The Claws of Texas

The sun was rising in the east as I stepped out onto the porch with a steaming cup of coffee in my hand. Today was shaping up to be something memorable. It had been only a few days since Joanna Weber, an old rival from my teenage years in Michigan, had arrived to take over the running of the brothels in town. She and I hated each other in our youth and it led to many fist fights, catfights and muddy brawls between us. The last time she and I fought, we were both 18 years old and Robert Stevens had caught not only my eye but Joanna’s as well. Our mothers watched as she and I fought in the stream behind where we all lived in Michigan. It wasn’t long before both our mothers started fighting too. Joanna and I were naked, clawing and biting as we rolled in the stream while our busty mothers battled it out in a topless catfight on the grass. My mom and I both won that day and I married Robert. I thought I had calmed some since my teens but seeing her again lit a fire in me.

Ashley Simmons walked up next to me on the porch. I looked her over and could see a few patches of missing hair and deep scratches on her neck. “And how is your mother, Ash?” I asked with a smile.

“She and Maggie are headed back to Silvertown,” Ash smiled back. “This time we all fought. Hopefully she paid to have the room at the hotel in Big Springs fixed up after. After she and I smothered out Maggie, we fought for at least another hour. These girls,” she cupped her large chest, “did just fine.”

I snorted with laughter. “Wish I could have seen that.”

“Kat told me about your visit,” Ash said as her eyes locked with mine. “I wish I could have seen that!”

I blushed, “Damn Kat! Who hasn’t she told?”

“Ms. Ahna,” Ash smiled. “It is why I feel so much at home here and with you.”

“You are part of this family now, Ash,” I replied as I put my right hand on her left.

“So if we are family,” she smirked, “When are you and I going to roll around?”

I swatted her backside playfully, “Well not today. I have an old friend coming for that later. But you and I will find our time.” I winked. “Now get to your chores!”

“Yes, Ma’am,” she laughed as she walked towards the barn.

In Rattler’s Holler, at the Gem Saloon and Hotel

Silvia Macon and Amber Nelson walked through the batwing doors. Their eyes adjusted to the dim light in the darkened room before falling on the seated Bailey and Ashley Mathews. The two members of the Church of Eve walked and sat down across from the last members of the Mathew Clan in town.

Bailey spoke first, “You asked for this meeting, Ms. Macon. What can we do for you?”

“I chose to wait until the morning period to be over since you lost both your aunt and cousin in a very dramatic fashion,” Silvia said, “Persephone and I had come to an agreement about the church ridding this town of certain undesirables and convert the brothels to something more godly. I hope that we can come to a similar arrangement.”

“Well,” Bailey said with a sweet smile, “There is where we would be at an impasse. Brothels make lots of money. My sister and I like money. The brothels will stay.”

“No,” Silvia replied. “The ladies of the night will have to find other meaningful work because in any town the Church of Eve sets our sights on, the house of ill repute will go. You do not want to make an enemy of me.”

“Lady,” Ashley Mathews chimed in, “You don’t have enough cunt to take us on.”

Amber Nelson leapt across the table and tackled the taller of the sisters off her chair to the floor. She raised a clawed hand to strike when the sound of clicks from rifles and revolvers sounded.

“Amber, stand down,” Silvia said in a commanding voice. The busty blonde stood and stepped back from Ashley who was still on her back. Silvia Macon stood with her companion. “You two have just started a war that you will not win.” The pair of women backed out of the saloon and onto the busy street.

Ashley held her hand up but Bailey slapped it aside. “Get up, you cow! We were in the middle of negotiations and you opened your trap and ruined it!”

Ashley got up and faced Bailey. “You seem to be the one who doesn’t have the cunt enough to lead!”

“I am the oldest, I am the one who runs things here,” Bailey growled at her sister. “If you think you can do better, let me know and we will fight to see who rules.”

“Count on it soon, bitch!” Ashley smiled wickedly, then turned and walked out of the Gem with Will Conley in tow.

Moments earlier, Silvia Macon and Amber Nelson walked down the main street of Rattler’s Holler. The pair of women were not concerned with anyone following them from the Gem as members of the Church of Eve were dispersed throughout the street. Silvia stopped as she grasped Amber’s arm.

“How far are you along, Amber?” Silvia asked with a smile.

Amber looked shocked for just a moment. “I think a month, Ma’am. I am sorry I was not forthright with you.”

“Oh hush dear,” Silvia replied. She put her hand on Amber’s belly. She smiled. “You will have a girl. Another Daughter of Eve for our congregation. Do you know whose seed is in you?”

“Devon Black,” Amber answered. She looked down and away from the matriarch of the church.

“You know what has to happen?” Silvia asked. “I am glad his essence could be put to good use.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Amber said, “I will take him this evening and sacrifice him to Eve.”

“Good, my dear,” Silvia whispered as she patted Amber’s cheek. “Now wait by the buggy. I have a private stop to make.” She moved on, passed the blonde woman and walked up to the school house and entered.

Sharon Temple was working on a lesson plan when the doors to the front of the school opened. She looked up and gasped as Silvia Macon, her mother, walked in. “What… What are you doing here?” She stammered.

“Oh child,” Silvia said as she sauntered up to the front of the empty classroom. “I have always known where you were. You may have walked away from the fold but a good mother knows, always knows, where her children are.”

“You…. you are not wanted here,” Sharon stated as she stood. She was a younger version of the voluptuous woman standing in front of her. “You and your kind are a blight on society.”

Her mother stiffened. “I am here to give you a single warning. Leave this town. The church will be culling this place. We must separate the wheat from the chaff. I would hate for you to be caught up in it all.”

Sharon glared at the women in front of her. “I will be standing with this town, mother. Standing against you.” She walked out from behind her desk to stand nose to nose with the woman who raised her. “My friends and I will stop you.”

Silvia smiled. “I do not know if it was Eve’s plan for me to raise such a strong daughter, or if it was a curse. The last time you stood up to me left me with this,” as she spoke, she opened her dress to show Sharon the jagged scars on the inside of her large left breast. She covered back up and leaned breast to breast with her daughter. “I have said what I came to say. The next we meet, we will be at war.”

Sharon pushed her breasts tightly into her mother’s equally large pair. “I will be here. Standing against you and your church.”

The two women stared hard into the other’s eyes for a few moments before Silvia backed away, turned and left the school house. As the door closed, Sharon leaned against the desk, shaking. Now she would have to let Ahna Stevens know what was about to happen.

