[byline]

Our story starts out in a town called ‘Bitchville’ somewhere in western Kansas during the hay days of the wild old west. Bitchville is not an incorporated town but is know as Bitchville because, well it is simply filled with bitches. Beautiful but rough and tough no-nonsense women control the town. It is a safe haven where crimes committed elsewhere don’t matter. Crimes committed in Bitchville are a different story as we shall see. Males are allowed in but only under the conditions that the females allow. The story is primarily concerned with three of the most beautiful, meanest and toughest women in the town. They are:

BustyTiffany {Sheriff}	Kara {Saloon/Inn Keeper}	Francine {Outlaw}
36 years old	35 years old	27 years old
5'8" 135 lbs	5'7" 136 lbs	5'7" 133 lbs
38D-26-37	36C-24½-34½	34E-26-34

Let me introduce the three “ladies”:
BustyTiffany was the first on in town. She is the sheriff but perhaps in name only because many of her activities would be considered illegal elsewhere. It isn’t clear how she got the job. Rumors have it that she shot the previous sheriff or ran her out of town. She maintains the job by being the fastest gun with the quickness fists in the territory. She uses the law to her own benefit. “Crimes” in Bitchville are what she determines to be crimes. There are no Miranda rights here. The judge is afraid of her so BustyTiffany is the judge, jury and executioner. She has her own special cell where she dishes out punishment to those whom she particularly has it in. More rumors suggest that she is not above some sadomasochism there to get “violators” to confess or follow her orders. She is justifiably paranoid and always cognizant of those who might take her job as sheriff. The two biggest threats seem to be Kara and Francine. Then there is how she got the nickname of BustyTiffany. Many think it is because of her two biggest assets. Others think it is because she would rather bust you in the mouth than look at you. It wouldn't surprise me at all if BustyTiffany isn't figuring out a way to make Kara share her profits. Perhaps bribes so she doesn't shut her down and/or arrest her or maybe paying her for protection so outlaws and others don't rob her or break up the place. It would be so easy for Tiffany to form a "posse" to create havoc in the saloon and trash it completely.

Kara was the next to appear on the scene. She arrived in town as owner of the Kara’s Palace Inn/Saloon. It is really more of a saloon and brothel than an inn but Kara thins Inn sounds classier. She thinks she is the hottest, classiest woman in town and acts that way. No one is quite sure how it came about she became the saloon owner. Some say she won it in a card game. Kara must not be very lucky in love because she is super lucky at cards. Note that she has many places where some “extra cards” could be located, her cleavage for example. Not that I am suggesting she cheats. Others say she just plain outright shot the other owner and stole the deed. Still others said she beat the previous owner up and force her to relinquish ownership. I would put my money on beating up the other owner after “winning” the card game. It is clear she didn’t buy the saloon, oops inn, because she wasn’t so wealthy before owning the saloon and changing it’s name. Kara is now very wealthy with proceeds from the saloon, brothel (which she won’t admit), and card games. She acts like she is the only law within her saloon. You follow her rules or get thrown out or beat up or both even if you are the sheriff. Her safe is often full of cash but you might think twice about robbing it. Here that Francine? Kara is also one who is known for having her way with women who cross her or who she thinks are appealing. The only pairs of handcuffs are not just in Tiffany’s jail, not to mention whips and other paraphernalia that can be found in one of her “special rooms” on the second floor of the inn.

Last but certainly not least, Francine arrived in the territory. She is best described as an outlaw but can see the advantage of becoming sheriff. She has little regard for the law or for BustyTiffany at the moment. Francine operates alone for the most part. She says “partners just double cross you and shoot you in the back.” From what I have heard there is a certain validity to the charge that she is judging others by herself. Francine does occasional form a bunch of outlaws when she wants to pull off a big job. She sees a chance to form such a group as a posse if she were to become sheriff. She also sees the possibility of using the “saloon girls and whores” as a covert group for various nefarious activities. Not only does she have her eyes on Kara’s cache of money but also her saloon as she suspects Kara is already using her underlings for some robberies than have occurred which Francine did not do. She believes both being sheriff and saloonkeeper are lucrative careers.  Bribery payoffs and protection money are good sources for the sheriff and she knows full well the many ways Kara gets money form the suckers who frequent her saloon. No one knows exactly where Francine lives. It could be in town but most likely is some hideout outside of town. She is secretive about the location of her hideout and what occurs there. It is a place men and some women would like to be. Some people have claimed they have seen Francine riding off into the sunset with a woman all tied up and draped over her horse. Now why would she do that?

