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Tales of the Untamed ( Darkkitten9389 & CrimsonMaster )

With a smile, Belle left the bed after Wilbur accepted her offer for a drink and she moved over to where she kept the whiskey and some glasses, pouring them both a glass before returning once again to the bed. She handed him his drink before laying down next to Wilbur while they enjoyed the good whiskey and they began to talk about El Paso and the future of their town. Belle really had come to love El Paso since settling down here and she'd become quite fond of the people there. This wasn't an uncommon thing for anyone to really talk about, much less two business owners. Belle could see Wilburs hotel becoming bigger if more of the west were settled and more people came through their town, just as she could see her business picking up. Men loved sex and whores were a way to get what a man wanted.

Once they finished their drinks, Belle took their glasses back to the cabinet that she kept the whiskey in and put everything away. Returning once again to the bed, she joined Wilbur and she kissed him softly before she took his cock in her hand and began stroking him. As her gentle hand stroked him, coaxing his cock back to attention, she spoke dirty to him, talking of how she wanted to feel his hard cock deep in her hot, wet pussy. Stretching her over and over as it moved in and out of her before he eventually filled her with his hot seed. As she spoke, she felt him hardening and once he was completely hardened, she smiled at him and moved to straddle him once more. "I'm gonna ride you, Wilbur." she breathed as she rubbed the head of his swollen cock against her already wet pussy. A moment later her lustful moan filled the room as she slowly sank down onto his cock, feeling him filling her until she was seated in his lap. Her walls twitched around him and she bit her lip as her hips gently rolled against his, the woman loving the feeling of having a cock within her again.

"Mm, I've been looking forward to this." she breathed before she began riding him. Belle started out slow, her hips slowly and gently rising and falling before getting faster. As she got faster, her breasts started to bounce with her bodies motions and she moaned again. Her pussy was hot, wet and tight around Wilbur's cock, gripping him tightly and offering him plenty of pleasure with her movements. Occasionally, she would keep him buried deep inside of her and she would grind her hips against his, drawing a gasp from her before she began riding him once again.
 
Belle and her girls treated men all the same. It didn't matter if a man was handsome or ugly. Fit or out of shape. They were all treated the same. All they needed was the cash to be made to feel special. Belle's place was becoming famous for it's hospitality. Those who already visited the brothel, were spreading the news of this pleasure palace. Belle and her girls were very good at making everyone feel welcome. No one ever doubted when Belle spoke of wanting a man. So when she told Wilbur, how she'd been looking forward to the sex they'd enjoy. Wilbur knew it was the truth. Belle truly did love getting fucked by hard cocks. The more cocks the better it was for her. Belle's biggest and best gang fuck, was when she gave her body to Calvera. A Mexican bandit who had a gang of 20 men. Calvera and his men used Belle all night long. Fucking every hole she had. Cumming inside of her over and over. Some of the men used her three and even four times before that evening was over. Belle hadn't enjoyed being used by that many men since then, but she had enjoyed several other smaller gangbangs.

Belle wouldn't be getting gang fucked this evening. However, even a simple one on one session was just as enjoyable for her. She put all of her focus on Wilbur. Loving the way his cock slipped into her tight pussy. The tightness of her body brought long moans of pure pleasure from Wilbur. Fucking Belle was the perfect end to any day. Wilbur raised his hands. Placing them onto Belle's breasts. He began squeezing her breast, then went right into pleasuring her hard nipples. Pinching and pulling them. All the regular customers knew how to make Belle feel more pleasure. She would get pleasure from their cocks, but she would get even more from them playing with her breasts. Wilbur wasted no time. He knew Belle would ride him even harder while his hands touched her. Having hands on her breasts was something that really turned Belle on. And it showed, as she was grinding herself on Wilbur's cock. Pushing his cock as deep as it would go inside of he body. Leaning backward and loving the feel of his shaft buried between her legs.
 
Belle had picked up all of the best tricks of the trade for a highly successful brothel during her travels. All the women who had taught her all offered different kinds of advice, either on properly pleasuring other people or on running the business side of things and handling a stable of women to work for her. Any time Belle was with someone, she made them feel as if they were the best fuck she ever had, whether it was true or not. Of course, she usually got off just on being fucked anyways. Many of the men she had sex with got an ego boost when they made her cum. While Belle loved getting fucked in general, her favorite way in being fucked was when it was multiple men fucking her at once. She had given herself to Calvera in exchange for his aid in attacking the ranch of those who had attacked her family. When she gave herself to the Mexican man and his men, she'd been well and thoroughly fucked in everyway possible. It had been an amazing night for her. She had recently had a thought of returning at some point just to get fucked by the whole lot of them again. Calvera had told her that she would be welcomed back after she'd pleasured him and all his men many times over.