At the Steven’s Ranch

I rode out to the south pasture as I could see the wagon come closer. I brought Clem to a stop as the wagon neared. I knew the two of the three occupants very well. Sabrina Jackson, a busty blonde southern belle was holding the reins as Joanna Weber sat next to her. Seated next to Joanna was Jalicia Williams, one of Joanna’s girls.

“Good day, Ahna,” Joanna said sweetly. I glared at her as she returned with a smirk. “I thought this would be a perfect time to settle out who would be in charge of running the girls at the brothel. Now Sabrina has done a wonderful job so far but Jalicia and I have been together for years and she has ensured my girls stayed in line.” Both Sabrina and Jalicia were dressed in simple worn cotton dresses that strained at the top. Joanna patted the black girl’s thigh. “She was born on a southern plantation but was spirited away to the north during the war. So you can understand her reservation at young Miss Sabrina.”

I knew Sabrina joined up with Bella Reed in the South before heading west. Since the ousting of the former madam, Sabrina’s attitude towards women of different colors and backgrounds softened. I looked over all three. “We have all day for things to get settled. They might as well get started.”

“I do so agree,” Joanna said as she stood and stepped over the back of the bench and into the bed of the wagon.

The two ladies of the night looked at each other with Sabrina throwing her left fist with it connecting with Jalicia’s nose. The black woman roared in rage as she grabbed two handfuls of blonde hair and drug the southern woman closer on the bench of the wagon. Both pulled wildly at hair as Joanna jumped down from the back of the wagon. I got off Clem and stood watching the two. While pulling hair, fists thudded into sides and faces, bloodying both women’s faces. Jalicia pushed Sabrina back as they tumbled from the bench to the grassy field.

“Southern cunt!” Jalicia cursed as she tore open the blonde’s cotton dress, Sabrina’s huge breasts pouring forth.

“Fucking whore!” Sabrina swore back as she clipped the black woman across the chin and ripped open the girl’s dress.

Both sets of tits looked to be the same size, just different colors. The blond mounted the other woman and grasped both heavy orbs in her claws, gouging nails in. Jalicia screamed out as grabbed back. Her hands filled with the pale breasts above her, the alabaster flesh oozed through her dark fingers. The pair of women pulled, pinched, kneaded and scratched the large tits with tears running down pretty cheeks. They rolled in the grass as they tortured the others’ breasts. The dresses worked down their hips and neither wore any undergarments. They pushed apart and rolled away. The dresses were left on the grass as they quickly stood and rushed. The busty wildcats clinched, mashing the large tits flat as they spun and went back down to the grass. The field was smashed flat from the rolling vixens. The fight itself was brutal as fists continued to be thrown with blood freely flowing from noses and lips. Both would have swollen eyes the next day. They worked up to their knees, raising fists as they glared at the other. Jalicia swung first with her right fist rocking Sabrina back on to her heels. The blonde shook her head and threw a straight left fist that mashed the black girl’s lips to her teeth. The two traded shot for shot with fists hitting faces, breasts, bellies and even to their womanhoods. They leaned into the other, chins resting on shoulders as they each punched tender pussies. Blood from cracked lips flowed down the other’s back as they cried out with each shot. Each woman, with one final punch to a pussy, leaned into the other, arms clenching around the other as bodies pressed roughly. They teetered and fell over to the grass. Jalicia pushed the blonde over to her back and attempted to mount her, but Sabrina slugged her hard in the left breast, with the black woman howling and falling to her back. Sabrina slowly crawled on top but Jalicia grabbed her hair and the two started to slowly and painfully roll. They held the other tightly, wounded breasts pushed in tight, blood and sweat smearing over the chests. Sabrina rolled on top and slid her body up with her heavy tits pressed over Jalicia’s face. The black woman slapped the blonde’s back and backside. The southern woman pressed her breasts tighter with Jalicia’s slaps getting weaker and weaker.

Joanna moved in and pulled Sabrina off. “That is enough, Sabrina,” she said as the blonde complied. “You bested her fair and square. You are the head girl.”

I grabbed some canteens of water and passed one to Sabrina and one to Joanna who was helping Jalicia to a seated position.

The black woman looked over to the blonde and smiled with bloody teeth, “Good fight.”

Sabrina laughed and groaned in pain, “You as well, Jalicia.”

I looked over to Joanna who was staring at me. “I guess it is time for you and me.”

“I have been dreaming about this for twenty years,” Joanna started as she unpinned her hair and started to remove her dress.

I pulled off my worn shirt and slipped my split skirt over my hips. Both of us now dressed in only white bloomers and boots. Joanna’s breasts were larger than I remembered, bigger than mine and they sat high on her chest. Her fingers coiled into claws and I knew we wouldn’t start with fists. I crouched as we started to circle the other. The sun was high in the sky as the heat of the day had me starting to perspire. I felt droplets of sweat run down between my heavy tits. Joanna and I rushed together and reached for hair at the same time. As fingers combed through hair, our big tits slapped together. Bodies twisted left and right as we danced around the grass. Heads were wrenched back as our bellies smacked. She kicked out with her right foot and kicked me hard in the shin. I stumbled but stayed on my feet as I returned the kick.

“WHORE!” Joanna cursed.

“SLUT!” I cried out.

Each of us released one hand from hair to slap hard at faces and our topless bodies. Joanna’s palm slapped over my left breast and she started to squeeze. I yelped in pain and sent a right handed slap across her cheek. She stomped her foot down over mine and I hopped back but lost my footing and went down hard to the grass. Joanna pounced on me but I was ready. My feet caught her in the belly and I flipped her over me and onto her back. She and I both scrambled to our knees and leapt again. Bodies slapped as we went down to the grass. Our bloomer clad legs snaked together as we started to roll wildly about. I got on top and tried to slam her head into the ground but her hands grasped my chin and pushed up. I bit at her fingers and she swatted my face with her left hand. My head whipped to the side but I stayed on top of her. I dropped my hands to her huge tits and dug all ten fingers in, twisting and kneading the dense flesh like when Rosalina made bread. Joanna’s hands filled with my breasts, grasping the hard nipples and bringing them up and down like she was milking a cow. She and I both screamed out as our tits were being ravaged. I gripped her heavy mounds with my nails and pushed them towards her face. She pulled my girls taut and slammed them together. I howled out and fell off of her, clutching my breasts.

We each lay on our backs trying to massage the pain from the wounds we inflicted to the other. Both Sabrina and Jalicia rose and walked towards us but Joanna held up her hand and waved them off. She and I both rolled to our bellies, brought bodies up on hands and knees to stalk towards each other. We came together and wrapped arms around the other’s back, hands slapping and clawing down our backs to the bloomer clad backsides. I felt her fingers slide under the undergarment and her nails nicked at my skin.

