Ballad of Whippin' Willa Jade

Hey all - Part two of my femdom western here. Our arrogant train robber has been taken captive by a trio of femdom bounty hunters, so all manner of domination and humiliation will ensue. For the record, I'm pretty sure the maneuver Ella pulls to save Levi from the rockslide would be impossible, but please let me have that one - this is, after all, a sendup to fun, campy westerns. Everyone is over 18 years old, and yeah, this is just pure fantasy...but let's hope it's filthy fucking hot fantasy.

***

Levi woke with his dick still hard, his balls still sore, and the need to cum worse than ever.

Just as Ella had predicted, he hadn't slept well. The need for some sort of sexual relief was too great. And he knew it wasn't going to happen either. The Stiff Weed had held him in its clutches all night; he couldn't so much as lift a hand to scratch his nose, even if he hadn't been tied to the tree by the arms. He'd drifted off at some point, but he hadn't slept well, and anyway, the tree trunk they'd tied him to had dug into his back all night long.

He awoke to the clatter of a mess kit, and saw Christa kneeling in front of the camp fire, suspending a metal coffee pot over the flames from a spit. It was early, and the sun hadn't yet cleared the pinon pines and the granite outcroppings of the mountains all around them, but it would be hot. Levi could already tell.

As he watched, Willa appeared over the crest of the hollow where they'd camped for the night, from behind him, where he could hear Domination Creek bubbling away behind him. She caught sight of him and a ghost of a smile crossed her lips; she titled her chin and gave him an arrogant look.

"Look who's awake," she said, and made her way over to him, then stood over him, her feet on either side of his immovable legs, his face level with her crotch now. He watched as she undid the big rodeo belt buckle and dropped her jeans to her knees.

"Just got back from my morning piss down by the creek, boy," she said, then shoved herself into his face. "Why don't you lick me up?"

"Fuck, goddamn," Levi said, and turned his head, tried to raise his arms, but they were still firmly within the grip of the Stiff Weed.

Willa cackled above him, and now he *could* smell and taste the sour-salty aroma of her piss.

"You know," she said, and turned around, put her ass in his face now. "You might as well practice this. A bit of competent ass kissing might get you out of a very public ass whipping later today, I reckon."

He could smell her ass, the sweat of a day's worth of riding already, and then she reached back and spread her cheeks. Levi turned away.

"No?" She asked. "I can tell you right now, that ain't gon' cut it later today boy."

She paused then, and stepped away, looked down at his still-hard dick as she pulled her jeans back up. Levi scowled, confronted with the fact that she had a fucking amazing ass.

"If I didn't know better," she said, crossing her arms over her ample chest now, "I'd say one of two things happened. Either you enjoyed that little encounter with my ass more than I thought, or else Ella was a bad girl and used one of her plants on one of my bounties again. Care to tell me which?"

Levi spat at her feet. "Ain't got nothing to say to you."

Again, Willa raised her eyebrows and fixed him with that wide, green-eyed bemused stare he'd seen yesterday, the one he didn't want to acknowledge was hot as fuck, but still absolutely was.

"Oh really?" Willa asked. "Is that how you really do want to play this?"

"Damn straight, whore," Levi said, before he could stop himself.

Now Willa just laughed, threw her head back far enough to toss her hat to the ground behind her.

"Goddamn I love taking the fire out of men like you," she said.

She turned then, because Ella was now coming up over the ridge from Domination Creek. She was just buckling her belt, an ornate thing set with aquamarine gemstones and a large buckle.

"Ella, what plants you got these days?" Willa said. "You got any of those nettles?"

Ella giggled. "Willa...what...what are you doing to him?"

"Nothing he didn't ask for," Willa said, and now Ella was next to them both, grinning in that way of hers that seemed to say she couldn't help but grin, sorry about that.

Her eyes went from Levi's still-hard cock to Willa's now stern face.

"Willa," she said. "C'mon. He's got a tough day ahead of him --"

"I'm going to deal with you too," Willa said. "Using my bounties like this without my permission. But he needs to learn his lesson before you learn yours."

Ella didn't seem at all phased by that; she looked down, kicked the dirt, and stifled a giggle.

"Yeah, I do have some of the Flaming Nettles in my saddlebag," Ella said. "Wrapped in the red bandana. Be real careful with them though, Willa. I've had them used on me once and that was enough."

