Date: Fri, 16 Feb 2007 13:01:02 -0500 From: Danni Girl Subject: Lesbieth's Revenge As you can imagine since this story takes place in the 1890's it is obviously fiction. However if lesbian sex offends you than by all means stop reading. I would like to extend a special thanks to my Husband who is the cowboy and the firearms aficionado. "Mister, I am only going to tell you one more time, let go of that woman's arm or you will most certainly regret the consequences!" Lesbieth pulled her duster back behind her and buttoned the strap that held it together. This exposed the matched pair of nickel-plated Colt Peacemakers. The gunbelt sat atop a very slim waist and a pair of long slender well muscled legs fit into a pair of tight calfskin leather riding breaches and below a large set of perfectly shaped firm breasts fit inside a fairly tight white silk blouse. The black haired scruffy bearded man turned and stepped away from the young sexy blond haired woman he had been harassing in the street, the second he saw the sun glint blindingly off of the shiny guns. "I reckon them guns are gonna be mine in a second or two, cause' I'm a fixin' to take `em off a y'ur corpse!" The dirty fat man said, addressing Lesbieth. Lesbieth flipped the flaming red hair from her face as she and the man faced off. "Mister I don't know who you are and I don't care, so please don't make me have to kill you, I highly recommend you just walk away, right now!" The man laughed as he thumbed the hammer strap off of his Smith and Wesson Schofield Cavalry revolver. He held his hand out to the side and flexed his fingers as he said, "I don't back down from no one `specially not no skirt! Draw BITCH!" As if by magic and before Lesbieth had time to even think about what was happening, twenty years of training and practice caused both Colts to clear leather like lightening and the five-inch barrels barked as two .45 caliber 300 grain custom made hollow pointed lead slugs punched a neat pair of near half-inch holes right through the fat man's heart. His hand was only on the butt of his revolver; he hadn't even begun to grab it before her bullets ended his long and evil criminal career. He died right there on Main Street of Beaver Gap, Nebraska. Lessie heard a boy off to the side yell out, "Did you see that, that lady just outdrew Blackie McGrew." "Damn, Lessie thought to herself, that was Blackie, and I thought he was supposed to be fast." Looking to the woman she said, "Ma'am are you alright?" As Lesbieth asked this question she flicked open the side loading gate on her Peacemaker and ejected the spent shell and pulled a fresh one from her belt dropping it into the empty chamber, first the right sidearm then the left. Always scanning the streets and crowds looking for accomplices of the man she had just shot and killed. Bad people seem to always have bad friends with lots of misplaced loyalties. "Yes, yes I am fine now thanks to you. What do people call you, if I may ask?" "My name is Lesbieth, and it was my pleasure to help you ma'am." The fact that this woman was as hot as an Arizona summer day didn't escape Lessie. The sun glistening off the sheen of perspiration on her well tanned face caused it to sparkle in an odd but very sexy way and Lessie felt her juices begin to flow inside her calf-skin pants as she went on to ask the woman where she could go to freshen up. "Well Ms. Lesbieth you are in luck. I own the barber shop and bath and for you today anything you want is on the house honey." Thank you much and I accept, but only if you call me Lessie." Lesbieth peeled the skin-tight black Italian calf-skin breaches down her long legs and unbuttoned the matching hand fitted silk blouse and let it fall on the pile of clothes on the floor. She wore no bra and the only underwear she wore was a tiny triangle shaped silk panty that a Chinese woman had made for her. It only had two tiny straps holding it up. But it was also the most comfortable thing in the world to wear when you are in the saddle for several hours a day! She slipped her naked body into the steaming hot water in the big cast iron tub, her tired muscles instantly relaxed. One of her Colt's on a side table and close at hand. The woman she had helped earlier stepped through the doorway and brought some towels along with her. "By the way sweetie, what is your name?" Even as the question left her lips a dream of a young woman walked through the door carrying the shaving gear Lessie had asked for. "I am Natasha and this is my business partner Irena." Lessie felt her pussy moisten when she gazed into the gleaming ice blue eyes of Irena. "Why do you need shaving gear ma'am Irena asked?" "For my womanhood," Lessie answered as she stood and sat on the edge of the tub, bathwater dripping from her big hard nipples as she spread