"You f-cking freaks!" I screeched at my two assailants, "I'll destroy you both!"
"C'mon, tie her up faster!" my primary assailant commanded her stupid oafish henchman.
"HEY!" I shrieked when he forced my arms around a metal pole to tie my elbows together.
"Stop moving, b-tch!" the dirty blonde broad said while she tied my ankles together.
"OWWWW!" I howled and tried to turn to look at the guy, but I couldn't, "You're both c-nts!"
"I said to stop moving!" the woman slapped my butt without even looking at me.
"Untie me!" I curtly ordered them because I was mad, "Motherf-ckers, let me go!"
"If you don't shut up, I will gag you with my panties," the b-tch snarled at me, "I mean it!"
"Listen to me, f-ckwad! My daddy owns this ranch and is going to be super pissed off when—"
"That does it!" the blonde quickly stepped out of her bright pink panties, "I warned you!"
"GOMPH!" she pushed her underwear into my mouth, filling my lips with disgusting flavors.
"You wouldn't listen to me, you f-cking wh-re!" she said while using a yellow bandana to trap the stuffing in my mouth and knotting the cleave gag, "Now, you're paying the price."
"Mmmm mmm mmmmm!" I threatened to goat rope that slimy menace.
"Let's leave this rubbish behind," the dirty blonde turned and walked away from me.
"GMMMMMMMMMMM!" I called after them, but the gag stifled my exclamations.
They used thin, twine-like rope, probably sisal, and it pinched my arms together in an ultra rough manner. They only used four of the skin-slashing ropes, but damn they placed them well. Right above my elbows was the most uncomfortable of them all because of how it forced my shoulders to curl back around the metal support post. The pinch was terrible, but I was determined to fight back and save my father's ranch from these desperados.
Daddy raised his little girl to never back down in the face of danger. Being torqued to a pole did not mean I was powerless. Channeling that energy helped me to start fighting back and putting a dent in some of this ropework. The tightness and pinching didn't mean I had to stand here and be a doormat. There were horses to rescue from a conniving little sh-t and her dimwitted brother.
How dare she call me a wh-re! She was the one wearing a sexy denim miniskirt, something that I knew would be ravishing on me and instantly form a lump in the men's shorts. My shorts were tight blue denim, but that wasn't wh-rish. I had a better figure, better hair, a better personality, a prettier face, and a superior ability to flirt with the guys. More importantly, I'm a better rancher!
The weasels had tied me savagely, but nothing could top the wretched gag. Those panties were quite ripe and a thoroughly disgusting affliction. I desperately pushed my tongue against them in a concerted effort to get them out of my mouth. The tightly knotted bandana cut into my cheeks and shoved that wad of fabric deep into my mouth. Nothing tastes nastier than the panties of a miserable old crone who masturbates for her only action. I could see the smug grin underneath the purple bandana which she'd used to mask herself.
She had a pathetic outfit, really. That skirt, the black cowboy boots and black cowboy hat, and her pastel yellow long-sleeve tee made her look thoroughly like a cringey internet edge queen, a walking meme that gets blasted with laughing emojis. Her eyes were stereotypically a gray blue unlike my baby blue eyes that looked almost infantile. It must be a miserable existence being so astonishingly insufferable. Her goon had to be a brother to tolerate her self-aggrandizement.
You would not believe how much shimmying I did to free my arms from being wrapped around that metal pole more tightly than my local Japanese restaurant wraps their sushi. That cord was chopping me to bits for sure. I squatted and jumped so high my brown cowboy boots clomped on the floor and shook, but I was bloody determined to win and stun those motherf-ckers. The number of times I grunted "HMPH!" would make your head spin.
When the elbow rope slipped off, I knew I had won the first battle of the day, but I still needed to twist and fight to get my wrists free. Thankfully, I got one of my nails into the knot and picked it out; good thing I hadn't trimmed my nails! With some more effort, I slipped the infernal, terrible thin material off my arms. There was no thought into my next step: unknot the yellow bandana and pull that b-tch's underwear out of my mouth. Gosh, it tasted terrible! I pulled the ropes off my ankles and thighs so quickly that they made whipping sounds.
"One down; two to go," I muttered to myself, determined to avenge my humiliating indignity. In my boots, a pair of increasingly sweaty cotton tubes were eagerly awaiting their next home, right in that b-tch's big, fat, arrogant, mouth! The hard part was neutralizing the lumbering henchman, because he could keep me bound and gagged with his raw grip. I wouldn't screw that goon if he were the last guy on the whole f-cking planet; in fact, I'd kick him between the legs! If that's the last hope of humanity, then humanity be damned because he deserved to die a virgin.
Without further ado, I charged over to the cabinet and took out coils of rope and a roll of blue vet wrap. Oh, was I hot, and I wanted to turn that conniving snake into a pretzel. Part of me longed for the old days when horse thieves were hanged because I'd have put her in a strangle hogtie. It was a good thing I wasn't entirely rash because I certainly would have had blood on my hands in a parallel universe. Actually, if there is a parallel universe, there I did have blood on my hands.
