The Ruthless Rustler (F/F) - Parts 15 to 18

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Folks, please keep in mind this is fiction despite the darkness of the story. Thinking of it like a thrilling TV series!

Ruthless Ruster Roxanne Rutledge (F/F)

Roxanne Rutledge was a cattle rustler and often a common thief. She stole cattle, robbed banks, and stirred up all sorts of trouble in town. Roxanne was no ordinary crook, though. She stood out from other criminals. Despite being just 5’2”, this slippery girl always came out on top. She was cruel, binding and gagging her victims. Once she had the girl captive, she taunted them and tortured them. She accomplished these goals using a variety of methods designed to destroy the captive’s will. Finally, she executed her victims in a dramatic scene.

In these stories, she encountered various characters: deputies, sheriffs, bounty hunters, and even ordinary citizens. In total, there were 14 victims of Roxanne’s reign of terror, and then there was Roxanne’s archnemesis and eventual executioner, Annie Oakes. I had more than one run-in with Roxanne before claiming a pyrrhic victory over the serial killer. Too often, I arrived at the scene too late to save the day.

Roxanne had a recurring outfit that never changed across the tales. She always had black combat boots, black crew socks, black cargo pants with many pockets, a black curve neck t-shirt, a pink cowboy bandana neckerchief, and a black cowboy hat, with silvery highlights on both the boots and the hat and gleaming chains hanging out of the pockets of her pants.

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Introduction

Roxanne swings from the cell, dead by hanging. How did we get here? How did I get here? It’s a long story in which 14 girls saw their lives end at the hands of the killer, cattle rustler, and bank robber known as Roxanne Rutledge. So many tried to stop her, but I was the lucky one who got away before she could kill me. Some were cocky; others were foolish; a few were innocent and did nothing wrong to anyone ever. How did I win? Read on. If you dare. It’s a dark, dark story.

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Part 01: Cattle Rustler Eliminates a Sheriff

Maddy Vee stepped into the barn with a look of quiet, calm concern on her face. The bright star on the lapel of her dark brown leather vest made it apparent that she represented the law in this part of the country. Underneath the vest she had a form-fitting cream button-up shirt. Matching that vest were her cowboy hat with its shiny gold band and the cute denim skirt that came down to her calves. With the skirt, she had a dark brown leather belt with a big gold buckle and a gun belt. Around her neck she wore a red bandana in the classic cowboy style.

Sheriff Vee had extremely curly brown hair and big beautiful brown eyes. She was tall, standing at 5’7½” with a strong frame. The natural 34DD breasts were obvious, especially since she wore a tight-fitting top and vest. The light brown cowboy boots and matching pantyhose were quite a nice way to round off the outfit. She surveyed the barn, seeking the criminal.

Roxanne Rutledge was the most infamous cattle thief in the west. She had a reputation for never getting caught in the act, but she’d once been caught with another person’s cattle when she tried to sell it. Supposedly, none lived to tell the story of catching her during a raid. Bodies lay in her wake, their lives ended by her hand. Don't mess with her, or she will make sure you never mess with anyone again.

The Sheriff didn’t know what was about to happen to her. She was clueless. In the dark stood a figure with a lasso in her hand. The trusty brown rope was ready to go to work, and she enjoyed the feeling in her hands while she stood in the shadows. It’s a big barn, perfect for a showdown such as this. The Sheriff was unaware that she was being watched.

It’s quite a scene: a typical more modern barn with that distinct red and white paint, treated wood to prevent rot, support brackets that only began to exist in the 20th century, and so on. There are a variety of stalls, for horses, hay bales, alfalfa, and so on. It is full of hiding places for a short, conniving girl like Roxanne. She used her agility and intellect to make up for her disadvantages.

“Where is that sneaky cattle thief?” the Sheriff asked herself, but that was the fatal question.
“Right here, Sheriff Vee!” Roxanne let her lasso fly, and perfectly encircled the sheriff.
“HEY!” Maddy’s arms clamped to her side with a perfect jerk of the rope, imperiling her.
“There’s plenty of hay in this barn,” Roxanne’s sinister smirk sent a chill down Maddy’s spine.
“You! Roxanne Rutledge, let me go!” the captive demanded, but her own cuffs left her belt.
“I’ll let you go when I’m ready,” the little girl cuffed the Sheriff’s wrists behind her back.

Roxanne’s rope went to work, starting by binding the Sheriff’s elbows together behind her back just like her wrists. It was cold and calculated. The Sheriff could do nothing but plead for any sort of mercy, but she didn’t know that she was to become the first of many who crossed paths with Roxanne and failed to survive to tell the tale. She whined and begged, but her efforts had no effect. It’s one thing to try to soften a heart, but Roxanne’s heart was pure stone.

“Please untie me!” Maddy continued pleading, shaking her head and making her curls fly.
“You can plead all you want, but my mind doesn’t change,” Roxanne coldly responded.
“I won’t pursue you if you let me leave!” the Sheriff was desperate, “Don’t do this!”
“My dear Sheriff, you daily to understand that your free will has died,” the desperado sneers.
“Gmmm!” a red 2 inch ball gag was pushed into Maddy’s mouth to take her permission to talk.
“Perhaps you now understand I make all decisions for me and for you,” Rox secured the strap.

Roxanne forced the unwilling captive to take a seat on the floor of the barn and grabbed more of the brown rope that she kept in her black backpack. While Maddy drooled on the barn floor and all over herself, Roxanne tied her ankles together with the rope, making sure the rope was secure in the heels of Maddy’s boots and wrapping around her feet as well for complete immobility. An exquisite harness followed, wrapping the Sheriff’s bosom in many ways to assert Roxanne’s total control over all aspects of the game. Maddy wailed and looked for help, but help wasn’t found.

Instead of help, Maddy found herself with a tight waist and crotch rope, the crotch rope tied right against her underwear beneath her skirt. Yes, this was no ordinary game, indeed; it was Roxanne playing with a captive. The captive wasn’t human to Roxanne though, or at least had no intrinsic value to her. The ropes were secure and irritating, showing Roxanne’s control over all Maddy’s autonomy. There was nothing warm or fuzzy; it was all cruel domination.

As a reward for not physically resisting since Maddy knew she was helpless, Roxanne only tied Maddy’s legs together on either side of her knees, one rope above the knees and one rope below the knees. Roxanne’s generosity could not be understated in such circumstances, could it? The ropes were tight and right against Maddy’s skin, digging deep and sure to leave lasting marks if she should live so long. In a tour de force, she unbuttoned Maddy’s shirt and pulled it open.

“Look,” Roxanne showed a key, “If you can get the key and unlock the cuffs with, I’ll free you.”

Roxanne put the key down in clear sight but far away on the other side of the barn. It seemed as if she was showing a little bit of mercy to her captive after all. The gleam of light of the bright, shiny metal attracted Maddy’s eye, and she believed her captor’s promise. With hope filling her heart, she began to scrunch the distance to the key, slowly but surely. Terror still seized her heart as it well should have, but she thought this was her chance to at least live.

When she reached the key after an agonizing eternity, really 3 minutes, she began fiddling with the little bit of metal, putting it into the key slot on the handcuffs. She tried a second time, but it was clear that nothing was working. She’d practiced on herself in case of such a situation, but it didn’t help her at this moment. She tried again until her blood went cold and the color drained from her face. She froze, and the only motion came from the stream of drool pouring off the big red ball gag in her mouth. Struggling to maintain her poise and breathing heavily, she looked at her kidnapper with a distraught gaze of mixed fear and horror in understanding of her reality.

“You really didn’t think I’d let you go, did you?” Roxanne sneered, “Why you’d go back to get a posse and come back here and hang me. Say,” she looked up, “that gives me an idea.”

Maddy looked up above their heads at the rafters that supported the roof of the barn. Roxanne hinted at something terrible. Would she really execute Maddy in such a diabolical fashion; did she have something else, likely also dehumanizing, in mind? Maddy could only watch as rope went over the rafter above and Rox passed the rope through the loop to secure it. The captive was now forced to stand up by her captor, and the rope was tied to the harness, limiting how far the captive could now hop and taking away her ability to sit or kneel.

Roxanne reached into her backpack and pulled out a wooden paddle. A total empath, she shared her love of paddles with her new friend, demonstrating that the most satisfying use of a paddle is to apply the flat of the paddle to the rear of the captive. The resulting pain triggered a shriek out of most girls, bringing delight to the user even if not to the playmate. Rox was inimical.

“EEEEEEE!” Maddy shrieked, but the cracking of the paddle sounded in the air.
“I just want you to know I like the way you hop when I do that,” Rox repeated the cruel trick.
“NMMMMMM!” but Maddy’s only responses were helpless bunny hopping and drooling.

