Sligo's Things (With picture link)

The law concerning property in Tombstone was extremely simple. Men owned all of it, women were little more than items of property themselves. If a man died natrually, his belongings, were auctioned off to the highest bidder, the proceeds going in to the town coffers (or more accurately, in to the pockets of the town's ruling council). And if a man died in a gunfight, sanctioned and witnessed by the town? Well, to the winner go the spoils....

Calvo glanced around at what used to be Sligo's home. It was hardly a palace, but compared the converted cargo pod, it was positively luxurious. It was a purpose designed modular home, what colonists often called a 'flat-pack special'. They were designed to be easy to transport and quick to erect, as well as relatively comfortable. It must once have bellonged to a reasonably wealthy settler, before he was either killed or fled. It even had a propper bed, as well as some decently made furniture that Sligo had managed to buy, or more likely, loot. Things were looking up.

Dragon stepped in to the central area from the sleeping module, wiping her hands on a towel. The small oriental woman was back in her skintight white uniform, the flexible fabric hugging her slender body, accentuating the small, tempting little cones of her breasts, and the uptilted jut of her nipples. Calvo indicated doorway behind her with a small jerk of his head.

"How is she?"

"She'll live. Just exhausted. I've cleaned her up. She's lying there all tempting and naked right now in fact...."

Dragon gave Calvo a wicked little smile, which he couldn't help but return. He moved past her in to the sleeping module, giving her taut backside a playfull slap as he did so. Twelve lay naked on the bed, her skin now clean, although small scratches and grazes could be seen on her arms and chest. The petite little brunette's elfin face was framed by the short crewcut of her hair, making her appear younger and more fragile than she doubtless was. Her meagre breasts rose and fell steadily, and the soft dark bush of her pubes nestled between her slim thighs, just asking to be touched, explored. Calvo slipped out of his prison jumpsuit, sitting slowly on the bed, already fully, achingly erect

Twelve watched him, her eyes wide, soft lips slightly parted, her breathing deepening, stubby nipples wrinkling, growing firm. Calvo could almost feel Dragon's eyes on the pair of them....without doubt the little oriental guardswoman would get a kick out of watching him fuck her fellow guard. He slipped behind Twelve, brushing his lips against her neck, softly sucking her earlobe as his fingertips drifted over her shoulders, arms, belly, breasts, as her breathing became a series of soft sighs......

An entrance hatch opening, then closing. Voices....one of them Dragon's . Then, without further warning, a figure stood at the entrance to the sleeping module, Dragon appologetically at her shoulder. The stranger was a severe looking woman, possibly in her early forties. Her hair was steel grey, cut short, and her face angular and striking, with cold blue eyes, and supprisingly full lips. Her clothing was as severe as she was, a simple shapeless black dress, falling to her ankles. Her face was impassive as she looked at the naked Calvo and Twelve.

"Name's Beth Sligo. I guess I belong to you now."

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