to work on the whiskey. There were a few bottles of it. They drained it all and glutted themselves on the food piled on the table. They smashed and shot and tore things, wrecking furniture and possessions for the hellish fun of it.
After a few hours of such fun they went out to where the two girls were. Jenny had been left to hang from the limb of a tree by her wrists. Scores of flies hovered about her, feasting on the great dried pools of blood on her chopped up back and buttocks. Her body was sheened in great flowing streams of sweat. She wept and cursed with the pain.
Clara had been staked out on her back, arms and legs flung wide. Her tits were covered with blood from the wolfish bitings of the imbecilic Harvey. Her cunt was gored and pulped by his wild raping. She wept hysterically, not for herself, but for her dead husband.
Jenny turned to the only one she knew, the Kid, with imploring eyes.
"Kid, if you got any decency, for the love of God, d-do something. Stop this."
The Kid stripped off his clothes, revealing a huge and horny hardon. He stroked his erect member, shaking it obscenely at Jenny.
"You turned this down the last time I saw you. Said I was an outlaw, and all outlaws was scum. Now we'll see how much you feel like calling us scum."
Virgil took from his saddle a long, pliant length of strong rope. He let it unwrap slowly, spinning it out as he regarded the helpless girl with evil intent clear in his eyes.
"Your tits are too delicate for that bullwhip of mine. When I use it on a bitch, I tear her tits to pieces with it. I rip her nipples off and split the melons open till all the juice spills out. It busts her tits up to fast. Honey, I'm aimin' to make them teats of yours last a good long time."
Virgil dipped the end of his rope into the well. He let it fall down the well playing it out in his hands until most of it had been dunked into the cold water.
"Wet rope stings and scrapes, baby."
Grinning like the devil he began to whip her tits and her belly with the rope. He struck her glancing, scraping blows that pulled the wet strand of rope along her belly and bouncing knockers, leaving red gashes topped with bloody scratches upon her flesh. Virgil whipped away, stark naked himself, his cock rising up hard and flipping madly up and down as he lashed her, the cock sometimes half hidden by the flopping of his fat greasy paunch that overhung his groin.
Harvey had mounted upon the body of Clara once again. He clawed bloody red lines on her tits and the cheeks of her face. He clawed her shoulders and neck. He pounded her eyes with his fists, leaving black circular streaks around them. He hit her in the mouth with the back of his hand, chopping her mouth repeatedly and thrilling to the running of the blood out of her mouth, richly enjoying it.
He reached down to her cunt. He poked his fingers into her warm cunt cave, clawing the inner surface of the vaginal membrane raw and hurting. He rammed his entire fist up into her spasm rocked and shocked cunt and then he fist fucked her, ripping her open and enlarging the span of her twat box.
Harvey chewed her lips to bloody ribbons, peeling away the broken skin from the lips, and slapping her face until it was bruised and discolored.
Harvey chewed on her tits again. He bit at the bite wounds. He shoved and sank his fingernails into the marks his teeth had left and then he pulled at those marks, tearing them open and spilling more blood. He pounded her breasts, scooping one into his hand and then hammering the other fist right into the orb, crushing and mangling the breast until the color was the black and blue and purple of deep bruises covering up the soft and creamy natural white.
"Let me," begged the Kid. "Let me fuck her, Virgil, please."
Virgil was lashing the tits and belly of the twitching and convulsing Jenny. He hit her hundreds of times, sweeping every inch of her voluptuous torso with the rope, smashing her until the skin was marked by a whirlwind of tears, cuts, and red streaks.
Jenny howled and screamed. Her tongue writhed in her mouth and foam and spit dripped from her jaws. Her body was a bloody sadist's dream of beauty.
Virgil was shaken with the violence he was expending upon his victim. He was almost ready to drop, weakened by the liquor and the heat of the sun and the ferocity of his efforts.
"I needs a break. Take her Kid."
Virgil was having a good time, the best time he had enjoyed in months. He sat down on the dirt and drew long pulls from the whiskey bottle. He watched the fun.
The Kid cut down Jenny and laid out her limp body on the ground. Her back was a raw, flogged mass of heavily hacked up wounds, and her ass was a torn mass as well. Her entire torso from her neck to her mid-thighs was covered by hundreds of marks from the wet rope that had lashed the front of her body.
Jenny stared through pain gouged eyes, her mouth slack and every inch of her body trembling and twitching with the wracking of the pain in her. Black and red lights spun madly through her head, and she drifted between consciousness and unconsciousness.
"I'll fix that," jeered the Kid.
He lit a cigar, first trying to strike a match on Jenny's soft ass, but giving up and using his boot heel instead. Then he puffed it. When it was good and hot, he fumbled his hand at the patch of hair on Jenny's pelvic mound. He stabbed at the spot he found, the spot where the membraneous tissue of the vulva ended in the curvature of the sweaty, moist undercurve that flowed up into the deep crackline cleavage between the buttocks. At this space between the cunt and the anus he jabbed, searing a red mark into the tender whiteness.
Jenny kicked and screamed, lashing out madly in every direction. Her torturer smiled down upon her, a rich prize ripe for the picking.
"Got cha."
He dug his long cock up into her pussy hole in one stroke, spurting out his load into her after a few stabbing shoves.
"Damn you," Jenny cried, tearing at his eyes, her strength back.
He held her wrists, almost breaking them, cruelly using his fingers to gouge at the bloody stripes the ropes had left in them.
He laid on top of her, fucking her with a soft, limp cock until it became hard again.
"Oh, God, help me," pleaded the hysterical Clara.
Jenny turned her head to watch the horrors that were being committed upon her. Despite her own pain, she cried out in far greater sympathetic suffering to see what was being done to her sister.
Clara was impaled upon the fist of Harvey Gams. It was up her cunt all of the way, almost to the elbow, and the bastard was lifting the body of the girl clear of the ground several inches while twisting and jerking his fist around her cunt and then smashing her bottom back down to the ground again, ripping her up inside.
Harvey stood up and pissed into the face of the widow. He stood on her tits and rocked back and forth. He pounded his fists into her belly like a mad drummer, trying to split her belly open.
The Kid pumped Jenny's legs up until they were around his neck, and then he fucked away at her, ripping like a wild animal at the girl.
"Let's get in out of the sun," Virgil bellowed. "We must be damn fools to be out here."
They came in and the men set to work on the women, fucking and beating them. They pounded away without mercy, fucking and hurting them until they had not the energy left for an erection.
They poured whiskey over the bodies of the women and drank it off their skin, mixed with sweat and blood. They drank it out of their cunts, and out of their mouths.
They forced the women to cook for them, and led them around on ropes around the neck, slapping and hitting them and pawing them whenever they were in range.
They beat them bloody, and kept on beating them until their faces were puffed and discolored beyond recognition.
The day went by. They ate and drank and fucked and slobbered. They took out on the women all of the resentment for their inferiority and the lack of success at the bank.
They forced the women to suck each other between the legs, to lick and kiss cunt, and clean ass as well with their tongues.
Virgil tied them standing, backs to posts, and he spat down one mouth and then another.
He took pliers and pulled at their nipples and cunt lips, until blood oozed from the half crushed nipples and the pussy lips were stained and twisted.
He shoved forks up into the cunts and stabbed the insides of the pussies raw and bloody with them until the women were half insane.
The next day came. They took the women outside after fucking them again up the asses and in the mouths.
As the half dead, bleeding and lacerated women staggered and reeled and tottered, the men spanked and pawed and whipped at them, hurting them some more and enjoying it all.
Virgil hung up the naked Jenny by the feet from the well bucket ropes. He lowered her head down into the well and held her under the churning waters she kicked and threshed in until she began to strangle. Then he took her up out of the water, whipping and beating her feet to slashed shreds as he pulled her head up clear of the water. After allowing the screaming thing some time to catch its breath he lowered it in again.
"This is fucking fun," he shouted.
"You aim to finish her," Harvey asked, dribbling at the teeth with pleasure.
Virgil for once did not frown on his brother's slack witted manner.
"Hell, not for a long time does this scum die."
He kept at it for a long time, lowering her some twenty times into the well.
When he had finished this torture he pulled her out. The eyes were glassy and water ran from her slack mouth. Her belly was distended from the swallowing of water.
"We can fix this."
Virgil had an idea foul and scummy beyond description; the master thought of an inhuman animal.
He tied the dripping, half drowned girl belly down over the back of the horse of the dead Willy, who would not need it. Then he tethered the horse to a tree with strong rope so that it could not break away.
Snatching up his bullwhip, Virgil smote with all of his might, tearing a great bleeding rip into the rump of the horse. He tore the animal's rump apart, driving it mad so that it bucked and kicked and tore madly, smashing high into the air and coming crashing down. Belly down on this erupting fury of a horse, Jenny's guts were emptied out in violent spurting eruptions that sent shocks blasting through her entire body.
Up and down the lunging horse snapped, rearing in all directions, almost cracking the body of the girl in two, making every part of her body explode with pain as the horse rose and fell, sending her bouncing and spasming.
At last the horse sank to its knees, eyes closed, dying and broken. The girl was taken off, her insides emptied of every particle of food, every pint of the water, every drop of water from intestines and kidneys. She was spasming and throwing a fit, and she was laid out on the ground, more dead than alive.
Now it was the time of Clara's suffering. A noose was thrown over her, and as she struggled to free herself of the rope, her tormenter, Virgil, sprang into the saddle of his mount and tied the rope off around the horn. Then he set off, pulling the girl along. Clara ran with frantic speed, trying to stay on her feet. But the ground went out from under her and she was dragged along, skin being flayed from her bones as she clawed and ripped for a fingerhold to drag herself erect.
Futilely she tried to keep her body from being torn on the rocks, but it was no use. She was scraped raw, the skin flaying away as the hundreds of scratches and abrasions on her skin became one great patch of raw flesh that covered much of her body.
She was dragged back into the clearing, leaving a heavy trail of blood behind her where her body dragged across the ground.
"Looky at this little bitch."
She was pulled to her feet, a mass of torn skin and dirt. Her flesh was clawed and ripped, and she trembled in the hands of the bastards ruining her.
"Let's have some real fun with her," Virgil shouted. "She ain't no use for fucking." He clapped his hands to his sides, eager to get on with the massacre, an enthusiastic child.
They hung her by the wrists from the limb of a tree, feet kicking well clear of the ground. Virgil grinned at her, brandishing a sharp knife and drawing thin red lines with it along her skin. He traced patterns which ran together, closing lines into one another, thin cracks in the broken skin that were red and clean.
He began to strip down the skin on her tits, peeling the flap down inch by inch, cutting at it with the knife when it was stubborn, just peeling it all off of her, stripping her tits raw.
Jenny looked up from her haze of pain as the animal screams that came from her sister began to bring her out of her numbness.
She looked for a long time, at the butcher ripping the skin clear of the tits of her sister. She looked until she could stand no more of it. She buried her face in the dust, ground her eyes into the dirt, but the horrible sounds stayed with her, tore through her senses, always louder and less human.
"Don't turn away, gal. We wants for you to see all of this."
Harvey took the horror stricken girl in his arms, pulling and groping her tits. He jerked her abruptly to her feet and dragged her over close to the body of her sister. The evil Virgil was just finishing up on her. He had peeled all of the breast skin neatly, and two flaps of torn skin hung down, attached to her tits by thin one inch sections just below the nipples.
"Should I tear them loose," he asked the other two, hardons revealing their own reactions to the horror.
"Tear it off," Harvey shouted.
Virgil took the two torn tissues of skin and he peeled them away, flipping them into the blowing wind. The breasts heaved and trembled, skinned completely down to the last bit of skin.
"She sure did enjoy that," Virgil insisted, tearing and yanking at the raw tits with his heavy hands. He dug and scooped into them, tearing bloody nail holes in the flayed globes.
He pounded his fists into the face of the hysterical tortured woman. He smashed her nose, battered out her teeth, broke her jaw. The destruction of the face was always his favorite treatment of a woman, and he looked forward to the disfigurement with keen anticipation.
"You really are a bastard," chuckled the Kid as he caught Jenny in his arms as she tried to surge forward to get to her sister.
"Hell, this bitch was fat to begin with," Virgil said, panting for breath, his knuckles bruised and hurting. "The other one will be a hell of a lot more fun."
Virgil whipped out his gun and pointed it at the belly of Clara. She looked at him with dazed and dead eyes which welcomed death.
"Not that way, baby."
Virgil dropped the barrel of his gun until it was pointing to the cunt of the woman. With a leering grin at her, he pumped a slug into her pussy, blowing it apart.
CHAPTER FOUR
The old sheriff had come up on them unseen and was trying to work his way in slowly. He did not know what they were doing to the woman, but even from a distance it looked awful bad. He had to stop it. And then he heard the screams.
The screams were inhuman, and he grimaced almost with physical pain himself. He cursed the rotten bastards to every God he had ever heard about, cutting corners off of caution to get in closer. And then the gun suddenly shot off, and he knew he had to make his move even though he would almost certainly die in such an attack. Perhaps he could take them with him.
The old man came in, guns blazing. He had the .45 in one hand and his old .44 in the other. They pumped out a steady stream of lead, he wanted to pour out as much fire as he could. After that ran out he could whip out his rifle if any remained, and if he was still alive.
One shot caught crazy Harvey in the leg, another in the hip. He went down shrieking like a woman, his own gun forgotten in his pain.
The Kid whipped out his six-shooter and put a shot in the wrist of the old man, knocking away his .44.
"It's the sheriff from that town--" The Kid got nothing else out. He caught one through the left eye and one in the belly. He went down kicking and died bad, clawing his torn eye out of its socket while churning juices pumped out of the hole in his guts.
"Son of a bitch," yelled the leader, Virgil. He grabbed the swaying body of the poor Clara and used her for a shield. He pumped out three shots, two in the horse of the old man and one in his leg. The sheriff went down, his broken leg shattered by the bullet, trapped and pinned under his fallen stallion.
Virgil began to run forward, but the heavily wounded man shot out three times, putting one in Virgil's arm. Virgil ran for it, getting to his horse and jumping on the animal's back in a vault which belied his age and his lack of conditioning.
"Don't leave me," Harvey yelled.
A broken bug, flopping on the ground, he pulled himself erect. He reached out with a plaintive, pleading look in his eyes for his brother. Virgil nervously tried to look away.
"I can't stop for you."
"Viiiirrrggiiiillllll."
