Wildcats of the West, Episode #2: Careening Stagecoach

By Gark

[Setting: Jefferson City, MO. - a stagecoach preparing to depart for Kansas City]

The stocky young woman stepped purposefully towards the waiting stagecoach. She’d spent a hard night in the saddle catching up and wasn’t about to let anything come between her and her objective. Polly Perkins tied the reins of her horse to the rear luggage rack of the stagecoach. Billy, the youngish driver, waited nearby. Polly had already paid the fare from within the station, but handed Billy an additional five dollars, saying, “No matter what you hear from inside the coach, just keep driving. The lady and I have a score to settle.”

Billy gave Polly a willful look, saying, “Now lookie here,” but Polly interrupted.

“Don’t worry, sonny,” she began. “Other than this here rope, the both of us females are unarmed. My only aim is to rassle her down, tie her up and then deliver her to the sheriff in Kansas City.”

Billy smiled, visions of two female hellcats tussling within his stagecoach filling his lecherous mind. He could only imagine the goings-ons as Polly opened the door and stepped inside the coach. “Gettee up now, driver,” Polly urged Billy as she closed the door behind her and then shuttered the window of the coach.

Billy wasted no time jumping atop the stage and getting underway, deliberately preventing either woman a chance to disembark. Billy knew he’d be unable to see anything, but as he slowed to cruising speed, he’d no doubt be able to hear everything that went on. His imagination would fill in the details.

Melissa looked up, seemingly uninterested in the newcomer. “Well, if it isn’t Polly Pureheart,” cackled Mel. “Back for another catfighting lesson?” she asked.

“Catfighting,” asked Polly, setting the rope on the seat before shuttering the other windows. “Is that what you call it when two women fight?”

“Um hmm,” replied Mel casually. “Set yourself down and let’s chat a spell. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Might as well sit a while,” replied Polly, sitting down in the soft leather bench seat opposite Melissa. “There’ll be plenty of time to whup you after we do some jammerin’.”

“Don’t fool yourself into thinking you can win against me. Tell me… your first time was back at the saloon, right?” Mel asked with a curious look upon her face.

“Yep. But I’m a fast learner. I’ll take you this time,” Polly boasted.

“Oh, I’m sure you will,” chuckled Mel. “And then you’ll tie me up with this rope, I assume,” she smiled gleefully, leaning over to finger Polly’s rope briefly.

“Um hmm. That’s the plan,” Polly explained earnestly.

“But aren’t you worried that you’ll be the one trussed up and hog-tied?” taunted Mel, finally showing signs of rising to the heat of the moment. “It’ll be just like it was in St. Louis, I’m going to leave you bound & helpless, while I’m off to who knows where. By the way, how long did it take those cowpokes to set you free?” she sneered.

“Those ‘cowpokes’ just left me there, soaking in beer and whiskey,” Polly began. “It wasn’t ‘til morning that the sheriff got back from Alton and set me free. Everyone cleared out mighty fast, leaving poor Sam to explain everything. The sheriff fined Sam $50 for the fracas.”

“I paid him $300. He didn’t suffer too badly,” cackled Mel.

“Hmm. I shoulda known Sam was in on it,” Polly sneered.

“Oh, not really. Sam tries to run a clean game in his saloon, but he was in over his head with me. Sam never saw it… never saw how I cheated those three cowpokes… and neither did anyone else, for that matter. I only cut Sam in for preventing the gunplay. Plus, I had to cover damages,” she stated simply.

“So, how did you do it, if I may ask,” queried Polly. “And you’re right. I was behind you and never saw a thing.”

Melissa lifted up the bottom of her dress, revealing a deck of cards sewn within. “After I shuffled the cards and Ethan cut them, I plopped my breasts up onto the poker table,” she said, smiling slyly. “Once I got everyone staring at my cleavage, I simply switched decks. The rest was entirely predictable. But it was just plain good fortune on my part that the spare deck didn’t spill out while we were catfighting when you tore my dress off!”

“Yeah, lucky you. They’d probably have lynched you or something,” Polly smiled, imagining the men doing just that.

“Naw, it’s happened before. All I have to do is return their money and offer up my virtue. That seems to settle the men down… at least until I’m alone with ‘em,” she chuckled, obviously recalling some special memory. “Tell me, how long have you been riding in order to catch up to me?” she asked Polly.