her legs displaying her shaved pussy to the two young girls. Warm bathwater mixed with her own juices dripped from it as she listened to their thick Russian accents. "Irena do as the lady asks and shave her womanhood for her, Natasha instructed the young beautiful girl." Irena stripped naked and stepped into the water kneeling between Lessie's wide spread legs and using the brush lathered up her pussy mound and expertly whisked away every last hair around her pussy and asshole. Lessie's large lips were puffed out in excitement from the girls sensual touch. "Don't stop there girl, Lessie said, I shave everything." Irena went on to shave the sexy strangers legs and armpits as well. Lessie slipped back into the water as Irena stepped out, water sexily dripping from her nipples, and asked, "Do you have a private room I could use for a nap before dinner, Natasha?" "Actually no but you can use my bed since I insist you stay for dinner." "Thank you Natasha and I would be delighted." As she spoke she stood and Natasha rushed over and began drying her long lean muscular body off. Her firm breasts were about the size of halved cantaloupes and her nipples the size of wine grapes. She stood 5'11" tall and came in at just under 130 pounds. Natasha found herself admiring this strangers exotic and mysterious look. She noticed Irena fanning over the stranger as well. When dry, Natasha offered Lesbieth a robe but she said no thanks and strode naked following Natasha to where the bed was. Still naked Irena was just finishing straightening out the fresh bedding. Lessie and Natasha stood at the door admiring her as she worked. The temperature was still over eighty degrees so Lessie just lay on top of the covers still naked and quickly fell asleep as Natasha and Irena left her to her nap. As Lesbieth lie there sleeping her dreams took her back to her sad childhood and her first love. She was thirteen and in a Chicago finishing school for girls. Her Father had been a wealthy French building architect and had designed many of the larger buildings in Paris and Montreal. Her Father had married a native Inuit (Known to most as Eskimos) while living in Canada and had been shunned from society for cross breeding. It was really never a problem for Lesbieth until they moved to Chicago after her mother died from a severe fever. Late one evening when Lessie was still fairly young her Father was murdered by a street hustler over twenty seven dollars and a package that he refused to give him. He gave the robber the money but insisted he was not giving up the package as it was a gift for his daughter. Lesbieth had been watching from her window as she did every night when waiting for her father to come home. The robber hit her father in the head with a piece of pipe and took the package from him containing the gift. Then turned to her Father and hit him several more times on his head and upper body with the pipe and kicked him a few times as well. Lesbieth screamed out of the window for the man to stop and when he looked up and saw her, his face was perfectly illuminated by a street lamp. His face was burned into Lessie's mind like a photograph. The picture of his face with its long scar running from his right ear to his chin still haunted her dreams today, nearly twenty years later. Running downstairs she found that the man had dropped the package containing her gift when he ran away. As Lessie hugged her dead Father she vowed she would never stop looking for the man who killed her Father as long as she still had a single breath left in her. The police had determined from Lessie's description that the man was a well known robber named Walter Spivey. That is a name she would remember for all of her life. In his Last will and testament Lesbieth's Father's had pre-arranged that she be placed in Chicago's Northern School for Maturing Ladies. As a young girl in Canada her mother and Father had taken her out to watch and participate in many of the native Inuit traditions such as polar bear and buffalo hunting. Lessie had learned to use firearms and how to ride horses and how to live off of the land. Though she had not done many of these activities since moving to Chicago a year ago these were still fresh memories in her mind. After the funeral the lawyers office that was handling her Fathers financial affairs told her to go home and pack her bags and someone from the school would pick her up in the morning and take her to the live in school. Lessie's mind was set on what she needed to do and as soon as she got home she went upstairs to the attic and retrieved the tool box her Father kept there and went to work adding a four-inch deep secret compartment to the bottom of her large leather clad wooden trunk. She dragged the trunk down stairs and went to her Fathers gun cabinet and