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A Dirty Western 2 – Comanche Joe
A bounty hunter chases an old nemesis.
Taggert shifted in his saddle to get a better look at the ground in front of him. He had been tracking the outlaw for only a few days and it appeared he was gaining ground by the recent signs that were left. The man he was following had a small Indian pony and two mules, making the trail obvious enough that any blind fool could have figured out which direction to go.
The big man rode quietly down the trail letting the mare pick her way as he pondered his next move. He would have liked to have picked up a better horse in town, but he hadn’t seen one that was superior to the mare he was riding. It would take some time to find a mount as good as the gelding he had lost in a recent gun battle.
He shaded his eyes and focused on a plume of smoke that was rising a mile directly ahead of him and wondered if Comanche Joe had decided to set up camp early for the day. A few minutes later it was obvious that the fire was much bigger than it would be for a camp and he instinctively knew there was trouble ahead. He pulled his rifle and kicked the mare into a lope as he readied the gun for action.
Comanche Joe stood by nervously and watched without comment as the Comanche burned the small, half built barn. A group of six warriors had descended on the homestead a few minutes before he had arrived and were furiously destroying everything they could find. Had the small cabin not been made of stone it would undoubtedly been in flames as well.
Two of the bucks had a man on the ground and were kicking him as if it were a game, while two more held a woman between them. Here eyes filled with tears as she watched her husband being beaten in their front yard.
The Indians finally quit kicking the man when they realized he was unconscious and turned their attention to the woman. With little fanfare, the leader of the group began ripping off her clothing as she was held in place by the other warriors. Within minutes she was completely nude in front of them and it wasn’t difficult to figure out what their plan was.
Joe moved further back and sat quietly on a freshly cut stump as the leader directed the woman be bent over a sawhorse. She was quickly moved into place and tied tightly before the men began to strip off their leather britches. The leader moved behind her, and without hesitation, roughly shoved is hard cock into her pussy. She screamed at the intrusion but there was no way for her to avoid the attack and the warrior wasted no time in building speed. He pumped in and out of her angrily while occasionally slapping her ass and leaving handprints. He pounded into her brutally for almost ten minutes before shooting his load and stepping aside.
Once the first man finished the rest took turns fucking her on the sawhorse. Her ass began to shine red from the slaps it received and her pussy eventually overflowed with semen. It was over an hour later when the last man finished with her and began to get dressed. The leader pulled a knife from his belt and put it to her throat. He would have dispatched her then and there, but was interrupted by Joe.
Taggert moved slowly through the trees and down the slope that led to the smoke he had seen. Now that he was close enough, he could make out the figures at a small old line cabin at the base of the slope. He counted six Comanche plus Joe, who was standing back and watching as a woman was tied down and assaulted. He knew better than to rush in and try to save her as six Comanche would be more than he could handle. He sat back and watched as the men repeatedly raped the woman on the sawhorse.
He didn’t move from his position until the lead buck put the knife to the woman’s throat. Even then, he only looked through his small binoculars to make sure there were no scouts arriving that had found his horse hidden on the other side of the ridge. It surprised him that Comanche Joe appeared to be bargaining for the woman’s life.
Taggert watched in interest as Comanche Joe went to his pack horse and brought several small items back to the leader. It was impossible to make out what it was from this distance, but the Indian seemed pleased, and let out a war whoop before hopping onto his horse and riding out with the other Comanche close behind.
Comanche Joe wiped the sweat from his brow and Taggert could see that he was obviously shaken from the encounter with his long lost tribe. The fear was well placed because the big buck could just as easily killed them all without a worry. The small man had managed to bargain his way out of a sticky situation.
“Why take the risk?” Taggert muttered to himself. These settlers were stupid for ignoring all the warnings in town and then squatted in a cabin that had been raided many times in the past year. Comanche Joe’s motives became more clear a few minutes later when he dropped his pants and moved behind the tied woman.
