Belle Starr
By Madcat
How she tamed the west.


Little Billy first saw the stranger from over a quarter mile away. The sharp
eight year old knew he was different right away. Something about how the
newcomer rode and sat in the saddle was inherently different from the cowpokes
and sodbusters the young boy commonly encountered.

Carrying his trusty rifle, Billy closed in on the stranger. The boy pretended
he was a Comanche ambushing an army patrol. His prey cooperated by walking
unhurriedly on horseback thru the south pasture. Billy made good use of cover
and his 4 ft height, lining up his shot from an empty watering trough. No
wonder these Army guys got their butts kicked.

All of a sudden the prey whirled on his horse and fired with a slender hand.
"POW! Gotcha." He said in a strange voice. He sounded like a girl.

That's because he was and a pretty one at that. She dressed like a man with
chaps, boots and hat. But there was no mistaking her long blonde hair, angelic
face or shapely chest. He was still too young to understand why the cowgirl
looked so swell.

"Howdy partner. The name's Belle, Belle Starr. Any place to get some water for
the horse. Ain't seen some in a spell." She said with a captivating smile.

Billy approached tentatively as if he could not quite believe his eyes. He
knew this was odd. The Montana territory could be a rough place. Bandits,
injuns, and plain old bad folk still preyed on the weak and innocent. It was
no place for a defenseless woman.

"Ah, yeah, up by the house." The kid finally said, looking up at her as if she
were some sort of angel. She was cleaner than most folk he knew. That made the
stranger look pure, almost holy.

"You want a ride?" Belle said, offering her hand.

"Sure." Billy replied. The blonde angel lifted him with surprising ease and
placed him in front of her on the saddle.

"Wow! You have six guns?" the boy said, enjoying the feel of her feminine body
on his back.

"Yep, 2 of 'em." She replied.

Despite the myth, six guns were something of a rarity in most parts of the
west. You couldn't hunt with them. Most westerners preferred rifles. Belle had
one of those too, a shiny new Winchester.

"Can you teach me to shoot them?"

"Maybe someday kiddo." The girl replied as she rounded the corner of the
homestead.

That's when she saw Jack, Billy's dad. He was a big, mountain of a man,
typical of those who came west. The male wrestled with some fencing for his
cows. He looked up with a broad smile.

"Howdy, ma'am. Hope Billy wasn't botherin' ya." The big man said. If he was
surprised to see her, it didn't show. But his eyes did linger slightly on the
gentle swell of her bosom.

"Not at all. He's a charming young man."

"Good. What can I do fer ya today?" Such hospitality was common place on the
edges of civilization. Everybody helped everybody.

"A little water for my horse. She's powerful thirsty." The blonde said as she
slid off her horse, leaving the little boy in the saddle.

She might have been dressed like a man but Jack noticed some inherent
differences. Her pants were tight, highlighting the fact that she definitely
wasn't a man. The girl's gun belt sat up high on her very womanly hips. She
wore her shirt even tighter than her pants, which emphasized the fullness of
her enticing breasts. The top most buttons of her blouse lay open, hinting at
some wide cleavage. In short, the stranger made some humdrum clothes look
anything but.

"My names Belle, Belle Starr." She said, sticking out her hand like a man.

Jack found her mannerisms a tad presumptuous. She was obviously a woman who
wanted to be treated like a man. He had seen a few cowgirls in the past who
had demanded similar treatment. Only those gals didn't look like women. They
usually stunk worse than their male counterparts.

But this was the west and nobody put much stock in civilized mannerisms. Here
you did what you had to to survive. So the male took her hand in the spirit it
was offered.

He expected a dainty grip and got something completely different. Belle was a
slender lass with arms befitting a lady of such beauty. Yet the girl shook
with all the strength and authority of a man.

"I'm Jack. The water's over yonder. Billy, go help her pump." He said,
pointing the way. Jack had flirted with the idea of walking her over, but the
missus might be watching. And it didn't pay to make her mad.

"Thanks." Belle said. She tipped her hat and turned away, giving Jack a last
look at her enchanting face. One just didn't see such beauty out here. There
was something more to Belle's pretty face. A coldness, supreme confidence and
perhaps a touch of cruelty, Jack thought.

He was still thinking about her twenty minutes later when Joe Tucker and his
boys showed up. Four of them all together. They rode thru his vegetable patch.

"Well, sodbuster, have you decided on my offer?" Joe said with an evil smirk.

"I ain't sellin." Jack replied. "So I'd appreciate it if you got the hell off
my property."

"It ain't your property, sodbuster. I made you a fair ... "

"And I said no."

"Maybe I ain't askin' this time." The man to his right cocked a shotgun. All
of the cowboys were armed with rifles and pistols.

"I'd ask real nice this time. And better put that shotgun down real slow
like." Came a female voice off to the right. It was Belle. She had come around
the log cabin on her mare and flanked the bastards. The angelic blonde had one
of those shiny six guns in her hand.

"Miss, I'd put that thing down before you hurt yourself." The gray haired old
man said.

BAM! A single shot rang out. It clipped the middle of the right hand man's
shotgun, flinging it to the ground. The fool closest to Belle went for his six
gun reflexively. Just as he touched the handle of the revolver, the male
noticed he was staring down the barrel of Belle's second .44.

"We are really close to making a big mistake here gentleman. Do you all want
to die here today?" The blonde said, her pistols leveled.

It took a moment for the cowboys to discern the skill and the speed of the
female. It was nothing like they had ever scene. But Joe didn't get to be the
biggest rancher for a hundred miles by runnin' from a girl.

