Wildcats of the West, Episode #3: Dusty Campsite

By Gark

[Setting: Late afternoon at a shady campsite alongside a small creek, just east of Wichita, Kansas.]

The hot, afternoon sun bore down upon the lone rider, occasionally giving her pause about the motivation for her quest. Was finding this confidence woman worth all of the suffering and humiliation she’d been through? And, even if she found Melissa, would she be able to thrash her properly? Polly didn’t know the answer. But she did know that in their two meetings thus far, Mel had done most of the thrashing, leaving Polly tied up & humiliated each time.

Polly was determined to change the outcome this time, should they again meet. She was on the trail between Topeka and Wichita, just as Melissa had told her. Maybe Mel had sent her on a wild goose chase, but maybe not. Mel had seemed to enjoy humiliating her, so maybe she had told the truth, setting her up for a third fall. Mel had even had the gall to question Polly’s womanhood, saying something about ‘if you’re woman enough…’ Polly longed ardently for another crack at that cocksure, catfighter woman.

Polly was following someone’s trail, hopefully that of Melissa Moon. She knew that she’d soon have to stop for the day, as the sun had taken its toll on both herself and her horse. It was probably around 5:00pm. Hopefully there’d be a watering hole somewhere soon on the trail ahead. Otherwise, she’d have to turn back in the morning and give up her quest.

But good fortune was on Polly’s side as she spied smoke from a campfire in the distance. As she closed the distance between herself and the campsite, Polly could make out a lightly forested area amongst a lush grassy area, and, a small stream! There, underneath the tallest tree, next to a glowing campfire, stood the object of Polly’s quest.

Polly could see that Mel warily watched her approach. Polly surged with newfound confidence. Her foe was no longer so confident if she needed to watch her so - Polly had earned her foe’s respect.

“Greetings Polly,” began Mel. “I hope you haven’t come all this way just to lunge at me from your horse. Come, sit down and sup with me. We can catfight after you’ve properly rested and washed the trail dust from your body. I’ve got a fresh rabbit and some beans… and there’s a cool stream for washing…”

Polly realized a good offer when she saw one. She knew Mel wouldn’t bolt. It was clear she wanted another ‘catfight’. “Alright Mel. I’ll accept your ‘kind’ offer. But don’t expect any other niceties from me. After the humiliation in the stagecoach, there’s gonna be a reckoning! I’m gonna be the one doing the knot tying tonight… on you!!”

“Sure Polly, maybe you’ll get lucky tonight,” chuckled Mel. “But then again, maybe not…”

“You’re overconfident, Mel,” Polly countered. “That will be you undoing.”

“We’ll see,” Mel answered. “In the meantime, I’ll start supper. You can wash up in the stream over there. It’s a little deeper. Don’t worry, I won’t watch,” she smiled lasciviously.

But Polly had little choice in the matter if she wanted to get clean. After the last time, she knew at least some of their clothes would likely come off for this fight. She herself had no desire to tussle half-naked with a dirty, dusty woman, and Mel no doubt had similar thoughts. Polly pulled a change of cloths from her saddlebags and walked towards the stream. She stripped off her flannel trail shirt & jeans and waded into the softly gurgling water, carrying her dusty clothes with her. The water felt so cool and refreshing on Polly’s soft skin… and after such a hot day… But knowing Mel was surely watching, Polly faced away from the campsite and waited until she was waist deep in water before removing her underpants. She went to work cleaning herself, as well as her dusty clothing.

Mel had indeed been watching, sorely disappointed at Polly’s lack of cooperation in the matter. But Polly would have to come back out of the stream, too, she reasoned, and then she would surely get the view she so desired. Mel kept an alert eye in Polly’s direction, longing to see her foe’s mammoth mammaries once again. In the stagecoach fight, Mel had been totally captivated at the sight of Polly’s very large mammaries.

Had she been foolish inviting Polly to meet her here, Mel wondered. It had cost her a whole day, waiting for her here. Polly had been slow to track her, but she had come. Mel had decided to leave the next morning, so Polly had arrived just in time. Mel knew this campsite well. It was off the beaten path and perfect for catfighting. The two of them could have a first-rate battle… with no one to interfere.

