League of Extraordinary Gentlewomen Ch. 03

Note- third entry in this series. Treat it as if it were an X rated spoof of the Sean Connery movie. Mila Kunis is Annie, Nicole Scherzinger is Pocahontas, and adult movie star James Deen as Billy.

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Texas, 1881

It was the inevitable suggestion of that brilliant adventurer and big game hunter, Professor Allan Quatemain, that there should be a female version of the League. It was he who was the person responsible for the formation of the original League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, a unit of remarkable and heroic figures, that would team up to fight dastardly crimes against the British Empire. But he supposed that there might be tasks more suitable for the fairer sex to deal with. Sleeping with a male foreign agent in order to gain vital information was just one scenario that sprang to mind. A task that would be beyond the original members.

"I wonder if he had me in mind all the time?" Mused Annie Oakley as she and Pocahontas arrived at the national fairground in Abilene.

She and the Native American had been chosen especially to assist in retrieving one of four mechanical keys. Keys, that when united would trigger a unique detonator of a doomsday bomb named the H bomb. A repulsive device that would kill thousands with its poisonous group of bacterium such as smallpox, anthrax and the like. Created by criminal genius and speculator known as Fantomas, it posed a current threat of worldwide devastation that would likely result in World War.

Abilene in Texas had been established as a shipping point on the Texas and Pacific Railway and was named after Abilene, Kansas. That notorious town where Wild Bill Hickok had once been Town Marshall. Veteran of the Civil War and now turned American showman, Buffalo Bill Cody had just arrived in town with his travelling vaudeville Wild West show. Formed of a group of actors and talented performers Cody entertained his sell out crowds with circus like attractions, horseback parades and re enactments of some of his astonishing adventures in the open air.

"There. That is what we seek."

The attractive and youthful Annie pointed to a big marquee with the legend 'Sharpshooter Contest. Come one, come all. Big prizes to be won.'

Having been transported to Texas by the Time Lord known only as the Doctor, Annie and Pocahontas had been informed that locating the key was of the utmost urgency. The two women had both been amazed by the magical time and space ship that the Doctor named TARDIS. Apprehensive at first to enter the somewhat small blue box the women had entered a mind boggling interior that was somehow much bigger than the outside.

"Come on you two, get a shift on. Time is of the essence. Even if I DO own a time machine. I must get back to London immediately, but I'll be back."

The female Time Lord, dressed in outrageous culottes and rainbow shirt, popped back inside the strange object which promptly vanished. She had been reliably informed by Quatemain just before he and the league had been incapacitated that one of the keys could be sought in the open air vaudeville show.

"Do you suppose that the Doctor is a witch?" Said the pretty girl under the oversized straw hat.

Annie was born in Ohio in 1860 and by the age of eighteen had become an expert marksman and trapper. Known in her home town by the nickname of 'little sure shot' Annie could shoot the ash off of held up cigarettes, split playing cards held edge on at thirty paces and snuff out burning candles. The dark haired beauty stood at a petite five feet four and dressed in a check shirt and tan skirt that reached to her cowboy boots. Around her trim waist she wore a cowhide belt with a silver buckle with her ammunition cartridges all around. As always in her hands she held her current favourite, a Winchester 1873 44 calibre smooth bore rifle. They strolled over to the tent and noted the main shoot was for the following morning. Annie peeked inside and saw a glass trophy cabinet with silver cups and medals. One in particular caught her eye, a medal with colour ribbon and a curious addition. A metal object, two inches by four.

"That must be it. The Doctor was right. All I have to do is win the cup and medal and retrieve the key."

"Couldn't we just steal it?"

"Too risky, come on. We have until tomorrow evening before the Doctor returns for us. Let's go get a room."

As they carried on their way Annie paused in mid stride and put her hand to the side of her face and turned to her companion.

"Hey! That sullen feller there with the faded black hat over his eye is Billy the Kid!"

A figure in black under a long dust coat with a slender build had his back to a wooden fence and was smoking a small cheroot. He had a rifle cradled in his arms and wore his peacemakers on his right.

"Are you sure?"

"Damn right I am! He's been on the run all year since he busted out of jail in New Mexico. Must be lying low in Texas for now."

