(Acting Sheriff Amanda has gone and gotten herself into a mess of trouble. After challenging her rival Liz to a gunfight, only to lose her guns, Amanda then challenged her to a catfight, only to lose the fight, her clothes, and her dignity. Humiliated, publicly and privately for the last day our erstwhile heroine has been left covered in a thick coating of tar and feathers, shackled to the hitching post with her ass sticking up in the air, a couple of hours later when the stage arrived and Big Dick and Consuela returned to town.)
The stage arrived, late as usual, and Consuela headed to the Spanish Rose, while Big Dick wandered around looking for Amanda. He didn’t understand all the snickering going on around town, but she suspected it had something to do with his honeymoon. You can imagine his shock when he saw his precious little girl, chained up and covered with tar and feathers.
“Daddy…daddy! Look what they did to me! It was Liz! Look what Liz did to me!” Amanda wailed hysterically.
Big Dick, who was already in a mood cause of his honeymoon, stormed into the Spanish Rose, looking for trouble.
“Where is that little cxnt that did that to my baby girl?” he screamed, storming up to Consuela, who was already behind the bar.
Big Dick was in a real bad mood, worse than I have ever seen him. Of course, there were reasons, and seeing his baby girl chained to the hitching post, body stretched, ass high, covered in tar and feathers, standing over a steaming pile of her own waste and sobbing hysterically was only part of it. Everyone in town knew about the case of whiskey dick that inflicted him on his wedding night, and most folk had heard how he got so sick on the trip that he and his bride had to return home. What most folk didn’t know is that ever since the wedding Big Dick had come down with one ailment after another. When he wasn’t curled up in bed, retching or weeping, well, stuff was coming out one end or the other. They ended up spending some time in New Orleans, and our Sheriff was treated to a non-stop parade of scantily clad, voluptuous women. It was enough to make even the most pious and virtuous of men walk around with a hard-on 24 hours a day. Poor Dick, well, he had an infliction and I don’t know what the proper name for it is, but it pretty much changed his nickname from Big Dick to Limp Dick. That poor man could not get an erection. All them beautiful women and no matter how hard he rubbed or yanked it that cock he was so proud of just sat there like a sad little snake.
You can imagine that Big Dick was in a mean and ornery mood. He had spent the better part of a year lusting after Consuela, and her bank account, with a raging hard-on, and now that he had her he’s been so sick he can’t even get it up. That’s enough to make a normal man mean and ornery, but Big Dick, like Amanda, was pretty much an asshole to begin with, so you can imagine how mean he was now.
He was screaming at Consuela about Liz but then abruptly stopped and was speechless when he saw, nailed to the wall above the bar, a fancy two-gun rig, a filthy denim shirt, and a pair of what looked like pee-soaked britches.
He saw me sitting with Amy over at Consuela’s table and started yelling at me for not helping Amanda and I told him the truth, that she had fired me. Like father, like daughter, he started cussing at me and telling me how I was going to pay for not helping his little girl. I wasn’t worried. I told you, I see things, I hear things, and people tell me things.
Big Dick went back to screaming at Consuela and screaming for Liz to show her face. I guess he figured that since he was married to Consuela that all of this, and everything else she owned, including her daughter, now belonged to him. Liz appeared at the top of the stairs, with Adam and Johnna, as usual and was laughing when she came down the steps.
What’s the matter?” Liz laughed, “Did my little pet shit all over the street again? Damn, we’re going to have to lock her up for indecency!”
“Get down here, you little cxnt!” He snapped.
She took her time, still laughing, and making fun of what was left of Amanda.
Things were all happening at once. Big Dick was screaming at Liz, Liz was laughing and slowly strolling down the stairs, making him even madder, Consuela was shouting at Big Dick to watch how he talked to her daughter and to watch his threatening attitude, and Big Dick was screaming at Liz and now Consuela, telling his wife she was now his property and she better watch her mouth when she talked to him or he teach her and her daughter a lesson. Consuela was laughing, “With what? A man, who can’t get it up for his wife, or a dozen naked girls, isn’t much of a man.” Big Dick was screaming at mother and daughter, they were alternating between yelling at him, and laughing, and in the midst of all this the Contessa wandered in and walked up behind Big Dick.
