Dead Dove: Injustice January Day 2: Wilful Wrecking of a Train Resulting in Death
Summary: Vidal hatches a plan to rob a train of all its loot with the help of Agnes and Alice, these three women give themselves a ticket to freedom.
Word count: 3.4k
Pairings: Cowboy!Agnes O'Connor x Cowboy! Rio Vidal x Cowboy!Alice Wu Gulliver
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Warnings: Swearing, pet names, smoking, kissing/rough kissing, breast/nipple play, cunnilingus, face sitting, cuckolding, groping/grabbing, rough sex, vaginal fingering, face slapping, threesome, praise kink, physical/mental/emotional manipulation, explosions, death/injury, robbery
Music inspo: We Ride at Dusk playlist
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Vidal, ever so gently plucks the cigar from Agnes' lips to steal a deep and hungry kiss from her partner.
The fire before them crackles loudly as a log splits in two; embers and smoke rising as Vidal deepens their kiss even further. The cigar has been thrown onto the ground, covered in dirt and stepped on quickly by Agnes' boot.
"That's the last thing we fucking need," Agnes groans into Vidal's mouth as her hands work their way up underneath Vidal's sweat-soaked shirt, "is a fucking brush fire to give us away."
Vidal shifts herself so that she can properly sit down onto Agnes' lap; her arms wrapping around her partner's neck. It would be a death sentence to let their guard down so late and dark into the night but Agnes and Vidal knew how to survive.
High up in the canyons where even the coyotes don't dare to climb to; they are fully alone in the wilderness with nothing but their fire and the stars burning above their heads.
Vidal hisses as she feels Agnes' blunt nails claw at her skin; palm and pads of fingers kneading at knots Vidal didn't even know lived under her shoulder blades. She sat down a little more onto Agnes' leg; allowed her heels to dig into the dirt below to fully ride.
Agnes laughed into Vidal's mouth as she tried to catch her breath,
"Are you sure about this? You really want to go through with this?"
Vidal knew that Agnes wasn't unsure about their plan and this was more of a way to bring it all back up again.
Truthfully, Agnes got off on hearing about schemes and the vivid way that innocents and the not-so-innocents would be injured and very well, may die.
"Listen up, cowboy...you've gotten off on this so many goddamn times, do I really have to tell you again?"
Vidal had pulled her head away so that she could look directly into those impossible blue eyes. If she ever had the chance in her life to see the ocean, she wouldn't take it up.
Agnes' eyes were the colour she dreamed that big body of water would look like. Why go to the ends of the earth just to see it when she could wake up and roll over and stare into it for hours without moving a muscle?
Agnes' hands move as if to their own volition as she peels up and away Vidal's weather-worn shirt. The cool desert air hits Vidal's naked skin but only for a split second. Agnes bows her head and her cowboy hat tips back until it falls off her head, joining her stomped-out cigar by her boots. She groans as her mouth finds what it's been searching for and within seconds of impact, Vidal's right nipple hardens against Agnes' tongue.
"You'd fucking suck me dry if you could!"
Vidal's voice fills the night air like a clap of thunder as she rolls her hips forwards to egg Agnes on. She can feel the heat of their fire licking her bare-back and the sweat from the long day is not from the heat of the flames.
This is how Vidal feels at all times around Agnes; a burning flame of desire that only grows the more it's fed.
The cowboy moans with Vidal's tit in her mouth as her hands continue to move against her partner's bare skin. She traces every scar, every imperfection but she knows them and their place and how Vidal got them all by heart now.
Her lover is like a map to the stars that Agnes can picture when the sun is out.
"We have to meet Gulliver in the morning, after we get down from this canyon ledge...she has what we need to make this all go boom..."
That single word causes a stir so deep within Agnes that she pulls her mouth away; her teeth dragging against the tender bud of Vidal's nipple. Her partner hisses once more through her teeth and Agnes wants to tell her how she could easily imitate a rattlesnake if they needed to.
"You know I still owe her, right? You know she's gonna make you watch us, Vidal..."
Agnes' breath is hot and damp; heavy as she tries to suck in dry, dusty air. Vidal sits up a little straighter on her partner's lap with her chin pointed and her eyes downcast onto her partner. She can see the uneven white line that runs through Agnes' hair.
