Hostage: Kitty's Fate, The Morning After

Chapter 2

Gunsmoke

Matt could do nothing as he held Kitty in his arms and listened to her sobs. She was terrified of having a child that belonged to Bonner, or one or his men. How could she possibly look at the child with anything but hatred in her heart? He knew that she was waging an internal war and it was one she had to battle alone. At least for now. But when she was ready, he would be there for her. She hiccupped one last sob and Matt knew, that for the moment, she was too exhausted to cry any longer. He gently tried to lay her back on the bed, but she would not relinquish hold of him. So he pushed her onto the pillows, keeping close to her, and carefully stretched his legs out to lay down with her. "Kitty, I love you." He said and she thought for a moment, a long moment and Matt knew why she hesitated. "Kitty, you've done nothing to deserve this." He said to her. She lifted her head from his chest and looked into his blue eyes. "You're not being punished for something you did as a girl. Your father used you, to distract men while gambling and you said you didn't know until that last game, right before he stepped out of your life."

"How can you be so sure? I should have known what he was doing. I allowed him and others to use me, Matt. I should have run away the moment I saw Bonner downstairs. I should have left them behind and thought of my own preservation." She said burying her face in his broad chest.

"You and I both know that's not you talking, that's the anger, the confusion, Kitty, I love you. You wouldn't have been able to walk away, Kitty. That's one of the reasons I love you. And I am going to love our child. She's going to have dark red curly hair, like her mama and her eyes will be the clearest blue, just like yours." He said gently caressing her face.

"What if it's not? What if it's his child? What am I going to do, Matt? I don't want his baby growing inside of me. I want your baby growing inside of me." She cried as he pulled her close.

"I'm telling you, this is my child. No matter what anyone thinks or says, this is my child growing in here." He said, gently placing his hand on her swollen belly. "We've been so careful not to get pregnant, maybe, just maybe it's time." He said as he softly caressed her back.

"I'm too old to have this baby, there could be problems." She said sniffling and finally giving up the other argument.

"As long as you are safe, whatever God sees fit to hand us, will be fine." Cupping her chin, he looked into her beautiful blue eyes and pulled her face up more so that his lips could taste hers. "I love you, Kitty and I love this baby, because she is a part of you."

He laid his head back for a moment. "It's time, Kitty. It's time these town-folk knew the truth about us. No more Matt Dillon and his woman, Kitty Russell. But Matt Dillon and his wife, Kitty Dillon." He closed his eyes and waited.

"Most people won't believe us anyway." She said as she fiddled with the button of his shirt.

"Don't worry, Doc and Festus will set them straight." He chuckled and it made Kitty laugh as well.

"Matt?" She said sitting up. "I don't know if I can do this alone." She said as she gazed at his blue eyes.

"You're not alone. Never alone, Kitty, I'm right here beside you." He turned her over so that she lay beneath him. "I will always be here beside you for as long as you'll have me." Slowly he began to unbutton the high collar of her blouse.

"Matt, what are you doing?" She asked but he did not answer her, but continued to unbutton her blouse. As each inch was reveal, he kissed the spot where the button lay, until her blouse was opened and she lay there waiting to see what he would do next. He reached under her and unbuttoned her skirt and slid it down over her swollen belly. Matt just gazed at the place where the child lay growing. His mouth kissed her belly button and his tongue snaked out to dip into her navel further. Kitty could feel the stirring inside of her. "Matt, please, make love to me." She pleaded with him.

"Sssh, patience my love, patience. I'm going to show you just how very much this ole' cowboy loves you." He said licking and nipping at her belly.

"You mean, like you did this morning?" She said smiling down at him.

"More so." He smiled wickedly at her.