The aim wasn’t to hurt the body but to hurt the soul. By totally dominating Maddy, Roxanne had the goal of breaking Maddy’s will to resist while still maintaining a level of terror. This ensured an unhealthy fear that maximized the response to each of Rox’s deplorable deeds.

“Ah ha ha! I think we’re having fun, now. Aren’t we?” the sadistic question frightened Maddy.
“Nmmmmm!” Maddy nodded her head in the hope that this would placate her assailant.
“You’re not supposed to like it!” Roxanne snapped, “I’ll make you pay for toying with me!”
“OWWWWWWW!” Maddy called out loudly, forcing more drool off the ball gag.
“That does it!” Roxanne repeats the cracking sound at least a dozen more times.
“GMMMM!” the Sheriff watches her bandana come off her neck at Rox’s will.

Roxanne takes the red bandana and begins to carefully fold it. She folds it up into a perfect band for a variety of purposes, and she tests the limits of Maddy’s fears by blindfolding Sheriff Maddy with the red paisley square that had once been around the Sheriff’s neck. Maddy lets out a quiet but audibly sad whimper. Her feelings mean nothing to Roxanne, who delights in the response.

Maddy stood in darkness with Roxanne calmly brushing her hair aside, pulling loose hairs out of the gag for the mere amusement of the task. Then Roxanne pulled back, as if she planned to let Maddy be alone, but then Maddy felt a light tap on the left shoulder. She jerked to the left but, of course, found no one. Then a tap came near the base of her spine. She squealed and hopped out of the way, but the rope restricted her to a narrow circle that tired her with time.

“What’s the matter? Is something bothering you?” Roxanne called from yet another direction.
“Huh?” Maddy turned around, but of course she saw nothing, “Hon’h hoo hih hoo he!”

Maddy didn’t call the shots anymore. In fact, she was marked for destruction before she’d even set a foot in the barn; she never called the shots. She was helpless, doomed to die in Roxanne’s eyes the moment the rustler had seen Maddy at a distance. The wheels were set in motion, and Maddy never knew that the point of no return was reached the moment she decided to confront the Ruthless Rustler, although Roxanne wasn’t yet known as such because she’d not killed a soul in her life. Today was the day that all of that changed forever, her self-inflicted “Mark of Cain.”

The blindfold came off to reveal tears pouring down Maddy’s cheeks. She didn’t realize, but this was exactly what Roxanne wanted to see, pain and suffering. The ropes felt tighter than ever, but relief wasn’t coming. In fact, Roxanne jerked on the crotch rope with great vigor, determined to evoke that particular reaction of Maddy. There was no arousal on Maddy’s part, but she was just as incapable as any other woman of preventing that particular reaction. A squeal gave Roxanne the delight she desired, the delight of forcing her captive to achieve her peak femininity.

“I knew it! You are having fun with me!” Roxanne smiled brightly, “I’m so happy!”
“MMMMMMM!” Maddy breathed deeply in the wake of her unwilling climax and shook her head in disbelief at what had to be the most insane, and last, criminal she’d ever encountered.
“Mmmmwah!” Roxanne gave Maddy a passionate kiss on the cheek, “I had fun today.”

Roxanne created a noose using a rope to complete her domination of Maddy and permanently to remove the Maddy problem from her life. As long as Sheriff Vee was around, Roxanne would be chased by the law; but, if she eliminated Maddy without any witnesses around, there would be no proof that she was a killer. She made sure that her knots would hold firm before tossing the rope over a rafters. She took the other end of the rope and pulled it taut, slowly raising her prey from the floor. Maddy’s shriek slowly was replaced with a gasping, gurgling sound. With a sick grin on her face, Roxanne laughed and dusted off her hands for a job well done.

“Thanks for playing, Sheriff, but I really need to be getting along,” Roxanne taunted Maddy.
“Guh!” Maddy struggled to breathe; her legs kicked in a desperate bid to snap the rope.
“See you in hell!” the criminal mounted her stolen steed and began riding away, “Ha ha haaaa!”
“Gnnnnnnn,” the victim helplessly watched as her only chance of survival departed without her.

Maddy desperately struggled and choked on the rope that throttled her, but about 2 minutes after Roxanne’s departure all became still and quiet. The body swung back and forth as a remnant of the impassioned effort. Sheriff Maddy was, after 53 minutes of torment, finally at peace. Now, the die had been cast: Roxanne Rutledge wasn’t not just a cattle but also was a murderer, and an exceptionally ruthless one at that.

END OF PART 01

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Part 02: Cattle Rustler Eliminates a Deputy

Poor Deputy Star Blue never knew what hit her. She was merely going about her job, trying to arrest her best friend’s murderer so that justice could be served. Star wasn’t the type to string up a girl on her own, and she unfortunately was too trusting for her own good. This is the story of how Star Blue became the second victim of Ruthless Rustler Roxanne Rutledge.

Deputy Star looked like a deputy in her own way, but it was mixed with innocence and a touch of the 21st century. Her blue jeans, green socks, and purple sneakers made her seem ordinary and a little naïve. A green-and-purple flannel long-sleeve shirt was tucked into her jeans, and she had a purple bandana around her neck like a Wild West Cowgirl. She had a brown leather vest with a deputy’s star, and her gun was drawn and ready to go at a moment’s notice.

In the barn, Roxanne Rutledge sauntered in that classic all black outfit that only received spark in the form of a pink bandana and some silvery accents on her hat and boots. She was studying the barn with a disturbing calm on her face. She was ready for anything and often checked herself to be sure that no adversaries may be seeking her. When you’re a killer, you expect to be pursued; I think she liked it. She liked the thought of being pursued, stalked, pressured, and tracked. As is true of most, she enjoyed the thrill of the crime, but unlike most she didn’t leave trademarks that could identify her someday; her trademark was much more sinister than anything else I’ve seen.

“Freeze!” Star calmly declared to the rustler, “You’re under arrest for the murder of Sheriff Vee.”
“Very well, Deputy,” Roxanne calmly responded and put her hands up, “You got me. For now.”
“Hands behind your back,” Star ordered and foolishly used a cinch strap to secure the criminal.
“Of course, Deputy, though we all know you’ll take Sheriff Vee’s place for this.”
“That doesn’t matter to me. What matters,” the deputy was firm, “is that justice is served.”
“I’m sure of that…,” Roxanne growled, but that snake was already planning to slip away.

With that, the two began walking out of the barn and towards the forest that would lead them to town. Alas, the setting sun did not symbolize the coming end of the reign of terror; no, this sun was mourning what was to happen. At the setting of the sun, something always ends, even if it’s just the present day; something was about to end, all right.

How Roxanne planned it so perfectly, no one can tell. When you’re heartless like her, you have a sixth sense for vulnerability even when your wrists are cinched behind your back. Suddenly, a jerk came from Roxanne, breaking the grip Star had on her. The criminal spun, planted a foot on Star’s stomach, and shoved her into the trunk of a tree with perfect precision. CRACK! the hapless deputy’s head hit the hard wooden bark, and down she went.. From victory to defeat in a moment. She was garbage marked for destruction the moment she approached Roxanne.

“Fool,” Roxanne effortlessly undid the cinch that bound her wrists.

The Ruthless Rustler seized the moment, taking a roll of silvery duct tape out of Star’s bag and winding a tight binding around the deputy’s crossed wrists and her waist. She wrapped more of the adhesive above and below her victim’s breasts. The poor thing never had time to process her mistake because she regained consciousness during her own capture. The tape was wrapping her legs all the way from her waist down to her ankles, skipping only her knees.

“You pathetic thing. You thought you could arrest me with a stupid velcro strap? Moron!”
“Who do you think you are?!” Star’s eyes were wide in panic.
“Your worst nightmare! I said you’d take Sheriff Vee’s place!”

Roxanne swiftly pulled Star’s shoes off her feet and then removed the green socks. Both socks filled the deputy’s mouth in a moment, and tight layers of duct tape ensured that the socks would never leave Star’s mouth until after she was long dead. Eight layers of adhesive sealed her lips. Unbuttoning Star’s shirt only underscored just how sadistic this cattle thief could be.

Then came the slow march-hop, with Roxanne shoving and taunting a helpless, hopping Star to the site where her life would come to an end. Roxanne had no guilt over her actions, nor did she listen to her captive’s muffled pleas. She was interested in one thing and one thing alone: living as long as possible. If she had to kill lawkeepers to keep herself alive, then so-be-it. A wooden paddle encouraged Star to keep moving in a painful manner.