But still, Mel wondered about the foolishness of her motives… The woman’s huge mammaries were totally fascinating, especially during the heat of battle! True enough, Polly had not brought the law, but what if Polly did manage to win… What would she do then?? Mel had no idea, so she’d best win the upcoming cat-battle and not put herself at Polly’s mercy.

Just then, Polly began wading towards the sandy shoreline of the creek. “Supper will be ready in a few moments,” called Mel, watching Polly’s every move, and she wasn’t disappointed. Fully naked, Polly carried her soaking wet clothing over to a rope line nearby and hung her previously dusty clothing alongside a set of already dried clothes belonging to Mel. At that moment, Polly realized that Mel had been here some time… waiting… waiting to catfight.

Just what had she gotten herself into, Polly wondered. She lusted for battle, just as certainly did Melissa. The two of them would catfight this evening, that much was certain. But then what??

Polly shook off her stupor, finally realizing she stood naked not far from her foe, who watched intently. With proud defiance, Polly reached down and slipped on her underpants, then her blue jeans and finally her light flannel trail blouse. Mel was dressed similarly, she realized, though somewhat more finely.

Freed of their petticoats and situated next to an area of lush grass and water, this battle would be much more interesting, reasoned Polly. Mel had chosen well…

As Polly approached the campfire area, Mel rose to greet her. “Did you get a good look?” asked Polly.

Mel looked her straight in the eye, and replied, “Sure did, saw everything, in fact. Here, have some food before it gets cold,” she offered.

Polly blushed deeply, and then took the plateful of rabbit meat & beans from Mel’s outstretched hand, before sitting down on a log nearby. Mel poured two cups of coffee and handed one to Polly. Then she sat down next to Polly on the log with her own meal.

“So tell me Polly, how was the remainder of your ride on the stagecoach?” asked Mel. When Polly failed to respond, Mel continued, “Billy didn’t mess with you, did he? I paid him plenty to leave you alone… and I threatened to shoot him between the legs if he tried anything.”

Polly still ignored her, taken aback at her foe’s intentions. Mel finally roused her, shouting, “Polly, snap out of it. Do I need to hunt Billy down and shoot off his pecker?”

“N… no,” replied Polly. “Nothing happened, nothing at all. Though I was kind of embarrassed when an elderly couple at the next town rescued & untied me.”

Mel belly laughed, “Haw. That’s a good one!”

“You’ll get yours,” chortled Polly. “Maybe after I beat you, I’ll put you on your horse & take you into town, arms tied behind your back, bare to the waist so that all the drooling men can admire your large, shapely breasts.

“Haw. That’s a nice vision indeed, but nothing compared to my vision,” laughed Mel.

“And…” asked Mel, wanting to know more.

“That would be telling, wouldn’t it?” replied Mel. “It’ll be a surprise,” she smiled devilishly.

“Alright,” Polly replied calmly. “I’ve nothing to worry about anyway. I aim to take you down tonight, no if’s, and’s or but’s.”

“Sure you will,” chortled Mel confidently. “Tell me, if you should manage to defeat me, what will you really do? We can’t very well head across the range in the dark. Face it, we’re stuck here together for the night. Have you thought about that?”

Taking a moment before replying, Polly said, “As a matter of fact, I haven’t. Maybe I’ll tie you up for the night, or something. I brought my rope…”

“I’m sure you have,” smiled Mel mischievously, “I’m sure you have…”

Polly shook off the other woman’s sly gaze and continued. “Tell me, Mel, how does a woman like you get into swindling and cheating at cards?”

Mel would normally have taken offense at such a question, but she could see that Polly meant no harm and really wanted to know. Despite their differences and determination to fight, the two women appeared to be forming a bond of some sort…

As they sat for a time to digest their meal, Mel spilled forth her story. Polly was fascinated with the tale, especially at Mel’s description of her introduction to catfighting. Polly became quite roused by Mel’s extremely vivid narration, especially when Mel’s shapely left breast peaked out from beneath her loosely buttoned blouse as she spoke. Unbeknownst to Polly, her large nipples had become large and pointy, protruding through the light flannel of her blouse. Mel was enraptured at the sight. Strangely though, neither woman was aware of her affect upon the other.