The old sheriff had his rifle out. Blood spattered his shirt front as he coughed out bloody phlegm. But he put one right through Harvey's spine.
"Virrrrr--Harvey went bug eyed, blood spilling out of his now soundless mouth. He toppled forward in a straight, unbroken line, only crumpling up when he hit the ground.
"Bastard," Virgil cried, already lying to himself that he would have aided his brother, if the sheriff had not put a slug into him.
Virgil hung low in the saddle and made off, two bullets cutting high as he galloped out of range in full flight.
Jenny dragged her broken body erect. She ran her hands over her wounds, staring about her numbly with a wandering mind, scarcely comprehending what had happened.
She finally heard the voice of the sheriff calling for help. She made her way over to him. She vaguely realized that the man had saved her life.
She stood over him, staring down, puzzled that the man had white hair and a drooping white mustache, a man showing his years. But age did not matter, if he could handle a gun the way he had.
"Help me, ma'am. Gotta git out from under this nag. My leg is broke--yaaahhh. I'm pinned down."
She managed with the rifle to pry the horse's flank just enough for his leg to slip free. Her body screamed with the anguish of the effort and later she could not understand how she had accomplished it. But she did it because it had to be done, and when she had gotten him out, she dragged him up to the house and laid him out on the torn mattress her sister and her dead brother-in-law had used.
"I'll be back," she muttered.
She went outside and walked up to her sister, reeling and staggering, sleepwalking in a daze. She did not know what she was doing, but suddenly she was staring into the pained eyes of her sister.
Clara tried to croak out words, but only a dry, choking sound came out. She was finished. Her cunt had been shattered by the point-blank shot, and this was the finisher after all of the other punishment.
"Don't fret Clara," Jenny comforted her. "I'll get that son of a bitch. I promise you." She stroked and petted her sister's forehead, whispering low to her, trying to give her consolation. She knew that there was nothing she could do, her sister was dead for certain. There was only one merciful thing left that she could do for her sister, grant her a fast release.
"Clara, you ain't got a chance. You're dyin' now. Do you understand what I gotta do?" Clara nodded. Her sister understood the thing that Jenny was now forced to do for her, to release her from further suffering.
With a choked cry, Jenny put the revolver to her sister's heart, the gun that Virgil had used. She shot her sister through the heart. There was a long silence after this sound ceased, a silence not broken until the animal cry of Jenny's grief filled the glade.
After a long time staring at the gory body of her sister, Jenny walked back to the house. She was numbly aware of her bleeding torn flesh, and her battered face. She hardly noticed her own pain.
The sheriff looked away when she came in. There were tears in his eyes.
"Sorry, ma'am. It's my fault, I should have gotten here sooner. I let you down."
"Ain't your fault. It's them bastards. One got away. I'm gonna follow him and kill him, even if I have to chase him to hell."
The sheriff coughed blood. Jenny looked at him in alarm, realizing that he too was dying. "What can I do for you?"
"Nothin', miss. I'm gonna pass on now. I'm all busted up inside. I wish I could help you some. Don't go after that Gams, he's a bad one."
"What's his full name, Virgil Gams?"
"Yeah, that's it. Virgil Gams. He's a top gun and you'll die for nothin' if'n you go after him. Believe me, lady. Shit like him comes to a bad end sooner or later. You'll not stop him."
"Gotta get him. I gotta."
"Can you shoot?"
Jenny nodded. "I can shoot real good. I'll practice up some, before I take off after him."
"No use." Cough-cough. "Shit like him don't never stay alone. He'll get a new bunch--or join a new bunch. He won't be standing alone if you do get close."
"I'll take him anyway."
"If'n you mean to do it, I guess you'll try. You got killer's eyes right now. That hard hate stare. I never seen it on a woman. I think you might have some small chance. You're standing there covered in blood, and you don't take no notice of it."
"I'll kill him--slow and mean."
"I wants him dead. He done killed me. But you won't stand no chance, so let the law take its course, sooner or later the law will catch up to him."
"I want to make it sooner."
"Sorry you won't change your mind," the old man said in a sad tone. Then he smiled at her, coughed up some more blood, and died.
Jenny had not even caught his name. She looked through his papers, and found out that he was Sam Colter.
"Sam Colter," she explained to herself. An old time gunfighter and peace officer. He had been a famous man once. Well, she would see to it that his death was avenged as well as that of her sister and brother-in-law.
Jenny threw a blanket over her pain wracked body and crawled into a corner. She closed her eyes for a minute, but it was late the following day when she awoke.
She wolfed down some food and then she filled the large copper washing tub with water. For two hours she washed and nursed at her shattered body. When she had finished, she bandaged herself as best she could.
Her clothing was all torn to shreds. Among the sheriff's things she found some shirts and pants that could fit her. She put them on. She felt better already, thinking of how she looked in them, like a strong and dangerous man instead of a weak woman. She would need a man's strength for what she had to accomplish.
First there was the horrible task of burying the now decaying bodies of her sister and her brother-in-law. It was grim and sickening. She buried them on the backside of a gently rolling hill behind the house. She buried the sheriff as well. She made markers and read words and finished it all as fast as she could.
For days she practiced with the guns left behind by the dead. And with her own special gun out of the barn. Funny, now she had all of the firearms she needed. When it was too late for them to do any good.
"I'll get them, Clara. I'll get him and all of the bastards like him."
Among the sheriff's possessions she found the picture of a daughter, and papers mentioning her. If she found the time, she would have to look the girl up and tell her what had happened to her father.
Time went by, and after ten days of rest and practicing with the guns, she felt she had enough skill to go after her foe.
She saddled up one of the surviving horses. At her hip she packed her .45. In a loop holster across her belly she packed the sheriff's .44. She carried two other guns hidden in her saddle bags. She loaded up with supplies and all the ammunition she could carry, which was all that the four dead men--the three outlaws and the sheriff--had carried.
Now she was ready. She wore a poncho made out of a blanket over her rig to hide her guns, especially the belly gun.
She took off. She began to track toward the West, heading for outlaw territory and the haunts where she might find her man.
Riding by day and by night, her quarry had lit out for a long time before stopping. Eagle Springs, a small town that did not live up to its glorious name, was his stopover. It had a doctor, just what he needed to get himself straight.
The doctor was apprehensive about treating this surly and ugly character. He was nervous and fumbling when removing the bullet. Virgil thanked him and paid him by laying him out with the barrel of his gun.
"Old quack," the outlaw muttered. "Bet he didn't like thet fee."
Virgil headed for the one and only saloon. It was not so bad a town as he had thought. Two whores and no sheriff. Not bad at all.
"I wants you both," he explained to the two somewhat faded whores. They grinned at him, until he broke in their faces with his fists.
He dragged them into the backroom, belly shooting the one man who tried to interfere. The others lit out, away from this mad animal.
He whipped the tits and the bottoms of the two women, cutting all of the sweet parts to bits with his whip. He hacked and wealed the soft bottoms, and the rest of the well padded fleshy bodies.
"Dirty whores," he cursed. "My brother got himself kilt on accounta two dirty whores."
He cut at the big breasts of the blonde one, notching and slicing them up.
"Fucking whore."
He cut deep into the white flesh, soft sagging meat that was split and sectioned by his whip. He threshed and flogged away, he tore them apart and cut up their screaming faces in a rampage of mad destruction inspired by the disaster that had befallen his gang.
When his thing was hard from the excitement, he pushed one of them down on her back and took her. After fucking the shit out of her, he took the other one, pushing himself hard to arouse another erection.
Standing up over their weeping bodies when it was over, he flipped a couple of coins at them. He grabbed one by the torn hunks of her ass and smashed the coins into the weals, driving them all the way in and churning the blood out of her wounds.
"You oughta remember me for some time, baby."
He helped himself to the money in the cash register on his way out. Funny, the shitass saloon having a cash register. The bartender was nowhere to be seen.
Outside the streets were quiet and deserted.
All of the poor slobs were hiding, shaking in their boots and scared to face him.
Huddling behind doorways, they watched him tear up the town, smash it to kindling. What he did not shoot apart he set fire to or smashed with his hands.
"C'mon cayuse," he growled to his horse after an hour of satisfying work. "We got to get moving out of here. We showed them damn dumb bastards a thing or two."
He rode off, firing his gun at all of the poor fools he could shoot behind windows and doors, or huddling in the alleyways. Once more he felt himself to be the big man, and this feeling stayed with him for a long time.
CHAPTER FIVE
Navajo Tom Brady had called his gang the Commancheros, after the notorious traders who sold guns and whiskey to the Commanches. This gang of his was all he had wanted riding for him through many years, building and training, until he had the band that he wanted.
They were good at the work he set for them. He usually had upwards of a dozen good men behind him, all merciless and cruel killers.
Navajo Tom was tall, raw boned, very strong, and lightning on the draw. He had long, dark hair, blowing wild in the wind, streaming behind him like a dark banner announcing Satan. His eyes were slits under heavy eyebrows, black slits in a face that was overly white and pale, marked by the pox. It was a superbly disagreeable, repulsive, and menacing face.
His men were a murderous crew, young and old alike. Old killers who knew it all and young ones fast on the draw.
Along the Washita Springs Country he picked up the man Jenny Blake was tracking, Virgil Gams. Virgil was on the lone and scared, although he would never have admitted to it. But Tom could see right through the bluff of another man to the frightened, hunted animal underneath.
Tom believed that in their hearts, most men were the hunted. They made a big front, but most were naked yellow when they faced up to you on their own and without aid. He had used this fact to make himself feared. As long as he did not break down before his own fear, he was the man in charge, even of better men.
The outlaws cut a bloody swath across three states. Gams fitted in with the gang. He had never been much of a leader, he lacked the cleverness to pull successful jobs.
"You ain't as dumb as your dumbass idiot brother," Navajo assured him, "but you ain't too smart either."
"I made out."
Tom snorted in disbelief. "The hell you did. You failed most of the jobs you pulled. You was a joke. No wonder your crew wound up dead."
"That ain't so."
Tom chuckled. "Want to prove me a liar, big mouth Gams?"
"NO--no."
"Then you listen when I'm talking."
Gams hated this man and played in his mind with ways to double-cross him and take over the gang. But he lacked the brains for these fantasies and let things slide as they were.
Following the trail left by them, Jenny realized that she was in a bad way. Just as the dying lawman had told her, she would never be able to get the scum alone. He was traveling with a full sized wolf pack, and she would have to figure out some kind of new play to get close enough to him.
It finally occurred to her that she could accomplish nothing chasing around the country trying to get close to her enemies. She would have to let the bastards come to her. The only way was to go to their stomping grounds, Gold Lode, where they found sanctuary and the outlets for spending their money. As long as she was chasing after them, it was all futile.
Gold Lode was an outlaw town. It had been set up with the aim of providing men on the prod with a place to spend their loot. It offered whores, gambling, and whiskey. A chance to lose every cent before going out to steal some more. It was a cancer to some, but to others it was sanctuary and life itself.
She rode for several days. Eventually she was riding the trail leading into the town of Gold Lode. On her way she stopped at a small stream to bathe away some of the accumulated layers of trail dust.
She was scrubbing and soaping herself, when she heard the sound of raucous, whooping laughter.
"Looky what we got here."
She turned and stared at several men sitting easily and loose in their saddles, staring open mouthed at her naked beauty.
First there was the feeling of panic, and then there was anger. She pushed her way through the water toward the bank, wondering what would happen next. Well, they had not even spotted her guns, hidden under her poncho.
"What do you buzzards want? Ain't you had enuff of a looksee?"
Her hair patch was showing. And the still prominent marks on her back. They goggled at the way her tits bounced and jumped.
"Son of a gun. You got some nice teats, honey. Lord of mercy, you do."
There were four of them, ragged and filthy, trail bums by the look of them, except that they were packing iron in a professional way, carrying their iron low and deadly on the hip, ready to use. And they had new, well treated iron, not scummy like their clothes.
"Lady, come up here and show us all of it."
"What if I don't?"
The leader shrugged his shoulders and grinned, showing gold in his mouth. He swept his hands out and turned up his palms.
"Then we gotta come down there and fuck you."
Those were the last words he ever uttered. The woman had put her hands under her poncho as if to don it. She fired two guns right through the hole where the neck went thru. She did not even withdraw the guns, just forced two sneak shots into the chest of the talker followed by a roaring fusillade to drop the others.
When it was all still, she went up to look over the shot men. One was still alive. She kicked away the gun he clawed at, and gave him a boot in his bullet wound, positioned in his belly.
"Who are you?"
"You in big trouble lay--ooh." He tried to crawl away, but she stopped him, pressing her boot to his wound.
"You wanted a look at me, why don't you look?"
"Please, help me."
"Who are you?"
"I'm one of the Commancheros. Your ass is in it for killing three of us."
"You'll be number four. Tell me, is that bastard Virgil Gams riding with you?"
"I ain't gonna talk to you, bitch."
He wanted to be a stubborn fool. Jenny was in no mood to humor this fool. She took his knife out of his belt and put it to his throat. She carved a bloody slash right down his chest to the belly. She gave him another cut, from his belly to the neck.
"Eaaaaaahhhh. Stop it."
"What about Gams?"
"He's riding with us. He's with the boss and the others."
"Where are they?"
"Headin' this way, but I don't know when they'll be here."
Jenny gave the bastard a shot right in the center of the head. She piled the four dead men alongside the road and sent their horses running off with a few shots. They would not stop for a long time.
Now she had some problems. She had to do something about this bit of stupidity she had committed. They would be careful and leery, missing the four men. She had to become something different, so that she could pass into the town without drawing attention. She would become a whore. It had always been her naturally ordained profession anyway, and this was the time to get started at it.
She rode into the town some hours later, her armament and menace hidden away. She was wearing a yellow dress that showed off a large expanse of her tits to good advantage. She would soon be working in one of the saloons, spreading her legs. She looked them over, and selected the gaudiest and the biggest.
As she walked in the front door, one of the cowboys swaggering out grabbed her by the tits and pulled her in, kissing her on the lips with a stinking mouth, getting his slobber on her.
"Where you goin', honey?"
She pointed to the saloon, and he gave her a lusty wallop on the bottom.
"Be seein' you, honey."
Not if I see you first she thought, ruefully rubbing her ass. She went inside. There was a long bar all of the way down the left side, and there were gambling tables and eating tables over on the right side, and upstairs as well. Beyond the stairs were the back rooms where the real business of the place went on, the business that brought in good money.
