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The Untamed: Revisited (Katy1008 & CrimsonMaster )

As the three friends talked, Katie's mind jumped between the present and how good Doc was fucking her in front of the others as if it were a completely ordinary thing to do, memories of the past with Jack and the Crenshaws, with Raf and with Clara in the saloon, and imaginings of the future. Another group of men who were going to use her, this time much more privately. Images of her being introduced and presented...shown off by Abbie and Doc...used by the marshal and the sheriff and the mayor. Others that Katie knew nothing of yet. As he thoughts jumbled between past present and future she whimpered and moaned and gasped and squealed when Doc slapped her ass sharply. She was rarely conscious of the brand; she remembered getting it. Being held down by Crenshaw men. Remembered the searing pain, but those memories were in the middle of something very different...a few hours which changed her life in so many ways.

When JP talked about the rebrand and the Tucson Club, Abbie smiled.

"I'm sure Elijah will be somewhat amused at the idea of rebranding our little slut." She said talking about the blacksmith who worked at the stables. "And Katie here can pay him his fee." She giggled. "I'll speak to him in the morning. We should bring the Club together as soon as we can. You'd like that wouldn't you sweetie?" She reached out a hand and stroked Katie's cheek with her long fingers. Katie looked at her and with out thinking gave a slight nod. Truth was Katie liked the sound of the club and of being used by its members. But everyone in the room knew that was the case.
 
The Elijah, which Abbie spoke of, was none other then Elijah Henry, Tucson's blacksmith. Elijah learned his trade as a one time black slave to a wealthy plantation owner in Georgia. A slaves life was often hard back in the days before the Civil War. Since the wars end and the south's defeat, men like Elijah were now free. After the war, Elijah no longer wished to stay in the Southern US. He made what money he could, before heading west. Elijah found a home in Tucson. The town was in need of a blacksmith when Elijah arrived and most folks didn't mind the color of his skin. Elijah was tall, over 6 feet and built like a powerhouse. His arms were huge from swinging a hammer all day, everyday. His chest was massive. Elijah did miss one thing from his slave days. There was no shortage of cock hungry white women in those days. Most of the women around Tucson were the good christian type. They were almost always married and weren't looking for a little extra on the side. Back when Elijah was a slave, it didn't seem to matter whether the women was married, or not. Many white wives often had sex with the slaves they owned. Many white daughters of slave owners wanted a black man to break them in. There was something very taboo about seeing a black man fucking a white woman.

Elijah sure had the taste for white pussy. He loved the sense of power it gave him to have some white whore beg for his big black cock. When he did land himself a willing white cunt, it always made Elijah remember all those daughters and wives he fucked. All those people who thought they were better then he was, but those women just had to have sex with him. JP knew that Elijah could do the job and normally he would charge more because it was something specially made. Yet, he also knew of Elijah's love for white women and how Elijah would take sex with Katie as his payment. JP also knew that once Elijah found out about Katie, they'd have to make him a member of the club. It was only fair since he'd know what Katie's secret was and to protect that secret, Elijah would have to join.

Doc began grunting like a bull as his climax grew to a point where he couldn't hold back. He suddenly rammed his cock deep into Katie's cunt and started lacing her inner walls with his cum. Abbie just smiled as JP said they'd have to bring Elijah in as a member. She understood why without JP saying anymore. The man was making Katie a new iron to get branded with after all. He deserved more then a one and done with Katie for his hard work. Doc's grunting became louder with each jet of hot cum. Abbie said Katie was such a good little slut. " Once the iron is ready.......And the party is set.......We'll dress you up as the finest whore this side of New Orleans......And parade you around for our members. " Abbie's tone was wicked as she spoke. She could already picture that night in her mind. Katie all dolled up and looking like the whore she was. Then led around the room on as leash like people lead their dogs back east. JP moved over to where Katie was against the wall. He stroked his right hand over her head while asking if she loved the feel of Doc's cum inside her pussy. JP then reminded Katie her job wasn't over until Doc was clean. A respectable man like Doc couldn't go around with a cum covered cock. That just wasn't proper. JP took a hold of Katie's hair and pulled her away from the wall. He turned her, using her to guide her. JP then told Katie to kneel and finish her job.
 
Katie had no idea of who Elijah was but she was getting enough of the conversation to realize what they had planned. Rebranded. A repeat of what Jack Crenshaw had done to her to claim her as his...his property. That action and that mark defined their relationship and it linked her to him in a very visible way. Raf and Clara hadn't really broken that link. They had simply taken the brand and used it in their own way. Changing the words didn't break the link though. Jack Crenshaw had put the Crenshaw brand on her and it was still there. Abbie and JP were going to *rebrand* her. Break the Crenshaw link by establishing a new link to a different group... A yet unidentified group. In both cases though the W meant whore. What she was and how she was regarded...what she was expected to do and to be... wasn't changing. Only the ownership was changing. From the Crenshaw's to this Tucson Club. Then her mind slipped from the symbolic to the physical. She remembered the searing pain for those few seconds when the hot iron was applied. She remembered the lingering burn. She imagined being brought before this Elijah. Maybe in the fine corsetry that Abbie had spoken of. Held down. Exposed. The smell of the hot iron being taken from the fire.

And then her imaginings were interrupted. Doc slammed into her hard and she felt him cumming deep inside her. Another hard slam. Another. As if doc was trying to drive himself deeper than the stroke before. Katie gripped the table a little tighter and grunted with each hard deep stroke. As JP stroked her face she looked up at him and nodded. His fingers stretched up into her hair.his hand slide from her cheek to her scalp and then his fingers wrapped around, tightening and then pulling. Not harsh or sudden but giving her no doubt about where she was going. She didn't fight JP. She knew what was expected. She turned, looked at JP then turned a little more and moved to her knees. She looked up at Doc. He was flushed but clearly satisfied. Katie placed her hands on Doc's thighs and leaned forward taking his still hard cock in her mouth gently. Licking, sucking. Doc groaned and his hand came to Katie's head. She felt his hips move forward a little, felt his softening cock move deeper into her mouth.

"So...tomorrow. The three of us. The sheriff. The mayor. Mr. Henry. Who else?" The three of them made their plans as Katie did what was expected of her, clearly having no difficulty in complying.
 
Abbie chuckled lightly when Doc spoke of tomorrow. Clearly he didn't fully understand what was behind the making of such a branding iron. It would take Elijah a few days, maybe a week to shape the iron into what they wanted. It was specialized work and couldn't be done in a few hours. JP told Doc they'd have to wait for a little while before the next party. That didn't mean Katie couldn't stop by and pay Doc special visits during that time. She could service him on the side until the first meeting of The Tucson Club. JP said besides the three of them, only the ones mentioned by Doc would be in the group. They needed to keep the group small and in control. Only certain people would be invited inside. Katie could also server special guests of the town. Those of high power within the American Government and the territory. Katie's talents and skills could be used to help Tucson grow into a major city. Doc nodded his head once everything became clear. He had been deep into the pleasure and missed a few details.