pulled the matched pair of nickel plated Colt Peacemakers from the drawer inside the cabinet and placed them in the hidden compartment in the trunk. Then she pulled down the big Sharps .45-110 buffalo rifle and using a screwdriver from the tool box she carefully removed the walnut butt stock from the barreled action and also removed the vernier type tang sight and placed all three parts in the velvet lined spaced in the hidden compartment along with the bullet moulds and reloading tools. Then she carefully placed the fake bottom in place and packed her clothes and the still unopened package from her Father on top. She vowed to never open the package until her Fathers killer was dead. At 9:00 AM a carriage arrived from the school and picked up Lesbieth and her abnormally heavy trunk and took them to the school. Her Father had arranged ahead of time for her to have a large private room. In fact it was the same size room as the live in teachers enjoyed. But hers had something even theirs didn't have. It had its own private water closet and bathtub with cold running water and a wood stove to heat hot bath water. Lesbieth almost immediately fell in love with one of her teachers named Karen. Karen was a spinster and at 43 had never been married but was a stunning specimen of womanhood. Lessie had invited Karen to use her bathtub and on many occasions they bathed together scrubbing and washing eachothers bodies. It was all very platonic until one day Karen was washing Lessie's womanhood and didn't stop. It started feeling really good to Lessie and Karen kept doing it until Lessie experienced her first orgasm. After that they went over to the big bed and Karen taught Lesbieth the finer points of making love to a woman. Lessie and Karen were lovers for over two years until the time when Karen fell in love with the owner of one of the large meat packing plants and he asked for her hand in marriage. Lessie was saddened of course but understood and they had a very deep and meaningful goodbye lovemaking session before Karen moved in with her new husband. Lesbieth attended the wedding and could tell that Karen and Grant were in fact deeply and sincerely in love. She was happy for Karen. Karen continued on as a substitute teacher at the school and they enjoyed many a sexual afternoon together while Grant worked. On her twenty first birthday Karen and Lesbieth had their final moment together. Her father's money was now available and Lesbieth had hired the Pinkerton Detective Agency to track down Walter Spivey. The whole time Lesbieth and Karen were together Karen would take her on picnics out to the country. What these trips really were, were opportunities for Lessie to bring out her fathers guns and practice with them. She had purchased several books on the subject of fast drawing and speed shooting techniques. She had memorized, practiced and mastered these principles. For over ten years now she had tracked the murderous Walter Spivey with the help of Pinkerton and now she was here in Beaver Gap where Walter Spivey had last been seen. Lesbieth's hand tightened around the grip of the Colt under her pillow when she detected a presence in the room. Peeking through a slit in her eye she saw Natasha and Irena standing there watching her sleep. Natasha was now as naked as Irena. She loosened her grip on the Colt and rolled over opening her arms inviting the two sexy women to slip in on either side of her. Their warm bodies reminded her of her many other female lovers over the years. Lesbieth had traveled extensively over the last ten years two years in Italy refining her shooting even more. She spent a year in Kenya, Africa hunting, perfecting her stalking techniques. Another three years each in Japan and China mastering her body and different forms of self-defense principles called Martial Arts. She studied the text of Sun Tzu entitled "The Art of War" in China and learned the use of improvised weapons from the Ronin Samurai and Ninja in the mountains of Japan. But the last couple of years were spent living with the American Indians learning to get in touch with her inner-self and the spirits around her. When Natasha and Irena's hands found Lessie's pussy and nipples though she was jolted back to reality instantly. Natasha was between her long sexy legs making a full three-course meal of her pussy, while Irena was licking and sucking on her nipples. Lessie pulled Irena's small body around until her legs were straddling her head and her young hairless pussy was hovering over her mouth. She pulled the girl down and her mouth tasted the sweetest pussy it had ever eaten. It was absolutely divine. It was sweet like the sweetest honey sucked from the honeycomb dug out of a lightening struck hollowed out old oak tree. She dug her tongue deeply into the sexy teenagers