Not counting their own encounters, Mel had been in catfights with four other women… and she remained undefeated!! But Polly remained unfazed, determined to defeat this longhaired harlot. Polly vowed silently to herself that she would put an end to Mel’s winning ways.

Finally Mel finished her tale. “How about you Polly? What’s your story?” she asked.

“I’m afraid my story isn’t nearly as interesting as yours,” she replied. “There’s really not much to tell. Childhood, then marriage - not much more to say.”

“It’s not too late, you know. You’re still young…” prodded Mel

“Twenty-two,” provided Polly. “And you?” she asked the auburn haired beauty.

“Twenty-four,” replied Mel, obviously considering something, before dropping it. “You ready to catfight now, Polly?” she asked sweetly, trying to take the edge off Polly’s rigid determination.

“Sure, Mel, I’m ready,” Polly answered. “But don’t think this friendliness is anything but temporary. I’m still gonna defeat you and get you down and tie you up good.”

But Polly had failed to say anything about turning Mel over to the nearest lawman. Mel noted the omission, but said nothing about it. She badly wanted to battle bare-breasted versus Polly and her mammoth mammaries. Mel tried a simple, but obvious ruse. “How do you want to do this?” she asked Polly. “Remember last time in the stagecoach fight, our breasts were unfettered most of the time. And I’ve no desire to see my fine blouse shredded to pieces this time… nor yours, either,” she offered.

“Agreed,” replied Polly willingly, wishing for the same. “Besides, it is still quite hot. We can strip bare to the waist and catfight unfettered once again.” Polly, too, was eager to tangle with her foe’s beautiful, bared, very shapely breasts.

The two women stood up and faced one another, neither willing to back down in the slightest. This was the first time the two women had been on equal footing and they looked one another over carefully. Melissa at 5'7" was about 3 inches taller than Polly, though they weighed about the same, as Mel’s build was slender while Polly was more filled out.

After a few moments, the two female combatants began unfastening their blouses. Neither made a move against the other as they folded their blouses neatly and set them on the log. Mel pulled a ribbon from the pocket of her tight fitting jeans, reached back behind her head and tied her long, auburn-red hair back in a single ponytail. As she did, Mel’s fine, medium-sized breasts were greatly accentuated. Polly gasped unconsciously at the amplified sight of Mel’s perfectly shaped breasts and smallish, dark, cherry-red nipples.

Then Mel pulled another ribbon from her pants pocket and offered it to Polly. Polly took it gracefully, then asked, “Got another?” asked Polly. “I like having two ponytails.”

Mel handed another ribbon to Polly and stood back to watch the show. Mel had been aware of the way she’d displayed her fine breasts before Polly, and now hoped for the same from her much more greatly endowed foe.

Polly, no longer shy with Melissa in the slightest, did not turn away while reaching behind to adorn her hair in dual ponytails. Still unaware of her foe’s fascination with large breasts, Polly nonetheless displayed her mammoth mammaries to their fullest, breathing deeply as she reached behind her head to tie the bows.

Mel nearly choked at the sight of the largest breasts she had ever seen. And, the largest nipples, too - large, bright pink nipples, though not yet fully roused. But Mel knew they would be fully roused soon enough…

With both of them finally done with their exposition, Mel tossed a few logs on the fire. “You know, Polly,” she began. “This time we are all alone. There’s no saloon full of cowpoke trash, and no Billy, either. There’s no one to observe or interfere.”

“Um hmm,” replied Polly. “It suits me fine… I’d rather do this on our own. Plus, there’s plenty of space here with no obstacles, no inhibitions and no bystanders.”

“And no one to come to your rescue,” taunted Mel.

“Or yours, either, Mel,” countered Polly.

“I’ll get you down and have my way with you,” cackled Mel.

“I doubt that very much,” hissed Polly, rising to the bait, but not quite sure of Mel’s meaning. “It’ll be me that has you down!” was all she could muster.

Mel strode towards a grassy area midway between the campfire and the creek, while Polly followed close behind. “How’s this?” asked Mel. “Should we start the catfight here?”

