The Lone Rangerette. The Lone Rangerette and her companion Tonta rode hard toward the bellowing smoke coming over the other side of a hill. They crested the hill and saw a small farm house burning at one end. A lone farmer ran about trying to squelch the fire with a blanket. The two avengers traced down the hill and went to work trying to stop the fire. "My wife! She's in the house!" screamed the farmer. The Lone Rangerette soaked a towel and covered herself and raced inside. Moments later she appeared with a bound and gagged woman over her shoulders. The woman was untied and the fire was finally put out. "What happened?" the Lone Rangerette asked. The farmer looked at the masked woman and could barely contain himself. She stood full figured with sun bleached blonde hair, a mask, hat, and gloves. She wore a tight pair of gray western style short shorts and a gray western top that tied in front where her ample cleavage met and a pair of western boots. A gun belt with silver pistols hung low around her full hips. Her sidekick was a sexy, shapely Indian with long, black hair, dark skin and an ample set of breasts. She wore a pair of brown shorts that resembled a bikini bottom and a stringy brown bikini top. A head band kept her long straight hair out of her face. Brown boots adorned her tan, curvy legs. She too wore a gun belt but it only had one unremarkable pistol. "Well, err, I just don't know," said the woman. "I was baking when someone grabbed me from behind. I smelled something sickly sweet and thick then the next thing I knew I was waking up bound and my kitchen was on fire." "Do you know who would want you dead?" Tonta asked. "No? We ain't hurt nobody," said the farmer, "but ya know, now that I think about it, a bunch of stuff's been happening on the farm. Things out of place, sort of like its been searched." "Well, Tonta will stay here while I go into town and contact the sheriff," the Rangerette said riding off on Silver her trusty steed. * * * The voluptuous blonde rode slowly into town. Her presence was noted by a few whistle blowers and one very angry man standing with a group of others. He grew even more angry when the blonde walked into the sheriff's office. "Damn! The Lone Rangerette!" Doc Baxter snarled. "Damn, she sure is pertty," said one of the men. "Pretty and dangerous. That busy body Indian friend of hers has got to be around somewhere. I'll mozy on over and listen in on her conversation. Max, you go in my office and get that special brown bottle over on shelf and that thick wad of cotton and bring it on over when I wave my hand." Doc Baxter said twirling his thin mustache. * * * "The Jenkin's ranch was robbed ya say Rangerette?" the portly sheriff asked having a hard time keeping his eyes off her jiggling breasts. "Yes sheriff but not robbed. They were searched and I need to find out by whom," she replied standing aloof and thinking. "Well the Jenkin's ain't got nothing that's worth a stealing. Only think Bart Jenkin's ever had was that odd rock he brought into the saloon a week or so back," the sheriff said dismissing the incident. Doc Baxter stood by an open window and listened intently. "Rock? What kind of rock?" the Rangerette asked. "Well it was all covered in pockets and holes but looked kind of greenish. Ain't never seen anything like it. It was huge though, about the size of a watermelon but it was kind of light," he added. At that moment Doc Baxter strolled in. "Howdy Sheriff," he said being chipper. "Ah Doc! Just the guy I wanted to talk to. You know the Lone Rangerette don'tcha?" the sheriff said pointing to the shapely blonde. "Why of course," the Doc said slyly pecking her hand and taking a long glare at her legs and chest. "I was just tellin' the little lady about that odd rock the Jenkin's man found the other week. You kind of know about rocks right Doc? What did you think it was?" the sheriff said loudly breaking the Doc's concentration. "Um. ehem well I don't know. It was probably nothing," the Doc said shrugging it off. "Perhaps the Lone Rangerette would like to come to my office and look through my geology books?" "That would be a big help. My assistant Tonta is at their ranch now trying to determine what they were looking for. She's a class A tracker so it won't take her long. Maybe she can find that rock too." The blonde said walking out into the street. As she walked along the Doc motioned to two of his men to go into the alley. "My dear, its quicker to cut through the alley by the horse stables to get to my office," the Doc said tugging