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The Battle of Cactus Creek Part 4

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The Battle of Cactus Creek Part 4
« on: October 25, 2017, 06:19:20 PM »
(The father and daughter duo of Big Dick and Amanda have gone and gotten themselves in a heap of trouble.  Payng for past indiscretions it is time to pay the piper.)

Liz came up and handed Consuela a switch. Consuela laid that switch to Limp Dick’s ass as she led him around like a dog, generously applying it to his backside. He sure was yelping like a dog. As she did this she recounted Dick’s past indiscretions to the crowd, she had learned much in 35 years, and delighted in telling the town how the big, tough stud of a Sheriff had been limp as a wet noodle since the wedding. She laughed when told them about New Orleans, and the bevy of beauties, and how Limp Dick earned his new nickname. I’m not sure what hurt Dick more, being beaten, stripped and collared by the woman he desired, and having his ass whipped while he whimpered like a whipped puppy, or having the whole town know he couldn’t get it up.
Consuela didn’t tell the crowd everything. She never told them that she had gals like Madame Orr out all over the western territories looking for Dick and Amanda, or that she did not come upon this town accidentally, but had chosen it for a number of reasons, revenge being only one of them. She also left out the fact that she knew some of them Voodoo priestesses in New Orleans, and that they had provided her with some special powders, and she had been using them to drug Dick and keep him sickly, and keep him limp as a noodle. She didn’t tell him either, since she knew a man such as Dick, who considered himself a big, tough manly stud, would be crushed by the fact that he could not get it up.
Not only was Amanda forced to watch this, but Liz was behind her, with a switch of her own, and she leaned in and whispered to the beaten blonde “You should feel your daddy’s pain,” and laid the switch to Amanda’s ass. Every so often Liz would pause and stuff her hand between Amanda’s legs and rub her pussy, which was still wet. Amanda could not believe the feelings of humiliation that washed over her.
The husband and wife team of photographers were busy as all get out. They were setting up their cameras and taking pictures from all directions.
Limp Dick’s ass was crisscrossed with raised red welts by the time Consuela was done walking him around. She had also delivered a few well-aimed lashes to his balls, which caused hum no end of pain. I can’t describe the look on Dick’s face when he was led over to Rosalita, who was standing on the front steps of the Spanish Rose. She had a cruel, unforgiving smile on her face and an emasculator in her hand. I’ve never seen eyes open that wide, not even Amanda’s.
Now for you folk that have never been on a farm or ranch an emasculator is sort of like a cross between a big pair of pliers and a pair of shears, only the head is kinda curved. It’s a tool they use to castrate horses and bulls and such. Dick took one look at that shiny silver tool and burst out in tears, throwing himself at Consuela’s feet.
“I’m  sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry,” he blubbered, hugging her legs. “I was young and stupid…I didn’t know what I was doing…please don’t castrate me, I’m begging you…” Dick went and pissed himself. Yup, like father, like daughter for sure.
“Afraid it will make you less of a man?” Consuela laughed, reaching down and pulling his head up by the hair and looking into his tear stained face. “You couldn’t be any less of a man than you are now!”
Rosalita was behind him, and she opened and closed the emasculator a couple of times, holding it up near his head so he could hear the snip-snap sound and he began bawling like a baby. She reached down between his legs and grabbed hold of his hanging balls. They were already in rough shape, having been stomped and switched, and she yanked on them roughly, squeezing them as hard as she could. The sound I heard could have been Dick choking on his own vomit with a loud gulp. But I swear it sounded more like a “pop”. Whatever it was Dick’s eyes rolled back in his head and he damned near fainted.
“I want you to suffer the way you made me suffer,” Rosalita spit, “both of you!”
Dick began to vomit, Amanda pissed herself again, and both knew that they were in deep shit now.