"Reckon so," Willa called over her shoulder, already moving toward Ella's horse.

Ella cast Levi a sad smile. "Should've just answered Willa's questions, boy."

Levi glared at her. "Don't you fucking dare call me that."

Ella shook her head. "Catch more flies with honey, boy."

Willa made her way back over to them now, a fistful of fiery red leaves in one hand, that hand wrapped in a bandana to keep the plants from touching her skin.

And now Levi *did* panic. Because it hadn't registered at first what they were talking about, but those were fucking Flaming Nettles. He knew them when he saw them.

Willa stood over him now, the nettles in hand, and Levi swallowed hard, naked and unable to move beneath her.

"It was the Stiff Weed," he said, words coming too fast now. "She -- El-Ella gave it to me."

"Yeah?" Willa said, and that rumor of a smile was back at the corner of her lips, barely pulling them upward. "You realize you could've told me that to begin with, right?"

"Willa, I..." Levi paused, tried to think of any reason to keep her from doing what she was about to do.

"Willa, that's going to hurt like hell," Ella said from nearby, but she was still smiling. "Especially since he's naked."

"I know," Willa said. "But you know...I think it'll help him learn. And if he's telling the truth -- and you *did* use the Stiff Weed on him -- then he's paralyzed from the neck down and won't be able to do anything except think about how he could've avoided this by telling me the truth when I asked him a question."

She bent and dragged the bushel of leaves across the inside of Levi's right thigh.

Levi screamed. He hadn't expected to feel anything because of the Stiff Weed, but Flaming Nettles were apparently stronger. The burning itch was almost instantaneous. He willed his bound arms to do something -- anything, anything at all -- to keep Willa from scraping those leaves against his skin again, but even had he not been tied to the tree, he couldn't move at all. She dragged the nettles over the same area again and Levi screamed once more; through watering eyes he could see the myriad red bumps raise on his irritated, sensitive skin almost instantaneously.

"God*damn*," Levi swore, then whimpered.

Willa was smiling above him.

"Interesting," she said. "Does it do any lasting damage?"

Ella now stood next to them, hands on her hips, doing her best not to smile.

"No, Willa, it doesn't but it's extremely fucking painful," Ella said. "I first learned about Flaming Nettles when the Lacey River Gang took me captive and used them on me when they were trying to get me to give up your whereabouts, remember? I keep them for really serious punishments."

"Yeah, well," Willa said, a slow grin spreading across her face as she dangled the bushel of leaves a few inches above the head of Levi's hard dick. "He was disrespectful to me and wouldn't answer a direct question."

"Yeah, but Willa, if you do what you're about to do, it's going to sting and burn for a very long time," Ella said, making no effort to stop Willa at all.

Willa shrugged.

She rubbed the bushel of leaves all up and down Levi's cock, his balls, beneath them, then below them. Then she wrapped the leaves around his dick and gave him a few strokes.

Levi screamed again. The burn was unlike anything he'd ever felt in his life. Every nerve in his body seemed centered on his groin, and all of those nerves were now on fucking fire. It wasn't just heat though -- it was also an itch, an insidious itch, deeper than skin, the kind of itch that seemed irritated even by the slightest breeze, the kind of thing he could spend all day trying to get at and never still reach, he was sure.

Willa stood, and glanced down at the angry, scarlet rash making its way across the entirety of Levi's dick, balls, and groin. She nodded, satisfied with her handiwork.

"I might have to do this again in the town square of Galena City," she said, over Levi's agonized groan. "Keep the performance fresh."

"Willa, it's only supposed to be for severe punishments," Ella said. "He's been pretty good so far."

"He tried to rob a fucking train, Ella," she said, and flipped the leaves end over end in her bandana-clad hand, caught them again. "He deserves it."

Ella rolled her eyes and cast a pitying smile in Levi's direction. Levi's cock was covered in livid red bumps now, and the itch-burn was in full swing.

"What if we..." Willa said, and pulled another bandana from her back pocket with her other hand, then knelt and brushed it, ever so slightly, the faintest touch possible, nothing more than the breeze blowing the fabric across the surface of Levi's burning cock.

Levi didn't think it was possible, but the pain tripled; he slammed his eyes shut and screamed.

"Willa, seriously, stop," Ella said, and when Levi had blinked the tears out of his eyes, he could see Ella had grabbed Willa's wrist. "Any friction at all -- even the slightest -- makes it way worse."