“Tramp!” I breathed out hoarsely.

“Bitch!” Joanna returned.

I smacked my hands over her covered ass and grabbed as I twisted to the left, taking us back to the grass. As we rolled with Joanna on top, her hands were trapped under my ass. She adjusted her straddle and I sent a knee between her legs. I saw her eyes bulge and she coughed and rolled off, hands between her thighs. I got up to knees and then to feet, standing over Joanna as she was on her knees, leaning her body into the grass. I grabbed the back of her bloomers and pulled up hard. The move lifted her off her knees with a scream. The garment began to tear in my hands. I dropped her back with the bloomers torn and sliding off her shapely ass. I bent down by her face and Joanna threw dirt at my eyes. I yelled out as I turned and tried to clear my vision. She grabbed my bloomers and pulled them down, her teeth sinking into my right ass cheek. I screamed out as she wrapped her arms around my legs and I went face first to the grass. I kicked back and it caught her in the belly, pushing her off of me.

“Fucking dog!” I growled as I rubbed my hand over the bite mark, rolling over and to my knees. My face was hit with something thick and wet.

“Cow turd!” Joanna laughed. That is when I realized she hit me with a semi fresh cow patty.

“YOU BITCH!” I howled as I grabbed the remnants of the manure and pushed it into her face as I lunged.

The last little bit of clothing each of us wore was left on the grass as we grabbed faces and hair, rolling back and forth. Sweat, bits of grass, mud and manure covered bodies and faces. Our legs tangled and I felt her soaked womanhood grind against my thigh. I pressed my own kitty into her smooth leg.

“I… should … have… had… his… babies…” Joanna croaked out.

“Beat… you… fair… last… time…” I answered back.

Joanna screamed in rage and bit my chin as she rolled on top. Her legs spread open my thighs more and our furry, wet patches met. My hands left her face to rake my nails down her back, to her hips and finally onto her ass cheeks. Her body arched as our tits mashed and pushed out. I wiggled my fingers into the crack of her ass and pushed a finger into her. I groaned out as her bite faltered. I pumped in and out as it caused her hips to slap against mine.

“Dirty… cunt…” Joanna spit down into my face.

I bucked up with our pussies slamming together. The two prostitutes watching us started to finger the other’s pussy as they witnessed the tide of the fight change. I sent my hips up again into Joanna’s and we rolled to our sides. I pushed away but as I moved back, the busty bitch swung her legs around and wrapped them around my head. She rolled me to my back and sat her ass on my face as she looked down at my body. Her hands grabbed my breasts and squeezed. I howled but it was muffled as her wet womanhood pressed down over my lips and nose. I opened my mouth and sunk my teeth into her puffy labia. She screamed like a banshee and fell a little forward. I threw my legs up and locked them around her head as I brought her down. I felt her teeth begin to gnaw at my pussy as I was chewing on hers. Legs tightened over heads as we slowly rolled. We attacked the wet womanhoods with teeth, tongues and lips. Joanna’s hands gripped my ass and like I had done to her earlier, she pushed one of her fingers into my rosebud. I returned the favor as I assaulted her cunt with my tongue. She and I were both writhing against the other and I was on the verge of a thunderous orgasm. I screamed into Joanna’s pussy as I came. My body shook and spasmed! It seemed to be the catalyst for my old rival to answer my orgasm with one of her own. We both shook violently as pungent juices splashed against our faces. I was trying to suck in air but all I got was wet pubic hair and her pussy juice. The black line started to form in my vision as her legs remained clamped over my head. I tried to tighten mine on hers as everything went black.

I woke up as water was splashed onto my face. I opened my eyes to see Jalicia’s battered face smiling. I groaned as I sat up and could see Joanna being helped to a sitting position by Sabrina.

Joanna smiled at me. “You do not disappoint, Ahnalize. This one goes to me.”

I looked at Sabrina who just nodded.

“I am done for today, Joanna,” I hoarsely said, “Give me a week or so before you want to tangle again. I cannot believe you hit me with a cow patty!”

Joanna held her sides as she laughed. “Goddamn I missed fighting you!” Her eyes got serious for a moment. “Ahnalize, I am truly sorry about Robert. Please know that. I do not know how I would have fared as his wife with all you went through. I know about what happened to your mama and papa as well as Hildi and your son. I may not have been strong enough to handle all that, but you were.”

“Will you shut up and stop making me like you, Joanna,” I breathed out but smiled at her.

“Oh hush, we can still catfight if we like each other,” Joanna replied. “Swing by the Palace or Ranch for a drink with me soon.” Both Jalicia and Sabrina helped the Madam onto the wagon as I dressed the best I could, mounted Clem and trotted off towards my home.

At the Church of Eve Camp

Devon Black and Amber Nelson were bathed in sweat as she rode the young man. His hands filled with her large breasts as he kneaded them passionately. Around them, the female members of the church knelt and chanted. Silvia Macon walked to the writhing couple as Devon tensed, his body ready to shoot his seed. She placed the knife in Amber’s hand.

“Make the sacrifice to Eve,” she whispered.

Amber was conflicted on the inside but she dared not show it. As the man under her cried out in orgasm, she plunged the knife over and over into his bare chest. Blood flew and sprayed the sitting women. The rose to lick the blood off Amber’s naked body.

The Cat House, El Paso, Texas

Karen Dempsey folded the telegram she had finished reading. She could not keep the smile from her face. Deanna Mathews, her longtime rival, was dead, along with her daughter, Persephone. The local paper had mentioned it but the telegram she received from one of the girls still loyal to her at the Emerald Palace told her the true story of the catfight to the death. Trixie had sent updates to Karen from time to time. Karen knew that Holly Dee had been arrested and was in a prison in Texas somewhere and that Jennifer had left Rattlers Holler to travel with the brothels falling under new management. Karen had plotted for a return but the busybody, Ahna Stevens was still in town. But still she schemed. Her thoughts were broken as one of the other girls came over.

“Your regular is here, Karen,” Melissa, a slim brunette, said.

“Thank you, Mel,” Karen replied as she stood and adjusted her large chest in her top. Her eyes locked with the young man. “Well hello, lover,” she said with a voice thick as honey. She walked over to take him by his hand up the stairs and to a vacant room. He was tall, well over six feet in height with a strong body. He had shaggy brown hair and a weathered face. To Karen, he appeared to have lived a hard life. There were scars from knife wounds on his chest she saw as he removed his shirt. “How did one so young get so many scars?”