"There's four of us. You can't get us all." He warned

"Don't bet on that. But just to be sure, I'll kill you first, old man." Belle
answered coldly. He might right. One of the males might get a shot off. But in
her opinion, cowboys couldn't hit the broadside of a barn in a real fight.
They just didn't have the nerves.

Joe Tucker didn't get to where he was by picking fights he couldn't win.
Slowly he turned his black horse around and said, "Talk to you later,
sodbuster."

The cowboys left.

Jack looked at Belle. "That wasn't your fight stranger."

"Hell of a way to say thank you." The busty blonde said, trotting over.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"I know."

"Hey, do you want to stay for supper? You'll like Martha's cookin'. Plus, I'm
sure she'd love to meet a girl gunfighter."

"How'd you know?"

"It was pretty obvious. Though I must admit I have never seen a gunfighter
half as pretty as you."

Belle blushed.

"Well, are you stayin' for supper?"

"Uhm, I don't think so ... "

"Come on, stay!" Billy said, entering the picture with his usual stealth.

"All right." The shapely gunfighter agreed as she dismounted her horse. Billy
greeted his hero with a great big hug across her perfect posterior. He had
seen the girl defeat the bad cowboys and save dad.

They sat around a small table. Martha had made a literal feast for her guest
and barraged the young lady with questions on such vital topics as fashion,
music, and gossip. Jack's wife was very much the opposite of Belle. She had
brown hair and looked short and dumpy next to the female gun fighter. Life in
the west could be hard on a woman.

The blonde beauty answered every question but gave no details on her past or
future. Jack knew better than to ask. His wife didn't.

"So where are you heading, Belle." The woman of the house asked.

"West."

"That's still Indian country." Jack chipped in.

"I'll survive."

"Honey, that's dangerous. You don't want to know what those red savages do to
white women." Martha said seriously.

"Maybe I do." Belle answered with a big smile.

"Martha, lay off her. She's a big girl and can go where she pleases. Anyway, I
pity the man who messes with Belle, Indian or no." Jack added in.

"I'm serious. She could stay with us for a while if she wants." His wife
stated.

"No, really, I appreciate the offer, but I fear I have overstayed my welcome
here already. Thank you for your hospitality." Belle said, getting up.

"No, thank you for sending Joe and the boys runnin'. That will be one we can
tell our grand kids. And Martha's offer stands. Anytime." The man replied.

She smiled, enjoying Jack's praise as much as she dared. "I'll just bunk out
in the barn tonight."

The girl turned and left. Both males, young and old, watched intently as she
did so.

Jack awoke as usual just before dawn. He put on his boots, then went outside
to use the privy. The male turned the corner and bumped into Belle. They both
skidded to a halt. Some how the sweet young girl ended up in his arms.

"Are you OK?" Jack asked. It was a reasonable question given that he
outweighed her by 50 or more pounds. For some unknown reason, Jack found
himself off balance.

"Yeah, are you?" Belle answered, pressing against him. He felt so warm, and
big and strong. It had been a long time since her last warm up.

"Well, err, It ... " the male stammered. That's when he felt it, pressed
against her hard packed abdomen. Jack was still dressed in his underwear, a
long gray one piece. His you-know-what had hardened up from his full bladder.
But a hard-on was a hard-on.

Belle just kissed him. And it wasn't one of those sisterly pecks either. This
wasn't like her. She had bedded a few men over the years. In the days before
birth control, one had to be cautious. But she had never messed with a married
man or acted so impulsively. Things seemed to be moving faster than she could
control them.

Much to her surprise, the male didn't reject her. He had never cheated on his
wife. Hell, Jack really never had the chance out in the wilds. But this was
more than he could take. He held the supple girl close, returning her kisses
with reckless abandon.

What the man didn't realize was that he had already lost the initiative to a
very aggressive female. Her hands went to his underwear, unbuttoning it.
Silently, it fell away from his meaty frame, leaving the male naked in her
arms. To a modern man this may have been no big deal, but to Jack it was
terrifying. He never got fully naked with his wife, let alone a strange and
beautiful woman. The fact that she was still fully clothed (and armed) just
added to his sense of vulnerability.

The fear turned big, strong Jack into putty. With a girl like Belle, that was
dangerous. She fondled him boldly, enjoying the smell of fear on her mate.
Belle liked being in control. For her it was almost an obsession. It fed the
female lust, turning it into a wildfire. Slipping one foot behind Jack, the
busty blonde pushed, toppling him to the dirt.

Dropping just her drawers, Belle took him then and there. It kind of goes
without saying but she took the top spot. Control was everything to Belle and
she pinned his meaty arms beside his ears, totally dominating the sex.

The loss of power frightened and electrified Jack. Suffice it to say, he had
never experienced anything remotely like it. But with a girl like Belle, it
just seemed right.

She stopped after her first climax. "I have been thinking about your offer to
stay for awhile. I could hang around for a week or two, help out a little, if
its not too much bother."

"Sounds good to me." The male moaned, his cock encased in heavenly female
flesh.

"Good." The girl replied, grinding tentatively and causing her lover to
explode like a Greek volcano.

Jack found himself on pins and needles the rest of the day. Guilt over
cheating and shame over his unmanly submission to Belle unnerved him. True to
her word, the busty blonde worked her pretty little butt off, almost oblivious
to the apprehension that bedeviled him. Finally, he got up the courage to talk
with her after lunch.

They both agreed that this morning was a mistake and that it would never
happen again. That eased up the tension a bit as they dug fence poles. But
deep down, Belle and Jack knew that it would happen again. They didn't know
when, where or how, but they knew it just the same. There was just too much
chemistry between them.