Tonight though, Belle was just with Wilbur for the moment. She would be focusing on him until he was spent and then she would take on her next customer. As she lowered herself onto him, Belle heard how Wilbur moaned and she smiled while lightly catching her bottom lip between her teeth, gently biting it as she moaned and began riding his cock. She then felt his hands come up and cup her breasts while she moved and she moaned again as he began squeezing them. However, he then turned his attention to her hardened nipples, teasing them as she road his cock faster. Their moans soon filled the room as they pleasured each other. Belle was loving the feeling of him playing with her breasts and nipples, along with his hard cock being buried between her soft thighs. As she ground herself against him, she could feel how deep he was and she groaned in delight, her walls gripping him tighter.

The woman arched her back a little, making him go even deeper before she resumed riding him again. Her head tipped back on her shoulders while her hands moved to rest upon Wilburs chest just to keep her balance better as she moved quickly in his lap. The woman was clearly enjoying herself as she moved, her breathing quickening as she moaned and whimpered in pleasure.
 
Belle could visit Calvera anytime she wanted. His hideout was just acrossed the border, near the Mexican town of Juarez. The ride might take an hour or so by horseback. She had made a good friend in Calvera. It was hard not to be friends with a man she fucked with such passion. Belle had showed all 20 men the same passion. Each of those men gave Belle a night she would always remember. Taking her in every way possible. They came inside her holes. Filling her to the point where the cum leaked from her ass and pussy for hours. Her thighs, legs and ass were covered in dried cum by morning. Belle swallowed so much cum, she didn't need to eat for several days. She had a belly full of protein to keep her going. It was fortunate that Belle hadn't ended up pregnant after having fucked so many men. There would have been no way for her to know who the father was. She might not be so lucky this time, if she did visit south of the border. But, becoming pregnant is a risk Belle faces everyday. Any of her customers could knock her up. It was just part of being a whore. So it was unlikely Belle would let that keep her from visiting Calvera, whenever she wanted.

Belle wasn't worried about anything at the moment. She was enjoying the feel of Wilbur's cock inside her pussy. Her hips rocking back and fourth. Her body moving up and down. Grinding herself on his hard shaft. Taking him deep into her core, and loving every moment. Wilbur was pulling and twisting Belle's nipples. Making her pleasure grow even faster. Both were very vocal with their pleasure. Moans and groans grew louder and louder as each moved closer to a release. Wilbur's fingers were pulling and twisting Belle's nipples even harder. He, like all the men, enjoyed making Belle cum. It felt good when these men could make a beauty like Belle cum for them. It was a boost to their egos. Knowing she got such pleasure from them, and they gave her that pleasure. Many whores didn't get off while with customers. Belle and her girls were all so pretty. The male customers wanted to make them feel good during the act of sex.
 
Belle had played with the idea lately, to just get away for a little while and go spend some time out with Calvera and his men. It would be like when she left town for the day and spent some time with the Comanche people after the attack by the vampires. She would be able to forget about the worries of her everyday life and just spend a day enjoying herself. It had been a hell of a night when those men used her in so many ways, filling her with so much that no more could possible fill her and it began to leak from her holes. She had been covered with dried cum by the nights end, but she'd been very happy. It was pure luck that she'd not become pregnant by any of the men, but with the kind of life she was living, possible pregnancy was always a chance that she and her girls took any time they took a man to their bed and let them fuck their pussies. Of course, there were some herbal treatments that they took that had been taught to her by her fathers tribe to lessen the chance of pregnancy, but it wasn't something that was foolproof. There would always be a chance.

But for now, Belle wasn't worried about that nor anything else. She was merely enjoying the feeling of Wilburs cock being buried deep inside of her tight pussy while she road him. Each time Wilbur pinched and twisted her stiff nipples, Belle would gasp, moan or softly cry out in pleasure while he would feel her walls clench around him and she would move faster. Both of them were getting plenty of pleasure from each other as they pushed each other closer and closer to their orgasms. The men who visited her always liked making her cum and many of them have learned the secrets to making her cum while they fucked. "Oh Wilbur." she gasped while bouncing upon his cock, her face flushed from her heightened arousal and her breathing quickened. "I'm gonna cum!" she whimpered before she cried out as her head fell back, her body shuddering as her walls clenched tightly around his cock as she came around him. Yet she did her best to continue riding him even as she came.
 
Belle could leave her brothel, and not worry about the business. Imala had shown she could run the place. The younger girl had picked up a lot about the business of selling sex. What she didn't learn while working for Alice. Imala learned from her big sister. Belle shared how to run a brothel with Imala. She became a great teacher for her younger sister. Belle had also shown June a lot about how the business should be run. June, though having been in the business for a short time, was a very smart woman. She picked up on how the brothel should be run. With Imala & June around. Belle could take sometime off and get away for a while. And perhaps visiting Calvera and his men was what Belle needed right now? Getting fucked by 20 plus men would do a lot to relieve her stress.