He sat down and leaned back on the bed as Karen began to remove his pants. “I was taken as a baby by a Cheyanne tribe. My aunt and I were raised there. I had to fight from a very young age for everything. So did she. Until we were both accepted by the tribe.” He watched as the mature blonde started to undress.

She smiled as he watched, “So the last time you were here, you wanted to know about my life in Rattlers Holler,” she said as she slowly crawled on the bed with him. “Especially the catfights. There were a few women there I bested. One especially that comes to mind today. This mature redhead named Deanna Mathews. Would you like me to tell you about it?”

His cock grew stiff as she talked. He nodded and licked his lips. Karen mounted his shaft and started to bounce up and down as she regaled him with a retelling of a very raunchy catfight with Deanna and the four way fight between Karen, Deanna, Bella Reed and Ahna Stevens.

An hour later, the young man rode up to the small camp. He got off his horse and walked to the fire to join the two women seated there. The Cheyanne medicine woman burned sage and had both the young man and other woman wave the smoke into their faces.

“So?” The woman asked.

“Karen Dempsey knows her,” he replied. “She even fought her before. When do we go to Rattlers Holler?”

“In due time, nephew,” the woman stated. “First, there are a few women who need to join us on our endeavor.” She reached up to stroke his cheek. “Be patient, Hans. You will see your mother soon and you and I will have our revenge for her abandoning us.”

“I will be patient, Aunt Hilde,” Hans Stevens, once thought dead son of Ahna Stevens, said to his Aunt, Brunhilda Shaft.

Behind them both, the medicine woman smiled. Her twenty year long plan to kill all those who caused the massacre of her village was almost at its conclusion

The Stevens Ranch

I stepped off the porch to accept the telegram from the rider. I tipped him as he got back onto his horse to ride off and I went back to the porch and my cup of coffee. The telegram was from Nettie:

Ahna,

I hope this finds you well. Silvertown has come on some hard times. The silver mines seemed to have dried up with many leaving. I spoke with Julia Vargas and she said she will be moving to Rattlers Holler with Esmerelda and Vanessa. She intends to run the bank that she purchased. Vanessa is up to her ears with staying between the mother and daughter since they seem to go at it at the drop of a hat. The ranch is still doing well as we have a cattle lease with Tuscan. One bit of news that warms my heart is the budding romance between Louise and Billy. Since we all returned from Texas, the pair have been thick as thieves. Both are traveling out to see you and should be arriving in the next few days. If they get married out by you, I better get an invitation from you or you and I will be in a heated catfight! With love, Nettie

I smiled at the news.

Stafford Women’s Prison, Fort Worth, Texas

Stella Cook looked at her reflection in the full length mirror in her room and frowned. The 50 year old, statuesque gray haired warden of the largest women’s prison in the south was not a happy woman. Two years prior, she had lobbied with the governor of Texas that a woman should oversee the rehabilitation of females in the state. He obliged and appointed her in charge. Since that time, she was up to her eyeballs with the dregs of society. She employed women as guards and they were constantly breaking up fights that occurred between the inmates. The constant catfights had Stella changing from a woman who wanted to assist the wayward women in becoming ladies again to encouraging and even participating in the brawls. A widow herself; her husband had suffered a heart attack in the bed of a prostitute. Her loathing for the ladies of the night had them in her crosshairs. Her pondering was interrupted with a knock at her door.

“Yes, Mary?” Stella asked as she returned to her seat at her desk.

“Inmate Holly Dee is here, Ma’am,” Mary said as she leaned her head into through the open door, “Shall I send her in?”

“Yes, please do,” Stella replied. The warden watched as Mary, a voluptuous brunette, led the blonde Holly Dee into the office. Holly’s hair was stringy and her gray smocks were tight over her busty frame. “You may leave us, Mary.”

The guard’s eyebrows raised.

“I am quite capable of handling myself with this woman,” Stella assured her.

The comment earned a smirk from the blonde. Mary gave both women one last look before closing the office door. Warden Cook looked the blonde up and down before motioning the standing woman to the sole chair in front of the desk. Holly sat.

“I do not know if it was divine intervention or just dumb luck but the death sentence you were awarded has been vacated,” Stella Cook said with a frown on her face. “Our soft governor has decided that you will spend the remainder of your days under my watchful eye. I personally would have rather watched you swing as all the whores who tempt good men into beds should.”

Holly could barely contain her happiness. “Sorry to disappoint you, Warden. Was mine the only sentence changed?”

“As a matter of fact no,” Stella said with a sneer. “Some busybody named Loretta Stone and her late husband’s law firm managed to get yours, Bella Reed, and Amy Roberts’ convictions overturned.”

Holly’s eyes twinkled, “So no pardon for Ella Campbell?” After arriving at the prison, she and Ella were housed together. Neither woman had gotten along with the two of them meeting several times to fight in the prison yard and in their cell.

“No,” the warden said as her mouth turned up in a smile. “Miss Campbell and the black woman, Louisa Perkins will be swinging this afternoon. You and that hussy, Bella Reed should be the ones swinging.”

“Why do you hate prostitutes so much, Warden?” Holly inquired.

“Because, tramp,” Stella spit out, “My husband died in the bed of a woman like you. You whores deserve to die and I plan on making your life miserable.”

Holly laughed out loud. “Sounds like she gave him the time of his life!”

Stella Cook stood up quickly and rounded her desk. Her right hand slapped the blond hard across the face. “You bitch!”

Holly brought her face back up to smile at the warden. Her tongue touched the corner of her mouth as she tasted blood. “Tough woman there. I bet had the whore who fucked your dead husband tied up too.”

Stella’s hands clenched and unclenched. Her eyes narrowed at the blonde. “Oh no, you fat titted whore. I bribed the owner to bring her out to my ranch. When he left, I untied her. She could fight, but as you can see, I am here and I burned her dead body to ash.”

“If you untie me, warden,” Holly Dee smiled up at the older woman, “I wouldn’t go down so easy. You may be the one dead.”

Stella Cook smiled. “Mary, come in here,” she shouted out. The guard walked back into the office. “This inmate just threatened me. After the hanging, I think we will have some entertainment. Where is Miss Reed?”

Mary smiled, “She is in one of the sweat boxes, Warden. She attacked one of the guards. She is quite the scratching cat.”