"What you want, baby?"
The question came from the barkeep, a swarthy, tall man with a dirty smile.
Jenny walked over to him and pulled her tits out. She swung and slung them out, letting the big nipples pop and smoke at him.
"This is what I got and I want to do a little merchandising with these, if you think I'll have me some buyers."
The man gulped, looking over the magnificently sculptured tit set.
"You'll have all of the business you can handle with those tits."
"Well, that's the way that I want it."
"You come to the right place then. This is the best saloon in this town. Business is always hot around here. All of the time."
A large woman came down the stairs, swaggering and domineering. She had large breasts jutting out of her dress, the revealed massive rolls of the top flesh of the boobs bouncing and rolling with every move that she took. She was a fantastic looker, and the young Jenny was impressed by her. If this was a whore, then it was not so bad a life. Obviously a successful Madame.
"I'm Lil. Diamond Lil, they call me. I run this here place. What do you want?"
Jenny cupped her tits in her hands, pumping the big nipples in and out of her clenched fists, straddling the tips of her breasts. She hooked the fingers of her hand upon her tits and then she jiggled them, watching the keen delight on the face of the woman.
"You do have something there, gal."
"I know I do. Something that should be worth money in a place like this."
"You ain't got the only set of boobies in the world, my dear."
"But I have one of the best set."
With a display of crudeness that made Jenny gasp, and yet that excited her vastly, the woman took her own set of breasts out of her gown, rolling and slithering them out of the top, scooping the drooping masses of flesh that tried to squeeze through her hands and run away like rippling liquid.
"I have a big pair of tits too. Not as young as yours, but still pretty firm."
Jenny looked at Diamond Lil. Lil was taunting and teasing her the way a woman teased an attractive man. Suddenly, Jenny knew what Lil wanted. It was wild, something she had heard about but never known to be true. This woman was a Lesbian, just like some of the girls that Jenny had made love with, only she was interested not through a lack of a man, but because she liked the flesh of women, perhaps best.
Jenny felt a tingle of growing excitement, and a soft, deliciously warm feeling between her legs.
Diamond Lil reached out and let the tips of her fingers barely stroke against the peaks of Jenny's nipples. Jenny's breasts shivered and trembled, and the feeling of goosebumps ran through her body. It was terribly exciting, and very tempting. Suddenly she knew that she wanted some more of this experience, which was so different.
She reached out and thrust her fingers boldly into the breasts of the Madam. They moved and reacted under the sinking of her fingers deep into the white softness. Jenny swirled her hands over the breasts, stroking and forming them, shaping and molding them into long, high peaked cones.
The Madame bent her head and bit the soft flesh of her own breasts, wicked eyes boring into Jenny's with mischievous delight, as she played with herself, letting a trickle of saliva drip down onto her breasts.
"You've got wicked hands, Lil said, letting her own hands wander over Jenny's breasts, to sculpt and caress the undersides of the proud globes.
"So have you."
"Ah. But I have the rights in this place, since I happen to be the Madame. I'm afraid I must punish you for this."
Jenny stared at her hostilely. "What do you mean, punish me."
"A place like this depends on discipline. If you want to work here, I'm afraid I'll have to spank you. But don't worry, after I finish, I'll kiss you and make it all better."
"That don't sound too bad."
Jenny was led up the stairs. The Madam mushed and mashed her ass and tits. She groped and fondled every inch of the breasts, spinning and snapping them in and out of her ever changing grip.
Jenny let her undisciplined hands reach out and take hold of the tits of the woman. She played with them, pulled and pinched. The Madame pulled up the back of Jenny's dress and began to spank her bobbing bottom cheeks. She let stinging slaps resound on the pert bottom, making the new girl jump and yelp.
Some of the whores came out to see what was going on. They smirked and smiled, openly excited and hungry at the sight of Jenny.
"You'll like it here," said one, with great drooling strands of come leaking from her gash. There was some sort of object embedded in her vagina.
Jenny was stripped naked in the luxurious quarters of Lil. She marveled at the grand bed, with the golden frame and the triple mattress.
"That is some bed you have there."
"And it's seen one hell of a lot of service. Get up and jump on it, belly down, dear."
Lil gave Jenny a slap on the rump that made it bounce and quiver. Jenny sprang forward and threw herself down on the bed. She quivered and shook, anticipating the fun.
Lil grimaced, her face breaking into a pained, sad expression.
"My Lord, child, who did that to you?"
Lil ran her hands over the whip scars on Jenny's back and ass, cursing under her breath.
"Some rotten bastard of a man must have been real mean to you honey."
"That's life. Don't let it bother you none. Give me my whupping."
Lil picked up a small whip of several short cords of heavy twine. She snapped it against the buttocks.
Jenny's bottom stung and twitched. The strands hit out and spread as a fan upon her buttocks, clinging to them and biting, not in an entirely unpleasant way.
"That ain't too bad."
The whip came down again, spreading out he': skin, clinging to the buttocks. Up and down it fell, dancing upon the cheeks that it stung so pleasantly. That sort of thing could become quite pleasant, and Jenny soon experienced a warmth between her legs that was aided by the skilled hands of Lil.
Lil put her mouth to the hot orifice, drinking in the fragrance as her tongue probed up into it, along the spacious chamber. She fluttered her lips upon the petals of the pussy flower, ravenously hungry for the girl's body.
Lil spread out Jenny upon the bed and ate every inch of her body. She sucked and licked and chewed, biting into tender areas and rummaging in all of the hairy parts with her mouth. She nuzzled skillfully, making all of the sensitive sex spots respond with itch and fire.
She ate and sucked all of the body of the new girl, for hour upon hour. Her hands continued to rain stinging smacks upon the saucy seat, and this seemed to make the newcomer go wild with desire, matching that of Lil.
Jenny sucked at Lil, drinking at her and chewing her flesh. She spread wide open the cunt with both hands and ate her until the creaming cunt was emptied out of all its juices.
Jenny went at her again and again, knowing she was in tight and well set up. She would whore in this place until her enemy showed up with the Commancheros. Then she would wipe him out once and for all. Perhaps she would be lucky enough to get him alone and finish him off slow.
CHAPTER SIX
The stagecoach robbery had been a messy one. The driver, shotgun guard, and two of the passengers were dead. Now that left the three women passengers. No witnesses, no bother.
First came the raping. They were run around in circles within the clearing where the robbery had occurred, one tripping over the body of the dead driver as her gown was ripped away by eager hands. Her screams of horror as she tried to twitch and jerk away from the contact with the dead man filled Virgil Gams with delight. It was going to turn out to be one hell of a fun day.
The three women were roughly thrown over the horses of three of the gang, stark naked.
Hands fondled and groped their flesh all of the long ride out into the desert that did not stop until they came to a water hole which was the first layover of the Commancheros.
"All right," Brady informed his men. "Let's get it over with. We finish here and we leave these ladies behind."
He grabbed the youngest of them, a frail blond girl, by the hips, and pulled her into his embrace. One hand dived between her legs to fondle her snatch, the other grasped and squeezed her buttocks. The girl struggled and kicked, but her body was trapped within the embrace of the evil outlaw. He dug his hand into her neck, sinking his claws through her skin. Then he ripped her from her neck down to her waist, just slicing her raw and bloody.
He threw her down on her back and spread her legs wide, two of his boys trapping her legs and holding her while their boss took his full pleasure, rutting and heaving away until he had accomplished his purpose. "This one was a virgin," he grunted.
He rolled his body off her, giving her a back hand in the mouth first that split her lip. He looked down with satisfaction at his diminishing organ.
Gams was grunting and heaving, his fat belly rolling in greasy waves, over the body of a brunette of about thirty with large breasts and an abundance of flesh. His fists rose and fell, one blow cracking the nose as Gams approached his climax.
The third woman, a young blond, short and plump, of about twenty-six or twenty-eight, was getting it from two of his men at both ends. One rammed his cock deep into the quim of the standing up girl, grinding and weaving it deep into her hole, while his partner battered his overlarge thing deep into the rear of the woman, channeling out a path in her asshole.
The raping went on for some time, hour after hour, brutal and heartless. The women were beaten, stomped, and whipped.
Gams used his ropes upon the bottoms of the women in between the bouts of fucking, slashing red scars into the jiggling flesh. He burned his cigar into the center of their cans, branding the warm and wet flesh that his whip had assaulted.
After some time of the raping, the men could no longer raise an erection between them. They pawed at the broken, huddled bodies, hitting and kicking them as if it was the fault of the Whip Of Vengeance victims.
"How much longer we gonna stay here," one of them asked, anticipating a return of his vigor during the night.
Brady looked at the sun. He wanted to move on before night fell.
"One more hour boys, so let's finish this off."
A few of them grunted their displeasure, wanting a few more cracks at the women. But others, particularly Gams, were delighted at this chance to finish off the prizes.
Gams started in. He began with cactus. Shaking off a stump arm of cactus, making sure the needles did not pierce his glove, he smashed it into the upturned bottom of one of the girls. Blood spurted from the holes in her ass. She leapt to her feet, but Games trapped her and gave her the cactus again, in her belly. She squirmed and heaved, trying to break free of his grip. He smashed the cactus into her breasts, her ass, her thighs. He punctured her sweat sheened flesh, coating her body with blood.
Some of the others held the two remaining girls, letting them have good looks at the things that were happening to Virgil's victim.
"What else can you do with that cactus?" Brady asked, aroused by the display of ferocious brutality.
"I'll show you."
Virgil felt fine, being the center of attention and showing off what he could do. He had some ideas about what he could do with the cactus. He tore off a fresh clump, and then he turned the girl upside down, giving her to two of the others to position properly. They stretched her wide open, the raw and abused cunt cave gaping wide, a vast crater awaiting his pleasure. Gams shoved his hand into the hole, opening her up further. The woman screamed in terror, guessing his intent. Virgil bunched and crumpled the cactus, a few of the needles shallowly piercing his glove to his hand beneath. But he ignored this sting as he set himself for it.
Then the cactus was inside the cunt of the woman, shoving deep into her vagina. He rammed and smashed it into her, breaking it up and crumpling it as he mashed it in and pounded it through the resistant ring that was the mouth of her cunt. He forced it all in, the dozens of needles piercing the walls of the vagina, embedding and breaking off in the skin of the inner cunt, the meat of the cactus clump grinding and jamming further in as more of it was forced into her. Virgil used a stick to ram all of the cactus into her, forcing it deep and taking pleasure in her unearthly shrieks of horror and pain.
Blood ran in a thick stream out of the ravaged cunt. Stuffed with the cactus clump, the vagina quivered and twitched in a series of breaking spasms and convulsions that ran through the girl's body, sending the men holding her flying away with the violence of her reactions.
She staggered to her feet, clawing at herself. One of the outlaws put a bullet through the cheeks of her ass, splitting a shallow trench along the jutting buttock curves. He shot her in the shoulders and the knees. She fell down, screaming and kicking.
Another outlaw, dragged the small blonde girl over to where his horse was tethered. He ran his lasso around the breasts of the girl while some of his friends lashed her with whips and ropes. Her flesh tore and tattered, blood oozed from interwoven cuts and slashes. She whimpered and wept, her body being torn up by the whips.
"Give her a good ride, Slim."
Slim catapulted into his saddle. He put his heels to his horse's flanks and off he went. His horse ripped taut the rope around the breasts of the girl, gouging the noose deep into the rupturing, tearing flesh.
She screamed and lunged forward wildly, trying to keep on her feet. Her feet were torn and scraped skinless raw as her body ran behind the galloping horse. Blood spattered her feet, and her footprints in the sand and on the rock were bloody.
With a cry of despair her feet went flying out from under her. She landed heavily and the blood smeared rope around her breasts ripped deep into her, the taut rope snapping out and dragging her along behind the stallion.
"Give her a good ride, Slim."
Slim dragged the woman along behind him. The breasts ran through the sand and over sharp rocks, the skin splitting and flaying away, leaving blood spattered and torn flesh. Her belly, thighs, hips, legs, her face and her arms; all of her body was skinned and butchered by the dragging. She tore her hands raw trying to tear away from the rope that was dragging her along while severing her breasts.
The outlaw galloped up to a huge anthill. He turned his horse around, snapping the rope like a whip to spin the bouncing, rolling girl into the anthill. Her body smashed into it with cruel force.
She lay there on top of it, her breasts half torn off, elongated and dislocated. They were lengthened and distorted beyond recognition. She whimpered and heaved, trying to drag her broken body. Ribs had been broken, and her skin was half gone.
She lay on top of the anthill, broken and helpless. She was suddenly aware of things gnawing and swarming at her. Ants were swarming onto her body, biting and eating at her. They ran over her bloody legs, her whipped and flayed breasts. They ate at her nipples, her inner vagina, her hands and feet, her armpits. Dozens of stings becoming hundreds of stings.
She rolled over, her hands flapping and hitting in futile weak efforts. She implored her torturer with clawing hands. He came close to her and drove the hoofs of his horse into her body, shattering her collarbone and driving her back. The ants swarmed over her.
"That looks like one hell of a lot of fun boys," Brady said. "We'll give this last little lady some of the same treatment."
The second girl caught a bullet in her ass to help finish her off. Now she lay in pathetic helplessness, screaming and screaming while ants swarmed on her. They dug into the wounds, they ate at every part of her, realizing that they had helpless meat at their mercy.
The third and last of the victims was dragged under a tree. Her arms and legs were bound behind her back.
There was another anthill nearby. Her arms and legs were tied behind her. The tied-together cords were thrown over a low branch, and she was dragged up into the air, her body swinging and swaying over the anthill. Now small sticks were thrust into the anthill and rammed, wedged against her body. She hung down over the anthill, the path of the ants leading to her flesh.
"This should do for a start. Now for some sweetener."
One of the outlaws had a sweet tooth. He carried honey around with him in a glass jar, eating it usually in one big feast just before it began to spoil.
"I'm agonna need that honey of youm, Dave."
Dave scratched at his beard, eyes slitted and sad. He hated to lose his honey.
"You sure you ain't got nothin' else you can use, boss."
Brady shrugged his shoulders. He flashed his dirty smile. "Old Navajo wouldn't be takin' your sweets if'n he had a choice, bub. I'm gonna need it."
"Sure, that's fine."
They took the honey and spread it over the flesh of the naked beauty. They smeared it heavily inside her vagina and along the vulva lips. They smeared the tips of her breasts, her armpits, and the cheeks of her ass.