Once Katie finished cleaning Doc's cock, Abbie reached down and helped her up. She put an arm around Katie's shoulders while saying that had such plans for her. " You'll get all the cock you need for our men. " Abbie's eyes sparkled while she spoke. She told Katie that whatever she liked would happen. They'd tie Katie down, spank her ass, slap her around, but not to hard, fuck all of Katie's holes. In other words, use Katie just like the slut she was. Abbie led Katie out of the living room so she could get clean up and change. The evening wasn't meant to be a long one. Everyone had work to do the following day. JP had a meeting with Judge Parker in the morning. Katie needed to go over the files in the office and become up to date on past cases. Doc got dressed then sat down and shared another drink with JP while Katie was away. When she reappeared, now dressed for the street, everyone said their good nights. JP & Katie left Doc's house. He asked if she enjoyed the little evening they set up for her. They headed for the hotel were they lived. Their rooms were right beside each other and even had a connecting door between them. JP & Katie could share each others bed without showing this fact off. They decided to sleep in Katie's bed tonight. JP & Katie slipped under the sheets and fell asleep in each others arms.

The next morning, after rising. JP & Katie got washed up, dressed then headed down for breakfast in the hotel's dinning room. JP spoke of his meeting with Judge Parker. This meant that Katie would be in charge of the office while he was busy. If she needed him for anything, he said for her just to send Jake to the courthouse. In this type of job, anything could just pop up and often did. Since Katie served as a town marshal, she already knew this as fact. After breakfast, JP asked Katie to stop by the post office and pick up any new wanted posters that came in on the morning stage. He said she could go over the files and familiarize herself with the past cases. JP & Katie left the hotel dinning room and exited the hotel. He said Jake would have a fresh pot of coffee waiting at the office. JP wasn't sure how long he'd be meeting with Judge Parker. They had a lot to go over regarding the deaths of Jack & Jimmy Crenshaw and everything that happened after that. On the way towards the courthouse, JP stopped at the stables and made sure his horse and Katie's were saddled and taken over to the office. If they needed to leave in s hurry, JP didn't want to wait. Normally, this would be done every morning without a reminder. Since JP had been away so long, he felt a reminder was needed.
 
Katie washed and dressed - in her usual well fitted pants, boots and shirt. The pants were a tan brown, the boots a dark brown leather, the shirt was fresh and crisp cream cotton. She looked clean and fresh; she smelled pretty good too. Katie had been comfortable at Victorville but it was no City; Tucson had a comfort to it that Katie hadn't really experienced since she left home and headed west with Martin. That seemed like a lifetime ago... maybe it was. She still wasn't 30 yet; she still had most of her life in front of her and maybe this was the type of place she belonged. She couldn't really see herself in places like San Francisco or Boston but here... maybe. And she couldn't deny that the idea of the Tucson Club was definitely appealing... a little frightening but it certainly excited something in her that could probably be traced all the way back to Jack Crenshaw.

She did what JP asked and called in at the Post Office and picked up all of the mail which included a couple of new wanted posters. As she walked from the hotel to the Post Office and then from the Post Office to the Marshal's office, there were plenty of people who did little to hide their interest in her. Few approached her though but she couldn't fail to be aware of people looking at her... of whispered conversations as she passed. People identifying her as a Deputy Marshal... a former town Marshal from Victorville... The few people who did speak to her were perfectly polite and all seemed to be welcoming. Katie was definitely starting to feel at home.

She headed back to the office and went through the mail with Jake and then Jake started over over the files with her, telling her the state of all of the current investigations and expectations. Katie had been back at the office about 30 minutes when a large black man stepped in through the open front door. He was a very big man. Maybe 6'4... 250lbs... solid. Before he said anything, Jake stood up and introduced him. Elijah Henry. Katie felt herself blush. Felt butterflies in her stomach. She swallowed hard and stood up. Jake introduced her and Elijah held out his hand. Kate took it and smiled. her hand was immediately lost in his and her imagination began to run a little crazy remembering what Abbie had said about him on the previous evening. She was imagining the branding. Imagining the feel of him fucking her. She swallowed and pushed the images out of her head

"Good morning Mr. Henry. Nice to meet you."

"Ma'am." Elijah held onto her hand and gave her a quick look up and down. Very nice, he thought to himself. Very nice indeed. He wasn't expecting to get himself a taste though. He turned to Jake.

"JP told me to bring his and Ms. Brookes' horse round ... to have them ready. They're both tied up outside where I usually leave JPs." Jake nodded and thanked him and said he'd make sure they were brought back to the stable at the end of the day. And with that Elijah headed back out, leaving Jake and bring Katie's attention back to the files.
 
Once Elijah left, Jake said he was one strong man. Jake spoke of Elijah caring his anvil around without much trouble. The two then returned to the files. Jake continued to go over past investigations before moving on to the more recent troubles. Jake spoke of Indian raids, and some trouble with a Mexican General named Verdugo. This General acted more like a bandit then a military man. Jake spoke of Verdugo coming over the boarder from time to time. Raiding small villages and towns for supplies. Jake said the Mexican government always made promises of taking care of Verdugo, but did nothing because the man had loyal soldiers who'd fight for him and him alone. These problems were also military ones, but because they happened in JP's jurisdiction, they were his problems as well. Arizona was still a territory at this time and not a state. Thus, JP & Katie acted in the role of state police for the territorial governor. Jake went on to tell Katie that Verdugo was a mean, rotten son of a bitch. Who thought of himself as an emperor instead of a general. Jake pointed to this as being the reason why the Mexican government hadn't done anything about him. He said they were afraid of this man.

During this time, an old man came riding into town on his mule. He rode up too JP's office and climbed down. After brushing some dust from his clothing, the old man walked up onto the wooden sidewalk and entered the office. " Hey Jake!.......Is the marshal around?! " Jake turned and greeted the man called him Ned. He told Ned JP was busy but the deputy marshal was here. Jake then pointed too Katie standing next too him. Ned looked Katie up and down while scratching his beard. " Well I never thought I'd see the day........Some female wearing a badge.......Next they'll be allowing them to vote. " Ned was one of those rough mountain man types. Often working as a trapper, miner and scout when the jobs were available. Too him, a woman was something you enjoyed when coming into town. A comfort for the right price on a Saturday night. Ned wasn't used to women holding down jobs unless they worked at a store, did laundry or was a nurse. He looked at Jake as if this was some kind if joke, but Jake assured the old man that Katie was the Deputy US Marshal for this area.

Ned just shook his head before finally saying why he came. He wanted to report finding a couple of wagons south of town. Ned said these wagons had been driven by homesteaders. He guessed they were apart of a wagon train at some point and either got lost, or headed out on their own. Ned said the homesteaders ran into some kind of trouble. He found all the man were dead, but found no signs of any women. Jake said that could ether be Indians, or those damn comancheros which had been working in the area. Ned nodded his head and said that's why he came. He wanted to report the find so JP could get out there before the buzzards scatter everything from here to hell. The Comancheros working in the area were a mix band of outlaws who traded goods with Indian tribes. These goods could be anything from guns, whiskey to women. In return, the Indian would give them horses and even stolen gold & silver. Jake told Katie he'd go get JP. He suggested she get herself a rifle from the gun rake and get ready to ride. Ned said he'd show them where the wagon was.
 
