Sadie Outlaw
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Episode 24: Sleeping Butte
Western Sex Story: Episode 24: Sleeping Butte - "If this was how the west was won... just shoot me now."
Caution: This Western Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Western Time Travel Gang Bang White Male White Female Indian Male
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1876! West Texas! Unexpected downtime for our rip-roaring redhead!
“I surely needed this bubble bath. Thanks for joining me Kat.”
“It feels weird to be naked in front of you, Aunt Sadie. I’ve never...”
“I reckon your high school years never meant locker rooms after gym class.”
“No! Everything I did was on my own. Mom insisted I be home schooled even while dad trained me in military combat situations. He says I’m almost as good with a bow and arrow as you ever were. Guns too! I just wish I could go back out there with you. The nanites in my system keep me on this mesa, butte, whatever it’s called.”
“Can’t fault Brandon for keeping you safe. I feel bad for fucking up the timeline, I jus’ can’t overlook human life. Especially the Comanche nation, they deserve better than what History gave them. So many loving, caring people. They treat me like ... family. Even the residents of Sugar Plum have grown to respect me.”
“Dad says everything you touch messes things up even more. From what I understand dad blames himself for ever putting you into this situation. There is so much about you that doesn’t fit the interaction with others.”
“Reckon I live for me. I warned Tilly that I was going to be myself. Clothes I wear might not fit the era, my guns too, even though I hide the modern Glocks, OZZY ... I still miss that bat biter.”
“You probably don’t know, Mister Osbourne died in 2025. I loved his music too.”
“Damn! Well, I’m sure he dethroned the devil.”
“I have his final show on my computer back home. Dad talks about Tilly with respect. Even though he cheated with my mom, I know he loved Matilda. She just ... couldn’t move.”
“Not being able to physically ... socialize with Tilly had to be difficult. I think even she understands that now.” Tears were slowing up in the future, the one connected to Sadie currently.
“He and mom agreed to raise me in the best of both worlds. He never loved mom, but he did respect even her.”
“I get it. Something good came from it all. Did you ever meet Tilly?”
“Yes. After you vanished in the desert like Great Grampa Jessup, she took it hard. I ... I’m glad I got this chance to meet you before ... you disappear forever.”
“Aww! Same here! Knowing I disappear too will keep me on my toes. If and when I go down, I hope, it’s fighting.”
“I shouldn’t say this, but dad hopes to give you a better edge in your fight.”
“Edge?”
“Yes. He is always working on the variables. He and his board members want to place a tracking device on Jessup. It is just getting close enough to him in order to do it.”
“Which is likely where I come in. Sooner or later here I’ll meet Gramps, even if he doesn’t know we’re related. Tailing him might not go over well if he’s every bit of crafty as the legend has it.”
“Right! Maybe you and dad take after him.”
“Maybe! You look tuckered out.”
“I am getting sleepy. Can I camp out with you tonight? In case ... I never get to see you again after you leave here.”
“That’s up to Brandon I reckon.”
“Look out the window. Dad is talking to himself.”
“Hologram to horse!” Sadie chuckled! “This whole spirit animal thing boggles the mind. Why only males for one thing.” That involved a shrug from Kat. “Maybe I need to get high again and chat with my buddy the owl.”
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“That must have been scary.”
“Naaa! Old Hoot was ... well, a hoot. Hold up!” Reaching beside her bathtub Sadie sifted through her saddle bag and produced some of the peyote she had left over. “Maybe we can both cozy up to feathers.”
“In our pillows?”
“I mean the owl. Ever been stoned Kat?”
“What? No! Dad will freak.”
“Bite him! He deserves this after the hell he put me through.” Peace pipe in her bag she packed it with peyote and used a BIC lighter to fire up the bowl. First hit on her part, she motioned Kat closer. On her knees in the water Kat inhaled Sadie’s exhaust. She then accepted the pipe and joined her aunt by taking her own hit. Choking ensued! Naturally!
“That is horrible.” Kat grimaced!
“Wait for it.” Wink! Wink! In minutes both Sadie and Kat were staring at one another without expression. No great white owl this time, but they certainly did relax. Fingers pruned!
“Sorry if my spirit hijacked you.”
General Brandon Outlaw spoke to the black stallion known as Tarnation. As if understanding him the horse stomped his front right hoof on the ground. “Someday maybe you can be free of me. I’m just glad you keep my niece safe. It helps me sleep at night knowing you and I work hard to stay by her side. I’m not perfect, but I am trying, even if I have a job to do. I hope I can count on you to ride along with Sadie into the sunset with Jessup. I guess in a sense I tag along even if I’m not aware on my own.”