Polly strode past Mel to the opposite side of the small clearing, and then turned to face her foe. Smiling, Polly took a deep breath, accentuating her mammoth breasts and replied, “Yes. This will do nicely. Let us begin.”

Mel nodded her affirmation, but her focus was affixed to Polly’s mammaries. Suddenly Polly launched herself at the entranced Mel, catching her fully off guard. Polly had sworn that she wouldn’t be taken unawares ever again, and deftly turned the tables on her foe.

Polly smashed her mammaries hard against Mel’s chest, further confusing her, then wrapped her arms round Mel and locked her hands together behind Mel’s back. Polly lifted Mel fully in the air as she crushed the air from Mel’s lungs. The move had been a minor cheat, but as Mel had explained regarding her earlier catfights, there were few rules. Polly no longer felt the need to fight fair. She knew first hand that Mel would do the same as she had, if given the chance.

Polly locked eyes with the seemingly helpless Mel, suspended in the air, feet dangling about freely. Strangely though, Mel was smiling, clearly enjoying the contest. Without warning Mel’s legs wrapped about Polly at the waist and squeezed down hard on her abdomen. But Polly was unrelenting and maintained the bare-chested bearhug upon her female foe. Her mammoth mammaries crushed her opponent’s somewhat smaller, very finely shaped breasts. But the pressure from Mel’s legs was intense. The two women locked eyes once more. Neither would give, convinced of their ultimate victory.

But standing upright, bearing the full weight of her opponent, as well as her own, was wearing Polly down. Plus, she had to withstand the might of Mel’s powerful legs. Although, face-to-face as they were, Mel couldn’t apply the sort of incapacitating pressure she wanted.

Polly finally decided she was on the losing end of this particular battle, so she released her grip around Mel, falling forward to land hard on the ground with Mel caught beneath. Mel’s legs flew apart, releasing the leg hold and Polly flew to the side. Polly quickly rolled away, careful to stay clear of her foe’s powerful legs.

Polly stood at a safe distance waiting for Mel to get up. Unbeknownst to Polly, Mel had had the breath knocked from her lungs during the fall and was only feigning good condition. Still, Polly sensed a possible weakness from Mel and rushed forward again, hoping to tackle Mel to the lush grass. Unfortunately, Mel sidestepped at the last moment, tripping her large breasted foe to the grassy knoll. Polly landed face-first in the grass and Mel wasn’t far behind, landing square upon her back.

Still weak, Mel chose a simple delaying hold while she recovered more fully. She wrapped her arms about Polly’s chest from behind and locked her hands tightly upon Polly’s mammoth mammaries. Predictably, Polly screeched and tried to wrest herself free by rolling away. That was precisely what Mel wanted and she quickly wrapped her legs about Polly’s waist. But what Mel wanted most was a good grip upon Polly’s breasts. Mel elected to remain clinched tightly against her foe, keeping her own naked breasts firmly pressed against the center of Polly’s back. Polly focused on Mel’s legs, trying to pry them from about her waist. Though now lying sideways in the soft grass, Mel enjoyed her safe position behind Polly, practically free to maul and caress Polly’s huge breasts as she pleased. Much to Mel’s delight, Polly’s large nipples soon became engorged from the heat of battle.

Mel delighted in taunting her foe. “Perhaps you’re wondering about this ‘hold’ I’m employing. I call it a ‘tummy wrench.’ Your tummy caught in my wrench,” she hissed in Polly’s ear. “Just wait until I catch your tummy properly from the side. You won’t last but a moment,” boasted Mel.

Finally, Mel was recovered enough to mount a proper offense. But she’d foolishly given away her next move, so when Mel tried to roll to the side for a finishing move, Polly was ready. As Mel rolled them to the side, Polly managed to set her right leg betwixt Melissa’s legs and apply a ‘wrench’ of her own upon Mel’s right leg. Polly’s quick thinking had stopped Mel short from applying her ‘tummy wrench’ upon Polly’s waist. Mel replied in turn and soon the two women’s legs were inexorably ‘wrenched’ together.