Willa smirked and stood. "Is there anything that stops the burn or cures it?"

Ella pursed her lips. "I think I already told you this."

"I don't remember if you did," Willa said.

"I mean, spit and piss," Ella said. "Both take the edge off and stop the sting and the burn. If they're applied to the area of the rash. Or...or drank."

"Hmmm," Willa said. "Well. I think we all just pissed so looks like he might have to wait a bit and sit with that rash. And then maybe he can beg us to piss on him to take the sting away later."

And with that she stalked away, greeted Christa, and slipped the Flaming Nettles back in the saddle bag on Ella's horse.

Ella knelt next to Levi, stroked his cheek.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, then kissed him.

Levi spit in her face as she pulled away.

***

The Stiff Weed wore off but the Flaming Nettles didn't. Levi remained behind Willa's horse, his wrists still bound, the rope still tied to her saddle.

Every step hurt. Every brush of his thighs against his balls -- every single fucking breeze -- deepened the burn. Twice now Willa had threated to shove the whole bushel of Flaming Nettles between his ass cheeks if he didn't keep up.

He remembered what Ella had said about any kind of friction making it worse, and he quickened his steps.

They were getting out of the Manacle Mountains proper now, following Domination Creek into the foothills. The lights of Galena City would be visible from here, had it been nighttime, Levi thought.

He was that much closer to whatever Willa was going to do to him in the town square.

His stomach turned over at the thought, and he wondered what had become of Pete and Edwin after the failed train robbery.

Willa paused the three of them just before the entrance to Handcuff Pass. It was the gateway out of the mountains, the last hurdle before the foothills and a relatively easy slope downward to Galena City and Acidalia below.

"I got a bad feeling about this," Willa told Ella and Christa. "I hate taking Handcuff Pass at all, what with the Lacey Creek Gang being what they are."

Levi breathed out and tried to focus on the women's faces instead of his screaming dick and balls just now.

After Whippin' Willa Jade had brought Galton Hanover in, the Lacey Creek Gang was the only criminal gang left that could challenge Levi, Pete and Edwin. The Lacey Creek Gang also was known for its cruelty -- Levi had had no idea they'd kidnapped Ella and interrogated her with Flaming Nettles, but he was beginning to sympathize with how she must have felt.

He kicked the feeling down as best he could, stared at the sand and sagebrush beneath his feet rather than Ella's boots in her stirrups. He could still remember how they smelled.

"It doesn't look good," Christa said. "I hate it too. But I don't think we have another choice at this point. We'd have to go all the way around to Bootstrap River and then drop out in Acidalia, then cross the plains. I don't think we have enough food and water for that."

Both Willa and Ella shook their heads.

"We don't," Willa said, and sighed.

She cast a glance over her shoulder, up at one of the massive, Gothic-looking spires of Handcuff Pass. It was very steep, Levi could see.

It made sense the Lacey Creek Gang chose this as their choke point.

"All right," Willa said. "We'll take the pass. But stay sharp. And if anyone sees anything -- and I mean fucking anything -- suspicious, let everyone else know."

Willa glanced at Ella.

"You sure you're good to go through here?" She asked.

Ella smiled, tipped her hat. "Reckon so, ma'am. Anything you ask of me, my lady."

Willa smiled. "Let's move out."

The first part of the trip through the pass went fine.

The ground sloped upward at an easy grade; the horses had no problem with it. Neither did Levi, following -- naked, his dick and balls still burning -- in nothing but his boots, tied behind Willa's horse.

Once those high mountain walls closed in around them though, the mood shifted.

They'd hit the pass in the afternoon, and because of that, the sun was behind one of the pass's peaks, which cast the whole pass into shadow. It cut down on the heat, at the very least, but it also cut down on visibility.

They heard the rockslide before they saw it, and certainly before they saw the Lacey Creek Gang standing atop those peaks, watching how their handiwork might have knocked out Whippin' Willa Jade's bounty hunting outfit 1,000 feet below.

Five men silhouetted atop massive horses, like wooden cutouts against the halo of the sun.

"Fuck," Willa called out, then spurred her horse.

Looking back, Levi honestly did think she probably did it without thinking about him. As cruel and calculating as Willa was, she couldn't have predicted a fucking rockslide from the Lacey Creek Gang.

But it still didn't mean Levi could keep up.

