Two-gun Gnaea Rides Again

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Two Gun Gnaea Rides Again
By: Ronald Mikhail

Our anti-heroine, Gnaea Valeria
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Wily Gnaea Valeria was ducking behind the bar. With each breath another half dozen rounds cut through the mess of glass that were once liquor bottles above her. Her revolvers were down to their last rounds and the bandoliers crossed over her chest and hips were empty.

She peeked over the bullet battered bar. Her gang was carpeting the establishment with their bodies. Two dozen lawmen were aiming the business end of their rifles her way. She looked at her handguns, scratched from scores of fights but always well maintained.

"This is the end my babies," she dropped the weapons. "I am coming our unarmed," she shouted then rose with her hands in the air.

The lawmen lowered their weapons. Their dusty faces showed they were glad not to have had to storm the bar to fight the legendary bandit queen.


The twilight of the sky colored the formation riding through the badlands. A dozen deputies surrounded Gnaea's horse where she rode with hands tied to the saddle horn. They were planets around her star, having no purpose but to orbit Gnaea.

Her horse's reins were held by the Sheriff Livia. The law woman wore Gnaea's revolvers on her waist, her gray eyes could not hide their victorious gleam when she watched the hunched bandit.

Gnaea's straight, brown hair framed her distraught face. Her angular features had lost some of their edge in defeat.

"I have made this whole province a better place," Livia began.

"Yeah sheriff, we finally caught this menace to law and order," added a sycophantic deputy.

"Uh huh," Gnaea whispered dismissively.

"My only regret is that I cannot process you in the city. The jails are filled with scum, no room for the queen of scum," Livia spit on the sun cracked earth. "This outpost will do."

Gnaea's lips turned into a sly smile. She consciously contorted her face to appear like a beaten woman.

"My nemesis, here in my hands," Livia leaned close to Gnaea. The rim of her once-white hat touched Gnaea's black hat. "My only
request to the propraetor will be to be the one that hangs you before the populace you tormented."

"I am sure the magistrate is too much of a weak bitch to do it himself anyway," Gnaea countered.

Livia met the bandit's defiance with a slap that nearly knocked off her hat. "Silence, scum. How dare a lowlife dog like you speak with such disrespect of a servant of the state?!"

Gnaea did not speak for the remainder of their journey to the desolate outpost. Her focus was on hiding her excitement from her face and keeping victory from gleaming in her viper-like green eyes.


Cornelius wore his inexperience in every gesture. Sheriff Livia did not bother dismounting to greet her subordinate. She delivered his orders, put Gnaea in her jail cell and rode into the night like a fearless goddess of law.

The outpost was minimalistic by virtue of its place in the middle of the great wide nothingness. A sheet metal shack built around the iron bars of Gnaea's cell. All illuminated by an oil lantern on Cornelius' desk.

The lantern light danced on the young deputy's strong-jawed face. The light did not find a wrinkle on his cheeks or forehead. There was not a hint of dull cynicism in his idealistic blue eyes. Strands of honey brown hair dangled onto his forehead from his pristine white hat. His strong shoulders kept his duster square on his back. While a tapered waist and well built limbs. The belt that secured the revolver was ill-fitting and his weapon was as untested as himself.

Gnaea sat on the bench in her cage. Her duster was folded under her rear as a makeshift cushion. Her hat rested next to her. She had her fingers interlocked just under her messy ponytail. The bandit was reclining against the wall. Her face told all. She was as unimpressed with her guard as a lethal rattlesnake is disdainful of the freshly hatched milk snake.

Her mouth curled into a predatory smile. She stood and Cornelius flinched, nearly falling out of his rickety chair in excitement.

"Come here deputy," her tone from someone accustomed to being obeyed.

The trend continued as Cornelius stood and approached Gnaea. He was a few footsteps away before he swallowed with the realization that she was the prisoner and he was the law.

"Yes Missus Gnaea," he answered.

"No need for such formality," she was gesturing with her hands. "Besides it makes me feel old, at most I could be your older sister.

