White settlers freed by noble Indian chief

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...

Palefaces captured by Apaches

Some revengeful Apache warriors have fled from their reservation and returned to the land which once belonged to them. Soon they assault a farmhouse and capture some inoffensive palefaces who now own the former Indian territory. Tightly bound and gagged innocent farmer couple Christina and George Peacelove and befriended cowgirl Daggy Goodfellow are abducted toward an incertain fate. Desperately they moan ans whimper into their gags, begging for mercy.

"Ummmph. MMMMMMH. UMMMMPH. UMMMMMPH"
"Hugh. Your pathetic whimpering won't save you, palefaces. You'll pay for erverything longknives have done to Apache people."
"Hugh. Incredible that such chickenhearted caittifs own the land which belonged to our tribe."
"Hugh. They were so wimpy to surrender without evey resistance. No honour for Apache warrior to kill such faint-hearted chickens."
"Hugh. I know artful Apache torture methods. Their martrydom will be long-lasting and painful"

The completely distressed and frightened white captives tremble with fear when they hear what their merciless captors intend to do with them. Deep in their heart they knwo that they are living on a land that does not belong to them and that they even deserve the bondage ordeal they're suffering. But even so they hope and pray that a merciful Lord will save them from suffering an horrible fate...

During several days the tightly bound whiteys are abducted towards an unknown destination in a more and more deserted countryside. Finally they arrive at a remote cactus forest...

- Hugh. This place very good. Here wimpy whiteys shall expire all the crimes they've comitted against Apache tribe.
- Ugh. Yeah, they have had good live in lush grass land while Apache people were starving in desert reservation land.
- Mmmmmh. Ummmph. MMMMMH. MMMMMMMH

-Mmmmmmph. Mmmmmmh. UMMMMMMMMPH.-

Once again the completely distressed and powerless palesface moan and whimper desperately for mercy. They are Christians and have gone every Sunday to church and even so they now that they are guilty and having lived on robbed land which does not belong to them. Gagged as they are, they are even not able to beg for pardon.

- Hugh. Let's actually finish up with these pathetic whiteys. I can't stand to hear their whimper and moaning any longer. -
- Ugh. You're let's tie them up between the cacti. They shall suffer starving and thirst up to their very end.-

- Umph. MMMMMH. UMMMMMMMMP. MMMMMMMMH

Some long hours later. They two Apache warriors have gone for a long time and the distresses whiteys are suffering an incredibly painfull bondage ordeal. Tied up between the cacti they are pricked and puntcured all time. The hot noon sun is burning down on them and they are thirsty beyond belief. They've completely entrusted their fate to the Lord who may save them or not and they know that they deserve the ordeal they're suffering. Even so, they ardently pray to be spared from a most horrible fate and still hope that some merciful hero may come and save them...

Cowgirls captured by the Rustler Lady

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...

Equestriennes and horseman tied up by intruder

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...