Snake in the grass.
"If she delivers, I don't care what you have to do to settle your score with her. I'll sit and watch and wait but we are not letting this plan dissolve. Do you understand me, O'Connor?"
The cowboy lifted her head so that Vidal could look into those eyes again. A storm was raging on the sea and Vidal knew no matter what path they would take, their fortunes would be sought and won.
"Let me taste you know and have you on my tongue before that becomes a distant memory...you know how Gulliver gets when we don't see her in a long time..."
Vidal snorts through her nose as she pulls away and off of Agnes' lap. Her hands come down to grab the heavy cotton of her skirts to lift them.
Agnes watches intently and with slow, controlled movements she slinks backwards until she's looking up at the night sky overhead and darkness pools all around her.
The cowboy's arms come up to hold Vidal's waist as she takes her second seat of the night despite knowing how much Agnes hates the way the rough cotton feels against her ears, the side of her face.
-
"O'Connor! You're still alive?!"
Agnes tips her hat as she feels the sway of her horse underneath her. Gulliver has her hat tipped low over her brow to fend off the burning desert sun that beats down on the three of them. Vidal leads on top of her own horse; prized for its pure white coat. Muerte. Vidal's horse is whispered about from cowboy to cowboy and no one knows exactly where Vidal had found this stunning animal.
Alice waves the two women over as she pushes herself away from the support beam she had been leaning against. She comes around to help Vidal and Agnes tie up their horses to the post and waits for them to dismount.
Agnes shoots her hand straight out to shake Alice's which is taken with a heavy grasp. The two women stare one another down; the brim of their hats allowing for this intimate moment.
"I'm only still alive because Vidal found some use for both my hands and my mouth."
Vidal clicks her tongue as she watches the two women size one another up. The tension between them is hotter and brighter than the afternoon sun.
"You two better get on with it then if we want to set this all up before dusk. Agnes, don't let me down."
It's cold and quick; Vidal's tongue is like a goddamn viper as she passes by Agnes. Her glare is cold and sincere as she slips away into Alice's cabin. Alice can only offer a knowing smirk as she turns on her heel to follow Vidal into her home and Agnes has no choice but to follow behind.
With her confidence soaring, Vidal makes herself at home on one of the wooden kitchen chairs. Alice and Agnes watch as she drags it over and places it at the foot of Alice's bed. She takes her rightful seat and adjusts her skirts; throws her left leg over her right and waits.
She's going to get what they came for no matter the fucking cost of it.
"Guess your girlfriend here isn't one for foreplay, huh?"
Alice chokes back a laugh as she looks from Agnes to Vidal and then back at Agnes.
The cowboy, dressed in her dusty blue plaid shirt, can barely look at either of the two women in the room. Her fingers flex and then pull back into tight fists.
Calculating, planning. Her weight shifts from boot to boot.
"Oh come on, O'Connor...I know you ain't shy. You've fucked me a dozen times by now. Vidal has you on a tight fucking leash."
Agnes lets her tongue run over her teeth as if trying to call back from last night. She knows how Vidal tastes; can describe it in tandem if she had to.
But here she stood, in this tiny, wooden cabin between two women she had both had a go with too many times to count.
Vidal, pushing her towards the future.
Alice, pulling her back to the past.
"Come on, Cowboy...don't be nervous. I won't bite you too hard unless you like that now..."
Alice circles around Agnes like a vulture about to pick apart her meal. Agnes watches in silence as Alice smiles at her and reaches out to grab her collar; fingering the points of it as it falls into a triangle. Agnes hears her boots scuff against the wooden floor beneath her as Alice pulls her towards the bed. Their faces are so close that Agnes can feel Alice's breath on her lips.
The hesitation within Agnes is so slight that she doesn't catch herself pausing. She sighs softly as she reaches up for her hat to take it off and throw it down by her feet. Her and Alice fall into a somewhat dance that looks like a tussle; rough and needy and full of clenched fists as they paw and grab at one another.
This is how they had always been; muscle and weight thrown around to see who would come out on top.