And now the story begins….
 

[BustyTiffany35]

Bitchville's one hell of a town. Small enough to go unnoticed by some of the larger towns which surround it, it's still got one hell of a reputation. Hence the name. It's a pretty tough place to try and make a decent living in. Then again, the people inhabiting this lil' town aren't exactly the 'decent' type, either. Everyone knows Bitchville's a safe haven for criminals and crooks and outlaws alike, but the general rule here is no men are allowed to stay. They can pass on by, stay a night or two, but they ain't staying here longer then that. Why? Cause they're too damn rowdy and way too reckless. Those wild boys can cause too much of a ruckus, draw too much attention cause they can't keep their guns holstered, and soon they're shooting up the whole place until there ain't no one left to shoot at, or state marshals come riding on by cause of all the noise they're makin'. Nobody wants that. So, it's only ladies that get to stay in Bitchville, and I do use that term loosely. These are some of the roughest, wildest, meanest women of the wild west, and they all decided to hole up in Bitchville. Most of them don't wanna be bothered, they're on the run from the law or someone else and just want a place to hide. I don't have a problem with those women, they can do whatever the hell they want as long as they're not interferin' in my business. Some of the other bitches here though, they actually wanna get something outta this town, and this town, as small as it may be, does make enough coin so that certain ladies can get real rich here. It's those bitches who I'm more concerned with. I keep those bitches in line, by keeping tabs on their little 'businesses', by offering protection for both their businesses and themselves. What am I protectin' them from? Why, each other, of course, as well as me. There ain't nothin' holdin' me back from tossing an unruly whore into my jail, and a lot of ladies livin' in Bitchville know a lot about my jail. See, I'm the Sheriff of this town, and NOBODY crosses me. Well, that's what WAS established..

For a few years now I've been the 'law' in this town, I've been keepin' things in line, keepin' the ladies living here in order. And there really is only one way to keep a town like this in order, and that's through my brand of justice. You step outta line, you get tossed in jail. What kinda lines shouldn't be crossed? Well, for starters, tryin' to think you're some kind of authority around here. Secondly, trying to make more money then me. I think you get the picture. You behave yourself like a good lil' girl and I won't be botherin' you. It's simple as that. I think you get the picture. However, some bitches just don't get it.

Take this Kara bitch for instance. She just moved in a month or two ago and already she's causin' a stir. Now, Kara's a sneaky lil' thing. She's been under my radar for a few weeks, getting that saloon of hers from the previous bitch who owned it. I don't know the particulars but I do know she did me a favor, I was plannin' on gettin' rid of the previous owner anyway. I also know exactly what's going on in there, that lil' 'Inn' idea was all Kara's and wasn't there before. Hell, I don't even mind what goes on in there, it's the simple fact that she ain't giving me a cut of that profit that's rilin' me up. She refused to have any protection from me, and keeps to herself, making a whole lot of coin in the process. Now I'm hearin' how she's actin' like she's the 'law' inside that there saloon. It's her world in there and no one crosses her. Ohh, that just irritates the hell outta me! Who does she think she is, stepping in here, setting up shop in MY town?? AND her business is really starting to pick up, which means her pile of dough is starting to get bigger by the day. That just can't happen in MY town..speaking of coin, I better go on and collect some that.

I head on over to the bank to collect some protection fees from the girls there when I realize there ain't a single person within the old building. Funny. I hear some rustling in the back room and move to it when something hard smashes into the back of my head from behind, and I collapse in a heap. Turns out, that 'something hard' was a chair, now broken in pieces. See what I was sayin' earlier about Bitchville being one hell of a town?

Now, I like to think that I'm somewhat of a level-headed gal'. I know how to keep my cool, just step back and let things be and see how things turn out. Most of the time, at least. But after this, I'm gonna lose it. See, I knew this bitch showing up in town would mean trouble. I just didn't act on it quick enough. I let her status grow, her reputation to spread, and pretty soon a lot of girls in town were starting to believe that Kara was the new 'Law' here. I'm still the Sheriff, but with Kara around, a lot of girls are startin' to get some crazy ideas that they can just do whatever the hell they want. Some of the girls have been actin' all rowdy, much more then usual, protection money ain't coming in on time. I've been tossing a few of these bitches in jail a lot more frequently in the past week then I've had to in the past few years, but this here takes the cake.

