Will and Carter
Copyright© 2025 by Ayra Atkinson
Chapter 4
Western Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Two longtime friends go to a saloon bar to see a nude catfight match show. Upon returning, they are inspired to put on their own show. Unbeknownst to them, this change will change their lives forever.
Caution: This Western Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Teenagers Rape Fiction Crime Western Incest Mother Son Cat-Fighting AI Generated
The next day, Will and Carter saddled up their horses and rode into the bustling heart of town, the cobblestone streets alive with the chatter of townsfolk and the cacophony of wagons rolling past. Their destination was a place shrouded in whispers and hidden glances—Miss Lila’s brothel. It was a place of ill repute, yet also a bastion of secrets and desires, a place where the lines of morality blurred in the face of the almighty dollar.
They dismounted in front of the saloon-like façade, the paint peeling and the sign swinging lazily in the breeze. The red velvet curtains in the windows suggested a world of sinful pleasures within, and the smell of cheap perfume and stale cigar smoke wafted out the open door, mingling with the dust of the street. They approached with a mix of excitement and trepidation, their boots echoing on the wooden sidewalk.
The interior was dimly lit, the air thick with smoke and the pungent scent of bodies in various states of undress. A cacophony of laughter and the clinking of glasses filled the room as they made their way through the crowded tables, eyes following their every move. The bartender, a burly man with a greasy mustache, nodded in recognition as they passed.
Miss Lila herself emerged from a back room, her voluptuous figure framed by the doorway. She was a vision of scarlet and lace, her hair piled high atop her head in an elaborate updo. She sailed across the room, her skirts swishing around her ankles, and greeted them with a warm smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Wellcome to my brothell,” she purred, her voice like velvet. “What can I do for you two strapping young men?”
Will swallowed hard, his heart hammering in his chest. “Ma’am, we’ve come to ... discuss a business proposition,” he managed, his voice sounding strained even to his own ears.
Miss Lila raised a perfectly arched eyebrow, her eyes flitting over them with a sharp, assessing gaze. “Oh, have you now?” she said, her smile widening. “What might that be?”
Will took a deep breath, steeling himself for the proposition he was about to make. “We’ve started holdin’ some ... special shows out on our farm,” he began, his voice steadying. “We’re lookin’ for new talent to take part in them. We heard you might know some girls who’d be interested in ... uh ... fightin’ for a bit of extra coin.”
Miss Lila’s smile grew more knowing, and she gestured for them to follow her to a quieter corner of the room. “Fightin’, you say?” she drawled, her Southern accent thick and syrupy. “And what kind of fights are we talkin’ about here?”
Will took a deep breath and laid it all out, explaining the naked catfights and the gambling that surrounded them. Miss Lila’s eyes lit up with interest, and she tapped a long, red fingernail against her plump bottom lip as she considered the proposal. “Well, I do have some girls who might be up for a little ... extra work,” she said, her voice a seductive purr. “But it won’t come cheap. They’re the best in the business, and they know it.”
Carter spoke up, his voice a little shaky with nerves. “Ma’am, we can’t be too sure how much we’ll make from the bets,” he admitted. “But we’re willing to take a small cut from the winnings to pay the girls. We just need someone to draw a crowd, to keep the stakes high.”
Miss Lila’s smile grew sharper, a glint of understanding in her eyes. “So, it’s not the fightin’ skills you’re after, but the ... aesthetic appeal,” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “You want ‘em to look good while they’re gettin’ dirty for your entertainment.”
Will felt a flicker of annoyance but pushed it aside. “Ma’am, we’re not lookin’ to hurt anyone,” he said, his voice firm. “But the crowds want somethin’ to bet on, and if a good-lookin’ girl can stir their desires, then that’s just business.”
Miss Lila leaned in closer, her breasts spilling out of her corset. “I know exactly what you’re lookin’ for,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “But you’ve got to understand, my girls got their pride. They’ll need more than just a cut of the winnings. They’ll need a guarantee, somethin’ that shows you’re serious.”
Carter reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of gold coins, placing them on the table with a satisfying clink. “This here is a down payment,” he said, his voice steady. “We’ll make it worth their while, you can bet on that.”