Much to his surprise, Belle somehow kept up with him thru out the afternoon.
She was one tough woman. He knew that much already. But Jack was a man born
and bred to toil. He wanted to atone for his earlier unmanliness by out doing
his erstwhile lover. It didn't work. No matter what he did or how hard he did
it, she kept pace.

Amazed, they broke for dinner. It seemed quite amiable as the missus remained
blissfully ignorant of her man's indiscretion.

After dinner, they parted company. Belle went for a bath, while the male
attacked his pet project: a tree stump. Once a mighty oak, Jack had felled it
last summer. But to this day, the stump had defied him. He tired burning,
chopping and sawing. Nothing seemed to work.

It did provide him with a nice way to forget his worries and that was
precisely what he needed right now. The male hefted his double bladed axe and
swung. It bit into a resilient root. The axe rose and fell in a natural
rhythm. Jack eventually removed his shirt as his muscles rippled with
exertion.

"What's this? Starting without me?" Belle said from behind. "Let me spell
you."

He was surprised to see her there wearing just a white under shirt. The girl's
perky breasts were clearly visible underneath. It just hit him, that despite
their encounter in the dirt, he hadn't seen her bountiful bosom.

Jack handed her the heavy axe, eager to see the young woman fail at some
masculine endeavor. For his time, Jack was a liberated man. That didn't mean
he liked being shown up by a mere girl.

Much to his disdain, she hefted the axe like a pro and swung with considerable
force. It bit hard into the root. Lets see her do another like it, the
conceited male said to himself. And she did it, then another and another.
Rugged cords of lean muscle appeared on her back, shoulders and arms as she
swung.

"Looks like she's out doing you." Martha said, suddenly appearing at his side.

He looked down to find not only his wife but his son too, the boy's eyes wide
with admiration. Could this get any worse? Once his bastion of solitude, the
stump had turned into an object of humiliation.

"I'll show you." The male hissed at his wife.

She recoiled at his rare display of anger. Billy didn't notice, so captivated
by Belle's combination of beauty and strength. Jack marched off to the barn
and returned with his own axe. He went to work determined to show the busty
blonde who wore the pants.

Jack chopped like a veteran lumberjack, his big arms blasting away at the
lower roots. By this time his heavy frame bulged with thick, powerful muscles.

Sensing the competition, Belle stepped it up a notch, her luscious body
working in perfect harmony. While she lacked some of the male's raw power,
Belle made up for it in skill, speed and stamina. Her strokes hit more
accurately and more often.

The contest lasted more than four hours. It was well past nightfall when Jack
tied off the stump and got his draft horse to drag it away. They had done in
one night what he could not accomplish alone in over a year. It wasn't that
Belle had outperformed him, she hadn't. Jack had kept up with her all the way.
But the fact that the busty blonde had stayed in the contest with a male 50lb
heavier was stunning to say the least.

Jack sensed his world was changing. Belle had challenged the social order in
general and male supremacy in particular. She was every inch a female, but the
big chested blonde could beat the boys at their own game. Little did Jack
know, but Belle's display of female supremacy was just beginning.

Both the lumberjacks slept like the dead that night. Jack awoke at his usual
time, just before dawn. This time he snuck out to the outhouse like a thief in
the night. The male didn't want another run in with the horny blonde.

Fortunately, the chores were light today. They had their family trip to town,
which took all afternoon. It was usually the highlight of the week for Martha
and Billy. Dad's muscles ached and pained as he fed the live stock.

Belle got up late. Jack strangely took some pleasure in this. But it was short
lived. The blonde climbed down from the loft as sprightly as ever. Her sweet,
sexy body looked almost vibrant in a daring sleeveless shirt.

"How are you feeling this morning?" the male asked, hoping that she was as
sore as himself.

"Great. That was good work last night." Belle answered, almost indifferently.
She reached down and grabbed a bale of hay. Her slender arm muscles flexed as
the girl lifted it to her shoulders and stacked it. The move gave Jack a nice
side shot of her left breast. He stared both at the fullness of her bosom and
her remarkable recovery. She noted his attention and smiled back. Their
chemistry had lost none of its potency.

The trip to town took over an hour. On the way they met two other homesteader
families. Belle was an instant hit with everyone, the womenfolk not
withstanding. Her tight jeans and sleeveless shirt showed a little too much
for their liking, but they remained cordial just the same. It was like that in
the west. People put aside their differences where possible.

Town basically consisted of three buildings: a general store, a saloon and a
livery. Counting the out house, that made four. The homesteaders hit the
general store to buy supplies. Belle got bored and slipped into the saloon for
a little lubrication.

She knew it was a mistake right away. About a dozen cowboys sat around,
getting an early start on the night's drunken revelry. That could be enough of
a problem for a girl like Belle. Making matters worse, the blue eyed blonde
immediately picked out the four men she had bested just a couple of days ago.
In her many travels, Belle had come to realize that males resented being
whipped, especially by a woman. They would be eager to gain redress. There
would be trouble.

But the female gunfighter knew better than show fear around these types. She
brazenly girl-walked into the saloon, a pair .44's dangling from her perfect
hips. You could have heard a pin hit the floor at that point.

"Give me a whiskey." Belle said to the bartender. Despite the danger or
perhaps because of it, electricity flowed thru her body causing goose bumps to
form on her tanned skin. The blonde's nipples became almost painfully hard.

It didn't take long for trouble to walk her way.

"Let me buy you that drink, sweetheart." A man said in a strong southern
accent. Most of these civil war losers had lost their accents over time, but
not this guy. He was big, middle aged and could afford to lose a couple pounds
thru the middle. His bad manners, stale breath and sheer bulk indicated that
he was the alpha male of the group.