Taggert chuckled to himself as the little man tried to mount her from behind only to find he was too short. He waddled, pants around his ankles, to the wood pile and rolled a block of wood behind her to stand on. It was comical to watch as the small rat faced fiend climbed onto the stump and sunk his cock to the hilt. The woman barely registered the assault as he pounded away, grunting and groaning as he balanced on his makeshift stepstool.
It didn’t take Joe long before he was cumming in the slick pussy before him. He moaned loudly and then began convulsing as if having a seizure, and then fell off the stump onto his hairy ass. Taggert had to stifle another laugh and took his hat off to wipe the sweat from his brow. Instantly, a bird chirped to the right side of the clearing and Taggert realized an Indian was watching him. He had heard enough calls in the past to know a warning and Joe reacted with a quick look around and began pulling up his pants.
Taggert hunkered down in his position until he was sure he couldn’t be seen before removing his hat and jacket. He left them laid out in the same spot and moved carefully back along the trail taking care not to let himself be spotted again.
Comanche Joe was warily looking around but pretending he had no idea what was happening. He moved to the front of now unconscious woman and dropped his pants again. Moving closer to her, he tried to get his flaccid cock into her mouth but could not. He cursed as he waddled to get his piece of wood to make it easier. Once in place, he climbed onto it and began trying to fuck her face with his small limp tool.
Taggert reset about thirty feet up the trail at a location he felt would most likely be the angle his attacker would take. He watched Joe’s shenanigans and realized the small man had positioned himself an arms length from an ax.
‘Having a scout, and now using himself as bait,’ Taggert thought to himself, ‘old Joe is smarter than most people give him credit.’ The big man held his position behind a large tree as he waited for what he believed would be an attack. In the meantime, Joe continued to use the hapless woman’s mouth. Within minutes a small Indian appeared and moved quietly toward the bounty hunter’s last position. There was no sound, and the dirt caked knife did not reflect any sunlight, but Taggert knew it would be razor sharp.
The Indian passed five feet from him and he waited patiently before stepping out from behind the tree and advancing toward his opponents back. The Indian whipped around but Taggert had timed his punch perfectly, and landed a solid fist to the chin. The dark skinned foe dropped to the ground and the big man was on top and ready to continue pounding away. It wasn’t necessary, because the attacker was already unconscious.
Taggert took the knife from the ground and was about to dispatch the small Comanche when he noticed something. This Indian was a female! He was confused by this, since Comanche would never let a woman join a war party. He started to cut her throat anyway, but something stopped him again. Hesitating, he pulled off her leather britches and began slicing them into long rawhide strips.
Using several pieces to keep her hands behind her back, he used two more to bind her feet before hog tying her with another. Finally, a longer piece was wrapped around her neck and secured to a medium sized tree. He had enough leather for a gag, so he strapped it tightly into place before moving down the trail to work his way behind Joe.
Comanche Joe was pushing his small cock in and out of the barely conscious woman’s mouth. She tried to suck him the best she could, probably thinking he was one of the group that had ridden away.
Joe was still watching and waiting for his back up to bring the intruder to him, like she had done several times before. The girl was a wild woman, and she was more than a match for most of the men Joe had ever met. He was so confident in her abilities that his focus shifted to face fucking the tied woman in front of him.
Balancing on the stump he developed a rocking motion with a weird rhythm that was beginning to build his orgasm. He grunted and groaned as his pubic hair banged repeatedly into her nose and the strokes began to quicken. Joe used her hair as a handle and brutally fucked into her mouth until finally shooting a small load of cum into her.
Joe was weak kneed and struggling to keep his balance on the stump when he felt the knife at his throat. “That didn’t take long,” Taggert said as he nicked Joe’s skin with the blade.
“Who are you?” Joe asked in a raspy voice.
“I’m the guy with the knife,” Taggert quipped. He pulled the smaller man off the stump and frog marched him with pants around his ankles to a nearby tree. Picking up a rope on the way, Taggert tossed the coil over a heavy branch and tightened the loop end around Joe’s neck. Within a few seconds Comanche Joe was on his toes, trying to take the strain off his throat. Taggert took the belt from the trader’s pants and secured his hands behind his back before heading over the hill to get his horse.
