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Subject: HOLLY _COWGIRL BONDAGE
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Date: Tue, 23 Dec 2008 00:15:00 +0000
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ROUND UP
Holly is a cowgirl. She's been the mechanical bull riding state champion for
three years in a row taking great pride and amusement in putting all the local
boys to shame with her riding talents. At a stunning five foot three, the
spirited brunette always bragged that she had yet to meet a man who could give
her the thrill she experienced atop that bucking and heaving machine.
More than a few guys stepped up to her challenge only to be shot down before
getting anywhere close to first base. Two men in particular had gotten tired
of her brash attitude and figured it was time to take this girl down a couple
of notches. So it was with this intent that Carl and Luther waited behind the
local bar in their van, engine idling, masks pulled down tight over their
faces. They knew Holly liked to sneak out occasionally and have a private
smoke where no one could accuse her of corrupting her firm body with something
as unhealthy as a good unfiltered cigarette. Her vice would be her undoing.
She was easy enough to spot in her white hat and those tight, painted on jeans
thrust into her spiked, rust colored cowboy boots. Holly never had a chance to
light her match before she felt the rough hand clamp hard over her face. She
went to scream only to have a wadded rag stuffed into her mouth and stifle any
cry that might attract attention. Another man grabbed her around her kicking
legs and she felt herself lifted and carried backwards into the shadows.
The two men hustled the squirming girl into the back of the van, slid the door
closed and sat on top of her. They held her in the darkness listening for
anyone who might have seen the abduction. Satisfied with their ambush, they
quickly set to tying her up. Holly tried to wrestle as her arms were pinned
behind her. Lashed quickly at the elbows and wrists, she tried to kick out at
the man who was lashing her boots together. One of her heels connected with
Carl's chest sending him back. Carl shook it off and cinched her ankles tight
before slapping her hard across the face. Holly's head snapped around knocking
off her hat and almost freeing the rag wadded into her mouth. Luther came from
behind with another scarf and wrapped it fast over her lips, forcing the wad
deeper into her screams. He pulled the scarf tight and knotted it at the back
of her neck.
Holly fought for all she was worth, bucking and straining as the many lengths
of rope were wound around her massive breasts and slender waist. Before she
could tire of her fight, it was over. Carl made his way behind the wheel and
slowly pulled out onto the interstate. Luther pulled Holly into a stringent
hogtie and propped her up against the corner. Holly trembled in her bonds and
watched as the masked man ceremoniously placed her white cowboy hat back on
her head and took her by her face in his massive, gloved hand.
"You like riding those bulls, bitch? Well now you're gonna see what it's like
when a couple of bulls ride you."
Holly felt the tears well up in her eyes. Clamped in his grip, she shook her
head trying to speak. The gag in her mouth only worked its way deeper making
her sound ridiculous. She pleaded with her large eyes and watched as Luther
bent closer, the stench of cheap whiskey in her face.
"I don't understand a word you're sayin' stupid 'cause right now your mouth is
chewin' on the panties of the last girl that pissed us off."
Holly shuddered at the thought of some other girls underwear shoved in her
mouth and failed to hold back the tears that now ran down her face.
"You got a long ride ahead of you, bitch. You can sit there and ponder what
poor little cunt's gonna be chewin' on your panties next week."
And with that, Luther gave her another slap and made his way into the front of
the van. Holly looked around, taking in her situation with some hope of
finding a way out. There were no windows, the doors locked and her condition
made it impossible to do anything but squirm and cry. She made a valiant
effort to get loose again, convinced she could somehow muster her strength to
get loose of the cords that only got tighter with her every move.
Occasionally, Luther glanced back at their prize and laughed as she bucked and
wiggled from one end of the bare metal floor to the other. She certainly had
spirit, and these two men were going to enjoy breaking her. Holly felt the
road rumbling beneath her and listened as the sounds of the city faded into
the loneliness of empty interstate. She wondered why they had picked her, who
were they and where they were taking her. It was pointless to think of these
things because it did not matter. Kidnapped, bound and gagged with panties
stuffed in her mouth she surrendered to the panic of knowing she was going to
be raped by these two masked men. In her panic she found the strength to buck
and struggle for another half hour, screaming into her gag as she bumped and
rolled along the metal floor. The sweat of her hopeless struggle ran down her
face and soaked through her silk blouse to accent her bound curves. Her fear
was uncontrollable and she thought she would pass out from its influence over
her. She knew she had never been more frightened. That was until the van
finally pulled off of the interstate and stopped an hour later.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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