MONTIE MONTANA- RANGERETTE

E.N.Cuire

**********

This tale is set in the (not so) old West and is purely fictional in every aspect. If you object to sexual depiction, rape, torture and such, you should read no further. Characters do not reflect any Person, living or dead and any simularity to them is purely coincidental. Nor are any Copyright characters infringed apon to our awareness.

***********

The rains were streaming amidst the thunder and lightning as the tired figure covered by the rubber

duster rode along on an equally tired bedraggled white horse. Flashes of lightning shone brightly against the ebony of the figure's boots and duster, the alkaline grime from the desert now washed off the clothing. The horse's legs were mud bespattered and the duo, rider and horse, would not have been the cause for interest even if the locals had been out to witness their passing. Rest was ahead as the oil lights of the small town, Sutters Crossing, appeared, defused by the teaming rains.

The figure alit when they reached the edge of the town and the boots went ankle deep in mud although

not before anyone watching would have spotted heels of a full six inches and a style oft mentioned as 'French'. The figure was obviously Female although shape was well disguised by the rain gear.

A closeup would have shown sky blue eyes that flashed as another bolt of lightning forked the landscape to crack against a wood roof and set it afire. Montie swiftly led her stallion to the other side of the main street and used a convenient tether bar to quickly wrap the reins around. Turning, she shed the coat, threw it over her saddle bags and took off at a sloshing run across and to the now burning building as screams of panic started to be heard. Montie aimed her shoulder at the thick wooden door and crashed through it, into the already well lit living room where a Wman and a Child cowered behind

a large table.

"Save my child... Please..." Shouted the Woman and pushed the small one into Montie's gauntlettted

arms.

"Both of you..." Gasped Montie as she shifted the child to one arm and grabbed the Woman's arm with the other. Using strength born of desperation, she charged through the flames and out the broken door

to find herself amid the townsfolk who were already forming a bucket brigade.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you..." Sobbed the rescued Woman. "You saved us... You're a Hero..."

Admittedly, the house was already a loss but the townsfolk stopped to get an eyeful at the way Montie's very abundant body was being displayed as the rubber of her outfit clung wetly to it. They

eyed the way her unusual boots swam up crotch high and the way her open bodiced catsuit held

her twin peaks, fortry four FF, aloft and displayed abundant nipples trying to jut through the material.

Montie tipped her white hat to the Woman. "That's my job, Ma'am... Helping out where I can..."

With that, she turned and strode to where Hailey, her steed, was teathered, threw her coat around her shoulders and led the horse down toward the Stables.

Having made sure Hailey was to be fed, watered and curried, she made effortless work of lifting her heavy saddlebags onto her broad shoulders and walking out toward the Saloon and Hotel across the

street. All heads turned in the Saloon when she walked up to the registration desk and dropped her saddlebags.

"Them's mighty big hardwear for a little Lady, Ma'am..." Commented the bartender/clerk despite that Montie towered over him so his eyes made contact with her chestly magnificence. "Pearl handled forty fives, I'd say..."

"I want a room, a bath and a bottle of whiskey right now, friend and then information about where to find the local sheriff..."

"Sheriff's ah-h-h-h, indisposed right now but I can get you the first three right away..." Said the clerk not even masking his ongoing oggling of her attributes. "Course, I'd imagine the Sheriff would love you to join him with Suzanna, anyhow..."

"Pass..." Said Montie as she took the key, the bottle and her saddlebags and made her way, hips

swivelling wonderfully, up the stairs and to her room.

Montie came back down about an hour later, her long blond tresses now shining above the ebony of her costume. She'd been able to clean the mud off her boots and her face no longer bore the evidence of the soot from the fire. She brought the bottle with her and sat at one of the few free tables before calling the bartender over to order a steak dinner. She'd become the center of attraction in the saloon. Not an unusual occurence for her although several of the bar girls seemed quite upset at her presence. She was just tucking into her steak and potato when a voice stopped her.

"Heard you might be lookin' for me..."

Montie looked up into eyes like black olives and noted the Sheriff had a huge gut that folded well over his gunbelt. His badge was stuck on the pocket of a shirt that hadn't seen a laundry in weeks and his jeans looked like he'd slept in them the past two months.

"You're the Sheriff?" She asked quisically.

"And who might you be Dolly?" He asked back.

"The name's Montie Montana and Washington asked me to drop in... I'm a Special Government Ranger

and I'm called on whenever there's a problem that needs fixing..."

"And what problem would be bringing you to our neck of the woods, anyhow?" He asked.

"Organized claim jumping and murder... Lots of murders..." She said matter-of-factly, hoping for a reaction from him.

"We done took care of that there problem... Arrested a whole pile a' chinks and strung 'em up..."

"Didn't stop the murders and the claim jumps, did that?"

