The Lone Rangerette and Tonta In Dutch McCall's Revenge by The Harrpooner *********************************************************************** Based on characters from a story by MrX. *********************************************************************** It was noon in Sweetwater and most of the businesses were closed for lunch. Jeremy Hill sat inside his tellers' cage at the bank eating fried chicken and talking to his wife, Amanda, who stood at the counter. The front door opened and a stranger wearing a duster stepped inside. "Sorry to bother you but I could sure use your help." He said smiling at Jeremy. "How may I help you?" Asked Jeremy as he wiped his hands and mouth. Walking across the room until he stood behind Amanda, the man pulled his gun and said, "My friends and I are headed for Mexico and need all the money in the safe. Just hand it over and nothing will happen to this lovely lady!" He pushed his gun under Amanda's chin and held her slim waist with his other arm. Jeremy was stunned by the friendliness of the stranger's voice that belied the violence his gun and actions implied. Please don't hurt my wife! I'll get the money for you!" Working quickly he put all the paper money into a bag. Returning to the counter he shoved it through the cage to the gunman. "Pick up the bag darlin'!" The man ordered Amanda. She pulled the bag to her as she looked at her husband with pleading eyes. "We're taking your wife with us to the edge of town. If nobody follows us we'll turn her loose. Understand?" The outlaw asked Jeremy. As he nodded the gunman turned to Amanda and threatened. "One word out of you when we get outside and I'll blow your pretty head off!" Jeremy watched helplessly as his young wife was pulled across the floor and out the door. Outside two men waited with the horses watching the street for trouble. As Amanda and her captor left the bank one of the men said, "Leave it to Dutch to not only get the money but to find a beautiful woman as well!" "Shut up and get mounted!" Ordered Dutch as he threw the bag to the man. Pulling a rawhide strap from his belt he tied Amanda's hands in front of her, then lifted her onto his horse. Grabbing the loose ends of the strap he tied them to the pommel. With the woman secured he swung onto the saddle behind her and whipped his horse as the group rode south out of town. Looking behind to make sure no one was following the bandits made a wide circle until they were on the north side of Sweetwater. They stopped at a grove of trees two miles from town. There a fourth member of the gang waited with extra horses. The outlaws could run a posse's horses into the ground by switching mounts as they were being followed. But with any luck the posse should be headed to Mexico. The man with the horses gave a low whistle when he saw the brunette Dutch had in his saddle. "She going with us?" He asked as he leered at the woman's shape that even the plain gingham dress she wore couldn't hide. Amanda felt a shudder of fear go through her, but tried to hide it as she said, "We're far enough from town now and no one is following us. Please just let me go! You promised my husband!" "I lied lady. Me and the boys have other plans for you!" Chuckled Dutch as he massaged her firm breast through her dress. *********************************************************************** Tonta rode onto the main street of Sweetwater. She was in town to cash two bars of silver at the bank. She and the Lone Rangerette were running low on money for supplies and needed to convert the silver. Normally the comely Indian maiden attracted a lot attention but today the citizens were in an agitated mood. As she neared the bank the numbers of people grew. She dismounted Scout and draped his reins over a hitching post. Approaching the bank on foot she heard the sheriff speaking to the crowd. "I need volunteers for a posse. From the description Jeremy gave me it sounds like Dutch McCall's gang robbed the bank. They took Amanda Hill as a hostage and since she hasn't been found I have to assume they still have her with them. Dutch told Jeremy that they were headed to Mexico, so we have no time to waste. If you're going with me get a horse. Bring some food and water, guns and ammmunition and be in front of my office in thirty minutes!" The street cleared of able-bodied men who rushed to get ready to go after the gang. In minutes only women, children and men too old to ride stood talking worriedly to one another. Tonta followed the sheriff to his office and stepped inside. "What do you want Indian?" The sheriff asked. "I'd like to offer my help as a tracker." Answered Tonta. "Well I see you carry a gun, but this is a job for men." The sheriff retorted. "If you want to help just go home and stay out of our way. Now if you'll excuse me I've got to be going." "Just one question sheriff. Are all your men