"What's your name, partner?" the girl said, turning to the big loser.

"Tex." He replied proudly.

"Figures. Here's the deal Tex. I don't drink with drooling idiots."

"Hey, I'm not drooling!"

"So you admit you're an idiot? Let me guess, it was your job to lick the
horseshit from General Lee's boot during the war." The girl said, waving her
perky bosom under his nose.

His face flushed with anger. "Why you! I'd rearrange that smile of yours if it
ain't fer them guns your wearing." Tex was an idiot, not to mention a petty
thief and a bully. But he was there two days ago and saw what she could do
with those six-shooters.

"You mean these guns." Belle said, reaching down to her narrow waist and
unbuckling the .44s. You could have heard a second pin drop in the saloon.

"Yeah, them." Tex replied naively, proving his idiot status once again.

"Bartender, could you be so kind as to hold these for a few seconds. This
shouldn't take long." The busty blonde asked. He took them almost reluctantly.
Nobody liked Tex much, and they didn't want to see him hurt a pretty girl.

"That was a big mistake, girlie!" the male said as he squared off against the
female.

"Tell ya what Tex. I'll give you a free shot. Right here. Lets see if ya can
finally win a war. And by the way, I'm a Yankee." Belle said pointing to her
sweet little chin.

Only a man would let his foe dictate where to throw the first punch. Only a
stupid man would put all his weight into it as Tex did. He threw a good right,
Belle had to admit. It breezed just over her head as she ducked, kicking up
locks of her golden hair. But it was doomed to failure.

The girl struck back with brutal efficiency, burying her right fist into his
rotund belly. Off balance, Tex doubled over from her surprisingly powerful
punch. He met her knee next as it shattered his nose. The girl moved with the
grace of a ballerina and the savage power of an Apache warrior.

Tex didn't know he had fallen until he looked up and saw the female standing
over him. He shot to his feet, trying to act like all was well. The fountain
of blood from his nose said otherwise.

"Get her, get her now." Joe Tucker yelled to his man. All of the cowboys stood
in stunned silence. This couldn't be happening; their toughest and strongest
being whupped by a mere girl.

To his credit, Tex was far from whupped. He went at the bitch, fists swing.
Pretty or not, she was going down. But the damned fool woman would not sit
still. Every punch missed. Then she started to hit back.

Just quick little jabs, here, there, everywhere. Again, Tex pretended they
didn't hurt. But, sadly, that just wasn't the case. Her bony little fists felt
like rocks and the slender waif punched like a bare knuckles boxer. His
relatively soft male body took a beating and Tex started to slow down.

The buxom blonde was at the height of her game, in complete control and loving
every second of it. Time to end it, she thought. The girl grabbed one of his
faltering punches, spun around and hip tossed the much larger male. Hopefully,
the rest of these cowpokes would learn from this.

Tex slammed into some bar stools and flopped around. Any fool could see she
was kicking his fat ass, but not Tex. Running on fumes and exhortations from
Joe to quit fooling around, the male got up and charged the female foe,
turning his two hundred pounds into a giant cannonball.

In her slight over confidence, Belle didn't react fast enough to his headlong
rush. He grabbed her by the shoulders and tried to bear her down. She
naturally refused but his momentum bore her backwards, her shirt ripping in a
spray of buttons.

They hit a table and landed hard on the top. The desperate male reached back
for a punch but the table gave way, spilling brawlers on to the floor. For the
first time the men in the room had something to cheer about.

Male elation didn't last long. The grapplers landed with girl on top, her
nubile breasts sticking out like a pair of ripe apples. Tex managed to unseat
her briefly but Belle quickly regained control, slamming the much larger male
down in a frightful display of female power. Then she unleashed her right
cross giving her a third round knockout.

Belle got to her feet, her bare breasts heaving victoriously. It had been a
good fight. Tex did better than she expected and, while un-bloodied, she at
least looked like she had been in a fight. Of course, the same could not be
said for the ex-alpha male. He looked like he needed a surgeon.

The rest of the men in the room just stared in wonderment at the girl's
breasts. She had done the impossible.

"Get her! Get her!" Joe Tucker shouted at his boys. This simply could not
stand.

Four of them answered his call. Two others saw no honor in the mixed fight and
another two had already exited the saloon. But Joe thought four would be
enough. "Get her!" the old man yelled. Little did he know, he had just sent
four male lambs against one cornered she-wolf.

"Guys, guys, can't we talk this thing thru?" Belle asked, retreating. She
wanted time to catch her breath after woman-handling Tex.

"Your goin' down bitch." A dark skinned man hissed as he pulled a knife. "Way
down."

"Fellas, don't make me hurt you guys." Belle pleaded as she retreated to the
corner of the room.

"Senorita, there are four of us." The knife wielder boasted.

"Wrong. There's only three now." the busty blonde pointed out as she slammed
her foot into the leader's balls. It hit with a sickening squish noise. She
didn't like to use men's built in weaknesses against them. It didn't seem
fair. But sometimes one just had to break the rules.

The brutal assault had the desired affect, freezing the others in their
tracks. But it did not stop Belle who turned into a whirlwind of female
destruction. She chopped one man in the neck, turned and back fisted another
in the nose. Both males fell back in disarray.

Only one freckly faced young man managed to get launch an attack, punching
beautiful Belle in the chin. Sadly, he hit like a girl. The bare breasted
blonde never broke stride, grabbed the kid from behind and slammed him into
the wall, one, twice, three time. He fell like a raggedy anne doll.

One man remained standing but not even he would engage the blonde one on one.
The cowboy reached back and grabbed a bottle off the bar and backed away. The
girl had won. They all knew it. She had beaten a roomful of cowboys.