Miss Lila’s eyes widened at the sight of the gold, and she licked her lips hungrily. “Now, that’s more like it,” she purred. “But, remember, I only deal with the best. You want my girls, you’ll have to pay the price.”
The boys nodded in agreement, their eyes on the prize of keeping their venture afloat and protecting their mother from further involvement.
Miss Lila snapped her fingers and four women emerged from the shadows, their expressions a mix of curiosity and apprehension. They were a diverse group: one was a fiery redhead with emerald eyes, another a raven-haired beauty with a figure that could make a saint confess his sins. A blonde with a mischievous twinkle in her eye and a brunette with a body that seemed chiseled from marble. Each had a unique allure that could captivate any man in the room.
“These are the finest ladies I got,” Miss Lila announced, her voice carrying the authority of a seasoned brothel madam. “They’re mature, they know what they’re worth, and they ain’t exactly earnin’ their keep these days. So, I figured, why not give ‘em a chance to make some real money?” She gestured to the women. “They’ll fight naked, just like you want, and I’ll make sure they put on a show that’ll have your patrons’ wallets open and their pants tight.”
With a flick of her wrist, Miss Lila instructed the women to disrobe. One by one, they shed their garments, revealing their fabulous forms to the brothers. The redhead, Delia ‘the Deaf’ Burris, had a smattering of freckles across her pale skin, a stark contrast to the fiery mane that cascaded over her full, round breasts. Her hips swayed as she stepped closer, her eyes never leaving Will’s. The raven-haired girl, Carrie ‘Whip’ Travis, had a seductive grace to her, her olive skin a testament to her exotic heritage, her breasts pert and her waist cinched tightly. The blonde, Sophia ‘Noose’ Foreman, had a wicked glint in her eye and a body that could make a preacher drop to his knees in more ways than one. And the brunette, Nancy ‘the Angel’ Walls, had a body that was all muscle and curves in the most delicious places.
Miss Lila’s eyes gleamed as she took a seat, gesturing for the brothers to do the same. “Let’s see what you’re workin’ with, darlin’s,” she drawled, her voice thick with the promise of a good deal. Delia stepped forward first, her chest heaving as she placed her hands on her hips, her breasts jutting out proudly. Miss Lila reached out and squeezed one of her nipples, watching as it pebbled under her touch. “Hard as a damn nail,” she murmured, approvingly. “Just what the doctor ordered.”
Carrie was next, and she didn’t flinch as Miss Lila’s hand closed around her dark areola. The madam’s thumb and forefinger pinched and rolled, eliciting a low moan from Carrie. “Perfect,” she said, a wicked smile playing across her lips. “These boys need somethin’ to keep their attention.”
Sophia took a step closer, her eyes locked on Will’s as Miss Lila’s hand moved to her own breast. The blonde’s skin was pale, almost translucent in the dim light, and her nipples stood out like tiny pink jewels. “Look at these beauties,” Miss Lila said, giving them a firm squeeze. “You can tell she’s got a wild streak in her, don’t you?”
Nancy, the brunette, was last in line. She bent over at Miss Lila’s command, her back arching like a bow as she presented her round, firm buttocks to the brothers. The madam’s hand came down with a smack, leaving a red handprint on her alabaster skin. “And this one,” Miss Lila said with a cackle, “she’s got a bite to her that’ll make ‘em remember the name ‘Nancy the Angel’ long after they’ve left your barn.”
The boy’s gazes roved over the women’s bodies, their desires piqued by the display of raw sexuality. Miss Lila leaned back in her chair, her own excitement palpable. “So, what do you think?” she asked, her eyes gleaming.
Carter’s voice was thick with lust. “They’re all ... incredible,” he murmured, his eyes lingering on each woman’s form.
Miss Lila leaned back in her chair, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “But, gentlemen,” she began, her gaze flicking between Will and Carter, “you can’t judge a book by its cover. Let’s get a look at what they’ve got to offer from the backside.” She snapped her fingers, and the women obediently turned around, bending at the waist to give the boys a clear view.