Making Belle and her girls cum, was something the regulars enjoyed. The men loved knowing such beautiful women came for them. Not all the men were good looking, and making a pretty woman cum, was an added thrill. Wilbur was an average looking man. He wasn't handsome, but he wasn't ugly either. The feel of warm cum washing over his cock, made the evening even better. When Belle spoke of cumming. Wilbur made sure to really give her nipples a hard twist. Enough to push her over the edge. Belle was cumming, but like the true whore she was, she didn't stop fucking Wilbur. Belle kept riding his cock, drawing out her own orgasm. The tightness of Belle's pussy was more than Wilbur could withstand. He let out a long groan, moments before his hot cum began shooting deep inside of Belle's body. Belle's tight pussy gripped around Wilbur's cock. Milking every drop from his balls. Until his load was filled her pussy.
 
Belle wouldn't consider Wilbur the best looking man she'd ever fucked, but he was better looking then some of the other men who had been in her bed in the past. Besides, he was a kind man who paid well for a good fuck. As she spoke of cumming, she felt him twist her nipples harder and she moaned louder just before she went over the edge and came around him, her body showing all the signs of just how good she felt from his touch and from how it felt to have his cock deep inside of her. But not once did she stop riding him. She knew that she had to keep moving to pleasure the both of them. To draw out her orgasm a little longer and to bring him to his own orgasm.

It wasn't long after she came that Wilbur reached his own orgasm and she heard his long groan moments before she felt his hot cum filling her pussy and she moaned as his release filled her up. She moved her hips a couple more times before lowering herself one last time and letting him remain buried deep inside of her so all of his release filled her completely. "Mmm, oh that feels good." she gasped, her breathing heavy from the exertion that riding him called for. He would be able to feel the walls of her tight pussy twitching around his cock as they both enjoyed the afterglow of their orgasms.
 
Wilbur always enjoyed the feel of Belle's pussy around his cock. The warmth of her pussy grew with her pussy being filled with cum. Both of their releases mixed inside of her body. The twitching he felt, made it seem as if she were stilling moving on his cock. Though, Belle had already stopped moving her hips. They laid there, without moving. Belle wanted to enjoy how full her pussy was. Full of cum, while still stuffed with Wilbur's cock. Wilbur was in no hurry to get up. He would stay in Belle's room, as long as she would let him. She knew how much time he was getting. This was her way of thanking him for his help during the afternoon. Belle had kept this time open for Wilbur. And they would enjoy it together.

As they laid together. Belle & Wilbur shared some kisses with each other. Neither was worried about the time they were spending in her room. They talked, they kissed, they laughed. In time, they did begin to stir. Wilbur's cock finally slipped from Belle's pussy. Both ended getting up and getting dressed. Belle once again thanked Wilbur for what he'd done for her. She knew he could have gotten hurt, but Wilbur still tried to defend her. This was something Belle would never forget. She made sure Wilbur was taken care of, but his actions had proven how brave he was. One might not think Wilbur was brave by looking at him. Belle knew you couldn't judge a book by it's cover, and you couldn't judge a person by how they looked. As their time together came to an end. Belle & Wilbur left her room, going back down to the bar, arm in arm.
 
Belle had always enjoyed the feeling of having her holes filled with a mans release. It was a feeling unlike any other she'd ever felt and it was part of the reason she liked getting fucked so much. She gradually caught her breath and she smiled down at her lover as his cock rested deep within her body, the two of them relaxing and neither of them in any hurry to move. Belle still had plenty of time for them to enjoy each others company before she had to move onto her next customer. So they remained together, the two of them exchanging some kisses and talking for a bit, occasionally laughing at something one of them said. However, eventually they had to part and clean up. So Belle left the bed, sighing when she felt Wilburs cock slip out of her.

She stood up and cleaned herself up while Wilbur redressed and she finally slipped on her robe. After they were both ready to go down, they head back down to the bar together. Wilbur had proven to her that he was a heck of a man and should he ever marry eventually, he would be a good husband to a lucky woman. Back down at the bar, Belle kissed him one last time and smiled at the man. "You're a good man Wilbur." she softly told him at the bottom of the steps. "Thank you again and I look forward to you visiting my place again." She patted his arm and smiled before slipping away from the kind man and she returned to work. After all, she did have plenty of other men waiting on her time.
 
Wilbur was feeling pretty damn good when he left Belle's bedroom. He wasn't the toughest man in the world, but he did the right thing, coming to Belle's aid. They walked back down to the bar, then parted ways. Wilbur went to have another drink on the house. He didn't need to pay for anything this evening. Belle had another customer waiting for her. Mr. Cook, the man who managed the local mine, was next in line. The Englishman greeted Belle with a kiss upon her hand. He spoke of Belle looking so sexy this evening. Belle always looked sexy, whether she was working or not. Most men commented on how Belle looked so hot while dressed in tight pants and a shirt. Those same men said Belle would look hot wearing a potato sack. Belle & Mr. Cook left the bar, and went to her room. They spent an hour talking then fucking before Belle returned to the bar. She had several more men before her evening was over.