Returning a few minutes later he found the naked woman was completely awake and fighting her bonds so he cut her loose. She fell to the ground and crawled over to her husband, still unconscious from the beating, and began to weep. Taggert ignored her and headed up the hill to pick up the Indian he had left there.
The young girl was fighting mad when he arrived were he had left her. She was struggling against the rope around her neck to the point it was drawing some blood, and her wrists were rubbed raw. She stopped moving when he put the knife to her throat and cut the rawhide that held her to the tree. Once free of this bond, she began trying to fight him even though she was still hog tied.
“You got some spunk, ain’t ya,” Taggert grinned. He easily hoisted her over his shoulder and made his way back to the yard.
Comanche Joe had managed to get his balance and was keeping still enough to make it easier to breath. His eyes grew wide when he saw the girl slung carelessly over the big man’s shoulder. Taggert put her on the sawhorse where the older woman had been tied and cut her feet loose from her hands. He had to hold her firmly while tying her neck tightly to the wooden stand and she didn’t quit fighting until he finished tightly strapping her hands and feet in place.
“God damn, mister,” Joe croaked, “you done it now. She’s gonna kick your ass when she gets loose.”
“Not likely,” Taggert replied. He pulled his canteen from his saddle and took a drink.
“That bastard raped me!” the woman on the ground suddenly exclaimed. She jumped up and ran toward Joe. Taggert smiled at the sight of the naked woman sprinting across the yard with her small tits bouncing around. It was even more comical to see Joe’s reaction as he squealed like a stuck pig and, restrained by the rope around his neck, ran in tiny circles to get away from her. It began even more hilarious when he actually managed make her miss, which sent her sprawling face first into the dirt. Taggert chuckled and made his way over to Joe and thwarted the woman’s next attack.
“That bastard raped me,” she screamed as Taggert held her back.
“He didn’t use too much,” Taggert said, nodding at Joe’s shrunken cock, “and besides, you owed him that much.” The woman stopped short and stared open mouthed at Taggert’s comment.
“I OWE him?” she screamed, “How the hell do I owe him? He and his friends raped me!”
“Joe here saved your life,” Taggert said. “He bought you from those other Comanche before they could kill you. If it weren’t for him, you and your man would be dead.” The woman stared daggers at Taggert and opened her mouth to say something but then closed it before walking around him and back to her husband.
“It’s true,” Joe echoed, “I did save her, and it cost me a pretty penny too. Does this mean your going to let me go?” Taggert turned back to the weasel and looked him in the eye. Joe saw no mercy in the bounty hunter and cringed as he was approached by the larger man.
“Depends,” Taggert said evenly, “where are you going with all those supplies?”
“Going to do some trading with the Indians.”
Taggert reached up and grabbed the rope coming over the limb and pulled hard. Joe’s feet left the ground and kicked wildly as he struggled to breathe. Taggert held the rope for a few seconds and then released it, dropping Joe back to the dirt.
“Don’t like that answer,” Taggert mused, “want to try again?”
“It’s for Tom… Davis…” Joe said as he gasped for air, “Honest mister… it’s for him and his gang… of thugs.”
“Where are you supposed to meet them?”
“I’m not,” he panted, “I was supposed to give them burros to another man in town, but he got into some trouble. I have to meet him on the trail two days ride from here. His name is Jack.”
“Yes… that’s the man,” Joe was regaining his composure as his lungs finally filled completely with air. “That’s all I know, I swear. I told you everything, are you gonna let me go now?”
Taggert wasn’t listening any more. Jack Stanton was known for his abilities with explosives and had run with rough crowds in the past. What would Tom Davis want with explosives? There was movement to his right and he quickly looked in that direction to see the Indian girl trying her bonds again.
“Why is that girl with you,” Taggert asked.
“I bought her,” Joe replied. “She’s Hopi from out west. The Navajo caught her as a little girl and sold her to the Comanche. She was raised Comanche, but they never treated her like a girl since she’s half white. She don’t speak no English, but she knows a lot of Injun.”