virginal folds. Her pussy was dripping with its sweet nectar, which she sucked up and swallowed just as fast as the young woman's cunt could produce it. Lessie felt the young woman's tongue once again enter her own sweet shaved slit even as her own very talented tongue brought the girl to her first small orgasm. Natasha knelt behind Irena and Lessie saw her begin to lick her friend's tight little asshole. Every now and then Natasha and Lessie's lips met and they shared a passionate kiss before returning to their lips to the orifice it had been pleasuring. With this double assault on Irena's holes it didn't take the two women long to get her to the edge. When Natasha climaxed she sprayed both Lessie and Natasha's faces with copious amounts of her love fluid. Lessie rolled off to the side and fingered her clit to one more orgasm as she watched the two young women make long sweet love to eachother. As the three lovely naked women lay there sleeping peacefully in Natasha's bed Lesbieth's acute and aware senses picked up a noise louder than the soft even breathing of the two women. She gripped the Colt .45 that was under her pillow once again and sprung from the bed. A large man was just coming in the second floor window. Natasha and Irena sat up quickly and clutched the blanket around them covering their nakedness. The man turned silhouetted by the moonlight pouring in through the window behind him. He was confronted by a nude woman at least half a head taller than himself pointing a shiny Colt pistol at him. His silhouette allowed Lessie to see the rather large Bowie knife that was clutched tightly in his right paw. "You the bitch what killt' my brother?" "I don't know, Lessie answered, I killed Blackie McGrew yesterday, was he your brother?" "So you are the bitch. Bitch I'm Jake McGrew and I'ma gonna carve you up like a Christmas ham!" Lessie uncocked the pistol. She really didn't want to kill another man. Especially one who was obviously drunk and grieving. Like lightening Lessie snapped a forward kick to the underside of Jakes wrist. She heard the sickening sound of breaking bone as the knife flew up and stuck into the ceiling. Then she spun around and sent a powerful sidekick out and caught Jake square in the chest sending him stumbling backwards towards the window. He stumbled and fell out the window and over the porch banister. They all three heard a splash and then a crashing sound. Lessie walked over and looked out the window in time to see someone helping Jake out of a crashed to pieces watering trough down on the street. Lessie closed the shutters and drapes and slipped back into bed. "Well, now that we are awake and I know I am not falling back to sleep anytime soon after that I can think of something we could do!" The next morning the young and lovely Natasha assisted Lesbieth with slipping into her skintight Italian leather outfit. Lessie was strapping on her guns when Irena entered and handed her her hotel room key. "Thank you for reserving my room Irena." "You are welcome honey and the clerk said that your bags and trunk arrived on last nights stage and has been delivered to your room. Oh and there was a message at the desk for you. Irena said as she handed the communiqu� to Lessie." Lessie read the message and then thanked each of the sexy women with an embrace and a lingering kiss, her hands roaming their nubile bodies and then gracefully slipped out the door. At the hotel she checked into her room and as she entered Agent Amanda Richards was waiting for Lesbieth. She was draped sexily on the silk covered chaise lounge. She was dressed in a red silk bustier that pressed her breasts up nicely showing off lots of cleavage and also left her big fat hard nipples exposed to Lessie's view not to mention her tongue. As the door closed behind Lessie she turned and turned the key that was in the lock ensuring they wouldn't be disturbed. It only took a few seconds for Lessie to get herself and Agent Richards naked and in the tub then on the bed making love. Lessie had seduced her the first time they had a private meeting away from the Pinkerton office. Lesbieth was at a very nice hotel and had just drawn a nice hot bath when Amanda knocked on the door. Lessie answered the door in a very wet robe and quickly invited Agent Richards in. As soon as the door was closed Lessie dropped the robe and walked across the room naked and slid back into the huge tub. "When was the last time you had a hot bath Agent Richards?" "Uh, Amanda, Please call me Amanda? I can't remember when the last time was." Lessie stood and again stepped out of the tub. She motioned Amanda over and began removing her clothes. Amanda didn't protest as Lessie pulled off her bloomers and stockings. Lessie was surprised to see that the young Pinkerton agent's pussy was