“Well, deputy,” Roxanne declared as they entered the barn, “It’s the end of the line for you.”
“Hmmm?” Star shook her head as Roxanne took off the purple bandana.
“Just a parting present for you,” the captor slowly and deliberately folded the bandana.
“Nmmmm!” the deputy watched this bizarre artistic approach to such a silly task.
“Don’t be afraid, deputy. We all have to die sometime,” the rustler studied the wide fabric band.

Star begged for her life, but her opportunity to beg ended at “Freeze!” Instead, Roxanne tied the bandana around Star’s neck, pulling it tighter until she could tell that Star was going to suffocate slowly. She could have pulled it tighter for a quick death, but there was no fun in it. She knotted the bandana and gave Star a passionate, insolent kiss, right on Star’s gagged lips, before shoving Star down to the dirt. Roxanne dusted off her hands. The kissing and the dusting. Always.

With that, she mounted on her horse and rode away, leaving the deputy to squirm, struggle, and slowly choke to death. The Deputy died alone, struggling and crying for a brief 2 minutes until all became still. She was just another one who “got in the way” of Rox’s lust for power…

END OF PART 02

Part 03: Cattle Rustler Eliminates a Bounty Hunter

Penny Nichols wore a modern cowgirl outfit that blended rugged style with an unique feminine touch. She wore tight-fitting blue denim shorts that emphasized her athletic figure and paired it with beige cowboy boots that gave her a classic look. Her long-sleeve orange-and-brown button up shirt gave her a traditional, approachable appearance. Around her neck, she had a traditional Western paisley brown bandana neckerchief, and she naturally had an orange bandana headband that kept her hair back and showcased her bold, fiery personality. The outfit was a balance of the tough girl she was and a pretty girl. Penny was a bounty hunter.

She navigated the forest, seeking the infamous cattle rustler, hoping to bring her to justice so the bounty hunter can collect a payday. The small girl with a spunky spirit was a careful girl, unlike the previous two victims, but she wasn't careful enough. Spotting a fire pit and what looked like a closed camp told her someone was nearby, and she soon felt cold metal against her brain stem.

“Drop the gun belt,” Roxanne ordered the little blonde, “Or your brains will blast to Iowa.”
“Fine,” Penny was defiant though, “And then I flip the tables and take you down.”
“Be a good girl. Nice and slow,” the wicked woman watched Penny's movements.
“What the hell are you doing?” the smaller girl demanded as she was pulled against a tree.
“Making sure your body feeds the bears when I’m done with it."

Penny was pulled against the narrow tree, and her elbows were zip tied together on the other side of the tree. which acted as a pole between her torso and her arms. The zips went down her arms below her elbows, at her forearms, and at her wrists. At each of these four points, Roxanne also zipped the bound arms to the tree itself. These wider zips were only the beginning.

Each decision Rox made was one of dominance. That's why Roxanne took off Penny's boots and socks. That's why she stuffed both socks into Penny's mouth. That's why she sealed Penny's lips by wrapping her head in 6 layers of duct, and that's why she didn't break the tape but wrapped it around Penny's head and the trunk of the tree several more times. That's why she unbuttoned the captured Penny's shirt, moved her bra up, wrapped zips at the base of her boob, and put a pair of clothespins on her nipples. It was cold, methodical, cruel, sadistic, and heartless domination.

“Oh, I bet you just love this,” Roxanne taunted Penny.
“Nmmmmmmmm!” Penny shook her head in firm, confident defiance.

Domination is why Rox zipped each of Penny's fingers to its counterpart on the other hand, with a zip at the base of the fingers and at the third knuckle. It's why she zipped Penny's thumbs and the palms of her hands. These thin zips had no purpose except to make Roxanne feel the rush of unnecessary wickedness. Penny was just a toy to use and discard in Roxanne's eyes.

More zips secured Penny's torso to the tree. The first above her breasts; the second below; the third above her belly button; the fourth at her waist. She pulled Penny's legs around the tree, but that meant Penny was in the air. Indeed, she was, and Rox zipped Penny's ankles together. Yet another little zip secured Penny's big toes, and the next little zip connected Penny's ankles and wrists. This was one diabolical hogtie. On the front side of the three, Rox still forced Penny's knees together and used wide zips at her lower, middle, and upper thighs to bind the legs together with efficient cruelty. Each was accompanied by a zip that secured the thighs to the tree trunk.

“I bet your socks are delicious,” Roxanne taunted Penny, “Yummy, tasty girls pink socks.”
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!”
“Oh, I know. You like my bandana? Thank you. Thank you for the little strip tease, too.”

Then came the cruelty of an electric toothbrush. High-powered with a fresh battery, ready for as much torture as Roxanne wanted to give. There was a menacing glee in Roxanne’s eyes, and the confidence on Penny’s face had turned to terror. A grimace came over her face along with deep guttural groans when Rox tweaked the clothespins just a little. Total, absolute domination.

Most traditionalists would argue for the existence of four stages of tickling: laughing, chuckling because you’re too tired to laugh, groaning because your muscles are sore, and suffering because your muscles are hurting and straining. It’s a reflex; you can’t stop it. If you’re ticklish at a spot, you will laugh when you’re tickled there . Penny laughs; she chuckles; she groans; she last of all wails in pain. It probably feels like an eternity for her, but it’s 27 minutes by my watch.

Then came the coup de grâce, if such mockery is mercy. The first was the mocking, passionate, long kiss on Penny’s gagged lips while Penny stirred and groaned. The second was the taping of Penny’s nose shut, suffocating her. Rox had an empty, sinister grin on her face as she withdrew from the moment, dusting her hands off. While Penny passionately struggled, desperately trying not to die, Roxanne casually picked up her tent and walked towards her waiting car. Penny was getting slower, and I could almost hear her suffering. Soon, she was still, and Roxanne walked up to Penny, smiled, and tenderly patted her cheek. Notch number three in Roxanne’s gun.

At a distance, I, U.S. Marshal Annie Oakes, watched it all through my binoculars. Unable to do anything because I wasn’t ready to deal with someone this savage, inhuman, and deplorable. I knew then that, much as I hated to do so, I would have to hang her to end this madness. She’d finagle or sweet talk her way out of meeting the hangman or simply bust out of jail.

“Roxanne Rutledge, I’ll get you,” I muttered, knowing that I’d found my greatest opponent.

END OF PART 03

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Part 04: Cattle Rustler Eliminates a Banker

Lucille Rossi was prim and pretty, modern and elegant, yet out of place in a Western setting. It is a world of anachronisms, with cars, cell phones, cattle rustlers, and old style banks. Wearing her black pumps and black pantyhose, icy blue flowy knee skirt, and a fitted, shiny pink long-sleeve button-up blouse made her look professional, polished, and feminine. The icy blue bandana she wore as a headband gave her a modern vibe that still looked sweet and approachable.

Then the cattle rustler appeared. You know it all: black combat boots, black cargo pants, a black t-shirt, a black cowboy hat, and a pink bandana neckerchief. Silvery accents adorned the hat and boots. Roxanne Rutledge was only now starting to get around based on my description of her, as all I knew about this incorrigible monster was all that is known by the realm of the living.

“Hi, may I help you?” Lucille hummed while doing her end-of-workday paperwork.
“Yes, actually,” Roxanne showed a shotgun, “Let me empty that vault as much as I desire.”
“Well, I’m not afraid to die. And the combo’s in my head. Figure it out yourself.”
“You’re pathetic and stupid,” Rox approached Lucille with brown rope and grabbed her arms.
“Oh, my,” Lucille was calm, “You’re a kinky girl. Shouldn’t we do dinner and a show first?”
“You are the show, and the money in this vault will pay for dinner,” the desperado sneered.

The rope tied Lucille’s arms in a tight boxtie, and dominance was quickly asserted with a crotch rope underneath Lucille’s skirt. The chest harness was an effective and tight device that served to both restrain Lucille and give Roxanne a sick thrill. Lucille didn’t react at all, drinking it all in with an innocent curiosity. She didn’t care that ropes were tying her legs together at the ankles, shins, knees, and thighs. Instead, she simply clacked her heels on the floor like it was a game.

CLACK! CLACK! CLA-CLACK! CLACK! CLA-CLA-CLA-CLACK!
“You really shouldn’t do this,” Lucille mused, “It’s low class. Ask me out first, y’know?”
“Would you shut the f-ck up? I need to hear to crack the safe!” Roxanne snarled furiously.
“I don’t even know your name, Miss Bank Robber. You’re the one lacking manners!”
“Fine. I’m Roxanne Rutledge. Happy?” the criminal seemed disarmed by Lucille’s attitude.
“Yeah. I’m Lucille Rossi. You may call me Lucy if you’d like,” the naïve girl smiled back.
“Now, shut up, Lucy!” Roxanne grabbed a head harness ball gag.