going with you toward Mexico?" "Of course! If we want to catch that gang, why wouldn't we?" He snapped. Tonta decided not to argue and left the office. Mounting Scout she rode to the south end of town and started scouring the ground for sign before the posse rode across it and destroyed any tracks the gang might have left. Within minutes she found where the riders left the road and circled the town. Staying on the road going north Tonta found the place the gang had picked up more horses. At least four of the horses weren't carrying riders so the gang must be planning a long ride. "No use trying to convince the sheriff that the gang is headed into the badlands." Tonta thought. "I'd better get back to camp and tell Kemo Sabe about this." *********************************************************************** The gang rode hard through the afternoon constantly checking for dust behind them. But with dusk approaching and no sign of a posse Dutch figured that they had taken the bait and rode in the wrong direction. He started looking for a place to bed down for the night Before dark they located a run-down shack. From the looks of it no one had used it for years. The walls and door were intact but the sod roof had weathered and caved in. The post and rail corral was in good enough shape to hold their horses. While the men unsaddled and fed the stock Dutch untied Amanda and ordered her to clear the floor of the shack and to make a fire in an old stove. Setting a bag beside the stove Dutch said, "There's food and pans in there. After you're done cleaning up get something cooked for us to eat." Then left the frightened woman alone to work. As the smell of cooking filled the night air, the men broke out a couple of bottles of whiskey and drank until Amanda told Dutch the food was ready. Plates had been taken from the bag and she piled beans and pan-biscuits on for each man. She'd made coffee but they ignored it and drank more whiskey instead. Sated the four men rolled cigarettes and while they smoked turned their attention to the pretty woman cowering in a corner of the shack. "Guess we might as well get acquainted." Dutch smiled at Amanda. Pointing to a tall slender man by the door. "That's Curly Bill." Next was a short man with a heavy mustache. "That's Mesquite." Then a greying outlaw. "That's the Domino Kid and I'm Dutch McCall. What are you called?" "Amanda, Amanda Hill." The answer was almost a whisper as Amanda awaited what she feared would be the worst from the four men. She wanted to curl up and hide but knew they wouldn't allow that to happen. "Well Amanda get on your feet and take your clothes off! I'm going to only tell you once and if you don't obey we'll cut them off you!" Sneered Dutch. The frightened woman stood up slowly and unbuttoned her dress. As it slipped off her arms and hung on her waist she pulled her camisole over her head revealing her full breasts. She dropped it to the floor then pushed her dress and bloomers off her hips and down her legs. Kicking them off she stood in only her shoes trying to cover her breasts with one hand and shield her sex with the other. The men looked at her youthful body. In addition to her full breasts her stomach was flat, her hips were supple and her legs were shapley. Her vagina was covered with thick curly pubic hair that her hand couldn't completely cover. Dutch unfolded a blanket and laid it on the floor. "On your back Amanda. It's time for us to have some fun." As she lay down he removed his gunbelt and pants. Kneeling between her legs he ordered, "Put your finger in your pussy and work it til it's wet. Get busy we won't wait all night!" Amanda's face was red with embarrassment. She closed her eyes to block out the men's faces as she inserted her index finger into her vagina. She had never had to prepare herself for a man. Jeremy was a slow and considerate lover and their foreplay usually went on for some time before he entered her. She worked her finger in and out of her dry hole, but her vagina wouldn't lubricate. She could feel all the men's eyes on her as she desperately continued to try to stimulate her juices. Just as she felt the situation was hopeless and tears flowed from her eyes she felt the moisture on her finger. Dutch watched the woman's tormented face. He knew that under these circumstances she would have a tough time getting started, but suddenly there it was. He smiled broadly as he saw her wet finger. Pulling her hand away from her vagina he positioned the head of his dick at her labia and plunged into her. Her scream let him know that she wasn't completely ready yet. Not letting that deter him he roughly sawed in and out of her shuddering body. Amanda cried out from the pain in her nether region. It felt as if he had ripped her vagina. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she begged Dutch to stop. She was in such pain that she hardly noticed when the men on each side of her took an arm and held it as they began mauling her breasts squeezing and pinching the soft flesh of her mammeries and her nipples. Mesquite watched as Dutch fucked the woman. Curly Bill and Domino were busy torturing her tits. Determined to join in Mesquite positioned himself above Amanda's head. He freed his hard dick from his pants and forced her head back until he could slip his cock between the crying woman's lips. It was moist from the woman's blubbering and he easily started to screw her warm velvety mouth. Amanda almost choked as he invaded her mouth. The salty taste of the unwashed cock made her want to retch, but her mouth and throat were so full she worried about not being able to breath. After a few minutes she had worked out how to inhale as Mesquite's balls slapped against her face. Driving their cocks into the helpless woman's face and vagina the two men felt the unstoppable sensation rising in their balls and came at almost the same time, Dutch spurted cum onto Amanda's stomach and Mesquite's dick erupted in her mouth causing her to cough and sputter as she tried not to choke on the man's sperm. Their lust spent the two men stood and left the woman to their friends. Curly Bill and the Domino Kid released Amanda's arms and turned her onto her stomach as she cleared the cum from her mouth and throat. After removing his pants Curly Bill lifted Amanda up and slipped beneath her so that she lay on top of him. He pushed his dick into her sore vagina. As he began to fuck Amanda he enjoyed the warm feel of her breasts against his chest. "Hold her arms and legs for me will you Curly?" Asked Domino as he gazed at the buttocks of the impaled woman. Curly Bill held Amanda's arms in a bear hug then wrapped his legs around hers to keep them spread. "Hold her tight! She may buck a little when I get in the saddle!" Joked Domino. Kneeling he used his thumbs to pry her sphincter open and shoved his cock into her tight hole. Amanda almost broke loose from Curly Bill as her body arched. The pain in her virgin anus almost caused her to pass out as Domino pounded his prick into her. As each man fucked his seperate hole they could feel the friction of the others' penis through the soft walls of the canals they were penetrating and before long the added stimulation caused them to cum. They continued to screw the woman until their balls were drained and their dicks became too soft to stay inside her. Amanda was too tired to fight any longer. Domino stood and Curly Bill pushed the limp woman off him. Dutch and Mesquite were already asleep near the stove. Domino unrolled his bedroll. Curly tied Amanda's hands behind her then made a palate and went to sleep. *********************************************************************** The Lone Rangerette and Tonta had ridden Silver and Scout hard all day trying to close the lead the McCall gang had on them. As night fell they could see smoke in the distance. If it wasn't the gang's camp, it might be someone who had seen them. The two heroines continued on in the dark until they could make out the outline of the shack. Leaving their horses a distance from the shack they worked their way through the brush, slipping up next to the wall of the run-down building. In the corral were too many horses for a farmer or small rancher. Both felt the gang was inside the structure. Drawing their guns they peered inside. They could make out the shapes of the four men under their blankets. A nude woman lay uncovered on her stomach with her hands tied. The Rangerette and Tonta wanted to get her out of the shack to safety before they woke the outlaws. Keeping their guns trained on the sleeping men the two women moved to Amanda. Tonta covered Amanda's mouth with her hand as the Rangerette untied her hands. The woman jumped and began to struggle against her saviors. As she regained her senses and realized they were women she relaxed and allowed them to lead her from the shack. The Rangerette and Tonta led Amanda to where their horses waited. Tonta had picked up the woman's clothing and handed them to her. "Get dressed and wait here for us." The Rangerette said. "We're going back after the gang. If something goes wrong ride for help!" Leaving the woman the two heroines moved back toward the shack. They were almost to the door when Dutch stepped out with a gun in his hand. "Where the hell are you bitch! Get back here now or I'll beat the shit out of you!" He roared. His head jerked around as he caught a glimpse the two figures moving toward him and before they could react he fired a shot in their direction. The gun seemed to appear in the masked woman's hand and it spit fire. The bullet went through Dutch's biceps and he dropped his gun. Pausing for a second the Rangerette looked at Tonta who had dropped to her knees. Her companion