"Now see here, Missy... Dont go gettin' that pretty nose of yours where it dont belong, you hear? I said we took care of it and... We took care of it..." With that, he turned and shouldered his way toward the door and on out.

Montie shrugged and finished her dinner before asking for a mug of coffee. Her long booted legs were relaxed as she thought about what the Sheriff had said. She had decided she didn't like him. At all...

"Did I overhear you say you're from the Govenment and here to investigate the claim jumps and murders?" Asked a dulcet voice that brought Montie out of her thoughts. She looked up into eyes almost as azure as her own in a face framed by a coif that would, in future years be known as Pageboy

after a Wonderful Model who had the name. It was a pity, thought Montie, that this Woman's pretty features were overly made up in the fashion of saloon girls across the West.

"Please..." She invited. "Take a seat if you have a few minutes..."

"My name's Nicole Petersen... My friends call me Niki although there are few friends these days..." She

said as she took an empty chair. "My Father was killed by some claim jumpers after he refused to sell off his claim... They went and filed the next morning and Mr. Borchard owns the mine now... I went to the Sheriff and he did nothing except arrest some Chinese railroad workers and went and lynched them

without a trial... I was there and there were no Chinese among the murderers..."

"How do you know that?" Asked Montie, interested. "Weren't they masked?"

"Oh, they were masked all right but I could tell... By their sizes and the way they walked. Chinese dont wear cowboy boots, either..."

"You'd make a good detective, Niki... Can you show me where the mine is located?"

"Sure. But you'll have to meet me outside the town in the morning... I dont dare let the Sheriff know what I'm doing..."

"Hey... You... Nicole... What are you doing on your keester? There's customers to entertain unless you swing the other way..."

That brought guffaws from all and sundry. Niki rose and made her way to a nice looking miner to try and get him to buy her some of that watered down champagne they sold in joints like this. Montie looked at the note Nike had left her indicating the time and place they were to meet.

**********

Montie enjoyed a hearty breakfast early the next morning. The skies had changed to a blue that matched her eyes and many eyes feasted on her as she made her way across to the Stable to get her horse. She'd already made sure her pistols were cleaned and oiled as well as reloaded with dry ammunition and made sure, before leaving the Stable, to jack fresh rounds in her Winchester. She was soon walking her horse out of town and toward where she was to meet Niki, careful that no one should be following her.

The Sheriff, meanwhile, was in the Mansion owned by Benedict Borchard and standing at attention in front of him.

"You make sure someone follows that Ranger wherever she goes... I want to know who she talks to and who wont talk to her... Any problems... I just want her to dissappear. You hear me?"

"Yes Mr. Borchard, Sir... There are lots of guys who'd like to give her a good scare, Boss... Maybe tie her down and get between those long legs of hers..."

"You included, you cunt hound... You're an IDIOT... You could have offered your help and we'd have someone in her camp. Instead, you come off like the World's greatest Lawman and anyone can see through that... Git out of my sight..."

The Sheriff was fuming when he left the house and called out to his henchmen. "Come on guys...

Pussy patrol..."

The men smiled in glee before mounting their horses and riding out.

Montie, meanwhile, had been riding through the forest, wading her horse across occasional streams

and down them for some distance in order not to leave tracks. She finally spurred her steed toward where she hoped Niki would be waiting and, to her surprise, found her astride a horse and wearing what looked to be English riding clothing. Tight beige jodphurs tucked into soft kneehigh leather boots, a

ruffled blouse and a beige leather vest that fought valiantly to contain the mounds that threatened to spill from it. Montie's horse was sure footed so the approach was done in utmost stealth and she had to call out lest she scare Niki.

"What's with the riding outfit?" She asked.

"Oh... You scared me. I didn't hear you coming... Daddy made sure I was brought up in the East and I learned to ride with an English saddle... These are the only riding togs I have... I hope they're all right..."

"Oh, I dont mind. Just surprised to see that kind of outfit out here. Let's dismount, it's time to talk..."

Neither was aware that one of the Sheriff's men had followed Niki and was now making his way back to his horse to ride out and tell the Sheriff of the meeting. Both girls got comfortable and Niki started to speak.

"Dad left Boston when I was a little girl. Mother's family had no faith in him so he set out to make himself rich so he could deserve Mother better. Broke her heart and she never remarried... When I got old enough, I traced him through letters he'd sent but that my Grandmothe witheld from Mother and I

and I came out here... That was shortly before Borchard had him killed because he wouldn't sell his claim for pennies on the Dollar... Borchard then laid claim to the property but I still have the papers that prove it should be mine and I think the original assay posts should still be in place... I was hoping to make enough money for a Lawyer to fight it out in Court and have been saving for a long, long time...

Borchard even offered to marry me so I'd get off his back..."