“What the hell did you buy her for?”
“I thought she was cute and I wanted to bed her. I only got to fuck her once and she wouldn’t let me touch her again.” Taggert shot him a disapproving glance. “She was grown when I got her,” Joe said defensively, “she just don’t like men.”
Taggert walked over to the young girl and took a closer look. She was long and lean, unlike typical Comanche women. She appeared to be in her late teens, judging by her still firm breasts and athletic body. Her bare ass was striped with old and new switch marks, probably from Joe trying to get her to do his bidding. Taggert could see the white lineage in her long legs and he realized she was probably taller than a lot of men he knew, including Joe.
“I’ll buy her,” Taggert said suddenly, surprising both Joe and himself.
“Buy her?” Joe coughed, “I don’t want to sell her.” The big man covered the yard in three quick strides and the knife was again at the trader’s throat.
“Although,” Joe squeaked, “I can change my mind on this subject at any time. You know she won’t stay with you. Once you untie her, she’s going to try to kill you and then catch up with me.”
“I’ll take my chances,” Taggert replied. He removed the knife and glanced over to make sure the girl was watching. “Tell her you’re going to sell her to me.”
Joe cleared his throat and began speaking in Cherokee. Taggert understood enough to make sure he was telling her what he wanted. The girls eyes opened wide and she shook her head as much as possible the way she was tied.
“She don’t want to go with you,” Joe said.
“Yeah, I got that.” Taggert pulled a small gold piece from his pocket and held it up for the girl to see. He placed it in Joe’s shirt pocket as she watched from the sawhorse, shaking her head in disapproval.
“Wait a minute,” Joe started as his trader demeanor automatically kicked in, “I paid a lot more than that for her!” He stopped as Taggert turned to stare at him, “of course this is a negotiation. I accept your offer.”
“Tell her,” the bounty hunter prodded. Joe set off in a rapid tirade of Cherokee that included a few sentences about how he was getting ripped off, but in the end, explained that she now belonged to Taggert.
“She don’t want to go with you,” he said finally, “and if she does, she’ll sure enough try to kill you first chance she gets.”
“So let’s get that over with,” said Taggert as he approached the girl with the knife in hand. Unlike Joe, she didn’t cringe or even move, although he was sure she must be scared. He ran the sharp knife between her legs and down to the rawhide before cutting her bonds. She blinked in surprise but stayed still. He repeated the process with her neck rope, and then her hands, before stepping back.
“You done it now,” Joe yelled out from across the yard, “she’s going to kick your ass.”
“What’s her name?”
“What’s her name?” Taggert repeated as he watched the Indian girl get up and rub her raw wrists.
“Lomasi,” Joe said.
Taggert laughed loudly and the girl turned red before charging at him. He easily side stepped and with a push, sent her sprawling. She quickly regained her footing and turned to attack again. Circling more cautiously, Lomasi moved in a clockwise fashion, trying to get the big man off balance.
Taggert took a few steps back and took the knife out of is belt. The girl stopped for a split second, but then continued circling. Taggert smiled at the lack of fear and flipped the knife between them, causing the blade to stick in the ground.
“You got a death wish mister?” Joe exclaimed, “she’s going to cut you a new one!”
Lomasi stopped again with a surprised look on her face and then smiled. She sprang forward toward the knife expecting her opponent to do the same. Grabbing the handle, she scurried backward before he could catch her, only to realize he had never moved.
The Indian girl was furious at Taggert’s display of superiority in allowing her the blade. Her face reddened in anger and she lunged forward quickly, catching him off guard with her speed. Lomasi began circling again and smiled as a small amount of blood began to appear from a new nick in his belly.
Taggert quickly regrouped and smiled at the Hopi. She smiled back and shifted the knife to her other hand. The next attack came quickly, but Taggert was ready for her as he had seen this style of hand to hand fighting in the past. She rushed forward with the knife in her left hand but changed to the right just before getting to him.