By the end of the night, the brothel was closed. Most of the girls were already in their beds, asleep. Belle & Imala remained in the bar, seated at a table. They were looking over the books. The news was very good for Belle's eyes. The brothel was now making money in all areas. The biggest moneymakers were still the girls and the bar. But, the men were now ordering more food from Belle's kitchen. Most likely because they were hungry after sex and instead of going somewhere else. They remained here and ate. This was good news. It meant the brothel was becoming more profitable. Belle went to bed, feeling good about the business she started. On most Nights, Josiah would be joining Belle in her bed. Though they hadn't spoken openly about a relationship. The two had become very close and did act like a couple while together. Belle didn't need to find a man who accepted her and what she did for a living. She already had one in Josiah. They just needed to admit their feeling for each other. Josiah wouldn't be with Belle on this night. He was performing his duties as a preacher. Sitting by the bedside of a sickly old woman who was about to die. She wanted the comfort of having her minister there when she passed over to the other side.

The brothel was peaceful after everyone was in bed. Belle had been sleeping for an hour before the door to her storeroom opened. William had entered the brothel, posing as a customer while Belle was busy. He had a few drinks, and even joked around with some of the girls. Before Belle had appeared again. William slipped away and hid. Sally thought the man had left. He never booked anytime with any of the girls. Not uncommon. There were men who did come in just to have a few drinks. Sally never thought that man would be hiding inside the brothel or that he meant to do Belle harm. So she didn't tell Belle of the new stranger that night. He was just one of many faces the girls see each evening. William softly walked through the silent bar. He had all afternoon and evening to plan out what he would do with Belle. And what he planned on doing, wasn't going to be pleasant. William would make Belle suffer for how she talked back to him. How she treated him and she embarrassed him. William had slipped into Doc Miller's office and took a bottle of chloroform from a cabinet that afternoon. He never left town as he said he would. During William's time talking with the girls. He found out where Belle slept. William knew she'd be downstairs, near her office.

As Belle slept quietly. William entered her room, pulled the bottle of chloroform from his coat. His dark figure moved over to her bed. He then placed some onto a rag, then held the rag over Belle's mouth & nose. There was a few moments where Belle struggled, but soon she stopped. Belle was knocked out. William looked down on Belle with such disdain. He could easily do what he wanted right now. but there would be no fun in that. Belle would learn a better lesson if she was awake when William made her feel pain. He picked Belle up and carried her from her room. William managed to get Belle outside, then he hoisted her body over his horse. Belle laid acrossed the horse as William climbed up, then rode out of town. He rode north for almost ten miles before he stopped. William climbed down from the horse, then he pulled Belle down. She was placed, laying on the ground. He then waited as the dawn was beginning to break. The sun would soon be up and so would Belle. William wanted her awake so she could suffer when he punished her for the way she treated him. Belle would learn a very painful lesson by the time William was done with her. No man would ever want to be with her again. Not after William was done with her.
 
After Wilbur, Belle spent some time with Mr. Cook, the man who managed the local mine. He had been waiting for her when she came down with Wilbur and after bidding Wilbur goodbye, she moved towards Mr. Cook and smiled at him, greeting him happily. He took her hand and kissed her upon the back of her hand and he said she looked sexy that evening and she thanked him. It was a compliment that she got from most of the men who visited her, but she still thanked them for it. After talking for a little bit, Belle and Mr. Cook left the bar and head to her room where they spent an hour talking and fucking before she then returned to the bar for the next customer. Like usual, she had a number of men wanting her time and company that night.

After the business was closed for the night, Belle and Imala bid the rest of the girls a goodnight before staying up a while longer to go over the books and talk about business. There were things to order and other things to take care of. Belle was very happy with how things were going at the brothel. Not only were the girls bringing in plenty of money, but different parts of the brothel were beginning to bring in more money then before. With everything taken care of for the evening and put away in her office, Belle retired to her bedroom for the night. Normally she would of had Josiah with her, but she knew that he was needed elsewhere because of his duties as a preacher. So she went to bed.

However, she had no clue what was in store for her. While she slept, she had no clue that William was sneaking through her place of business and making his way to her bedroom. The woman only knew that something was wrong when someone placed their hand over her mouth. When this happened, Belle's eyes snapped open and she began struggling. However, there was something strong smelling upon the rag in the hand that was covering her nose and mouth. Within seconds she was beginning to get light headed and then everything went black. It was sometime before Belle began to rouse again and as she began to wake up, she groaned. She had a pounding headache, similar to if she had been drinking a lot the night before, but she knew that she hadn't drunk a lot the night before. The woman closed her eyes tightly while turning her head, wondering what the hell was going on when she opened her eyes and was met with the sight of the sky up above. She wasn't in her bed and when she realized that, her heart began beating faster.
 