Those two cowards had to be somewhere. A tug on my pink cowgirl bandana confirmed that my anxiety was increasing. Studying my arms revealed that the rope indeed had dented me as badly as it felt while I was bound. That settled it. I was determined to bind and gag that woman every bit as savagely as she'd bound me. Damned be the horse thieves! My eyes spotted the goon as soon as I stepped out of the minibarn and out onto the wide open rolling plains of the ranch. He was right where I needed him to be for my plan to work to perfection.
"Hey, f-ckwad, lookie here! I escaped!" I called for his attention at a distance, "Come get me!"
"Hey, Star! The b-tch got out of it!" the goon called for his boss because he was so inept.
"Come get a piece of me! C'mon, big boy!" I hollered for him again and blew a raspberry since I wanted to gall him with a heavy dose of immaturity and arrogance of their own kind.
"Get that girl! Since she won't stay put, we'll have to snuff her out," yelled the blonde b-tch.
"Why you little wannabe cowgirl!" the goon then charged after me, "It's game over for you!"
Terror filled my heart when I realized that these people really did want to kill me and that I had a wee bit of a problem now. My only escape was the minibarn, so I went back into the tight space in the hopes that the goon would follow me. Sweat was pouring off me, and my heart raced like a performance bike. What was I going to do?! And then I had an idea and quickly went behind the door. As soon as the goon entered… BAM! I pushed him right into the metal pole, and that dropped him down cold. Without thought, I pushed his thankfully-still-breathing body into one of the aluminum cabinets and locked the door. Phew! That was a lot of work because he was a big, muscular guy. In a brilliant act of self-preservation, I texted 9-1-1 for help.
"Michael! Michael! What's going on over there?!" that wench Star called out to her accomplice.
"Michael's down for the count, and you're next," I stepped out of the minibarn with a lasso.
"Whoa!" the b-tch looked at me in shock, "I'll leave and never come back. Let me go!"
"Not a chance after what you did to me!" I snarled and let the lasso fly like a true cowgirl.
"Hey!" her gray eyes became wide as saucers when my rope wrapped her body, "Don't do this!"
"You have a lot of f-cking nerve, after what you did to me!"
I pulled that b-tch into my grasp, turned her around, and tied her arms in the nastiest position my mind could conceive, which meant I contorted her so that her twisted her arms and crossed them in between her shoulder blades and held that in place with a cruel network of ropes that created a harness. I also tied her ankles and her thighs together just like she'd tied mine.
She deserved every last bit of what I did considering she and her goon were the ones who walked into Daddy's ranch and thought they could just take it from him under his nose by kidnapping me in broad daylight. That pole was uncomfortable, and their ropes really put a new twist on the old expression "that bites." Unsurprisingly, Michael awoke and was hollering and slamming around in the cabinet, and Star had turned into a total coward and started begging for her freedom once I took off my boots and my socks. Those socks were ripe and ready to go in her mouth.
"Too late for you. I already called the police, but they'll need 15 more minutes to get here."
"What the f-ck is wrong with you?" my former kidnapper stared at my socks in horror, "NO!"
"But it was OK for you to jam your underwear in my mouth?!" I practically shrieked.
"I'm a kidnapper! That's different." Her logic was legally damnable, but that's another story.
"Eat up, you dumb wh-re!" I shamelessly pushed my rancid laundry into her mouth.
"GMMMMMM!" she twisted her face in a way that made the vengeful b-tch in my heart squeal with glee, but then the business side of me took over with cleave gagging and wrapping her with many layers of the blue vet wrap so had to suffer with my ripe toe cheese until the cops got here.
For the next 15 minutes, I silently watched the b-tch struggle until sirens could be heard…
The Cowgirl and the Horse Thieves
Duration of Film: Approximately 53 minutes
Saturday, July 03, 2021
| Featuring | Model Name | As |
|---|---|---|
| Alexandra Watkins | Kaci-Lee Masters | The Cowgirl |
| Kylie Svensson | Star Blue | Horse Thief #1 |
| Vincent Crane | Mike Clemons | Horse Thief #2 |
| Mary-Ann Jamison | Maddy Vee | Camera |
| Brooke Meeks | Pearl Posse | Camera |
"So, how do my tootsies taste?" I taunted Kylie while she sat on the floor of the minibarn.
"Gmmph," being Kylie, she grimaced, leaned back, and orgasmed, "MMMMMM!"
"Vince, it was hard to call you a f-ckwad and not get horny or giggle," I opened the cabinet.
"Are you horny now?" he asked me with a hopeful tone in his voice.
"Not right now, but maybe later," I responded and kissed his cheek.
"How'd you like to be tied to the pole inside that minibarn again," he turned on the husky voice.
"Ladies! We have a busy filming day ahead of us! Let's focus!" our boss and friend, Mary-Ann, reminded us of the task at hand, "Let's work out what we want for the next film."
Which meant it was time to free Kylie from her little prison. I'll see you around, my sweets!
With love, XO
Alexandra Watkins, J.D.