I come to a few moments later, properly trussed up, gagged and blindfolded. Lot's of rope wrapped around me, blinded and gagged by musty cloths..I'm bound pretty tight but I've been tied up plenty of times in the past and I know a thing about gettin' outta a bind like this. I realize that my attackers aren't in the same room with me, having robbed the bank and left minutes before, so I get to work. It take a while, with my hands bound behind me, but I manage to reach for the concealed knife in my boot and begin sawing at my knots..slowly, quietly, until finally the knots snap and the ropes loosen around my wrists. I tear off my blindfold, which happened to be my own banana, and look around. The other bank workers are trussed up like me as well, struggling on the floor of the backroom. I glance over to my right to see the vault door, wide open, not much cash left in there either. I sigh into my gag and pull it off as well, but I pause and gaze at it. It's a pink handkerchief. Pink..I shake my head and tuck the handkerchief into my belt, and set to work on freeing myself. Getting up, I place my white cowgirl hat atop my flowing, wavy, platinum blonde mane, and adjust my tight white mini-skirt and corset. I move to the front of the bank, ignoring the bound tellers and manager, smoothing out my fishnets and adjusting the shiny gold Sheriff Star pinned over my left breast, while my white knee-high boots tap noisily over the wooden floor. I tie my bandana around my neck when I realize that the robbers stole my holster and six shooters! Darn varmints! Well, at least my lasso and handcuffs are still intact, hanging on my low-slung black leather belt. As I step onto the main floor, I glance over at a mirror hanging on the wall and notice something else. I take a step closer, gazing at my reflection, deep green eyes widening. There's a rosy lipstick mark on cheek and forehead..I narrow my eyes and wipe the marks off my face, moving angrily out of the bank. Those skanks, how dare they! Robbing MY bank then making a mockery outta me!

It's pretty dark now as I step out onto the dirt trail and immediately my glare turns to Kara's saloon down the road. I bite my lower lip and fume. I know I can't really prove that she's behind this, but i sure as hell know that she is. I just do! Plus there's this pink handkerchief used to gag me. I have an idea as to who it may belong to, whether it's Kara herself or one of her saloon girls. It's gotta belong to one of those girls, all they wear is pink, so someone from there must be behind this here heist. Whatever the case my be, I'm gonna get some answers from that lil' blonde minx, and I'm fixin' on doing that right this instant! I move toward the saloon, shoving through the swinging doors. The place is pretty lively, as it usually is at this time. Immediately, all eyes turn onto me. Some startled, others envious, some even lusty..I ignore them all, instead moving to the bar. The busty, gorgeous redhead who's practically falling out of that slinky dress tosses me a smirk as she wipes down a few shot glasses.

"Well well well, if ain't Sheriff Busty. How can I help ya', honey?"

I narrow my eyes at her, leaning on the counter top of the bar. I don't like that smirk on her face..

"Where's your boss?"

She pauses, licking her lips when suddenly her attention is drawn to the front of the saloon. I blink and follow her gaze, expecting Kara. Instead, I see someone else..she's a new girl, actually. Lovely and fierce, she's armed and well-endowed, my eyes stare at her to try and match a name to that gorgeous face.. My eyes then widen. That's Francine, one of the most infamous outlaws runnin' about in these parts! What's she doing here in my town..suddenly, the bartender's hand touches my own gloved hand and my attention is drawn back to her. I narrow my eyes at her smiling face, and she nods over to a side door behind the bar.

"Follow me, honey. Kara's office is in the back.."

I take a moment to size up the redhead, who's friendly smile unnerves me. I nod and move beside her as she opens the door, then I blink as she wraps an arm around my waist. She tosses me a smile and a I blush a bit as we move through the door. Right before we disappear into the back, I take another glance back at Francine. I'll deal with her later. First, Kara and I have to discuss a few pressing matters..

[peccavi]

Lot of fun and well written, a real laugh. Thank you all of you.

But, please, kara, pink might be feminine, it is also very hard to read, Can you please change the font colour?

Jenn

[BustyTiffany35]

"No, we wouldn't want that at all.."

I all but hiss as I reach down to take out my concealed knives in my boots. I slip them out but while I'm leaning over, I feel your bartender (who's arm is still wrapped snugly around my waist) lightly caress my backside. I blush and stand upright, turning to her with a scowl on my face. She simply grins at me, a bit of a lusty undertone to that smile, and holds out her hand expectantly for me to give the knives to. I frown and give her my weapons, leaving my lasso and cuffs as the only items on my being. I give her another look before I turn around and glare at you now, seeing that sweet smile on your lips. I take a seat in a wooden chair in front of your desk, crossing my legs and eying you carefully.

