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Part IV
Coyote thanked the Parson, gave him a nice tip, and escorted his new wives into the old Mission. At the door, Sassy gave him a long, lingering kiss and said: "Why don't you come straight to our boudoir?"
"Sounds sweet," said Coyote. So he followed them to a big room with seven four-poster beds, all in a row. Coyote sat on a chair facing the beds. Sassy asked: "Would you like us to slip into something else?"
"I love you in white," said Coyote. "Why don't we stick with what you've got?"
"OK," Sassy said with a giggle. She and her sisters got into their beds and struck a variety of seductive poses.
"Should we draw straws?" said Suzie.
"It doesn't matter," said Coyote, who was now rummaging through his backpack. "Now where is that stuff? Ah, here we go." He pulled out a small plastic jar, opened it, shook two white tablets into his palm, then put the tablets in his mouth and swallowed them. "Yechh," he said.
"What's that, honey--heart medicine?" asked Sassy with another of her characteristic smirks.
"Nope," said Coyote. "It's Acme's latest invention. They call it Coyotagra, and it's the perfect antidote to the fay curse."
"Wh-what?" said several of the girls. Their eyes had suddenly gotten very wide.
"Antidote," said Coyote. "Two of these, and I can fuck fays till the cows come home, and live to tell about it."
"B-but you swore an oath!" cried Sassy.
"Yes, dear, I did: not to wear a fay-foiler condom or other protective device. Take a look . . . am I wearing anything?"
Sassy shouted an incantation, and drawn bows reappeared in her hands and those of her sisters.
Coyote yawned and said: "Put those down before you hurt someone." And, to their very great surprise and dismay, they did. "Wh-what's going on?" asked Sarah.
"Did you forget your vows, ladies? You swore–to your Dark Master no less--to be good wives in every way. That means obeying your husband. Tossing in the Dark Lord made the oath so strong that you couldn't break it now even if you wanted to."
"Wh-what are you going to do to us?" asked Sassy.
"I'm going to do what I swore I'd do," said Coyote. "I'm going to have sexual intercourse with as many of you as I can. Thanks to Coyotagra, that'll probably be all of you. And I'm going to be a good husband to you. That means a number of things. For example, I'll be very gentle during the lovemaking. But I also have to do what's best for you thereafter, and that includes seeing to appropriate punishments. Since you're all wanted for capital crimes, I'll have to take you into Tumbleweed and hand you over to the Marshal."
At this, they all cried out: "No! Dear devil, no, no, no!"
Sassy then piped up: "Y-you swore you wouldn't consent to our . . . our . . . ."
"Execution?" said Coyote.
"That's right. You swore!"
"I don't think you girls were listening too carefully. I swore I wouldn't consent after I was dead. I'm still alive, and thanks to my little tablets, you aren't going to change that fact."
"All right, all right," said Sassy. "But you still don't have to consent. You're free to say: 'Spare them.' Y-you can do that!"
"Of course," said Coyote, "But I 'm not going to. Face it, ladies: the game's over. You've lost, and you're going to hang."
Now they all wept, and wailed, and beat the beds with their fists, and kicked at the air with their feet, like so many spoiled children. Coyote soon tired of the racket. "That's enough!" he barked. In response, they buried their heads in their mattresses and sobbed quietly.
"While we're on the subject of punishment," he said, "it occurs to me that all of you treated me with a great deal of insolence today–Sassy especially. And nobody was very nice to the Parson. Sassy, come here."
Trembling and tearful, Sassy got up and walked over to where Coyote sat. He tucked the hem of her mini-dress into her belt. Then he gripped her panties and drew them about half-way down her thighs. She had a full, black muff and a rich musky scent. Already aroused, Coyote now almost spurted. He got himself under control and told her to lie down over his knees. She began to do so, when he took her by the arm and asked: "What do you say?"
"Y-yes, husband."
"That's it. Now lie down." She did so, whimpering all the while.
Coyote took a few deep breaths, then brought his paw down sharply on her behind. Sassy, who had never been shellacked before, filled the bedroom with her howls of pain and humiliation. The others just looked on in abject fright. Coyote whacked her fifty times before sending her back to her bed. Then he punished the others in the same fashion.
Now it was time to test the Coyotagra. ( Won't I feel sheepish if it doesn't work! heaid to himself.) He went to Sassy first, who screamed and shrank back against the headboard. He took her in his arms and stroked her hair. When she had calmed somewhat, he made her lie back on the bed and began to kiss and massage her breasts. Her breath started to come in short little gasps. Next, he tugged her panties all the way down (she'd been too frightened to pull them back up). As gently as he could, he spread her thighs and stroked her pussy, ever so lightly, with his tongue. (Her musky tang gave him the most powerful desire to bite down, hard; but his oath required him to be gentle.) Her gasping slowly grew louder. When he thought she was moist enough, he entered her. She was still very tight, and she shrieked at first, leaving some blood on the sheet. But it soon got easier, and before long she was groaning and crying out in the strange, hurtful ecstasy that only a captured fay can feel. She came more times than Coyote could count. At last, exhaustion (and the venom in Coyote's saliva) put her into a deep sleep. Then it was Sally's turn.
It must have taken hours in all, but Coyote broke all seven girls, put all seven to bed. When he was done, he wondered if he would now collapse and die. Several minutes passed . . . and he remained alive. At last, he tired of the suspense and drifted off himself.
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