Katie stood up as ned stepped inside the office. When Jake told him who she was it was clear that he could hardly believe it. It seemed to take him a while to realize that Jake was suggesting that a woman could be a marshal and then whe he actually understood, it was clear he didn't believe it. It was clear he was having none of it. Women had very clearly very well defined roles as far as Ned was concerned and being a law officer wasn't it. Katie said nothing. She was sure nothing she said was going to change his mind.

She listened to what he had to say. Katie had heard about bands of comancheros. They were never good news. Some of the worst stories told about the dangers homesteaders faced involved groups of these men. As Jake and Ned disappeared, Katie went to the gun rake and took down to Winchester rifles. She took down four boxes of shells and went out to the horses. She slid one rifle into the holster that was part of JP's saddle and slipped two boxes of the rifle cartridges into the saddle bag. She did the same with her own horse. She put both horses ready, fetched two canteens which she filled with water from the pump just out front and attached one to each saddle. Then she mounted her own horse just as JP was arriving.
 
It didn't take long for JP to arrive. He was glad Katie was ready to go. Ned had told JP where the wagons could be found. JP jumper onto his horse, wheeled it around and headed out of town. Katie was hot on his heals. The pair rode about 15 miles south east before arriving on the scene. After coming over a hill, JP & Katie were greeted with the sight of two wagons which looked like they'd been ripped apart. The wagons themselves were fine, it was the covering over the tops which were ripped open and fluttering in the wind. JP & Katie rode down towards the wagons. Several dead bodies laid on the ground in different spots. JP climbed down from his horse, pulled his pistol and fired a shot in the air. This was done to scare off the buzzers who came looking for a free meal. JP told Katie to check out the backs of both wagons. He wanted too know what remained and if there was any information on who these people were. It was JP's guess that this was two families traveling together.


Comancheros only take items which they can trade with Indian tribes. Things like guns, jewels, blankets, whiskey and women. In return, the comancheros would get horses and sometimes stolen gold & silver. Katie would know what too look for. So JP didn't bother with details she already knew about. JP went to check the bodies around the first wagon. He flipped them over one by one. From how each body looked, JP guessed the attack happened two days ago. JP counted two males with the first wagon and four with the second. The males ranged in age from around 16 to 60 years. JP guessed one was a guide of some sort. The way he was dressed was more western and less like homesteaders. JP stood up, removed his hat and wiped some sweat from his brow. He slowly looked around. There were plenty of tracks around. JP was forming his guess as to what happened while waiting for Katie's report on what if anything she found.
 
As JP and Katie rode out of town, Abbie was making her way to the livery. She had roughly sketched out the 'CW" judging it from memory, remembering her fingers tracing over the branded flesh, and then she added the 'T' in the same bold letter font. She was going to speak to Elijah first and then she was going to head to telegraph office where she could post a letter. She wanted to order some clothes from a place she knew in San Francisco. She could have gone to one of the dress stores but then the gossips who tended to run most of them would have it round the city very quickly... a respectable woman like the Doctor ordering clothes that are best left to the saloons and whorehouses. Abbie had a catalogue and had written a letter outlining exactly what she required and asking for it to be delivered as soon as possible. She would then wire a money transfer on receipt. In the meantime, she would go into the dress stores and find the most flattering dresses and corsets she could. She had no doubt that Katie would reimburse her. When Abbie spoke with Elijah, she told him precisely what she wanted and she told him that his payment would be membership of the club. At that point, the only thing she didn't tell him was who was going to be branded. Elijah was intrigued by what Abbie outlined; he liked the sound of it very much. He was prepared to trust her. He told her he would have the brand done in two or three days. She expected the dressed from San Francisco to take much longer. Maybe a month. So what she got from the store would have to do in the meantime. She was sure she could make Katie look real nice thought for her premiere performance.

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Katie climbed down from her horse. She looked around taking in the scene. The horses which had been pulling the wagons were gone. Unhitched and taken. That didn't tell them anything. Indians would do that as well as Comancheros. She wandered around stepping over open cases and wooden crates and bodies. She wandered around and then headed back to meet up with JP at their horses. She shook her head.

"This isn't Indians. All the dead were shot with revolvers... not rifles... not arrows. There isn't an arrow anywhere to be seen. Everything of value has been stripped from the wagons. Scavenged and stripped bare. The horses that were ridden by the raiders were shod. You know as well as I do that Indians don't have blacksmiths! Do you think this is Verdugo?"

They picked up what was left of the homesteaders belongings and put it together with the bodies into one of the wagons. Between them they managed to combine the remnants of the covers from both wagons and cover one. They would send someone out later with a team of horses to bring the wagon back to Tucson.

"Do you want to track them now? They could have days on us and we haven'y bought supplies for a long trek?"
 
JP checked on each of the bodies left behind. Each of them was male. Ranging in age from mid teen boys to an old man. JP found the guide for this party. He'd been shot several times with a handgun. Like the other males, the guide was stripped of all his valuables. JP noticed the other males had been shot only once. Either in the chest, or in the head. Only the guide was shot more then once. JP met up with Katie after she had her look around. She told what was missing that normally should be there and also gave her thoughts. JP didn't feel General Verdugo was behind this. It wasn't his style to go after homesteaders. Verdugo normally went after bigger steaks. Plus, none of the tracks were heading for Mexico. 20 horses and a couple of large carts were heading east.

While it was true, they didn't have supplies for a long journey. JP felt they should track the trail left behind for a while. " We've got our full canteens and I have some jerked beef in my saddlebags........We can trail them for a while. " JP said while moving towards his horse. He climbed up on to it's back and started off along the trail left behind. The type of job which JP had, often took him away from Tucson without warning. He could be gone for hours, days, weeks or months. Since Katie now led the same life. Her schedule would mirror JP's. Abbie and the others would know this. Things would just be put on hold until they returned. Several hours after leaving the sight of the wagons. JP pointed out that the trail split. 15 riders and the two carts headed for Texas. 5 riders broke off from the main group and headed for the only town in southeastern Arizona at the time. The infamous town of Tombstone. JP thought about turning back for a moment. But, he decided they should push on. The trail would go cold if they returned to Tucson now. " We can make Tombstone by afternoon tomorrow. " JP said while looking at Katie. He kicked his horse in the sides, making it move forward.

JP & Katie rode on for the next few hours. Once it began to get dark, they stopped for the night. They made a camp not far from a creek. In the morning, they mounted their horses and ride for Tombstone. JP & Katie rode into town just after 1 pm that afternoon. Their first stop was the stables. JP & Katie questioned those who worked there on strangers coming into town during the past few days. The men remembered a group of five coming into town. As luck would have it, they were still in Tombstone. It turned out, the men had goods they sold for money. The men had been blowing that money on gambling, whiskey and women. One of the men working in the stable said those men were in the Oriental saloon right now, playing poker. He said they looked like they'd been there all night long. After getting a good description of the five men. They were paid for their information. JP knew where the Oriental was. This wasn't his first trip into Tombstone. His last trip here was before the famed gunfight at the O.K. Corral. JP was visiting his old friends the Earp brothers and Doc Holliday. The Earp's and Doc were long gone from this area these days.