"There's been a robbery at the ol'bank just now. Pretty much cleaned the place out. But then again, I suppose you would know something about that.." I glance down at the side of my belt, and reach for a pink handkerchief that hangs there. It's the same handkerchief that was used to gag me. I hold it out for you, then toss it onto your table, leaning back in my chair. "The girls that robbed the place got the jump on me, left me trussed up in the vault..and gagged me with that. Now, I didn't see who them rowdy girls were, but I do know you've got a mighty big affection for anything pink..kinda adds up, now doesn't it, darlin'? Mind explain' what exactly is going on?"

[BustyTiffany35]

I grind my teeth as you blow me off, watching you rise from your seat.

"Hmph, you accusin' me of stealin'? Bitch you bein' robbed ain't a crime--it's what ya deserve! And I WISH it was me who robbed ya, but I got a whole town to look after to even have time to be thinkin' bout that safe of yours."

Furrowing my brow, I watch as you stride toward the door. I rise from my seat as well, shoving my back chair so it scrapes loudly along the wooden floor. I whirl around and manage to grab your arm, yanking you back into the office before you can leave. We glare hotly at each other as my fingers begin to squeeze on your arm.

"How dare you speak down to me, ya dumb cow! Don't think for one darn' second that you're gonna be throwin' me outta this dump of a saloon! As IF you could, anyway! Now, I ain't done questionin' ya, and I just KNOW you sent some of your bitches out to rob MY bank, so save us both the trouble and fess up, before I embroider MY initials all over your backside!"

[T aka Tony]

Very Cool!

T

[BustyTiffany35]

"Ughh!"

I let out a gasp as your arm is yanked from my grip, grunting a second later as your knee slams up into my abdomen. I double over and stagger back a few steps, stumbling into the chair I sat on a few moments ago. I watch as you storm out of your office, eyes flaring in anger as I compose myself. I shove the chair back and give chase, my lasso and cuffs tapping noisily at my hip. I storm out of the office and look about, seeing you heading toward the stairs. I quickly reach out and grab a handful of your blonde hair, tightening my fist and yanking your head back so  you fall back against me. I hiss into your ear as I hold your head.

"We aren't done yet, ya lil' TRAMP! Get your ass back in here!"
 
I wrap one arm around both your arms and yank them back as well, while keeping a tight grip on your hair. I struggle to pull you back into the room, but you begin to wildly buck and thrash about and that causes quite a bit of commotion around the 'Palace'. I glance over the railing to see many eyes darting up nervously and curiously at the two of us wrestling about. I also see the lovely lil' outlaw, Francine, having a drink of rye at the bar. From this angle, it appears the register's wide open, with a few bills missing. The kid's the closest to the register, as well. I turn my attention back onto Kara, hissing into her ear as I drag her back into the office.

"Looks like I'm gonna have to take ya in, missy! You're gonna be spendin' a long time in my jail. And, I got a special lil' cell just for you! Now, hold still, ya skank!"

[peccavi]

Kara the larger font size is a big help thank you

[BustyTiffany35]

"Hush, now.." I hiss into your ear, abruptly releasing your hair to clamp my gloved hand over your mouth. Pulling your head back against my shoulder, I plant my glossy lips to your ear and continue, "your lil' plan ain't gonna work, bitch. You're gonna find out that things work a lil' differently in this town. Not gonna be able to hold ya? Hah, sugar, I've held lil' bitches like you in my jail for very long periods of time. And I didn't exactly have nearly as much conclusive evidence to keep them bitches there as I do in this case, either.." I pause as I get a deep whiff of your perfume..it tingles my senses..I blink and ease my grip on you a bit before whispering. "..not evidence? Please. That handkerchief is the ONLY evidence that you were there, or at the very least, had something to do with this. Now, whether you are directly involved or one of your saloon sluts were robbin' the joint, that handkerchief is good enough evidence for me."

I untangle my arms from around you, spinning you around slowly to face me. Licking my lips, I tip my hat back and fold my toned arms over my ample chest, glaring into your eyes.

"Peaceably, hmm? Alright darlin', we can be civil about this. I'll even spare ya the humiliation and not cuff and tie you up, and drag ya through your own saloon. Ya got a back entrance we can sneak through?"