Nobody understood this better than old Joe. He wanted to dominate this valley
and one mere girl stood in his way. "Its time to end this, right now." the man
said, cocking his shotgun and leveling it at the proud, bare breasted heroine.

"That's murder." The bartender shouted.

"Shut up, Sam. You saw her go for her pistols. It was self-defense." Tucker
said as if trying to convince himself.

Sadly, the old man stood just a few steps from the door. Jack burst in just in
time to knock the gun up in the air. A blast reverberated thru the saloon as
the gun discharged, knocking a hole in the roof. Homesteaders came rushing in
just in time to see Jack toss the old rancher down. The fight was over.

Belle ended it by tying her ruined shirt into a halter top. Then she took the
bottle of whiskey from the badly frightened cowboy and strode up to the bar.

"How much for the bottle?" the buxom blonde asked.

"Its on the house." The bartender replied, giving the girl her guns back.

The ride home should have been a fun time for fun for the Belle and her
friends. Sadly, it was anything but. The homesteaders eyed her with a mixture
of fear, apprehension and jealousy. To the men, she represented something
dangerous to their way of life. They each ruled over their women with an iron
fist. Physical power formed the basis for this patriarchal society. Belle's
simple existence challenged all they held dear.

For the women, it was more about jealousy. They new how their men folk felt
about her and the women shared these concerns. Fighting was unfeminine. Yet,
none could deny that Belle was a beautiful, voluptuous woman. It didn't add
up. They also resented the way their husbands and sons stole glances at the
busty blonde, their eyes filled with equal measure of lust and fear.

Belle picked up on all this. It wasn't the first time she had encountered
these feelings. For some reason, the girl hoped it would be different here.
She liked Jack and his kin. Belle had never had a family of her own and
desperately wanted to be a part of one. But now she realized that would be a
pipe dream. She would never fit. She would always be different. She would
always have to fight for what she wanted.

The girl took a swig of her whiskey and looked down at Billy. Only the kid had
been nice to her after the fight, filling her ears with praise over her heroic
deeds.

"You were great Belle, great. Not even pa could a whipped all those cowboys."
The little crooned.

"Yeah, kid. That's kinda the problem." Belle whispered, happy to have at least
one friend.

Meanwhile, back at the saloon, Joe Tucker picked up the pieces of his rag tag
band. This was his valley and the old man liked a good fight. But there was
more to it now. It had become a man versus woman thing. And the men had to
come out on top.

"Go get her boys. And don't comeback until she's dead." The male hissed. He
addressed Tex and the four other cowboys in the room.

The men had 2 broken noses, 2 cracked ribs, a bruised larynx, and 2 crushed
testicles between them. They weren't happy but, to a man, they all knew what
they had to do. The five cowboys nodded and limped out of the saloon.

After dinner, Belle retreated soberly to the barn. By this time her head hurt
with a little from the whiskey and she needed a bath. Of course, a bath out on
the frontier differed greatly from those in civilized society. Belle got
herself a big bucket of water from the well and took it into the barn.

A few minutes later, Jack left the house, nominally to check on the calves.
The real reason was Belle. His thoughts on her varied between wanting to thank
her for taking on Tucker's boys and hoping to slip her the big one. Jack
approached the barn as the sun set over the mountains.

He didn't know quite what to do so he glanced into the barn thru a window,
just to see if Belle was there, of course. What he saw almost stopped his
ticker.

The blonde stood in the middle of the barn bathed in the yellow light of a
lantern. She was nude, standing tall in a bucket of water. Her left hand
gripped a rag, slowly wiping down her tanned body. The girl's right hand
cupped her full breast and massaged gently. Her pulsating movements and wonton
expression indicated that Belle really enjoyed this bath.

Jack really enjoyed it too, his manhood thickening instantly. He couldn't
rightly go in the barn now, but he couldn't leave the window either. Belle was
hypnotic, writhing like Salome in her dance. She unknowingly teased the male
with shots of her surprisingly large breasts adorned with small, hardened
nipples and her tantalizingly hairy pussy.

Before Jack knew it his pants hit the dirt. The male grabbed his long, hard
tool and watched the hypnotic display. It ended all too soon when Belle
stepped out of the bucket and picked up a towel. That's when she saw him in
the window.

Belle was a crafty bitch and not one given to panic. In the fading light she
could not discern any details of the peeping tom. Without showing any alarm
she bent down as if to dry her feet, hiding her nubile body behind the stalls.
A second later the girl slipped out the back door with her pistols.

The male knew none of these things. He only understood his most personal
needs, the one in his hands. Jack just peered in the window.

"What the hell do you think yer doin out here?" Belle said sternly.

Again, Jack's ticker almost came to a complete stop. He spun around but the
pants around his ankles tripped him up. The male fell over backwards, one hand
still gripping his swollen shaft.

Belle stood over him with her hands on her pistols. She wore nothing besides a
gun belt and cowboy hat. Her proud breasts jutted out from beneath the blonde
hair spilling over her shoulders. But it was the golden triangle between her
long legs that really captured his attention.

"Belle, I - I - I ... " Jack tried to explain, but in this case a picture told
a thousand words.

"Stand up!" the girl ordered, pulling out one of her pistols. She didn't need
to, but the gun would insure his quick compliance.

Jack did as she ordered, only too happy to regain his feet. The man went to
pull up his trousers. "Look, I'm sorry ... "

"Drop 'em, Jack. Take off the shirt too." Belle said, gun drawn.

"Belle, it doesn't have to be like this." The male replied, frozen with fear.

