A tenderfoot couples' Old West bondage ordeal

As freelance journalists my wife and I we were spending a weekend at a Western LARP. The condidion to be allowed to write the article was that we had to participate as actors, too, and so we acted the part of a tenderfoot couple from the East who had inherited a piece of land and a farm near Hostage Town in the Old West. When we arrived we were received by experienced cowgirl Jenny Faith who accompanied us to our farm outside the town. 

"Is it yet far to go to the farm, Jenny?"
"Not much, only 2 miles out off town. Lucky you, the farm is worth a big deal of money. It's the only water hole for 10 miles around and all the cattle barons are eager to buy it. But your uncle Joe didn't want to sell. He allowed everbody to water their cattle, but he didn't want to sell."

"But you've to be damned careful. Some of the cattle barons won't really be pleased to know that there are heirs. Heaven what..."
"Hands up, folks. Okay, tie up the cowgirl, I'll take care of the tenderfeet."

"Oh Jesus. Please...don't shoot! We'll do whatever you say!
"For heavens sake. What...what are you intending to do with us?"
"Hahaha. Never in my life seen such chickenhearted tenderfeet. And now move, weak sisters."

"UMMMMMPH. MMMMMMMH"
"So long, cowgirl. You'd better shoudn't interfere with things that are none of your business"
"UMMMMMPHH. MMMMMMMMH"

Bound, gagged and completely powerless, cowgirl Jenny struggled in vain against her tight bonds.
"Must be the hands of Rob Evil, the cattle baron. They will take them to their boss.

Meanwhile, me wife and I had been tied up, too, and were displaced to see the boss...
"Move greenhorns, there's somebody to see you, hahaha.
"Ah...well, well, the two tenderfeet. What a cute couple of sissies. Welcome to the Old West, cuties."

"Listen tenderfeet, this nice little welcome party might have made clear to you that the good Old West is much too dangerous for chickenhearted wimps like you. So, tomorrow morning we'll go to see the solicitor and you'll make over the farm to me. And then you'll take the next stage coach back to the East and will soon forget you little Old West adventure. I guess we understand each other, isn't it.
"Well, doesn't seem that my husband and I have much of a choice."
"Im pleased to see you so reasonable, M'am. Well, take care of them and give them a nice tie-up to make sure that they won't change their mind, hahaha!"

Mr. Evils hand used our very scarves to gag us and then we had to stand against a tree and several loops of rope were wound tightly around our chest, belly, arms and legs.

"That's it, chickens. I'm quite sure that a night in tight bondage will make sure that you will have a long lasting memory of your little Old West adventure. Take care. Hahaha."

There we stood, one tied up next to the other and our exciting Old West adventure had come apperently to a very early end. Even so we were delighted and enjoyed it to the fullest. And even tied up for some time probably there were more adventures to come. Would Jenny be able to free herself and to free us, too. Or would they really let us go after having signed over the ranch to evil cattle baron. Yes, it was quite probable that there were yet more thriling adventures to come...