JP took Katie to the lot beside the corral where the gunfight took place. Not much had changed in Tombstone since then. It grew a little, but the lot and the corral remained the same. JP told Katie how Virgil, Morgan, Wyatt and Doc went to disarm the cowboy gang of Ike Clanton, his brother Billy Clanton, Billy Claiborne and the brothers Tom & Frank McLaury. JP didn't have to tell Katie how the gunfight ended. It was, even now the most famous gunfight in the western states. The gunfight was the beginning of what became know as the Earp Vendetta Ride. Wyatt, Doc, Sherman McMaster, "Turkey Creek" Jack Johnson, Charles Smith, Dan Tipton & "Texas" Jack Vermillion hunted down members of the cowboy gang for the death of Morgan and the injury to Virgil long after the gunfight.

JP & Katie payed a visit too the current town marshal. This was just to let him know why they were in town. The pair then headed for the saloon. JP told Katie to go around back and come in through the rear door. This would put the men they were hunting between them. JP gave Katie a few minutes to move around back. He then slowly entered the saloon. The place was pretty much empty right now. Only a few men stood at the bar. Six men were seated around a table a few feet from the bar. From the description given by the men at the stable. JP spotted three of the men sitting at the table as those they were looking for. The other two were standing at the bar. JP would handle the men at the table. He would let Katie take down the two at the bar. JP walked up to the table. He stood there for a moment lighting a cigar before announcing who he was and why he was here. The innocent men left the table quickly. This left JP facing the three who remained.
 
Katie nodded in acceptance of JPs decision to track them. She mounted back up onto her horse and fell into step a few feet behind JP. She was no tracker. She knew that. She had come across men who could tell things from the smallest twig or stone out of place, but sometimes she had trouble distinguishing one horse shoe from another. So she let JP does the 'thing'. When the group split, she could at least see that the number of hoof marks diminished but she was struggling to tell that 15 had gone one way whilst 5 had gone the other. She said nothing though and listened as JP said they were going to Tombstone. She had heard about Tombstone. The infamous Gunfight had happened in 1881 over a year before she moved from Boston but it had been a significant enough event to make it into the Boston papers. Not that she knew much about it... she was familiar with the names and that was about it.

They rode for the next few hours until they found a quiet clearing where Jake decided that they could make camp. To her surprise, Katie found some some coffee tucked at the bottom of one of her saddlebags. JP just smiled and said Jake normally made sure he had the basics. He knew too well how often JP finished up out a lot longer than he expected. Between them they quickly got a small fire going and Katie brewed up some hot coffee. They split the jerky and had a somewhat basic dinner. Perhaps if Katie hadn't been so hungry she might have declined but Tombstone was a little too far away.

The following morning after some more fresh coffee, they split campy and headed into Tombstone. It wasn't really that different from Tucson... not as big or as well developed but not that much different. Somewhere in between Victorville and Tucson. They did their job at the stables and then she let JP show her the 'sites'. It was hardly glamorous though. Then they called in to see the Marshall - who was as surprised as most people were to see Katie in tow wearing a badge - before they headed for the saloon. The tension grew a little as JP told her to head round back. US Marshals rarely travelled in pairs so having someone coming in from the back when JP was heading straight in the front door was probably not something anyone would expect. Katie moved quietly and quickly. She knew that J wouldn't wait for ever and she needed to be in position by the time he was heading in the front door. She found the back door and eased into the hallway. Fortunately there was no-one else around. Katie came to the doorway. There was no actual door there but fortunately she was able to keep in the shadows. She spotted the men they were after. Two at the bar. Three playing poker. She waited for JP to make his move. She saw him head towards the table. As he announced himself, she kept her gaze on the bar. Two rough dirty looking men. Needed the services of the town barber and the bathhouse. She heard the noise behind her as the others around the table moved out of the way. The two men at the bar looked at each other and gave each other a silent nod. One moved slowly so that he had an unobstructed view of JPs back. His hand started to ease out for his gun. Katie stepped out, her own weapon already drawn.

"Ah ah ah.... I wouldn't if were you."
 
JP wasn't worried about his back. He knew Katie would there too watch out for him. JP also knew most, if not all men would underestimate Katie because she was a woman. This was a mistake because Katie was damn good at her job. She was just as good at being a peace officer as she was being a hidden whore. Since Katie learned how to use a handgun, thanks too JP, Katie only became better. JP wouldn't normally have his back towards the bar, not when a couple of those they were looking for stood there. Having Katie come through the back door and covering the bar was a good idea. It showed JP's faith in her skills and showed how he could size up the situation. The two men at the bar stopped moving after hearing Katie's voice. One man was turned where Katie could see what he had been doing. He looked Katie up and down while grinning. The other man looked over his shoulder at Katie. He kept his back towards her. Acting like just some innocent man standing there. JP looked down on the three men sitting at the table. One asked if he had some papers on them? JP shook his head while saying he came to ask some questions.

JP noticed a lump in the front pocket of the man sitting nearest too him. He reached down and patted this man's pocket. JP reached into the pocket and pulled out a woman's brooch. He asked the man why he had such a thing. The man replied he bought it for his woman. JP just laughed while saying the only woman the man could get was one he'd buy. The man grew anger and started to stand. JP gave him a backhand acrossed the face and dropped him back into his seat. The man sitting acrossed from where JP stood, began to rise. He was already reaching for his pistol. JP pulled his own pistol and blew a hole into the man's chest. The third man started to rise, he was also pulling his pistol. He too was shot by JP before his weapon could be raised.

Behind JP, the man with his back towards Katie slowly eased a small pistol from a hidden pocket within his coat. He smiled at his friend before stating to spin. His movement was meant to catch Katie off guard. The other man at the bar also went for his gun. He was now facing Katie and figured he could out draw a woman even if she had a gun in her hand. At the table, JP pointed his pistol at the remain man seated. This was the man he just pimp slapped moments before.
 
Katie could practically read the mind of the man who turned. She saw the type of grin she had seen plenty of times before... Maybe all the way back to Jack and Victor Crenshaw. No-one quite looked at her the was Jack Crenshaw did. It was a look that was burned into her sole. But most men looked at her and grinned as they did it in a way which said 'id sure like to see you out of those clothes'. She ignored the look and kept her gun firmly set on the man she could see.

Part of her wished she had bought her rifle. One shot would then have taken out both men because of how close they were standing. In her mind she started working out her responses to their potential moves. She wasn't taking any real notice of what was going on with JP. She had to trust that he had things under control and she had to make sure she covered him. He was trusting her to do nothing less. She knew the man face on to her couldn't get his gun out before she could take him down. Her money was on the other guy...the one with his back to her. She couldn't see his hands. It would take him too much time to reach for the gun in his holster but maybe...