Agnes feels the all-familiar tug at the back of her head as Alice wraps her fingers around her exes ponytail. She laughs and Agnes knows that Vidal is smirking at the sight before her; the push towards the bed where Agnes falls down both face and belly first.
"That's it, O'Connor...you take it like a good girl, just like how you used to when it was just the two of us..."
Alice's voice is so sweet Agnes wants to cry. She huffs and claws and grunts like a captured animal as Alice grabs hold of everything she can with her free hand. Weathered jeans are pulled down and Agnes' plaid is pushed up her back until it bunches uncomfortably at her shoulder blades.
Alice takes a second to revel in the skin she was once so familiar with; scent and taste and feel she used to call home.
The breath that Agnes sucks through her gritted teeth is loud and from it, Alice jumps ever so slightly as her fingers trace along Agnes' back. She leaves feather light touches all the way down Agnes' spin until she rounds her ass cheeks and squeezes them with both hands.
Agnes feels herself push deeper into the bed; shove forward as she adjusts herself to Alice's grasp.
"Lift her up, Alice...get her on the edge of the bed if you have to..."
Agnes turns her head in Vidal's direction as she hears her words fall from her mouth. She can barely make out her partner as she sits there high and mighty in her hand-made chair. The floor creaks underneath her as she adjusts to get a better view of her partner about to be fucked by her ex.
Before Alice can fulfill Vidal's request, Agnes moves her body herself.
She knows the stakes all too well and both she and Vidal desperately need what they've come here for; the deal they've made with Alice.
If anyone in this godforsaken place could get them the amount of dynamite they needed to blow the train right off the fucking tracks it was Alice Wu Gulliver.
And Alice Wu Gulliver, dealt in the only dealings she knew. An eye for an eye.
In some ways, Agnes was still hers. Vidal wasn't one to question the ways of the desert nor people like them.
"That's it, Sweetheart, move for me..."
Hushed whispers fall from Alice's lips and onto the small of Agnes' back as she leaves ghostly kisses there; barely even brushing her lips against the cowboy's back. Agnes pants as her eyelids droop to a peaceful close and allows her body to fall back to Alice's control.
Idle hands are the devil's workshop.
The sudden impact of Alice's fingers deep inside Agnes' cunt catches the cowboy off guard; writhing against the bed below her as she tries to lift her head to look at Vidal.
She wants to stare her partner down as her ex, so lovingly, pumps her fingers.
"Fuck...oh fuck, Alice..."
Agnes groans as she moves her head once more, trying to look over her shoulder. Alice's shoulder and elbow are in view but anything farther down is out of sight from Agnes' own body blocking the view.
"Come on, Cowboy...just like old times, right, Sweetheart? You always did take my fingers so well when you wanted to,"
Alice coos ever so sweetly as her fingers curl upwards inside of Agnes; more pressure is applied.
How easily it was for the two of them to slip back into their old ways.
Vidal, from her wooden throne, watches intently as Agnes is manhandled by her ex. The arch of her partner's body coupled with how Alice bends and leans and spoons so close to Agnes' it reads like a poem.
They still, after all this time, compliment each other.
"Alice, you keep going until she can't walk properly...while I..."
Agnes turns her head the second Vidal doesn't finish her sentence. She watched her partner push up and out of the chair to make her way over to the other side of the bed. The side where Agnes' head lays.
Warm fingers in the same position as Alice's reach out to slip under Agnes' defined chin to raise it as much as Vidal can. Agnes sucks back a breath and keeps her eyes lowered.
"You like this, Baby...don't deny it for a second. The way you look, the way you sound...your body was made to be bartered."
Alice clicks her tongue against her teeth before chuckling under her breath and Vidal, merely nods her head in agreement to herself.
Agnes, finally lifts her eyes to Vidal,
"If you want to treat me like a common whore-"
The loud sound like an explosion rang through Agnes' ears but the sensation of the sting on her face came after the fact. Vidal held up her hand and the look in her eyes was crazed. Agnes bit her tongue.
"You are free, Agnes. Don't you understand that? You, me, Alice...we are free. This is freedom."
As if scripted by her body alone, Agnes pushes her hips back to take more of Alice's fingers deep inside of her. It's addicting the way she feels; how Alice still makes her feel in such a vulnerable position.