So what is your name, my handsome deputy?" her tone had the proper amount of flirtatious venom to slip conscious notice.

"Cornelius," he answered. He took an unconscious step toward Gnaea.

"You come from a famous House," Gnaea made herself sound impressed. "Such dedication to our illustrious Republic."

Cornelius smiled with the innocence of his youth. Gnaea mirrored his expression. "Thank you, Gnaea. Service to the state is a proud tradition in my House."

"Indeed, and I am certain you serve faithfully," Gnaea panned her eyes over the shack. "It must be a waste to have you in this place."

"It had been. I think they are pushing me aside so I do not embarrass House Cornelia," he spoke mournfully. His stirrups clanked when he took another step. Gnaea's ear distinctly heard the jail's keys also announce themselves. "Really I am not a very good deputy. I fell off my horse on a routine patrol some months ago. I think I’m an embarrassment to my family," he hung his head.

Gnaea extended her hand between the bars. She caressed his smooth, olive tan cheek with the back of her fingers. "Not at all! When I look at you, Cornelius with your square shoulders and bright eyes. I see the Form of the lawman manifested. They pick on you due to your age or perhaps because the ladies look at you instead of their geriatric asses."

"Thank you, Gnaea. You are the only one to say anything nice to me in some time," he said before his eyes shot open upon noticing how close he was to the bandit. He stepped far enough that her hand hung in the air. "I was not supposed to speak to you. The Sheriff."

Gnaea interrupted him. "Sheriff Livia is a heifer's infected cunt," Gnaea returned. "She does not understand you. I too am not understood by people."

"I was told you were a blackhearted murdering villain. The newspapers said as much," Cornelius prepared to take another step backward.

Gnaea interrupted once more. "Have I been a blackhearted villain to you?"

"No you have been nice, but."

"They just exaggerate me to sell newspapers," Gnaea pulled her empty gun belt off her pants and tossed it at Cornelius' feet. Her pants fell slightly to reveal a thin strip of her lean abdominals. Cornelius noticed and Gnaea’s rattlesnake stare followed the young deputy's gaze. "My belt is as empty as my heart is wounded by your lack of faith."

"You are right, I am sorry Gnaea," he answered and stepped closer to the bars keeping him safe from the wily Gnaea.

"I understand. Really you are a sweet soul Cornelius," Gnaea batted her eyelashes in her best imitation of an infatuated schoolgirl. Cornelius smiled sheepishly, unsure of what he was supposed to do. "If only the gods had been kind to me and I had met you in my youth. Before this world had made me old and jaded."

Cornelius was a hair's breadth from the iron bars. "My apologies, Gnaea I did not intend to bring such bleak thoughts to your mind," he said with the formality typical for a nobleman.

Gnaea reached through the bars. Her movements slow and purposeful, once more she caressed his cheek. Cornelius returned the touch. Gnaea could have taken his unfired revolver with her free hand.

Instead she stared into his eyes. Her gray gaze was unblinking; she was a predator wordlessly informing her prey that it was in her clutches.

"Open the door," Gnaea's words left her lips as the most natural phrase she had ever spoken.

Cornelius was as helpless as a field mouse pumped full of a rattlesnake's venom. He fumbled for the keys and once more unleashed the terror upon the province.

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"The table looks sturdier," Gnaea said, she hung her arms on his shoulders and guided him backward until he was sitting at the edge of his desk.

"Gnaea, I do not think," Cornelius was cut short by Gnaea's sly finger on his lips.

"Do not think anymore my sweet boy," Gnaea said and began undoing the snap buttons of his shirt.

She unleashed his vigorous, well tanned chest and set to kiss down his neck. Her kiss followed the path of his arteries until they vanished into his musculature. Cornelius reached for Gnaea's stained shirt and in one motion undid her buttons. The bandit's humble breasts were in a plain bralette.

Gnaea pushed Cornelius to lay down on the desk before he could pull the underwear off her bosom.