"That should do. We won't need the rest of it. Take it, Dave."
Dave was grateful for this small mercy. He gobbled down his honey like a child with sweets while the torture of the girl went on with hideous cruelty. Her body was now being probed by the ants. She looked down with horror at the swarming multitudes, aroused by the nearness of the honey.
"NO, no, not this. You can't do this--you can't, it ain't human."
"We never have been accused of being humans, lady."
Sticks prodded and poked, stabbed in and out of her exposed cunt and asshole. A whip began to cut up her back, slicing long weals all across the breadth of her back.
Suspended, her weight dragging down on the rope, arms and legs strained at the sockets, boiling in the hot sun, the woman lashed and bucked, trying to break away the sticks leading from her body to the anthill, over which the small insects were swarming in vast numbers to get at her.
She was soon covered with ants. The small red ants ate away the honey coating the lips of her cunt and all along the inside of the vagina, they feasted at her nipples and armpits and the humps of her ass. They bit and gnawed down into the skin underneath, and the hundreds of them feasted upon her flesh, eating away the sensitive parts.
"Won't be nothing left of this bitch except her bones before very long," Slim said. He looked across the stretch of desert he had ridden to where the body of his victim was being finished off by the ants.
Buzzards circled in the sun. The coyotes were gathering in the distance, keeping well clear of the enemy, man.
"We gonna finish her?"
Navajo spat in disgust. "You're gettin' soft, you durn fool. Since when have we ever been soft to anyone?"
"Yeah, guess you're right."
"Them buzzards will do the finishing for us. We'll leave now, she won't last much longer anyways."
They left the victims there, screams following them for a long time. Someday, perhaps not for weeks, a man or a group of men would come through that place. They would find the last three survivors of the stagecoach, or rather they would find the bones. They would wonder what had happened to them. They would not believe that white men had done it, they would blame the Indians. Maybe some innocent bucks would die for the crimes the Commancheros had committed. Unless, of course, the three bodies were connected to the stagecoach robbery.
It did not matter in the long run to any of them. They had murdered and looted for so long that it was all they lived for. Outsiders did not know the half of the jobs they pulled. The more vicious excesses they kept among themselves as knowledge, only letting slip the less bloody of their deeds. They had skinned one of the boys for having a careless tongue in relating a massacre.
It did not do to let the full account of their outrages circulate.
The jobs without survivors were jobs kept under the hat, jobs that could not be attributed to them. They were wanted for many things, but the way Navajo ran the outfit, this would not be one of the atrocities that they would be known guilty of committing. "Where to now boss?" Keno asked.
Navajo Tom turned in his saddle and looked off at the distant hills.
"We got enuff for this here trip. So let's be getting back to Gold Lode, amigos. We got a lot of funnin' to git done afore we takes off agin."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jenny was dancing on the stage. An old man in a high hat was at the piano. Jenny kicked up her legs high when she went into her spins and bumps. The thing of it was, she had no tights on under her dress. She was showing off her snatch every time she kicked high enough, and the crowd was yelling for more of it.
This was one of the specialties of the house, and it was always the new girl who drew the biggest applause when she lashed out with her high kicks.
Jenny was almost unrecognizable. Her mouth was painted to a grotesque red, and her hair was piled on her head, recut and hidden under a mass of feathers. She was now a different woman, and the bastard she was hoping to run into would probably fail to recognize her.
Jenny finished her dance, letting the hands of one of the customers touch and smooth her skin. She gave him the flash of her ass as she turned around, and let his wandering hands pinch and prod the big cheeks.
Jenny left the stage and mixed with the crowd. A big cowboy drew her close, dropped a hand down the front of her dress to feel her tits, put his other hand up the bottom of her dress to play with her ass. She led him off to the bar and got him to buy some drinks. The barkeep gave her colored tea which she drank, and she let him continue to play with her tits. He took them out of the dress and bounced them off the palms of his hands, trying to reshape them into new patterns and shapes. He was having a hell of a lot of fun, and he looked forward to a real time upstairs with this beauty.
Jenny led him upstairs after a time. She peeled off her dress as soon as she got him into the room, set him down on the bed, and began to wash his parts clean. She reamed and squeezed his cock and balls while soaping and washing them. This excited him so much that he almost shot off while she was doing this to him.
"Easy boy, simmer down."
"Honey, you got me so wild, I don't know what I'm doing."
"Well, I know what I'm doin'. Why don't you just lie back and relax. I'll do all the work, baby."
He did just that. Jenny sighed as she took his cock into her mouth, and drank down the hot fluid. She was not having all of the fun she had expected to have. Not when the men came one after another, man after man. It was like work when there were so many of them. And she could hardly remember one after he had gone and been replaced by the next.
After his fucking was over the cowhand departed, leaving his money on the dresser. Jenny pocketed it, and poured herself a real drink. It had been several days since she had started work. NO, it was closer to two weeks. How quickly the time went slipping by, working in this place. She wondered when she would achieve her goals.
Suddenly, she saw thru the window a face she recognized, the face she had been looking for. He was among a group of scruffy, evil faced men, jackals like himself, scavengers and sweepings.
It was Virgil Gams, no mistake about that. It was the one face she could never forget, even in her dreams.
Cautiously, she crept out of the door and looked down into the interior, at the front door. They came swaggering in, whooping and singing, chasing away the other drinkers, elbowing a large space clear of all others. It was a wild, scummy bunch, and could only be the Commancheros.
"Where's Wes and Sid?" shouted one of them, pounding on the bar. "Where's the four boys we left in this flea hole?"
Lil came walking in her aristocratic whore's walk down the stairs, smiling and gracious.
"Them boys of yours ain't been in this town for almost three weeks, Tom."
"Three weeks. What kind of shit is this. I left them here and told them to sit tight."
Lil shrugged, her face still beaming. Jenny saw how all of the others, customers and whores, even hard-case killers, gave the Commancheros plenty of room. Jenny huddled tight to the wall, fearful that Virgil might glance up, see her and recognize her. She had to stay out of his way until she was ready to make her play.
"Shit, those boys were left in this town, and they gotta be here."
Lil was becoming angry. "What the hell would I know about that?"
Virgil huffed, pouring himself a drink. "Them four spent half of their time here, with your gals on their knees serving them with their mouths."
Navajo looked at Gams hard. "I'm the one doin't the talking, Virgil. Don't you keep interrupting me like that."
Lil saw how his mood was going dark, and she spoke now in a calm and placating tone to him, anxious to keep him calm and reasonable.
"Those boys are all gone. They rode out of town on Thursday, more than two weeks ago. They headed West and they ain't been seen since."
"Their horses have been seen. Their horses showed up at Black Spring."
"So there."
"Just the horses. Saddled and winded. Just the horses and none of the four men."
"Then something happened to them."
Navajo growled and pounded his hand on the bar.
"Yeah--something happened to them all right. And it happened 'tween this here shitpile of a town and that crotch hole of a town. They rode outa here and didn't come back. How come nobody went lookin' for them. They leave their gear behind, don't come back, and nobody gives a shit about them."
There was a lot of anxiety in that room, the gambling stopped, the stage dance stopped, the piano stopped, all silence now except for the voice of the angry outlaw.
"They're my men, so who gives a fuck. Nobody. They leave this town and don't come back and nobody gives a shit bout it. Just forget it. They're drygulched by bounty hunters most likely. Or somebody kilt them. But they don't come back, so forget it. Well, we're gonna take a look out there, and see what happened to them. If the horses were left to run free, that means the bodies are still out there somewhere. Nobody would have four spare cayuses for four bodies and turn loose the mounts those men were riding. So they're out there."
"So find them."
"I will. And when I do, there is gonna be hell to pay. I'm gonna find out who killed them, and when I do, they're gonna die--nice and slow."
"Well, go do it."
"I'm not through with this here town, either. This town let it happen, cause it didn't care. Well, this town owes me for that."
"But Tom, this here town has always been good to you. Where else would you go."
Navajo gave Lil a punch in the mouth that battered her front teeth almost out of her gums. She staggered away, blood pouring out of her mouth.
"This town will pay. I don't need it. Hell, I got half a mind to loot it for this. Somebody will pay for my four men, so all of you scum better stay well clear of me."
He turned to his men, knocking the glass out of the hand of one who was ignoring the heated exchange and getting very drunk.
"No drinking. Not until we get this settled. I want all of you fools alert and ready to move. I won't allow no drunk till we find them bodies. I'm going out to look for them. I'll take seven of the boys with me. You, Gams, you stay here with three others. And keep your eyes open. If I ain't back by noon tomorrow, I want you to follow after us. Now, let's go."
The men were grumbling and restless, not eager to go trailing off, they knew not where, after just getting into town. But still, if something had happened to their buddies, they had to know about it. The unknown enemy was the one to be feared the most.
The men left behind lingered at the bar, drinking away.
Jenny watched them for a while, eager to get at them. She could get them all, without too much trouble.
Suddenly there was a hand on her shoulder. She spun around. It was Lois, one of her friends. She looked at the girl sympathetically, knowing that Lois was frightened of the wild ones like the Commancheros, and expected that this was also troubling Jenny.
"What's the matter honey," Lois asked. "You afraid of those scum. Well, you got cause to be--them is some of the meanest bastards that ain't been planted in boot hill where they belong."
"They'll make it yet."
"I try to keep clear of them myself. Miss Lil don't make a girl mess with garbage like that if she really doesn't want to. They are awful dirty bastards, and I keep away from them when they hit town."
Jenny went back to Lois' room with her, letting Lois feel up her tits and ass... Lois had a taste for girlflesh, the same as Miss Lil. She had gone crazy for Jenny after her first look at her. So had Virgie, and the three of them often locked into the game that Lil had showed her, sixty-nine. It was Jenny's favorite of all the many games she played with the girls.
Lil came into the room, interrupting them. There was anger and petulance on her face, and Jenny knew that it had something to do with the arrival of the Commancheros and their threats.
"Okay, Lois, why don't you and Virgie go downstairs and rustle up some business?"
"Now?"
"Yeah, right. I got me some words I gotta say to Jenny, and we got to talk alone about it."
The two girls dressed and went downstairs to ply their wares. After they had gone, Lil locked the door and made certain there was nobody out in the hall that could hear anything they said.
"Alright, I'll lay it out straight, Jenny. I found them guns of yours when I ran through your belongings. I know it ain't right, doing that, but its part of my policy. Some of the girls I've had here have used Laudanum, or even opium. I can't allow that kind of thing, so I watch for it careful. That's how I found all them guns of yours. I didn't put two and two together until just now. I didn't connect you to them boys all disappearing, to tell the truth, I never even thought about them trash. But now, I gotta think about it, cause I reckon you're the one that done it."
"Sure, I done it. Good riddance."
"That's right. But I gotta survive in this town, and those bastards sit mighty high. This is an outlaw town, where men with a price on their heads feel safe. I don't know what you got against those bastards, although I can guess from the marks on your back and the way you was lurking upstairs while that skunk was talking to me, trying to stay out of sight and still hear every word that was said."
"You don't miss very much."
"Can't afford to, in this business. But anyways, you gotta go. I don't care if you kill every one of them, but if you try and work out of my place and they find out, you'll get me and all of my girls killed."
"I don't want that, so I'm leavin'."
"Good. You know I won't say anything bout this to anyone. It's our little secret. Good luck with your hunting."
"Thanks. I'll be gone within one hour." After she left, Jenny dressed and prepared to take her leave. She would shoot it out with the four of them that night.
Suddenly, the door opened. It was Virgie and Lois.
"I'm gonna be leavin', girls."
"We know," Lois said. "If Madame wants to talk in this room, she should check the peepholes in the wall."
Jenny broke up laughing. "I guess you heard some surprising things."
"We heard every damn word. We wanta help you. Tell us all bout it, we want to help somehow."
Jenny told them all of the gruesome details, every part of it. They were sick listening to the horrors she described.
"Shit, I would have gone crazy if they did that to me," Lois said with tears in her eyes.
"Maybe I did go crazy," Jenny replied. "I killed four hombres I never even seen afore. I just shot them down like so many tin cans."
"You done right, they deserved it. You shoulda kilt them slow."
Virgie nodded, her eyes dark. "They kilt my two brothers, polecats like these. That's how come I would up bein' a working gal. And they raped me too. I bet these bastards done a lot of things that never has been laid to them. Things like what that Gams done to you."
"I'm gonna get them all tonight, all of them."
"Do you want us to get them out in the street for you?"
Jenny thought about it. "Yeah, I don't want to ventilate those bastards in here. I owe that to Lil."
"Well, I know how to do it," Lois said. "You just wait for them outside the Red Ace. They'll be along at midnight. All four of them."
Jenny took the girls in her arms and sucked on their tits. She pulled their boobs out and played with them, bouncing them up and down, letting the flesh run through her hands.
"Let's have some fun," she said, "before I get those bums. We'll suck some cunt."
They drank whiskey off each other's skin. She ate out their hairy twats, sticking her tongue in as far as it would go and running it along the tight and moist orifices. She whipped her tongue into the vulva, laid it upon the clits and wet them down, making them tingle and itch. She shoved in and out, both front and back. Her fingers lunged in and out of assholes.
They grabbed at her, pulling her ass apart and eating all of the run along the insides of her buttocks, from the cunt back to the asshole. They kept at her for a long time, more thrilled by it with every passing second.
They sucked away, one at the cunt and one at the ass, then exchanging places. They licked and sucked, and all of the thrill of it ran through her so that she forgot the problem she had coming up later in the night.
She put them into the position of sixty-nine, one girl attached to the cunt of another, eating and lapping with the greatest of relish, just lapping away without a letup. They spent a few pleasant hours that way.
"Shit," Lois said, "it's getting close to the time for me to do my cunt dance."
"I gotta get out of here, the back way," Jenny said. "I'll be waiting like you said, and I'll be ready for them."
Jenny went back to her room, locked the door, and opened her saddlebags. She took out her shirt, pants, and the poncho. She dressed herself and put on her guns. The poncho effectively hid her guns, and with the hat covering her hair piled on top, she could pass for a man in the dark--from a distance.
Jenny pulled out both guns and stood in front of the mirror, satisfying herself that the guns were hid by the poncho, even when they were in her hands.
"In the dark, they won't know until it's too damn late for them."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Virgie inched up to Mace, one of the Commanchero bunch left behind with Gams. She leaned close to him and whispered in his ear.
"You willing to pay to get one of the boys who killed your four men?"