"Oh, God, I'm not sure I'm up to it. You just might kill me." She said as he slid her skirt and bloomers off leaving her in her thigh high stockings and heels. Matt gently kissed her bare thigh, then lowered his lips to her already throbbing sex. The way that man used his mouth, drove Kitty high up the peak and sent her crashing over, hard and fast. She barely had time to recover when he started to drive her harder and faster, bringing his fingers into play with his mouth. Kitty cried out as she fell into the abyss. Matt gently kissed his way up her body, licking at the light moisture on her skin. His mouth found it's way to one rosy peak, lavishing kisses, and suckling it deep into his mouth. He continued to suckle then moved his mouth to pay equal attention to the other. Kitty finally came back down, and reach down between them, grabbing hold of his hard shaft, and guiding it to her entrance. As he began to sink into her, she pulled his mouth away from her breast and devoured his lips in a ravenous kiss, that took his breath away. Matt sighed as he sank deeply into her. His body trembling as he tried to hold back. But she would not allow him to take his time. Kitty knew exactly what to do to make her husband move faster. Her tongue snaked out and begged for entrance into his own mouth. As he had so many times before, he obliged her with entrance to his mouth. There his tongue met hears stroke for stroke to the rhythm of their love making. Before long, both were crying out the others name as they reached their peak.

Lying in Matt's arms, she felt safe and secure. As she gently moved onto her back, not wanting to wake her husband, she looked over at his sleeping form and smiled at the sated look on his face. She then realized that his hand lay on her belly, perhaps protecting what lay inside, or just keeping her in his reach, she wasn't sure, but she was home, in her husband's arms and no more Kitty Russell. Kitty Dillon was her name, and that's what she would be called from this day forward.

Bonner stood in the yard of the prison. He was walking in circles getting his exercise. His mind wondered back to almost four months prior to his incarceration. Her body lay beneath his and he moved against her as she begged him to stop. His nostrils were filled with the scent of her and his head swam in the warmth of the scent. He could feel her body trembling beneath his, but he did not care, she was his and he would have her.

"No, please no more." She sobbed as he continued to slam his hips against hers until he emptied himself into her.

"I would keep you, Reds, but I think it would be more effective if I send you back to your man." His mouth came down on hers once again, hard. His tongue angrily pushing past her lips and violating her mouth as his body had. His hand had slipped back into her blouse and he brutally squeezed her breast, causing Kitty to cry out once again. Jude grabbed her arm, none too gently and dragged her over to the horse and lifts her up into the saddle. Climbing up behind her, he reached around her waist and took the reins in hand. Giving her breast one more, gentle squeeze he smile. "Oh yeah, Marshall Dillion sure knows how to pick his women." He laughed as he pulled on the reins and carefully sent his spurs into the horse's belly.

Looking up, he saw what stopped his trek. Standing in front of him was a huge man with bulging muscles in his arms. "You Bonner?" He asked him.

"Yeah, what's it to ya?" Bonner said as he looked at the strapping young man, who bore a striking resemblance to one Marshal Dillon. He was the same build, same solid chest and blue eyes, but his hair was black as coal.

"I'm Rayburn. Heard you took a Marshal's woman?" He asked Bonner. Bonner eyed the big man suspiciously. "Was she any good?" He asked leering at him.

"Yeah, she was. Sweet as a peach." He smiled. "And just as juicy." He laughed. As he laughed, the young man struck him in the jaw, knocking him to the ground. Bonner jumped up and immediately hit the big kid in the belly. Jumping quickly to his feet, the kid grabbed Bonner and held his head in the crook of his arm. As he leaned down, he spoke.

"Get ready to get out of here, Bonner." Bonner tried to pull free of his hold, when suddenly there was an explosion on the east wall. The place was in chaos as three men road in with two horses. Bonner jumped onto the horse and began to follow the men out. The young man had climbed up onto the other horse. He road the steed hard towards the wall. But a lone shot rang out, bringing the man down. The horse buckled under his combined weight and the harsh yank on the reigns. Bonner did not look back. His only concern was to get out of there and fast.

To be continued.