"Yes it does Jack. Had you come out here differently, things would have been
different, no doubt. But you chose the wrong path, Jack. Now you must be
punished. All of you men are the same. You think you own us women, but you
don't. I'll show you." She ranted and cocked her gun. She pointed it at his
enlarged manhood. "I'll shoot this big thing first."

Jack dropped his trousers and took off the shirt. For the second time he stood
naked in front of this indomitable female warrior.

She grabbed his arm and led the male into the barn. He didn't resist. Even
when the girl holstered her six shooter and tied his hands, Jack remained
obedient. He had seen the carnage in the saloon. Jack doubted whether he could
even take Tex in a fight, let alone 4 others. Some day he knew he would have
to confront Belle, it somehow seemed to be their destiny, but not now.

The nubile blonde placed his hands on a harness hook high over his head. Then
she took a horse switch from the wall. Her evil plan had become diabolically
clear. Jack suddenly wished he had fought back. Now it was too late.

"No please, Belle ... I said I was sorry." Her one time lover begged and
pleaded.

"You'll do a lot more than that when I'm done with you." Belle whispered as
she teased his bare buttocks with the switch.

SWAT!

Nothing could have prepared the male for this punishment. It felt like a line
fire across his backside. Jack screamed but Belle didn't care. He was a man, a
bad man, and he was getting what he richly deserved. She hit him again and
again.

Martha and Billy heard the screams in the cabin. The mother knew instinctively
what it was. Billy had to ask.

"Shush up and go to sleep." The busty matron said. "I'll go check on your
father."

Billy lay down in his sleeping bag at the foot of his bed. He knew all about
corporal punishment, having received it from dad a few times. The boy smiled.
Now it was dad's turn.

Martha knew what to expect, but still gasped as she pried the barn door open
slightly. Her man, naked and very much aroused, stood tied to a post. The
dominant female stood behind him, stoking his rear with a switch. She wasn't
hitting very hard, but Jack begged and screamed just the same.

The older woman felt no desire to intervene despite the sexual overtones of
the beating. Jack had obviously done something very wrong and was getting his
comeuppance. Instead, Martha found the spectacle fascinating, almost exciting
to watch.

By this time, Belle had started to calm down a bit. She realized that these
were her demons, not his, that she was exercising. It was also apparent that
Belle had turned this once very proud male into a sobbing pile of flesh. She
had broken him.

The blonde, her nipples harder than she could ever remember, ran the switch
down the crack of his ass. It ended up between his legs.

"Have you learned your lesson? No more spying on girls when they are taking a
bath?" she whispered in his ear.

"Yes, ma'am." Jack sobbed. His flesh quivered with excitement as her rock hard
nipple dug into his back.

"Good." The bosomy blonde replied, her hands roving up and down his powerful
flanks.

This development did surprise Martha a bit. But again she did nothing. Nobody
deserved this more than Belle, she thought. Plus, the older woman got the
feeling she might learn something from the young vixen.

She watched as Belle unhooked her husband's hands easily, confirming Martha's
suspicions. Jack could have escaped, run or fought back at any time. He
didn't, the man just stood there with his ass hanging out, almost as if he
enjoyed it.

The male turned to face his mistress. She took her time untying his hands.
Their first encounter had been nominally consensual. This one would be
different, Belle thought while looking at his rock hard spear. Men never
ceased to amaze her. Even after all that pain, his dick still stood tall,
paying homage to her beauty. She squeezed it playfully. Sadly, he wouldn't be
getting any tonight.

"Get on your knees, Jack." The girl whispered. The man obeyed her as if she
were a goddess.

"Have you ever satisfied a woman with your tongue, Jack?"

He shook his head, staring at the golden triangle. Jack's cock stood out like
a giant flagpole between them.

"It's about time you leaned." The girl said, guiding his head forward to her
waiting pussy. It wasn't her favorite method of gratification, but a girl had
to be careful in the old west. Belle was a gunfighter and vagabond, not a
mother. She allowed herself an occasional dalliance with a man's better parts,
but only a couple of times a year. Soon, she had the naked male on his back,
teaching him some new tricks between her legs.

Jack got up the next morning fit to be tied. He didn't know what the hell was
wrong with him. Screw the horses. Screw the calves. He grabbed his gun and
went hunting, nursing a dark shame over his submission last night. The raised
welts on his bottom served as a constant reminder.

Naturally, Belle felt a bit perkier that morning. She knew it was time to move
on. One could not continue to use another woman's husband indefinitely.
Nothing good could come of it. Perhaps, she could use Jack just one last time.
He smelled much better than the usual cowboy. Plus, she had promised to teach
Billy to shoot her six guns.

So Belle dressed for work and headed out to the south pasture, expecting to
find Jack working on the fence. No Jack, but the girl got to work anyways.
Diggin' pole holes was a great way to start the day. She quickly doffed her
shirt due to the heat and sweat. The blonde's hard muscles flexed as she dug.

The city gal never heard him coming.

"Hello, darlin'." It was a southern drawl.

"Hi, Tex." Belle replied, looking up at a colt 45.

"Don't you look pretty today." Tex drooled. She did look quite amazing. Her
under shirt clung tightly to her full sweaty bosom. It had become almost
transparent. "Take your gun belt off real slow like."

Belle was fast with a pistol, very fast. She never met a man faster. She could
probably take Tex even though his gun was already trained on her.
Inexperienced killers always hesitate. But there were four others. One of them
would surely nail her. So the girl slowly removed her belt.

"This is your last chance, Tex. You can walk away right now. But if you stay,
you'll die." The blonde warned.

Tex just laughed. "The pants too." He waved with his gun.

She scowled but followed his command, leaving her in a little white singlet, a
commonly worn woman's undergarment.

