The Curvy Girl’s Cowboy Orgy (Western, Gangbang, BBW)

The Curvy Girl’s Cowboy Orgy

Mallory Steele

First Published 2013 by
The
Blue Bouzouki Press

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dead,
is entirely coincidental. All characters appearing in this work are aged 18 or over.

Also by Mallory Steele:

Cowboys and Curvy Girls: Four Western BBW Erotica Tales

The Curvy Girl’s Cowboy Orgy

Things had been getting rougher with Kane. Not just in the bedroom, but outside it too, and it was starting to scare her. She’d always hoped that he’d calm down after they got married, cool his tempers a little once they settled into life together, but it hadn’t worked out that way. Kane Fury, that wild, intemperate, aggressive man, had only gotten worse as time went by. But maybe what scared Cathy most of all was that she still found him so irresistibly attractive,

and maybe – and she could scarcely admit this to herself – maybe now she desired him even more so. But still, something had to give. There was a difference between the excitement of fantasy and the excitement of real, tangible danger. Her husband had already raised his hand to her in threat and she feared it was only a matter of time before he actually really did lash out in anger and strike her. And after that she knew he would never stop – it was in his nature – and maybe a serious beating would only be the beginning. She was starting to realize that Kane was probably capable of much, much worse.

And now here she was, lying in the luscious king-sized bed that they shared together, her almost naked body pressed against the soft silk sheets and expensive pillows that could do nothing to ease the roughness and the harshness of what was to come. Around Kane Fury everything turned mean. The dusty leather belts that fastened her wrists to the bedposts – they were the truth of this moment. They were the truth of Kane.

And sure, this
was
what she wanted. He’d been adamant in making her admit that before they begun, and it was true, she could not deny that aching, grinding heat in her loins, the tender, tantalizing spark of being so powerless and beneath his control, but behind that pounding lust and dripping desire something else gnawed at her soul. It was fear. Fear and the sense that even if she hadn’t wanted this, even if she hadn’t consented on her own terms, maybe Kane would have made it happen anyway. Kane, as he’d so proudly boasted on their first date together, was the kind of guy who
made
things
happen
.

Cathy had had a boring life. She knew it was the truth and she wasn’t afraid to admit it. After all, in the town of Dancers’ Outpost most people did. But Cathy was different, if only a little. She’d always been a dreamer, a reader, a fantasist who always kept her eyes to the horizon, waiting for that wild roving knight to come and sweep her off her feet on some marvelous adventure.
Though it wasn’t like she’d ever expected that to actually happen.
She was a fantasist sure, but in Dancers’ Outpost to survive you had to be a realist too. And that went for everybody.

But still, when she’d met Kane’s eyes that night in the Saddle and Whip Roadhouse a fire had been kindled inside her that even to this day hadn’t quite gone out completely. There were plenty of other women in the bar that night and most of them, Cathy didn’t mind admitting, had been much better looking (not to mention slimmer) then she was. But it wasn’t any of those girls who Kane’s steely blue eyes were staring at. It was her. And when he walked over to her table, slow and dominant and totally in control, Cathy’s heart had nearly jumped right out of her mouth and onto the floor. When she found out he was the joint-owner of the place she wasn’t one bit surprised. Everything about him intimated power and ownership. Soon he would own her too.

He didn’t ask her out on a date, he
told
her where to be at the prerequisite hour. That first evening he took control of everything, he ordered her meal for her, her drinks (BBQ Ribs, taters and biscuits, not quite her first choice though at least he’d gotten the drink right) and when they went out for a walk along the boardwalks to the edge of town to watch the sun set over the rocky horizon, he had placed his strong arm around her waist in a way that let her know in no uncertain terms that as long as she was with him no one else would ever dare to hurt her. If only the same had been true for him.

A date was set for the wedding and soon after that she met Bud Sundance. Bud was Kane’s best friend since childhood and his joint partner at the Saddle and Whip. They had a close bond that seemed to traverse beyond mere friendship and on to the realm of brotherhood. Kane Fury didn’t have a conscience, instead he had Bud, and as such theirs was a partnership of necessity. Bud was single though he’d had his heart broken at some point in his past (Cathy didn’t like to pry and Kane only ever sneered in derision when the topic came up, as if he could never understand how a man could base his feelings on the opinions of a mere woman to begin with) and when Cathy was first introduced to the handsome blonde cowboy she couldn’t help but think: if I’d met you first…

Bud was as much of a manly man as Kane though he spoke a whole lot less, seeming to be more at ease and comfortable with himself and his own personal kingdom. For Kane it was as if there was always some usurper or rebel waiting in the shadows to depose him of his throne, whereas with bud it was like he knew nobody could ever get to him anyway so he could just relax within himself completely.