"Why didn't he just deal with you the way he dealt with your Father?"

"He knows of my Family and they'd stop at nothing to catch up with anyone who murders me..."

"Why didn't you go to your Family for money for the Lawyer, then?"

"I cut myself off from them..." Niki replied sadly. "They caused my Mother's death by hating my Father so much and driving him away..."

"Let's go and see that claim, then..."

Both Women mounted and rode off, Montie following behind at a canter. Her horse suddenly let out a whinny and Montie knew they were being followed. She rode up to Niki and shouted to her to take off

in one direction and that she, Montie, would lead their followers on a different track. She then dropped back and made sure Niki was well ahead then allowed herself to be spotted before gradually increasing the speed of her gallop as the Sheriff's men thundred behind her.

Montie noted that there were four of them, including the Sheriff and led them along knowing her horse

could outrun them with ease but keeping the steed reined in so they'd not lose hope and start after Niki.

She thundered around a boulder outcropping before reining in and jumping off then smacking her steed on the behind so it would run further up the road. She then turned and waded into the lake up to her knees. She then turned and waited for them to make the turn and spot her.

Spot her they did and reined in quickly, coming off their horses in speed dismounts. The Sheriff dismounted with a bullwhip and ordered the other three to go and bring Montie out of the water.

"Damn, Sheriff... You know what that does to our boots..."

"You wanna face Borchard then?" Asked the Sheriff snidely. He knew the answer and so did they. They

started toward the Beauty who just backed away into deeper water as they waded in. She moved as if confident of her footing and was almost thigh deep in the water when one of them splashed and started to sink. Then a second.

"QUICKSAND!!!" Exclaimed the third just as he noted he was stuck as well. The Sheriff then started wading out, flicking his bullwhip as he came.

"You guys cant do ANYTHING right..."

Montie pretended to be frightened but noted through narrowed eyes that the Sheriff was a lot more canny than his trio. He was watching the flow of water just as she had and was aware of where the danger spots were. Getting within distance, he lashed out with the bullwhip which snapped around Montie's gorgeous body eliciting a gasp of pain from her. He pulled back and sent another stinging slash at her which she caught in gauntlet protected hands and tugged on, using the heavier man's own innertia to pull him off his feet. She then charged forward and swung a booted leg, catching the falling Sheriff on his chin and knocking him out. She tehn allowed him to injest a considerable amount of water before dragging him to the bank and using the whip to tie his hands.

"Save us too, Lady... We really didn't want to hurt you..."

Montie's horse had returned and Montie took her time with the trio, using the Horse's power to pull each, one by one, from the quicksand and tying each one before going for the next one. She soon had the four tied and leaning against trees.

"You guys were going to rape li'l ol' me... Weren't you???"

"Naw, Ma'am... You got us all wrong..." The lust on their faces as she opend the fly of her catsuit gave lie to the last statement. She was fingering herself through the opening and the guys were agog. She was also nearing the first of the trio and bending toward him and sending a gauntletted hand down to

unbutton his pants where a huge erection was rising to the occasion. She licked her lips as she took his member in her gloved hand and started a motion known as wanking. He only lasted moments before

his gism fired salvos over her gauntletted hand and she dried the hand on his shirt.

"Hey... You cain't rape my men..." Came the Sheriff's voice. He'd awakened and was surprised at the turn of events.

"Why not?" She said as she made her way to the second and freed his already at-the-ready member.

"You were all going to do me... Admit it..."

She bent her long booted legs and, splaying her pussy lips, went down to engulf the second cock between them. Lustfully moving up and down with her powerful legs, she felt him edge closer and closer to an orgasm of his own. Just as he was about to pop, she arrowed upward and stood there as he pumped out splattering her lovely boots. "Dear, dear..." She said matter-of-factly. "Premature ejaculation..." She then moved on to the third and knelt between his legs. Freeing his member, she brought her lips down and engulfed the cock in her mouth. Appling suction now, she bobbed up and down s-l-o-w-l-y and smiled inwardly, aware that the guy was trying his hardest to prolong the pleasurable sensations being dealt him. Montie, however, was just too capable and Montie pulled away just as his load was shotting up inside of him so she could again allow him to cum over her ebony costume. She then stood up and enclosed herself before turning toward the Sheriff.

"What about ME??? "He went, his bondr threatening to tear it's way through his fly front. "You cant

leave me like THIS..."

Montie looked down at him and smiled. "I can do whatever I want..."

She then approached him and raised a booted foot which she gradually brought down toward his crotch.

S-l-o-w-l-y she teased his prick with her boot toe through the material covering it and suddenly a wet stain appeared on the front of his pants. "Damn it..." He shouted. "I'll get you for this..."

She laughed as she mounted her horse and rode off after telling them they should be able to free themselves by nightfall.

END PART 1