[BustyTiffany35]

I look over you as we stroll down the dusty street, my eyes wandering casually over your figure as you saunter in front of me. I may hate your guts, but even I have to admit you've got quite a figure on ya', one that's alluring enough to cause me to stare. I lick my lips and watch that luscious backside sway with every step, my mind wandering from the task at hand as a cool shiver runs down my spine. If it wasn't for that bitchy attitude and snappy mouth, you'd actually be more of an attractive lady. Well, I suppose now's the best time to straighten this vixen up. As we approach the jail, I slow my pace and move toward your back. I notice you go stiff for a second, anticipating the worst. I grin evilly and simply place my hands on your arms, pulling you gently to me as I lean in to whisper into your ear.

"Now, I'm startin' to realize that you don't know how this lil' town works. You seem to believe there's some sort of system that works similar to all the other towns you've holed up. Bitchville ain't like those other towns, sugar. This, is my town. And the rules are simple.."

I squeeze your arms and tilt my lips closer to your ear to hiss..

"..do not fuck with me. Understand, sweetie? You don't cross me, and I won't even think about botherin' ya. I make up all the rules here, and if I think you oughta stay locked up in my jail then baby, I don't need much more evidence then that pretty handkerchief ya got tucked away in your cleavage to keep ya' there.."

I start to pull your arms back, holding them there with my left hand while my right reaches for my lasso..

"Here's the thing, sugar. The girls in your saloon have been gettin' rowdy. Real troublesome. Causin' all kinds of ruckus all over my town. Now, whether you've sent them off to do all that or they're doing it on their own accord, it don't mean a damn to me right now. I'm holdin' you responsible for those bitches and they've been outta line for quite sometime. Which means you're gonna be properly punished for their actions. I was gonna just tie you up to the train tracks outside of town, but I figured a girl like you, deserves somethin'..special.."

I start to wrap my thick ropes around your hands when I glance up over your shoulder at the WANTED poster posted on the front of my jail. I smirk as I recognize the gorgeous face that's printed on the poster, reading the bold print beneath her picture: FRANCINE: WANTED ALIVE. $50,000.

"Hmm. Ya know sugar, that kid Franny is at your saloon right now. I think I may be headin' back there after I drop you off here to collect on that bounty.."

[BustyTiffany35]

"AH! Why ya' lil--"

My toe is throbbing from you stomping on it suddenly, and my cheek is burning from the spot where my own rope was whipped across it. But all that means little to me as I now have a derringer pressed against my temple. The lil' minx is quicker then she looks.. I glare daggers at her as she directs me to the chair across the room, and I grind my teeth as I have no other option but to do what she says. I raise my hands in the air and move to the chair, feeling the barrel of her gun pressing against my lower back. I shoot her another fierce glare over my shoulder as I endure her calling me a cow and a heifer, hissing back, "I'm gonna make ya regret ever saying that, ya lil' bitch!"

I take a seat on the chair with an annoyed huff, crossing my legs and folding my arms below my chest. But I yelp as you yank my hands back and bind them together behind the chair's back. I tilt my head over my shoulder, glancing over at you as you tie me up..shaking my head and blushing a little as I cannot believe this tramp's gotten the better of me..Once you have my hands secure, I pull at them hard, but the knot stays steady.

"You enjoy this as much as ya can, bitch. Cause ya ain't gonna get away with it--MPPHH!!"

Before I know it, the tramp's rubbing her sweaty, smelly pink handkerchief all over my face!! That bitch! My head tilts back and shakes from side to side to escape her rubbing that silk, damp cloth over my face, but as I start to yell and scream she shoves it into my gaping mouth, gagging me. I let out a muffled growl as I watch you storm out of my jail. "MMphh! NNGH!" I yell after her, but the handkerchief muffles my cries. With a deep sigh, I slump my shoulders and shake my head and take a few moments to collect myself, shutting my eyes and breathing in deeply. I can't believe that whore has me tied up and gagged like this, I never even saw it coming! What a bitch..and now she's off to confront Francine..she was in such a hurry to get back to her office that I don't think she put a lot of effort in securing my knots..I glance over my shoulder and begin pulling my hands and rolling my wrists in an effort to loosen my knots..Well, maybe it's a good thing that vixen didn't spend a few extra minutes securing me properly to this chair, or worse, she didn't toss my ass into one of the empty cells..I'd be here all night if that were the case! And what a dumb broad, she only bound my hands together, sloppily I might add, and didn't even bind me to my seat. This oughta take a few seconds..nngh..Mmphh! There!

My lasso drops onto the floor behind me as I release myself from my binds. I spit out the handkerchief and furrow my brow, glaring at the open door of my jail. I snatch up my lasso and get up. Stepping out into the cool night once again, I see the curvy little saloon owner striding toward the Pink Paradise. She's got a good headstart but I don't necessarily need to catch up to her to catch her. I take my lasso, run forward a few steps, and begin whirling the rope over my head. I aim down at my target, squinting my eyes, whirling the rope high above my head, timing this just right--THERE!

