The Curvy Girl’s Cowboy Orgy (Western, Gangbang, BBW) (2 page)

“I… I’m sorry baby,” She said, “I feel sick. I think it’s my ulcer again.”

“So what?”

“So just let me go, ok? I’ll make us some cocoa, and then maybe later I’ll be feeling better and we can try again.”

Kane narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean
let you go
? I haven’t made you
do
anything.”

Cathy forced a smile that she did not feel. “I know sugar,” she soothed, “I know, but I can’t exactly let myself go, can I?” She pulled her wrists against the burning binds and smiled, hoping that the display of submissiveness would assuage his rising temper.

Kane sighed. “For fuck sake girl,” he said, “You know I got all kind of stress in my life. I need this.”

Cathy said nothing and when Kane reached forward and began unfastening the belts on her wrists she tried her best not to show her relief.

“I’m sorry baby,” she said and moved forward to kiss his cheek.

Kane pushed her away with disgust.

“Get off me. Go get your damn cocoa then, as if you don’t have enough to eat and drink anyway.”

Bastard
.

“I’m sorry,” Cathy said, hating herself a little for not standing up to him. “Like I said, maybe I’ll feel better later.”

“Maybe you will,” Kane snorted, “but I won’t. You’re failing me again Katy-girl. I don’t know why I put up with you.”

You and me both
bub
, Cathy thought but dared not say. “Come on, go sit down on the couch and I’ll put on the TV and then get you something to drink.”

Kane looked back once more at the binds, now hanging useless like his almost flaccid-again dick on the king-sized bed. The expression on his face was like that of a spoiled child who’d just found out that Christmas had been cancelled.
Selfish prick.

“Go on get then,” he said, “useless bitch.”

Cathy bit her tongue, but in that moment her mind was made up. She would leave him – she had to.
For the sake of her own sanity.
But first she had to be careful. First she would bring him his cocoa and placate his wild fury.

Kane sat in his silky white boxers and dressing gown, taking up most of the couch as he flicked to the sports channel and stuffed his hand down his underwear to scratch himself. What had she ever seen in him, she wondered? Her eyes looked to the rippling abdominal and chest muscles on his powerful body and then she remembered.

As soon as it was ready Cathy brought him his hot cup. In her mind she ran through various scenarios of how best to escape him. Kane was sitting up straight now transfixed on the battle on screen, the warriors of football who were railing against each other and raising Kane’s tempers dangerously high again.

“Here you go honey,” she said holding out the mug of cocoa to him.

“God damn get your fat ass out of the way girl!” Kane roared and reached up to brush her aside roughly – maybe forgetting his own strength, maybe simply not caring, as he knocked her on her knees and sent the cup of steaming liquid flying out onto his rock-hard naked chest.

On the screen Kane’s team missed their play. It took him a moment as the nerves and synapses in his mind pulled together before he registered the burning liquid that had been spilled all over him. He leapt up with a blood curdling roar and spun towards her, all of his rage unleashed.

“YOU STUPID FAT CUNT!” he screamed, reaching down to grab a handful of her hair and then yanking her towards him. “It’s high time I laid down the law around here!”

Cathy couldn’t even feel it. In that moment something else took over.
Her own fury that had been trodden on and suppressed for so long.
The other cup still in her hand, its contents now spilled out on the floor, she swung her arm towards him and smashed it against his face. With a cry of pain and anger Kane released his hold and clasped his hands over his bleeding face.

Cathy stared up at him and perversely all she could do was laugh at this naked, fallen Hercules, burnt and scarred, almost naked and mad with rage. She jumped to her feet and ran, before the joke would be on her.

II

She waited in the parking lot, safe in the cabin of her truck and the darkness of the night. Her whole body still trembled but she couldn’t go inside yet, not while the last customers of the night were still spilling out from the Roadhouse. She was only in her underwear and boots and it would be shaming enough for Bud and the other guys to see her like this, let alone the patrons of the bar. Dancers’ Outpost was a small town and word spread quickly whenever there was scandal to speak of.

But it had to be here, it had to be Bud. Nobody else would be strong enough to face down Kane. Nobody else had ever been able to calm him. One thing was for certain anyway, Kane Fury was not going to take a humiliation like that lying down, not from a
woman
. She only hoped he might be too ashamed to confront her in public – he would have reason of his own to fear those treacherous rumors.
The mighty Kane Fury beaten by his short, chubby wife in a domestic dispute?
The shame alone would kill him. Even as she trembled with unquenchable fright and excitement Cathy couldn’t help but laugh. It came out in manic, choked guffaws. She was in shock.

Kane would think that she’d gone to her mother’s. Cathy only hoped he wasn’t so insane as to do anything to her mom when she told him that she didn’t know where Cathy had gone to. He wouldn’t believe her, of course, Kane was just too paranoid, but surely not even Kane was so rotten inside as to hurt a helpless old lady. Was he?

Cathy had to fear the worst. Otherwise she’d never forgive herself if something happened. She had to get to Bud. He’d know exactly what to do.

Outside she watched as the last young couple left the bar and Chip
Mulpeter
, one of the guys who worked there, locked up the doors. As the neon lights above the door shut off into darkness Cathy watched the couple as they stumbled half-drunk and laughing arm in arm towards their car. She wondered how their love would end. Would it be like hers and Kane’s, slowly breaking down into distrust and hatred and eventually madness? Right now, she could see no other way.

She waited for the car to pull out of the parking lot before taking a deep breath and preparing herself for what she would say to Bud. Her mind was drawing blank on that one, but there was no time now to settle it. She opened the driver door and stepped out on shaking legs. It was a warm night but even still in her shock and nakedness she trembled as she set off towards the Roadhouse.