“Good,” Stella smiled down at a frowning Holly Dee. “Tonight it will just be the staff to watch. Have some bring in buckets of water. That way she and Holly here can be fighting in their element. Now that this whore back in the sweat box until tonight.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Mary said as she roughly pulled Holly Dee up and led her out of the office.

Stella Cook sat back down and opened a letter from an old friend.

Dearest Stella,

I hope this letter finds you well and doing Her work at the prison. Your influence and intellect are missed. I have taken the congregation to a new town and hope you will be able to visit us soon. As we did in your town, we will do here. The women of the night will be brought to their knees, not in pleasure but in suffering. If you find yourself near Big Springs, travel west to Rattlers Holler. I hope to see you soon.

All Praise to Eve,

Silvia

Stella folded the letter and smiled. “All Praise to Eve,” she said.

Later in the evening, the guards gathered in the empty yard. They formed a circle around a patch of ground that was a soupy mess. The two former madams were led to the circle. Both women had spent the day in the sweat boxes and their hair hung stringy and the gray smocks they wore were soaked with perspiration. The guards roughly removed both women’s clothing as they were each shoved into the pit of mud.

Stella Cook walked forward. “I don’t think you two whores will be fighting for long as you have been sweating out the hot day. Here is a little motivation for you both. The winner gets her own cell and the loser goes back into the box for the next three days.” She smiled as both Bella and Holly narrowed their eyes at the other.

The two ladies of the night stalked toward the other in the ankle high oozing mud. They each could only bring hands up to their sides as they came together, arms moving around lower backs as heavy tits compressed. Feet slipped as they both went down with a splat in the gooey mud. The guards cheered as the women slipped and slid in the mess. Both women were already exhausted as they struggled. Bella Reed rolled on top and weakly slapped her muddy tits into Holly’s. The younger blonde groaned out as her legs strained to roll them over. She slid up and pushed her mud caked breasts into the older madam’s face. Bella grasped Holly’s hips and using the mud, slid her up and off.

Stella was fuming. “Break them up! Clean them off! I have something else planned.”

The guards moved to separate the two blondes. Water was poured over both to clean off the mud.

“Now,” Stella smiled wickedly, “Hold them up with arms behind their backs.” The guards did as instructed. “Now slam them together!” The guards cheered as Bella and Holly were smacked into the other, their heavy tits clopping. “Do it again!” Stella screamed out.

For the next 10 minutes, the two former madams were forced to roughly titfight while the guards held them up. Both were unconscious and sported bruised tits. They were dropped to the ground as Stella Cook stood over them both. She pressed her boot into the black and blue breasts of Holly Dee. The blonde screamed out.

Stella leaned down, “I am going to make your life a living hell here, whore!” She turned to the guards. “Clean them up and let them heal. When they are better, make their lives unbearable.”

Over the next 8 months, all was quiet in Rattlers Holler. I learned about the Church of Eve but so far they had only grown their numbers. Mostly women but some young men as well. Alice White Owl caught a silver bullet on her wedding night as was very close to giving birth. Young Miriam was attached to Rudy’s hip. She came to the ranch and even at 4 years old, helped with feeding the chickens. Rufus Breecher and Miriam became inseparable. Both Doris and I teased each other about becoming grandmothers, me as a surrogate one for Rufus and her with Miriam and the new baby. Julia Vargas purchased the building that Levi Mathews had built for the town bank, with the Spanish beauty running the place with Vanessa Carrington. Julia’s daughter, Esmerelda, started working at the Emerald Palace as a cook. Her food was the talk of the town. Billy and his now fiance, Louise Hobbs came to the ranch. They stayed with me there as Billy sought work in Rattlers Holler. He was hired on as a town deputy marshal by Ben Brown. Rudy White Owl was also deputized though he split work between the town and the ranch.

The protests started small. A few conservatively dressed women would stand on the street in front of the Emerald Palace and Kat’s Ranch, holding signs and singing church hymns. They tried to shame the men folk who went into the establishments. They also began to hand out flyers, preaching God’s Wrath upon those who frequented the brothels. Madam Joanna Weber laughed it off at first but as less and less men visited, she knew she had to do something.

Town Marshal Ben Brown looked up from his desk as Joanna Weber walked in. He sighed out loud as he knew the reason she was in the office.

“Marshal, you need to do something about this,” Joanna started. “They are outside of my place every day and it is stifling business. The Emerald is more than just a brothel. We have great meals and dancing shows.”

“Ms. Weber,” Ben Brown replied, “They are not doing anything illegal. But I have made some inquiries to some other towns that this church has been to. In a few, all out brawling happened. In one, the town marshal and a few deputies were injured. If this church decides to escalate things, I am ready and will quell it.”

“They are getting more blatant,” Joanna countered. “More than once now, they have tried to instigate a fight with one or more of my girls.”

“They are just trying to bait you, that’s all,” Ben said. “Tell your girls to not give into it because it will be bad for you and not this church. I have already deputized Rudy White Owl and the new fella, Billy Randolph. They will keep an eye out.”

“I hope they do, Marshal,” Joanna said as she turned on her expensive heels and walked to the door. She stepped out and almost bumped into Doris Burns and her daughter, Alice White Owl. The young girl Miriam was holding her grandmother’s hand. “Oh, please excuse me. I need to watch where I am going.”

“No harm done, Madam Weber,” Doris smiled. She looked down the street to the picketing women. “I suppose that is why you are paying the Marshal a visit?”

“It is like finding a roach in your biscuit every morning at breakfast,” Joanna frowned. Then she straightened up, “Mrs. Burns, Mrs. White Owl, I would like to invite you and your family to dinner at the Emerald Palace tonight. No shows or scantily clad women, just good food. I honestly just need some of the locals to visit and see we are not all that bad.”

Doris reached out to pat Joanna’s hand. “Joanna, Harold and I would be happy to attend.”

“As would I,” Alice chimed in. “Miriam is going hunting with her father later, which she loves entirely too much.” Miriam beamed up at Alice. “I do need to eat for two these days,” she said as her hands fell over her pregnant belly.

Joanna smiled at the family, “I will make sure your plate is piled high. Thank you again.”

The Stevens Ranch

I walked into the dining room as Louise Hobbs brought a big plate out for Billy. She leaned down and kissed him. I sat down with a smile as she walked back, Billy flushed and happy.

“Billy,” I said, “I am so happy for you and Louise.”

He looked at me still grinning, the glint of the town deputy marshal’s badge gleamed in the morning light pouring in. “Thank you Miss Ahna. She and I have both had hard lives and we fit together so well.”