It was JPs first shot which sparked everything off although everything seemed to go in slow motion. She saw the ma's arm move. Something told her she didn't want to wait and see what was in his hand when he turned around. She fired one shot, aimed at the centre mass of the man's back then without hesitating she shifted her aim and fired again, this time at the man looking at her... The man who was now reaching for his own. She fired a second shot. Centre mass middle if the chest. She didn't have time to think about the niceties of shots to wound and incapacitate. She just needed to make sure that neither of these men took out either her or JP. Both men were on the floor dead without getting off a shot. She looked around wondering whether anyone else was going to take up the fight. No-one moved. She looked over at JP. Job done!
 
The man seated found himself alone, without any of his friends. They were all dead on the floor. JP began questioning the man about where he came by the brooch. People rushed into the saloon, among them was the town marshal. He just stood there shaking his head. This type of thing always happened when strangers came into town. The man told JP he took the brooch from a blonde haired woman he and his friends ambushed. He spoke of them trailing the wagons after they split off from a larger wagon train. The man admitted to being apart of a comanchero group led by Miles Prichard. He said Prichard once rode with "Bloody" Bill Anderson during the war. The man said the comanchero group was mixed. There were some whites, some Mexicans and even an Indian named Apache Joe. JP knew both Prichard and Joe from wanted posters. Both worked as outlaws before forming this comanchero group.

JP reached down and jerked the man too his feet. He pushed him towards the door. JP nodded at Katie. Their work was done here. They could head home now. JP knew Prichard would hear about what happened. Whether he had the balls to come after JP, was yet to been seen. JP told the man to stop once they were outside the saloon. Katie was asked by JP to go down to the stables and pickup all the horses. Even those of the dead men. They would take everything back to Tucson where it would be sold. She could get help from one of the stable boys if she needed it. JP told the town marshal to send him a bill for the burials of the dead bodies. The government would then pay for everything. Once Katie returned, JP had her take some cuff's and shackles from one of his saddlebags. She was then asked to secure the prisoner for the ride back too Tucson. Once the man was secured and on his horse, JP mounted his own. The small group headed out of town. JP was leading the prisoner, Katie was leading the line of horses. During the stop that night, while JP was down by a cheek. The man tired his best to convince Katie to let him go. He spoke of making her a member of the comanchero group. He said she would be rewarded for helping him to escape.
 
Katie hurried to the stables and with the help of one of the hands she made ready for the ride home. She saddled up her own horse and JPs. After some discussion they managed to identify the horses which belonged to the five men. Those belonging to the dead were secured behind Katie's horse whilst the last one was lined up behind JP's. The two of them led the group from the stables to outside the saloon as JP was leading out the one remaining prisoner. She found the shackles in jPs bags and secured his hands before letting him mount up.

With the other horses in tow, it was a slower trip back. But Katie guessed they would make it gave for a late dinner tomorrow night. They camped over night at the same small clearing they had stopped at the night before. The remains of the fire was still there and it was possible to add more wood and restart it rather than starting from fresh. JP went to wash up while Katie was brewing coffee. The prisoner started trying to make a deal with Katie.

"I could make you a rich woman. Let me go and I'll make sure you get well paid." Katie smiled.

"I'm already a rich woman. Try again."

"Then ... You...you deserve better than being out here making coffee in the dirt."

"I have all the home comforts I want thank you." She poured out some coffee and walked over to him. As he looked up at her, he got a great view of her figure. "You should give it up now. There is nothing you can offer me to get me to let you go." She handed him the cup which he took with both hands, the shackles still secured in place. He watched her walk away.

"Everyone has something they want. If yours isn't money maybe... Maybe it's company. I think you'll find the comancheros know how to treat women like you."

"Is that right!" The man smirked and nodded.

"I know we could show you a good time." Katie looked over at him, but she couldn't stop her imagination starting to play out a scene... Which in turn drifted into her time at the Crenshaw ranch with Victor, Jack and James. She doubted the comancheros could be any worse... Or did she mean better? She pulled herself out of the memory.

"Like I say... Give it up."

15 hours later the three of them rode back into Tuscon. Katie secured the horses taking then down to the livery. Elijah looked at Katie a little differently this time but she was a little too focused on her work to notice. He was imagining his time with her at some point in the near future. Meanwhile JP secured the prisoner.
 
After reaching Tuscon, JP took the prisoner into the office. He sent Katie down to the stables with the horses. The extra horses and the saddles would be sold off. Some of the money would be used for office expenses. The rest would be split between JP, Katie & Elijah. JP was saving money to buy a ranch someday. A place he could retire at after his days of riding the plains chasing outlaws was over. JP already had his eye on a nice spot just north of Tuscon. It was a beautiful stretch of land where he & Katie could live once they were done serving the law.

JP locked the prisoner away. He sent Jake down to the courthouse to tell Judge Parker of the prisoner. JP would be long shortly with a report on what happened. There would be a trial in a few days. There was no doubt of the man's innocents since he admitted to everything in front of two US Marshals. After the trial, JP & Katie would take the prisoner to Yuma, where the territorial prison was. Down at the stables, Elijah couldn't help but grin when Katie rode up. Abbie had explained everything. She told him what was needed and he was working on it when Katie came up. Part of him wanted to show her the drawing he made up of what the new brand would look like. Abbie had already told him to keep it quiet about everything. Elijah would just have to wait until that special night arrived.

Elijah knew what to do with the horses and saddles. He would sell the goods for JP, which is the reason why he got a cut. It was a nice deal he made with JP. The extra money was always nice coming in. Elijah had a hard time hold back while talking with Katie. Part of him wanted to take her right there. Abbie spoke of how sexy Katie was and what a fine pussy she had. Elijah couldn't wait to get his hands on this white cunt. He doubted Katie every had a black man before. Most white woman didn't explore sex with men of his race. While Katie was still at the stables, Abbie stopped by the office. She filled JP in on how things were proceeding. JP liked how Abbie was handling things. In fact, he said they should wait until the order Abbie placed for the outfits came in. If Katie was getting branded again, she may as well be dressed properly. Beside, JP & Katie would be heading for Yuma in a few days. JP said there was no need to rush things. The party would be much better with Katie looking like the whore she was.

A few days passed and the trial was held. As expected, the prisoner was found guilty. Judge Parker sent the man to Yuma to serve out a sentence of 20 years at hard labor. The following day, JP & Katie, along with the prisoner in chains boarded the train heading for Yuma. It would take several days to get there by train. It was quicker then on horseback though. The return trip would take time as well. With any luck, the items Abbie ordered would arrive sooner then expected. Then Katie would get a proper welcome to Tuscon and the town's newest private club. The train left Tuscon heading west. JP sat beside the prisoner while Katie sat in front of them. No one else was allowed to sit near this man. It was Katie's job to keep others away when not watching the prisoner herself. The man was quite disgusted since he couldn't talk Katie into letting him go. JP tormented the man with the idea Katie was the last woman he'd be seeing in a very long time. There was no hot pussy waiting for him where he was going. Yuma was well known as a place which broke even the hardest of men. The train made a number of stops between Tuscon & Yuma. about 5 days after leaving Tuscon, JP, Katie & the prisoner stepped off the train in Yuma.