As he spoke a tiny airborne drone buzzed by as instructed by Brandon’s hologram and programming from afar, namely the future. The mosquito sized drone slipped under Sadie’s saddle and burrowed itself inside the horse’s hind quarter. A tracking device implanted the drone removed its stinger and left it behind. Back to the rail car it went. By doing this Brandon could keep tabs on Sadie once she left, on a more personal level. The nanites in Sadie’s body had a tracking device as well but not the horse itself. Job well done! “Keeping us in the family Buddy!” A salute from Brandon his hologram faded away.
Tarnation? He approached Sadie’s train car and looked through the window to see the girls lost to the world. Looking up at the sky the horse spotted a familiar friend. Oh, there’s the owl!
Sight unseen!
2025! Kinship, Texas! Formerly Next of Kin back in the day.
“Boone? Are you out here?”
“Back room, Beatrice!”
Following his voice Beatrice Chasing Wind located her man in an old chair which once belonged to his grandfather. Wicker at that! “Couldn’t sleep! I took a long drive, got some air and came home.”
“Booze breath! I can smell you from here.” She frowned! “Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to drink and tat.” There he was with a needle buzzing as he tried his best to stay in the lines of his stencil drawing. “A cougar? Why not a bear? Your name is Tickle Bear.”
“Grampa used to say the animals were always our protectors.”
“Even when they eat us?”
“Cycle of life!”
“Hakuna Matata!” She giggled! “I guess that is why our elders always said warriors come back as animals. Are you saying you want to come back as a pussy?”
“Funny woman!”
“Stop! Before your cougar looks more like the car. Let me finish it for you.” Swatting his forearm he relented and passed off his gun. “Plan on coloring this in? Pink Panther maybe?”
“No! Black outlines and shading is all I need. I ... am paying tribute to an old friend.”
“Anyone, I know?” She dipped the needle into black ink then positioned herself to continue for him. Straddling his lap seemed fun and comfy.
“Sadie! We grew up together. Nobody remembers her but me it seems. Did you know Duke Yaeger was a police officer now?”
“Who is Duke Yaeger?”
“His uncle was Chief of Police. Wyatt Yaeger. Duke said he was gunned down in the line of duty 2 years ago. Do you recall that?”
“I can’t say I do. Hold still!”
“With you rubbing your twat on my crotch?”
“Hey! I happen to like your totem pole.”
“How do you put up with me, Bee? I think I’m going crazy. I remember things no one else does. Like the biker gang the Copperheads. I mentioned them to Duke and he said they were never any gang. They nearly raped Sadie days before she ... vanished.”
“Bad dream?”
“No dream, Bee! I know what I’ve lived. Even ... you ... are an enigma.”
“Wow! Should I rethink our engagement?”
“I ... no. I have grown fond of you.”
“You better. I happen to be in love with you.” She paused the gun to kiss him. “Don’t you ever forget that part.” Even though, technically he had only known her a few days, she did feel right. The warrior was scared! “About out of ink. Refill my quill, Tickle!” Reaching behind him he brought forward the bottle and poured it carefully. Her eyes noting the bottle she went without blinking. An “Oh, shit!” moment crept over her.
“This was the very same ink I used on Sadie’s eagle that day with the Copperheads. This is how I shall forever remember my friend.”
“If you say so. You did a good job at such an awkward angle.”
“Steady hands.”
“Steady fingers.” She winked! “I know those digits well.” Did she now? Interesting, considering he had never fingered her before. Unless she meant choking her, he did do that the day they first met. Lust consumed him until the dust settled. Who the fuck was this woman? He knew he wasn’t insane.
“Is it strange that I feel ... rather energetic?” Hopping up and down on his lap she sure felt his dick grow in size and stature. It seemed larger than she remembered it. “Is that a hint?”
“You know it! Let me finish this then you can carry me to bed.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Her hormones were going crazy as her bare pussy rolled across his girth from beneath her night shirt. “I just realized something.” He pinched at her shirt. “Sadie gave this shirt to me.” Avatar was the band’s logo. Intriguing!
“I’m wearing another bitches shirt?”
“Sadie loved the metal bands. I do, but not like she did. Avatar was her last show in Dallas before she went on active duty again. She drug me along and bought me that shirt.”
“Mine now! Funny, I’m inking an Avatar on your arm.”
“I suppose so. Not my first as you can see.” Eagles! Rabbits! Grizzly! All ornate along his upper body.