Belle was laying on the ground. Her hands and feet hand been tied together with some lengths of rope. Other then a headache from the chloroform, Belle was otherwise unharmed, for now. That would all soon change. William was in a mind to make Belle feel some real pain. He was disgusted by her actions, and the type of business she spoke of opening. It was unbelievable that any woman who lived in the upper class, could sink so low as to sell her body for money. It made William ill to think that he could have married such dirty slut. She almost became a Prescott. William was thankful that didn't happen. However, Belle needed to pay for the way she spoke to him. She needed to pay for the disrespect she showed him. No woman talked back to William Prescott, and no woman showed him such disrespect. Belle embarrassed him in front of her aunt & uncle.

William was standing several feet away from where Belle laid on the ground. Laying in the dirt was a fitting place for such a dirty whore. The sun was rising in the sky. It was about 8 am or there abouts. William heard Belle make some noise as she started to wake. He reached down into his left boot, and pulled out a knife with a long blade. This knife would be his instrument to make Belle pay. William wouldn't kill her, but he would make sure no man would ever want to look at her again. He would make Belle suffer a fate some whores fell into. Mostly the girls who worked on their own, without some protection. These girls were often beaten and their faces slashed by unruly customers, a competitor or someone looking to punish them for some reason. This is what William planned for the who could have been his wife.
 
Belle could feel the hard ground against her back and when she raised a hand to touch her aching head, she discovered her hands were bound by some rope. This led to her learning that her feet were bound as well, waking her up completely as she began twisting her hands and trying to free her feet. At the same time, Belle began looking around her and though it took a moment, she soon spotted an all too familiar form of her former intended. When she saw William standing several feet away, she felt both fear and anger flare up in her and she gritted her teeth as she looked up at him. She could feel the rope around her wrists and ankles chaffing her skin as she struggled against them. In the past, Belle had gone up against a number of violent men, but never had she been tied up like this and the sense of vulnerability made her heart begin to speed up, but she had to force herself not to panic at this.

"William Prescott." she hissed between her teeth. "If this is some kind of sick joke, it's not funny." She had seen the kind of man that William truly was and she knew that he was a violent man who looked down on women. So being at his mercy was worrisome. And the fact that he had obviously kidnapped her from her own bed and brought her to who knows where, was even more so. As she looked at him, Belle soon noticed that he had a long knife in his hand and she swallowed hard, her eyes widening a little.
 
William stood, glaring down on Belle. His face was like stone. Not showing a sign of any emotion. His eyes however, they were filled with hate. If looks could kill. Belle would have a huge hole in her chest. William had no plans for killing the woman he once loved. He wanted her to know fear, he wanted her to feel pain and suffer, but she would live. William would allow her that much. He made sure the knife was clearly seen in his hand. " Oh I assure you.......This is no joke. " William spoke with disdain in his voice. " What I will do to you is very real.......You will learn a hard lesson about respect and the place of a woman. " William spoke while he checked the blade of his knife. A smile came over his face, his thumb was lightly brushing over the knife edge. It was good and sharp. Just what William wanted to teach Belle her place in this world.

" Tell me.........In your time out here in the west......Have you ever seen someone who was scalped? " William asked. " I've been thinking about that......Since this afternoon......I spoke with a number of men in El Paso......They told me stories about people who suffered from being scalped.......It made me wonder if a face could be scalped? " William spoke as his smile turned evil. " I decided I needed to see for myself.......Though I confess......I've never done anything like this before.......I'm sure a skilled hand could take all the skin off easily.......Since I'm not skilled......I'm sure it will hurt and I'll have to take smaller pieces of skin off.......Bit by bit. " William's voice was cold and uncaring as he spoke. He held the knife up, admiring it. William then began slowly moving towards Belle.
 
The way that William glared at her sent ice down her spine. The hate he felt for her was evident and the look in his cold eyes made her heart skip a beat as she forced herself up into a sitting position, something that was a little difficult with her current predicament. As the man she had once believed she loved began to speak, she could also hear the disdain that he felt for her in his voice. His words both chilled her yet angered her as he once again spoke about the place of a woman. And the fact that he thought it was his place to teach her such a thing angered her as well. However, she couldn't let her emotions control her. Not yet.

When William asked about whether or not she'd ever seen someone who was scalped during her time out in the west. This was something that Belle had actually seen since returning out West and it was something quite unpleasant to witness. However, she knew that it was possible to survive a scalping, but most of the time the victims died of it. She looked at William with unveiled disgust and horror as he spoke about wondering if a face could be scalped. It became clear what William was intending to do and she knew that she couldn't just sit there and wait. She had to find something with which she could defend herself.

Those back at the brothel would know soon enough that she was missing. The woman never just up and left without letting the others know where she was going and how long she might be gone. And she certainly never slept in late, no matter how late she was awake the night before. But the problem was, no one would know right away who took her or where she was taken. As William began moving towards her, Belle looked around almost frantically before beginning to try and pull herself away from him. It was difficult with her hands and feet bound, but the young woman began edging away from the man. He was crazy, she was sure of it. By now Belle was on her side, pushing herself with her bound feet while pulling with her hands. But at the same time, she could hear him getting closer.
 