her arm and pointing down the alley. The Rangerette, thinking so intently on the problem didn't even see the Doc's sign swinging across the street. "It would be nice if we can identify that rock," the Rangerette said walking swiftly in front of the Doc. The Doc pulled out the smoky brown bottle and cotton bad his henchman gave him early and soaked it as he watched the blonde's hot shorts covered ass saunter. Suddenly, masked men jumped at the Rangerette from either side of the alley from behind barrels and boxes. Each man grabbed her arms so she couldn't get to her guns. "Hey! Watch out Doc! Its an am.HMMBLM!!" The Doc grabbed the struggling gunfighter around her waist and clamped the thickly soaked cotton pad over her nose and mouth. The blonde wailed and screamed under the thick cotton as the chloroform fumes invaded her lungs. The men twisted her arms behind her back and scooped up her legs then hauled her twisting and struggling into a nearby barn. The Doc too special joy in anesthetizing such a lovely victim. The showgirls he stalked in town provided only so much entertainment. This masked spitfire was a whole new experience. The Lone Rangerette struggled in futility. Her body slowed and her eyes grew dull. The Doc held the cotton over the woman's face watching in erotic intensity as she slipped away. Finally, with a deep, feminine sigh, the Lone Rangerette sank down and slipped unconscious. The men let her slide down into the hay as the Doc kept the pad over her face. "That nosy Indian sidekick is at the Jenkin's place. You three men take the some chloroform and go ahead and take care of her. Don't kill her yet, she may have found the rock or if nothing else we can get her to use her Indian tracking skills to find it," the Doc hissed. "You go and get the horses then stand guard outside," the Doc ordered of the forth man. The men did as they were told and the Doc turned his attentions back toward the Lone Rangerette. "Now to see what everyone's whistling at." He glared at her shiny, globular breasts tucked tightly into her top. He began groping her soft, natural breasts growing more intense with each moment. Taking out some bandannas, he tied her hands behind her back. She let out a soft moan as the chloroform wore off. Before she could yell, the cotton pad was reapplied. He tied it in place with another bandanna leaving the Rangerette dizzy and heavy eyed. His hands ran over her smooth legs. Then he grabbed her crotch and began to rub her virtue. Even half asleep the avenger fought her attacker. The strokes were too overwhelming and the blonde sank back in the Doc's arms wiggling and writhing like a snake in heat. Outside the henchman could hear the woman's muffled moans and cries. Her gagged scream told him a climaxed had been forcefully taken from her. * * * "At least cabin not that bad off," Tonta said in her usual Indian/English slang helping to clean up. "Thanks kindly ma'am," Mr. Jenkins said staring longingly at Tonta's ass while she swept. Outside three men in masks snuck up on the cabin and spied the three occupants. One of the men motioned to another to sneak around back. They waited till the third man was in place then opened fire. Shots rang through the windows sending Tonta and the Jenkin's to the floor. Tonta rushed to the window and returned fire. The noise was too intense for anyone in the cabin to hear the third man enter from the back door. Mr. Jenkins got up to face him but was met with a gun butt to the head. The two men outside could see the fight and rushed the front door. They kicked it in and rushed Tanta who was busy fighting the third man. They grabbed the kicking, swinging Indian and strong armed her to the table. In moments her hands were tied behind her back. The men held her down with her body over the table and her curvaceous legs spread eagle over the edge. A hand clamped down over her mouth to keep her quite while another slipped down over her bikini clad rear and pressed into her mound. The Indian princess went wild when the henchman began to stroke her virtue. The Jenkin's watched as Tonta struggled in vain. Then, with an erotic cry under her hand gag, the Indian froze and spasmed in a racking climax. They pulled the now dazed and exhausted Indian to her feet and held her firm. "You not get away with this! Tonta will get her revenge!" Tonta declared still gasping. "Ah can it jugs! Everyone knows female gunfighters can't shoot or fight worth shit after they get their mounds popped, especially when its forced right out of them," said the