Taggert shifted to one side and caught her knife hand, using it and her momentum to throw her heavily to the ground. When Lomasi bounced back to her feet, Taggert had the knife and was waving it at her. She was obviously furious with the way he was taunting her, but stayed back with a new found respect. He flipped the knife some 30 feet behind him and she rushed at him again.
This time Lomasi tried to kick him in the groin but Taggert was already well to one side before she could connect. She wheeled to attack again, but was stopped by a solid left hand to the face. With blood dripping from her nose and down her lip she staggered back a few feet and took a few seconds to regain her composure. This time she came at him cautiously before ducking down to grad a handful of dirt to throw in his eyes.
She never got the chance to release it, because Taggert had stepped forward and blocked her arm with his knee. She looked up in time to see his fist coming at her, but couldn’t move out of the way as it connected with her chin. For the second time in the same day, Taggert had knocked her unconscious.
“Holy shit!” Joe shouted, “you beat that bitch to death! I whipped her ass before, but you done killed her!”
“She ain’t dead,” Taggert growled. He moved to his horse and pulled the canteen off the saddle before striding over to the prone girl. He tipped it slightly and a small amount of water splashed across her face, bringing her sputtering back. She sat in the dirt with a glazed look in her eyes as the fog slowly faded. Taggert squatted in front of her as she regained her senses and slowly stood up.
“Tell her she’s mine and to do what I tell her,” he called to Joe. His command was repeated and this time Lomasi looked down and nodded. “Now tell her to go bend over the sawhorse and wait for me.”
“She ain’t gonna do that!” Joe exclaimed, but began rattling more Comanche at her. She looked over to Joe before walking slowly over to the sawhorse and bent over it with her dirt covered ass sticking up in the air. Taggert waited until she was in position before moving behind her and dropping his pants.
Lomasi stayed quietly in place as Taggert brushed the dirt from her ass before placing his cock at the entrance of her pussy. She didn’t move away from him as he began to slide his dick into her. She surprised him by being wet, and as he moved forward she pressed back against him. A small sign escaped her lips as the first half of his cock entered her and then she began to hump back against him in earnest. Before long, they were rutting like animals, with Taggert slamming her full force with the length of his massive cock. She moaned loudly and bucked against him as he drove his meat relentlessly into her again and again.
Finally, his balls began to tighten and he came in her pussy as she convulsed under him. He continued to plow into her as they both shuddered violently from the intensity of their orgasms. The waves of pleasure began to recede and he pulled away, allowing his cum to slowly drain from her pussy and leave a trail dripping down the inside of her thighs. She lay limply on the rough sawhorse and didn’t move.
“I don’t believe it,” said Joe. “You beat the hell out of her and then she fucks you like a wildcat.”
“She’s Indian,” Taggert replied, “she was raised their way even if she is half white. You got to get her respect first.”
“You damn sure got that out of her,” Joe said thoughtfully. He suddenly realized his tiny dick was rock hard and hurting. “Can you let me go now?” Taggert had noticed his condition as well and untied to the rope from the tree before cutting him loose.
“You know she’s going to get away from you and find me the first chance she gets,” Joe said as he rubbed his wrists to get the circulation back.
“I doubt that,” Taggert said, “I used the part you never did.”
Joe turned red. “Maybe so,” he said, “but you got to sleep sometime, and I bet she won’t miss a chance to cut your throat.”
“Take your packs and go,” the big man responded. Joe pulled up his pants and strapped his belt back around him before taking a last look at Lomasi. He moved to his horse and pack mules, readied them quickly, and was on his way.
Taggert turned to find the woman staring up at him from her husband’s side. He was sitting up now although he still looked dazed. “What about us?” she demanded.
“Do whatever you want.”
“My husband is hurt and those Indians took our stock! What are we supposed to do?” she yelled at him.
“I would stay out of Indian territory,” Taggert drawled, “it could be dangerous.” He moved to his horse and mounted before looking over to find Lomasi standing next to his mount. She had found her moccasins but was still bare from the waist down. He kicked the mustang up and began riding in the direction Joe was headed.