He gripped her by the neck. "What do you know bout this, Virgie?"
"I see a fella with that lucky half eagle of Frank's. You know, the one with the three small holes in it. The one he always carried and said brought him good luck. Well, this big fella with red hair and a scar under his lips had it. A big fella with a Montana hat and an Appaloosa horse. He had it, and you can bet that Frank didn't up and give it to him. I know where this guy is right now. Will you reward me for tellin'?"
"Sure, sure. Now, where the hell is he."
"In the Red Ace. He's there right now, drinking at the bar. I checked, he's all alone. If'n you get him and make him talk about it, you'll be set in good with your boss. What do I get?" Virgie was led to Virgil Gams, and she repeated the story to him. Gams was more skeptical as he hated and distrusted all women, starting with his mother who had the habit of throwing her hated children into the air and letting them fall to the ground. That had led to some broken bones, the crippling of one brother, and the death of the mother at the hands of her brood. Virgil had used the knife on her himself.
"You wouldn't be lyin', would'ja, gal?"
"What for?"
"I don't know--maybe this fella is payin' you fifty bucks to set us up--or somethin' like that."
Lois saw that Virgie was having her problems. She came over and backed up her friend's story.
"I still don't like it," Virgil insisted.
"You scared to go after this here fella," Lois insinuated, putting some scorn into her voice. "If a fella shoots down some of your buddies, you gotta go after him. What will your boss say when he hears you let this bum get away from you?"
"Hell, she's right," insisted one of the others. "We gotta go after him right now. We're takin' orders from you while the boss is out of town, but if you don't lead, we'll go after the bum ourselves, and then see that Tom settles your hash."
"I ain't scared--I'm just suspicious is all. Okay, we'll go. But you two will come along and point him out to us, and you better be right bout all this, or I'll skin the hides off of both of you."
The six of them left the saloon and walked out into the street. The four men were ready for trouble, guns smooth and checked in the holsters for a quick draw.
"One man won't give us any trouble," Virgil said, "But just don't get careless."
They came out into the middle of the street in front of the Red Ace. It was full of noise and a lot of wild play with whores was going on.
"Let's go in. Just play it loose and follow my lead," Virgil insisted. He began to swagger, hot for the action. It was good to be leading men once more, he had not realized how much he missed it. Good to be the leader and to have the bastards following him. He would leave this bunch soon enough and become the boss of his own band once again. Perhaps he would take off soon, with some of Navajo's own boys. That would show the bastard to keep down talking a man like Virgil Gams.
Jenny was leaning against the post in front of the Red Ace, drinking out of a bottle, hat pulled down over her face, the other hand under the poncho holding the .44. Without making a sudden move she dropped the empty bottle, staggering a bit for the benefit of the outlaws, making an impression on them of a drunken saddle bum who had finished off a full bottle. Actually Jenny had drunk one finger's worth of whiskey from a nearly empty bottle, just enough to fire up her nerves.
She scratched herself over the poncho and then reached under it, getting her hand on the butt of the .45. She half lifted it free of the holster, pulling back the hammer and ready to use it in a split second.
"Hey, Virgil," she called out. "Do you re-member me?"
She lifted her face up and looked him square in the eye. He stared back at her, suddenly realizing that it was a woman's face, and then knowing who the woman was.
"You--you're that one. That time... "
"Yeah, Gams. I'm the one, you shit eating piece of dirt. I'm the one."
She shot the man next to him through the heart with the .45 even as she lifted the .45. She shot the other man right in the guts with the .44, then gave them each another blast with the two guns, pumping three more shots out. Gams froze, standing there facing two guns, his hands pawing at his own, shocked and trapped, knowing that it was too late to draw, awed by such shooting--and from a stupid, useless woman.
"You're fucked Virgil."
"Wh-what you aimin' to do?"
The street filled up. She swung the guns around to cover any interference. There was none about to be offered to her. Who would give a shit for Virgil Gams except another Gams, and they had all been planted.
"Well, Virgil," his captor gloated. "Wonders never cease, do they. Here I am, a gunhawk, and you're all mine. Son of a bitch."
"What are you gonna do with him?" Virgie asked. "What you planning?"
"I'm taking him out of town in a buckboard. I have my ideas. And you two had better come with me. You can't stay, not after half the town seeing you get involved in this. I thought you would stay in the background and keep clean of it, but now you're part of this, so you gotta run with me, afore them others get back here and take off after us."
"I hadn't counted on having to leave town," Lois said. "I guess I should have thought of that."
"Get your things and be ready to leave in ten minutes. Get a buckboard, and two spare mounts. We'll move fast and head for Mesa. We can get a train at Mesa and head straight for Denver. We'll be safe enough in Denver." Virgil was slowly inching for his gun. Jenny shot away his thumb.
"Next one will be your head, bastard."
"Arhhh, you shot my thumb off, damn you--arrrhhhh."
"That's heart breaking. Now drop your guns and get over here. Drop them careful, with two fingers. Left hand, shithead."
Ten minutes later they were all headed out of town in the direction of Mesa. They had a spare pair of horses along for the changing of the team. Jenny wanted to move fast, knowing that within one more day the main band of the outlaws would be back in town. The remains of the men she had killed would not be hard to find.
She kept going for ten miles, then pulled up in a clearing. She looked around, and decided that it was what she wanted.
"Drop me and my horse off here, and move out. I'll catch up to you in about two hours." Lois looked at Virgil Gams.
"Have fun with him, dear."
She gave Gams a kick in the balls. He fell off the buckboard, and rolled in the dirt, clutching his hurt groin and howling like a dog. Jenny's horse was untethered and left behind. The buckboard rolled off and disappeared around a bend in the road.
"Just you and me now," Jenny remarked. "What do you say about that, bastard."
"What you aimin' to do." Gams tugged at his bonds, but there was no give to them. His missing thumb almost crippled his right hand, depleting the strength in his arm.
Jenny walked over to him. She reared back and smashed her foot into his ribs. He screamed and tried to cower into a rolled up ball. She kicked him once more, and this time there was a loud cracking sound. His scream was louder, shriller, more full of agony. She kicked him in the face, cracking his nose. Another kick and another smashed into his face, knocking out some teeth. She stomped on him, cracking ribs, breaking his jaw, smashing his groin.
She kept it up until her legs began to tire, and his face was a mask of blood. She did not want to finish him too fast.
"Let's try something a little different, friend."
She splayed his heavy body out over a log and cut away all his clothes with a knife. She sawed it all the way, cutting him in several places.
"You remember how you skinned my sister?"
He tried to plead and protest, but blood issued from his gap toothed mouth and a piece of bone sticking out of his broken jaw. His sounds were gurgling mutterings.
"Sorry, I can't understand a word you're saying friend."
Jenny began to peel his skin. She shaved along his chest, flipping away tufts of hair. She sawed his hair away, peeling bleeding strips of skin as well. She then began to strip his skin off. He kicked and writhed, and the knife slipped and sliced away small pieces of flesh. She found it a difficult job to work on him, and she took a long time skinning his chest.
"Stop making it difficult for me."
She sliced away with one slash his right ear. To even things out she also removed his left ear.
"Let's work on your ass."
She rolled him over and tore off his spurs. His body tossed and writhed, head bathed in blood. She took one of the spurs and with one hammering blow, sank it deep into the fat, stinking mass of his right buttock. She ripped and tore the spur around, splitting open his buttock, opening it up as the points of the spur spun and rotated around, plowing a deep trench through his flesh.
She tore his ass apart with the spurs, cut down to the center of his tail, down into the crack between his buttocks, and cut the skin around his asshole open. With consummate cruelty she shoved both spurs slowly up his asshole, cutting the inside of his asshole open as the cutting objects penetrated into his body. "Just a little more, you bastard."
With one slice of the blade she cut away the objects he had used to rape her and Clara. With another slice she cut away the organ that he used to shoot his seed through.
"Just one thing more."
With messy clumsiness she scalped him, and stuffed the scalp followed by the things she had removed from him down his throat. By this time he was dead, eyes bulging out of his head. She closed the eyes by smashing them with a rock. Then she spilled the body into a small crevice, stuffed in some dry grass, and set fire to it. The blaze simmered and caught, and she waited until she was sure the body was burning before a fit of revulsion hit her and she went galloping off to join the others. She hoped that they could get away from the pack that would pursue her. She knew that they would be close behind, and she had to keep a good distance ahead until they hit that train. Only then would they be safe.
She caught up with her two friends in two hours, as she had told them. They did not ask her what she had done to Gams and she did not tell them. She would never tell about it, she decided.
Toward morning, the Commancheros came back to Gold Lode. They found three of their men dead in the undertaker's parlor and Gams carried away by two whores and a stranger in a poncho who seemed to be a woman. Beating on several townspeople brought this information out.
Fuming and crazy, Brady headed for Lil's place. He was going to rip her skin off. Two of her girls had helped to kill off his men, and he wanted to know the whole story.
Lil was upstairs, trying to work her nerve up for a bluff and wondering if it might not be better to disappear out the back. But they would burn her place to the ground, and how could she get away from them anyhow. No, she was trapped for sure.
The barkeep and the two bouncers tried to hold off Brady. Guns were drawn and the three men went down riddled in the arms and the legs.
"You're lucky to be alive," Brady roared. "I could kill the whole fucking bunch of you for what happened."
Lil came downstairs, pale and shaken. She was not her usual confident and brash self, that was damn certain.
"What is it, Brady. If you think I had anything to do with this, you're wrong."
"We'll see about that. Who was that bastard what kilt my men? Where did they all go and what are they gonna do with Gams?"
"I swear, I don't know nothin' bout it."
He reached out and tore away the front of her dress, spilling out the big tits. His hands slapped back and forth across them, ferociously. He slapped the big tits, making them bounce and spatter. Tears filled the eyes of the Madame, who tore from his clutches and tried to run for it. Two of the men caught her and stripped her naked.
The frightened whores were brought downstairs to be questioned along with Lil.
"Leave them alone," she begged. "They don't know nothin' at all bout this."
"We'll see soon enuff bout that."
Brady took one of the girls by her long red hair, winding it around his fist. His other hand hauled back and cracked her hard on the mouth. He stung her with flat handed slaps on the tits, fronthand and backhand. Red finger-shaped marks appeared on her skin.
"Someone better talk, cause I'm gettin' mad." He smashed his fist into the pit of her belly, and as she crumpled up, heaving and choking, he brought her back erect and smashed his fist square into her mouth, knocking out her teeth. "You better start to talk."
He turned his fury on Lil. He tore at her, smashing her tits. He crumpled up the flesh through his hands, scooping it in and then hammering it brutally. He brought her breast tips high, rolling them up, and then yanked them straight down, the boobs stretching out as he snapped them down with his strong hands. He snapped them up and pulled them down repeatedly, making it hurt her.
He took her by the hair and began to drag her across the floor. He dragged her along the bar, banging her body off it. He hammered her down and stomped on her hands, grinding her fingers under his boots.
"I'll make you talk," he swore.
He began to whip her. The first slash of the blacksnake whip hit her ass, cutting a groove running down into her cleavage line. He split the other ham with the next blow, then cut an X into her back. She rolled over, clawing at the burning laceration on her back. He lashed out unexpectedly and cut her on the breasts, the big tits which naturally mashed together in a melting of globe curve bounced and writhed. He cut into them again, and yet again hitting around Lil's shielding hands. He sliced her up, whipping the upper curves until the blood splashed off her in flying drops, spattering her face. He split one of the nipples and then the other, and as she writhed and heaved along the floor trying to get away he whipped both hips bloody and then criss-crossed a dozen intercutting bloody weals into her belly.
"You better talk, you scum."
He turned around and split open the mouth of one of the girls with the whip. He tore open the bodice of her gown, hitting her on the tits, until they were all hacked up and the tatters of torn dress were driven deep into the blood lines etched on her skin.
He whipped her on the cunt. He opened up her dress, drove hair and blood and bits of cloth up her passage, split her vulva lips open in several places and tore her crotch raw and bleeding.
He turned to Carol the best of the girls, young and innocent, full of vim and fire. He hit her on the tits, the ass, the belly. He tore her hips bloody and began to whip her face. He split open both cheeks, her chin, her forehead.
"I'm gonna whip her eyes out if you don't talk."
"Stop it," Lil begged, "I'll tell you all of it, you dirty bastard. Only leave her alone."
Lil could no longer hold out and see her girls mutilated and butchered. She told him everything. When she had finished, he whipped out his knife.
"You made a mistake you bitch. You should have told me about that slut afore I rode out of here."
He dug the knife into Lil's right breast. He cut it open from the top right down the middle, splitting it in half and cutting right through the nipple. Then he did the same for the other tit.
"Let's see if that old drunk this here town calls a doc can fix that up for you."
The gang shot the place to pieces and then they left in a blaze of gunfire.
"We got some hard riding to do boys, so let's make tracks."
CHAPTER NINE
The team of horses made good time. After they had been run until they were winded, they were switched for the spare horses that Jenny had thought to bring along with them.
"This was one hell of a good idea," Virgie said. "We don't have to slow up at all this way."
The used up mounts were let loose. They would find their way back to Gold Lode--or run free. Anyway, they had served their purpose.
Jenny and her friends ran on. It was a good morning, the sun was turning from red blood ball to golden light. Jenny opened the dress of Virgie arid scooped out her tits. She rambled and raunched them through her hands, biting and nibbling gently. She sucked the nipples with a heavy pressure, bearing down hard.
"Watch the road," she cautioned the grinning Lois. "I'll give you your dose when we switch off later and Virgie can drive."
"Think we'll make it?"
"Once we're on that train we got them beat. We'll out-distance them easy."
But she would not have been so certain if she had known what was happening in town. Or that the outlaws were not pursuing them directly, but were heading South for the station at Dry Forks, riding with three horses per man, willing to kill half of the mounts in order to catch them. It was an old Apache trick, riding a horse to death and then switching to a spare mount. It was a less gentle version of what the three girls had accomplished.
"Will we make it boss?" Mesa asked.
"If we was to follow them, we'd arrive too late. But that train has to go to Dry Forks first, and we got a chance to get it there. Then it makes a wide loop to hit the station where they're waiting. Of course, if we fail to get there on time, we miss them all together. We couldn't make it normally. But the way we're goin' we will. We can be on that train waiting for them. They headed the right way to avoid hitting us coming back, but they didn't figure we could go back this way and get to that train afore it got to them."
