Befriended ranch women Helma Christina Peacemaker and Suzanne Joyspring and their handsome foremen George and Andy have sold some cattle for a good price at the cattle market near the railway station and are back to Christina's ranch to celebrate the deal with some good bottles of champain while their hands are partying at the saloon in Hostage Town. But rustler Lady Lilly Roper is chasing the two bossy ranch women and their rather wimpy foremen. The cowgirls and cowboys are taken by surprise, disarrayed and abducted to a remote place in the lowhills. The ranch woman have to hand over the cattle money and their two foremen are forced to tie up and to gag their lordlike female bosses and soon join them in tight and humiliating bondage.
The bound and gagged ranch women and their foreman are left behind in complete distress and humilation, struggling in vain against their tight bonds and sever gags....
"MMMMMMMH. UMMMMMMPH. MMMMMMMMMGGGGGH.
Four white settlers have been captured during an Indian's assault on a wagon treck. There were in the last wagons and couldn't manage to join the barricade. Now they are tightly tied up at the stake in the middle of the Indian's village while most of the Indian warriars have left to fight against the remaining settlers. Even without being guarded the powerless whiteyes are unable to free themselves and only can hope that some of their fellow settlers come to their rescue...
It was in the seventies. My girl friend Chrissy was about 11 and I was 10 years old and we were watching TV on a Sunday afternoon in hot summer. It was the German wild west movie "Old Surehand" and in this film a girl and her boyfriend were captured by some Indians and were both tied up to the stake. While being bound to the stake they did some love talk and at the very moment Chrissy took my hand into her hand and she snuggeld up to me and it seemed she was very thrilled watching this sequence and I was, too. The next morning we were talking with our class mates Rita and Karl about the film and they had the idea to play Cowboy and Indians in the nearby woods after school. Chrissy and I we agreed with delight and it was decided that Chrissy and I should dress up as cowgirl and cowboy and Rita and Karl as Indians as each of us had still the matching carnival costumes. It was decided that Chrissie and I should penetrate in the woods where Rita and Karl where hiding and that we should try to capture each other. Chrissy and I had revolver belts and Rita and Karl had some plastic tomahawks and spears. So Chrissy and I penetrated into the woods very carefully, trying to spot the two Indians. We were really thrilled and then, suddenly, Karls and Rita were behind us and told us to surrender:
"Hugh. Palefaces. Hands up. You're our prisoners."
Chrissy and I raised up our hands and then our captors approached and took our revovers out off our holsters so that we were completely disarmed. Chrissy raised up her hands even higher and played the helpless female:
"Oh. Please. Don't kill us. What, what will you do with us?"
"Hugh. White squaw and wimpy paleface will be bound to the stake! Move! Move!
It was the absolute delight for all of us. Chrissy and I we enjoyed it really to be the helpless captives and Rita and Karl had fun to have us at their complete mercy. We had to move in front of them with our hands raised up for a while and then we arrived to a place where they had deposited a coil of rope. We had to cross our hands behind our buttocks and they tied up our wrists and then they decided to gag us with our own scarves as palefaces where always talking with splitted tongue so that we were not allowed to talk. Then we had to stand against a tree and several loops of rope were wounded tightly around our chest, belly and legs so that we were tied up very close one to the other. I felt Chrissy's tender and soft body pressed against mine and it was the absolute delight, even better as in the film we had seen. Rita and Karl made a great show, they danced around our stake a weird war dance and then they started to fondle and to molest us, caressing us with their plastic tomahawk and they insulted us as white weaksisters and wimpy whiteys. Chrissy and I we moaned and whimpered into our gags and then our Indian captors started to collect some firewood and put it around our feet. It was really realistic and Chrissy and I got kind of really scared as Karl put out some matches and lighted up the first one. All in all Chrissy and I we spend some two hours at the stake and as there was no Old Surehand to free us and finally our Indian captors told us that we had had our lesson and that we should never again dare to enter into their territory without permission and then we were freed and we went all out of the wood. It was a great game and we decided that we would do some other games at other occasions. Later on I accompanied Chrissy to her home and she gave me a kiss and told me that she had enjoyed it very much to have be bound with me at the stake and I too, I dreamed of this experience still for a long time...
Feliz Natal! Joyeux Noël ! Fröhliche Weihnachten! Merry Christmas! ¡Feliz Navidad!
Three settlers have been captured by Indians who have attacked a wagon treck which has penetrated into their territory. The three palefaced are hold prisoner in a valley not far away from the place where the settlers have circled their wagons to wait for the Indians attack in the next morning. They have been told that they will be bound at the stake together with the few other paleface who may survive the next morning's attack. Tightly bound and completely powerless, the captive settlers have lost all hope. But than, suddenly, they hear the gentle voice of a well known noble Indian chief who has come to free them out off their tight and desperate bondage...
