[Fiction] The She-Devil of the West

[Chappers]

They though he was dead. Tied to the bed. Shallow breath.

Adam was shell of his former self after. The light in his eyes had gone. He shook when he walked, and talked as a whisper.

They said it was drugs. They blamed it on her. Her being the beauty queen of this old Louisiana parish. Always the quiet ones, the innocent looking ones. Her thrust for drink, drugs, wild sex and devil worshipping. Her mother was the same and hounded out of North Dakota and we should do the same with her. That’s what They said.

Joey did not believe Them. He just saw a shy pretty girl, afraid to leave her great Aunt’s ranch. He didn’t see Adam that night. He didn’t see him all beaten up, naked, bullocks tied up, cum covering his face with a 14inch dildo up his arsehole. Candlewax had burnt the hair off his chest. But then he knew Wendy did not do it.

He was with Wendy that night. Alone in his truck at make out point. He cried that night, broken hearted. She understood. She was there for him, like she always was.

Joey loved Adam. Wendy loved Adam. But Adam loved no one but himself. Adam was another victim. She loved men who were sure of themselves, too cocky for their own good. She? The wicked witch of the West of course…