Cathouse MAHO-Dou by Imouto Kitten

Part 2: Cosplay Night

Chapter 4: Sheriff Momoko

The room had rough, but sturdily built brick walls, the floor made of 
rough cut planks with visible saw marks and splinters, rusted heads of 
crude iron nails sticking up in places. The only sources of light in the 
room are a kerosene lamp and a sliver of moonlight shining through a 
barred window near the ceiling.

In the middle of the room, tied to a low wooden cot of only slightly 
higher quality than the floor lays a man wearing black jeans and a blood 
red button-up shirt. His unkempt appearance is that of a cowboy used to 
long stretches in the desert and seldom seeing civilization, but the 
fact that the small room is obviously a jail cell marks him not as a 
local ranchhand, but as a bandit.

Momoko enters the room, the spurs on her cowboy boots jangling and the 
floor boards squeaking with her every step. Aside from the boots, the 
blonde is naked below the waist, and above the waist, all she's wearing 
is a brown leather vest, a silver star engraved with the word Sheriff 
glinting on its breast, and matching gloves. Cinched tightly around her 
waist is a belt with a pair of gun hoisters on either hip, realistic toy 
guns settled within them. Completing the look, the blonde has a yellow 
bandanna tied around her neck and a white hat atop her head.

Placing a boot on the corner of the cot, and resting her elbow on her 
bent knee, giving the prisoner a good view of her exposed girlhood and 
her budding chest, Momoko tilts her hat back to expose her green eyes 
before speaking in her best imitation of cowboys from the westerns she 
saw while living in America, "Ya and yer gang are wanted for 
everythin' from bank and stage coach robbery, to cattle hustlin', and 
even murder. Ya'll all likely swing if convicted of even a tenth of 
what yer wanted for. Yer only likely salvation is that ya got 
the lowest bounty and the rest of yer gang is still at large. Tell me 
how to find yer gang's hideout, and I might be willing to convince the 
judge to go easy on ya. So, what will it be, ya low down, good for 
nothing, polecat?"

Wishing he could spit in her face, he replies, "I ain't betraying my 
brothers to no lawman, especially no floosy wannabe lawman from a 
two-bit town with no men gutsy enough to lay down the law!"

Indignation crossing her features, Momoko removes one of her gloves 
before slapping it accross the man's face, leaving a red mark on his 
grimey cheek as she retorts, "Ya talk awfully big for someone who was 
brought in by a 'floosy wannabe lawman', and I'll have ya know, the men 
of this town made me sheriff not because they didn't have the guts for 
the job, but because I can outfight, outgun, outride, outrun, outlasso, 
outdrink, and outlast even the roughest and toughest of men. Still, I'm 
kinda glad for yer refusal to cooperate. It's been way too long since 
I've had the chance to break a man with my feminine wiles."

Momoko notices the man's jeans tenting at her verbal assault, but 
decides against taunting him about apparently enjoying the abuse for the 
time being. She steps up on to the cot and places her boots to either 
side of the bound outlaw, her spurs digging slightly into his flesh 
through his shirt. Given her immodest attire, he has a nearly perfect 
view of her cunny as she squats down, though he winces a bit as she 
sits on his crotch in a way that bends his confined erection in an 
unnatural way.

Though his discomfort was her intention, Momoko pretends to ignore it as 
she leans forward and starts to unbutton his shirt. With his hairy chest 
exposed, she begins to run her fingers along the valleys of his tone 
frontside, the rough leather of her still gloved hand a sharp, yet 
pleasant contrast to the smooth skin of her bare hand. Despite his 
efforts to not respond to her treatment, he lets out a soft moan at her 
caresses and she can feel the bulge of his pants press more urgently 
against her exposed girlhood.

"I've barely touched ya, and yer already starting to react." says 
Momoko, continuing to explore the bandit's exposed chest and abdomen. 
Grinning widely, she taunts, "Could it be ya'v never known the pleasure 
of a woman's flesh? Would explain why yer ther only member of your gang 
none of the women folk have accused of indecency with a lady."

Scoffing, he replies, "I'll have ya know I've bedded as many women as 
any of my brothers. I'm just enough of a gentleman to properly woo a 
girl instead of tearing her dress and roughly fucking her until her 
tears make her make-up run, but even if I disagree with how they treat 
women, I still ain't betraying my brothers."