Polly and Mel rolled around in the soft grass, legs tangled together and hands grabbing at the other’s arms, hands and hair. Their breasts slammed together constantly as they fought for control. Mel knew she’d be on the losing end in a breast-to-breast battle with her greatly endowed foe, so she changed tactics and grabbed for her foe’s ample orbs. It wasn’t long before the two were locked in mutual ‘mammary claws,’ which was Mel’s name for the hold. Their blue jean covered legs squeezed high upon the other as their hands clawed at the other’s mammaries. Uncertain of feeling, Polly felt a stirring between her loins for the first time. Mel felt the same stirring, but knew the feeling well. The two women’s eyes locked in a stare down, neither willing to yield, although a new element had been added to the battle.

Despite their incredible determination, modest squeals of pain escaped their lips periodically. The two women continued rolling around, straining hard against the other, wishing only to dominate their foe. But they didn’t realize how close they were getting to the creek. Before either realized, they had rolled ‘fully entwined & clawed’ into the creek bed. The cool, refreshing water was a welcome shock, penetrating their garments fully as the two women thrashed about. But gradually, the two entangled combatants slipped ever more towards deeper water. Once their heads slipped under the water, the two women quickly released each other and sprung for the surface.

The water was waist deep, but the effect was incredible. The two bare-topped, dripping wet women appeared to have no clothing whatsoever, as their jeans remained completely submerged. Fortunately, their hair-ribbons remained, keeping some semblance of order to their tresses. But it was more like an invitation as the two women rushed together and grabbed for the other’s ponytails. Their breasts crashed together as Polly reached around both sides of Mel’s body to capture her long, single, auburn red ponytail with both hands. In the meantime, Mel reached over Polly’s shoulders to grab one short, yellow-blonde ponytail in each hand.

They pulled hard on the other’s hair, squealing and moaning, the pain so intense that tears streamed from their eyes. As they thrashed about in the waist deep water, their bodies crashed together repeatedly at the chest and waist.

Polly took advantage of the situation and slammed her huge mammaries into her foes somewhat smaller breasts. Polly realized that the ‘mamm-slam’ (her name for the move) was more mental than physical, but any advantage was welcome. Polly could feel her foe weaken as she forced Mel slowly backwards with continued mamm-slam’s. Finally Mel tripped and fell backwards into the waist-deep water. The two women released each other’s hair, though Mel nearly managed to drag Polly under, too.

Mel gurgled and gasped as she arose from beneath the water a few feet away. “Aaawwwkkk,” she sputtered. “This is a definite first. I’ve never been in an outdoors catfight, let alone a water catfight… But I love it,” she cackled with a smile.

Polly realized that for the first time, she might be on equal footing with her more experienced foe. “Yes, obviously, for me too. I like it just fine!” she smiled, vowing silently to keep the battle confined to the creek.

The two women waded slowly towards the other in the waist deep water. Mel held her hands high, challenging, “Care to test your strength against mine?” she asked.

“Most certainly,” replied Polly, ready to take up her foe’s challenge. “Just what are we supposed to do?” she asked.

“I call it a ‘Muscle Test’, Mel replied. “The hold will determine which of us is the stronger in hands, arms and chest.” Mel extended her hands towards Polly and said, “Here, with your hands, clasp your fingers in mine.”

Soon the two women’s hands were fully clasped in each other’s. Quite naturally, they began straining and pushing. Mel tried to force Polly towards dry land, while Mel tried to get close enough to Mel for a mamm-slam. Fortunately for Mel, the water neutralized Polly’s strength advantage and enhanced her own advantages in height and swiftness. Polly’s mamm-slam was nearly useless, as she couldn’t get close enough to Mel.

Before Polly could counter, Mel maneuvered them onto the shore. Water dripped from their hair onto their shoulders and breasts. The two women’s bodies glistened in the light of the nearby campfire. Hands still locked together, Polly’s gazed upon Mel’s beautifully shaped breasts, now made pearlescent by the glow of the fire. Meanwhile, Mel was spellbound by her foe’s mammoth mammaries, now with fully aroused, huge, bright pink nipples. The two women stood transfixed, unmoving for a time, captivated at the sight of the other’s breasts.