clutched her chest and blood ran from beneath her fingers. "I'll cover you. Hurry before the rest of them come out!" Tonta rasped to her masked friend. Moving quickly the Rangerette stood to the side of the doorway her silver guns drawn. Checking Dutch to be sure he wouldn't interfere she called into the shack. "We have you surrounded! Come out with your hands up and you won't get hurt." She heard confusion inside the shack. The sound of a woman's voice took the men by surprise and they debated whether or not to try and shoot it out. Through the doorway they could see Dutch still nursing his gunshot wound. Finally Mesquite called out, "Don't shoot we're coming out!" The Rangerette watched as the three remaining outlaws filed outside their arms held high. After checking to be sure they weren't carrying a hidden gun she ordered them to lie on their stomachs. Calling to Amanda she asked, "Can you hold my gun while I tie them up?" The woman was eager to help and soon held one of the masked woman's guns. The men watched their former hostage nervously trying not to give her any cause to shoot. The Rangerette soon had all four men bound securely, though Dutch put up quite a fuss over his arm. Leaving the gang under the watchful eye of Amanda the Rangerette could finally care for Tonta who lay on the ground unconscious. Carefully rolling her onto her back the masked woman checked the wound. An angry hole was just under Tonta's left breast and an exit wound ripped the skin on her side. Retrieving the first-aid kit from her saddlebag the Rangerette bandaged the wound of her friend. Leaving Tonta for a bit she attended to Dutch's arm. His wound wasn't severe and though the bullet had exited his bleeding had stopped. After checking Tonta to be sure she was resting comfortably the masked woman set about saddling the gangs' horses. Finished she scoured the area around the shack and found some sturdy saplings. She cut them down and stripped their branches. Getting ropes off the gangs' saddles she fashioned a travois to carry Tonta on. Tying it on one of the horses she laid her friend gently on a blanket in the middle of the webbing then covered her with another blanket. With Tonta ready for travel the Rangerette and Amanda helped the outlaws on their horses and started back to Sweetwater. *********************************************************************** The sheriff stood drinking a cup of coffee. He and the posse had spent a rough day and night riding and searching for the bank robbers but hadn't turned up anything. He had only been in the office long enough to brew a pot of coffee and was bone tired. Outside he could hear the sound of a crowd coming up the street. Opening the door he couldn't believe the sight before him. The McCall gang rode in front of Amanda Hill and a masked woman who led a horse with a person lying under a blanket on a travois. They were surrounded by townspeople who were talking and pointing at the gang and the blond heroine. In front of the jail the masked woman ordered the men to stop and asked if some of the men could help them dismount. She and Amanda herded the gang inside the office and into a cell as the sheriff stood slack-jawed. "I don't believe this. Me out with a posse of thirty men. We can't find anything but two women capture the whole gang and bring them in quiet as you please. If that don't beat all!" The sheriff sputtered. The Rangerette handed the bag of money to him and said, "I'll be at the doctor's office. My friend is outside and wounded badly. Amanda could use his services also." *********************************************************************** The doctor had finished treating Amanda and Tonta. He sat talking to the Rangerette. "Your friend is lucky. If that bullet had been an inch higher it would've gone into her lung, but it hit a rib and deflected out her side. She's lost a lot of blood but with rest she should be fine." "How's Amanda doctor?" "She's fine physically but I'm afraid it will take a while until she heals mentally. Those animals abused her badly. Her husband just took her home to rest. Would you like to see your friend?" The doctor led the masked woman into the room where Tonta lay on a bed. The Rangerette was surprised how pale and small her companion looked lying there. She was used to Tonta being so healthy and vibrant. As she neared the bed Tonta's eyes opened and a smile appeared on her lips. "Kemo Sabe. I thought the doctor would never let you in. Is the McCall gang in jail?" "Yes I left them there before I brought you here. The doctor says you're lucky, but that you'll have to rest for a few days to get your strength back. I thought while you were resting I'd ride to the mine and pick up more silver and bullets. We're running low on both." "I'd rather have you here, but you're right. I'll be ready to travel when you get back." Replied