The male whistled. It was a shame to have to kill her, but she was much too
dangerous to leave alive. But none said he couldn't have a little fun first.
The male unzipped his fly and holstered his weapon.

"Cover me, boys I'm going in." Tex gloated as he advanced on the lonely
female.

Belle stood her ground defiantly. They may kill her but they will never rape
her. Plus she wanted to remain true to her word and kill humpty dumpty here.
Her foot lashed out, seeking a quick victory.

While a baseborn idiot, Tex was a cunning fighter and he predicted Belle's
line of attack. The male just barely nudged the kick aside. At the same time
he clubbed the girl in the side of the head with his ham handed fist. The girl
fell to her knees. Tex gloated, now they were fighting his fight.

He kicked her hard, throwing the girl gunfighter back. The male reached down
and relieved the girl of her remaining clothing. She lay naked in the mid-day
sun. "Watch and learn, boys." He gloated.

Tex wasted no time mounting the bitch. Belle came to as he kissed her. Horses
did a better job, the girl thought as she bided her time, looking for her
opening.

The other cowboys dismounted their horses and surrounded the couple. They
wanted their turn too.

A plan slowly took root in the girl's mind as Tex groped her breasts. It was
risky, but what the hell. Then he entered her and she knew it was time to act.

Belle grabbed Tex's six-gun, still holstered on right side. She shot with her
left, drawing a bead on the nearest cowboy. The male looked down to find a
smoking hole in the middle of his chest. Then he died.

The next shot was tougher, given that the busty blonde still had a 200 lb
gorilla humping her. But Belle was an instinctively good shot. She really
didn't need to aim at that range. The girl fired twice just to be sure. The
first caught the man in the abdomen, a mortal wound but not instantaneous. The
next caught his shoulder. He slumped to the ground, dying.

Her plan had a natural advantage: cover. The other cowboys couldn't shoot her
with out hitting big old Tex. The third man made the mistake of circling
around for a shot. That brought him into her field of fire. They shot at the
same time.

His bullet just missed her lovely ear, spraying the coupled pair with dirt.
Her bullet entered his brain thru the nasal cavity. She was right; in a real
fight cowboys couldn't shoot worth a shit. The last one, the freckled faced
kid, was no where to be seen.

Tex finally reacted. To be fair, she had killed his 3 partners in just 6
seconds. In a fight, that's a long time. When your porking someone, it ain't.
Tex had to switch gears and fast. He grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms,
thereby taking the gun out of the picture.

And setting himself up for a lethal leg scissors. Summoning almost super human
strength, the girl virtually lifted his bulk off the ground. Her long, shapely
legs wrapped around his portly stomach and started to squeeze.

The fat man found he couldn't breathe, couldn't stand and couldn't let go of
her arms, lest she shoot him. Since he was already winded from the botched
rape, it took about 20 seconds for his eyes to glaze over and his grip to
loosen. At that point, Belle blew his brains out with her last bullet. Oh my,
what a mess.

Sounds of gunfire brought Jack down from the hills, rifle ready. He arrived
ten minutes after the action. Three bodies lay dead on the ground. There was
no sign of the big Texan. Surprisingly, Belle sat topless under a big shade
tree, sobbing gently.

It seemed odd to him that such a woman could cry. She was so dangerous yet
vulnerable, a living, breathing contradiction.

"What happened here?" Jack asked as he approached. One look in her eye told
the story.

Belle went to him, igniting that old chemistry. She needed to feel this man
inside her. She needed to feel in control again. They kissed, her nubile
breasts pressing him.

But Jack had other ideas. It just wasn't right. This place stunk of death. And
worse, it was broad daylight. Sure they were half mile from the house, but
anyone could see them here. He pushed the girl back.

"No, Belle, not here." The big man said, holding her arms.

There was simply no restraining the buxom blonde at this point. Here was yet
another man trying to impose his will upon her. She lashed out with incredible
force. Her fist took him in the stomach, doubling the man over. Moving with
her catlike quickness, Belle belted him in the jaw as he doubled over, laying
the male out. Like it or not, Jack was about to pay for the sins of the fallen
cowboys.

She dropped her jeans, displaying that incredible nude body. Next the girl
straddled his broad shoulders. "Lick it, boy, lick it." She ordered while
squeezing her breasts and grinding herself on the (un)lucky man.

The girl raped him all afternoon in a blaze of incredible lust. Belle
eventually stripped Jack naked, using him in every possible way imaginable. It
was female dominated sex all the way and in its grandest form.

They walked back in complete silence. Jack just knew that his neighbors and
family had witnessed everything. There was nothing more to say. She had
humiliated him for reasons unknowable to him.

Even Belle didn't understand it all. Sure, some of it was basic vengeance on
the male sex. Yet Jack was innocent. She had feelings for him. And she had
hurt him. More than that, the girl had raped and humiliated the poor man. God,
she needed a drink. The blonde retreated to the barn for a final bath. She
would be gone before dinner.

Joe Tucker looked on as the horse dragged the body into the ranch. He knew who
it was before even seeing the face, not that there was much left to see.
Sighing, the old rancher turned to the man in black standing next to him.

"I guess my boys have failed. I'll need you now. $500 for the woman. $50 for
every other dead sodbuster." Old Joe said. He was sorry it came to this, but a
man had to do what a man had to do.

"Hell, I'd kill Belle for free. But 500 ain't bad either." The man laughed as
he mounted his horse.

"Don't joke around, Kid. You sure you're good enough to take her?" the rancher
demanded.

"If not, I won't be around to collect your money, will I." Kid reminded him,
before spurring his horse onward.