“Any issues finding a cottage in town?” I asked as I sipped some coffee.

“A few,” he answered. “When I met the man who showed me the cottage, he and I shook on the sale and I paid him a deposit. But Louise joined me and he told me he had a prior engagement and had to leave. I do not understand.”

I shook my head. “There are some who still see people like Louise as less than what she is. They do not bother to see the good soul inside and rely only on the color of her skin.”

Recognition shown in Billy’s face and his eyes hardened. “She is my woman. Soon to be my wife. If any man says anything or treats her as less than who she is to me, they will have to answer to me.”

I looked past Billy to the door leading into the kitchen. Louise wiped a tear from her cheek as she smiled. “Who was the man, Billy?” I asked.

“Will Conley,” Billy answered.

“Let me smooth things over, Billy,” I said as I knew who was pulling the man’s strings. “If I cannot persuade him, the cottage isn’t worth the trouble but I will find you something else in town.”

Billy opened his mouth but Louise answered for him. “Thank you, Ahna. That would be lovely. You have been more than hospitable to us both.”

“Louise, dear,” I said with a smile. “You are family. And I always take care and protect my family.”

Her gaze was slightly mischievous as she winked at me without Billy seeing it. “Aunt Nettie has told me how loving you are to family.”

I swallowed the coffee wrong and coughed a little. “When the wedding happens, remind me to give Nettie a big hug.”

Billy laughed, “You two do know that I know exactly what you are talking about, right?”

Both Louise and I flushed and couldn’t speak for a moment.

“Something changed when I was shot,” he said, “I can understand things better.” He turned his head at his fiancé. “I knew every time you met with Nettie late at night. Heard it too. I love you because you are a strong adventurous woman.” Louise bent down for a longer kiss.

“You two are damn perfect for each other,” I said as I stood. “Billy, I will see you at the Town Marshal’s office when I speak with Mr. Conley.” I grabbed my belt from the peg on the wall. My two Colt Lightning’s were cleaned and well-oiled with the bone handled bowie knife secured in the back scabbard.

I rode hard into town, part because the chill of the morning felt good and part because I wanted my blood pumping as I met with who I knew I needed to meet with. I got off Clem in front of the Gem Saloon, looped the lead over the hitching post and walked in through the batwing doors.

The sisters, Bailey and Ashley Mathews were seated at a table with a black haired woman who I didn’t know. Ashley saw me first and nudged her sister. The older sister locked eyes with me and smiled.

“Well, well, Mrs. Ahna Stevens,” Bailey said loudly as it caught the attention of her boys seated around the saloon with each slowly standings. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”

I walked to the table as I remained standing. “I would like to know if Will Conley was selling the cottage for you or on his own accord.”

Bailey looked slightly confused. “What cottage?”

“One of the properties that Aunt Deanna left to us,” Ashley answered, earning her a glare from her sister. She returned the look. “We need the money.”

“Fine,” Bailey said to her sister as Will Conley walked up next to me. “Why didn’t you sell the place?”

“Because,” Will said, “I am not going to sell to a ni..” He started to say but I quickly drew my Lightning and pistol whipped him. As he fell to the saloon floor, I heard a large amount of clicks from revolvers and rifles, all aimed at me as I had my Lightning trained on the downed man.

“I don’t like that word, Will,” I said as he tried to rise. “She is the fiancé of the new deputy town marshal. I am here to fix the matter because if he found you, you would be dead. Now, either sell him the property and apologize or return the deposit he made to you.”

I heard a loud exhale of breath, “You took money from him?” The black haired woman asked as she slowly turned in her chair to face Will.

He nodded as he looked at Ashley.

The seated woman followed the look from Will to Ashley, “You do know that puts you and your family in a predicament. One that could find you being sued in a court of law,” the woman looked from younger sister to older sister. “Is she this stupid?” Ashley glared hate at the woman.

“Not usually, but as of late her decisions have not been the best,” Bailey replied. “I am sorry, Loretta.” The elder Mathews sister looked at me and then my pistol. I spun in once and holstered it. “If I knew the relationship between you and the buyer, I would have never had approved the sale. Ashley, return the deposit to Mrs. Stevens.” Ashley looked dumbfounded at her sister. “Now.” The busty Mathews sister nodded at Will. He handed me an envelope.

“I trust the deposit is all there,” I said, taking it. “I would hate to come back here.” My eyes drifted to Bailey.

The elder Mathews’ sister stood and walked to me. She was my height, her breasts jutting from the dress she wore. “Part of me hopes that my dumb cunt of a sister cheated you. That way when you come back here, I will have the pleasure of tossing you out.”

The saloon seemed quieter and the air stilled around us. Then a hand fell onto my shoulder and Bailey’s at the same time. “Ladies, now is not the time to argue. There are more pressing matters for all to attend to,” Loretta said as she pried me and Bailey apart. She looked at me. “My name is Loretta Stone. My firm is representing the Mathews family in all legal matters. Since your business is concluded, I advise you to leave the saloon.”

I gave her a slight nod as I walked out of the Gem.

Back inside, Ashley Mathews stood quickly, “Both of you,” she said pointing her finger at Bailey and then Loretta, “can go fuck yourselves!”

Bailey started to answer, but Loretta Stone held up her hand. “Young lady,” Loretta said as she thrust her chest out. The large breasts were close to equal with the young Mathews sisters. “If someone told you to go fuck yourself, it would be answered back sharply, wouldn’t it?”

Ashley nodded.

“Glad that you agree,” Loretta went on, “Since you have offended me, a reckoning must happen.” She turned to Bailey. “Do you have a private area where we can discuss this?”

Bailey smiled as Ashley glared. “We can go to my cousin’s old home. There is a bare back room with plenty of space for a good discussion.”

“Shall we go there now?” Loretta Stone asked as she returned Ashley’s glare.

“Fine,” Ashley said as she walked with purpose out of the Gem and down the wood planked sidewalk with her sister and Loretta a few paces behind her. Ashley removed a key hidden between her breasts and unlocked the door to her late cousin’s home. She strode through the rooms to the back of the residence where both Jeb Mathew and his father Levi had been murdered. Bailey walked past both women and closed the windows in the room. She started a fire in the fireplace to let the room get uncomfortably warm.

“Godsakes, Bailey,” Ashley complained, “It is like an oven in here.”

“Like you would know anything about a kitchen, whore!” Bailey shot back.