“All of yesterday and most of last night,” she answered. “My butt’s as sore as a blacksmith’s anvil…”

“I doubt you’ll be much trouble at all then,” taunted Melissa. “You’re too tired to catfight very well.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll manage,” replied Polly assuredly.

“Let’s delay no further then,” began Melissa. “But I see your dress is still in tatters. I wouldn’t want to damage it any further. Besides, my dress is too expensive to risk damage. Perhaps we could remove our dresses before catfighting this time?” she asked.

“For your information, other than the crude looking stitches, my dress is every bit as sturdy as the original. But I’ll agree to your terms, just the same,” Polly smiled, realizing her revenge would come much easier this way.

Mel began by slipping her arms out of the sleeves of her dress. Then she slid the dress downwards past her waist & to the floor, then folded it and placed it under her seat. Then Polly emulated Mel’s movements precisely, never taking her eyes off the other woman as she removed her dress and tucked it under the soft, leather covered seat. Polly had learned not to trust Mel in any way. Both women were dressed in only their petticoats once again.

“My god,” sneered Mel, staring at Polly’s tattered petticoat while sniffing the air. “You still reek of beer, whiskey and tobacco!”

“Unlike you, with your clean, frilly petticoat and fancy perfume,” she began. “I had no time to clean up before hitting the trail. Otherwise, I’d never have caught up to you when I did.”

“Thank goodness for that,” hissed Melissa. “I’d hate to have missed this opportunity to humiliate you further!”

Polly remained silent, staring fiercely at Mel, letting the fiery mood build. Mel returned her glare, every bit as intensely. The stagecoach churned along the bumpy, dusty road as the two women steeled themselves for battle.

“What’s the matter Polly? Loosing your nerve?” asked the cool, calm Melissa.

“Not at all,” replied Polly rising to her feet to challenge her hated foe. “I’m just thinkin’ about how I’m gonna be tying you up today!” she smiled confidently.

“There’s no chance of that,” Mel replied, returning Polly’s confident smile, before kicking the rope under the coach seat. “Enough posturing. Shall we begin?” asked Mel. “I’m going to enjoy this more than you know!” she enthused.

“Me, too,” smiled Polly, unaware of Mel’s true meaning. “I’m gonna enjoy trussing you up like a Tom Turkey.”

Polly rose to her feet to begin, saying softly, “By the way, my name is Perkins, Polly Perkins!”

Unfortunately for Polly, the stagecoach ran over a large rock at that very moment, felling her backwards to her seat, whilst enabling Mel to launch herself at Polly. But as fate would have it, the coach went round a sharp curve and Mel missed Polly, landing against the coach seat next to her foe. Polly recovered quickly and latched onto Mel’s long auburn tresses, yanking Mel hard out of the seat until she landed on her back on the floor of the coach. Polly landed on top of the startled Mel, who was utterly unaccustomed to being on bottom in a fight. Polly straddled Mel at the waist, pulling fiercely at her hated foe’s wavy, long, auburn red hair, as the stagecoach jostled down the dirty, dusty road. To her credit, Mel tried to fight back, but couldn’t free her arms from within the confines of the coach walls. As the coach bounced around, one of Polly’s very large breasts popped free of her frayed petticoat. Polly looked down, releasing Mel’s’ hair momentarily to pop her breast back within its normal confinement.

It had been fairly dark in the saloon, so Mel had not gotten too good of a look at her foe’s large breasts, especially the bright pink nipples. So when Polly released her, Mel immediately grabbed for Polly’s breast as she attempted to tuck it back within the petticoat. As Mel latched onto the huge, bare mammary, Polly screeched shrilly, madder than a hornet, and then slapped Mel hard across the face.

To her credit, Mel hung on tight. Polly had no choice but to retaliate in kind. Now within the private confines of the stagecoach, she no longer felt any revulsion about latching onto her hated foe’s breasts. Polly tugged downward on Mel’s low-cut undergarment, cinching it below her breasts, then grabbed onto Mel’s mammaries and squeezed viciously. By now, Mel had reached beneath Polly’s undergarment and had hold of Polly’s other breast, too.