lead henchmen with a grin. He took out a small smoky brown bottle and started to soak a handkerchief with it. The Indian snarled knowing he was right. She stared in growing dread of the soaking cloth knowing it was the white man's dreaded sleeping liquid. She rushed forward breaking the men's hold trying to get past the third. Sadly, she was too dazed by her climax to maneuver and she was grabbed from behind. Before Tonta could protest, the cloth clamped down over her nose and mouth sending the Indian into a tirade. For several moments she struggled. The men held her firm taking joy in groping her breasts, legs and ass. Soon, the sickly sweet fumes did their work. Tonta's eyes rolled up and she slipped away with a deep moan. The men then tied her to a chair and gagged her. "Now we wait for the boss". * * * The Lone Rangerette moaned softly. She pulled at her bonds but they were too tight. Her hands and feet were tied and her mouth gagged with the chloroform cotton over her nose and mouth. The fumes kept her dazed and disoriented. She looked about then she saw her faithful horse Silver. She made some signs, motioning to the horse. The horse walked over and began gnawing at her bonds. A few minutes later she was dropping the fume heavy gag to the floor and shook the cobwebs from her head. "Come Silver, Tonta is in danger," The Lone Rangerette said slowly getting on the horse and riding off toward the farm. * * * The men had been interrogating Mr. Jenkins for an hour. Tonta listened inside the cabin as the men kept asking him where he found the rock. He had surrendered the rock earlier to save his wife and himself. Tonta worked her bonds trying not to arouse the suspicions of the henchmen in the front room. Soon, the ropes gave way and Tonta dropped her gag to the floor. She picked up a fire log and silently crept up on the bad guy. Just as she raised the log, an arm grabbed her around the waist and a thick cotton pad clamped down over her nose and mouth. The henchman heard the nose and grabbed the Indian's shapely legs. "You should learn to tie up a lady much better," the Doc said holding the chloroform pad over Tonta's face. They took her in the back and lay her on a bed. The doc used his free hand to rub her mound while the henchman held her legs firmly. Tonta shrieked and thrust from the assault but couldn't shake her attackers. A few minutes later the Indian screamed with a mind racking orgasm. Her heavy panting sucked in lung fulls of the chloroform making her slow with each moment. Finally, she slumped down with a deep sigh. "This time tie her up good!" the Doc barked heading outside to confront the Jenkins. He began screaming at the Jenkins couple wanting to know where they had gotten the rock. Finally, Mr. Jenkins broke down and told them about the cave on the other side of the field in the cliff face. "Tie them up with the Indian and set some dynamite. We don't want any witnesses," the Doc said pushing the couple into the bedroom with a now waking Tonta. The men set to work trussing up the couple. "And so you don't get any ideas about freeing them my dear," the Doc said as he stood over Tonta and resoaked a bandanna with chloroform. He pressed it firmly over her face then secured it in place with her gag. The Indian struggled then relaxed. After a few moments she was breathing deeply, completely anesthetized. The men set the fuse to the dynamite in the middle of the room and they all left for the cave. "Wait! Take the Jenkins woman as insurance. The Lone Rangerette may get free and come bother us." The Doc said grabbing the Jenkins woman and pushing her at his men. "Tata Indian," the Doc laughed. * * * Mr. Jenkins screamed in his gag seeing the fuse snake its way toward the dynamite. As it came within the last foot he closed his eyes and prayed. Suddenly, the fizzle stopped. He opened his eyes to see a cowgirl boot with a long, sexy leg snuffing the fuse out. The Lone Rangerette untied him then untied Tonta. "Men use sleep liquid on Tonta then rob Tonta of climax spirit. I could not stop them," the Indian stammered trying to wake up. "They took woman and went to cave in cliff." "Yes they chloroformed and forced me as well. My gun skills should be coming back though," the Lone Rangerette replied helping Tonta to her horse. "We must ride if we're to save Mrs. Jenkins." The two women summoned their strength and took off on horseback to the cave. It was a short ride and they came upon several horses tied to the bushes near a path that lead up to a cave in the rocks. The two