Delia ‘the Deaf’ Burris’ freckled back was a canvas of pale skin, her red hair cascading down to brush against her shoulder blades. Her buttocks were as firm as Miss Lila had suggested, and the dimple at the base of her spine was a tantalizing promise of what lay between her legs. Will felt his cock stir at the sight, his hand unconsciously reaching down to adjust his growing arousal.
Carrie ‘Whip’ Travis’ olive skin gleamed in the candlelight as she bent over, her back arched and her breasts swaying slightly with the movement. Her waist was indeed as cinched as Miss Lila had promised, and the curve of her hips led to a pair of firm, round buttocks that seemed to beckon to any man with a pulse.
The blonde, Sophia ‘Noose’ Foreman, winked at Will as she turned, her body moving with a fluid grace that suggested she was used to putting on a show. She bent at the waist, her breasts brushing against the dusty floorboards, and her backside was as tantalizing as the promise of a sweet apple pie cooling on the windowsill. Miss Lila reached out and gave one cheek a firm slap, making it jiggle, and the room was filled with the sound of the men’s collective intake of breath.
The brunette, Nancy ‘the Angel’ Walls, was last, and she bent over with a seductive grace that seemed almost predatory. Her skin was a rich, warm brown, and her back muscles rippled as she bent, showcasing her toned physique. The curve of her backside was nothing short of divine, and Miss Lila’s hand hovered over it, as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing. “Looks like you’ve got yourself a real handful here, boys,” she said, her eyes gleaming with greed.
After what felt like an eternity of tension, Will found his voice. “We’ll take Delia and Carrie for tonight’s match,” he said firmly, his eyes not leaving Miss Lila’s. “And we’ll consider the others for next week.”
Miss Lila’s smile grew broader, and she clapped her hands together. “Excellent choice, boys,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “They’ll be ready for you at sundown. I’ll take them with my carriage. Just make sure you have a good crowd and plenty of coin to throw around.”
The boys nodded, their hearts racing at the thought of the evening’s events. As they left the brothel, the reality of what they had just done began to sink in. They had bought and paid for women to fight naked in their barn, all to keep their family’s secret and to line their pockets. It was a dark path they were walking, but they saw no other way to survive in the harsh, unforgiving world of the wild west.
Back at the farm, the tension was palpable. They knew they had to spread the word about the match quickly and effectively. “We need to get the word out, Will,” Carter said, his voice tight. “Ride around town, tell everyone what’s goin’ on tonight. We’ve gotta make sure the place is packed.”
They saddled up their horses, the leather creaking under their urgent movements. “You go west,” Will instructed, “I’ll take the east. We’ll cover more ground that way.” They nodded at each other, the gravity of the situation etched into the lines of their faces.
Carter spurred his horse towards Mr. Burns’ ranch, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and dread. The thought of seeing him again made his stomach twist into knots, but he knew it was a necessary evil. As he approached the grand, sprawling property, the setting sun cast long shadows across the fields, painting everything in a fiery hue that matched the urgency of his mission.
Mr. Burns answered the door, his stern gaze sweeping over Carter before he stepped aside to let him in. The ranch was as opulent as ever, the smell of leather and money thick in the air. “What brings you here, boy?” he asked, his voice like a whip crack in the stillness.
“Sir, I’ve got a proposition for you,” Carter said, his voice steady. “Ma’s got a couple of girls lined up for a fight tonight, in the barn. We figured you’d be interested in the entertainment.”
Mr. Burns’ eyes lit up with greed, the flames from the fireplace casting a devilish glow on his face. “Tonight, you say?” He rubbed his hands together. “And who are these lovely ladies?”
Carter took a deep breath and told him, “Delia ‘the Deaf’ Burris and Carrie ‘Whip’ Travis, sir. They’re from Miss Lila’s, the finest fighters she’s got.”
Mr. Burns’ eyes glinted with a knowing look. “Ah, I’ve had the pleasure of fucking them before,” he said with a lecherous smile, stroking his chin. “Fine specimens, indeed. They’ll bring in a good crowd.”
Carter felt his cheeks heat up with a mix of embarrassment and anger, but he kept his cool. “We’re countin’ on it, sir,” he said, swallowing his pride. “And if you’d be so kind as to spread the word, maybe place a higher bet on one of ‘em, it’d help drive up the stakes.”
