Ruby the Catfighter
Copyright© 2025 by Ayra Atkinson
Chapter 3
Western Sex Story: Chapter 3 - In the dust-choked frontier town of Crimson Gulch, Ruby fights for survival in brutal underground catfights to provide for her young son, Will. Beaten, bloodied, but unbroken, she’s drawn into a dark pact with a mysterious gypsy who promises her unnatural strength—at a terrible cost. Each fight brings Ruby closer to freedom, yet deeper into danger, as enemies, whispers, and her own sacrifices threaten to consume her. Ruby the Catfighter is a fierce Western tale of grit, blood..
Caution: This Western Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa NonConsensual Slavery Fiction War Western Interracial White Female Indian Male Pregnancy Violence AI Generated
The next morning, she kissed her son goodbye, her eyes filled with tears she didn’t dare shed. “I’ll be back soon,” she promised, her voice trembling. “And when I do, we’ll leave this place behind.”
Will nodded, his young face a picture of determination. “I’ll take care of Penelope,” he said, his voice strong. “And I’ll wait for you.”
Ruby squeezed his hand, then turned and walked away, her boots heavy with the weight of her decision. As she disappeared into the dusty horizon, she knew she was walking back into the jaws of the beast that had once consumed her. But this time, she had the power to fight back.
And as she approached the alley, the fiddle’s tune grew louder, the whispers of the night more insistent. Snakebite was waiting for her, eager to see what she would become. Ruby took a deep breath, her hand resting on the small vial of potion tucked into her bodice. She had to be ready for whatever lay ahead.
The air grew thick with anticipation as she stepped into the alley, the shadows seeming to coil around her like living things. The same figures from before were there, the gamblers and drunkards, their eyes watching her with a mix of awe and fear. Ruby walked with purpose, her spine straight, her eyes focused on the flickering light of Carla’s shack.
Inside, the air was thick with incense and the scent of something darker, something primal. Carla looked up from her cauldron, her smile a predator’s grin. “Back so soon, my dear?” she purred, her eyes glinting with greed.
Ruby nodded, her voice firm. “I’ve come to honor our deal,” she said, sliding the vial across the scarred wooden table. “I need more power.”
Carla cackled, the sound echoing off the walls like a cacophony of banshees. “Ah, but you see, the price has gone up,” she said, her eyes gleaming. “You’ve tasted victory now, Ruby. The cost of power is steeper for those who dare to reach for more.”
The old woman’s words sent a cold shiver down Ruby’s spine, but she steeled herself. “Name it,” she said, her jaw set.
Carla leaned in, her breath hot against Ruby’s cheek. “You must bring me something precious,” she whispered. “Something that holds the essence of life itself.”
Ruby felt a flicker of horror. “What could that be?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Carla’s smile grew wider, revealing crooked, tobacco-stained teeth. “Ah, that’s the rub, isn’t it?” she said, her eyes gleaming with malicious amusement. “You must bring me something that represents life’s purest essence. A piece of your soul, if you will.”
Ruby’s mind raced, the implications of Carla’s words sinking in. Her heart clenched as she thought of Will, her sweet, innocent son. Could she do it? Could she sacrifice a piece of him for this power?
“Your son,” Carla said, her voice a sibilant whisper. “His laughter, his tears, his unblemished spirit. That is what I require for the next step in your transformation.”
Ruby’s hand shot out and gripped Carla’s wrist, her eyes wide with horror. “You can’t have him!” she spat, her nails digging into the old woman’s flesh.
Carla yanked her hand away with surprising strength, her smile unwavering. “Ah, but you see, it’s not his body I want, child,” she crooned, her voice slipping into a singsong lilt. “It’s his essence, his purity. Just a small piece, a small bottle of his seeds, a whisper of his laughter. That’s all.”
Ruby’s eyes widened in horror. “No,” she breathed, shaking her head. “I can’t.”
Carla’s smile grew cold, her eyes calculating. “Then you will never truly be free,” she said, her voice like a serpent’s hiss. “You will always be bound to the fate you despise, forever dancing to the tune of Snakebite’s whims.”
Ruby felt the walls closing in on her, the weight of her decision pressing down like a leaden blanket. She knew what Carla was asking for was wrong, knew it was a dark and twisted path she didn’t want to walk. But the thought of a future for Will, a future where he didn’t have to grow up in the shadow of this hellish alley, was too tempting to resist.
“I’ll do it,” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. “But you promise, it’ll just be a whisper of his essence?”
Carla nodded, the shadows playing across her face making it impossible to read her true intentions. “A mere whisper,” she assured Ruby, her eyes glinting with something unsettling. “A drop of his innocence, a spark of his joy. That’s all I need to seal the deal.”
Ruby felt a knot of dread coil in her stomach, but she knew she had to do it for Will. She left the shack, her mind racing with the dark implications of her bargain. The alley’s usual sounds of despair and depravity seemed to fade into the background as she walked back to the farm, her steps heavy with the weight of her decision.
Marla noticed Ruby’s troubled expression as soon as she walked in, but she said nothing, her eyes following the crimson-dressed woman as she moved about the house. The silence between them was a living thing, thick and suffocating. Ruby knew she couldn’t hide the truth from the woman who had become a beacon of hope in her desolate world.
That night, Ruby lay in bed, her mind racing with thoughts of what the next step would bring. The moon cast a cold, silver light through the cracked window, painting the room in stark relief. Her hand strayed to the small, leather pouch at her neck, the one that held the vial of potion. With trembling fingers, she uncorked it, the scent of power and desperation wafting up to her nose.
The following week was a blur of work and dread. Ruby watched Will with a mix of love and fear, her heart breaking at the thought of what she was about to do. But as the days grew shorter and the nights longer, she knew she had no choice. Her love for her son was a fierce, unyielding force, and she would do anything to give him a better life.
On the night of the full moon, Ruby took Will into her arms and held him tight. His laughter, pure and unblemished, filled her heart with warmth. “Mama,” he whispered, his eyes drooping with sleep. “I love you.”
Ruby choked back a sob and nodded. “I love you too,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. “And I’ll always protect you.”
With a heavy heart, she performed the ritual, collecting the essence Carla had demanded. It was a moment that would haunt her dreams for the rest of her days, a moment of pure sacrifice. But as she placed the vial in the moonlight, she felt the power surge within her, a dark and seductive force that whispered of greater things to come.
The next day, she took Will to town, her eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of trouble. The whispers of Snakebite seemed to follow her, a constant reminder of the deal she had made. The saloon was quieter than usual, the townsfolk watching her with a mix of awe and fear.
As they approached the Big Booty, Ruby felt the eyes of the townsfolk upon her, a weight that seemed to crush her spirits. But she had come too far to turn back now. With Will safe at home, she stepped into the alley, the fiddle’s tune beckoning her like a siren’s call.
The air was electric, the anticipation of the crowd thick enough to cut with a knife. They had heard the rumors, the whispers of a woman who had defied the odds, who had harnessed a power that could change the very fabric of their lives. And as Ruby stepped into the ring, she knew that she was more than just a fighter now. She was a symbol of hope, a beacon in the darkness of Snakebite.
The fight was swift and brutal, the power from the potion coursing through her veins like liquid fire. She moved with a grace and precision that left her opponents reeling, her punches and kicks striking with the force of a tornado. The crowd roared with every hit, their cheers echoing off the grimy walls of the alley.
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