Taggert figured he would hang back and let Joe get out ahead of him since it was his best lead to Tom. Jack Stanton would tell him where Tom Davis was hiding and he would go find him. He glanced down at Lomasi again. She was walking along beside him quietly and he wondered what he had been thinking when he offered to purchase her.
“Unha huu tomopu?” he asked her.
Lomasi looked up at him with a shocked expression and it took a few seconds for her to realize he had spoken Cherokee to her. She replied to him in kind and he shrugged. So she was twenty years old. He wondered if being Hopi and white mix had something to do with her not being married at that age.
They rode in silence for the next few hours and Taggert pulled up near a small creek to camp for the night. There was no use in being in a hurry since the trail was so easy to follow. Comanche Joe would probably ride a few more hours and put as much distance as he could between them in hopes of never seeing Taggert again.
Lomasi helped set up camp quietly and efficiently while Taggert unsaddled the mare and hobbled her. He built a fire and, although she hesitated, Lomasi gathered wood for later in the night. He explained in broken Cherokee that he wasn’t worried about the war party coming back this way for a while, and the small fire shouldn’t attract much attention. Besides, he wanted coffee.
He sat by the fire while she went to the creek to wash off and Taggert watched her carefully just in case Joe’s prediction of his pending doom had any merit. When the young girl returned to the fire she was practically glowing. She cleaned up nicely and now she was completely naked, allowing Taggert to really get a good look at her.
Her small damp breasts glistened in the firelight and Taggert immediately began to get an erection. His reaction was not lost on Lomasi, who knelt down next to him. Tugging at his belt and pulling off his pants, she leaned over and began gently licking the underside of his rapidly growing cock. She sucked the length into her mouth and slowly fellated him as he lay back and enjoyed the sensation.
When he was fully erect, Lomasi squatted over him and guided his large cock to her wet pussy, engulfing him by letting herself fall onto his lap. He let her do all the work as she pumped up and down on his shaft, first slowly, then building speed until she was slamming his cock into her tunnel at a furious tempo.
He pulled her to him and rolled on top, picking up the tempo as she arched her back and pushed against him. He pounded into her with renewed vigor as she matched his efforts. She wrapped her legs around him as the beginnings of her orgasm pushed him to the brink, and then over the edge, as he came inside her clenching pussy.
Exhausted, he rolled onto his back and they both lay quietly as their breathing slowed to normal. He was getting tired and needed some sleep so he pulled a piece of rawhide from his saddle pack. Upon seeing it, she turned her back to him and offered her hands. She knew he did not trust her, and let herself be tied.
Taggert settled back onto his blanket and listened to Lomasi’s breathing until he was sure she was asleep. Only then did he allow himself to drift off.
The next morning Taggert was awakened by the smell of roasting flesh. He lay still, remembering what had transpired the day before, and suddenly he was wide awake. Something was roasting and he didn’t have any meat cooking.
He bolted up, grabbing his revolver as he went, moving away from the fire and scanning the area. Bringing his gaze back to where he had been lying, he could see Lomasi tending a rabbit over the flame of the campfire. She was giggling at his actions as she tested the meat to see if it was ready.
Taggert moved back to the fire and shook the cobwebs from his brain. He was sure he had tied her, but obviously not good enough. He could see the rub marks on her wrists and realized that she could have killed him in his sleep had she wanted to.
He relaxed and asked her about the rabbit. She held up the piece of rawhide he had tied her with, although it was now formed into a snare. She had gotten up early and caught their meal near the creek. Since Joe rarely fed her, she had gotten good at fending for herself along the trail.
Lomasi told him a bit more about herself and Taggert listened without comment as he ate the food she offered. The rabbit was good and she obviously had some talent at cooking with almost nothing. If she could prepare other food as well as she had this impromptu meal, someone would eventually end up with a good wife.
Taggert grinned as he thought of her name. Lomasi meant ‘good flower’ in Hopi, and he wasn’t sure it fit her. Irregardless of her name, she was tough, smart, and fearless. He couldn’t help but think she would be very helpful on the hunt for Jack Stanton.
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