Into Lucille’s mouth went the big yellow ball gag. It was really big, probably 2.5 inches. Each strap was pulled tight, but Lucille shrugged and giggled. She didn’t care that she was being so cruelly treated because it wasn’t her fault she was being robbed. She’d wake up tomorrow and come back to work here, trying to help people with the situation with similar poise. In fact, she was so casual about the entire thing that she started humming songs and tapping out rhythms with her heels, undeterred by the drooling caused by the enormous gag in her mouth.

Lucille let out a squeal because of the crotch rope. She took a few more deep breaths, and then she shook her head as if to say “Really, Roxanne, that’s a little invasive and personal since we only just met.” Roxanne, unamused by this moment, unbuttoned Lucille’s shirt to assert herself as the boss in this situation. Lucille simply giggled and blushed, unaffected by the exposure of her breasts. Indeed, she almost seemed to be exploiting a hopeless situation for her enjoyment.

“I NEED TO HEAR!” Roxanne was the one being broken this time, and she took Lucille’s heels.
“Ohhhhh,” Lucille rolled her eyes as if her behavior was more normal than Roxanne’s.

Desperate to make a point and to give Lucille a chance, Roxanne took one of the heels and used a medical bandage to hold it over Lucille’s nose. She wrapped it tightly, and Lucille winced at the smell of her own show. Still, her face showed more of a dismissive “Aren’t you a naughty girl?” response than any of the fear that fed Roxanne so well. The captive was dominating!

Still, Lucille kept up her immature response, shaking her head until the shoe fell out because it was intended to be a warning shot, not actual torture. For once, Roxanne was about business in committing crime, and instead her captive seemed to be demanding torture and execution! This was an unexpected development, and the barefoot girl hopped up alongside Roxanne to watch a safecracker at work. Lucille had found her show all right; it was Roxanne at the rotary combo! Lucille remained there as a mere annoyance until a pull on crotch rope made her squeal again.

“Stop it now! Or I will lock you in the little safe and not let you go! You’ll slowly suffocate!”
“Hmmmph!” Lucille tried to resist, but a purple bandana blindfolded her.
“This should stop you!” Rox redid the straps of the harness so that Lucy couldn’t remove it.

Lucille was indomitable though. She hopped about still, albeit in her stocking feet. She bumped into objects without much care. Roxanne had tried so hard, she truly had, but, when Lucy let out a third squeal, Roxanne reached her breaking point. She unknotted the blindfold after letting her captive act like an idiot for a few minutes, and she grabbed Lucille by the collar of her shirt.

“I warned you! Now get in there!” Roxanne stuffed Lucille into the safe and kissed her.
“NMMMMMMM!” Lucille’s eyes filled with terror as she heard the click of the door shutting.
“There’s your kiss! You just committed suicide, you idiot!” the criminal dusted off her hands.

On this dark note, Roxanne cracked the safe in peace and walked off with piles of money. Inside the little safe, a terrified Lucille wailed at the top of her lungs, knowing she’d be dead before her boss opened the safe in the morning, as he did each and every single day. Too little, too late.

END OF PART 04

Part 05: Cattle Rustler Meets Her Match - Part 1

I stepped out of my car on a call of suspicious activity near a barn. My white cowboy boots and brown pantyhose showed me to be a modern cowgirl as did my pink and brown plaid flowy knee skirt. A red long-sleeve t-shirt, a white cowboy bandana, and a brown cowboy hat gave a classic cowgirl side, though, and my glasses showed me to have, well, poor vision. It was time.

The horse trailer and pickup truck towing it were obvious, especially since the engine was warm. Given the call, this was a cattle rustler at work for sure. It had to be Roxanne, but where was she hiding? I looked around the trailer, checking all directions, but it wasn’t good enough. Instead, I was struck from behind with the butt of Roxanne’s gun, and I immediately lost consciousness.

I opened my eyes with a stir. Even before I opened them, from the moment I regained my senses I could feel the clothesline that bound me. Indeed, I was in a tight situation, with the clothesline tying my wrists together behind my back and my legs together at my ankles, knees, and thighs. I could feel the pass that Rox had made into the heels of my boots so that I couldn’t remove them. Here in the barn, I was vulnerable and seemingly helpless, but I knew I had an ace up my sleeve.

“I’m glad you’re awake after so long,” Roxanne cackled while standing over me.
“You,” I growled, noticing the blue 2 inch ball gag and the paddle in her hands, “Whatever.”
“I’ve never gotten to… kill… a U.S. Marshal before,” she seemed sure of her victory.
“You haven’t won until I’m dead,” I retorted before I was gagged with the blue ball, “Gmmmm.”
“Thank you for that pathetic bravery, but when I’m done with you you’ll be glad to die.”
“MMMMMMM!” I looked at her with a brighter fire than she had in her own eyes.

The horse thief, murderer, and bank robber forced me to stand up and attached a hook to me, the hook attached to a rope that was looped around a pulley in the ceiling to a winch on the wall. It raised my arms with click after click until I was in a strict, but not painful, strappado position. I didn’t have to try to make the ball gag force drool from my lips, which dripped onto the floor. A puddle quickly started to form, but then my torment began with a smack with the paddle.

She struck me; I definitely winced. She tried to dominate; she couldn’t. I snarled and snapped at her with a fury that showed I wasn’t only defiant but also confident in something. She laughed at me though; she thought she had all the cards; she really believed it. I winced from the pull of the strappado on my wrists. I didn’t fear her despite her confidence. She spanked me repeatedly with the paddle, verbally taunting me without remorse.

“Marshal Oakes, you’re different, and I like that. You think you’ll somehow win,” she grinned.
“Mmmmmm,” I glared back at her as if she were nothing but a spoiled child that was acting out.
“Oh, Marshal, you need some humility!” she took my skirt away from me, “Nice panties, dear!”
“Hmmph!” I rolled my eyes at her attempt to dominate me, much to her consternation.
“Hmmm? Yes, hmmm. Unlike a skirt, red panties don’t protect against paddling!” she laughed.
“GMMMMMM!” I winced when she resumed, but I continued to maintain a fiery gaze.

I could see the gears turning in her head; she had to regroup. In fact, Roxanne took my skirt and her paddle and left the room, probably to pick out her favorite toy to try next. I could see her at a rack on a wall lined with all sorts of torture tools: vibrators, clamps, paddles of various sizes, the collection of gags, and so forth. The cattle rustler underestimated more than even I realized.

There I stood alone, arms in the air, skirt stolen but my pride intact. I knew the best way to steal a notch from her mental toughness, just like she stole lives to make a notch in her gun or, more likely, in her favorite paddle. I drooled and squirmed while trying to effect my plan, a plan that I knew, if successful, would put me in the lead in this game of cat-and-mouse. I was one ferocious kitty for a person who preferred small dogs. Now, it was time to pounce and scare the mouse.

How did I do this? By doing the seemingly impossible. I escaped Roxanne’s elaborate trap with a series of squirms and struggles. I made a massive puddle of drool on the floor during those 10 agonizing minutes, because I knew she’d execute me in a New York minute if she saw that I was able to escape even a strappado. There’d be no second thoughts from her. Right now, she was a girl under the spell of her own delusions of grandeur. That’s why I fought; she was cocky.

I struggled and struggled, and soon I felt a hand escape the rope. With some awkward effort, as I am a bit stiff, I released my other hand. I sat down and, in record time, undid all of the ropes that bound my legs. She tied me tightly, as shown by the rope marks where I was bound. Roxanne’s face was about to be worth a million dollars. I didn’t remove the gag; it wasn’t necessary yet.

“My dear, I have a… WHAT. THE. F-CK?!?!!?” she exclaimed in horror when she saw.
“Hmmmmmmm,” I shook my head, but she reached for her gun.
“I’ll have to do this the messy and loud way, I see!” Roxanne’s color drained from her face.
“NO!” I cried out into the gag and tripped her and took off running.

I ran as fast as I could, grabbing my backpack as I dashed out the open door of the house. There was no time to waste. I never looked back; I couldn’t afford to do that. I had to keep moving as gunshots rang out. I ran like the devil chased me and unlocked my car. I didn’t pause to buckle my seatbelt. I drove away as quickly as I could; she couldn’t hurt me in public. When I reached a straight road, I put my seat belt on. Only at a stop sign did I remove the ball gag.

“Roxanne Rutledge,” I gasped, “This isn’t over yet.”

END OF PART 05

[LunaDog]

“This isn’t over yet.”

I sure hope not!