“Señor Sheriff, “she said, soft and polite, as was her usual manner.
Big Dick ignored her and continued to argue with mother and daughter.
“Señor Sheriff, “the Contessa said again, reaching up to tap Big Dick on his shoulder.
“What?” he snapped, spinning around. He looked down at the Contessa, and, eyed her up and down. Big Dick had this way of looking at women that you know he was instantly judging whether they were fuckable. I do remember when she first came to town and Big Dick gave her that look, like a jeweler looking at a new diamond, and said, “If she were forty years younger she might be worth a fuck.” She was about his age, so you knew he liked them young. Anyway, he looked her up and down, appraising her fuckability, and snapped “I ain’t got time for this,” and turned back to screaming at mother and daughter.
“Señor Sheriff, “the Contessa said once again, reaching up to tap Big Dick on his shoulder once more. She said something else that was soft and low and that I couldn’t hear.
“What?” He snapped, spinning around. He towered over the little Contessa and screamed at her, “I don’t have time for you, you dirty Mex. I got…”
The little Contessa brought her knee straight up between his legs.
Like father, like daughter. Big Dick now had the same look on his face that Amanda had, eyes and mouth wide open in a mixture of shock, horror, and pain. The Contessa had brought her knee up so quickly, so unexpectedly, and with such force that she cut off his voice in mid-sentence. The pain was so intense that Big Dick could not even scream, all he could do was clutch his balls.
“I asked you if you remember me,” Contessa Rosalita said, this time her voice was loud, proud and defiant. As she spoke she brought her knee up again, even more forceful this time.
The pain was too much for Big Dick, who still could not scream his anguish. After the second kick to the balls all he could do was spin around, hands still clutching his balls, and stagger towards the bar where his wife stood. He fell against the bar and looked at her with a pitiful, pleading look in his eyes.
“Con…Con…Co…” was all he could seem to gasp.
Consuela looked down at him, chin on the bar looking up at her and she smiled sweetly as she reached her fingers into his hair.
“Oh, poor Richard,” she said, her face a look of pity on the poor man. That smiled turned into an evil grin when she grabbed his hair and smashed his face down into the bar.
Revenge, as they say, is a dish best served cold.
It had been a set-up from beginning to end. While it is true that there was money to be made in Cactus Creek for an industrious woman such as Consuela, and she made a lot of it, the real reason she had come to town was for revenge. Consuela had not planned on Dick falling for her as he did, she had several women lined up for that, but when he did it made things all the more easy, and the revenge all the more delicious. Adam was part of it too. Consuela had seen what Amanda liked and brought him in just to romance her and then drop her like a hot potato for Liz. Consuela knew that it would infuriate Amanda, but she had no idea how well her plan would work.
And they were only beginning.
Big Dick was dazed and confused, like father like daughter, and didn’t know which end was up. Consuela had both hands in his hair, pounding his face down into the solid wood bar, while Rosalita was behind him, ramming her knee up over and over again. Consuela pounded his face into the bar a dozen or so times before yanking his head up by the hair and looking into his bleary eyed, slack jawed face and spitting in it.
“You pathetic fool!” she sneered. “Did you really think that I would ever love you? That you would ever enjoy this body after what you did to my mother? Whenever you touched me I felt so dirty. When you kissed me I had to wash out my mouth.” Consuela stuck two fingers into Big Dick’s busted nose, forcing his head up, tears running down his cheeks. “Thirty-five years ago you raped my mother and you made me watch while you and that stupid slut of a daughter tarred and feathered her and ran us out of town.”
“Remember me now?” Rosalita whispered into a weeping Dick’s ear. She had her hand between his legs, squeezing and crushing his balls and when she pulled her hand away she rammed her knee up again.
Seeing them all together I could see why Rosalita, the Contessa, looked so familiar. Rosalita was the perfect combination of Consuela and Liz. If you took Consuela’s best features and combined them with Liz’s best features, you would have Rosalita. Of course you would, she was Consuela’s mother, and Liz’s grandmother, and even though she was in her fifties, she was still a damned good-looking woman. Consuela had named her place the Spanish Rose, but it was not named for her daughter but her mother, Rosalita. Contessa Rosalita was the Spanish Rose.