"I am going to enjoy all this man first," her voice was dyed in lascivious venom. Cornelius nodded in acceptance.

She helped him out of his duster, tossed his opened shirt aside. Her predatory eyes admired his then bare torso. Cornelius' body was built like a champion athlete rather than a deputy purposefully forgotten in the wasteland.

Gnaea's hand brushed his gun belt and she felt Cornelius sculpted abdominals tense under her skin. She returned her hand to his cheek and holding his face tightly, the bandit kissed the lawman. Her tongue invaded his mouth like her charms had invaded his good sense. Cornelius liberated her bosom, his hands gently squeezed her breasts as typical for inexperienced men. Gnaea moaned softly and released the boy's lips.

"Your hands are too big and strong for my little titties," she whispered in his ear.

"My apologies," he released her bosom. His eagerness did not allow his hands to be still. Cornelius undid Gnaea's trousers and brought them low enough to reveal the upper limit of her honey brown pubes.
His hand disappeared behind her panties. Restless fingers found that Gnaea was well lubricated.

"My snatch can handle something big and strong," Gnaea said. "Have something for me?"

Cornelius merely swallowed nervously at the directness of Gnaea before obediently nodding. She slid off him and stripped down to her well-traveled boots. She had a figure shaped like a small pear. Her torso and arms were cut lean and straight from a lifetime of gunfights and galloping. While her legs and butt had benefited from gripping the saddle and were larger than average while remaining muscular. Her pubic hair had been recently trimmed with a hunting knife with an eye to hygiene not aesthetics.

The eager Cornelius jumped off the desk and pulled his clothes off as if he had suddenly been set on fire. His body was as hairless as a masterwork sculpture. His physique had not been built by patrolling on horseback and wrestling outlaws to the floor of dingy saloons. Instead his balanced musculature was the work of a man posted in the middle of the expansive nowhere with plenty of free time to exercise. Cornelius' strapping torso tapered to a lean waist and his powerful limbs were more suited to wielding a two handed war club in an ancient battlefield than a revolver in the badlands.

"You are so beautiful," Cornelius said and his body agreed. His manhood was already fully erect, his tip shiny with his lubrication.

"You're a fine cut of man," Gnaea responded. She pressed a finger against his chest and with a nudge, sat the strong man on the desk. "A Cornelii nobleman knows that ladies get the first taste," her tone was loaded with sexuality.

Gnaea crouched down before Cornelius. Her gray eyes darted to the deputy's gun belt hanging on the chair before focusing on Cornelius' manhood. She stroked him with a firm grip to spread his lubricant and feel the size of his organ.

"Your cock is as big and strong as your body," she commented.

"Not much to do in these secluded posts but exercise," Cornelius clinched his fingers against the wood of the table in response to Gnaea's stroking. The veins in his forearms thickened from the effort.

"I can't imagine you get much exercise for this fine cock," Gnaea said teasingly.

"Well no," Cornelius sounded embarrassed.

Gnaea attempted to smile lasciviously, instead she showed him a predatory grin. "We have all night to catch up."

She licked the tip, slid her tongue down one side of his shaft, returned to his tip then slid down the other. Gnaea opened her thin lips to demonstrate the skill of her tongue. Gnaea's tongue was a manic hummingbird moving from one flower to another. So her tongue moved over Cornelius' already throbbing cock while she sucked.

The overpowered deputy nearly fell backward from the rush of pleasure. His leg shook like an excited puppy. He steadied himself against Gnaea's assault.

"Ancestors preserve me," Cornelius moaned.

Gnaea accelerated. She had a hand on each of Cornelius' well built thighs for stability. Her hair floated around her face while she pistoned. Her mouth was tight around Cornelius' meat. The deputy was throbbing in her wet embrace. Lantern-lit beads of sweat slid down the contours of his abdominals.

"I cannot," his teeth were clenched with effort. Cornelius was holding back the dam of his essence from breaking.

Gnaea used one hand to caress his scrotum. Her fingertips gently massaged his balls while her mouth and tongue determined to break his manhood.