JP & Katie brought their horses along in another car. They stopped at the local stables and rented one for the prisoner. The small group rode for the prison. The large, stone walled hell hole stuck of out the desert like a sore thumb. The guards wore dark blue uniforms, the prisoners wore black & white stripes. Katie got a good look at one of the toughest prisons in America. A place which was hot as hell. The prisoner was handed over and JP & Katie returned too Yuma. They needed to wait for a day to catch the next train east. They rented a room at a local hotel for the night. It was a night they spent in each others arms. The next day, around noon, they boarded a train heading east. The trip back was more relaxing. Neither had a prisoner attracted to their arm by cuffs. JP & Katie arrived back in Tuscon 5 days later. Just in time too see three murders hang near the courthouse. There was a circus like atmosphere around Tuscon. Hangings were a time for the public to pack picnic lunches and enjoy the show. People said you hadn't lived until you watched a man hang.
 
Katie didn't really notice the looks that Elijah was giving her. She was used to guys looking at her nowadays and it was something that most of the time her mind simply tuned out. He held her in conversation as long as he could though getting her to help him store the saddles and bridles. She was reaching up to put some things away and bending over for others. Elijah could almost imagine the tattoo she already head; and he could definitely see the one he was going to leave her with. He was definitely looking forward to that night.

Whilst Abbie was seeing JP, she told him she was going to invite the sheriff and the Marshal. She figured that for a coming out party that would just about do it. The three of them. Elijah of course. Plus Donner and Cronin. That covered off the law enforcement in the town. JP agreed content with the arrangements Abbie was making. By the time Katie made it back to JPs office, Abbie was gone. For the next couple of days, Katie took a little more time to settle in and she had JP spent time together - both in a business sense with him introducing her to the key residents and in a private sense in one of their rooms. JP never got bored of Katie; nor she of him.

Yuma was hot and dry. It was a natural crossing point on the Colorado river... place where the river narrowed to less than a 1000ft... and it had become a kind of gateway to California. The territorial prison had been opened in 1875 and it already had a reputation as a hell on earth. The temperature in the summer often hit the mid 40s and sometimes even went into the 50s. Whilst Katie wasn't anywhere near an area where the prisoners were, the guards took their time looking at her. It was a tough posting for them too. JP and Katie handed the prisoner over and then made their way back to the small town. They had a perfectly acceptable meal in the hotel and then spent the evening together. They got a bath together and drank scotch and then spent the night in bed. The following day the trip home was much more easy going and but for the fact that Katie was dressed as your average female, the two of them looked like any other couple.

Katie wasn't a fan of watching hangings. She accepted that some crimes warranted execution but that didn't mean that she had to enjoy the party atmosphere. She was hoping that maybe they would have gotten back after they had taken place. After they got their horses away and checked in at the office, Katie excused herself and said she was going to get cleaned up. A long soak at the bath house and then an early night. JP let her go and, after checking everything was okay in town he went looking for Abbie. She confirmed that the dresses had arrived that morning.

"Katie is going to look every bit the San Francisco saloon girl. Elijah finished the brand too; it looks just perfect. So you just have to say the word. Elijah is more than happy to set the livery up. He says at night, no-one goes there. They might check the stables but no-one is looking for a new shoe in the middle of the night."
 
Hangings were a common form of punishment in the western states. Those often swinging from the hangman's noose were murders and horse thieves. You could steal a man's wife and people would hardly bat an eyelash. Steal a man's horse and you'd got hung if caught. It may seem crazy, but that's how the law worked. Judge Parker's brother who served as judge in Fort Smith, Arkansas, was known as the hanging judge. The Parker brothers were well known for their no none sense approach to criminals. More then half of the criminals coming into their courtrooms were hung days later. The three men hung on the day JP & Katie returned, had murdered a local farmer and raped his wife. They were captured by Sheriff Cronin a short time later. The farmer's wife was a strong witness against the men. Judge Parker ordered them to swing by their necks until dead. The gallows stood on the left hand side of the courthouse. They had been built around the same time as the courthouse. Over the past few years, the gallows were expanded so up to six men could be hung at one time. The gallows worked on a trapdoor system. When a lever was pulled, the trapdoors would swing open and the men would drop to their deaths. While some looked at a hang as entertainment, others saw it as ghastly.

JP watched the men hang for the crimes before heading over too see Abbie. It was expected for JP to be there since he was the territorial marshal. Sheriff Cronin was there as was Town Marshal Donner. There was no need for Katie to witness the hangings. She was only the deputy US Marshal and had other duties. Katie would only be expected there if JP wasn't around. After the hangings, JP headed over to the office Abbie shared with Doc Adams. Once there, he was pleased to find out everything was ready. JP told Abbie there was no need to wait. They could do the celebration tonight. JP said he would stop and let Sheriff Cronin, Marshal Donner and Elijah know. Doc was already beaming with a huge smile. This would be one hell of a night. Katie would get dressed up like a proper whore. She'd get shown off, then later on, Katie would get a new branding on her ass. It was decided that JP would brand Katie. He brought her to Tuscon and pretty much owned her ass. JP left Abbie, he visited Elijah, Cronin and Donner before returning to the office. He was a very happy man and couldn't wait for the evening to arrive. JP would make sure Katie got a nice dinner before they went to the stables. Elijah would have it set up for the comfort of a night of fucking. Elijah even made a bed for Katie to work from.
 
After seeing Abbie, JP went in search for the Sheriff. By sheer coincidence when walking into the Sheriff's office, he found the town Marshal there too. Abbie had already explained the new club; all they were waiting to know was the where and the when. JP made small talk with them initially, talking about the trip to Yuma and the they discussed the hanging and the disposal of the bodies. The finally he shifted the conversation. He left behind two happy men... as pleased as Doc was when he had left them. Next he went to see Elijah who assured him everything would be ready. Finally JP went to find Katie. He stepped into the quiet humid atmosphere of the bath house. Katie was relaxing in a steaming bath in the bath house. Only her shoulders were visible above the water line as she sat in scented water, eyes closed. He watched her for a while... definitely the most fuckable woman he knew. Jack Crenshaw had done them all a very great favour in unleashing the whore that was inside her. He interrupted her relaxation and said he would meet her for dinner in the hotel at 7.00pm. He approached and circled the bath tub and then leaned down to her ear.

"The Tucson Club will be having its first meeting tonight so I trust you will be on your best behaviour." Katie looked up, wide eyed. She swallowed hard and nodded. JP smiled and left. Katie's mind was already beginning to race before he had stepped foot back onto the street. She finished her bath, dried herself and dressed and then headed back to her room. She found clean clothes and dressed quickly before heading down to the hotel restaurant. JP was already sitting at the table. As she approached he pushed the chair opposite him out with his foot. They had dinner of chilli and tortillas and whiskey. They talked about the town their duties but JP knew that Katie was already thinking about what was to come. By 9.00pm they had finished their meal. The town was quiet with the only noise being in the saloons. Dusk was falling when they stepped outside onto the street. JP simply told Katie to follow him. She said nothing. Her heart felt like it was in her throat. Thumping loudly. He stepped inside the livery. It was cool quiet. They stood for a moment before Abbie appeared. She looked at Katie and smiled.