Tonta. The Rangerette hugged her friend then left the doctor's office. After stabling Scout she mounted Silver and rode out of town. *********************************************************************** Dutch sat in the jail cell. He couldn't believe he'd been captured by a woman. That blond bitch was going to pay. As he stewed he listened to the deputy and the sheriff. They called the blond, the Lone Rangerette and the Indian, Tonta. He had heard stories about the pair but thought they were campfire fantasies. The deputy said the Indian was at the doctor's house and that the Rangerette had left Sweetwater for a few days. A plan of revenge began to take form in his mind but he had to get out of jail first. Talking softly he explained to his gang what they were to do. "Sheriff! You've got to help me! My arm is killing me! I need a doctor!" Dutch yowled from the cell. "Just be patient." The sheriff called from the other room. "I'm sending my deputy. He'll have the doctor here shortly." Dutch continued to raise a ruckus as he waited. Doctor Wilson watched Tonta sleeping. He had given her a strong drug and she was resting quietly. He covered her with a blanket. Though it was warm he had cut her vest and loincloth off her when he treated her wound because they were covered with blood. She lay in only her thong and moccasins so he covered her for modestys' sake not warmth. "Doc Wilson. We need you at the jail." He heard the deputy behind him. The doctor shushed him. He put on his coat and hat then grabbed his bag. Outside he climbed into his buggy and followed the deputy. At the jail he was let into the cell with Dutch who lay moaning and groaning about his arm. The doctor unbandaged the wound and inspected it as the deputy stood nearby watching. "I don't see why this is causing you so much pain. There's no infection or bleeding. Who ever patched you up did a first-rate job." As he started to re-bandage the wound, Dutch grabbed the doctor and used him as a shield between Dutch and the deputy. The deputy drew his gun and stepped toward Dutch and the doctor. It put him close enough for Curly Bill to grab him and crack his head against the bars of the cell. The deputy slumped unconscious in the outlaw's hands. While Dutch muffled the doctor wih his hand the other gang members retrieved the keys and the deputies' gun. Within minutes the doctor and deputy were bound and gagged with bandages from the doctor's bag. Dutch peeked into the office. It was empty. Working quickly the gang armed themselves. "Domino and Curly get our stock at the livery. Mesquite and I will get the Indian and meet you north of town." "Why the Indian?" Asked Curly. "I don't want to tangle with that Rangerette again. And if we have the Indian she's sure to follow us!" "That's my plan." Said Dutch. "I'll explain it all to you later. Right now let's get out of town!" On the street the gang split up. Dutch and Mesquite used the doctor's buggy and drove to his house. Inside they found Tonta asleep in a bedroom. Dutch pulled the blanket off revealing her nudity. Because of the drug Tonta continued to sleep. The two men stopped for an instant to admire the maidens' athletic body then spread the blanket on the floor. Picking the woman up they laid her on the edge of the blanket then rolled her up inside it. With only her head outside the blanket they tied bandages around the blanket so she couldn't move. Using a knotted bandage Dutch gagged Tonta. He and Mesquite carried Tonta outside and stuffed her behind the seat of the buggy. With a cruel smile on his face Dutch drove north. After three days of non-stop riding the gang arrived at their hideout in the badlands. A place where the lawless were not persued by regular lawmen. The men unloaded supplies and unsaddled their horses. Tonta was taken from the buggy and dumped unceremoniously on the floor of the cabin still wrapped in the blanket. Mesquite started a cook fire while the rest fed and watered the stock. Back inside they gathered around Tonta. "Okay Dutch. I think it's time you tell us why we're carting this Indian around." Said Curly Bill. "I plan to get even with that Rangerette for plugging me. The Indian is the bait that will bring her to me. Starting now, each of us will take a turn watching for her. She can't sneak up on the cabin, the ground's too flat. Once she's here leave everything to me. In the meantime the three of you can use this bitch to keep yourselves occupied. Just remember to keep her alive!" *********************************************************************** The Rangerette reined Silver in front of the doctors' office and went inside. Not seeing the doctor she went to the room where she had left Tonta. She was surprised to find the bed empty. The fresh clothes and Tontas' gun were on the shelf where she had left them. "Doctor Wilson! Are you here?" She called. The