Both women squeezed fiercely upon the other’s naked breasts, neither willing to yield any ground in their test of wills! The stagecoach weaved and swerved down the road as the two women bore down upon each other’s mammaries.

Polly had never seen another woman’s breasts before, and just prior to grabbing Mel’s, had noticed the perfect shape of her foe’s breasts, as well as the dark, cherry-red nipples. ‘How could any woman be blessed with such fine-looking mammaries?’ she wondered. And, add to that Mel’s beautiful face… shapely lips… stunning smile… auburn hair… thin waist… shapely butt… curvaceous legs… Polly had never seen such a stunning female ever before, let alone such stunning breasts. If truth be told, Polly actually envied her foe’s beauteous breasts. But the worst thing of all was that she was having thoughts such as these… especially while locked in the heat of battle.

Meanwhile, Mel was having similar thoughts. This dimwitted tenderfoot of a woman had the largest breasts she’d ever seen. Mel had never before touched, let alone squeezed such behemoths! And, she’d never seen such large, bright pink nipples, either. Even in their unhardened form, Polly’s nipples still fascinated Mel utterly. But worse of all, Mel envied her foe for her large breasts! Just the very thought of envying another woman caused Mel to squeeze Polly’s breasts ever harder.

But neither woman let the slightest clue of their inner thoughts escape from their lips. They merely fought all the harder, the sheer envy of the other’s assets whipping them into an uncontrollable frenzy of fury! They cried out screams of sheer pain at every turn or bump in the road, as the stage carried the two wildly screaming catfighters steadily across the prairie.

Billy grinned wolfishly, wishing he could witness the girl-fight, rather than merely listening. But the rough terrain was challenging and he was forced to divert most of his attention to steering while keeping the horses under control. But still, on occasion, Billy’s concentration wandered, imagining the commotion going on within the confines of his stagecoach.

Billy took a liking to the women’s screams, realizing that bumps in the road seemed to bring forth shrieks of pain from within. So, when a particularly deep hole in the road or large rock appeared, Billy steered directly towards it. Within the coach, Polly had managed to stay perched atop Mel, but when the stage hit the large dip, she literally flew through the air and landed on her back on one of the soft leather bench seats.

Realizing her chance had finally arrived, Mel quickly jumped to her feet within the small floor space between the opposing bench seats of the stage. To her own misfortune, Polly had again paused to tuck her large breasts back within the confines of her petticoat before rising, not wishing to give her foe such an easy target. But Mel had chosen to ignore her own flailing, naked breasts, still protruding over the petticoat cinched beneath them, saving her precious seconds over Polly.

Mel pounced front-first on the unprepared Polly, trapping Polly’s arms betwixt their bodies at the waist area, well below Mel’s still naked mammaries. Mel then grabbed at Polly’s long, golden tresses once again. “Bitch!!! You dirty bitch!!!” Polly screamed loudly.

Mel smiled smugly to herself as Polly screamed out in pain. Billy liked what he heard from the coach and steered towards more dips in the road. At one particularly large bump, Polly’s trapped hands came free. Polly immediately grabbed both of Mel’s beautifully shaped breasts, noticing that her small nipples had now become quite hard, protruding prominently.

“How do you like them apples, whore!!!” cried Polly.

But much to Billy’s delight, all Mel could do was scream loudly in reply.

The two women renewed their battle, Mel pulling upon Polly’s golden tresses while Polly squeezed upon Mel’s fine breasts. It was a stalemate of sorts for the next few minutes, as Billy could find no large bumps. Mel’s only regret was that she couldn’t shift her hands onto Polly’s enormous breasts, having to settle instead for her long, straight, golden-blond hair.

Finally, at the next major bump in the road, Mel flew off Polly and landed on her butt on the bench seat opposite Polly. Before Polly could attack, Billy managed to locate another large dip in the road. Both women landed on their knees in the narrow floor space between the opposing bench seats. Mel knew exactly what she wanted, but Polly’s breasts were tucked within the confines of her petticoat, so she paused for a moment to regroup.

In the meantime, Polly decided a short respite from battle would be good. She held back, alternating between staring her hated foe in the eyes and staring at her beautiful naked breasts. Mel seemed not to notice.

“You’re spunkier than I thought,” smirked Mel.