shapely heroines crept up to the cave entrance with guns drawn. They peered inside to see Mrs. Jenkins tied up and Doc and his men digging about the cave floor and walls. "There's got to be more of this jade somewhere! I could be a millionaire if I could find the deposit!" he screamed. "You better get used to digging Doc Baxter cause that's all you'll be doing in prison!" The Doc and his men turned to see The Lone Rangerette and Tonta blocking the cave entrance with guns drawn. Immediately the men drew their guns and began shooting. The heroines ducked behind boulders and blared away. The gun fight was pretty much a stalemate but the Doc knew the Lone Rangerette had better skills. Soon, each of his men fell to the Lone Rangerette's superior skills. "Rangerette! Drop your guns and come out! I have the Jenkins woman!" the Doc screamed grabbing the woman and holding a gun to her head as the last of his men dropped. The masked vigilante snarled then slowly rose. Both heroines slowly raised their guns over their heads. "Ok, toss those in here," the Doc ordered. The guns landed in the sand close enough for him to kick under a rock. The Doc motioned for the Lone Rangerette and Tonta to come inside the cave and stand against a wall. "You'll never get away with this," the Lone Rangerette snarled holding her hands up. "Well, not so smug now that I have you guns," he said coldly. He eyed the two sexy gunfighters for a long moment then raised his gun. "Ok ladies, STRIP!" "WHAT!?" the Lone Rangerette barked, "are you insane!" "Strip or the woman gets it!" he screamed waving his gun at the Jenkins woman. The Lone Rangerette and Tonta began to reluctantly strip. First accessories, then their tops and finally their bottoms. Both heroines stood with their hands up, fully nude except for the Lone Rangerette's mask and Tonta's head band. "Good, keep the mask. It makes you look more sexy," he laughed making the Rangerette sneer in disgust. "Now, since I can't deal with the both of you without putting my gun down, you're going to help me yourselves. Turn and face each other," he ordered. The two women faced each other. "Now, make each other cum!" he barked. "WHAT! That's SICK!" the Lone Rangerette screamed. She quickly backed down as the Doc pointed the gun back at the helpless farm woman. The two women slowly started to touch each other. Then they began to softly kiss. They took their time hoping to get a break. "C'mon! You, blondie! Pin the Indian's hands over her head to the wall and start masturbating her NOW!" The Lone Rangerette grabbed Tonta and forced her to the wall. She went to work with her free hand rubbing the Indian's bare mound. "Ughh. you must make Tonta come to save woman," the Indian stammered. "Sorry, Tonta. I wish there was some other way," the Rangerette said working the Indian over good. A few moments later Tonta's hips surged and the woman exploded in a climax. While the Lone Rangerette was climaxing her partner, the Doc had soaked a bandanna with some fresh chloroform. "Here, smother her nose and mouth with this." The Doc tossed the anesthetic laden cloth to the Lone Rangerette. The blonde reluctantly pressed it over the Indian's face and held it firm as the climaxed sidekick writhed and bucked. Soon the Indian's struggles slowed. Finally, she slumped down and sank to the floor defeated. "Now Rangerette, start doing yourself," the Doc ordered coldly. "You mean." "Yes, make yourself cum," he barked. The blonde bombshell began to rub her mound and cup her breasts. She worked her fingers slowly trying to fake a climax. "Do it like you mean it Rangerette!" he screamed. The Lone Rangerette began plunging her fingers into herself more intensely. The Doc barked orders and the heroine was helpless to disobey. He made her grope, rub and fondle herself till her own sexual desires took over. The blonde went wild. Her hips rolled and thrust, her shapely bare legs slid smoothly together. She moaned and cooed making incredibly erotic echoes in the cave. Finally, in a surge of screams and cries, the Lone Rangerette exploded in a climax she had torn from herself. She slumped down into the sand exhausted with her gun fighting skills all but gone. "Place the pad over your nose and mouth," the Doc said. Almost without hesitation the masked woman pressed the pad over her own face and deeply breathed the fumes. Her eyes fluttered, her head swooned. Then, after several minutes of dabbing the cloth over her own face, the buxom blonde sank back and collapsed in defeat. * * * The Lone Rangerette started