“Time to pay your debts, you pathetic piece of shit!” Consuela sneered.
Big Dick was too heavy for the two little women and collapsed to the floor, moaning and groaning. Consuela slid over the bar, and by that time Liz and Johnna were standing over the Sheriff’s prone body, and each held one of his feet high in the air, legs spread wide, as Rosalita, the shy, quiet, reserved and polite Contessa stomped his balls, screaming “Don’t you remember me?”
Big Dick was too big and heavy for any of these women, but collectively they had no trouble dragging his ass off the floor. Consuela, Liz and Johnna were all wearing those leather gloves and they stood in a circle, with Big Dick in the middle. Those four women, well, they just beat that man bloody. First, they relieved Big Dick of his six-shooters and gun-belt, and then they began to beat him around their little circle like one of them beach balls.
Rosalita, who really a Contessa, and really was royalty, concentrated her attacks below the waist, kicking Dick in the balls whenever she could, or delivering a well-placed kick to the ass to send him staggering towards one of her fellow warriors. They knocked him back and forth between each other, pounding his face, his belly and, of course, his balls. As they beat him to a pulp they were slowly stripping him, tearing at his clothes as they knocked the helpless sap around their little pain circle.
The street outside was packed with people. Some came to see what would happen. Others came to witness more of Amanda’s public humiliation. Still others had an idea of what was to come and got themselves ringside seats. Amy and some of the gals gave the weeping blonde a second coat of tar and feathers. Amanda was lucky, the tar was only lukewarm. There was a small fire going on the other side of the porch, near the other hitching post, and the tar was boiling. That crowd burst out into laughter, cheers and applause when Big Dick emerged from the Spanish Rose, buck naked, and a dog collar locked around his throat, led on a leash by Consuela and her girls. His face was bruised, battered, bloody and swollen, and he meekly followed Consuela’s lead and his big cock wasn’t looking so big now, hanging down all limp and flaccid. Consuela yanked on the leash and pulled Dick down to his hand and knees and she led him around, forcing him to crawl behind her like a dog.
Amanda had no clue about any of this. Bound to the hitching post she was being tarred and feathered by Consuela’s gals, several of whom took the opportunity to pinch, twist and yank on Amanda’s nipples, to smack her on her round bottom, and to finger her pussy, which, even though she was humiliated, remained dripping wet. Some of them even hiked up their skirts and offered their pussies to Amanda, or stuck their asses in her face. You could see how badly Liz had broken Amanda. The gals didn’t even have to tell Amanda to eat them. All they had to do was stick their pussy in her face, or their ass, and Amanda obediently began licking. Amanda truly was as meek as a mouse.
Between gasping and sobbing, and of course, using her tongue, Amanda was crying for daddy. I think that deep inside her, no matter how full of shame and humiliation she felt, Amanda held on to a glimmer of hope that when Big Dick returned that he would save her. You could see it in her eyes and written all over her face, that glimmer of hope being forever crushed, when Consuela leg big daddy past her, crawling on his hands and knees, beaten, battered, and whimpering.
Consuela led Limp Dick around by the leash, showing off their handiwork, and then led him back in front of Amanda. She not only wanted the crowd that had gathered to see and hear everything, she wanted Amanda to have a front row seat.
Consuela explained to the onlookers exactly why Limp Dick and Amanda had been brought down so low. She told the crowd how, 35 years ago, her mother, Rosalita, the Contessa, had crossed the border into Texas. She told them how she had been accosted by Dick, who was so full of lust he called her a whore, ignoring her social station, and dragged her into a filthy alley where he raped her repeatedly. Consuela went on about how her mother had confronted Dick, and how she had been forced to watch as he and his daughter tarred and feathered her poor mother, and driven them out of town.
“He has earned his punishment, and if anyone has any objections to his fate, let them speak up now.”
Limp Dick was just like Amanda, a cocky, arrogant bastard that didn’t have any real friends, and that nobody particularly liked. As you can imagine, there were no objections.