"HA! Didn't think ya can get rid of me that easily, now did ya, bitch!?"

I yell out as the lasso sails through the air and lands perfectly around Kara's shoulders, pinning her arms to her sides! I hear her yelp out in shock, and using that moment of surprise I yank on the lasso to tighten it around her arms, before I pull down on the rope even harder, causing the bitch to fall backward and land on the dirt ground. I then begin to pull her toward me, dragging her through the dirt and dust, smiling evilly as she wiggles and writhes helplessly in my snare. I quit pulling her and collect my end of the rope, watching her sit up and strain to free herself. I quickly wrap a few more feet of rope around her arms and ample breasts,  completely immobilizing her upper torso. Then, sinking my hand in her hair, I pull her up onto her feet and spin her around. I look into your eyes, so wide and filled with shock and anger. I smirk at you and step in close, wrapping my toned arms around your waist.

"I told ya I'm lockin' your ass up in jail. And cause of that lil' stunt ya pulled back there, ohh you better believe you're gonna be spendin' a real long time in my cell, sweetheart.."

I hoist you up onto my shoulder with ease. You're a bit heavier then I expected you to be, but not at all troublesome to carry. I turn around and carry you back into my jail, disappointed that it's night and no one's around to witness this rather humiliating scene. Humiliating for you, you've been so arrogantly defiant to me and now look at you, all trussed up and ready to be locked up. I should just turn around and parade ya like this back at your saloon..I think better of it though, I continue walking into my jail. I move over to one of the small cells in the back, reserved for the minor troublemakers running about in town. I don't got time to lock ya up in my "special cell" just yet, but I will definitely be returning. The cell I carry you into is small but it's enough to hold at least three or four women within it at a time, and there's a big enough bench with a nice leather cushioning attached to it hanging on the back wall. I dump you on it, and before you can even begin to struggle out of your ropes, I grab another handful of your hair, yank your head back, and shove that dampen handkerchief that you stuffed into my mouth right down into your open, gaping mouth. I grin wickedly at you, pulling your face close to mine.

"Awww, don't ya look adorable like this! Don'tcha worry, sugar, you won't be alone in this cell for too long. I'm bringin' ya a cellmate in a lil' bit to keep ya company.."

I lean in and plant a kiss on your forehead, then shove your head into the cushioned bench. Getting up, I saunter over to the cell door and move through it, slamming it shut. Adjusting my cowgirl hat and snatching up another riata from my desk, I attach it to my belt and saunter on out of the jail. Now, it's time to fetch Francine. What turned out to be a disastrous night is proving to be quite profitable. Not only am I going to straighten that little bitch Kara up but now I get to collect on an elusive, plentiful bounty as well. My grin lights up as I move in through the back entrance that Kara and I used to leave her saloon. As I move up the outside stairs to get back to the second level I wonder if the kid is still at the bar, or perhaps she's moved somewhere else on the floor. I know the second floor landing will give me a great view of everything on the main level so I'll be able to spot the raven-haired vixen quite easily. I move in unnoticed and re-enter Kara's office--to find Francine sleeping peacefully on a pink, comfy lounge! I do a double-take to make sure it ain't any of Kara's other whores but it really is the outlaw, sleeping quite comfortably. My eyes light up and the biggest grin surfaces on my glossy lips as I pull my riata from my belt, moving toward the sleeping outlaw beauty. This IS my lucky night! I think to myself as I kneel in front of her, realizing she must be passed out from the booze she was downing back down at the bar. The kid can't hold her liquor. Hmph, all the better for me..she's pretty cute, too, must be a wildcat as well. Gotta be careful..the prettier they are the more trouble that means they'll provide. I made the mistake of underestimating that bitch Kara and she managed to get a gun in my face..well, she's now locked up in my jail, so it all turned out great! Looking over the passed out Francine, I quickly flip her onto her stomach, and pull her hands back..

[BustyTiffany35]

I roll the dark-haired vixen onto her stomach, the snoozing beauty soundly asleep and completely unaware of my presence. I pull back her arms, pressing them down against the small of her back while I uncoil my riata. I think to myself with a smirk on my face that this is gonna be mighty easy--

"OWFF!"