[AlexUSA3]

Part 06: Cattle Rustler Eliminates Another Bounty Hunter

Roxanne entered a room and looked in both directions. The famous cattle rustler wore her now famous black cargo pants, black combat boots, black sports bra, and pink cowgirl bandana. On this occasion, her shirt was a black button-up short-sleeve shirt. The rustler, the scourge of many though, had never been successfully captured, whether by bounty hunters, sheriffs, US Marshals, or deputies. Bodies have been left behind in her wake, their lives ended by the ruthless rustler.

Genevieve entered the room as well. The bounty hunter had a knee-length denim skirt, her own brown cowboy boots, a red short-sleeve button-up shirt, and a red bandana neckerchief. She had a cowboy hat, of course. The bigger girl waited for her mark to appear, having trailed her into a new hideout in a new county with new lawkeepers. Roxanne was unaware of the presence of an assailant and stepped out of the bathroom with a smug look on her face. Poor Miss Badeaux.

“AHA!” the bounty hunter’s French accent was thick and strong, “I have you, you snake!”
“GMGMGGMGMMMM!” Roxanne could not believe that she had been jumped by someone.

Genevieve pushed a bright orange rubber ball into Roxanne’s mouth and knotted the associated green bandana that was threaded through the holes of the ball gag. Just as quickly, the huntress took out white rope to bind Roxanne. It was a tight binding, and it seemed strong and sure for a capture. The rope bound Roxanne’s wrists and elbows behind her back; it bound her legs at her ankles, knees, and thighs. The ankle rope went into the heels of her boots. A harness and a tight waist-and-crotch rope pinned her arms and humiliated her. It all seemed perfect.

“At last, I have found you, Roxanne,” the captor removed the rustler’s neckerchief and folded it.
“Mmmmmm!” Roxanne shook her head, like she was playing a game with a child.
“Now you are in my paws!” the bounty hunter blindfolded her captive with the pink bandana.
“Mmmmmmmmm!” Roxanne complained quite loudly at this development but kept her poise.
“I will now go looking for proof that you are the infamous rustler all have sought.”
“Hmph,” one can picture the defiant murderess rolling her eyes under the blindfold.

Bounty hunters can be useful, but man they can be cocky. They successfully nab a couple small time crooks and think they can take on the world, and over half of them end up in trouble where they decide to get out of the game or become the one pursued by the law. Genevieve was such a criminal, having too much confidence in her ropes, leaving to explore Roxanne’s lair only after a streak of arrogance compelled her to unbutton Rox’s shirt and move her bra to expose her.

Roxanne struggled as soon as she was left alone, and within 5 minutes she made amateur hour of a seemingly effective binding. Soon, there was only a pile of ropes on the floor and a smug grin on the desperado’s face before dusting herself off. She heard Genevieve’s footsteps and waited out of sight. As soon as the bounty hunter entered the room, Roxanne struck Genevieve using the butt of her gun. Immediately, Genevieve was knocked out, just like I had in the last part of this dark adventure. Roxanne was a professional, and now Genevieve slumbered from the blow, unaware that her chapter was about to come to a dark conclusion. What an escapist though!

The scene transitioned to Genevieve groaning into a blue version of Roxanne’s gag, including a green bandana. She was bound at her wrists, forearms, elbows, breasts, waist and crotch, ankles, knees, lower thighs, and upper thighs. She was struggling on the floor with determination. She thought she would escape and exact revenge, but Roxanne had plans for her. She began to craft a noose-like rope fixture around Genevieve’s neck, signaling the beginning of the end.

“Well, well, Miss High-and-Mighty, did you really think you’d outsmart Roxanne Rutledge, the great cattle rustler? That’s right, you know my name, but you’re just another nobody to me.”
“Gmmmmm!” Genevieve mumbled angrily behind her gag, realizing what was happening to her.
“Too bad this is the end of the line for you,” Roxanne ran the rope to Genevieve's ankle bonds to make a strangle hogtie, “Aww, you don’t like that, do you? You're all trussed up like a horse.”
“MMMMMMMM!” Genevieve felt the rope going back and forth from her neck to her ankles.
“I’ve always been good with knots; makes you wonder how many times I’ve done this, hmmm?”
“Unnnn!” the captive groaned and arched her back, trying to resist as the rope pulled tight.
“This one’s my favorite,” Roxanne pulled it back and forth, “Makes you real quiet and still. Wouldn’t want you escaping, would we? Bad things happen when bounty hunters target me.”

The rope was knotted out of reach. This was it: Genevieve Badeaux was going to die in one of the roughest, but most popular, methods of the wild west. Time was running out for Genevieve, who struggled with a passion that believed that this wasn’t inevitable, but it was. Game over.

“You should’ve stayed in whatever dusty little town you crawled out of,” Roxanne grins, “Now? You’re nothing but proof of why folks don’t mess with me. But hey, you’ll look real pretty when they find you like this. You’ll just be another strangled corpse; no one sees my face and lives.”
“Gmmmm!” the captive’s protests made a slight echo while Roxanne admired her work.
“Good luck,” Roxanne planted a passionate kiss on Genevieve’s lips, “Your neck’s on the line.”
“Guh!” Genevieve struggled against the strangulation that destroyed her speech, “GUG!”
“Guess this’ll teach you not to get mixed up in the world of rustlers. You were never cut out for this,” Roxanne circled Genevieve, “One less nuisance in the world, and another lesson learned for the next fool who thinks they can take me down,” she dusted off her hands and walked away, “Good luck in the next life, sweetheart. You need it,” and never looked back at the still corpse.

And thus Genevieve became yet another victim of the reign of terror of Roxanne Rutledge.

END OF PART 06

Part 07: Cattle Rustler Eliminates Another Sheriff

The blonde-haired blue-eyed Sheriff Karina Nilsson was a personal acquaintance of mine. Not that we were too close, but we could reliably message each other about crime in our area so that we could be on the lookout in our own anachronistic towns. She was a good girl, and this is how Roxanne first personally hurt me with how she tortured and murdered someone.

Karina was wearing blue jeans, black combat boots, a black bandana neckerchief, a yellow and green plaid flannel shirt, and a cowboy hat as she entered the basement, searching for Roxanne Rutledge. A sheriff’s star shone brightly even in the minimal glow of the nearby window. Poor thing stepped into the room, and the light turned on. Roxanne’s gun was at the base of her neck.

“You came all this way just to screw up and add another notch to my gun,” Roxanne taunted her, “Keep your hands raised in front of your chest. Take 6 steps forward. Turn around. Take off your gun belt. No funny business unless you want to die by gunshot. Keep your mouth shut.”

Karina had no choice but to comply, stepping forward 6 times, turning around, and removing her gun belt. For the last time in her life. Two pairs of hinged rigid handcuffs were found in the belt of the doomed Sheriff, and Roxanne used both to bind Karina’s arms behind her back: one pair at her wrists and one at her elbows. There was no escaping this.

White roped bound Karina’s ankles, knees, and thighs while she sat on the floor, her back tightly against the wall. The sheriff fought the ropes with a mighty passion, but she was powerless and helpless. Roxanne knelt on the floor and removed Karina’s boots and socks, and that is when an extraordinary and cruel trick was played upon the captive sheriff. It appeared to the sheriff that one stinky sock was stuffed inside the other with a red bandana tied around the neck of the outer sock. No one wants to be gagged with their own pair of dirty socks, but deep inside this specific dirty sock gag were the keys to the handcuffs that bound Karina’s arms. Roxanne approached.

“Can't have you talking,” the killer grinned while jamming the socks into Karina’s mouth.
“Gmmmmmm!” the captive groan while Roxanne ruthlessly knotted the bandana without care.
“There, there, dear. I’m not done with you yet,” Roxanne had no care for Karina’s well-being.
“MMMMMM!” Karina was helpless against 7 layer of gray duct tape wrapping her head.
“Isn’t duct tape such a cozy and personal gag?” Roxanne kisses Karina’s gagged lips.
“Mmmmmmm,” was all my late friend could say in this agonizing moment of torment.

Roxanne abandoned Karina to struggle in the basement for a few minutes. Karina was unaware of the treachery in her mouth, frantically struggling because she was quite aware of her captor’s reputation. Roxanne Rutledge had graduated to being a self-trained serial killer. Roxanne had learned from her past experience and soon was back in the basement, eager to taunt her prize in the usual manners. Roxanne takes some more rope out of her trusty bag and crouches down on the floor next to Karina. The dominant desperado unbuttons Karina’s shirt to humiliate her.

“Remember those handcuffs you’ve got on? The ones around your wrists… and your elbows?”
“Gmmm,” Karina watched her breasts become exposed to assert Rox’s control of the situation.
“The keys to the cuffs,” Roxanne had a devilish grin on her face as circles me before she stooped down and taunted in her most condescending tone, “The keys… they’re in your socks.”
“Huh?!” Karina’s mouth moved as she felt around and noticed the texture, “NOOOOO!”
“Yesssss!” the captor laughed a little, tapped the tape on her face, and squeezed her cheeks like a mother squeeze’s her baby’s cheeks, “Yes, it's true! They’re safely tucked away, nice and tight.”
“NNNNMMMMMMMMM!” the captive now realized just how mind boggling this all was.
“Can't have you escaping,” Karina’s murderer grabbed a coil of rope and wiggled her eyebrows.

