The Big, The Bad and The Bodacious, part 2
by GJ



Dear readers: This story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons,
settings, or other story elements are strictly coincidence. I hope you enjoy.

Well it came to pass that all four BB&B women spent several days on the trail
eating beef jerky, hardtack, beans and coffee. They were unwashed and sported
thick matted bushes under their arms and surrounding their pussies. They were
sure ripe. Then suddenly, over a hill they spotted the town of Bad Luck. As
these man killers rode in they saw a sign saying "You Are Not Welcome In Bad
Luck" .......Pop. 112. Soon they were in the town proper. It was run down with
mangey dogs barking in the street. The physical buildings were few ( a bank, a
saloon, a feed store, a whore house, a rooming house, a Western Union shack,
and a black smithy) No sherif's office was in evidence. The dusty, dirty ,
hungry group longed for a hot bath, some good food and good red eye, oh and
some good sex( not necessarily in that order).

As the motley, yet devastatingly beautiful women dismounted, their spurred
boots made a loud "TING" in unison. Well after all, imagine the power in those
legs. Each pair could snap the neck of a bull elephant if need be. Hattie
suggested that they split up and meet back at the saloon, which was named
Death's Door, for some fun and lots of drinking. The other three ladies
agreed. They each unhitched their own saddle and bags, and hoisted them up
quite easily in one powerful arm. The sweat that had pooled there was in
evidence because each Knockout Lady had no sleeves on her cotton tunic, which
was sticking to each woman's back and eight pack abs.

Now Hattie decided to get a hot bath right away, Consuela wanted to shoot a
game of pool, Willa wanted a drink right away, and Freida wanted a big steak.
So off they went to explore Bad Luck, where they would find their own
particular brand of contentment. As they looked about, they all were wondering
where the population of the town had gone too, the streets were empty except
for them.

Hattie saw a sign saying Rooms for Rent.....Hot Bath $1. She headed in that
direction. Finding no one at the front desk, she began walking towards a room
with a huge wooden tub. She began to take bucketfuls of water by a pail and
fill it up. Now each bucket, with its contents, weighed at least 60 lbs.
Hattie speeded up the process by carrying two in each hand. Finally the tub
was full and the soap she found made it soapy and fragrant. Hattie undressed
quickly, peeling off her sweat and dirt -filled trail clothes. She even
sniffed at herself saying, "Wow I am ripe, aren't I.." Then taking out her
gun, she placed it beside the cheap towel she found in the room. Within
moments she was luxuriating in the warm, soapy liquid. Soon it began to darken
and the water had a scummy film on top made up of body dirt and other assorted
bacteria.

As she washed down her muscles, they became soapy and wet and slick. Her hand
slipped into the tub and came to rest on her bushy pussy. Looking around, she
thought, "Why the hell not", and began to finger herself feeling her need come
to the surface, as the warmth of the water turned her one. Closing her eyes
she inserted two more fingers and sighed contentedly. Just as the beginnings
of her first orgasm in days came to fruition, she heard a noise. Opening her
eyes, she saw the dirtiest, nastiest pervert standing in front of her. His
eyes were transfixed on her huge melon-like chest. He began drooling over her
hard, taut, wet, inviting muscles. He happen to have a six gun pointed at her
head. As she propped up on one solid arm, looking him right in the eyes, this
low life spoke. " You must be one of those bitches we heard were coming this
way. We have been expecting you. First I am going to fuck you then I am going
to kill you and probably fuck you again, hehehehe." Hattie noticed his
blackened, discolored teeth, as he laughed. "I want those", she thought.

Giving him the most seductive look, Hattie stood up in the tub, showing off
her powerful body to her would-be attacker. He could see her matted pubic
hair, her glistening eight pack, her huge, rippling legs, her face crushing
arms, and of course her very ripe tits. He came in his filthy, stinking pants.
Speaking in the most seductive voice, his Goddess whispered, "No need for that
Big Boy, I need it bad, come play with me...come closer..that's it, now put
down that shootin iron and join me...mmmmmmmmmm the water feels so good and I
want your big, hard cock in my wet, waiting mouth." That did he, this fool
lowered his piece, so that he might use his other one. He stepped closer as
Hattie held out her slick arms. The killer saw her huge fists dripping in soap
and for one brief instant regretted his action . TOO LATE!