doctor came out of another room. "You're back. I'm afraid I have bad news for you." He filled the Rangerette in about the jailbreak and Tontas' kidnapping three days ago. "They took her in my buggy when they left." He finished. "Has the sheriff found anything?" asked the masked woman. "He knows that the gang went into the badlands. He and the posse turned around and came back when they learned about that." Was the answer. "They'd have been killed if they had gone any farther!" Saying no more the Rangerette gathered her friends' things and left. She picked Scout up from the livery and headed toward the badlands. The narrow rims of the buggy along with the number of horses traveling with it made tracking the gang across the badlands to their hideout easy. The heroine alternated riding Silver and Scout who covered the distance with surprising speed. Two days later she sat looking at a cabin on the desolate plains. The buggy by the corral was the one she had tracked. Tonta and the gang must be inside. The only way she could find out was to ride in. *********************************************************************** Mesquite stood by the window drinking a cup of coffee. "I think she's here!" He reported to Dutch. "That's her big white horse isn't it?" Dutch looked out the window. "Yeah that's her alright. And she's coming in. Get the Indian ready and remember to do as I told you." Watching the approaching rider he thought, "Now you're mine bitch!" *********************************************************************** The Rangerette rode in slowly looking for any sign of the gang around the cabin but everyone seemed to be inside. A few yards from the building she reined Silver and started to dismount. The door of the cabin opened and Dutch McCall stood facing her. Her guns were in her hands, cocked and trained on him as her feet touched the ground. "Now don't do anything you'll regret." The big man said quietly. "Remember we have your Indian friend." At that moment Tonta appeared at the doorway her hands tied behind her back and supported by Curly Bill who held a knife at her throat. A tear filled her eye as the masked woman saw the condition of her companion. Tonta had obviously put up quite a struggle. If the Rangerette hadn't detected the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed she might have thought Tonta dead. Her face was bloody and swollen. Her breasts were bruised and the outlaws' bitemarks covered them. The bandage on her wound had both fresh and caked dry blood on it. Semen covered her entire body and feces had been wiped on her inner thighs after the men had sodomized her. Still speaking softly Dutch said, "Holster your guns and drop your gunbelt or Curly will cut her throat, if your guns aren't on the ground in thirty seconds she's dead!" Hesitating for only an instant the heroine dropped her guns into their holsters and unbuckled the gunbelt and let it drop to her feet. "So far so good. If the next part goes smoothly I have her!" Thought Dutch. "Take off your clothes! I want you naked!" When she balked he ordered. "Show her we mean business Curly!" The outlaw pressed his knife to Tontas' throat and a rivulet of blood trickled as the blade penetrated the skin. Tonta gasped but didn't move. The Rangerette cried out, "Stop it! I'll do what ever you want. Just don't hurt her any more!" In moments the proud heroine stood nude in front of the gang. Mesquite and the Domino Kid had exited the shack to watch the young woman take her clothes off. The four stood ogling the six foot beauty. Her magnificent breasts, slender waist and tapered legs were bared for their intense inspection. "Now take off the mask. I want to see your face!" Dutch demanded. "No! My mask stays where it is!" Said the defiant heroine. She stood glaring at Dutch. Her fists clenched at her sides and her body stiff. "Okay." Said Dutch. "Then get into the cabin, now!" He watched the Rangerette walk toward him her eyes riveted to his. Just as she was abreast of him his left fist flashed out and exploded into her solar plexus. A grin came over his face as an audible "Whoosh!!" told him he had driven the breath from her lungs. She dropped to one knee and grabbed her stomach. As she struggled to take a breath Dutchs' right fist slammed into her temple and sent her sprawling face-first onto the dusty ground. Dutch quickly grabbed one of the unconscious womans' arms and pulled it behind her. Looping a rawhide strap around it he tied a knot then reached for her other arm and secured it to the first. Satisfied that she was at his mercy he had Domino bring him a bucket of water. He dumped about half of the bucket onto the Rangerette and she lay at his feet sputtering, coughing and conscious. Kneeling he grabbed her hair and lifted her until they were face to face. "Listen to me bitch and listen good! From now on you're no