Slapping a thigh and laughing uproarously, Momoko replies, "A 
gentleman!? That's rich coming from a low life like ya!" Calming down 
some, she continues, "But if yer as experienced as ya claim, you should 
have no trouble satisfying me

Moving her hands lower, Momoko unfastens his pants and pulls down the 
front of his boxers to allow his member to spring up as Momoko exclaims, 
"Looks like ya were packing more heat in yer pants than in both six 
shooters!" and indeed, the man is quite well endowed. As she wraps both 
hands around his girth, one near the base, the other near the tip, there 
is still plenty of exposed meat, and even gripping hard enough to make 
him wince, she can't touch thumb to forefinger. Starting to stroke him, 
she comments, "One look at this weapon of yers would send most men and 
women running for the hills, and most of the ones it wouldn't send 
running would be tackling ya to the ground to get at it." Feeling her 
pussy growing wet, she adds, "But even a weapon this impressive is 
useless if ya don't know how to use it."

Rising to a position halfway between a squat and a kneel, she positions 
his tip at her opening before sinking onto his length, exclaiming, "Ya 
really know how to stretch a cunt, don't ya?!" as his member fills her 
completely. Placing her hands on her knees, Momoko starts pistoning up 
and down on the bandit's shaft, both the sheriff and her prisoner 
moaning loudly from the action. "So," she starts, "Now that ya've had a 
taste of my cunt, what do ya say to telling me where yer hideout is?"

"I've bedded women who were much better lays than ya, and ain't none of 
them ever convinced me to betray my brothers." replies the bandit, still 
cursing his inability to spit in her face.

"I can tell yer enjoying this more than ya let on," replies Momoko, "and 
if ya weren't such a good fuck yerself, I'd stop right now and leave ya 
with a nasty case of blue balls." Grinding her clit against his pubic 
bone and clenching her internal muscles, she continues, "If fact, ya got 
such a nice cock on ya, I wouldn't mind keeping ya for myself. Rat out 
the rest of yer gang, and I might be able to talk the judge into 
releasin' ya into my custody and ya can spend every night entertainin' 
me."

"If ya were the widow of some bigshot rancher, that thar might be a 
temptin' offer, but I ain't betraying my brothers to be some floozy 
wannabe lawman's wipin' boy!"

"Oh well," replies Momoko, "Even if I don't get to keep ya, I can still 
keep yer cock for my own pleasure. Ya see, in these parts, even if the 
girl started it, it counts as rape if ya shoot inside without her 
permission, and the common punishment fer rape 'round here is cuttin' 
off the man's cock and balls and givin' the girl the option of having 
them preserved for her pleasure." Leaning back, placing her hands on his 
knees and increasing her pace, she delivers the final ultimatum, "So, ya 
can spill the beans, shoot inside me, and I convince the judge to make 
ya my sex slave, or ya can stay tight lipped, try to outlast me, and 
when ya fail, I convince the judge to cut ya man bits off for me to play 
with and ya spend the rest of yer life singin' saprano. Ain't no skin 
off my back either way, but this is yer last chance to save yer 
manhood."

"Yer bluffin'!" cries the bandit.

"Ya can think that, but it won't save ya when yer at the choppin' 
block." Picking up her pace even more, she adds, "Oh well, ya leave me 
no choice but to hurry up and milk yer last shot. Maybe ya'll be lucky 
and outlast me, but considerin' ya'd be the first, I doubt it."

With that, Momoko starts to ride him with abandon, bucking more wildly 
than the meanest of bulls, and it isn't long before the prisoner is 
shooting his load deep inside her, sending her over the edge as well.

Sitting on his lap as she comes down from her climax, Momoko comments, 
"Well, ya managed to get me off. That's not somethin' many men can 
claim. Let's see if ya managed to save yer bits or sealed yer fate." 
Standing up, she looks down to see cum dribbling from her cunny. "Well, 
that's definitely yer seed pourin' out of me. I hope ya enjoyed shootin' 
in a woman fer the last time, cause ya'll be a former man by lunch 
tomorrow."


As she steps off the rickety, wooden cot, the bandit cries out, "If ya 
leave town heading due west, ya'll find a cactus and a ring of stones 
formin' a sundial. Travel in the direction the Cactus's shadow points at 
dusk, and ya'll find my brothers' hideout among an outcroppin' of rocks!"

"Thank ya for the directions, but yer too late to save yer bits." 
replies the sheriff coldly as she leaves the cell.