“I especially like the Grizzly.” Eyebrows wiggled! “Hibernate inside me Teddy.”
“Tight cave.”
“So renovate it. Thirty more minutes the shading will be done.”
“Finish it.”
Beatrice ended the perfect lines and dedicated her time in shading the interior. Once done she cleaned the blood away. As odd as it was he healed almost immediately. Not that she mentioned that. Crawling off of his lap she let him carefully return the unused ink to the bottle and capped it. Resting it aside he stood up and plucked her petite body up off the wood floor and lifted her into his arms. While staring into each others eyes she heard him snarl at her.
“Beast!”
“Time to bearhug the walls of your vagina.”
The night was bestial! Bee screamed nonstop for hours. She had to beg him to stop.
Energetic her ass!
Sunset! Close to Sugar Plum, Texas! 1876!
Stagecoach nearing the town limits Conchita Hernado woke from a nap. How such a bumpy ride she could sleep was anyone’s guess. Seated next to her was Judge Bean who also seemed to be snoring. Across from their bench sat Madigan Dillsby and her younger sister Malarky. Names unknown to the judge upon departure. It seemed everyone but the coach driver and his bodyguard were passed out. They however were outdoors. Perfect timing!
Nudging the judge he opened his eyes and looked around him. “Are we there yet?”
“Almost there! I wanted a word with you before we reached Sugar Plum.”
“What about?” Turning sideways in her seat Conchita palmed his face to reflect eye contact. Staring into the Latina beauties eyes he found himself mesmerized by spirals in her cornea.
“Can you hear me?” She whispered! Nodding he remained silent. “Your reason for being here in Sugar Plum is to conduct a trial over the Dillsby boys. You will hear their case but under no circumstances will your final verdict be their death. You will release them and tell them to make restitution. Is that understood?”
“Yes! Cyrus O’Malley will not like that verdict.”
“You let me worry about him. Do as I tell you. Never question my decision.”
“I will obey your decision.”
“Good boy! When I pat your cheek you will wake up and only remember what I told you in thought. You will think this decision is yours and yours alone.”
“Understood.” Pat! Pat! Shaking off his stupor the judge looked out the window at the desert. Passing an old Spanish Mission he knew where he was. “It appears we have reached our destination.” From outside the gunman Maurice Pertwee tapped the butt of his shotgun on the roof. Confirmation yelled for all to hear the Dillsby girls woke up and looked at one another.
“I cannot wait to sleep in a real bed.” Malarky beguiled the Judge. “I do hope there is a room for us.”
“I will see to it. I know of an establishment.”
“Why thank you, Raymond. That is most kind of you.” Lashes batted at him the Judge grinned. She might just make his stay in this hellhole worth it. As long as Cyrus O’Malley didn’t muck it up for him. Money did talk!
Ten minutes more of jostling about uncontrollably the stage barely made it to its drop off point as the sun settled on the horizon. The cover of limited darkness was perfect. While evening still, the town for so few inhabitants was thriving with activity. Saloon’s often did that as a getaway from wives and family chatter. Coming to a full stop near the center of Sugar Plum by the local mercantile driver Jarvis Innman was met by a lad hired by town elder Cyrus O’Malley to bring fresh horses and trade them off for those weary of hoof. Cyrus himself sat on a bench awaiting its untimely arrival. Not good!
Standing up Cyrus used his cane to nudge the boy Paco into getting to work. New steeds already lined up and tethered in ready Jarvis and his man Maurice set out unhooking reins. While they did another young man by the name of Stuart placed a wooden step at the door to the stage and opened it for the passengers to make their exit. Stepping out first was the Judge in a gentlemanly manner, pausing Cyrus to offer an assist toward the ladies. Cyrus was less than happy to be ignored until he noticed the ladies come into view. First, as the only true lady of the three Malarky Dillsby accepted Ray’s hand and lowered herself to the dusty street below. Kissing her knuckle he escorted her up onto the wooden boardwalk next to Cyrus.
“A moment my dear. Others to assist.”
“By all means, Handsome Ray. I’ll just say hello to my first Sugar Plum native.” She attempted to beguile Cyrus. Instead he sneered at her and looked onward at the remaining ladies. Next out was Madigan. Being manly in ways she swatted Ray’s intentions away and hurried down to stretch her legs. Women in pants had Cyrus rolling his eyes. After seeing Sadie Outlaw aka Sadie L’ Amour in her tight black leggings he was put off by the attire. Not just her, but his very own employee at the livery stable Dorieann Finn was prone to britches and suspenders. What was the world coming to.