Indeed, they had not thought of it. It was the last thing they would think of. And the outlaws made the schedule, catching the train as it was about to take off.
The conductor was most reluctant to let them come aboard. The sight of some heavy iron changed his mind. The other passengers took one look and departed from their seats and the train altogether, deciding to wait for the next day's train instead, discretion being the only part of valor that was logical to the situation.
With the telegraph lines shot down, and the cautionary move of having the agent send a message advising that he was shutting down due to trouble with his key, there was no way of the next station being tipped about the outlaw takeover of the train. They would have full surprise going for them.
Indeed, there was full surprise all right. The three girls were waiting in the station, all packed and ready. There were few other passengers waiting for the train, and Jenny was looking forward to a quiet trip, although she kept on looking back over her shoulder at the trail winding into town.
"God, I hope nothing goes wrong, like a train delay of some kind. All we would need would be for those bastards to catch up to us here. We couldn't do a damn thing about it. I couldn't hold off all of them."
"That's for certain."
Suddenly there was the sound of the train coming. The hooting of the whistle off in the distance. Jenny smiled with relief.
"I was worried over nothing. Looks like we're gonna be out of here, free and clear in no time at all."
"After this," Virgie said, "I'm stickin' to the big city. Only Denver and Houston, places that are big and civilized and safe."
"Nothin' is safe in this world."
As the train pulled in, Jenny almost without thinking about it, looked the engineer over, just letting her mind casually wander over nothing in particular, taking in the details of the train for want of anything else to occupy her mind at the particular moment.
The driver was having a shitfit. He was sweating and shaking and almost in tears. "Look," Jenny said. "Is there any way that those animals could get to this train afore we did?"
"Not unless they could ride a horse twice as fast as he nat'rally tends to run," Virgie answered her. "What you worried bout?"
"Let's get far back from this here train till I'm sure it's safe. That engineer is ready to shit in his pants over something."
She stepped back into the station building, drawing the other two with her. Suddenly, a hand shot out of one of the windows of the train and blasted at them with a revolver.
"Hit the ground."
Jenny whipped out her .45 and put three shots fast through the window, one of them shattering the arm holding the offending weapon and another blowing out the brains of the owner of the arm.
"Damn that fool Hank," Navajo Tom shouted to his boys. "He give away the play before I was ready to move. They know we're here, so let them have it."
A dozen or so men blazed away at the three women crouched within the station close to the windows, scantily covered against flying lead.
"Hell we got no chance. That's all of them."
"Damn, can't either of you shoot?" Jenny asked.
"I'll try," Virgie replied.
She took one of the spare guns from Jenny's bag and blazed away with it. She did not even come close to hitting the train.
"Shit, you're worse than useless."
Lois tried as well. She was little better, and it was obvious to Jenny that neither of them would hit anything except with a miracle going for them.
Two men came boiling out of the train on the left flank and two on the right as the others laid down a covering fire.
Jenny fired through one of the far windows, hitting and dropping both right flankers with superb shooting plus a lot of luck going for her. But the left flankers got around behind her, surrounding her.
"That was better than I could have hoped for. We got some luck going with us after all."
"What about the two behind us?" Virgie asked. "How do we handle them?"
"How indeed?"
Now a crossfire had been set up. Others of the band were melting off the train from the far side, unseen. The flankers had worked in from behind, and the three were completely trapped. The bullets came in from all sides. Jenny returned the fire as best she could, sending shots out at all of the windows while managing to keep out of the way of a bullet herself.
"We really ain't got too much of a chance," she told the others. "But we gotta keep on trying."
Soon all of the outlaws had the place completely pinned off. The stationmaster lay over his desk, a stray bullet through the center of his head.
Bullets chipped the walls apart, sent the women scurrying from one corner to the other looking for a safe place, but not finding any part of the room that was free of whining bullets.
"Let's give up," Virgie begged. "Maybe they won't kill us."
"You're loco," Jenny told her. "They'll kill us all, nice and slow and mean."
"Damnit," Lois cursed. "There ain't one person helping us out."
"It's a tough world."
One more of the Commancheros became careless in his cover. Jenny put a shot through his lungs, and then another through his right eye.
He was dragged off by his comrades, still kicking.
"Damn," Mesa cured. "They got Larry now. You still want them alive?"
"I got one more reason now for wanting them that way. Hell, let's set fire to the place. We'll smoke those scum out of there."
The fire was set with lanterns hurtled through the windows. The place went up like dry straw. It was a blazing inferno before very long.
"Watch it, they'll be bolting out of there soon."
Under cover of all of the smoke two of his men made their way along the walls, getting past the windows facing the train without being spotted, crouching on both sides of the open doorway and waiting.
"Here goes," Jenny shouted. "Take off right behind me and keep low. The smoke and all of the shooting I'm gonna throw at them might give you a small chance. Don't stop, just keep on running while they're busy with me."
She came charging out throwing lead with two guns, two more in her belt, dodging and wheeling, trying to keep moving and shooting. The two men beside the door rose and smashed her down, crushing her to the ground and tearing the guns from her hands with skilled, economic action.
"Don't kill her men, I want her alive." Virgie and Lois were scooped up easily as they bolted. They were no problem at all.
"Damn bitches. Another four good men gone. I'll make them pay for these as well as all the others. They'll know the meaning of sorry afore I finish with them. I'll teach it to them in language that they won't never forget."
The dead men were carted off to one side and covered with a blanket. The three girls were stripped naked and dragged before Navajo. He regarded them with evil intent, ready to begin. The town had vanished, every man, woman, and child hidden and buried.
CHAPTER TEN
Tom Brady had never known such savage rage in all of his life. He looked down at the broken, shattered bodies of his men under the blankets and swore long and ferociously. Then he turned to the three women, two of them quaking with fear and the other returning his blazing stare with one of cold hatred.
"I don't know what you had against that shit Gams, and I don't care. But you kilt seven others of my men, plus him."
"Don't forget those four shits you left around that hole. You ain't seen them lately, have you." He slashed her with the whip, cracking it into her breasts. There was a shredding, scratchy sound as flesh parted under the cutting of the whip. Jenny screamed and her belly shook, her legs kicking out feebly.
"You done kilt all twelve then. Well, I got something special in mind for you. You don't qualify for no quick death. I'll do to you what I do to bad enemies, give it to you the slow way."
First he started in on the others. Poor Virgie went first. He began on her with the whip. His boys felt her up, pulling and tearing at her, while he ran the whip through his hands and calculated the force necessary to chop her up.
He hit her on the back with the whip. He cut it into her body, slaughtered her with a series of blows running from her neck to her waist. He cut up the skin, and laid them in one crossing over another, all connected by the running of blood down her back from one cut to another.
"Break her back," Mesa cried. "Tear off her tits."
Mesa grasped Jenny by the cunt and pulled her meat open and gaping. He forced her to look at the ripping away of the body of her friend.
Navajo cut Virgie's tits, shredding her nipples with crushing power. His men held her while he worked her over.
He sliced at her ankles, encircling her legs with the whip, the lash rolling up her calves as it encircled them, snapping tight and cutting deep, almost to the bone at times.
He whipped her back and forth on the knees, splitting the knee caps open, slicing into her flesh down to the bone. He worked on her legs, the whip coiling around her legs, cutting away at her, the lash leaving deep welts that tore her apart down to bone, shredding and lacerating flesh beyond repair.
Mesa fucked Jenny up the ass, holding her in a powerful grip and shoving his prick up the protesting hole as his hands pumped and kneaded her breasts, churning them black with the dark marks of his fury. He pounded away at her ass, shoving all of the way deep into her and ramming around until her body was fit to explode and her cries rivaled those of Virgie.
Virgie's hips were whipped. Her legs spasmed and jerked. The whip cut broad, heavy and deep lines into her flesh. It cut down to the bones, sending splashes of blood in all directions.
"Let's move on out of town with these ladies. We'll go back the way they came."
The three girls were bound and gagged and thrown into the buckboard wagon they had ridden into the town in. The outlaws of course had brought their horses along. There was a long ride in store for the girls. All through the ride their flesh was played with, kneaded, split open, torn, and pulped by the members of the gang.
They took turns in and out of the buckboard, one fucking Virgie in the mouth as one of his friends would be giving Lois a fuck in the ass.
Jenny got it from both ends. Two of them made a sandwich out of her. Her asshole opened up and split apart as a cock was wedged into it quite painfully. One of the others crammed his small but thick cock into her pussy. She was wedged tight between them, standing up in the bouncing buckboard. They drank whiskey, passing the bottle back and forth. They poured it over her and drank it off her skin as they fucked her. They lunged forward together, getting their timing right so as to make it as painful for her as possible.
They kept on fucking at her until she was limp and fell unconscious to the wagon. Others took their place.
The outlaws did not stop until they had reached the place where the girls had dropped off Jenny with her prey.
"Well, this is where Gams cashed in his chips."
That was more than obvious. Gams clothes were lying in scattered rags all around.
"Shit, twelve of my men all killed by this here bitch. I got eight men left. I lost more than I got left to this here bitch."
Brady paced up and down, wondering what he could do to them that would be bad enough to pay them back for all of the lives it had cost him.
"Slim," he said. "I want you and Ted to ride into town. You better take Ralph too. I want the three of you to go to the doc's and find something there we can use. Something that burns the skin, maybe some kind of acid. If he ain't got that, go to the drugstore. Hell, get some lye, that will do. And get some barbed wire. Bring some red pepper and salt... Let's see--how about some tar. Yeah, some of that. And get one of those special knives of the docs, one of those scalpels."
He watched his men ride off. With those tools he could make each minute a lifetime in hell for the three whores. But while he was waiting, there were things he could do to them with the ingredients at hand. Whips, ropes, knives, guns, the sand and the cactus.
"Hang that killing bitch by her tits."
Jenny was dragged over to a tree. A hand rammed up her cunt knotted into a fist, wrenched out curling up her vulva lips and leaving her pussy open to a greater degree than it had been before the hand had done its work.
A whip hit her on the ass, cut a diagonal lash mark into her rump. Another blow hit her on the spine, sending lines of pain shocking through her body down to her feet. She staggered, but was caught by the hair and tits and dragged forward. A double noose was thrown over her tits. She kicked and struggled against it. There was the dragging at her body, and then the pulling became a horrible grinding, ripping as her feet went out from under her and her body was thrown down against the weight of her breasts as she was hung up by her tits, feet pumping and lashing at the air in futile struggle.
"Haul her all of the way up."
A fire was started and irons heated in it. One of the men gathered up clumps of cactus. "Let's use this on that bitch, Lois."
Lois was dragged over to a tree. Cactus plants were tied to the trunk of the tree, almost touching her body. One of the men took a stand behind her, swinging a clump of cactus in his hand.
"Watch this one, boys."
He swung the clump into Lois' buttocks. It sank into her flesh, the needles piercing deep into the tortured flesh. He yanked it loose and struck her again on the same spot. Lois quivered and shook, every muscle in her body protesting and kicking as if she wanted to throw herself forward, away from the torture. But the cactus plants were in front of her, and as she edged forward on her toes, her body just barely grazed the plants, stabbing needles bleeding her belly and breasts.
She pushed back, but the torturer swung at her inviting rump once again, sinking the needles deep into the cushion of her ass which was now coated thickly with blood.
"Give her another jolt."
Lois was stabbed in the back, needles bursting deep into her flesh. Now a whip also struck her, cutting a slash mark from one shoulder blade to the other. She lunged forward, her breasts pierced by the needles. Her belly oozed blood, and a few needles dug into her quim. She shot backwards, screaming in agony.
Again she was hit, the needles digging into her, deep into the firm flesh. Once more she went back, and again she was hit.
She was at last propelled forward onto the waiting cactus when two clumps were struck at one blow upon both cheeks of her ass. Her body shook and trembled, and she shot onto the waiting needles, this time the clumps on her ass left in her buttocks.
Now she was shoved forward by two strong men, crushed into the cactus, the dozens of needles piercing her skin and breaking off in her flesh, all of her body in wild panicked movement writhing and rolling, the plants mashing and collapsing, her body riddled with broken needles, blood oozing from her body like water from a punctured canteen.
Writhing on her own breasts, watching them stretch and bubble up, the blood ready to burst out of them, Jenny could still see the horrors that were being inflicted upon her fellow sufferer. There was nothing she could do about it.
"Let that bitch Jenny down a bit boys. I want her toes to touch the ground." Brady rasped out the order and his men jumped to obey it.
"What are you plannin' now," Jenny managed to gasp out. "You ain't got no mercy in you, you fuckin' piece of turd."
"Bad mouthin' me ain't gonna help you none."
"Can't make things any worse."
Navajo thought about that one, and then he laughed with good humor. He had his enemy in his hands, and all was right with the world again. He was beginning to feel good. He took a drag at a bottle of bustgut, drinking half of it down.
"Bet you could use some of this right now," he said to Jenny.
"You're gonna die bad, you bastard."
"Maybe. But not afore you die."
He walked over to the fire and rummaged through the hot irons. He selected one that was blazing at the tip with red-hot intensity.
"This should do the job just about fine."
He strutted over to Jenny with the hot iron. "I don't hear no smart ass talk out of you all of a sudden, you bitch."
She managed to turn her head enough to spit in his face.
"You got a lot of defiance. Well, this should take care of some of that for you, dirty bitch."
He touched the red-hot iron right to the center of the right buttock. He burned a dark scorched burn wound into her flesh.
"Tell me how that one felt."
Jenny rolled and writhed. She tossed about, pulling and heaving at her breasts, turning dark with the hurt the hanging was inflicting upon them. He touched the iron to the other buttock with the remainder of the heat. There was enough heat left in the iron to burn the other cheek as well.
"Too bad, you bitch."
Virgie was the next to suffer. He walked over to her, rolling her sweat stained flesh through his fingers, enjoying her struggles and her terror. He dragged her over to the fire, the bloodstained skin twitching and threshing in his hands. He felt up the good parts of her, thrusting his fingers up her cunt, wiggling them around inside her and mashing her heated flesh through his hands. What a sweet piece of ass she was indeed. And all his for the pleasuring and the torturing.
Over to the fire she went, and he held her up, struggling unavailingly in his arms, positioning her menacingly over the fire. The crackling flames reared up and danced under her lowered buttocks.
"Let's roast this here bitch," he commanded his men.