Or so Cathy imagined anyway, because though Bud was always kind to her when they were together, they’d never shared all that much time in conversation. Like all his possessions Kane watched over Cathy’s every move around other men with a jealous rage that he could barely contain and neither seemed to have much desire to either. It was a testament to the strength of his and Bud’s friendship that he ever let them be around each other at all.

At the wedding Bud was the best man. Cathy had felt ashamed of herself just for having the thought that
yes,
he really was the best man. It wouldn’t be long before she realized how right she’d been to think that. It should have been him. It should have been Bud all along.

But Kane was always ready to remind her that no other man could ever want her – not frumpy, overweight Cathy, who had been so blessed to have Kane rescue her from obscurity – and for the most part Cathy had believed him. When someone tells you the same cruel lie every day, sooner or later you start to accept it as part of life’s truth.

Life with Kane was far from the fairytale story she’d imagined for herself. He expected her to live up to her wifely duty in every sense of the word and accepted nothing less. If his dinner wasn’t on the table at five pm on the dot every evening, if it wasn’t the right meal for the day, then Kane once again lived up to the fury of his name. And even that wasn’t enough for him. Even though they were never left wanting for cash, Kane soon insisted that Cathy take up work in the Roadhouse as a bargirl. It was only fair, he said, after all that he had so selflessly given to her.

But every cloud has its silver lining and this one was called Bud Sundance. The cool, wistful cowboy who seemed to keep his distance from everybody even as he treated them with kind equanimity soon became all that Cathy could think about. For her he embodied all that was missing from Kane’s soul and as time went by she realized the true extent to which her husband relied on his intelligent, handsome partner. If Bud wasn’t there to be the voice of reason – the only one Kane ever really listened to – then her husband’s untamable aggression and hatred for the world would have prevented him from ever achieving anything of any worth at all. Not like he’d ever admit that fact, although Cathy sensed that he knew it himself on some deep level.

And as for Bud, what did he have to gain from the friendship? Well he never said, only hinting from time to time at some terrible moment in the distant past when his friend had rescued him from insurmountable damage. Unlike Kane who’d had a fairly privileged upbringing, Bud had risen from a broken, tumultuous home. It was counter-intuitive how their different personalities had formed.

But even though it was the company of Bud, such a rare and valuable commodity, that Cathy looked forward to every evening she went to work in the
Roadhouse,
it was to Kane’s dark castle that she returned again every night. It was to his needs that she tended without complaint.

And now here she lay, for another fiery and wild, yet completely loveless, brief moment of passion. He could still drive her wild and she knew that here in these moments was the closest she could ever get to reaching the real him. And maybe that was for the best.
Because even at his most tender, Kane was an animal.

She watched his powerful chest heaving up and down with each slow deliberate breath. His eyes were like those of a desert wolf as he looked at her with furious lust and a desire that could barely mask the derision behind it. He had never seen her as anything more than a thing to be possessed. Possessed and then conquered completely.

His thick belts were tight around her wrists and they chafed the skin as she squirmed with the heat of her want. For now it was strong enough to trump the doubts of her fear. Kane moved towards her with the slow sleekness of a panther. His muscular thighs flexed as he mounted the bed, bending his powerful knees as he lowered his forehead and moved towards her. Cathy trembled.

He took her thighs softly in each strong hand and then without any care he yanked her legs roughly apart, grunting with desire as he opened the way for himself to that which was all that he really desired in her. She knew not to complain, there was no point. And despite the humiliation of the moment she still wanted him. Her passion had defeated her heart once again and there would be time enough for regretful reflections later on.

But now he was hurting her, more than ever before.
Deliberately.
His fingernails dug hatefully into the flesh of her thighs as he leaned forward and smelled her heat with animal lust.

“Kane…”

He ignored her. He might as well not have even heard her.

“Kane, you’re hurting me.”

His fingers dug deeper as he reached back with one hand and frantically unsheathed his iron-hot manhood. His chest heaved faster now and she no longer wanted this. A threshold had been building towards her for weeks now and suddenly she was over it. The fear had won and rightly so.

“Kane!”

Slowly, cruelly he raised his head towards her. There was evil in his eyes.

“What?”

“Kane, I don’t want to do this,” Cathy said, “I don’t want to do this.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

She needed to be tactful. She was tied up in a spider’s web and the wrong word now could lead to agonies untold.