Loretta Stone undid the bun in her black hair, letting it fall down to her mid back. She unbuttoned the back of her dress, slipping her arms out of it and letting it drop to the floor. She reached behind to her lower back and untied her corset, the garment loosening as she pulled it free of her chest. She slipped her arms out of the frilly undershirt she wore and pulled it down, her massive breasts bounced free. She put her hands on her hips, clad in only crotchless pantaloons and her heeled boots. Ashley was sweating as she removed her clothing and stood in a set of crotchless pantaloons. She spit on the wood floor in front of Loretta. The older brunette swung out with a slap that caught the younger Mathews woman across the left side of her face. Ashley’s big tits wobbled as she lunged. The pair of busty women fell hard to the wood floor.

Ashley assumed the older woman would not have the fight to keep up with her. But she was sadly mistaken. Every slap, claw, bite, and grab the Mathews woman threw at Loretta Stone was answered back in kind. The sweat slick bodies slid over the other, huge breasts taking on horrible shapes as they each used nails to pull and gouge the tits. Hands slipped down sweaty backs to latch onto the frilly undergarments which became the focal point of both as they tore the pantaloons off the other. Now naked, save for lace up boots, they heavy titted women clashed on their knees and toppled over to the side.

Bailey was loving every second of it. She had fought her sister many times and seeing the young woman and Loretta Stone go at it, caused the elder Mathews sibling to leak from her pussy. She was so caught up in watching it, she didn’t realize the three of them were no longer alone in the back of the house.

Loretta mounted the younger brunette and stabbed her ten fingers into the big orbs. Her naked hips ground into Ashley Mathews as the younger woman started to moan.

“Get off of my daughter,” the other woman in the room said in a growl. Bailey turned wide eyed as Loretta and Ashley stopped fighting, but the lawyer was still mounted on the busty young woman. “I do not like to repeat myself.” She glared at Bailey.

The older sister moved and pulled Loretta up and off the beaten woman. “Sorry, Mother.”

Constance Mathews knelt next to Ashley. “What was this fight regarding?”

“Ashley offended both myself and Mrs. Stone here,” Bailey said in a timid voice.

“Did she now?” Connie looked down at the shamed face of her youngest daughter. She brought her lips to Ashley’s ear. “You need to right yourself, my child. You will not be able to take your sister’s position without it.” Constance looked back up at her oldest daughter. “So you have been running this town for almost 9 months, and what do you have to show for it? You have a cult protesting and driving business away from places that pay you tax. Money that should be coming in hand over fist. I am here to make sure things get back on track.” The woman looked hard at the three women in the room. “Bailey, you remain as the figurehead. But everything you plan goes through me. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mother,” Bailey nodded.

Constance stood and offered her hand to Loretta Stone. “I appreciate you trying to teach my youngest manners, but if you ever lay a finger on my family again, they will not find what is left of you. Am I clear?”

Loretta kept a poker face on as she nodded.

“Good,” Constance said. “Now, everyone clean yourselves up. I am hungry.”

As dinner time came in Rattlers Holler, Joanna Weber had her girls at Kat’s Ranch come out to the balcony overlooking the street to heckle the Church of Eve Protesters, who were both at the Ranch and at the Emerald Palace. The ones at the Palace moved closer to Kat’s Ranch.

The dinner time rush had the Emerald Palace crowded. Doris Burns, her husband Harold and their daughter, Alice White Owl sat and ate. Esmerelda Del Santos’ cooking was amazing. A few tables away, Constance Mathews sat with her daughters, Bailey and Ashley.

“Who is that family?” Connie whispered to Bailey.

“That is the Burns family,” Bailey said as her eyes narrowed. “Alice, the pregnant one is who Persephone granted custody of Miriam to. Though I hate to admit it, Alice has been a good mother to Miriam.”

“I see,” Constance stated as she looked to her other daughter, who was staring intently at the family. “Anything to add, Ashley?”

The youngest Mathews woman blushed, “Um, no mother.” Her voice was quiet and Connie knew she was holding something back.

As they finished their meal, the Mathews women rose with Constance reaching into the oversized bag she carried, removing a hand stitched doll. She walked to the table where the Burns family sat. Harold noticed her walking to the table and started to stand but Constance waved for him to sit.

“I apologize for the interruption to your dinner,” she said, as she held the doll out. “My name is Constance Mathews. Though our families have had history, I do not hold any ill will towards your family. Please give this to your daughter. A girl should always have dolls to play with.”

It was the way she said girl that caught Alice’s attention. She had heard that voice before. She snapped back to the present as she could see her mother’s eyes narrow. She reached with her right hand to place it on Doris’s left. “Thank you so much. She will love it,” Alice said graciously, taking the doll from Constance.

“I hope you all have a good evening,” Connie said as she walked past the table and out the batwing doors.

“I suggest you burn that doll,” Doris stated as her eyes glared at the back of the Mathews women.

“Oh I intend to, but I didn’t want to cause a scene,” Alice replied to her mother and father.

Joanna walked up, “How was your dinner?”

“Magnificent, Madam Weber,” Doris said with a smile.

“Your cook has some talent,” Alice added as she rubbed her protruding belly. “Both of us are full and content.”

“I will pass that along to her,” Joanna beamed. “My plan is for this place to be more family friendly than my other establishment.”

Doris laughed, “Well I intend to frequent here with Harold. Now if you try and coax him to your other establishment, you and I will have a very long disagreement.”

Joanna laughed, “Now what kind of host would I be if I tempted all the men folk? I would have the women of this town lining up to tar and feather me.”

Just then, shouts came from outside the Emerald Palace. Shouts of sinner and abomination could be heard.

“Well,” Joanna huffed. “That damned church has seen through my ruse. I apologize if you are shouted at on your way out.” She moved from the table to the entrance to the Palace.

Harold led Doris and Alice out of the Emerald Palace into a large group of women with signs talking about damnation for all who frequented brothels. Mr. Burns tried to place himself between the crowd and his wife and daughter. Behind them, other townsfolk attempted to get by with Harold getting bumped into one of the protesters. He was smacked with a sign with Doris coming to her husband’s defense. Mrs. Burns was slapped across the face by a very pregnant blonde woman and Alice stepped up to the woman.

“Do not touch my mother, hussy!” Alice yelled out.

“You and your family are going to hell!” Amber Nelson screamed back at her. She stepped forward and bumped her swollen belly into Alice’s belly.

It was like a lit match striking dry timber. The townspeople as well as Joanna and some of her girls started fighting with the Church of Eve protesters. Harold was kicked in the balls and fell to the ground as Doris found herself pulling hair with a young brunette.