“I’ve got a lot more where that came from,” Polly countered. “I’ll have you trussed for the sheriff before the next station,” she boasted. “And, I’ll have all of my money returned!”

“All I said was that you’re spunkier than I thought… but that won’t be enough. You may have done well thus far, but there’s no way you’ll ever take me down,” Mel sneered. “As for your money, I’ve been spending it as fast as I can,” she laughed.

“We’ll see then, won’t we witch? We’ll see who is the better woman,” Polly countered.

The two women again thrust their bodies roughly upon the other, clawing, pawing, grabbing and clutching wildly, still kneeling within the confines of the coach floor. Billy finally located a large rock and dutifully steered over it. The two women flew a foot in the air before landing once again on their knees on the stagecoach floor. But there was one, or was that two, noticeable differences! Both shoulder straps of Polly’s petticoat fell free of her shoulders, with the petticoat having fallen to her waist. Both of Polly’s breasts were completely unfettered! Mel was spellbound for a moment, hypnotized at the sight of Polly’s two massive mammaries jiggling back and forth mere inches away.

Polly realized the futility of trying to cover up her breasts. Modesty had cost her badly each time before, so Polly tried to ignore her partially naked condition and grab hold of both of mesmerized Mel’s beauteous mammaries. Mel screamed holy hell, coming to her senses, and grabbing both of Polly’s large, luscious breasts in return!

It was a titfight in the truest sense. The two women wildly groped and squeezed each other’s breasts as the stagecoach careened down the curvy, dusty road. They screamed and squealed wildly, much to Billy’s delight. He could only imagine… and his manhood responded in kind.

Surprisingly, Polly was getting the better of her more cultured foe. Mel’s screams had become fiercer, while her hands had relaxed their grip somewhat upon Polly’s large orbs. Polly could sense the impending victory. She glanced around the floor for the rope, preparing to tie up her hated foe. ‘But did she actually hate Melissa?’ Polly asked herself. Something about their conflict had changed during the fight, but she wasn’t quite aware of what it was. But Polly did know she was starting to like catfighting. ‘How odd,’ she thought…

Unfortunately, Billy chose that moment to hit a particularly large dip in the road. The two women flew into the air once again. Once airborne, Mel pushed away at Polly, attempting to get free. Instead, Polly spun around 180 degrees before landing on her ass between Mel’s parted legs, facing away from Mel.

This time, Mel wasted no time in taking advantage. Her powerful thighs wrapped around Polly’s waist and squeezed without any mercy in the least. Tears formed in Polly’s eyes as she tried to resist Mel’s powerful thighs. The stories Polly had overheard in the saloon were true. Mel was slowly squeezing the bejesus out of her and there was nothing she could do about it, especially within the confines of the stagecoach floor.

But then, for Polly, things got worse as Mel reached around from behind and squeezed both of her large breasts. Polly tried to pull Mel’s hands off of her orbs, but it hurt even worse when she did. And with the added pressure of Mel’s thighs around her waist, Polly had little recourse.

“Please, Melissa,” pleaded Polly. “Please release me.”

“Tell me Polly,” Mel taunted, “which of us is the better woman?”

“You are, Melissa,” sobbed Polly. “Today you are the better woman.”

“What do you mean ‘today’?” asked Mel curiously, momentarily releasing some of the pressure on Polly’s waist. “After all, I also beat you convincingly a few nights ago in the saloon.”

“Yes you did,” Polly heaved in pain. “But today wasn’t all that convincing, at least not at first. Perhaps I’ll beat you next time we meet!”

“I doubt that very much,” chortled Mel, again increasing the pressure with her thighs on Polly’s waist.

“Is it you doubt we’ll meet… or that I’ll beat you?” grunted Polly through the pain.

“I have no doubt we’ll meet again,” Mel cackled, momentarily squeezing hard upon Polly’s mammoth orbs before releasing them. “It’s you I doubt. You’ll never beat me!!” she boasted, reaching for the rope nearby.

Mel reached for Polly’s right arm and wrenched it behind her back and did likewise with the left. Polly had nothing left with which to resist. Mel expertly bound Polly’s wrists behind her back. Then she released her legs from about Polly’s waist and pushed the beaten woman face down to the floor of the stage. Mel next bound Polly’s feet together, and finally bound her legs together just above the knees.