heroine! You're no better than a two-bit whore and my men and I will use you any way we please! You'll do as I say or I'll have your Indian gutted and you can watch her die! And you won't be needing this!!" He yelled as he pulled the mask from her face. The Rangerette felt really naked for the first time as the gang gazed upon her youthful face. Her defiance seemed to vanish with her unmasking and she knelt waiting for the outlaw leader to continue his torment. He pulled his flacid prick from his pants and washed it with some water out of the bucket. Positioning himself in front of the Rangerette he placed his cock against her lips. The heroine opened her mouth and took him inside. With the feel of her warm mouth and tongue his cock began to pulse and harden. The Rangerette had been forced to give oral sex before and knew how to use her tongue. Moving her head the outlaws' cock slipped in and out of her soft lips. "Damn this bitch is a real cock-sucker boys!" Butch laughed as he watched the woman working on his prick. Suddenly he pulled his cock from her mouth. "We have to finish this inside!" He said. Dutch pulled the woman to her feet and led her into the cabin. He pushed her onto a bed in the middle of the room and tied her legs with ropes attached to the side boards. He wasted no time removing his clothes and mounting the Rangerette. He enjoyed the pain he caused her as he forced himself inside her dry vagina until her juices finally flowed and he began to fuck her in ernest. Curly drug Tonta to a corner of the cabin and threw her on the floor then covered her with a blanket. Mesquite had picked the Rangerettes' clothes and guns and dumped them near where Tonta lay in his haste to return and await his turn with the Rangerette. Dutch pulled his throbbing cock and ejaculated on the womans' stomach then crawled off the bed to get a drink. Curly hurridly took his place and entered the tight vagina his boss had just vacated. He couldn't believe the velvety feel of her vaginal canal. He thought Tonta was the best fuck he ever had but this was incredible. Within a short time he too came and relinquished his spot for Mesquite. The afternoon drug on for the helpless victim and the rapes continued into the night. The mens' appetite for sex with the beautiful woman seemed to be voracious. As her vagina began loosen from all the use they sodomized her. Her breasts were becoming one large bruise as the men took great delight in mauling her firm tits while they fucked her. Tonta lay under the blanket quietly twisting and pulling at her bonds. The twisting motion had worn the skin away from her wrist and it was bleeding. But the blood was soaking the rawhide and allowing it to stretch. Ignoring the pain she continued to work and try to free herself. As night had turned to early morning and the novelty of raping the Rangerette was beginning to wear off. Only Dutch remained awake to torment her. The woman was also drifting in and out of sleep completely exhausted after being forced to service the four men again and again. Dutch sat atop her stomach tit-fucking the sleeping heroine. Even after numerous turns with her and the fact that he was drunk he shot a large load of cum onto her neck and face. "Now lick it clean bitch!" He roared at the unconscious woman. Reaching to the floor beside him he picked up a gun and pointed it at her eye. Placing his cock against her lips he cocked the gun. "Lick it clean I said or I'll blow your head off!" The sound of the gun reverberated inside the cabin and the three sleeping outlaws were awakened. Curly Bill was yawning and reaching for his gun as the next bullet entered his open mouth ripped through his throat then exited through the back of his neck. Slumping he choked to death on his own blood. Mesquite jumped from his bed and was opening the door when a bullet shattered his spine, the next one slammed into the back of his head. Blood and bone spattered the door as he fell to the floor. Domino covered his head and cowered in his bed. He felt a pressure at his temple and probably heard the report as the gun went off. He was dead as he collapsed under the blanket. Tonta walked slowly to the bed where the body of Dutch lay atop her friend, the Rangerettes' gun still smoking in her hand. Her first shot had went through Dutch's eye and the back of his head was gone. Grabbing his arm she pulled his lifeless body onto the floor. She walked through the carnage to a table by the door. Laying the gun on it she retrieved a canteen of water and a rag. Returning to the bed she sat down and untied her friend. Cradling the Rangerettes head on her lap the maiden washed her companions' face and replaced her mask. "You promised your uncle that you would never kill on purpose or in anger." She whispered "But I didn't!" *********************************************************************** The End