to come too. She let out a soft moan. She found herself on her back on the cave floor. Her hands were secured over her head to a stake in the dirt. She looked over and saw Tonta bound and gagged laying against the wall with another of the Doc's chloroform rags tied over her nose and mouth. She started to struggle just as the Doc came up and stood over her. He knelt down next to her and grabbed her breasts. "So, the great Lone Rangerette finally wakes. I have to blow a hole in the cave to get at the jade. That'll mean you, the Jenkins woman and your sidekick will be killed in the blast I'm sorry to say," the Doc laughed rolling the blonde's bare breasts in his hands. "You. you fiend!" she screamed. "But before I go, I'm going to do what no man has ever gotten away with." The Lone Rangerette gasped as she saw the Doc pull down his pants. She sloppily kicked and wiggled trying to avoid his advance. The Doc slipped down between her legs and pressed his cock into her cunt lips. With a forceful thrust he plunged himself into the masked gunfighter. The Lone Rangerette spat and snarled, struggling like a wild cat under her rapist. The Doc sank deeper and deeper making the blonde reel in disgust and horror. The woman was so shapely and feminine that the thought of exploding inside her ripe, full, tight hips drove him mad with excitement. "God you are so tight woman! It will be a pleasure leaving my calling card," the Doc gasped thrusting his hips. "NO! You. you can't do this! I could end up with child!" she screamed. The thought of himself actually impregnating the great Lone Rangerette pushed the Doc over the edge. He went wild slamming and banging the helpless blonde below him. The Lone Rangerette went crazy as well. The danger, the bondage, the forced climaxes, the chloroformings and now being raped made her insane. She slammed her hips getting off on the penetration and the struggling. Then she surged up and tightened. At the same time the Doc arched his back and screamed. He exploded inside the helpless masked gunfighter slamming his seed deep into her. She screamed in unison as her body was forcefully taken. He thrust for several minutes then got up letting the woman collapse to the dirt. Before she could say a word, a bandanna soaked in chloroform clamped down over her nose and mouth. "Thanks for the fuck Lone Rangerette! You were a wild ride." The Lone Rangerette struggled once more knowing she would be blown to bits if she didn't escape. Her panting and exhaustion caught up to her and she easily passed out. A few minutes later the Rangerette and Tonta were bound and gagged with chloroform clothes tied over their faces and lay nude in the sand. "I going into town to cash this jade stone. When I get back the blast should have buried you all and I can take my time digging for more. Bwahahahaha!" The Doc lit the fuse to the pile of dynamite and took off. * * * "Well Doc, its jade alrighty," said the banker looking at the stone through a spectacle. The Doc spent several hours cutting and polishing the rock so he could sell it for quick cash to start mining. Now he stood int he bank hoping to cash it out. "Then you'll pay the $5000 in cash we talked about?" the Doc asked twirling his mustache. "No, I think you're going to jail," replied a sexy voice from behind the curtains. The Lone Rangerette stepped out with guns drawn followed by Tonta. "WHAT! You're supposed to be dead with that Jenkins woman! I left you in that cave to get blown up!" the Doc screamed. "Glad to hear that Doc Baxter," the sheriff said walking out from the back room. "A confession makes life so much easier." "You underestimate useless but well meaning farmers wife," Tonta said with a grin, "Woman roll on top of fuse then untie us so we can race here and catch you. You forget to knock her out with kloro.chliro. white man's sleeping liquid." "Well I ain't swinging without a fight!" the Doc yelled wiping out his pistol. The Lone Rangerette shot the gun clear out of his hand, disarming the Doc. The sheriff and his deputies came up and took the Doc into custody. "Glad you showed up to help Lone Rangerette. The town's in your debt," the sheriff said watching the shapely blonde mount her horse. "Glad to be of help sheriff." The two rode off with the Jenkins and the towns folk waving. "Hmmm, good recover Kemosabie," said Tonta. "Me thought you couldn't hit side of barn after being robbed of climax spirit." "Um. err.. well. I was actually aiming at his nuts for revenge. Lucky shot." Both heroines broke into laughter. End.