The bitch was playin' possum! She's wide awake now, and in a blink of an eye the kid springs up and thrusts herself against me! In a slightly crouched position, it's easy for me to lose my balance, and I do completely. I topple backward, letting go of the coiled rope while letting out a loud grunt as Francine lands right on top of me. I let out a moan as the back of my head bounces on the floor, the hard rug doing little to soften my rough landing. I growl as she rolls off of my prone body, shaking the cobwebs loose, my cowgirl hat toppling off my wavy, waist-long platinum mane. I sit up and manage to get to my feet, instinctively reaching for my six-shooters..but I hiss in frustration as I remember they ain't there, Kara's girls still have em!

Before I know it, however, Francine's plowing into me! The lil' whore TACKLES me back onto the couch, my voice yelping loudly as her hands are in deep in my hair! She yanks my head back as she takes a seat on my lap, and pulls my head against the back of the couch. I let out a moan, but regain my bearings quickly. Ignoring the screaming stinging pain in my scalp, I thrust both my hands into her chest, my claws stabbing into her firm, massive tits. I squeeze on those heavy tits while trying to shove her off of me, bucking my hips forward to throw her off-balance. It works, and she goes tumbling off of my legs--but unfortunately for me, she's still gripping onto my hair! The little brat is holding on as she topples off my legs, and I'm thrown forward as she lands back on the ground! I fall down on top of her, my knees on either side of her waist, hands and claws still buried in her breasts, my flowing thick hair still in her grasp. With a loud cry, I throw my head back, freeing my hair from her hands, and as I straighten up, I release her breasts but not without dragging my nails over them! Let her feel some pain for laying her hands on me! Then, I glare down at her and bring my right hand up, wanting to use it to smack it right across her pretty face!

[BustyTiffany35]

In between frantic, panicked gasps for air, my mouth shoots off loud, echoing cries of agony and frustration that bounce off the walls of Kara's pink office. I'm struggling and writhing within Francine's deadly scissors, struggling and straining with all my might to pry myself free from this wicked vixen's powerful legs and unrelenting grips! My scalp is stinging hard and my ankles are pinned together, but that barely counts as an annoyance in comparison to the aches and pains that my breasts and ribs are suffering thru! Damn this bitch's legs are really strong! Every turn and twist of my trapped body causes her to double her grasp over me, increasing my wailing screams! I shut my eyes tight and grind my teeth as she yanks back on my flowing hair, feeling so utterly trapped but determined to somehow break free. I can't let the "Destroyer" squeeze the life outta me, not like this, especially not in this place..I just have to get out!

I try as best as I can to ignore the tense throbbing her squeezing legs cause me and survey my options. She's really got me locked up tight and in an awkward position of which I can barely get any leverage, but my arms are still free to move about. With a deep breath, I push my head forward as best as I can to loosen her tight grip on my hair. It works somewhat, and soon she's struggling to keep a hold on my hair. I shake my head and rock my body from side to side until my hair is completely free of her hand. Then, with her hand free I reach up and grab hold of her wrist. I catch it, just barely, and i YANK on it. The sudden jerk in motion causes enough of a distraction for her to loosen her leg scissors on me. I breathe deeply again, feeling a bit faint but still in this fight, and I suddenly BUCK my hips and KICK my legs, bucking and thrusting wildly like an untamed bronco! My kicking legs manage to pull away from your other arm, and my wild squirming almost completely breaks your hold on me. With a loud cry I release your hand and turn away from you, trying to roll and crawl away from your legs completely.

Practically panting as I manage to escape you, I suck in deep breaths and get onto my hands and knees. I glance down and blink as my hands are leaning over my discarded lasso. Narrowing my eyes, I kneel upright--

[BustyTiffany35]

"UUGHH!! Darn it!, that really hurt, ya varmint!"

I cuss out loudly as the heavy cushion smacks me dead in the face, causing me to topple over onto my backside. In a daze I snatch up my lasso and  groggily get to my feet, rubbing my face and blinking rapidly to clear the cobwebs from my head. I'm fuming as I stand, glaring through narrowed eyes as I watch her dive over the couch before I can sling this here lasso at her. Stepping to the side to find a better angle, I smirk as I see Francine's tight little ass sticking up in the air as she's attempting to find something under the couch. Probably another weapon..well, she ain't gonna get a chance to do that once I string her up! I wait until she leans upright, then I raise my arm to whip my lasso at her--

"H-HEYY! What?! OOWFF!"