"We had better get you ready." She took her hand and led her into one of the stores. Inside a dress was hanging from one of the shelves. https://www.pinterest.com/pin/416442296764826838/

"This has come all the way from San Francisco. You will look wonderful in it... just like the slut you are. Quickly, get undressed. We shouldn't keep them waiting."
 
Besides Elijah, JP was the first of the men to arrive. Abbie came early to help get Katie ready for her unveiling. Elijah finished setting a few things up, but he was able to watch Katie while she walked past. A sly grin played over the black man's face. All day, Elijah had been imagining Katie on her knees sucking his big black cock. Imagining fucking her tight white pussy in front of the others. JP took a seat before reaching into his coat. He pulled out a cigar and lit it up. JP coolly smoked his cigar while Elijah finished up. The large black man then joined JP where he was sitting. A side door opened up and Doc Adams came walking in. Seeing JP sitting there meant Katie was here and getting ready. Not long after Doc came in, the door opened again. Sheriff Cronin & Marshal Donner came in. They spent all day thinking of Katie how good it would be to fuck their slut.

The men were seated and ready for the show to start. Abbie told Katie to wait for a moment while she went out first. This had to be done right. Katie needed introduced properly. " Gentlemen........Welcome to the first meeting of the Tuscon Club.......I'm Abbie your hostess and handler of the club whore......As you all know by now.......The Tuscon Club is a very special and exclusive club......Things that happen within this club by it's members can not be spoken of within ear shot of non club members.......Doing so will mean expulsion from the club......This club is only for select members of the town to enjoy the pleasure of the flesh with the biggest whore in North America......Perhaps even the world......Our whore will do anything she's told......She is here for your entertainment......So please use her as you wish. " Abbie spoke after leaving Katie to wait. " Tonight is a very special night.......It's the night our whore gets branded by our leader and the owner of our whore........JP Wright. " As Abbie spoke of JP, the other men clapped their hands for him. JP rose and took a bow. Once he returned too his seat, Abbie continued. She said Katie was very willing to please and they would have more special shows in the future. Shows were Katie would let the members see just how cock hungry she was. Abbie then held out her hand and introduced Katie. The men looked on waiting for Katie to appear.
 
There was only really two pieces to the so called dress that Abbie gave to her in addition to black stockings. A soft light cotton chemise - almost translucent - went over her body almost as a sleeveless coat. Instead of sleeves it simply had thin shoulder straps. There was a row of small button which ran up from her tummy to the top which finished at the swell at the top of her tits. Abbie told her to make sure the bottoms at the top were left open. Katie said nothing. Then there was a stiff boned corset. Katie wrapped it around herself and slipped the hooks into the eyes at the front. Abbie moved behind her and quickly pulled the laces taught, making Katie groan a little as she pulled hard, giving Katie a stunning hour glass figure. The fabric of the skirt covered her ass and fell down the back of her legs but it was open at the front, the flesh of her thighs on show. Abbey looked at her 'creation' although she would be the first to say that Katie was a whore without her help. She made sure that the buttons above the top of the corset were open and that the firm swell of her tits were visible. Made sure that there was just enough fabric - but not too much - covering her mound. Katie wore no bloomer... no underwear. She smiled, content at the look. Finally she brought a thin velvet collar out of her bag and secured it around Katie's neck. Then she told her to wait.

Katie stood in the store room, listening to what was being said. Scared and excited. Not sure what was going to happen. Not sure who would be out there. On cue, Katie took a breath and then stepped slowly out of the room. She JP and Doc and then she saw Cronin and Donner. Then... Elijah. Smiling wider that perhaps any of them as they sat looking at her... looking over her body. Heart pounding harder than ever she watched as their expressions changed as she walked out into the light of the lanterns which were hung around there livery. She walked to where Abbie was standing. Abbie took her hand and led her in front of the line of chairs. She took Katie to stand in front of each man. She paused and then took a few more steps. Katie was in no doubt that she was being paraded... shows to each man in turn. Katie remembered seeing Clara doing something similar in the past with the whores who worked in Raf's saloon. She referred to it as letting the men see the merchandise.
 
The men watched as Katie was led before each of them. They enjoyed how she was dressed. Katie now looked the part of a true whore. Each of the men said how Abbie did an amazing job dressing Katie up for her second line of work. Each of them took long looks as Katie was properly shown off. Sheriff Cronin & Marshal Donner licked their lips like they would eat Katie's flesh up. They'd spent all day thinking of how this would start. Both men were impressed with Abbie and her skills presenting off their club's whore. Elijah eyed Katie. The lust he held for her was easy too see in his dark eyes. This was one white pussy he was going to enjoy. Doc sat there clipping his hands as Katie was led by. He'd seen the first presentation of Katie back at the place he shared with Abbie. This was even more impressive then the first time. Katie looked every inch the whore she was. JP sat there grinning while puffing on his cigar. He told Abbie that she had a talent in dressing up whores.

Once the parade of Katie reached it's end, Abbie led her into the center of the room. Elijah was asked to get the brand ready for Katie. He rose up wearing a huge smile on his face. Elijah moved passed where Abbie stood holding Katie. He went into his shop, the fire was still red hot. Elijah placed the brand inside to heat up. Abbie spoke of Katie being branded once before. She added that a new life needed a new brand. Katie would be forever know as their club whore. Abbie asked for JP to join them. JP handed his cigar over too Doc before standing. He walked out to the center of the room. In full view of the others, JP took a hold of Katie's chin. Katie was told that JP would brand her. Placing a new mark on her ass covering her old one. Katie was then told to show off the old mark before it was replaced.
 
The dress n truth was little more than underwear. The soft cotton of the chemise was cool against her skin. The stiff corset wrapped tightly around her ribs and waist held her firmly. Before meeting Abbie it had been a long time since she had worn corsets. Moving west took away the need for it; Katie and Martin rarely attended fancy parties where it would be seen as the appropriate form of dress. And since then... Katie's mind flashed through the years since then...flashed through a succession of men - Jack and Jimmy and Victor, Raf, Ben and now JP. Then there was Clara and a whole string of random faces ... Men who used her at the saloon and elsewhere. And now here were four more men.

She looked at each one as she stepped in front of them. Abbie stood next to her adjusting little things here and there... Tucking a loose lock of Katie's hair behind her ear, making sure that the front buttons of the chemise were open in just the right way to show the swell of Katie's firm tits without showing too much. As she was brought before Doc, he simply looked her up and down whilst telling the others that he had already enjoyed Some of Katie's talents and that for a whore she was surprisingly tight. Abbie moved her along. Next was Donner. Donner had enjoyed how Katie had looked first time he saw her but this was better than he could have imagined. Abbie moved behind Katie. She ran her hands down Katie's arms from her shoulders to her wrists and then eased her hands behind her. Katie's shoulders drew back and without thinking her back arched just a little, pushing her tits forward. Abbie leaned forward.

"Remember your manners Katie. Say hello to the Marshal." Katie looked at him as he looked up at her grinning.

"Good evening Marshal Donner."