The lights were on in the backroom and Cathy prayed that it would be Bud alone who waited there. She peered through the window as she came round to the side door and thanked God that it was just as she’d hoped for. In the rec-room the muscular masculine figure of Bud Sundance sat hunched over a pile of receipts, shot glass of bourbon in one hand as he muttered to himself the numbers and figures of the day’s earnings. Cathy tried the door and found it open. She stepped inside.

“Cathy… What in hell…”

Bud stood up slowly as he stared at her in surprise. “
What in hell did he do to you?”

She felt herself crumple as first the tears spilled out of her eyes and then her legs turned to jelly and gave out beneath her. In a flash Bud was
beside
her, darting over on those football player’s tree-trunk legs as he swept her up into his arms and rescued her from her fall. The lights went out.

“Here drink this.”

She came
to
propped up on the soft chair at the table that Bud had been sitting on. He placed down a glass of whiskey half full on the table before her. Cathy, who almost never drank hard liquor, who could barely stomach the stuff, lifted it up and swallowed it whole.

“Oh… oh my God,” she coughed. “Bud, how the hell do you drink this stuff?”

Bud watched her grimly but when she started to laugh so too did
he
.

“Well you’re laughing
ain’t
ya
,” he said, “so it’s not all bad.” His face turned solemn and serious again. “Cathy.” He reached forward and placed his strong hand over hers. Beneath his suede touch the trembling of her wrist subsided. “Cathy, how bad did he hurt you?”

She looked up at Bud, at that kind, wise, gorgeous face, and smiled. “Not as bad as I hurt him. I smashed a cup over his face.”

Bud’s face darkened. This was after
all,
Cathy had to remind herself, his oldest friend they were talking about.

“But I had to,” she said, “he had me by the hair and he was only just getting started. I had to get away. Bud, you don’t know what it’s been like these past few months. I feel like a prisoner in my own home.”

Grimly, Bud nodded to himself. “I’ve had my suspicions,” he said, “Kane’s always had a hot temper, but lately… lately things have been different.”

He reached out and gently tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. Cathy felt safe with him, like she never had with Kane.

“It looks like you’re swollen up there,” he said, “hold on and I’ll get an icepack from the freezer.”

He rubbed her hand gently and then left her and went across the room. Without his closeness Cathy felt robbed of security.

“I been worried about you,” Bud called back as he rooted through the freezer, “for weeks. I didn’t know how bad it
was,
otherwise I would have put a stop to it. But you know how Kane is, he don’t listen to nobody.”

“He listens to you Bud.”

“Sometimes.”

Bud found the icepack and stood up. As he turned back to return, the door to the bar opened and Mark Halloran, one of the barmen, stepped inside.

“What in hell,” he whispered, “Cathy what happened to you?”

“Mind your business now Mark,” Bud snapped, “clean up the bar and keep this to yourself you hear me?”

“It’s that bastard Kane,
ain’t
it?” Mark said, “
he’s
finally snapped.”

Bud froze as the power and dominance that he rarely deliberately showed came forcefully over him. “That’s your boss you’re talking about son,” he said, “so watch your mouth. Now I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that as you pretend you saw nothing,
unnerstand
?”

“Sure,” Mark nodded, eyes turned ashamedly downwards.

“Bud,
it’s
ok,” Cathy said, “don’t get mad at him. Mark, I’m sorry you had to see me like this.”

“Aw hell Cathy,” Mark said, “what you got to be sorry for? If I could get my hands on that…” he looked over at Bud’s steely face and the words trailed off.
 
“You got nothing to be sorry for Cathy,” he repeated.

Bud’s face broke and he sighed. “Mark, run on upstairs and see if you can get a dressing gown for Cathy will
ya
. And go into my office and take the bottle from my desk. I think it’s time we cracked open the good stuff.”

Even though Mark had been told not to say anything, soon enough both
him
, Chip and Pete the other worker there were all in the backroom sitting around the table trying their best to look after Cathy. If Bud was disappointed in them, he’d obviously decided to leave the repercussions until after their favorite bargirl was alright again. Right now there were more pressing matters to attend to.

As the bottle of good, aged, southern whiskey went down and the three barmen jumped through circles fretting over Cathy and trying to make her feel better, even Bud began to relax and join in with the banter. Usually he kept his distance from everybody, not least of all with her, but tonight – well maybe he knew where he was needed.

“You know Cathy,” Mark said, “I never thought he treated you right, you’ve always been so kind and decent and that… that
bastard
…” he froze and then peered fearfully at Bud.

Bud stared at him steely-eyed and then his face broke out in a smile. “Hell,” he said, “speak freely son. Truth
be
told I agree with you. Fact is me and Kane have been approaching some kind of bust up one way or another for a long time now. Cathy, you
ain’t
the only one who’s been wondering why you tolerate him.”

“But Bud,” Cathy said, reaching out and placing her hand on his strong wrist, “Kane’s your friend. Whatever happens between me and him, it shouldn’t jeopardize that.”

Bud was silent for a moment. He picked up his glass, but instead of drinking from it he just peered into its cloudy depths. “No he
ain’t
,” he said, “maybe he never was at all. Maybe a guy like Kane
ain’t
capable of having friends. I’ve been carrying him on my back for too many years – out of a sense of duty – but you know what? Kane’s as bad as anybody ever was. I should have seen it all along.”

There was silence. That was probably the most Bud had said to any of them in one go and it was certainly the closest he’d ever gotten to talking about his past. And even now he wouldn’t show the pain that Cathy knew was there inside him, so deep down it must have cut like a dagger in his chest.

She squeezed his hand. “You weren’t the only one Bud,” she said, “Kane got the best of us all.”