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This
is a work of fiction, using characters from the film, “The
Quick and the Dead".
No insult or invasion of privacy or infringement of copyright is
intended. The story is for readers over the age of 18 only, and contains
adult language. The writer is not responsible for any
"discomfort" caused to the reader by this language and these
situations.
Cort and Ellen – THE Scene and Beyond… by
©11/2002 Ellen raced to the saloon, tormented by the memories of her past, trying to shut out the pain, to forget everything, if even for just a moment. She looked for Cort, expecting to find him chained up outside as he always was, but he was no longer sitting in front of the saloon or out in the street trying to drink in the rain as it fell. She pushed open the swing doors of the Pulquera and looked about madly, trying to find him. She pushed her way through the crowd, ignoring the come-ons from the men who stood in her way, expecting her to behave as the other women of this wretched town, eager and willing to debase themselves for a few coins. Marching up the stairs, now determined to find him, needing to lose herself in his eyes, she strode past scenes of debauchery, throwing open doors, looking for her momentary relief from the torment behind her eyes. Her salvation in a dusty preacher. Finally she heard what she had been looking for, a hard slap to the face that could only be the sound of Herod’s men tormenting Cort. “I paid for that whore, boy, and you’re gonna take her!” Ellen broke open the door, gun drawn, ready to shoot at anyone to get what she wanted. She saw the weasel-faced one punch Cort across his face as the rat-faced one kept Cort from falling to the floor from the force of it. Unthinking, she barreled into the room. “What the hell…?” Weasel Face exclaimed as he saw her, and immediately dropped to the floor like a stone when she pounded him across his face with the butt of her gun. She grabbed Cort by the front of his vest as Rat Face yelled out, “What the hell’s with you, you, that’s Mr Herod’s prisoner, Lady!” She pushed Cort physically into the next room, checking the windows and locking all the doors, barely listening to his pleading words as he tried to explain himself. But sought refuge in those eyes as she pushed him up against the wall. “I – I hope you don’t feel that I’ve sunk to some basic primal level of humanity, y’see, um, the Bible speaks of um, turning plow shears into swords, see, when faced with an insurmountable evil.” She holstered her gun and began removing her clothing, hearing him falter when she reached to pull her shirt from her trousers. “And I feel it must be God’s will that I’m here, so, I, um, I…and…I...um…” Cort felt his heart pound in his chest as he watched her pull her scarf from her neck and forced his eyes to hers even as his animal instincts dropped them back to her breasts, readily visible through her rain-soaked shirt, repeatedly. Her pleading eyes, boring into his with a desire he had felt the first time he had seen her. “Oh, God,” he whispered, saying it as a prayer for help, but receiving no answer. She stepped closer to him and he could smell the need coming from both of them in waves. He couldn’t look into her eyes, tried looking anywhere but still found himself drifting back to her breasts…It had been so long since a woman had… “Why are you doing this to me?” he asked, so softly he barely heard himself. He already knew that he would give in to this temptation, and it was tearing him apart. Her soft reply clinched it for him, because she was so right. “Because we could both be dead tomorrow,” she said simply, and pulled his handcuffed arms over her head, forcing him to hold her. There could be no turning back for him now. She brushed his wet hair from his face and he felt himself slowly lean forward and kiss her lips gently, giving into the temptation fully. She caressed his face and pulled him into the kiss, lightly at first, their lips meeting and parting, and then becoming more urgent as the final unspoken question had been answered. He dropped his hands to the back of her shirt and pulled it out from her leather pants. Now that he had chosen this path, the handcuffs were a frustrating deterrent. She was kissing him ardently now, ripping open his vest and shirt, pushing them back to expose his chest to her, pulling up her shirt to bare her breasts to him pulling him close so he could feel her skin on his, driving him wildly into a frenzied need for her, unable to do more than take what she had to give him, chained as he was. But he grabbed her ass and hefted her up onto his hips, needing her to be close to him also, letting her feel how much he wanted her. She kissed him again then pulled back and said breathlessly, “Promise me, promise me you’ll leave Herod for me.” He couldn’t answer, his mind whirling with his desire, only feeling her slowly drop down to the floor before him, kissing everywhere she could reach until she began undoing his belt and pushing his trousers to the floor. His cock stood hard against his belly, a testimony to his need. He had been able to deny himself for so long, but now that was over. He leaned his head back against the curtains and sighed sadly. He had given in. He realized he didn’t know her name. “What are you called?” he whispered hoarsely, unable to bear going further not knowing. “Ellen,” she said looking up into his eyes. “My name’s Ellen.” “Ellen,” he let the name drift off his lips as she hungrily dropped her mouth over his shaft. She sucked at his cock, drawing him into her mouth heatedly, running her tongue over his full length, then pulling his cock out to kiss and nip the tip, tasting his precum, groaning as she heard him growl above her frustratedly. She would take care of him quickly now, knowing instinctively that he needed this release to be hard and fast so that he could take her slowly after. She pumped his hard member into her mouth rapidly and felt him stiffen against the wall, suddenly shooting his cum down her throat. “Oh, God,” he wailed, as she swallowed furiously, pulling him into her throat as he spasmed against her in his harsh climax. She grabbed his shirt front again and pushed him onto the bed along the wall. Cort sat at the edge as he watched her remove the rest of her clothing, letting his hands remove his own, unbidden by his mind. His shirt and vest would have to remain on him but Ellen was already joining him there on the bed, pushing him down onto his back and kneeling over him, inching slowly upwards until his mouth could reach her sex. It was hot and wet and inviting. He pulled her hips to him, playing with her soft blonde curls gently, then tenderly stretched out his tongue and flicked it across her hard little nub nestled beneath her curls. Her moans above him spurred him on and he nuzzled between her lips, loving the soft satiny feel only a woman could have. God’s creature. God’s perfect creature made just for a man. She ground her hips into his mouth, groaning loudly as he could feel her wanting to come against his tongue. He helped by placing a finger gently into her slit and sliding it smoothly in and out of her until he finally heard her harsh cry of his name. “Cort, oh God, Cort!” She eased herself down on top of him as her breathing slowed, the chains between his hands cold against their hot skin. As she slid down further, lowering her face to his and kissing him with fervent pleasure, she ground her hips to his. Cort could feel his reawakening cock against her cunt, hard and rampant, eagerly straining towards her dripping opening. Ellen sat back against his erection and took him into her with one liquid movement. Their low groans were equal in their passionate tones. Cort grabbed her hips and eased her into a slow rhythm as she rode him as if he were a horse she were straddling. She had a horsewoman’s thighs and he stroked them appreciatively. She caressed his chest, curling the sparse hairs between her fingers and dropping her head back, seeming to revel in the heat of his cock inside of her. He did not know how long they moved together riding waves of lust, but it felt like an eternity. If he was bound for Hell, as he knew he had to be, he thanked God for this brief moment of Heaven. “Now, Cort, please…” she whispered to him. He increased their tempo regretfully, but knew he had to. His need was rising beyond his ability to control it and he bucked into her fiercely, striving to come when she did and as Ellen called out his name, he cried hers out also. She collapsed on top of him and he held her as best the chains would allow. Ellen wept softly and Cort comforted her, holding little hope of respite for himself.
THE END
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