Hattie punched him in the nose with her left hand. She heard a CRACKKK and
soon she was covered in blood. He bled like a spigot on a watering trough.
Soon it turned the bath water red and grey( ruined nose fragments, snot and
cartilage). Hattie's victim raised his hands instinctively to stench the flow
that leaked out so copiously. Big Mistake. Hattie blasted him in the gut with
an uppercut. It lifted him off his feet and also broke something inside , kind
of like a blood bag filled with rot gut whisky , beans, beef jerky, and other
assorted goodies. He began projectile vomiting and puked at least 5 feet
against the wall near the tub.

Thinking, "I love this job", to herself Hattie waited as the now beaten killer
doubled over. Mistake Number Three. Hattie twisted her right foot and came up
with a punch so powerful, it broke this fool's jaw and knocked out all of his
teeth at the same time. That was the good part. The bad part was that these
dirty, discolored trinkets all landed in the tub, where Hattie was standing.
Maybe she could get them later, after they soaked for a bit. The tub turned
redder still. Now it had jaw fragments, stringy-red teeth dust and assorted
other body fluids floating on top.

Hattie, stepping out of the tub, took her ruined-faced man in one hand and
examined him. His nose was destroyed. His jaw was split down the middle and
unhinged. He had one lone tooth in his mouth. Huge tears were dripping from
his eyes. The pain was unbearable. He vaguely heard his female Tormentor say,
You stay awake until I give you permission to pass out. You will have to ask
me nicely for that , you worthless piece of shit. Now dip your head in the
water and get on your knees." He did just that. Most of his ruined face juice
was washed away and added to the gore that was slowly taking over the tub.
Then he got on his knees.

Hattie pushed him down roughly on the cold stone floor and sat on his face.
Her ass checks molded his nose and mouth perfectly although her's was solid as
a rock. "You interrupted my bath, Mr No Face, now clean my asshole and do a
good job or I WILL BREAK SOMETHING ELSE ON YOU! He moaned, as her ass bit down
harder, robbing him of precious air. Still he refused so Hattie hauled off and
punched him in the chest, caving it in like a mallet hitting a cardboard box.
CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKK! Hattie was rewarded by feeling a thick liquid squirt all
over her ass cheeks. She turned to see internal red blood seeping from between
the cheeks of her perfect, yet still dirty ass.

Hearing her ass-wipe shutter, Hattie rose up and gave him much needed air.
"Now do it, or I break something else...maybe I will peel each one of these
here plums you got hangin down ." She took one in hand and began to squeeze.
That did it. Mr Ass Wipe stuck in his tongue and cleaned everything he found
inside. It took a good ten minutes to accomplish.

After that Hattie commanded him to lick her pussy. As he began she thought,
"Never had a man with a split jaw do that, must be painful, I recon." As he
got into it, she began to moan and jerk and gyrate. Her muscular body weight
was pulverizing her underling. More blood spilled. He wouldn't last much
longer. "Faster, harder, my bitch, make me cum now!" He thrust his tongue deep
and played with her until she could hold back no more. He was rewarded, if one
could say that, with a river of the hottest, wettest cum that issued forth
from her huge pussy.

Eventually, Hattie came to her senses and stood. As she looked down, her
wannabe rapist was covered in her jism. He was turning blue as it filled up
his entire body cavity and was seeping out of his nose, mouth, ears, and ass.
Bending down, she pressed her size 11 foot over his ruined mouth and no-nose.
Her huge, wet calf was dripping with his face. Stepping down, she heard a deep
crunching noise. Pressing harder, she saw his head split apart. Satisfied,
Hattie wiped off her foot as best she could.

As she headed for some clean clothes in her saddlebag, she thought, "I knew he
was a dumb fuck. He had NO BRAINS IN HIS HEAD..HAHAHAHA."