It was the worst horror he could conceive for the girl. They bound her to an upright stake formed of the long branch of a tree thrust into the ground. Wood was piled up under the post they had improvised. Her arms were lashed high above her head, and her legs were drawn up as far as they would go, her feet bound high to her wrists, her ass hanging down and her torso positioned between her upstretched thighs.
A pile of wood was set up under her. Grinning in evil delight, Brady attacked her body with the hot irons. He seared her nipples, her belly, her thighs and buttocks. He roasted her armpits, her knees, her ankles. The body lashed about in paroxysms of pain, the babbling, plaintive screams rising through the night.
She was basted with horse blood and grease. Brady himself applied it to her, touching and fondling all of the tender and seductive areas of her body as he laid on the heavy applications.
"Not so fond of this, are you?"
He piled the greasy concoction on her singed breasts, her seared bottom. Then the fire was lit. Swabs played over her flesh, smoothing and lotioning the greasy basting liquid all over her flesh. The heat rose, the flames began to lick at her downhanging ass. Her shrieks became more frantic. The heat lanced through her body, running all along her limbs, through her torso. The worst of the heat attacked her bottom, singeing and frying it. The fat began to bubble and run on her flesh, the basting fat began to smoke as the heat attacked it.
Grinning like the devil that he was, the cruel Brady smoothed out the basting grease over the girl's thighs with a long swab. He rubbed her breasts with a pole, shaking and bouncing them. He attacked her cuntbox, thrusting the tip of the stick into it, making her scream.
He removed her from this ordeal and hung her up from a tree by the feet. He slapped her half fried buttocks with his hands, and spun her about on the rope, winding it up and then letting it uncoil, spinning her around. He held her hair in his hand and tossed her body back and forth banging her back against the tree trunk. He spun her and twirled her and jabbed his hands deep into her flesh.
Mesa took Jenny from the rear. He corkscrewed his pecker up her ass, driving it deep in and then pumping rapidly and brutally.
"You son of a bitch." Jenny managed to turn her head far enough to spit into his eye.
"Bitch, you ain't gettin' away with that one."
"Give her the whip again," Navajo called out.
Jenny was held down over the stump of a tree by two of them. Her legs were spread wide, exposing her gash for the whip, and her body trembled under the threat of the lash.
"I'm gonna skin you, gal."
Jenny got her hands on a rock, and she swung it up, striking one of the scum holding her down across the back of the head. He went down howling, his head throbbing and cut where the rock had grazed him.
"Git that bitch."
Jenny kicked out at the other one, her feet catching him in the mouth. He staggered away, gushing blood. Cursing her, he whipped out his gun.
"Don't shoot, you damn fool. Git her alive."
Mesa grinned. He thought it was fucking funny to see the two go down under the attack of a whip wealed girl.
"I'll get her."
He lashed out at her with the whip, snapping it around her arm. A swift jerk spilled her to the ground and relieved her of the boulder.
"I got you now."
He let loose at her again, the whip striking across her bottom. The flesh burst in a long red trail under the slashing of the whip. She rolled her body over and wrapped herself into a knot, holding her arms over her vital parts.
Navajo grinned at his friends. He took the girl he was torturing by the tits and lifted her body out horizontally until she was straight out and her body was resting on the mashed up tits crushed in his hands.
"Good trip."
He let her go and she crashed into the trunk of the tree. He brought his whip around, looping it around her body and cutting her up. He hit her again, the whip striking her bottom. As she spun and jerked, he let the whip hit her repeatedly.
Navajo jerked the girl's body about by the lips of the cunt and the tips of her nipples. He had his plans for her, and when he finished with her, there would be little of her body remaining for the supplies of pain producing materials his three men were procuring.
Jenny wondered how long she could hold on.
It did not matter anyway, since the three of them were certainly doomed now.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mesa bent over Jenny. Jenny was tossing in a fit of pain, half conscious, blood streaming from her wounds. Mesa whipped the white perfection of her belly, laying in cuts all along her body, slashing her from hip to hip. He laid the whip upon her skin and struck her pelvis with it.
"This bitch needs some water."
"Give her some, boy."
Mesa opened up his pants and squirted his piss all over her face. He giggled as the stream ran over her features, bubbling at her mouth, falling into it. She coughed and sputtered, turned her head and spit it out.
Lois was dragged over to the wetness by the hair of her cunt, legs kicking in a dance of agony.
"Drink you scum," She was commanded by the laughing Brady. "Put your tongue to that mess and drink it up out of the ground."
He picked an iron out of the fire. To the center of her buttocks he applied it, searing the soft white flesh. Smoke boiled up out of the wounds and the entire body shook and blurred with the wild trembling.
Lois put her mouth to the wetness. Her mouth flickered open and her tongue probed out. Her face cracked up into lines of agony as the burning anguish hit her full and the smell of her own burning assailed her.
She tossed and writhed in her anguish, her mouth buried in the wet filth. She drank of it, put her mouth into it with a distaste beyond bearing and drank the filth up out of the dirt. "She's doin' it, she's a doin' it."
Mesa dragged Jenny over to Lois and parted the big ass cheeks with his hands, sticking his dirty fingers in and out of the ass a few times, giving them to Jenny to clean off for him.
"Now you get your mouth down to that ass and you eat it all clean, you whore."
Jenny put her mouth to the ass and let her tongue slide up it. The burned skin grated upon her cheeks, her tears flowed over the hurt buttocks.
Virgie was spread out on the ground. One of the evil crew fucked her. He slipped his cock out of his pants, dirty and foul. Into her softness he speared, his hands closing on her neck, squeezing hard, half throttling her as he fucked away.
"You sure do fuck them a funny way, Harry."
Harry grunted and acknowledgement of this and kept right on fucking her the way he chose. Her tits bubbled and writhed under his chest as he fucked away at her with ever increasing violence. He squeezed her throat, fingering his hands all around, crushing her neck into the changing grip of his fingers which squeezed sometimes hard and sometimes soft. He pumped her slowly, bearing down with his weight, and enjoying the give of her body under his.
He fucked her until he no longer had the energy to continue and his cock was limpid and emptied. He cursed her for this. He put his mouth to hers, holding her mouth open against his, puffy lips stinging under his kissing. He spit into her mouth repeatedly, again and again, without mercy. He filled her mouth with spit, ran his fingers into her mouth and played with the dampness in her mouth, making her choke and swallow. He spit into her opened eyes, polished the spit into her eyes with his fingers, and then flicked her lips shut and open.
"Break her in two."
He rolled her over to get at the peeling ass skin, dark and loose from the roasting, all blisters and flayed skin. He pulled up a loose flap of half fried off skin dangling down from a deep whip cut, and he broke and crumpled it as he went along the whip mark, breaking away the skin and peeling it off.
Virgie screamed, her mouth locking on a boot tip that was stuffed into her jaws, a boot stinking and filthy with the piss it had been ground down into.
Her mouth tasted of filth and her body was tossing in a pain spasm and then the whip began to fall upon her again.
Her asshole was stuffed with mud and filth, grass and cactus pulp. Her bottom opened up, scraped raw with all of the pain of fire burning it as it opened up like a reluctant mouth and all of the filth was stuffed into her, all of the way up her ass.
"Stop it... let me die."
"No, bitch. Not for a long time."
She appealed to Mesa, who had once fucked her.
"Finish me off. Oohhhhh."
"You near wiped us out. Don't you go and expect us to let you off easy now, you whore vermin."
Jenny spit out the clump of horse dung that had just been planted in her mouth and turned in fury upon the cowardly pack.
"I'm the one that kilt them all. Why don't you let them be and do all your dirty work on me? You dirty pack of rotten, shit sucking bastards."
Jenny received a cut on her ass with a knife for this little display of temper.
"You pose an interestin' idea to me, Jenny. Since you was the one what done it, you can put them bitches out of their misery." Brady laughed.
He tossed her the knife. She looked at it with horror, her own suffering forgotten.
"You gotta do it slow too. You gotta skin them."
"Damn you."
"That won't help you. Wanta skin your friends?"
"No, you scummy shit. No."
"Too bad."
He advanced on Jenny. She tried to fight him off, but she just lacked the strength to make any impression on him. He took her wrists in one hand and the bush between her legs in his other hand. He lifted her by her hands and her cunt bush. She kicked and swung in his hands, and the hair between her legs tore away. She fell heavily and he took her by her hair and her neck. He rubbed her face into the piss and into the dirt. He rolled her over and over, smearing her face into the filth. He crammed it into her cunt and her ass, threw her into the stream and cleaned her off, dragged her out and tied her to the tree again.
He picked up a length of thorny cactus, bristling with needles.
"You know what this is, whore?"
She spit into his face. He wiped it away and cleaned it off on the tip of her nose. He ran his fingers along the whip lines he had etched her tits with. He popped up one of the nipples and ran it through the joints of his fingers, trapping and yanking at it. He pulled it out as far as he could and then twisted it around, turning it up and back and then snapping it loose.
"This sure is fun, ain't it ma'am?"
Jenny did not answer him. He pressed the cactus to her skin. She shrank back against the trunk of the tree. Her body leaked flowing sweat. He pressed it to her belly, piercing her skin.
"Eiaaaiieeeeee."
He dug the needles through her skin, breaking and crushing some of them. He screwed the needles around, plowing the cactus into her flesh. He ground it in, as blood began to ooze and leak out of the holes in her flesh.
He pulled the cactus away, leaving many needles embedded in her flesh. He picked them casually out of her body, and then he began to stick them into the curve of her V-shaped pelvis.
She shuddered and tossed in horrible contorted writhings with every stab of the needles into her cunt meat. He lay a circle of needles out around the lips of her vulva, her heavy and prominent lips. He pierced the needles in deep, and blood flowed through the bush of her hair nest, running in thin trickling flows down her thighs.
He pressed the clump of cactus to her breasts. He shoved needles into her tits, digging deep into her flesh as he bounced and doubled up and flattened out her tits under the pressure.
She tossed and kicked, her face breaking up into lined tensioned sweating faces of fear. He pulled the cactus away and slammed it into her tits. He bounced it back and forth, hitting her viciously.
Virgie was hung out over a piece of cactus by Mesa and one of the others. He pressed his fingers up into her vessel, messing around with the insides, pulling and hooking with his fingers, hurting her and enjoying it.
He poured whiskey over her, drinking it off her skin. Then he lowered her onto the cactus. The needles dug into her quim and her crack, into all of the blistered rump meat. Her body went into convulsions that tore the clump of cactus apart.
He continued to play with her. Entwining her hair around his hand, he began to drag her over the ground. He dragged her over hard ground, ripping at her with a strap. He split open all of the welts, messing them up, leaving a bloody track behind him.
He laid her out on her back. She looked up at him with imploring eyes out of a battered face so bruised that it was difficult to recognize her.
"Feeling bad?"
He dug his foot into her belly and yanked it down to her pussy. He shoved the heel of his boot into her cunt, crushing the lip flowers. She was invaded by the bootheel, which ground around inside her body, ruthlessly and viciously.
"Poor, poor bitch."
He shoved her head first into the water. He dragged her out by the hair, and then he turned her upside down. He drank flowing water off her tossing, bouncing flesh, biting deep into her.
"Poor bitch."
He sank his teeth into her ass repeatedly. He crunched down deep into her until the jetting blood filled his mouth.
He held her under, letting her up and kissing her on the mouth, then sending her under again. He dug his hands deep into her tits, hooking his fingers in the softness and mashing the globes, grinding and bruising them, breaking welts bloody and open.
He dragged her over to the tree where he had tortured her and tied her up again. He hung her by her arms and by her tits this time. He pulled on the globes, bouncing them off his cupping hands. He slapped the tit tips from side to side, enchanted by the way they bounced.
He rubbed a branch of wood across the tips of the breasts. He savagely ground the nipples raw and red. He half skinned them, rubbing with the branch until they were dripping blood.
Now he jabbed needles in and out of them, the cactus quills doing a fine job of drawing her blood.
Lois was bound across the belly of a horse. It snorted and reared as her body crunched under the swing of a whip. It sang as it cut her, ripping and bleeding her flesh.
"This can go on forever," Navajo said. "Only when you finish them, will they die."
Jenny listened to him, too dazed to say anything. She was now unbound, lying on the ground and throbbing with all consuming pain. Vaguely, she realized that he wanted her to kill her two friends--slowly. She would not do it. But there was little choice. There was no help coming to save them. Who could help them now.
She thought of her sister being tortured by Gams. The big tits, so soft and so big nipples, with red cones centering on each slightly drooping bag. She saw once again the sharp skinning knife, carving the skin away from the big tit. The blood oozing and the skin dangling down in an ever increasing flap of almost transparent, bloody tissue.
"You want to chaw on these?" She remembered Gams saying. And with a dirty laugh he sank his teeth into the skinned right nipple and almost tore a bite out of it.
She remembered that and felt sick. But she had killed that bastard. She had put him out of business for keeps, she had butchered him and left his carcass for the buzzards.
She looked across at the hole, the crevice where she had tossed his remains. He would rot away in there. And when these scum had finished with her and the others, perhaps they too would be tossed away in that cleft to rot. They would share a common grave with Gams. Enough to make her sick.
His guns. She had left one of his guns behind, and it was somewhere around. She had to remember where it was, find it. If she could get it, she had a chance. She looked up at the band of terrible killers, busy with the other women. She would lay low for a while, regain her strength, let them turn their attention elsewhere. She closed her eyes and forced her dazed mind to concentrate on the gun. Where was it?
Virgie and Lois were tossed together. Their blood smeared flesh ground in mutual pain as they ate away at cunt and ass under the prodding of the wild bunch.
"Let's see some tongue work."
Mesa split Lois' ass with the whip, cracking up her bottom with long welts. He whipped her mercilessly and completely from top to bottom, and she responded to the pain with wild tossing and writhings of anguish.
He tore her bottom bloody with it, cutting the ass up until there was no meat untouched.
He dug his fingers into the welts, hooked his nails under the skin breaks and splashed the blood out of the wounds. The blood went flying in a stream out of the lines he had sliced and he advanced his hands back and forth from one end of a cut to the other, hurting her worse and worse and taking greater pleasure in it all of the time.
He rolled the girls over and over, booting and slapping them. He painted his fingers with the come squirting from between their legs.
Lois spread her body out on the ground, back to the dirt. Virgie licked and sucked the wounds, cleaning them out with her tongue. She ate away sweat and filth and dust. She lapped blood out of cuts, lacerations, and welts.
Their virility aroused by the cruel sight, the men piled on her again. One pissed down her throat while another fucked her cunt.