"Infernal gods!" Cornelius fell backward.

His bulk was spread over the desk. Once his broad back touched the wood, he unloaded thick ropes of cum into Gnaea's unprepared throat. She choked, coughed but remained latched on. Like a vampire bat draining the mouse fully, Gnaea greedily slurped Cornelius' seed.

She rose to her feet, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stared down the supine lawman gasping for air.

"Not done are we?" she teased. Her hand was wrapped around his semi-hard organ. The warmth of her fingers and Cornelius' youthful blood were a revitalizing combination.

"Not at all," he shook the orgasm out of his head and sat up. "Merely needed to catch my breath."

Cornelius stood over Gnaea. She shivered involuntarily before the strength on display due to his nudity. He could easily grab her by her thin neck and toss her into her cell.

Gray eyed Gnaea had dug her talons deep in the man. The bandit owl had convinced the lawful mouse to open her cage with the help of the sensuous deities of love.

Cornelius' reached around Gnaea and grabbed handfuls of her generous, muscular butt. He tasted the salt of her sweat on her neck.

"Give me that cock," Gnaea's words were near to a command.

"I will," he lifted her off the ground like a bundle of feathers and spun to sit her on the desk.

Cornelius pushed her onto her back and spread her ample thighs. Her waiting cunt was slick with lubrication and hot with desire. Cornelius lined his rehardened cock to her pink entrance. His first push was slow enough that her tightness had an opportunity to adjust to his girth. That was her one opportunity.
The young man dug his fingers into her thighs and began a barrage of thrusts into her tight pussy. He was a lust-mad beast hammering into her without a care. Gnaea’s small frame slid back and forth under his strength, she was a plaything to his cock.

“Gnaea, you’re so good. It’s been so long, I need it,” Cornelius said.

Gnaea was gritting her teeth, she was unsure if she was experiencing pain, pleasure or a new synthesis of both. “Yes, Cornelius. Give it to me, I am yours baby,” she managed to say.

“You mean it?” he said between animalistic grunts. His youth and fitness granted him near-superhuman endurance and strength.

The bandit bit her finger to prevent from moaning too loudly. "Infernal gods," she whispered between her teeth.

Gnaea felt satisfying fullness as Cornelius defied biology to maintain his deep, fast thrusting. She had escaped her cell to trap the deputy in the enchantment of her wet cunt. She had become his cock-sleeve, and he intended to use her until she broke.

"This is just what you needed," Cornelius told her.

"Yes I needed your thick cock to stretch my little hole," Gnaea returned.

"I adore how hairy you are," he said like a lustful wild boar. "Patrician women insist on waxing. Yet you are so natural and your smell is the full bouquet of a woman."

"And I love that thick meat of yours," Gnaea said before moaning. "You can fuck this hairy pussy whenever your cock needs exercise."

Gnaea had relaxed around Cornelius’ diamond hard cock. Her body spoke to him and demanded his full power. He was pushing himself to the base of this thick meat. Gnaea moaned louder than howling wolves. Her roughly treated pussy quivered around the energetic young man.

"Gods, I'm cumming," she grabbed the edge of the table and squeezed the wood to ease the intensity in her body and mind.

"Me too," Cornelius' powerful body was past its peak of energy. Gnaea was nearing her liberty as they both neared climax.

"Fill up that hairy cunt you love so much, show me how much you love it," Gnaea shouted as consciousness skimmed the height of orgasm.

Cornelius switched his grip from her thighs to her waist. He slid her back over the table and onto his cock. Her pussy was full with his meat. She orgasmed, convulsing around him as she moaned and arched her back.

He blasted into her hairy hole. Gnaea's womb drank his seed like a parched traveler drinks an entire water jug. Cornelius held her ankles, his iron grip made shackles seem like paper bands. He thrust into her depths and pumped what remained of his essence. Gnaea's orgasmic moans echoed into the empty night.
His body was empty but he remained hard like tempered steel.