shaved just as bare as hers was. Lessie directed the sexy naked woman into the bathtub and picked up a washcloth and began bathing the very Special Agent before climbing back into the tub with her. "Now don't you think this is a nice way to get clean sweetie, Lessie cooed as she continued to scrub the detective in all the right places." "Why yes of course it is. I never like to bath alone when I have the opportunity to bath with a creature of such beauty and grace." Now clean and fresh and on the bed Lesbieth moved over Amanda's sexy body and devoured her hard thick nipples as her hand found its way in between her legs. A smoothly shaved pussy with a hard clit and a wet slimy center met her there. Lessie's tongue made sweet love to Agent Richard's juicy pussy. It wasn't long before Amanda groaned out in ecstasy and returned the favor to Lessie sliding her long flexible tongue all over Lessie's sexy body. Then Lessie got out the Jade Phallus shaped penetration device given to her by one of her trainers and lovers in Japan. She slid the smooth shiny stone into her mouth getting it nice and wet before slipping it into Amanda's slippery tunnel. Lessie worked the device expertly while continuing to suck the sexy Agent's clit. It didn't take to long for Lessie to give the woman an amazing orgasm. As they lay there on the bed a thin sheen of perspiration covering them sensually cooled by the evening air drifting in through the open window, Agent Richards spoke, "We know where he is. We found Walter. He robbed a bank in Lincoln and took a woman hostage with him as he escaped. The posse lost him a few miles out of town. I had two Agents who hired an Indian tracker that found the trail. Here are directions they wired me of his location. The agent in charge is Brad Lake and his partner is Jace Nadeen. They will meet you on the Western ridge above the cabin. We have Walter and his three men under surveillance as we speak. We opted not to inform the Sherriff in Lincoln just thinking you might want first crack at him." Lessie handed Amanda the Jade Phallus, "Pleasure me good and hard with this because tomorrow may be the last time you ever see me!" Lesbieth unpacked the Sharps rifle and with a fresh can of the new smokeless gunpowder invented and imported from France carefully loaded twenty 535-grain hard cast lead slugs into the .45-110 brass shells. She reassembled the rifle and installed the Vernier sight on the tang and once at the livery stable slid it into the scabbard on her saddler opposite the Model '73 Winchester .45 Colt rifle. Hidden in the stall behind her horse Lacy she passionately kissed Amanda goodbye, then mounted Lacy and rode off towards Lincoln. She had a two-day ride ahead of her and settled comfortably into Lacy's rhythm. She rode into a small stagecoach way station and was given a room for the night and by sundown the next day she was in Lincoln. She checked into the Hotel and carried her saddle and gear up to her room and then went over to the bathhouse and freshened up. She was dressed in a flowing green, white and gold trimmed dress when she sat down at the table in the Lincoln steakhouse restaurant. When the waiter came over she handed him a silver dollar and asked him to fetch the Sherriff and the Marshall. They arrived quickly when the waiter told them about the ravishing redheaded woman requesting their presence in the restaurant. When they sat she pulled out two ten-dollar bills and asked what they wanted for dinner. After all three had ordered Lessie pulled a document from her handbag and handed it first to the County Marshall and he in turn handed it to the Sherriff. He handed it back to her as she pulled out the silver United States Marshall badge given to her by the Governor of Illinois and the federal judge from Chicago. The letter gave her permission to bring in Walter Spivey dead or alive. They told her how they had lost his trail in the grasslands and had no idea where he was. It was as if he had disappeared. I told them to call off the search and let me have a crack at him. They were more than willing and we enjoyed a nice dinner after our business was over. Lessie thought to herself that she would have to come back and visit this very handsome Sherriff once all of the nasty business was over. She kinda had a thing for older men with graying hair and he was in fine shape from what she could see. For obvious reasons Lessie slept restlessly that night. She was up, dressed in leather breaches and chaps then out on the trail by 6:00 AM. She followed the map that Agent Amanda Richards had provided her and soon was nearing the cabin Walter Spivey was hiding out in. She spotted the three men standing behind a stand of scrub oaks. "Is he still in there?" They replied that he was and in fact they had just seen him send a