"NNGHH!"
One minute I'm havin' one helluva staredown with this icy blonde, about ready to mix it up with this lil' blonde varmint. The next, I'm laying sprawled on the wet ground, dazed, hurtin' a lil, and utterly confused! I don't know what hit me, but whatever came hollerin' thru the darkness and rain struck me hard enough to send me off my feet and into the ground. Before I can even scramble to my hands and knees something heavy is tossed over my head, covering my entire body completely! I feel my lasso jerked free from my belt as well, swiftly stolen from me as I struggle with the thick blanket that was tossed over my head, face and body. Now even more shocked by the turn of events, I frantically get to my knees, only to have the blanket close in all around me! I gasp, as someone is wrapping me up in this darn blanket, and I feel my own lasso being wound up around me, pinning the blanket against my body! My arms are pinned down to my sides and my legs are pinned together as the lasso wraps all around my concealed figure..I can't even call out as the blanket presses against my face and mouth! In my panicked state I feel hands gripping me and tossing me over the saddle of a horse, and in moments I'm whisked off into the rainy night!
I figure whoever had captured me has been ridin' for about a good hour. With the heavy blanket covering my head and face, along with the rest of my trussed up body, I can't even keep track of where we're going. I only occasionally squirm and struggle over the saddle of the horse I'm bent over, unable to even call out for help even if I wanted to. I've been in a tensed, bewildered and downright angry mood for the past hour as well as I try and figure out who it was who got the drop on me. Maybe that blonde had a friend waitin' in the wings, maybe she was in fact Mistycats and her and Lexibabe got the drop on me and were takin' me to their hideout! I think a lil harder, remembering even in the mix of events that led up to my capture that the blonde also got knocked down into the dirt..It was only for a brief moment, but right before this damn blanket was thrown over my head I saw the blonde laying by her horse. It couldn't be her who captured me..which must mean it was that damn horse Indian horse thief! It had to be her, she slipped into the night only to come back and catch me..but why?
That question burns to my very core and repeats itself over and over in my head when suddenly the horse stops, and I hear some talking around me. A moment later, and hands grab at me, grabbing at the thick blanket, lasso and the rest of my body. I jerk about and squirm as I'm taken off the horse and carried for a few feet. My squirming is frantic and wild as I'm brought into an enclosed space, then I'm dumped unceremoniously onto the floor, my groans muffled by the blanket. I'm still squirming and kicking my legs out as the hands begin to unwrap me from the blanket and lasso..then, just as the blanket is cleared from my face, I explode into action, reaching out blindly, frantically to grab at my captors or kick my boots at any of them.
My captors are ready, unfortunately, and the moment I rush at them they quickly grab my wrists and ankles, preventing me from really lashing out. I struggle furiously with them as they try and keep me on the ground, and at the same time I realize there's four of them and they're all women. Each of them are a bit smaller then me as well, probably not as strong as I am, either, but they're all just as rough and wild and there's four of them which means I'm in a heap of trouble if I don't act fast enough! I struggle mightily against them, and for a spell the five of us struggle wildly on the dusty floor, me wrestling against four fillies who's only concern is to restrain me! They grab and hold me, but I squirm free and shove them away. They grab my legs and arms but I turn and twist so they can't hold me longer then for a few moments. I roll around on the ground with some of them, and they pile on top of me angrily. Pushing one away by kicking my leg out, tossing another right over thrashing body, pushing myself up onto my knees in a frantic scramble. I make it to my feet even as the other two pull at my arms, but then one leaps onto my back, and another grabs at my hair flowing down my back from under my cowgirl hat and I let out a scream. A hand clamps over my mouth and I moan in dismay as I'm dragged onto the floor again, brought down to my knees. Arms wrap around me, pulling my own arms back and pinning my hands behind me. I squirm and struggle but there's just too many of them..they clutch my limbs back behind me and keep me firmly on my knees, making sure I can barely squirm, when they grab my lasso and other thick ropes and begin to truss me up! I moan into one of the girl's hands as they tie my wrists together tightly, encircling a rope around my waist and bind my tied hands to that rope as well. My thick, shapely thighs are bound together as well as my ankles and calves. More rope is wrapped around me, wound firmly around my throat, shoulders and above and below my firm breasts. As they tie me up, my mind suddenly fills with memories of my few visits to the Silk Stocking Girls clubhouse, memories of those brats doing almost the same thing that these women have just accomplished: ganging up on me, wrestling me down and tying me up tight. Of course, then they would haul me off to one of their 'playrooms'.. It's at that moment that I take in my surroundings. I notice that I've been taken into some kind of large tent. I then take finally look more closely at my captors: they're all Indians, all dressed similarly in their Native garbs with their flowing dark hair done up in single braids. I struggle against them again, which only encourages the girls tying me to tighten their knots. The one Indian gripping my hair and handgagging me finally releases my mouth, and after a brief moment I start to curse out angrily.
"Let me GO! Are ya'll crazy!? I'm a damn Sheriff, a lady of the law! Ya'll can't do this to me! Ya'll in some deep shit ya hear--MMPHHH!!"
My loud screams are cut off abruptly as one of the Indians takes my own bandanna knotted about my neck and covers my mouth with it, gagging me effectively as they tie the ends of it behind my head! In a rage I shake my head and try and yell out anyway, but the gag muffles my screams. After they've finished binding me, one of the girls slips her nimble hands around my waist..and finds my six-shooters holstered up at my hips. She pulls the guns out easily, examining them thoughtfully before putting them away out of my view. The four girls then turn me around on my knees, to face the entrance of the tent. I've been thoroughly subdued, roughed up, wrestled down, and bound and gagged so firmly that I can barely move. My heart races in my chest as the thought of being captured and taken prisoner sinks in. I wonder in my panicked state of mind what exactly do these Indian bitches want with me.. that's when the door to the tent pulls back, and my eyes narrow...
(Over to ya, Brook)