The gunman had a point there.

She left quietly, not so much as a friendly wave. Jack found himself saddened
by the loss just the same. Belle was one hell of a woman, much more than any
one man could lay claim to. He looked at the post where the buxom blonde had
whipped him, the hay where he had learned about oral sex and the bucket where
she had dazzled him with her wet body. Despite everything, Jack missed her
dearly.

But memories were just memories on the frontier. He had work to do. Time to
get the horses fed.

About the same time, she arrived at the saloon. A half a dozen cowboys drank
themselves to oblivion. Belle decided to join them tonight before riding out
in the morning.

"Whiskey and a room if you please." She asked the bartender while scoping out
the male patrons. Nominally, Belle wanted to look for possible dangers, but
one young man caught her eye. He looked innocent yet a little dangerous.
Perhaps a little company might help her forget too.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but you ain't stayin' here. Best be movin' on."

Belle turned to him. "What the hell are you talkin' about. You're not sore
over that little ... "

"No ma'am," the male replied nervously, "its something else. You didn't hear
it from me but Tucker hired himself a gunslinger. He rode thru town earlier
today. Word is he's lookin' for you."

It took Belle a second. "Shit, Jack!" the girl swore as she ran out of the
bar.

"Where's the girl?" the voice said behind him. "Where's Belle Starr?"

Jack dropped the sack of feed in the middle of the barn and spun around. There
he was, 15 feet behind him, highlighted against the inky darkness. The man in
black took a step forward, exposing himself to the soft lantern light.

"Who wants to know?" the farmer replied, eying the man's two, pearl handed
revolvers. He was a small fellow, almost effeminate.

"Robert Lewis, but most just call me the Kid. Now, where is she?"

"Beats me. Now, if you don't mind, I have work to do."

The kid drew a gun. "I'm not joking, sodbuster."

"Neither am I. Belle's gone. Probably left the valley by now."

"Well, I guess that's too bad for you then, old man." Kid said, cocking his
pistol. $50 was better than nothing.

"You won't shoot an unarmed man, now would you?" Jack replied.

The gunman smiled and tossed Jack one of his six-shooters. "Stick it in your
trousers, real slow like." He ordered. Nobody would ever say that Robert Lewis
shot an unarmed man.

Jack took the weapon hesitantly and stuck it in his pants. Kid smiled and put
his own gun away.

"There, now you're armed." He said, a smile crossing his pouty lips.

"Yes, I am." The farmer replied softly. He was quite sure he would die here,
but he would make it a proud death.

"Ready?" his foe asked, his fingers twitching nervously.

"Yeah," Jack replied going for his pistol. He wanted to get a jump on the guy.

It didn't work. The Kid had a special draw technique and a practiced hand. No
one on the planet could have a pistol out of his waistband fast enough to take
him. The gunfighter drew it just a few inches and flicked the gun forward,
causing it to rotate in his hand. This cut his draw time by half.

By contrast, it seemed to take Jack forever to get his gun out. He just
touched the handle when it went off, blowing hole after hole in the little
man, who seemed quite surprised that Jack was killing him. The Kid got but one
shot off. It whistled by Jack's left ear, close but no cigar. He found it
really hard to aim with bullets smashing into his chest. Then the kid pitched
forward in the dirt. It was all over.

Jack looked down and the pistol was still in his pants. He looked up to see
Belle standing in the door way, reloading her .44.

"He was good, damn good. I never saw anyone draw that fast." She said, walking
casually over to the corpse. The girl nudged him with her foot, flipping the
body over. "Don't know him. Couldn't be any older than 20."

"Thanks. Seems like I keep telling you that." Jack said while trying to
breath. It's not easy looking death in the eye.

"Well, Jack, I have a lot to be thankful for." The buxom blonde said going to
him one last time. "I'll never forget you."

Then they kissed.

"You're going then?" He replied softly.

"Yes, I can't stay. Not after I kill Tucker."

"You can't do that. It'd be murder."

"So? He tried to murder you."

"Don't Belle. You'd be a wanted woman."

She smiled. "Every woman wants to be wanted. See ya, Jack."

The male grabbed her arm. "I won't let you go. This isn't your fight."

Belle looked down at his hand. "Haven't we been down this road before? You
know I don't take orders well."

He grabbed her other arm roughly and pushed the girl into the barn. Then Jack
went to the barn doors and closed them.

"If you want to leave, it'll have to be thru me then." The big man said,
shaking with excitement. This was it, a final showdown, the fight he always
knew would come.

"OK, Jack, if that's what you want." Belle agreed readily. The girl removed
her hat and gun belt. Then she shook out her long blonde hair, arching her
back to highlight some of Montana's most awesome tits.

He wasted no time advancing on the vixen. This was his last chance to wipe
away the stain of female domination. It looked like a lopsided battle: a big,
burly male versus a sexy, supple female. But Jack knew he had his work cut out
for him.

Martha, his loyal missus, found him the next morning. Jack was naked, no
surprise there. He was tied to a hook, not a shocker. His butt bore a number
of new red welts, wonder where those came from. Strange fluids covered his
face, hmm? It didn't take Martha long to figure out who won last night's
battle of the sexes. She kept him in the barn all morning, trying out some of
her husband's new skills.

They found out later that day that Tucker was dead. Nobody would say who
killed him. The local marshal knew who it was. But he had a family to raise
and little desire to get himself killed. So he pinned the murder squarely on
Robert, The Kid, Lewis. Jack got $500 for killing the infamous gunman.
Everybody just plain forgot about Belle.

Except for little Billy. He awoke to find 2 pearl handled pistols under his
pillow and a note that said Love-Belle.