Finally, Mel broke the trance that held them and flung her body against Polly, trying a mamm-slam of her own. Polly, unprepared for the wet, bare skin-to-skin slap of Mel’s beautiful breasts, tumbled over backwards near the campfire. Mel leaped on top of Polly and this time it was Polly who had the wind knocked from her lungs. Polly lie there helplessly, feeling as weak as a kitten as Mel resumed the attack.

Mel pressed her hands against Polly’s wrists and held her arms to the ground above her head. Their breasts pressed together as Mel held Polly firmly to the dusty soil near the campfire. Their bodies glowed in the surrounding darkness, pressed firmly together as one entity in their struggle for dominance. Polly struggled to entwine Mel’s leg, but Mel was too quick and shifted to a straddling position with one leg to each side of Polly’s waist.

The two women locked eyes. Polly, still weakened, knew she needed a miracle to free herself. Maybe if some strength remained, she could have freed herself. Instead, Mel improved her position by inching forward and setting her butt directly upon Polly’s mammoth mammaries. Still holding Polly’s hands above her head, Mel lifted her butt a few inches in the air and then slammed down firmly upon Polly’s breasts below. Already short of breath, Polly let out short yelps of pain as Mel continued the torture.

“It seems I’ve found a nice cushion,” chided Mel from her position of dominance. It would appear that my ‘femme pin’ and ‘butt-slam’ are most effective holds against your large mammaries. Although…” she hesitated for effect, “perhaps another ‘mammary claw’ might be just what is needed to finish you completely.”

Mel then pulled Polly’s hands so they were alongside her own body, pressed into the dusty ground. Then Mel tucked Polly’s hands under her knees so that Polly’s arms were trapped beneath Mel’s body straddling legs. Mel slid her butt slowly down Polly’s body until Polly’s huge mammaries were fully exposed.

Mel sat atop Polly, totally dominating her helpless foe, “You’re trapped, Polly, totally helpless in my ‘femme pin’ hold. And note how my hands are free, able to apply a mammary claw whenever I wish.”

Polly’s mind was swimming with new information as she lie there held in thrall - ‘femme pin’, ‘mammary claw’, tummy wrench’, ‘mamm-slam’, ‘butt-slam’ and ‘muscle test’. Mel had used all of these names for catfighting holds and maneuvers. A thought flashed across her mind. Perhaps Mel was using their battles to impart some teaching, as well, trying to impart some little knowledge to improve her foe’s worthiness.

But then Mel interrupted Polly’s thoughts, grabbed hold of Polly’s huge breasts and squeezed ferociously. Polly yelped out in pain. “I advise you to give up now, Polly. I can sit here and torture your mammaries at my leisure. You can’t get free…”

Deep down, Polly knew her situation was hopeless. But pride wouldn’t let her give up a third time to this harlot. “I’ll get loose, just you wait!” she wailed futilely.

This was all Mel needed to hear… and it was just what she wished to hear. Mel again latched onto her foe’s much larger mammaries and squeezed viciously. This time Mel refused to hear Polly’s pleas and tortured her breasts for long minutes before finally relenting.

“What say you now?” Mel asked, though she knew Polly’s answer.

Polly was sobbing softly beneath Mel, tears streaming from her eyes. “I submit,” she stammered, completely defeated.

“A smart move to be sure,” replied Mel, releasing her hold on Polly’s breasts. But Mel didn’t get up just yet. “As you’ve realized,” she continued, “I have you in a ‘femme pin’ hold, with a ‘mammary claw’, too - most effective, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes,” sobbed Polly softly. “It would seem there is no escape.”

“There is,” countered Mel, “but it is most difficult and not always successful. Perhaps I will show you one day, that is if you ever trap me with it.”

Still perched atop Polly, Mel reached to the side and grabbed a few logs and tossed them on the waning fire. Polly’s rope was nearby, so Mel grabbed it and promptly tied Polly’s wrists together over her head. Then Mel spun around and straddled Polly’s legs, taking another piece of rope towards Polly’s ankles.

Polly lay there helplessly, completely under Mel’s control as she was trussed up. Despite herself, a feeling stirred between Polly’s loins once more. ‘How could this be?’ she scolded herself. ‘I cannot be enjoying this… this helplessness in the face of my foe…’

Mel finished the job, spun about and sat atop Polly again in the ‘femme pin’ maneuver. “You did much better this time Polly, but you will need to do better if you ever hope to defeat me.” Then Mel reached for Polly’s breasts and began to massage them gently, gradually easing the pain in Polly’s battle weary breasts. “We must undo the damage to our mammaries,” Mel advised coyly.