Thus began the most macabre dance ever seen in the wild west. Sure, Roxanne would later grow to use some of these individual methods in the most sadistic and cruel manners, but this sequence in the basement was the one that truly demonstrated what a monster Roxanne Rutledge could be when she knew she was in absolute control without any threat of capture in the moment.

Roxanne first tied a breast harness to keep Karina’s breasts vulnerable. Every action asserted the terrible reality of Roxanne’s control. The sadist added a tight waist and crotch rope to torture my friend and pin the victim’s arms before Roxanne pulled the crotch rope with exceptional cruelty, forcing dark, involuntary arousal that added to the panic. She hadn't expected to have the keys to the handcuffs stuffed into my own mouth, and she first hand saw how this vile woman got a thrill out of pulling on that crotch rope tight. Roxanne leaned in close to whisper in Karina’s ear. This is the horrible reality of being a woman: it is so easy to do such things that incapacitate us.

“How does that feel, sweetie? A little intimate, right? You sure as hell aren't escaping.”
“Mmmm!” Karina was red faced now, and she unwillingly got off from the crotch rope.
“Time to really make you squirm,” she grabs the tape, “Ready for some real fun?”
“Nnnmmmmmmmm!” the sheriff shook her head and frantically struggle.
“You’re making this a lot more difficult than it needs to be, cowgirl,” Roxanne’s eyes narrowed.
“Nmmm!” Karina watched as Roxanne moved the tape toward her nose, savoring the moment.
“There's no hiding,” Roxanne mocked her, “It's my game and my rules,” and began the smother.

Karina couldn’t do anything except groan and struggle. This time I struggled and groaned, too. I could feel the theft of the oxygen from my own lungs. Murder is a grievous sin, but nothing can compare to the perdition of sadistically torturing someone for your amusement before you steal their last breath. In Karina’s mind, there was no escape from this; we all knew it. Nothing was as horrific as having your ability to breathe taken from you, but then the tape came off only since Roxanne was enjoying the show much more than even she had expected at that moment.

Karina was slowly being put in an agonized frenzy by the crotch rope. While she was as strong as they came, Roxanne had really tied this one tightly. There was no using sheer willpower to ignore the presence of that rope. It was an invasive and personal matter, but the rope had no will of its own, an involuntary victim used to victimize another person involuntarily . There came a distinct, angry, almost primal groan from Karina each time she felt the brutally forced reaction.

Roxanne mocked Karina, “Is it fun?” then whispered, “You’ll be begging me for mercy soon.”
“Mmm mmmmmmmm!” Karina tried to adjust, but she instead collapsed in a forced reaction.
“Are you panicking? Is it too tight?” Rox enjoyed the moment so much, unpeeling the tape.
“Mmm… mmm,” Karina’s lungs heaved up and down as she enjoyed fresh oxygen.
“I’m not killing you…,” Roxanne playfully and condescendingly spoke to her captive, “YET.”
“Nnmmmmm!” the sheriff’s nose was sealed again, and she frantically thrashed in her captivity.
“I bet you wish you’d stayed home. Well, too late, but WHAT a show!” she paddled Karina too.

Karina tried her best. My friend suffered so much now. She rolled onto her stomach, squishing her prone bust against the bare concrete floor. At that did was encourage Roxanne to squish her nipples with binder clips. There are killers; there are sadists; and then there’s Roxanne. No one could afflict such pain, enjoying the cry of the captive at such a sharp moment, and respond with a jerk on the crotch rope the way Roxanne did unless they were pure, conscience seared evil. It was at this time that Roxanne did the most deplorable part of her routine, the passionate kiss.

“Look you you, bound and gagged, gasping for air, desperate to get those keys, but they're in your mouth. So ironic, isn't it? Escape is so close yet so far,” she briefly unpeeled the tape one last time again, “Those keys… deep… inside… your… socks,” she poked Karina in the cheek as she said that, “Isn't it funny?! Your socks hold the keys to freedom!” she laughed quite darkly.
“Mmmph… Mmmph…,” Karina’s breath were deep, and the involuntary reactions were strong.
“You gagged yourself, sweetheart,” she mocked my friend, “With the keys. You're stupid!” she smothered Karina again and stood up, “Isn't it funny? Gagged with the keys to escape!”
“Mmmmmmmmmm!” another reaction made Karina collapse; her face was bright red.
“Hero? Ha! You're just another victim of a dumb decision! You’ll never get those keys. You're not able to even take a little bit of oxygen without my permission. Fighting just excites me! You are alllllll mine,” Roxanne’s voice was barely audible, “To kiss… to taunt…to kill. I’m so glad you so strongly enjoyed the crotch rope, but this is the last time you’ll ever play with me.”
“...,” Karina twitched one last time, with a final involuntary reaction to the crotch rope.

On this dark, mind blowing note, Roxanne dropped Karina’s body to the floor, stood up, dusted off her hands, and walked out of the basement, leaving behind yet another victim of her wrath.

END OF PART 07

Film 08: Cattle Rustler Eliminates a Ranch Hand

Sarah Johnson never hurt even the flies that buzzed around the horses. She was a pure soul, as a local sheriff, specifically the late Sheriff Katelynn Banks, relayed to me. She had a heart of pure gold that got in the way of a heart of pure coal. Poor Sarah, more than anyone else crossed paths with Roxanne Rutledge, deserved to live. She didn’t even interfere with Roxanne; she existed in Roxanne’s world, which was enough for her life to be ended by the miserable, wicked wretch.

Sarah stood brushing one of the horses while joyfully singing Bible songs. A brown denim knee skirt shower how sweet but practical she was; she skin tone pantyhose allowed her tan to show in a feminine and still rather modest manner; her pastel yellow button-up short-sleeve shirt added to her approachable demeanor; the matching pastel yellow bandana headband brought it together in a warm, kindly vibe. The ponytail and the brown scrunchie showed her to be a hard worker who was committed to her job and found a sense of peace and happiness when she was about her job. The brown cowboy boots were practical yet had feminine designs. What a sweet girl she was.

“Good afternoon!” Sarah cheerfully, innocently greeted Roxanne Rutledge with that warm, kind southern twang and those warm blue-eyes and long brown hair, “May I help you?”
“Maybe,” Roxanne merely smiled and looked at the horses, “Do they make them all as dumb as you around these parts, or are you just a special case of eating the sugar meant for the horses?”
“Ummm… uh… pardon me? Are you in distress?” Sarah was taken aback but stayed positive.
“No, but you’re about to be in tons of distress in a few seconds!” the murderer struck with speed.
“HEY NOW! NO!” Sarah fought, but a red bandana, soaked in chloroform, covered her nose.
“That’s it, my dear. Go to sleep,” Roxanne sinisterly smiled and dropped the unconscious girl.

The girl in the infamous all black outfit stood over the still form and put her backpack down on the ground beside Sarah Johnson. Out of the bag came coils of rope, and from Roxanne’s lips came a maniacal cackle. Roxanne was already in a fraught, clearly frantic, struggle to decide a method of execution for the innocent ranch hand who was getting paid to live her dreams out.

The scene transitioned to Sarah standing in the barn, in one of the empty stalls. Her body was in a large ‘X’ shape with her arms spread out above her and legs spread out where she stood. There were ropes running from each ankle to the corners where the open wall’s studs met the floor with the wooden boards drilled into the concrete slab. Ropes ran from her wrists to the rafters above; she was spread out and prone. With a stir, Sarah woke up to see Roxanne putting her boots on.

“Now, ma’am, what do you call this?” Sarah asked in innocent confusion at her placement.
“I am a horse thief, and you’re the horse’s guardian,” Roxanne used a stool to stand over Sarah.
“Well, ain’t this dandy,” the captive turned her head with a grumble, the last words she ever said.
“Enjoy your last meal,” Roxanne stuffed her black socks into Sarah’s mouth.
“GMMMMMMM!” Sarah shook her head at the flavor, and a blue bandana cleave gagged her.
“There, I don’t have to worry about you talking back to me.”

Heartless people do what heartless people do. In this case, it was an electric toothbrush that was the torture of Sarah Johnson’s final minutes on this earth. At least she got to laugh one last time before she was snuffed, because I am sure she made lots of people laugh with her bright eyes and her kind spirit. Of all the losses to Roxanne’s madness, this one was the most revolting.