Ranch woman Helmina Christ and her cowgirl Jenny Peacemaker are tracing a female outlaw who has rustled Helmina's cattle. But the rustler lady is much to clever for the two cowgirls and so suddenly, they find themselves at gunpoint:
"Okay, cowgirls, searching for somebody. Drop your guns and reach for the sky."
"Oh heavens, who, what, what..."
"We'll better do as she says, Helmina."
Completely taken by surprise, the two cowgirls rise up their hands and tremble with fear:
"Okay rustler lady. You win. Don't shot. We surrender. Just don't shoot.""Haha. Don't worry, Cattle Queen, I won't waste a bullet with two such pathetic coozies.""My God. What...what..do you intend to do with us. Please, let us go, please.""Ha, you'll get the treatment you deserve. And now cross your wrists behind your buttocks. Do it!
Completely scared, the two overpowered cowgirls cross their hands behind their buttocks in complete surrender and submission:
"Listen, you, you won't do us any harm, won't you. Just let us go, please."
"Hahaha. What damned wimps you are, really thought that you were able to catch me, haha. And now begging for mercy. Oh, I've just an idea how to got rid of you without wasting a bullet. You'll get the treatment you deserve, you'll see."
"Oh no, please, please, let us go, for heavens sake!"
Tightly bound and gagged the two powerless cowgirls are taken to a remote area.
"UMMMMMP. MMMMMMMH. MMMMMMMMH"
"Hahaha. Your moaning and whimpering won't help you, cowgirls. I'll take you to a place were nobody will ever find you. There you'll be slowly roasted by the sun and the rattle snakes wil do the rest, hahaha."
Some hours late. The rustler lady has abandoned the two captive cowgirls to their fate. The hot noon sun burns down on the tightly bound and gagged ranch women. From time to time they make a desperate effort to struggle against their tight bondage, but it's completely useless. And than they hear the rattling of a rattle snake. And even against all odds they still hope and pray that some smart cowboy may come in time to save and to release som from their complete distress...
It was a hot summer day somewhere in Alabama, USA. My wife and I we spend some day on the ranch of our friend Elaine Hensley, who once had made a lot of money with bondage video clips. My wife and I we had come to know her on occasion of an interview for a press article about bondage we had made with her some years ago. Later on Elaine had converted to Christ and we had done some missionary work and welfare projects together. Now we were coming home from a long horse ride. When we entered Elaine's ranch house we heard a sharp, menacing voice:
"No move sissies. Hands up"
Our hostess Elaine, my wife and I, we did as we were told and raised up our hands, trembling on our whole body.
"Who...who are you? What are you doing in my house?""Stupid question, bondage queen. I know you've a lot of cash money in your safe. You'll open it for me, won't you. But first you'll tie up Mr and Mrs Chicken, here. Time to refresh memories, isn't it hahaha!"
Very soon my wife and I we were desperately struggling in tight bondage and as soon as Elaine had opened her safe she was forced to join us in our tough bondage distress. Some time later the intruder had left and we were struggling in vain against our tight bonds. Elaine had probably been tied up a thousand times during her career and also my wife and I, we had attained most of our Christian humility due to some very tough lessons in most severe and tough bondage. So once again we beared our fate with patience and after some hours, one of Elaine's daughters found us and released us...
Ranch woman Christina Goodfellow has been a powerless witness during a bank robbery comitted by a female outlaw. She has recognized the voice of the same bandit who has assaullted her some days before in her ranch housed and has tied up and gagged her together with some of her hands. Sheriff Daggy Henderson is suspecting is suspecting female outlaw Lucy Roper to be the robber and asks Christina to come with her to Lucy's presumed hideout in the low hills to identify her. But Lucy is to clever for the Sheriff and the inoffensive ranch womean. Soon they are at gunpoint. They have to raise up their hands and Christina is forced to unarm the powerless Daggy. With their hands reaching for the sky the two overpowerd cowgirls are awaiting their fate...
"Please, don't shot, we'll do whatever you tell us to do."
"Don't worry, ranch woman, I won't waste a bullet for pussies like you. You'll first truss up the Sheriff and then it'll bey your turn.
You'll be my little playthings during the whole night, hahaha!"
Ranch woman Christina Goodfellow and female Sheriff Daggy Henderson are tracing bank robber lady Lucy Roper. But soon they are trapped and taken by surprise by the astute female outlaw. Daggy has to drop her gun and the unarmed and completely inoffensive Christina is forced to tie up the now completely powerless Sheriff.