Mr. Burns’ smile grew, revealing a set of yellowed teeth. “Oh, I’ll do more than just that,” he said, his voice low and hungry. “I’ll make sure the whole town knows. And as for the bet...” He paused, his eyes lingering on the young man before him. “How about this? If ‘Whip’ wins, I’ll double my usual wager for good measure.”
Carter’s heart pounded in his chest. This was more than they could have hoped for. “Thank you, sir,” he said, tipping his hat. “We’ll see you tonight, then.”
Without another word, he swung into the saddle and dug his heels into the horse’s flanks, spurring it into a gallop. The wind rushed past his ears as he rode, the town’s buildings and people a blur as he made his way through the dusty streets. Each hoofbeat echoed like the tick of a clock, counting down to the moment when the barn would become a battleground of flesh and desire.
As he approached the general store, he saw a group of men lounging outside, chewing tobacco and spitting into the dust. “You boys like a good show?” he called out, reining in his horse.
One of them, a burly man with a handlebar mustache, looked up with interest. “What kind of show you got, son?”
Carter leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “The kind that’ll make you forget your name,” he said with a smirk. “A couple of Miss Lila’s finest are gonna go at it in the McMillan barn tonight. Nothin’ but bare fists and bare skin.”
The handlebar mustache man’s eyes widened, and he spat a wad of tobacco onto the ground. “You don’t say?” he said, his interest piqued. “What’s the buy-in?”
“Five dollars a head,” Carter called out as he kicked his horse into a trot, leaving the general store behind him. He had to keep moving; there was no time to waste. The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape, and every second counted. His heart hammered in his chest, a mix of excitement and dread fueling his ride to the destination after destination.
By the time he’d finished spreading the word, the sky was a deep indigo, peppered with stars that seemed to whisper secrets of the night to come. He arrived back at the farm just as Miss Lila’s carriage pulled up, the silhouettes of Delia and Carrie visible through the curtains. The anticipation in the air was thick as molasses, and the barn was already buzzing with the murmur of eager townsfolk.
The barn doors swung open, and Miss Lila stepped out, flanked by the two naked warriors. Delia ‘the Deaf’ and Carrie ‘Whip’ were oiled to perfection, their bodies gleaming in the flickering light of the torches that had been placed around the makeshift fighting pit. The crowd roared to life as the women strutted forward, their confidence and sensuality a stark contrast to the raw, animalistic need that had brought everyone there.
Will’s eyes were glued to the scene unfolding before him. Delia’s fiery red hair bounced as she walked, her freckles standing out like stars on her pale, toned back. Carrie’s olive skin glistened with sweat and oil, her emerald eyes sparkling with a wild, almost feral excitement. Each step they took sent ripples through the tight crowd, the men’s eyes devouring every inch of their naked forms. The air was electric with anticipation, thick with the scent of sweat, lust, and money.
Miss Lila strutted ahead, her own voluptuous figure on display in a crimson corset and thigh-high boots. She waved her hand dramatically, gesturing to the barn. “Gentlemen, welcome to the McMillan Ranch’s finest entertainment!” she called out, her voice carrying over the din. “Tonight, we have two of my own personal favorites, fresh from the finest beds in town!” The crowd hooted and hollered, eager to see what the evening had in store.
Delia and Carrie stepped into the pit, their eyes scanning the audience with a mix of defiance and excitement. Mrs. McMillan, dressed modestly in the shadows, couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy at their confidence. She knew all too well the vulnerability of fighting naked, the way the eyes of the men seemed to bore into you, stripping you of all dignity. But she also knew the thrill of victory, the power of controlling the room, and the sweet taste of cold, hard cash that came with it.
Will climbed onto the makeshift stage, his heart racing. He took a deep breath and raised his hands to silence the rowdy crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his voice echoing through the barn, “tonight, you’re in for a real treat. But before we get started, I got a few rules to lay down.” His gaze was steely, his jaw set as he announced, “This here’s a wrestling match, no punching and no kicking. We want a good, clean show that’ll keep you on the edge of your seats without any bloodshed.”
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