A snake-like whip abruptly coils sharply around my wrist and jerks my arm back! I'm caught completely off guard and crash right into the floor, dropping my lasso altogether while yelping out loudly as I land with a hard thud! Groaning, I crane my neck and try and turn around as best as I can to see what's ensnared me. Then, whomever got a hold of me begins dragging me by their whip, and I writhe on the floor as I'm dragged over it. I'm struggling to break free of the whip when a hand reaches down and sinks into my hair, causing me to gasp and then cry out painfully as it pulls sharply on my tresses. Moaning as this newcomer's other hand grabs my already captured arm roughly, I'm yanked and dragged to the edge of the room, my screams hollering loudly throughout the pink office. I finally manage to gain some leverage as she pauses in her dragging, and I manage to get onto my knees and look up at my new attacker. My eyes widen and my mouth gapes widely as I'm treated with yet another surprise.

"Kara!? But how'd ya break outta my jail!!"

She doesn't answer me just yet, but the scowl on her face tells me a different story. I scowl back at her and I manage to get to my feet while she continues to pull me along. She's got a good grip on my hair, and my arm is still in her grasp in addition to being wrapped up with her whip (wait, that's MY whip! That lil' bitch!) but she's having a bit of trouble now that I've managed to get my boots on the ground. With my free hand, I pull back, ready to smack the taste outta this whore's mouth--that's when Francine grabs that hand, grips some of my hair as well, and starts to pull on me as well!

"UUUGHH! What in blazes?!? Lemme--OOWW!! LEMME GO YA BITCHES!!"

I'm stuck between these two crazed vixens, feeling like the rope in a tug-o-war match. Back and forth I'm yanked between them, Kara's got a good grip on me but the kid Franny is not lettin' me go without a fight! The pain in my shoulders and scalp begins to build, and I'm trapped and unable to do much anything but be dragged and pulled between them. Then, in a burst of anger, just as Francine yanks me to her, I use that momentum to pull Kara along with me, grab hold of her wrist, and whirl her around to thrust her straight into the kid! The two collide into each other and topple back and away from me, freeing my arms and hair from their vicious grips. With a sigh I look the two bitches over. Franny's been knocked onto her ass and is glaring up at Kara, who's still on her feet but is just a bit wobbly. I run a hand through my hair, which is a mess, all wild and disheveled, and get my bearings together. Franny's taken a lot out of me in our lil encounter, and that tug-o-war tussle only hurt me even moreso. Those two want me bad, and if I continue to fight here the odds will definitely be stacked against me. But this hasn't been the first time I've went up against more then one bitch. I've taken on gangs before, all at once, four or five sluts at a time. There's only two here, though they may be crafty wildcats I think I can take em'.

I notice my cowgirl hat on the floor by my feet, and reach down and snatch it up, placing it atop my platinum blonde mane. Then, before Francine could haul her ass up, I charge at Kara, attempting to tackle her into the couch. I feel the whip is still wrapped tight around my right arm but I pay little attention to it as I smash into Kara and send her into the couch, me pushing her down into it and landing against her. I pull back and send a quick slap to her face, but before I can cause her any more damage, I whirl around and find Franny back on her feet. Peeling myself off of Kara, I move swiftly toward Francine, grabbing the kid's hair from behind her head, yanking and pulling her head in all directions. I get my left leg just behind her left calf, then push my free hand against her tits, trying to trip her back onto the floor--

[BustyTiffany35]

"UGHH! NGGH! OWW!"

Darnit, this bitch can really slap hard! My face is stinging with every hard slap, my head rocking from side to side. Whenever I try to bring my hands up to defend myself she yanks my hair back until the back of my head thuds against the hard floor, and I moan in pain, lowering my palms to open my face up for another round of slaps. My face snaps to the side and my whole body turns as well following one of Francine's more vicious smacks, and that's when the night's rough and tumble action begins to wear down on me. The room is practically spinning and my moans are filling up the office space. I can't give up now, and there's no way I'm going to let the kid or the saloon bitch get me, but their string of attacks are really starting to add up. Nevertheless, I spring into action, and thrust my body up under Francine. Bucking up under her once more, I thrust my hips and arch my back, toppling her balance just as she's about to deliver another stinging slap. It works, and as she tries to balance herself her hand hangs awkwardly in the air. I quickly thrust my right palm up, and catch her in her gaping mouth! Smacking the bitch HARD, I thrust my body to the right and watch her roll right off of me. I stagger to my knees, more then a bit wobbly, while holding my aching cheeks in my right hand. That's when I notice the bullwhip, my bullwhip, still wrapped tightly around my wrist. I see Francine is trying to get to her hands and knees and with Kara most likely out of it behind me on the couch, I begin to uncoil the whip from my wrist..