Seeing Belle trying to get away, made William laugh out loud. There was no way for her to escape. No one knew where she was. It would take time before they realized Belle was even missing. They would have to search for her. It could take hours, even days before she was found. There was a chance, she might not be found at all. William understood this, and was willing to take that chance. Though he didn't plan on killing her. William wouldn't lose any sleep if Belle died out here. Back in town. Imala realized her sister was gone. She knew something wasn't right and sent for Marshal Watkins. Belle wouldn't just take off without telling someone. She certainly wouldn't leave without saying something to Imala. Not even a note was left behind. Imala was very worried for her older sister.

Miles away from El Paso. William looked at Belle, as a predator looks upon it's prey. " I'm sure the men who pay to fuck you......Do so because of your beauty. " William spoke coldly while slowly stalking Belle. " I doubt those men or any man would want you if your face was damaged.........If your beauty was taken and replaced by a horrific mask. " William's voice began to rise. A wild look came over his face. He began swinging the large knife back and fourth while approaching Belle. She could only struggle so much, and she could only get so far. " I'm going to take your beauty away from you........I'm going to make it impossible for any man to ever look upon you again.......You'll never be able to sell yourself again bitch! " William continued to speak, while the knife continued to slash through the air. He was slowly growing closer and there was only so much Belle could do to defend herself. William had moved close enough. Belle would be able to hear the sound the knife made as it sliced through the air. Suddenly, there was a loud crack. Like thunder, but there was no clouds in the sky. William went silent, then an odd look came over his face. The knife dropped from his hand, then William fell to the ground. He was face down, there was a hole in the back of his head. About two hundred yards away, sat a man on a horse. He was dressed in a similar style as Josiah, but this wasn't Josiah.
 
Belle heard William begin to laugh as she tried to get away from him and she felt tears of frustration and fear beginning to prick at the corners of her eyes as she clawed at the ground some more. As he began to speak about the men paying to fuck her only doing so because of her beauty and of what he was going to do to her, she felt her fear rising and it was getting harder to control her fear as she scrambled to try and get away faster. As he continued to close in on her, she then heard the sound of the knife slicing through the air and the tears she'd been trying to hold back spilled down her cheeks. She was sure that he would be on her any moment now. However, suddenly a loud crack split the air.

The sound was an all too familiar one and she cried out while falling still, burying her head in her arms. She knew that it was a gunshot that she'd just heard. After all, she'd fired guns plenty of times before in the past and she'd heard guns go off. After the shot was fired, everything fell still except for Belle's heavy breathing. Lifting her head, she looked back at William and watched as an odd look came over his face and she heard the knife fall to the ground, soon followed by William as well. Seeing him fall, a ragged sob of both fear and relief tore from Belle's throat as she laid there in the dirt. Her attention was then drawn to the figure of the man sitting upon a horse a good distance away. For a long moment she stared at him before swallowing hard, the fat tears still rolling down her cheeks, leaving tracks in the dust upon her pretty face. The woman didn't know who this man was, but he had just saved her from Williams cruel plans and though he was two hundred yards away, she could see that he was dressed similarly to Josiah.

With a soft grunt, Belle turned and struggled to make her way over to William who had fallen not far from her and she picked up the knife that had fallen from his hand. And holding it in both of her hands, she began to cut at the ropes holding her feet. She didn't know this man, but if he intended any sort of harm, at least she would be able to attempt to run. Belle knew that not all men were bad, but right now she was bound and wearing nothing but a nightgown after having been kidnapped from her own bed. She wasn't about to take any chances.
 
The unknown man in black, holstered his rifle on his saddle. He then began to slowly ride towards where Belle and the now dead William were. Clearly he wasn't Josiah, though the two men dressed in a similar fashion. Both wearing mostly black. Josiah wore such clothes because he was a preacher. Why this man wore such clothes, wouldn't be known until he reached where Belle struggled to free herself. The man continued on. Moving slowly towards Belle. Had he been looking to do her harm. He would have done so, or he would be charging at her. the man was riding as if this were a Sunday morning and he was taking a easy ride. As he grew closer, the sun would let Belle know, this man was wearing a badge. He was clearly a lawman of some type. It took several minutes for the man to ride close enough for Belle to really see him. He wasn't quite as old as Josiah, yet the two men were built alike.

" Howdy Miss........I'm JP Wright.......Untied States Marshal.......That man seemed likely to do you harm. " The lawman introduced himself. He was the legendary JP Wright from the Arizona territory. A very well known US Marshal in the old west. People spoke about JP Wright. Some spoke of him as they would speak of heroes like Hercules. Others spoke of him as if he were death riding a horse. JP was famous for being quick on the draw. Many said he was the fastest gun in the west. He was obviously a damn good shot. He hit William in the head, from two hundred yards out, using a rifle without a scope, while seated on a horse. Not easy even for the best shots. JP slowly dismounted his horse. He looked down at William, while asking Belle who this man was?
 