Aged only twenty one Billy had indeed escaped from jail only three months before after Pat Garrett had captured him. He had a $500 bounty reward on his head but few were foolhardy to try to take him on. Known for his lightning fast draw he was rumoured to be able to clear leather and fire accurately on target ten times out of ten. Annie studied his holster and noted the holster was cut away around the trigger and grip for a smooth draw. His gun belt was worn low on his hip and outer thigh and was tied down tight.

"So that's his secret. Clever."

"Do you think he plans to steal the silver?"

"Could be, but I know he regards himself as an expert gun handler. He may be just vain enough to try to win the prizes. Come on."

About five hundred yards from the wild west show was the main thoroughfare with various flea bitten lodgings. They saw a rather better looking hotel down by the haberdasher. The sign above the front door told them that this was 'The Abilene Hotel and Saloon.' The two women entered and took a look around the dimly lit saloon area. The inside didn't seem much cooler than the outside and the air seemed stale.

"Evening ladies. Whiskey?"

The bartender flung a dirty looking cloth over his right shoulder and eyed them up, raising an eyebrow at the sight of the redskin Pocahontas. The willowy Indian wore a long rustic buckskin dress with a fringe hem and sleeves. Her boots were of a similar skin with deep autumn tones and a fringe top. Her hair was in two pigtails with a patterned head band around her forehead. Descended from the original Pocahontas, a Powhatan Indian from Virginia, she had lived all her life in England and went by her middle name of Nicole. Her ancestor had famously rescued John Smith from execution back in 1617 and later moved to England where she married another colonist by the name of Rolfe. Throughout the generations the Native American traditions carried over and the current Nicole was proficient in tracking, predicting the weather and surviving in hostile environments. A choice companion for Annie Oakley in Texas.

"No. We need a room for the night. How much?"

"For two sharing? I'll take a dollar. In advance mind."

Annie threw four coins across the counter and turned with Nicole to the stairs.

"You're lucky. What with Buffalo Bill here and all we only got two left out of the ten."

"And we need a bite to eat. Some biscuits and gravy with plenty of coffee."

"Fine, room number three, just on your left. And there ain't no lock or key."

They found the flaking door and went inside. The room was eight by ten with one twin sized bed with an iron frame and a horsehair stuffed mattress. Two cloth sacks served as pillows filled with goose feathers and looked to have years of sweat and other bodily fluids soaked into them. Under the bed was a porcelain chamber pot which also have off a well used smell. Three hooks on the wall served as a place to hang clothing next to a wash stand with porcelain basin and wall mounted mirror. They returned to the saloon for supper and then prepared for bed. Annie lit the oil lamp and flopped onto the hard mattress.

"Well, this is what you get for just four bits. It's just for one night."

Nicole filled the basin and rinsed her face as Annie began to undress. In her burlap bag she fished out a long cotton nightshirt and stepped into it. She watched the Indian strip off and step over to the bed. The young sharpshooter felt her jaw drop at the sight of the dazzling beauty in front of her. Blessed with a pleasing mocha complexion she was a truly striking creature. Her vibrant raven hair hung loose down her narrow back and her massive 34D breasts thrust out in front of her. Annie noted the perfectly rounded rump which jutted out behind her in a bubble butt. Her striking body slinked inward at the hips and nestled between her majestic thighs her lush Mons was concealed under a jet black mass of tight curls. As she drew the one skinny blanket back Annie furrowed her brow.

"You sleep in the raw?"

"Just as nature intended. Why? Does my nakedness bother you?"

"No, I just. No."

Annie laid on her side and closed her eyes. After a minute or two she had become intoxicated by the fragrant smell of her friends hair which was barely three inches from her own pillow. Annie had married at a very young age and was no shrinking violet in bed, but her mind reeled as she imagined the naked woman beside her performing intimate things with men.

"I'll count sheep." She thought as she tried to think of something else besides sex.

Occasionally the gorgeous ass of the dusky skinned one bumped hers and a frisson of a thrill went down Annie's spine. Now she was wide awake and turned onto her right side and looked directly at Nicole in all her naked glory. Her back was sublime as it curved into her twin globes that were slightly parted. As she stayed perfectly still she could hear the soft purr of the woman breathe and figured on putting her arm on her hip.

"So soft!"