"That train carrying all that money is going to people who want to keep up shackled. They'll use it to snuff out our freedom, Agnes. The three of us won't exist."
Not met with a slap, but a kiss, Agnes feels her breath be taken away as the gap closes. Alice continues to fuck her so deeply, so sweetly that she coos and pleas and praises Agnes of the good job she's doing around her fingers.
The way her cunt drips down her inner thighs.
Agnes steals breaths when she can but is always cut short by Vidal's lips and tongue. The position is awkward but they make it work. They always do.
This was their freedom.
-
Alice, on top of her chestnut-coloured horse, galloped down into the valley with her pack heavy behind her. She had done this exactly two other times in exactly two different states and each time, was successful.
If anyone was good around fire and heat, it was her.
Her fingers curled around the reins and her mind drifted ever so slightly to how they felt inside of Agnes just hours ago. Her ex hadn't changed one bit. Her body was still the same; her cries just as loud.
She even begged the same as she always did with that masculine front slipping away until her voice and her cries were high-pitched and whiny. Feminine in a beautiful way that could only be when three women were involved.
Alice pulled the front of her hat down just a little bit more as the memory rolled over her.
She had a job to do.
Her points of interest on the track had already been mused about ages ago. She was always interested in where the weakest points were. Usually, parts of the track that for some reason were skipped over for maintenance. That's where Alice would be able to lay down the bundles of TNT.
Agnes and Vidal watched from a little while away. Separately of course and on the opposite side of the tracks. They couldn't be together for this heist. Alice, Vidal decided, would join Agnes on her side of the tracks.
The side that had the sun going down.
Vidal whistled high and loud and Agnes turned her head to look behind her. The train was coming up from the distance; white smoke billowing out from it like a volcano ready to blow.
Surely, other forces would cause the train to do just that in just a matter of time.
"You ready, O'Connor?!"
Vidal yelled as she grabbed her hat to take it off and wave at her partner. She screamed, a war cry before plopping her hat back down onto her head and grabbing the reins of her horse. Her heels came inwards and the spurs made contact and off she went.
The plan was now physically in motion.
"That woman is gonna get me fucking killed,"
Agnes mumbled under her breath as she stole another look at the train before turning her attention back in front of her. She on her horse began to gallop forwards, too.
The two cowboys ran tandem to one another on opposite sides of the tracks as the train chugged closer. The sound was almost too much; rattling Agnes' teeth inside of her skull. She made a quick glance to her right to see if she was parallel to the boulder where she and Vidal had decided to be their stopping point.
It would be safe enough and far away from the explosion when it happened.
Vidal, high on her horse, watched as the train continued to move forwards on the track. It seemed to be a rather peaceful, boring sight of the steam engine making its way through the valley. Nothing out of sorts to raise any eyebrows or stop the train from its journey.
It's not until both Agnes and Vidal see the chestnut-coloured horse make its way towards them where the stakes are suddenly very, very high. The three cowboys follow in the opposite direction of the train; far enough to be in a safe distance from the upcoming explosion.
Agnes rides beside Alice, Vidal on the other side of the tracks. Their horses know what's coming before they do as they snort and suddenly become stubborn in their gallop. The three cowboys turn ever so slightly around to watch their plan unfold.
The three women had never seen something so grandiose happen before them. Smoke and fire; chunks of metal falling from the sky. The undeniable screaming and crying of passengers and crew as the train quite literally lifted and flew off of the tracks.
The horses whinnied as they stood their ground and allowed their riders to watch the destruction they had caused. The train derailment and explosion was a success but not without the use of Vidal's smarts, Alice's explosives and Agnes' body.
Once the flames died down and the black smoke rose to the air, it would be time to ransack what remained of the train to collect their payout.
Vidal rode forwards with her horse towards the twisted, burning hunks of black metal.
Alice rode backwards with her horse towards her cabin. Her work and expertise was done here and had gone off without a hitch. She would collect her payout later on.
Agnes, with her hat pushed back on her head so she could have an unobstructed view of the wreck, remained right where she sat on her horse. Forwards and backwards felt all the same to her; both controlled by women who promised her freedom.