Belle kept an eye on the man riding slowly closer to her even as she cut the rope around her ankles. It didn't take too long to cut through the ropes thanks to how sharp the knife was. With her ankles freed, Belle then turned her attention to the ropes around her wrists. These ones were a little harder to cut as she didn't want to harm herself, but gradually she cut through them and by the time the man on the horse had reached where she sat near Williams still body, her hands were free as well and she rubbed her wrists. Both her ankles and wrists had chaffed from the rope which left red marks around them. However, while she had been freeing herself, she'd noticed the glint of the sun on something upon the mans chest. It had obviously been a badge and knowing he was some kind of lawman helped the woman relax a little more.

Once he was close enough, the man spoke to her and introduced himself to Belle before stating that William seemed likely to do her harm. This was the kind of statement that Belle might of normally had some kind of comment for, but after what had just happened, she didn't have much to say about it other then nodding. It was afterwards that the mans name registered in her mind and she looked up at him again. Belle was familiar with the name of JP Wright. During her travels, she'd learned a number of stories about this man. She watched as he dismounted from his horse and looked down at William, asking who he was. "He was my former intended." she told him. "His name is William Prescott. A year ago I had broken off our engagement. Recently he tracked me down to El Paso where I live, thinking that I would do as he demanded and marry him. I think it's safe to say he didn't take the second rejection as well as he had the first one."

Slowly Belle climbed to her feet, stumbling a little before regaining her balance. Afterwards she wrapped her arms around herself, aware that she was standing there in just a thin night gown. Though it had been unlucky that she'd been alone when William took her from her bed, she was kind of lucky at the same time because she only wore her night gown to bed when she was alone. Otherwise, she probably would of been naked as a jay bird when William took her.
 
JP wasn't the type of man to gawk at a woman. Even if Belle had been standing there naked. JP would give her respect and not stare at her. He nodded his head as Belle spoke of who the dead man was. He heard her speak of El Paso. JP had been through there many times in the past. He knew Marshal Watkins very well. " El Paso is only ten miles over that way. " JP spoke while pointing the way Belle should go. He then pulled a piece of paper from his saddlebag. " You may as well use the horse to get back to El Paso.......Mr. Prescott won't be needing it anymore. " JP continued to talk while writing out a note. He then folded the paper and handed it to Belle. He told her to give this message to Marshal Watkins in El Paso. JP had written up an explanation of what happened. It also told of where the body could be found.

" Marshal Watkins can send the undertaker out after the body.......You have a good day Miss. " JP spoke while climbing onto his horse. He tipped his hat to Belle, then turned his horse and began riding slowly away. It was one hell of a way to start the day. Abducted, then threatened, then rescued by a famous lawman. It was the type of thing people write about in stories. Not really something Belle wanted to live out, but she did. The incident only gave Belle another reason to go visit her friend Calvera and his men, acrossed the border in Mexico. She could forget about everything and just enjoy being around a bunch of horny men for a while.
 
Belle noticed that JP didn't gawk or even look at her much in the way that many other men would of should others had seen her and she relaxed some more while he told her where El Paso was and she looked in the direction he pointed, slowly nodding and then looking up at the man again as he told her that she may as well use the horse to return to El Paso. Since William wouldn't be needing it anymore. As he spoke, she watched him fetch a piece of paper from his saddlebag and begin to write a note. Then the man folded it and held it out to her, so Belle took it from him. JP told her to give it to Marshal Watkins and she nodded. "Yes sir." she softly said while gazing down at the note.

When he said that Marshal Watkins could send the undertaker out after the body, she nodded once more while he climbed up onto his horse. "Thank you sir. For your help." she told him as he climbed up and then he began riding slowly away. The woman sighed and looked down at Williams cooling body and she wanted to kick him but she shook her head and moved over to the horse that William had been using and she took the reins in hand. With them held firmly, Belle climbed up into the saddle, though she had to adjust how she was sitting because of her current attire. After she got herself situated in the saddle, Belle began riding back towards El Paso, wanting to put that morning behind her. She definitely needed some time away from town and she planned on doing just that after she returned and got a change of clothing. Of course, she was sure that she'd have to talk to a couple people. After all, she did have to give the Marshal the note that JP had given her. Then she had to talk to her sister about where she would be going.
 
The brothel was buzzing with activity, and it was still early in the morning. Marshal Watkins had arrived, summoned by Imala after Belle wasn't found in her room. The brothel had been searched from top to bottom, and no trace of Belle could be found. Marshal Watkins asked if Belle could have left without telling anyone? Saying that maybe she just wanted to go for a walk, or a ride. Imala shook her head. She said Belle would never leave without telling someone. Imala even pointed out that no note had been left behind. Even if Belle had wanted to take a walk or ride in the morning. She would have left a note for Imala. There was no note and Imala feared the worst. Marshal Watkins agreed, it wasn't like Belle to just disappear without saying something to someone. However, Marshal Watkins had no clue as to where Belle had gone. As he asked Imala and the other girls. The subject of William Prescott came up. Imala told Marshal Watkins what happened between the man and Belle.