Annie peeled the blanket down to their thighs and dared to drape her arm on the firm stomach of the Indian woman. Nicole stirred and shifted and the huge swell of her left breast made contact with Annie's hand. She froze but relaxed when she realised that Nicole was now snoring lightly as laid on her back. Annie cupped both the big boobs and gently brushed the nipples. She gasped as her ministrations made both little nubs harden between her fingers. Her heart thumped in her chest and her mouth dried as she kneaded the full and rounded tits.

"Do I dare?"

Annie saw the two toned legs that were shut together and prayed for Nicole to open them. After ten minutes she smiled as the legs parted a little and Annie made a thin blade with her left hand and wedged it into the soft crotch. To her surprise and delight instead of flinching or moving away Nicole began to buck up slightly on order to put pressure on her vulva. She was masturbating on Annie's hand!

"Mmm." She murmured asleep as Annie sawed back and forth with her heart in her mouth.

For two long minutes Annie pressed firmly into the moistening loins of Nicole who was totally relaxed. Annie decided to try to slip a finger up inside the damp bush but the bed creaked and Nicole turned onto her front. Annie drew her hand back and sighed in frustration. She laid back and raised her nightgown up to her navel. Her own cunt was now wet as she began to rub herself frantically. She made wonderful circles around her clit before plunging her middle finger into her sodden slit. Barely two minutes later she tensed up and had her orgasm as she shoved her fist in her mouth to stifle a scream. Annie rolled down her nightie and drifted off into a dreamless sleep. She awoke as Nicole shook her from side to side.

"Come, we must away. The contest is soon."

"Oh, already?"

Annie must have slept for no more than three hours as she got up out of the bed.

"I hope that you have your trigger finger in fine fettle."

Me too, thought Annie as she realised that she had spent too long on her sexual release rather than get some quality sleep.

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The pair headed back to the fair and saw a small group gathered for the shoot. A tall man with a white beard and moustache held up his hands and yelled out.

"Ladies and gentlemen! I'm Buffalo Bill and I bid you welcome to our sharpshooter contest which is in three stages. The winner gets a silver cup worth one...hundred...dollars! Plus a special medal which shall be engraved. All contesters come hither."

"Can we suppose that Fantomas has agents here as well?" Wondered Nicole.

"Wouldn't be at all surprised. He needs that key just as much as we do."

"Are you certain you can win?" Asked Nicole.

Annie rubbed her tired eyes and that was when Nicole noticed they were different, one brown, the other green. She was quite attractive thought the Indian as they waited in line.

"Yes. I've been using guns since I was eight. Practise has made me near perfect. It's quite simple. Quick aiming as well as accurate shooting is necessary. Aim at the high mark and you will hit it. Maybe not the first time, but then the second. Eventually you tend to hit the bull every time."

"Here comes Billy."

Billy the Kid looked fit and alert with his hat pulled down firmly on top of his head from fear of being recognised. He had rested up in a room for the first time in a week, his world consisting of he and his horse these days whilst on the run. He and five contenders including Annie were escorted to the range, followed by an eager group of spectators. The first two contests consisted of target firing and once completed it was apparent that there were only two contenders for the cup and medal. Annie and Billy.

"So, we're down to the final two shooters," said Buffalo Bill. "For the cup then this is the final challenge. First, I will release five live pigeons from their traps and I require your best shots. Annie will go first. You will have but ten seconds in which to shoot. Ready?"

The young girl in the big hat nodded. Bill raised his hand and then lowered it and the pigeons were freed. In the space of six seconds Annie had let off five shots and five dead pigeons tumbled to earth, each one shot directly in the head.

"Mighty fine shooting, miss." Said Buffalo Bill highly impressed.

Billy poked the brim of his hat up to his forehead and looked into Annie's eyes. He had a handsome face with bright blue eyes and a determined jaw. His smile was quite infectious and he had the typical everyman appeal. Her eye was drawn to his fine legs and his tightly tied holsters. Then her eyes widened when she drank in his prodigious hose that ran down his left thigh a good seven inches. She had heard him described as the left handed gun but knew he had his six shooter on his right hip. Now she reckoned she knew the real reason for his nickname.

"Think you can do better?"

"Shucks. I sure am gonna try."

He stood dead still and nodded to Buffalo Bill. The five pigeons flew up and in the course of ten seconds they were all dead.