Polly knew that Mel was in complete control. Bound at the wrists, ankles and knees, Polly was totally helpless before Mel! The sensation was terrifying, yet somehow exciting. ‘How can the feeling of complete helplessness be so stirring?’ she wondered. ‘This is a curious sensation indeed,’ she realized excitedly, yet careful lest Mel should find out.

Mel then pulled the beaten Polly to her feet and plopped her down on one of the soft leather stagecoach seats, carefully watching Polly’s large mammaries bounce ponderously as she landed on her butt. With her hands tied behind her back, Polly’s mammoth breasts loomed larger than ever. Mel stared appreciatively as she sat down in the opposing seat, carefully watching Polly’s behemoths bounce, sway, and jiggle as Billy steered towards every dip in the road.

In return, Polly’s eyes were fixated on Mel’s beautifully shaped breasts as they swung ponderously with the stagecoach’s movements. Polly finally noticed Mel’s interest. “I see you envy my large breasts,” Polly chided.

“Nonsense,” replied Mel much too vigorously, unintentionally revealing the hidden truth. “It is you who envies my perfectly shaped breasts,” she continued.

“Ridiculous,” replied Polly, also much too vigorously.

Beneath it all, the two women began to wonder about the other. The uninhibited Mel made the first provocative move, stepping across the floor to Polly’s seat and placing her right knee upon the stagecoach seat alongside Polly’s left thigh. Then Mel placed her left knee on the seat to Polly’s other side, now kneeling face to face with Polly, straddling Polly’s thighs with her own. Polly could only watch helplessly, hands still tied behind her back, as Mel’s beautiful breasts danced and jiggled mere inches in front of her face.

Mel glanced down at Polly’s large orbs, noticing the bright red streaks of battle upon them for the first time. She looked at her own breasts, noting also the scarlet streaks of the scuffle imbued upon them as well.

“Perhaps we can help each other out… repair some of the ‘battle damage’,” purred Mel, not waiting for an answer from Polly.

Polly’s eyes went wide as Mel gently caressed her large breasts. At first, Polly was revolted at the thought. Breast fighting was one thing, but this was entirely different!! The woman was actually stroking softly upon her breasts!!! But as Mel continued soothingly, Polly gradually found the sensations pleasant. ‘Perhaps this breast healing action is justified,’ she rationalized to herself. ‘And, how would it feel to do the same thing to Mel in return?’ she began to wonder. Unfortunately, her hands remained tied behind her back, so she was unable to find out.

But Mel was frustrated to find Polly’s nipples unresponsive, not hard or protruding in the least. Although the larger breasted woman seemed to enjoy the soft touch of Mel’s hands, her breasts remained impassive. ‘Perhaps more stimulation is required,’ she told herself.

Mel slipped downwards on Polly’s body until her breasts were lined up more evenly with Polly’s. Not hearing any resistance from Polly, Mel continued, “Believe me, this is even better for relieving battle damage,” Mel advised as she reached around Polly’s body and clasped her hands onto Polly’s bare shoulders so that she could control the closeness of their bodies. Mel pulled their bodies together ever so slowly. As their bare breasts and nipples made soft contact for the first time, Mel gasped rapidly, momentarily stunned. Her warm breath came in spasms, washing across Polly’s face irregularly. Polly was confused by all of the new sensations she was feeling. But she was most stunned by Mel’s reaction… the look on her face.

Then Mel began sliding her own rigid, prominent nipples back and forth lightly across Polly’s much larger breasts and nipples. The result was immediate as Polly found her nipples suddenly stimulated far beyond anything she’d ever before experienced. A faint, pleasurable sigh escaped Polly’s lips. Mel smiled and continued the soft breast-to-breast and nipple-to-nipple stimulation with even greater vigor.

Both women cooed and sighed softly in unison as they continued the movement of their chests, neither fully realizing the underlying nature of their conflict. It may have been much longer, but it had seemed like only a few scant moments before they heard Billy shouting out, “Now arriving in Tipton, Missouri.”

Mel jumped up quickly and pulled her petticoat back up over her breasts. Then she quickly put on her dress as the stage came slowly to a full stop.

“What about me?” Polly asked Mel. “Could you at least pull my petticoat back up over my breasts?”