Amber Nelson pushed Alice Night Owl back as the pair of women found themselves away from the mass fight on the street and in the alleyway between the Palace and the next building over.

“You bitch!” Alice cried out as she slapped the blonde woman across the face.

“Whore!” Amber yelled back as she reached for the brunette’s hair.

Their pregnant bellies bumped as the women pushed the other into the walls of the two buildings. Both sets of breasts were swollen and threatened to push out their dresses. A slap from Alice missed Amber’s face and landed on the swell of cleavage. Fingers gripped the top of the dress and pulled as they stumbled. The top gave way with Amber’s ample bosom free from its confines. She growled in anger and grabbed Alice’s dress at the cleavage and ripped down.

“Slut!” Amber hissed as she grabbed both of Alice’s breasts with her fingers.

“Cunt!” Alice growled back as her own fingers filled with huge tits.

The large breasts were squeezed and pulled as the two young women howled in pain. Excess tit flesh oozed through spread fingers. The struggle caused the dresses to work down over their oversized bellies. Hands left breasts and reached back for hair as they pressed bellies and leaned forward, big tits mashing and spreading out.

“Dear god! Alice!” Doris Burns yelled out causing both pregnant women to push away. A member of the Church of Eve pushed passed to help Amber to her feet as Doris did the same for her daughter. “If this baby was harmed in any way, I will kill all of you!”

“Same goes for you, wretch!” Silvia Macon said from behind all the women in the alley. “You will all soon reap it!” Both Alice and Amber were dressed the best they could.

Doris, Harold and Alice left the scene as Town Marshal Ben Brown and Deputy Billy Randolph dispersed the crowd. They walked up to the doctors residence to make sure Alice and the baby were ok. As they reached the door, Alice bent over in pain, the ground wet at her feet. Dr. Samantha Breecher opened the door as Alice Night Owl went into labor.

Back at the Church of Eve compound, Amber Nelson was in a similar state. The women there had assisted in delivering babies for years. The labor was quick lived as the young blonde pushed and heard the unmistakable cry of a baby. Amber had tears of joy in her eyes until they met the eyes of the women and Silvia Macon.

“What…what is wrong?” Amber asked.

Silvia walked over, “I am so sorry, my dear,” Silvia said in a soft voice. “You had a boy, not a girl.”

Amber’s eyes went wide in horror. She knew what happened to the men of this church and knew what would happen to her son.

“You will need to finish with birthing,” Silvia said as she touched the woman’s forehead. “Then you can nurse him. Make him strong for his sacrifice to Eve.”

All Amber could do was nod her head at her leader. She had been with the church for years. Had been the one to sacrifice men to Eve, had seen male babies be killed, but this was her child, her son.

Hours later as the compound was quiet, Amber Nelson, with her son’s mouth attached to her breast to keep him silent, left the Church of Eve and staggered towards town.

There was a loud and rapid knocking at the door to Samantha Breecher’s home. Only an hour prior she had sent Alice home with her new daughter. She was tired but got up to answer the door. She opened the door to find a disheveled young woman and newborn baby at her doorstep.

“Please help me,” Amber Nelson sobbed. “They will take him, they will kill him.”

Mathias joined his wife as she led the woman into the parlor. He listened as Amber told him and Sam about the church and what they would do.

“Get the wagon ready, Mathias,” Sam said, “We are going to Ahna’s ranch. She is the best one to provide a safe place for them both.” He nodded and went to get the wagon. “We are going to ride out to Ahna Steven’s ranch. She will be able to help you.”

Amber’s eyes went wide at the name because it was one of the names on the list Persephone Morgan had given to Silvia Macon when they first met. A list of people the church needed to kill.

Ashley Mathews woke up with a start. She knew she was in her bedroom and it was the middle of the night. She also knew she was not alone. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could see clearly the woman seated next to the bed.

“Mother?” Ashley asked as she sat up, clutching the sheets to her naked body.

“My dear, sweet girl,” Constance said in a whisper. “You have not fared well here, have you?”

“There have been a few setbacks,” Ashley admitted, “But I will remedy them.”

“Will Conley tells me that it was you who orchestrated your Aunt’s and Cousin’s demise,” Constance said as she leaned towards her daughter, her large bare breasts swaying slightly. “You have always had the best choice in lovers. I mean you knew Deanna and Persephone were both fucking him, but your heavenly pussy caused him to side with you. I taught you well.”

Ashley sat up more as she let the sheets drop. “So you are fucking Will as well?”

“I am,”Constance said as she leaned even closer to show her daughter the smile on her face. “Do you have an issue with that?”

“I may,” Ashley breathed out heavily.

“Before you try and do something about it,” Connie stated. “I want to let you know how much like me you are. More than your sister is. Before you and Bailey came here, when you were in Chicago, you assumed I was back in Washington, correct?”

“Yes,” Ashley said confused.

“I was actually here in Texas, have been for almost a year,” Constance said, “I make sure any correspondence goes through DC before it gets to you. Though you believe you started the downfall of Deanna and her daughter, it was actually me. I killed your Uncle Levi. I slit his throat and told young Alice to run. You see for years, it had been Deanna who really ruled. Her sister, my other cousin, Sara, tried to take over, but that dumb cow was in love with her brother, Levi. And Persephone was Levi’s child as well. Sara failed and Deanna killed her after an hour of bloody naked combat. A reason that Deanna did not want me near was that she could never beat me in a fight. Not since we were young girls. She was afraid I would come and take her place. So I decided to quicken the end for her. You, my lovely daughter, have much of me in you. You and Will got them to fight the other, to kill the other. And when the time comes, I will back you when you try to usurp your sister.”

Ashley was breathing heavily as she listened. “You will?”

“Of course, Ashley,” Constance said as her right hand gripped her daughter’s left hand. “But I cannot have you losing every time you fight.”

“I don’t lose!” Ashley said loudly. “I beat that whore, Dolly!”

“Fighting saloon girls is one thing, but women like your sister or Lauretta Stone are different. That requires more ruthlessness. Do you understand?”

Ashley nodded.

“So here begins another lesson for you,” Constance said as she pushed her youngest daughter back onto her bed. She tore the sheets off and mounted Ashley. “Now, I have a good amount of that stud, Will’s, cum in me. I will keep him unless you can beat me. But I wonder if you are up to it?”

Ashley growled as she immediately reached for her mother’s dark hair, pulling the older woman into smack of busty bodies. The two women hissed as mother and daughter began a catfight that would last the entire night.

This Story Continues in Chapter 16. Stay Tuned to Fights.Sexy for It’s Release.

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