Marshal Watkins had somewhere to start his investigation. He would see about finding William Prescott and seeing if the man knew anything. Marshal Watkins planned on starting at the hotel owned by Mr. Jennings. Since that's where the incident between Belle and Prescott took place. Marshal Watkins didn't get the chance to do anything. One of the girls, who'd been out sweeping the wooden sidewalk off, spotted Belle coming down the street on a horse. She ran inside and told everyone of who she saw. Marshal Watkins, Imala and several girls went out front and stood. They could all see Belle was wearing a nightgown. Not something that Belle wore when she went out riding, and she wasn't even riding her own horse. She was riding a horse rented from the stables in town. Everyone waited to hear what happened.
 
Her time riding back to town was spent thinking about William Prescott and what he had done, as well as how his family might react to this. Williams mother was a sweet woman, but his father had been a little on the stern side back when she'd met them. However, after seeing how much different William actually was beneath his charming exterior, it made her wonder if she truly knew them. Sighing, she shook her head and focused on riding the horse, kicking it into a gallop so she could get back faster. It took some time, but eventually she spotted the town and she smiled to herself, relieved to see the place that she called home. As the woman rode the horse through town in just her nightgown, she got plenty of stares. After all, this was something she'd never done before. But Belle never batted an eye as she guided the horse in the direction of the brothel.

As she neared, she saw a group of people file out of the building and stand in front of the brothel. She could see the Marshal and Imala, as well as a number of girls who worked for her. All of them were watching her approach and she was relieved that she wouldn't have to go looking for the Marshal. Stopping in front of the brothel, Belle slipped down from the horse and tied it up to one of the hitching posts before approaching the Marshal. "I was told to give this to you Marshal Watkins." she told him, holding out the note from JP. "I'll explain everything further after I've gone inside and got a drink. I've been out in the sun all morning." She was speaking to both the Marshal and to Imala. The pretty brunette wanted to get out of the sun and get something to drink after having been out in the morning sun since in rose.

So Belle head inside with the girls following close behind, all of them wanting to know what had happened. She made her way inside where she got herself some water as well as a glass of whiskey. Right away she drank down the whiskey before taking her time with the water. She'd not eaten at all that day, so she wasn't going to drink a lot of alcohol. She just needed that small bit of whiskey to settle her nerves a bit. With the whiskey downed, Belle finally leaned against the counter and sighed while gazing at her wrists where the fading red marks stood out against her usually quite fair skin. Finally she began to tell them what had happened, explaining to the Marshal about what had happened with William the day before over at the hotel and what had happened that morning.
 
Everyone was eager to know what happened. Why had Belle been out riding on a rented horse, wearing only her nightgown. This wasn's normal for Belle. Marshal Watkins took the note handed to him. He opened it, even as Belle spoke of explaining everything. She needed a drink before that happened. The group followed Belle into the brothel. A glass of water was brought to Belle and a shot of whiskey was poured for her. Marshal Watkins was reading the note written by an old friend. The note explained enough for Marshal Watkins to understand what happened to Belle. In the note, JP wrote of encountering a man threatening a woman with a long knife. He spoke of how Belle was tied and laying on the ground, crawling for her life in the dirt. JP then wrote of how he shot and killed a man named William Prescott. Doing so to save the life of Belle.

It was a pretty clear cut case. Marshal Watkins then listened as Belle spoke of what happened. Telling her side of the story. What she said happened outside of town, was the same thing JP spoke of in his note. Clearly Belle had been kidnapped from her bed by William Prescott. He then took her out of town and planned to do horrible things to her. Prescott was then shot and killed by JP Wright. Marshal Watkins took down Belle's statement. He then had her sign the paper. Marshal Watkins already had a signed note from JP, and he knew where the other marshal could be found if needed. Belle was told by Marshal Watkins, not worry about anything. He spoke of taking care of everything that needed done. Marshal Watkins suggested that Belle try and relax now. Her ordeal was over now.
 
After she told everyone about what had happened, Belle rubbed her eyes almost tiredly before taking another drink of her water. She explained everything in detail to Marshal Watkins. She even told him that Wilbur had been witness to how William had acted the day before, as could her own aunt and uncle if they hadn't left town yet to return to New York. He took her statement and then she signed the paper that he handed to her. He told her not to worry about anything and that he would take care of everything that needed to be done, suggesting that she relax now that her ordeal was over. She thanked Marshal Watkins and said that she would probably be taking a bath next.

Belle finished up her water and then asked one of the girls tell the cook to throw together something quick and light for her to eat once she finished with her bath. Bidding Marshal Watkins a good day, the woman stood up and pushed away from the bar before she head for her room where she would bathe. Before she left the bar, she asked Imala to join her in her room so she could talk to her. Belle planned on leaving shortly after she finished her bath and ate something. She needed to get out of town for a day or two and she really wanted to visit Calvera and his men. She felt it had been too long since she'd seen them and they knew how to really fuck a woman.
 
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