"Still standing?" Gnaea could not hide her surprise. Her cunning was dulled by the recent climax.

"Flip over," his breathing was labored. It was mainly the primal instinct to breed a beautiful and fertile woman that kept him standing.

Gnaea obeyed, she had surrendered to Cornelius’ lust. With her snakeskin cowboy boots on the ground, she bent over the desk. She reached back and spanked one plump cheek.

"You have the ass of a nymphe," Cornelius said like a man hypnotized.

"I can feel your cum dripping out of me. Stick that cock back inside me," she commanded.

“I have another idea,” he said while rubbing his broad cockhead over her taut asshole.

“Wait, no,” Gnaea complained.

“No? I think such a tough bandit can handle it,” he teasingly pushed against her chocolate star as if he were knocking on a door.

“You’re not as dull as Livia said,” Gnaea told him.

“I hate Livia and she hates me. Her family of upstart plebs tried to marry her to me. I convinced my father to turn down their bribes, but through the cruelty of Fate I ended up under that wild sow’s command.”

Gnaea’s wily mind was at work. She took a deep breath and exhaled. “Seize the day!” she shouted to herself
as she pushed herself back onto Cornelius iron-hard cock.

Her ass stretched around him. Gnaea moaned in agony and she had half his length inside her rear. “You crazy she-wolf,” Cornelius’ jaw tightened from the pressure around his cock.

“I’m taking you with me, rebuilding my gang with a patrician milkboy!” Gnaea declared as she continued to push her snug ass onto Cornelius’ impaling cock.

Cornelius was not gentle or slow and Gnaea was eager for his cock. He grabbed her hips and slammed into her like a sledgehammer. She screamed in complaint, strands of her straight hair stuck to her sweaty face.
Cornelius thrust deep as if trying to reach some deep secret. Gnaea felt her rectal sleeve delighted by the friction. Her lover's thrusts were as fast as a firing Gatling gun. She felt one sensation overlap the other. Her body shook as Cornelius took her asshole.

"You have the cock of a satyr," she yelled.

“And you have the ass of a whore,” Cornelius replied. “I’m going to keep it gaped with this fat cock.”

“Yes I will be your cum dump in the badlands,” then she grunted as a seismic wave of pleasure rumbled through her nerves. “Fuck, my ass was not ready for this much cock.”

Cornelius was a man possessed by Lust itself. He put every iota of power in his body behind each thrust. He was angrily trying to extract whatever remained inside him and she enjoyed it to the end.

"Gods," he whispered.

Gnaea felt the telltale throbs. He released the final measures of bodily strength and masculine essence. His
muscular body fell over her back like a mattress filled with rocks. Seemingly trapped under the deputy, she was free.

Wily Gnaea smiled victoriously and began sliding from under Cornelius. His cock managed to pump another rope of cum into her ass before it was free of her anal grip. Gnaea’s legs were shaking and she steadied herself with whatever she could reach. Her rattlesnake yellow eyes looked at the young man in the
inescapable grip of exhaustion.

“Get up, disappointment from the House of Cornelia. You may have failed as a lawman by letting out the terror of the badlands, but I can make a bandit out of you," she kicked his muscular thigh.

Cornelius’s powerful body stirred. “Ugh, so tired.”

“My holes were too much for you?” she was smiling when she kicked him again. A trickle of warm cum was moving down her thigh. “Sure can cum a lot though, must be those big patrician balls, always telling everyone else in the Republic what to do.”

“Yes, I’m going,” he said weakly.

Gnaea dressed herself and Cornelius followed soon after. The young man’s eyes were glued to her body as she dressed. Gnaea smiled approvingly at his devotion.

“Good already worshiping me like the untamable bandit queen of the plains. You will make a good partner,” she tapped his cheek. Her free hand took his revolver. “I will take this, you handle the horse. We hit up the next town and recruit some lowlives .”

“So long as you’re mine, that’s all I care about,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Of course,” she answered.

The two abandoned the shack and walked into the adventures that awaited them beyond the sunrise.

Fin.

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