One of them walked over to where Jenny lay and spread wide her legs.
"Leave her be," Brady said sharply. "Why?" asked her would-be rapist.
"Cause I'm savin' her. When the others get back with the stuff I sent them for I'm gonna kill her special."
Mesa picked at Lois' pussy.
"Why don't we scalp these gals down here at their whore pelts?"
"That's an idea."
"It will go the Injuns one better."
Mesa pulled his knife from its sheath. Lois' eyes were bugging with fear.
"Not yet. Lets save it for later, when we start to finish them."
Mesa nodded. He took one of Lois' small toes between his fingers and bent it back at a sharp angle. He gave her time to let loose a good, long scream. Then he spat into her open mouth and as she worked at spitting it out, he broke her toe.
"Boy, you are a mean bastard."
"Yup. That I am."
Mesa tore long scratches up and down the back of his victim. He swept his nails into the scratch lines, hooked and dragged. Blood fountained in the scratch marks which he widened and deepened with his torturing. He dug his fingers up into her cunt, and then he hooked them in her pussy hole and tried to split it open. She tossed from side to side as more and more of his hand advanced into her body.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Lil had not died. Her butchered breasts had been stitched together by the doc. Whether they would heal together or rot off her only time would tell. She did not have much hope, and even if they did heal, they would be horribly scarred and disfigured.
Lil wanted vengeance. She hired every gun in town, twenty men at fifteen hundred dollars each to go after the Commancheros and hunt them to death. The lure of the money was what it took to get men to ride against that band of bastards.
She lay in bed, wondering if she was going to die, hoping she could live long enough to have her vengeance.
One of her new gunnies came to her with the news that three of the bastards were in town, buying some supplies.
"This is a break. Take a dozen men and bring them to me. Alive."
Five minutes later, hobbling on crutches, Lil was surveying the three bastards. She had her boys strip them down. Their hands were tied behind their backs. Blades were put to their throats. Under this threat they began to talk, and to answer truthfully the questions put to them. They told the situation of the gang, reduced in numbers, and what they were doing with the three girls.
"Hell, she wiped out four of them," Lil said, more to herself than to anyone present. "Don't know why anybody was ever scared of those fools. Would have killed them long ago if I thought they were such pieces of shit."
"What do you want us to do, boss?" Her head gunny asked.
"Go out there after them bastards is what. That's the reason I hired you."
Her men were on their way, an army with enough numbers to do the job. They wanted their money, and they would not quit while one of the Commancheros was loose. They rode off, knowing that they had the band cold.
The three killers they had captured were left in the hands of Lil and her girls, in the hands of the women they had disfigured and tortured.
"I guess I won't get my own crack at any of the others, but I got you three, so you'll have to do, won't you? Come on girls."
She did not have to prompt them. They stripped the three men naked and strung them up from one of the rafters.
The girls began with knitting needles. They stabbed the needles in and out of the testicles and the pricks of the killer, piercing and riddling their genitals. Blood oozed from the wounds.
The whores whipped them to shreds with small pleasure whips, hitting at the faces, the genitals, and all of the vulnerable areas.
They burned the asses of the three with lit cigars, shoving the dead cigars up the asses of the trio, keeping up the torture murderously hour after hour.
They burned the armpits black. Carol made up for the disfiguring scars on her pretty face by burning her initials into the buttocks of one of the three jerking pieces of flayed flesh that was a murderous killer. Her initials were erased from the ass by the rubbing of a hot coal across the buttock, burning it dark, seared black.
The nipples were torn and ripped with the knitting needles, the lips and the ears were pierced until they were torn hanging flaps.
Testicles were pounded with hammers, whips played over the backs and the bellies. Blood oozed from the broken bodies and it was many hours before the last of them ceased to move in any way, a dead thing the same as his two companions.
Lil sank back against the wall, two of the girls holding her up.
"That was ugly, but they deserved it. They done worse to us and others. I hope our boys are in time."
Navajo was off guard, concentrating on what he was doing to the three whores rather than being on the alert. He had Virgie and Lois bound together, face to cunt bush. They ate each other as he and his men watched, the long whips cutting the girls up mercilessly, still falling upon them with brutal precision and accuracy. There were few areas of either body not marked by the red slash stripes of the whip.
"Come on, you bitches. I want to see some of that hot juice running down each other's mouths."
Almost unconscious with the pain in her breasts, Jenny watched the torture, thinking of the spot where she had thrown Gams' gun. She had left it there and it had not been found. Her hands were free, since she was so battered she could not stand up, let alone walk. The gun was in some brush not five yards from her. Very slowly she began to inch and drag herself along, hoping that one of them would not come over to her and stop her before she reached it.
She worked her way slowly and carefully, every movement causing her agony. She had to be very careful, very slow. But it was her one and only chance. Not much of a chance, but a chance.
Now, she was there. But where was the gun. She searched through the grass, and there it was, all intact and ready for use.
"Hey," Navajo sang out to Mesa. "Get that pig over here where she can watch her friends have some fun. I want her to see this."
Mesa started over. "I'm coming for your ass bitch."
He intended to grope and maul her some before he dragged her across the fire on her ass.
Jenny whipped her body around with a gun cocked and ready to shoot.
"Stand back, you son of a bitch."
Jenny had the drop on Mesa. His cigar dropped out of his mouth, as he stared in awe stricken horror at certain death. He was unaware of the flow of water down his leg. "Where did she get that?" Brady howled.
"A little bird gave it to me. Now you all drop your irons right now. Real careful."
"You can't get more than one of us. Maybe two. But we'll get you."
Jenny laughed, pain lancing her body with the very act of laughing. "You must think I'm dumb. You're torturin' us to death. You think I'm gonna give up a chance to take two or three of you with me? Yeah, I can get three of you sure enuff."
"Damn you. Boys--start to spread out." Jenny whipped the gun around, pointing it at Brady. "You're the one I shoot. You get the first two. One in the belly and one in the groin. So you got no choice except to throw down your guns and take off on foot. You'll leave your boots and socks behind. That should slow you down enuff for us to get away."
"You think you've got us licked--don't you. Well, little gal--you forgot to reckon on one thing. I see horses coming up behind you. My boys is back, and you ain't got a prayer."
"Then neither have you."
"We ain't your boys, Tom," a voice rang out. Navajo Tom Brady turned pale as a ghost. There was a small army of riders coming out of the dark now on all sides, with guns drawn ringing in his small and now pathetically inadequate little band.
"Jake--Jake Regan. What are you doing here?"
The man addressed smiled, showing some gold dental work--Mexican style.
"We work for Miss Diamond Lil. You remember her, don't you? Well, she hired just about every damn gun in Gold Lode, and can you guess what she hired us for?"
"Oh, shit."
"That about sums it up. Now all of you, drop your guns."
Two of them made a break for the iron. They were dead before they hit the ground.
"That was pretty dumb. Any of the rest of you going to be that dumb?"
Some of the gunhands tended to the three women, dressing and nursing them as best they could.
The whole pack of them went back to town, the trussed up outlaws dragging along behind the buckboard, trying to run fast enough to thwart the actions of the ropes attached to their cocks. They puffed along at a trot, knowing that if the convoy broke into a gallop their organs would be torn clean away.
In town they found no relief, no comfort. Lil was waiting, clinging to life with a vengeful strength, and she vied with Jenny in wreaking dire havoc upon the trio.
Bandaged like a mummy from head to toe, Jenny inspected her wounds and then she began her wrecking of the body of the leader of the Commancheros. A lot of men had died trying to bring him in and the posses had searched for his band in vain on many an occasion, but Jenny Blake was to finish him.
She was thrilling to the excitement of the blood bath she served out to him. It was all that he deserved. First the whip stroked and split his hide. She swept the clinging lash about his thighs, his back, his legs. She cut deep into the sweat dripping tissues, turning his body into a torn mangled thing. She flogged his genitals. He wracked and writhed in convulsions as the whip struck him on the testicles, bleeding and lacerating him, opening up the flesh of his groin, and sliding along his buttocks up along his crotch, tearing that flesh gory.
Jenny whipped a long line of bloody welts up his chest along the right side and then down the left side. She broke apart his nipples and whipped them to shreds. She whipped his chest until the blood was splashing yards away as the flaps of lacerated flesh dangling from his body bounced and waved with every application of the whip.
Two of the whores that Brady had tortured came up behind him, holding torches in their hands. They slowly rotated the flames under his churning, spasm wracked buttocks, blistering and frying his ass. They brought the torches close to him, right against his flesh. The fire caught upon his hide, which blistered and changed color and turned black and seared slowly.
His organ shot upright and his body tossed at its ligaments. His scream continued on and on without ceasing.
Jenny whipped his face. The lash split open his cheeks, cracked apart his facial bone structure, ripping small bits of bone at cheekbone and chin. His brows split and then vanished under pourings of blood. He was ruined, smashed.
Jenny whipped his ears to pulp, wrapped the whip around his neck and left deep bloody slashes in his neck. She laid the whip along his back, advancing up and down, tearing him apart.
Jenny broke his fingers and toes one by one with a pair of pliers, joint by joint and bone by bone. She crushed the flesh and ripped the jagged splinters of bone out through the skin, ruining him completely.
She pulled small bits of torn flesh apart with the pliers, wrenching open the wounds the whip had left, tearing apart the mangled flesh and laying open the cuts all of the way.
She poured hot wax and oil into the wounds, staunching the flow of blood. She tore open the wounds again with a long iron fork and a comb, ripping and gouging the long fractures of skin and flesh gaping wide.
"Give it to the bastard good," Lil urged her. "The scum maybe finished me for good."
"I won't show him no mercy."
Jenny thought of all her own suffering as she destroyed the man, all that his kind had done to her. She had no squeamishness about destroying him. She kept at it, the hours slipping by. The screams of the creature she was working on were no longer human.
She took his fingernails out, one by one, and then she removed his toenails. She scraped away the torn and gory skin from his body, inch by grisly inch.
The other two were left to the mercies of Lil's whores. Clubs and knitting needles ripped at them. Knives gouged skin and the whips tore them open.
One was hung up by his feet for the slaughtering. His belly was scraped with the knife, small sections of the flesh being peeled away like the skinning of a hide. As the flesh was hacked away, his guts were slowly exposed through the mutilated flesh.
"Gut that bastard, Carol." The girl wielding the knife was urged. "Cut his stinking guts right out of him."
She began to remove his guts, carving them away. The ropes of intestines slipped and ran out of his exposed innards, and his intestines were grasped by eager hands and torn right out Whip Of Vengeance of him.
The other one was spread open. His cock and balls were wrenched and twisted in the hands of merciless girls, who pulled and picked at him until his organs were raw and bloody, and slowly turning to pulp.
He pleaded for his life and offered money, all that he could think of to bargain with futile as they kept on cutting away at him.
His tongue was pulled far out of his mouth with a pair of tongs, slowly stretched and lengthened until it pulled at its roots and the blood oozed from the floor of the mouth and spilled down his chin. And then it was torn all of the way out, ripped from its socket.
His mouth erupting a waterfall of blood, his head sagged forward.
Jenny looked over to where his broken body still tossed.
"God, this is beginning to look like a slaughterhouse in here."
Her taste for further vengeance was slipping away. She had stained her hands enough with torture.
She turned to Lil. It was up to her, she had lost perhaps her life if her injuries did not knit up right. The sweaty film on her face and the dried saliva on her lips spoke of the suffering she was going through.
"Let's finish these bastards right now."
"You mean just kill them off easy and let them escape what they got coming?"
Jenny waved her hand at the broken wreckage of the three outlaws.
"What do you call this. There hardly ain't enuff of them left to further kill off anyway." Lil gave the three a good hard look. The eyes of Brady pleaded for death out of the remains of his face. It was all he had left, the will to die at last.
"Yeah, you might as well do it."
Jenny picked up a gun, her trusty .44. She looked into the face of the outlaw. She thought of the three dead buried back at the farm where she had lived and felt no remorse at what she had done to these men and the others. She had saved many innocent lives by finishing these scum bastards once and for all.
"You got any words to say before I plug you?"
There were gurgling sounds from Brady, nothing that could be classified as words, just the dying sounds of a once human voice.
"All right. Then here goes."
She gave it to him in the heart. Blood blasted out of his back as the bullet plowed through him into the body of the outlaw hanging by his feet.
She gave this man a finishing bullet in the head, and the tongueless man she finished off with one clean shot in the brain.
"That takes care of them. Get this shit out of here and have it buried."
There was no questioning of their actions. In a town without law the only law going was that out of the end of a gun. The winner was taken as the champion of moral truth in the final test.
Jenny had herself a bit of a dividend going for her. There was a bounty on the pack of them, and she was able to pick it up from the sheriff of the nearest town that boasted of a law officer.
"How the hell did you kill so many of that pack of varmints?" he questioned.
She whipped out her gun with lightning speed, shocking the fat bellied man.
"You handle that just like a man, lady."
"I had to learn that, didn't I?"
"Twelve thousand buck. I make fifty a month. Some people shore do get the ripe pick-in's."
Jenny thought of the wounds she carried inside and out.
"I'd trade you my easy pickings any time, fat man. Now I need a drink."
She headed for the nearest saloon. The bartender was reluctant to serve her, until he heard from a friend what she had done and who she was. As she drank the drink poured by the trembling, cringing hulk of a man, she reflected on the downright pleasure and advantage of being a legend of fear far and wide, as she was going to be.
There was a gambler eyeing her rich curves. He was a tall man in a black suit, playing cards with a trio of local poker losers.
Jenny looked him up and down the way he was looking her, thinking that this was not so unpleasant a prospect. She needed something to take her mind off of her recent woes, and he looked capable.
She was on her back inside of an hour, legs anchored around his shoulders, pulling and tugging him down into the core of her sex. He fucked away with grace and energy, taking long strokes, his hands very knowledgeable in their caressings of her body.
She stayed with him all day and night, and drank down two bottles with him. She left him after a steak breakfast, all of the bad darknesses washed away.
She went off after finding little to talk with him about.
She had places to go and things to do.
The gun was her life now. She could handle it as well as a man and it would take her where she wanted to go, right to the top. There were bad crews all over the territory, and she had the skill to pick them off. She would stick to her trade of the gun, she would be a bounty hunter, and the pay would suit her. She smiled as she headed north, thinking of how she had once thought of being an outlaw. Now she would live off them, and the difference suited her just fine.