"Make it tight, ranch woman. No funny business. I'll check the knots"
"Oh, Daggy, I'm...I'm so sorry....I..."
"Don't worry Christina, do just as she says. We've no choice. She's got the upperhand...we just have to obey...!
"Haha. The proud Sherif all stiffy scared. Can't believe that they've send such a wimpy pussy to catch me. We'll have a lot of fun, hahaha".
Overpowered female Sheriff Daggy Henderson being tightly bound and completely powerless, frightened and humiliated, ranch woman Christina Goodfellow is the next one to suffer tight bondage. The ropes cut deep into her soft and tender flesh...
"There we go once again, ranch woman. Didn't expect to see you so soon again. Remember what I did last time with you, hahaha. Seems that you horny cuzzy enjoyed it so much that you rushed to fall into my clutches again, hahahe. Oh, be sure, we'll have even more fun this time, hahahe."
"Spare your mockery, for sure you'll end up in jail in due time. You won't get away with your crimes...There's a God in heaven and His Divine Justice is impeccable"
"Hahaha, spare your sermon, ranch woman, we will see if your Lord is able to save you after I'm through with you two. Hahaha"
Some hours later... During the whole night the two helpless cowgirls have been the powerless playthings of their sadistic female captor. They have been fondled, molested, aroused, insulted and humiliated for hours and hours by the female criminial and have experienced a weird misture of complete surrender, submission, shame, humiliation and at the same time unbelievable lust and pleasure which they are forced to experience against their very will...
Then they have been left behind, trussed up like a sausage in the rocky remote area, far away from every human being, the hot noon sun is burning down on the distressed cowgirls, they are thirsty and exhausted beyond belief and to make their torture even more unbearable the sadistic female robber has put on a rock next to them, and they can't reach due to their tight bondage...
Again and again they have cried for help, but nobody has heard them and has come to their rescue...
"Oh Christina. I can't stand it any more, I'm so thirsty, Oh Jesus, I don't want to end up like this, Oh my God, Help! Help! Help!
"Calm down, Daggy, please. Thanks God, we we're still alive, even after all, she's done to us, I'm sure, they're searching for us, my my foreman George, he he'll find us, I'm sure they'll find us, just don't give up, Sheriff, ...please don't give up...
And so, even in their most complete bondage distress, the two brave cowgirls don't loose love, hope and faith...
Ranch woman Christina hope has been to Hostage Town for some purchases. Whe she comes back to her ranch she gets a unpleasant surprises. She finds her sister Becky and her foreman George, both tightly bound and moaning and whimpering desperately into their gags. Before Christina can do anything to free the two captives, she hears a sharp und menacing voice. It's Pistol Kate, the infomous female robber who has been waiting for Christina to open her safe.
"Hands up, ranch woman. You really took your time. Move to the save!"
"Who...who are you...What?"
"Shut up. Just open the safe. I want your cattle money. The two pussies there didn't know the combination. So I had to wait for you."
"Allright. i'll do what ever you say. Just don't hurt us."
At gunpoint and trembling on her whole body ranch woman Christina Hope has only one choice: complete surrender and submission.
"Here you go. Take the money and let us go"
"Easy, ranch woman. I guess you're not in the condition to give any orders, haha. Put the money in a bag. And then we two will go for a long ride. You're just the perfect hostage to secure my getaway...
"Um Himmels Willen, was sollen wir nur tun?"
"Nun, George, Sie könnten ihre Fesseln sprengen, sich um die Indianer kümmern, mich losbinden und mich heiraten. Ist nur so'ne Idee..."
Ranch woman Christina Helm has traced Lily Roper, the chief of rustler's gang who has robbed a lot of Christina's cattle. But in the hills she looses sight of her and a few moments later she is take by surprise. At gunpoint, with her hands raised up, she's at the complete mercy of the astute female bandit...
"Okay, you win! What...what are you going to do with me."
"Well, ranch lady. First I'll give you a nice tie-up. And then I'll get a fat ransom for you, Cattle Queen."
Ranch woman Christina Helm is disarmed and tied up to a tree.
"You won't get away with this, Lily. Sooner or later you'll end in prison. You'd better let me go."
"You're talking too much, ranch woman. Can't wait to give you a nice tight gag, hahaha. Your scarf will just fit in, I guess..."
Unfortunate cattle queen Christina Helm has been overpowered, bound and gagged by female rustler Lilly Roper. Christina knows too well that her odds to be discovered and released in this remote area are not too high. Her captor has told her that she only will Christina's whereabouts to her hands once the ransom has been paid. The proud ranch woman struggles a lot against her tight bonds and moans and whimpers desperately into her gag, but it's all in vain. Her bondage is just too tight. So she only can hope and pray for salvation...