"Dead heat so far. I'm going to up the ante and release ten birds, to be shot down in twenty seconds. Think they can do it folks?"

The close knit crowd cheered and Nicole willed Annie to prevail. She wiggled the fingers of her right hand and rubbed her palm. She blinked several times in the midday sun and knew the lack of a good night sleep might be a significant factor in her shoot. The female marksman raised her rifle and yelled out that she was ready. As the birds flew so her rifle boomed out. Half a minute later all but one pigeon lay dead.

"Outstanding young miss. I've never seen a woman shoot anywhere near as good as yourself."

Buffalo Bill applauded with the onlookers as Billy the Kid waited for his turn. The signal was given and Billy shot this way and that, methodically picking off all ten birds. Annie was stunned by the outlaw's prowess with a rifle, and a little envious too.

"Sorry honey. Better luck next time."

He flicked the brim of his soft hat and gave her a cheeky wink. Several emotions sank in as Billy was led away to receive the silver cup and medal from Cody who got the crowd to give three cheers. First, she had been beaten. Second the chance to win the vital key had been squandered. And lastly she found herself falling for the tight assed Billy. Nobody but her it seemed recognised the renegade outlaw which would be an asset in her plan to take the medal, and the doomsday bomb key from his possession.

"Now what? You lost the contest."

"Yeah. That feller sure is a dead eye shot. Well, we'll just have to take it from him."

"Any ideas?"

"We'll get him drunk and just take it simple. Come on."

Both failed to notice a thin man in a black frock coat and hat watching the entire episode with the greatest interest.

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The women left the fairground in close step behind Billy who headed for a run down hotel with the broken sign that read 'rooms to rent, two bits.' Annie and Nicole stood at the open front door and peered into the murky interior. They immediately saw Billy at the long panelled bar sipping a whiskey. The fat bartender in the striped apron looked at them at the door, silhouetted by the hot sun.

'Coming on or not?"

Tentatively they entered and sat on either side of Billy who looked at one and then the other.

"Just want to congratulate you on some mighty fine shooting. What's your name, stranger?"

"You can call me Billy. Billy Wood."

"Let me buy you a whiskey."

"Won't say no to that."

"Whiskey, and leave the bottle." Said Annie to the barman. "Let's go sit for a spell."

All three went to a table in the darkened corner as Billy took another hit of the rotgut drink. Annie saw that he wore the medal around his neck with the odd looking key still attached to the ribbon.

"Nice medal. Can I get a closer look?"

"Sorry little miss. I'm keeping this on for good luck."

Annie looked at Nicole. This might not be as easy as she thought.

"I'll drink to that, cheers!"

Billy sank another shot as the women pretended to drink and watched the man gradually get tipsy. After half of the bottle had been drained it was plain to see that Billy was a little befuddled. Nicole tried a feint move and put her arm around his shoulder and moved inwards to his neck.

"You getting frisky, darlin'? Give old Billy a kiss."

They locked mouths as the mocha skinned one tugged on the ribbon.

"Now, now. Don't go getting smart on me." He said as he shrugged her off.

"How long you fixing on staying, Billy?"

"Don't rightly know. I need me some ready cash. The cup will help out that problem."

"Come on cowboy, it's time for bed. Let's get you up those stairs."

"Best idea you had all night."

As Annie and Nicole helped him to his tiny room they looked at each other somewhat perturbed.

"Now what? He ain"t budging with that medal."

"Only one thing to do. We'll fuck his brains out and then take it off him with ease."

"Fuck him. You and me."

"Yep. Got a problem with that?"

As Billy took his boots off and looked at the pair of them with his baby blue eyes and his adorable grin Nicole could think of a lot worse things. They were both going to fuck Billy the Kid!

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As Billy flopped onto his lumpy bed he looked up to see Annie unbutton her shirt and pull it open to reveal her bare breasts that were topped off with rosy little nubs. Her hands went behind her back and she undid her dress which fell silently down to the wooden floor. As she stripped off wordlessly so Billy drew his strides off and the women stared at the half naked rugged outlaw. Annie felt weak at the knees at the sight of his hardening cock that poked up on his belly, proud and enticing. The generous eight incher had an odd curve halfway up the meaty shaft which made the top four inches veer to the left.

"I got an ache that just won't quit, lady. I was hoping you could oblige me and help me out some."