This story is intended
for mature audiences due to language, violence, and the vivid depiction of a
consensual adult relationship.
Kitty’s
visceral scream was muffled by a large, sweaty hand while an arm corded with
muscles snaked around her waist and a mouth reeking of stale whiskey hissed in
her ear, “Settle down, now, sweet thing…”
He grunted as she struggled desperately against him. “I told you this party was just gettin’
started…” Her blood ran cold when she
recognized Lester’s familiar icy tone, and instinctively she viciously bit the
hand gripping her mouth.
Lester
yelped in pain, jerking his hand away.
“Damn you, woman!” He angrily
backhanded her face, and before she could flee, out of the shadows slunk his
heavy-set friend Clyde. He restrained
her from behind, stuffing a dirty cloth between her lips. Lester hurriedly took the grimy bandanna from
around his neck and tied it tightly over her mouth.
Clyde
threatened, “Bite me, bitch, and see what happens.” Kitty kicked back at his shins with all her
might. “Hellfire!” Clyde cried, when the
heel of her shoe impacted his bone.
Lester
again slapped her hard across the face, and tears stung her wide eyes. “You were right, Clyde… This one’s a spitfire. I may have to tame her,” he murmured quietly
but menacingly. She struggled in vain
against the merciless grip of the huge man behind her holding her captive. Lester laughed as his scaly-skinned fingers
once more trailed down her throat and fingered her black silk bodice. His tongue slithered out and touched his
bottom lip. “I just wanted to get to
know you a little better.” Kitty’s
gasped behind the filthy gag when he savagely tore open her dress and buttons
flew in all directions. Trembling, she
turned her head in revulsion when he reached to touch her exposed flesh.
A
familiar voice commanded from the shadows, “You get away from her right now or
I’ll kill you both where you stand.” The
sound of a trigger cocking on a pistol accompanied Marshal Dillon’s threat.
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