"Good evening Katie. You look every bit the whore just like JP told us. Are you already wet at the thought of us fucking you?" Abbie smiled. She reached a hand round and slipped it ibetween Katie's legs. "Let's see shall we?" Katie gasped a little and closed her eyes for a moment as Abbie's fingers moved between her velvet lips. Her smile grew as she withdrew glistening wet fingers. She showed then to the five men before lifting them to Katie's mouth. No-one said anything as Katie licked and sucked clean Abbie's fingers. When she was done Abbie moved her to Cronin.

"Good evening Sheriff Cronin." He looked her over slowly. His grin spreading.

"I like a whore who learns quickly. And I like obedient sluts. Are you an obedient slut who deserves our attention."

"Yes sheriff" Cronin smiled. "Well we shall see but know this. Disobedience will be published. You belong to the members of this club and you will remember that at all times. All times.

"Yes Sherif." Abbie moved her on.

"Good evening Mr. Henry." Elijah chuckled. "Have you had black cock before, girl. Did yo' daddy have you sired by one of his slaves?"

"Yes Sir...I mean No Sir." Katie was momentarily flustered and her response made Elijah smile more. "I've been with a black man before but...but my father didn't....we never..."

"Are you sure. I can imagine you stepping out at night....visiting the slave quarters... Letting them treat you proper... Like a trashy white whore...is that right."

"No Sir. My family didn't own slaves."

"Hmmm well I'm gonna show you exactly what you missed."

Abbie led her away from Elijah back to a spot in front of them all. As Abbie spoke of the branding...as Katie watched Elijah get up and walk past her - still looking her over - Katie began to panic a little. Her mind went back to that first time with Jack. Lying in the dirt. Soaked in cum. Belly full of cum. She could almost feel Jack's boot on the small of her back. The searing sharp pain as he applied the brand. As Abbie told her to show the old brand, she was bought back to the present. She looked at Abbie wide eyed. As JP got up her gaze moved. She looked up at him as he took her chin and told her what he was going to do.

"Turn around." He instructed. Abbie took her arm and 'encouraged' her to turn. As Katie did, Abbie swept the loose underskirt aside uncovering Katie's firm round ass. "Bend over Katie! Show the gentlemen what you were.... Gentlemen...this is the mark of a Crenshaw Whore. This is what this slut has been until now. Jack Crenshaw created her but he has been what we might call an absentee landlord for some time. So now we are going to claim this property for ourselves. This evening you will all register your stake in her and she will acknowledge her new position. This Crenshaw Whore is to become the Tucson Club Whore." As she spoke Abbie's hand moved over Katie's ass, occasionally moving between her legs.

"You want to be our whore don't you Katie?" When Katie hesitated for a moment, Abbie gave her a hard sharp slap. "SAY IT"

"Y..yes Abbie...I...I want to be your whore."

"The Tucson Club Whore." Abbie slapped again as a punctuation to her statement.

"Yes. The Tucson Club whore" Another hard slap.

"To serve us...and anyone else we decide to admit." Another hard slap. Katie's ass cheek which was marked with the brand was gradually turning pink.

"Owwww...Yes. To serve you. To serve all of you." As she spoke, Elijah appeared with the iron, glowing red. He handed it to JP.

"It will be hot enough to give a good sizzle for a few minutes." Then he moved Katie's head. "Come with me slut. This will be over quick enough." He took hold of a handful of Katie's hair and began to walk back to his chair. "Don't fight me girl...otherwise I'll hog tie you good and proper." Katie squealed a little and held onto Elijah's huge wrists as she walked with him. As he sat down, she was quickly pulled and turned and pushed so that she was over his lap with her ass exposed. He held her firmly was the others gathered around.
 
Each of the men moved into a good position. No one wanted to miss a moment of Katie's new branding. It was something they would take about for years. A wild memory the men would share when the years had taken a toll on them. Leaving them with grey hair and seated in rocking chairs. They may forget other wild times. Encounters with outlaws, famous and not so famous, even forget shootouts. None of these men would ever forget the night Katie was branded their whore. Abbie stood beside JP as he held the "T" up for all too see. The letter was a bright red with just a hint of white in places. It was hot enough to burn their mark into Katie's flesh. The "T" would join the "C' & "W" and Katie would be forever known as the Tucson Club Whore. Abbie leaned down to make sure Katie's ass was free of obstructions. She placed a short, soft kiss on the spot where the "T" would go. Abbie then stood up and nodded too JP.

" Gentleman and lady of the Tucson Club........Tonight we brand Katie Brooks our whore........Where ever she goes.......Whomever she fucks.......From this day forward......She will always belong too us. " JP spat on the red hot metal just too hear it sizzle. The sound brought chuckles from those gathered around. The hot branding iron made just for Katie was then lowered down. All eyes, expect those belonging too Katie were glued to her fine looking ass. JP slowly moved the iron closer before he pressed it hard against her ass check. There was a sizzling sound. Like a steak cooking on an open grill. The branding iron was pulled away. It's work had been well done. A black "T" joined the other letter's placed their by Jack Crenshaw. The brand was perfect. No flaw could be seen. Abbie spoke of it as if the brand was a work of art. Doctor said once they have a proper meeting place. They should hang Katie's branding iron there along with a plaque featuring Katie's name and the day she was branded by the Club President JP Wright. This was agreed upon, Doctor pulled a small container from his coat pocket. He opened it before swiping his fingers through what was inside. Doc smeared some petroleum jelly over Katie's new brand. This would help ease her pain and help heal the injured area. After all, they wanted to take good care of their whore.
 
Katie screamed as the iron was pressed into her skin and almost immediately her scream was muffled as a large black hand clamped down on her mouth. Elijah held her firm as she squirmed on his lap, enjoying the feel of her lithe body against his. When the iron was taken away, her body went limp and the screaming stopped but she was breathing hard. She was hauled up off of Elijah's lap by Cronin and Donner and brought up in front of Abbie.

"Shhhh... " Abbie brought her finger to Katie's lips and leaned closer. "For the next few days... perhaps the next few weeks... every time you sit you will remember this night. But I promise you it won't be what's just happened that you will think of. It will be the thick hard cocks fucking you hard that you will remember and you will soon be craving the next meeting of our little group." Abbie took hold of Katie's chin and kissed her. It was a soft kiss to start with. Her tongue teased at Katie's lips but soon was dancing with Katie's tongue. Soon Katie was seeking the next kiss from Abbie... and the next one.

"Never forget Abbie is your mistress and every member of this Club your master." JP said. "Your reputation will be safeguarded. This will not be like Victorville - although I suspect you wouldn't entirely mind if it were. But you will do as you are told when you are told. Do you understand whore?" Abbie broke the kiss and whispered softly but loud enough for all to hear. "Answer your master." Katie turned and looked at JP. "I understand." JP nodded and then returned to his chair, relighting his cigar and sitting down for the show. In truth he would have Katie every night he wanted regardless of whether the club met; she shared his bed or him hers every night. And so when the club met, he would be content to sit and watch the other members enjoy their slut.

Abbie stepped back and looked at Katie, saw the hint of pain still etched on her face. "Your mind will soon be on other things my dear."
 
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