Never did laughter seem so evil. Both laughed, but one laughter was an involuntarily torment to satisfy a sadist’s thirst while the other was the enjoyment of cruelty and suffering. Tears rolled down Sarah’s cheeks; some were tears from the laughter; others were her realization of the end of her life drawing near. Sarah wasn’t afraid to die, but it felt so empty to die in this way. It when on and on until Sarah was almost in pain, or 21 minutes, before Roxanne stopped.

“Girls like you disgust me. You’re so cheerful as if there aren’t real problems in the world. You became a problem to someone in your stupid aloofness, as you couldn’t see a criminal coming at you from a distance,” Roxanne sneered, “I have a policy. Witnesses to my crimes die. You’re in between me and my crime. Therefore,” her voice lowered to a whisper before she tapped Sarah on the nose, “You… die. It’s simple. My needs come before your silly love for the horses from this here ranch. You’re just the insipid pretty girl who gets paid a shiny new 2-bit piece twice a month in exchange for making the horses look their best for dimwits who give your boss a dime to borrow the horse for a couple hours, make it dirty again, and bring it back,” the bandit was in rare form, “I’m probably doing you a favor, ending this pathetic existence of yours!” With that, Roxanne took out a solid white KN95 respirator mask and soaked it in a red liquid, “This here is a nerve poison. It first destroys your sense of pain, that way you won’t feel your lungs collapse when the nerves firing them stop working. Then,” the voice turned diabolical, “You… die…”

“MMMMMMMMMM!” Sarah, exhausted by the tickling, grew wide eyed with fear.
“I’m glad you learned one lesson before dying,” Roxanne cackled before passionately kissing her captive on the cheek, “That I am to be feared. Sadly, that always happens before you die.”

Sarah Johnson helplessly shook her head while Roxanne put the mask over her face. The strange red fluid let out a horrid vapor into the girl’s nostrils. Roxanne simply dusted off her hands, took a saddle off the wall, saddled a horse, and rode away. Sarah’s motions slowed until the vapor did its job, ending her life in a most gut-wrenching fashion. Sarah Johnson passed into splendor.

“NO!” I arrived too late, finding the still, lifeless form, before I collapsed to my knees with tears rolling down my cheeks, “You poor thing! SARAH!” and I pounded the ground with my fists.

END OF PART 08

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Part 09: Cattle Rustler Eliminates Two More Bank Tellers

Julia Pulaski was an ordinary bank manager, and a pretty one at that. Navy blue leggings and a matching navy blue V-neck sweater were nice enough when paired with her white cowboy boots, but over that ensemble she wore a denim jumper that reached her knees. What a doll! A doll for a serial killer to truss up, to torment psychologically, and to eradicate when she was done.

Destiny Child, the bank teller, looked combative. Combativeness cost her and Julia their lives in the battle against Roxanne Rutledge. She looked like a schoolgirl with a red v-neck sweatshirt, a red and black plaid skirt, and red knee socks. The black combat boots told you she’s a nasty one to get in line at the bank. Don’t mess with Destiny Child, or your day is going downhill fast.
Enter Roxanne Rutledge, in the classic black button-up short-sleeve shirt, the black cargo pants, and the black cowboy boots. Around her neck was a pink cowboy bandana, and on her head was a classic black cowboy hat. As she entered the bank, the last customer of the day, she pulled her bandana over her face to mask herself. Julia decided to handle this with class, though.

“May I help you, ma’am?” she asked the dark eyed brunette despite the obvious threat.
“Yes,” Roxanne showed her shotgun, “Do as I wish or die a bloody or horrible death.”
“Or you can go f-ck yourself in a quiet corner,” Destiny snarled from her place, “Midget c-nt!”
“Let’s go back into the office, hmm? We can go back there or blow out your brains, hmm?”
“Move it, Miss Child,” Julia sternly ordered Destiny since the manager recognized the danger.
“F-cking b-tch!” the defiant girl in red and black walked into the office.

Roxanne fed off the defiance and loved it. It drove her to hand rope to Destiny and order her to tie up Julia Pulaski. She stood there with joy while Destiny snarled and cursed throughout the process. Poor Julia did nothing to anyone, but she found herself with her wrists crossed and tied behind her back and with a big red ball gag stuffed into her mouth and padlocked. A similar tie was used to secure Destiny’s wrists behind her back, but Roxanne wanted to drag this one out. A rope bound both girl’s legs together at the ankles and knees, but it was about to get worse.

“You can either behave yourself and simply be left here to be found later and go home, or keep it up and see what I’ll do to you,” Roxanne warned Destiny to quit with the profanity.

Julia sat on a chair with a lot of concern on her face, and Destiny simmered down while Roxanne went to go crack the safe. It all seemed good with Julia suffering the drool caused by the locking ball gag in her mouth, but Destiny’s tongue was the one controlling the situation. She seemed to be ready to burst; the only thing missing from her attitude was the bandana headband that she’d seemed to have forgotten that morning because her attitude was on fire. That doesn’t justify the senseless theft of her life, though; Julia and Destiny didn’t deserve to die. Paddles work to make captive’s walk when they don’t want to cooperate, and Roxanne made Destiny walk!

“Hey, f-ckst-ck, how about you take off these ropes, and I’ll take you out with my fists!”
“NOOOOO!” Julia shook her head at Destiny’s brash foolishness, drooling because of the gag.
“Ha ha ha! I like you,” Roxanne hefted a wad that looked like it was one of her famous black socks stuffed inside the other with a red bandana tied around the neck of the outer sock, “But I’m tired of your attitude. No one messes with me. You just signed your death warrant.”

Roxanne jammed the wad into Destiny’s mouth. Destiny grimaced at the taste of Rox’s feet, but she couldn’t stop it. Indeed, it was about to get worse for her beyond Roxanne knotting the red bandana to ensure the socks stayed in her mouth. Not one to stop at this, Roxanne wrapped up Destiny’s mouth, gagging her further with 7 layers of clear tape.

Both girls were already bound at their wrists and ankles, but Roxanne bound their legs on either side of their knees as well. She tied chest harnesses and waist ropes to attach their arms to their torso and accentuate their bosoms. To make her point clear, that people were nothing but toys to her, she unbuttoned Julia’s jumper and pulled her sweatshirt up to expose her breasts. She did it to Destiny, too, exposing her by pulling the sweatshirt up. Rox’s anger at Destiny’s attitude had flared, and it showed when she pinch both sets of nipples with binder clips.

Alas, Roxanne wasn’t done there, because she tied Julia’s ankles to her wrists under the chair, a sort of hogtie but one that trapped her against the chair. Then she turned to Destiny, pulling one tight-fitting leather hood over Destiny’s head, lacing it tightly, and putting a padlocking posture collar around Destiny’s neck. A rope ran from the collar to the ceiling like a leash to force the defiant Destiny to stand in place. It was all cruel and excessive, unnecessary and sadistic. It all came to a dark end when Roxanne put a time bomb before the ladies with 5 minutes to blast.

“Now, ladies, that posture collar and ball gag are padlocked, yes?” Roxanne had to suppress her own laughter, “But the keys to those two things are inside my socks. Now… where are they?”
“HMHMHMHM?!” Destiny knew where Roxanne’s socks were; they were in Destiny’s mouth!
“HAAAAAA HA HA HAAAAAAAAAA!” Roxanne left the room, “Enjoy heaven… or hell!”

Julia looked at Destiny and snarled and snapped. Their only chance of living was for Julia to get out of the ropes that tied her up so fiercely. The pinch on her nipples was torturous, never mind the humiliation she felt at her exposure and the way that Roxanne enjoyed it. The desperado left the bank without ever checking on them again. Sadistic piece of sh-t made a game out of finding new ways to murder innocent women. The innocent women cried and struggled, but it was over.

With a flash and a bang, the bank was reduced to rubble… continuing the reign of terror…

END OF PART 09

Part 10: Cattle Rustler Meets Her Match - Part 2

I tracked down Roxanne Rutledge to the same house in which Genevieve Badeaux and Karina Nilsson had been executed in their own attempts to bring down the diabolical outlaw. My quest was for all of them: the honorable Maddy Vee, the kind-hearted Star Blue, the passionate Penny Nichols, the cheeky Lucille Rossi, the foolhardy Genevieve Badeaux, the noble Karina Nilsson, the sweet Sarah Johnson, the innocent Julia Pulaski, and the brash Destiny Child.

Unlike those who came before me, I knew with whom I was dealing and the dangers that lurked around every corner. That didn’t make me immune to the dangers of Roxanne Rutledge; it only meant I didn’t need a demonstration in order to know how sadistic and pathetic she was. In my hands was a copy of the authorization from Judge Gentry, granting me permission to pursue the justice those lost souls deserved. It was with tears in my eyes that I took the permission to exact revenge on the diabolical soul who took my friends Karina and Julia from this world. I was the U.S. Marshal, though, and I had to maintain decorum in my pursuit.