He tried -- he sprinted after her horse, the ropes on his wrists yanking him forward -- as the first boulders began to hit the floor of the pass in a cloud of dust and shredded tree trunks, but he couldn't keep up. There was no hope of him keeping up.

By the time Ella appeared out of the dust, Levi had given up hope, and Ella herself seemed to appear out of nowhere, keeping her horse on pace with Levi. Levi -- exhausted by then, throat worn ragged by dust and gravel -- watched as Ella pulled a massive knife from her boot, then hacked at the rope binding him to Willa's saddle. She missed, tried again, made contact, and then sawed as fast as she could through the binding.

Levi was just about out of strength by the time she hacked through. The force of it caught him off guard, and he fell behind Willa's horse.

Ella scowled.

"Fuck it," she yelled, and leaned over in her saddle, then grabbed one of his hands.

"Up," she screamed, pointing to the front of her saddle. "Up! Now!"

Levi saw what she meant -- barely, through the dust -- and by then realized there was no alternative. He pulled himself up, dove across the front of Ella's saddle, more or less draped himself over the horse's shoulders in front of her.

He tried to move his hands, but found them still bound by the rope; she hadn't cut him loose that close to his wrists.

She put one hand on his ass -- to keep him from slipping off the horse, he thought -- and then she spurred the horse and they sped up, out of the dust and out of the pass, away from the sound of the rockslide and also away from the hoofbeats of Christa and Willa's horses.

***

She slowed her horse in a small glade just off Handcuff Pass. Levi did his best to orient himself to the geography here, and realized the massive undisturbed water he caught out of the corner of his eye like a pane of glass must be Lake Artemis.

He paused, caught his breath a moment, and realized -- with a mind still racing with adrenaline -- that this could be his escape. This could be his moment, the one he'd been looking for ever since they'd caught him at the hideout yesterday.

He tried to slip off Ella's horse, ready to run as soon as his boots hit the ground, but stopped -- as much out of shock as out of pain -- when she brought one stern hand down on his bare ass very, very hard. He yelped.

"Don't you fucking dare," she whispered through gritted teeth. "I saved you."

She spanked him again. Levi felt her handprint on his ass.

"God," she whispered. "Maybe Willa is right about you. Maybe you can only learn through pain and humiliation."

Again and again and again she spanked him, and he could tell she was actually mad now. He also had never expected a hand spanking from a woman to hurt this much, but Ella's hands were calloused and hard, and she was strong.

He felt his ass grow hot and swollen as she kept raining open-hand blows down on him again and again.

Finally, she pulled her rope from her saddle, then gripped him by both wrists with a surprisingly iron grasp, and slid him off her horse. She held onto the rope in one hand and swung off her horse, then and -- keeping him deliberately off balance -- yanked him over her denim-clad knee.

He heard the leather of her belt whisper through the denim of her jeans.

"You ungrateful son-of-a-bitch," she said, and now Levi felt the leather of the belt on his ass and couldn't help but cry out at the new sting.

It bit deeper, harder, and only then did he remember that Ella's belt was an ornamental thing, studded with aquamarine gemstones. He could feel each of them now.

"Do you know what I risked to save you?" She asked, spanking him with the belt again. "I just about fell off my own fucking horse, pulling you up. I didn't have to do that."

She shifted the belt in her hands and now he felt the flat of the massive, metal buckle against his ass. In all his years on the frontier, he'd never been more sure he could feel a bruise forming in real time.

He tried to slide off her knees, and this time she let him, but kicked him down, put a boot on his now-bruised ass, and grabbed the rope binding his wrists. She had the belt in her other hand, and brought it down one final time on his butt with a resounding SMACK.

Then she hauled him up and tied him to a nearby tree.

"Ungrateful bastard," she whispered, then -- much to his surprise -- spit in his face.

She slapped him on the cheek then, hard, before she spun away, in the direction of the lake.

Levi pursed his lips.

She *had* saved him.

She wasn't lying about that. He would never have made it if she hadn't done what she'd done. And he'd spent enough time on the frontier on horseback to know it had been a very dangerous maneuver. He thought about it as he watched her saunter off to the shores of Lake Artemis and fill her canteen from the brook rushing into the still water.

It didn't keep him from trying to slip out of his restraints, but both the rope -- thick and abrasive -- and the large tree branch held strong.

Ella walked back, screwing the cap back on the canteen as she did.

She stood in front of him, still tied as he was to the tree.