The sensations in her breasts were arousing, yet soothing, and Polly sighed softly with the rhythm of the massage. “Now, you do the same for me,” ordered Mel.

Despite being bound at the wrists, Polly managed to reach for Mel’s fine breasts and softly massage them, one at a time. Mel cooed at the soft, caressing contact. Polly had much untapped talent, mused Mel silently.

Finally, Mel lay down partway atop Polly, allowing her breasts to softly touch against Polly’s breasts, brushing and twirling gently against her foe’s much larger mammaries.

“More undoing of battle damage?” asked Polly, knowing deep down that something much different was going on.

“Um hmm,” cooed Mel softly, barely resisting the urge to kiss Polly full on the lips. But she stopped herself, knowing that the time wasn’t yet right.

Mel continued sliding her own rigid nipples back and forth lightly across Polly’s much larger nipples. Polly found her nipples once again stimulated to the extreme as she sigh pleasurably. Mel smiled as before and continued the soft breast-to-breast and nipple-to-nipple stimulation for a very long time. Both women cooed and sighed softly in unison as they continued the combined movement between their chests late into the night.

Finally, the two women slowed down. Mel got up to toss a few more logs onto the campfire before laying a few blankets on some soft grass nearby. Then she untied Polly’s ankles, helped her to her feet and led Polly to the blanket. Polly lay down obediently, automatically, as if under some sort of enchantment. Mel retied Polly’s ankles and got up again to gather more blankets. Mel rolled up one blanket and propped it under Polly’s head, then did likewise with another for herself. Lastly, Mel pulled a few blankets over the two of them and nuzzled her body close up against Polly. Polly was lost in it all, defeated and bound, unable (and unwilling) to resist Mel’s overtures. The two women clung together through the long night, sharing body heat against the chill of the night.

Mel was glad for the company, especially a female with such large breasts. Her existence had been a lonely one with no real companionship. ‘What is the bond that I share with this woman?’ she wondered, before drifting off to sleep. ‘Is it as simple as catfighting? Or is there more?’

Mel rose early, cooking bacon and grits for the two of them. Polly finally stirred, just in time to watch Mel eat breakfast.

“What about me?” asked Polly. “You gonna save some for me?” she asked.

“Sure. You can have the leftovers, that is if there are any,” she chortled. “Don’t worry, I’ll leave you plenty. But I’ll be long gone before you get any.”

Mel threw water on the campfire and gathered her belongings. Polly sat nearby, still bared to the waist, and bound at the wrists and ankles. Polly’s bonds weren’t very tight, as she couldn’t bear for Polly to suffer the whole night that way. It wouldn’t take long for Polly to free herself.

“I’m heading out now,” Mel began, climbing atop her horse. Polly managed to stand. Mel looked long and hard at those huge mammaries she’d spent the night with.

“Maybe you’d like another catfight before leaving,” offered Polly with a deep breath.

Mel was sorely tempted, but knew they’d meet again and put the thought aside. “Not right now, but maybe further up the trail. I’ve got to make good time in order to make it to San Francisco on time. You’ll have to hurry to keep up.”

Perched comfortably atop her horse, Mel trotted away slowly. Then Polly noticed that her own horse was tied to Mel’s saddle. “Hey! My horse!!” she shouted.

“Don’t worry. I’ll leave him tied to a bush upstream a mile or so,” she cackled giddily, “along with your clothes and other supplies. Maybe you should start working on your bonds,” she chortled while riding away upstream. “By the way, I’ll be passing through Dodge City, Garden City and Pueblo on my way west. Maybe we’ll run into each other again.”

“Count on it,” Polly screeched, twisting her wrists free of the bonds. Then she sat down and untied her ankles. She tucked the rope into the pockets of her jeans, then rose and grabbed what remained of the breakfast. Still naked above the waist, a very mad Polly Perkins began her trek upriver to recover her horse and other belongings. ‘Next time it will be different,’ she swore softly.

The End