man out to the stream for water. I could see two men out on guard duty and a third was inside with Walter. I dismissed the Pinkerton agents and lay out my bedroll. I wasn't going to sleep on it but I was going to lie on it. She with drew the Sharps from its scabbard on her saddle and hiked up the hill. Watching the wind and the mirage she estimate the range at 900 yards and adjusted the elevator and windage knobs on the vernier sight. She knew she would be out of range of their rifles and so Lessie settled in and waited. The two outside guards stopped off to the side of the cabin. Lessie looked at them through her telescoping eyeglass, then carefully sighted them with the rifle. She pulled one of the 3-inch cartridges out of the ammo pouch and slid it into the trap door on top of the rifle. She pulled a second round out and held it in her lips. Her hands steady as a rock she pulled back the hammer, then pulled the set trigger. The set trigger had a pull of six pounds, the second firing trigger released at just one pound. The heavy 535-grain slug sailed the wind at about 1600 feet per second and hit true to aim passing through both of the guards. She quickly ejected the first round and swiped the one from her lips and dropped it into the chamber, cocking the hammer and setting the trigger all in one fluid motion born from years of practice. The front door of the cabin opened and just as quickly the third guard met his maker! Now it was down to just Lesbieth and Walter Spivey. A meeting that was over a decade in the making. Lesbieth packed up the Sharps and drew the Winchester as she mounted her stead and rode down into the valley. She called out Walter's name and announced that she was a U.S. Marshall and was there to bring him back for trial. Lessie knew he wouldn't go but had to say the words for the law and her own conscience. As Lessie dismounted her horse Walter walked out of the cabin with his hands over his head. "Walter Spivey you are wanted by the City of Chicago and State of Illinois as well as the City of Lincoln, Nebraska. I am here to see you hanged for the death of one Francois H. Lussier in Chicago, Illinois on September 12th 1892 at 6:35 pm at 1687 Westchester Street." Lessie set the rifle aside and adjusted her pistol belt as she approached Walter. You killed my father 14-years ago and I aim to see you hanged." "You ain't hangin' me Missy, Walter Spivey ain't swingin' from no gallows!" "Have it your way, Lessie said, put your gunbelt back on and we will end this right here and right now!" Walter set his rifle down and slowly strapped his gunbelt on. The Remington Navy pistols' brass grip frame shined in the morning sunlight. "You better be fast bitch `cause I got no quandary `bout shootin' no bitch like you. `Cause iffin' you was a lady you wouldn't be a wearin' no pants like that anyways!" Lessie unhooked the leather hammer thongs on her Colts. She never spoke a word; she just stood there staring him down. She could see him sweating. She saw him wipe his hand on his pants. She waited patiently until it happened. His hand stroked the butt of his Remington. She let him clear the holster then put two holes in him, one in the heart and one in the head. Lessie returned to Lincoln and went to the hotel. Amanda had had her things forwarded from Beaver Gap. She opened the trunk and removed an old brown cloth wrapped package. Lessie carefully pulled the strings and cloth away and found what her father had died protecting for her. It was a gorgeous cherry wood and gold inlaid San Francisco Music Box. She wound the key on the bottom and opened it. The ballerina popped up and the tune began. Lessie didn't recognize the tune but she knew right away it was the most beautiful music she had ever heard. She sensed a presence in the room and turned the music box in her right hand a Colt in her left. Amanda stood there, she was already naked. "Come to the bath my love, we will wash the death from you then make sweet love into the night to the sounds of that wonderful music." Lessie set down the music box and the Colt and they embraced. "We will leave this place and travel, I will take you to all the wonderful places I have seen in this world and together we will discover many new ones!" Amanda helped Lessie out of her clothes and guided her to the bathtub. True to Amanda's word it was well into the morning hours before they finally fell asleep in eachothers arms. Their first voyage left from New Orleans, destination, Paris, France. There were no more leathers and guns it was all dresses and heeled boots from now on. Okay well maybe Amanda still carried her Derringer in her garter belt holster and Lessie, well lets just say that Lessie's dress's bustle held more than just wire hoops if you get my meaning! Colonel Colt would be proud! The End