“Sorry Polly, no time,” she cried as she opened the door and leaped out. Mel looked around and seeing no awaiting passengers, turned towards Polly before closing the door, “Besides, I like you better this way,” she chuckled, staring at Polly’s huge mammaries. Then, seeming to consider something, Mel continued, “Say, if you’re woman enough, I’ll be on the trail between Topeka and Wichita in a few days time. Maybe we’ll bump into each other…”

“I’ll track you down!” screeched Polly as Mel latched the door shut.

“I’m counting on it,” whispered Mel beneath her breath so Polly wouldn’t hear.

Then Mel turned towards Billy, who had eagerly come down from his perch to see what the female commotion had been all about. Mel tossed him a few gold coins before he could approach the coach too closely. Billy caught them easily and snickered, “What do I gotta do turn earn these?” he asked.

Mel smiled slyly, saying, “Just get right back on top and don’t stop for anything until the next station.”

Polly had heard everything and cried out, “No Billy, please wait! Let me out! She’s got me tied up in here!”

Billy smiled, replying to Mel, “Aw right. The lady inside sounds like she’s okay, so’s you got yerself a deal.”

Mel tossed him another gold coin, and then whispered softly in his ear, “This one is for leaving her unmolested. If I ever find out differently, I’ll hunt you down and shoot you betwixt the legs - Got it?!”

Billy’s expression turned somewhat sour, but he understood that the woman meant what she’d said. Fortunately, the gold coins further assuaged his manly needs. He would leave the woman within the stage alone. He grinned slyly to himself as he mounted the stage, realizing what a profitable trip he’d just made - major tips from each of the two women. It would buy a lot of whoring in Kansas City!

Mel watched the stagecoach leave, confident Polly would stay trussed and safe until the next stop. Polly’s horse remained tied to the back of the stage. Mel had considered untying the horse, or even stealing it. But something within had stopped her. Now, she’d have to find herself a horse…

In the meantime, Polly sat within the stagecoach, bare breasted with her dress down to her waist, trussed solidly with her own rope. Polly’s only thoughts were on revenge, silently thinking, ‘I’ll find you Mel, wherever you go. I’ll strip you naked and get you down and…’ Polly caught herself for a moment, pondering her true motives. ‘Just what will I do when I catch up with her?’ she wondered.

After a few more hours, the stagecoach pulled into the Syracuse, Missouri station. A man and woman approached the stage. Billy jumped down to talk to the man. “Mebe yer wife had better go in first. There’s a perty young woman inside who’s been in an accident.”

The woman opened the door and gasped loudly at the sight of Polly, naked to the waist. She turned to her husband, saying, “It’s alright Herbert. Just give us a few minutes alone in the coach.”

Sylvia stepped inside and sat next to Polly. She’d never seen such a thing! A half naked woman trussed up inside a stage. And such large breasts…

“Thanks ma’am,” Polly said quietly. “My name is Polly.”

“I’m Sylvia,” she replied. “How’d you get yerself in such a spot,” Sylvia asked as she began untying the knots that bound Polly.

“It’s a long story,” replied Polly, uncertain how much of her story to share.

“Fine with me,” replied Sylvia. “We got plenty of time. It’s a long ride to Kansas City.”

Polly’s hands were now free, so she pulled her petticoat back up around her shoulders.

“It’s okay now, Herbert,” Sylvia called out to her husband, who promptly stepped inside the coach. Sylvia had freed Polly’s knees at this point, but Polly’s ankles were still bound and her dress was under the coach seat.

Billy cracked the reins and the stage lurched abruptly down the road. Herbert flew into the seat opposite Polly as his wife finished untying Polly’s ankles.

“Hello. My name’s Herbert,” he began.

“I’m Polly,” was the reply. “Pleased to meet you.”

Herbert stared at Polly’s large chest, barely covered by her petticoat, replying, “Believe me, the pleasure is mine.”

Sylvia looked up, giving Herbert a nasty look. “Hand Polly her dress, Herbert! And keep your eyes to yerself!” she shouted. Then she turned to Polly, “Now I believe you were about to tell us how you came to be in such a spot.”

Polly sighed, realizing she had nothing better to do on the long ride ahead…

The End