“Marshal Oakes, your journey ends here and now,” I felt the barrel of her shotgun in my back.
“Roxanne, you’re going down at some point; it’s just a matter of who takes you,” I said with a firm confidence in my voice before turning to face her, “What’ll you steal from me this time?”
“Your skirt was such a fun prize, but it wasn’t my size,” her voice dripped sarcasm, “Oh, Miss U.S. Marshal, you really do worry about the silliest things. Best you give me everything now.”
“Everything?” I raised my eyebrows as if to mock her request, “Oh,” I returned her sarcasm in my own way, “Don’t I get to keep my underwear at least? My breasts aren’t special.”
“YOU!” she didn’t expect that response from me, “You can keep your panties and boots. I’ve always wanted to watch a girl shake in her boots,” her tone returned to being sinister.

I shrugged and did what she wanted, knowing that cooperation gave me my best chance to get out of this alive. So I let her take everything but my white cowboy boots and my purple panties; I could buy or secure replacements for the rest of my ensemble. When she bound the ‘X’ of my crossed wrists in a tight ‘+’ of rope, I knew why she’d done this. The crotch rope that followed confirmed my suspicions: she was all about dominating every aspect of me. She wanted to have the power to control my outfit, my bondage, my execution, and even my sexuality.

She tied a tight harness that served to thrust my bosom out while also serving as a restraint. That was to objectify me as nothing but a toy for her amusement and disposal. Pushing me down onto my knees while she tied my ankles showed her love of power. Then rolling me onto the ground on my back while she tied my legs on either side of my knees with two more ropes showed that she loved when her captive was prone. Rolling me onto my stomach and hogtying me from my ankles to my wrists showed me the most important part of all though: she was scared of me. I’d managed to scare her during our last encounter, and that was all I needed to be able to win again.

The use of a 2 inch purple ball gag showed she was more focused on domination than pain. She would have used a bigger gag if she wanted to hurt me and not just force me to drool. Roxanne had an agenda when I was involved. My previous meeting with her left her shaking in her own boots, and that’s why she wants me to shake in my own boots now. For a 5’4” girl who has shoulder length brown-blonde hair and hazel eyes, I sure know how to command a situation. It’s that ability to take over even when helpless like this that led to me being the U.S. Marshal, but I cannot win the psychological war with Roxanne if I let myself get arrogant or overly confident.

“Hmmm… poison would make you suffer quite a lot before you die,” Roxanne mused, “Hanging would bring justice to the giver of justice. Smothering seems like something that might make an overly heroic demise. Strangulation would be good,” she discussed options like it was choosing a meal from a bad Chinese restaurant, but instead of the different options being “Sweet and Sour Pork, but worship the porcelain god” or “Hunan Chicken, but diarrhea” she’s having to decide if it’s “Strangled, but perhaps too much hero worship afterwards” or “Hung, but looks trite.”

On that note, she made her own mistake of leaving me alone while she decided what she wanted to do with me. With some of her captives, especially law keepers, she seemed to enjoy the thrill of leaving them to stew in their bondage while she contemplated the methods of execution and torment. She probably thought I was vain and afraid of running out of here with a bare bosom. I might have liked having my husband see them and play with them, but, with my neck on the line, I am running like hell, naked or not. Fools like that don’t get to become a U.S. Marshal.

That’s why I did what I do best as soon as her back was turned: I started to escape. It was a tight and effective hogtie, but I was a patient girl. I grunted like anyone else in my position would do, and I drooled because of the gag. Those didn’t psychologically manipulate me, though. I kept a strong spirit, wiggling until I got out of the ropes. I fought until I was out my bondage. I hadn’t considered the possibilities of failure, but I had considered the possibilities of victory. While the realist perspective might be useful, in moments like this a positive spirit helped me. This time, it felt inappropriate to take time to dress again. I grabbed them and went out the window.

“You c-nt! How do you keep doing this?!” Roxanne arrived just as I finished my egress.
“Because,” I knew I was helpless without my gun belt though, “I have something that you don’t: courage!” I threw the big purple ball gag at her face, forcing her to duck.

On that note, I took off running like the devil himself was after me. I knew it’d take her too long to get out the window or the front door. As in our last encounter, I hopped into my waiting car and drove away from the scene, well aware that this war had now become personal.

END OF PART 10

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Is Roxanne's reign going to come to an end? Somebody has her number now. Can't wait to see how this one works out!

She is a clever and slippery opponent, isn't she? That's what makes her so dangerous.

Part 11: Cattle Rustler Eliminates Yet Another Sheriff

When you’ve eliminated the sheriff and a deputy in a town and traded barbs with a U.S. Marshal you have to keep moving along. Roxanne wasn’t just determined to survive any longer; she was determined to get me. That’s why she specifically targeted Katelynn Banks, one of my friends, a girl with whom I had a deep, meaningful relationship. She wanted to tear me limb from limb in a bid to destroy me from within, but this set off a chain of events that she couldn’t control and, in time, led to her defeat. This is the story of how it began with my friend, Katelynn.

Katelynn was a pretty sheriff, a girl with thick, strong bones that made up for her lack of interest in a physical fitness regimen. A tight fitting pink button-up long-sleeve blouse with thick brown pinstripes was paired with a denim miniskirt. Brown cowboy boots and brown pantyhose gave a classic feminine vibe that didn’t stop her from performing her duties. A golden sheriff’s star was pinned to her blouse, and her gun holster featured two guns. This girl was naturally talented, and her confident brown eyed gaze and shoulder length brown-blonde hair gave her a refined look.

Roxanne knew that she couldn’t beat the sheriff fair and square. She normally didn’t seek out an innocent victim, but she wanted to strike terror into my heart by killing the girl whose office was just across the street from my own. While she was sheriff and had jurisdiction over the county, I still had to call somewhere home for my territory, and this was my position. A sneak attack was Roxanne’s method. She snuck into the jail while Katelynn was at lunch and waited for her.

While Katelynn was distracted with paperwork, the sinister Roxanne approached from behind for a sneak attack since there was no fair way to win this battle. She wrapped an arm around Sheriff Banks’ neck to choke her into submission, not enough to knock her out. With rapid fingers, rope bound Katelynn’s wrists together behind her back. Before Katelynn could even regain herself to respond, Roxanne jammed the same 2 inch purple ball gag into her mouth. Yes, the gag that had been in my mouth during my previous encounter with the ruthless rustler.

“GMMMMMM!” my friend didn’t know her last words were “See you tomorrow” to the waiter at the saloon where she ate lunch every single day because from here it was all, “MMMMMM!”
“I think you got stuck somehow. That’s a shame,” Roxanne sneered with a sadistic smile.
“Gmph!” Katelynn watched her ankles get tied together with rope through the heels of her boots.
“Really pathetic. You’re a sheriff and got caught like this. Won’t the Marshal be proud?”
“GMMMMMM!” the sheriff returned with a steely gaze that would give no satisfaction.
“Sorry, love, but I can’t understand you. What does ‘GMMMMMM’ mean in English?”

Roxanne bound Katelynn’s legs together at the knees, shins, lower thighs, and upper thighs. It was all done in a methodical manner without attachment to anything… except me. It was all at an extreme, just like the way Roxanne unbuttoned Katelynn’s blouse to reveal her bust before she tied a harness. Roxanne wasn’t humiliating just Katelynn; she thought she was humiliating me as well. She did hurt me; but she unfortunately gave me the confidence to circle around her to finish the job. The unfortunate part is that Katelynn wasn’t the last victim. Katelynn knew a troublesome experience lay ahead when Roxanne tied the waist-and-crotch rope.

The sadist drags her prey into a nearby holding cell and begins to create an intricate noose. She not only wanted to destroy my friend but also to ensure that I found her in a manner that made it all obvious how Katelynn was tortured and eliminated. She wanted me to see the objectification of my friend through the exposed breasts, the elimination of her through the vile hanging, and the dehumanization of her through the ropes that bound her tightly. Poor Katelynn could only drool.

“GMMMMMM!” my friend watched helplessly as Roxanne created an intricate trap.
“I’m so sorry, but I don’t speak that language. Really,” Roxanne’s voice dripped with sarcasm.
“Hmmmm?” what did this setup of the rope have to do with things? Why did it go to the door?
“You really are a pathetic thing, Sheriff Banks. Drawing of me on the wall, and you still died!”
“Gmmm mmm mmmmm!” Katelynn rolled her eyes as if saying, “Just get it over with!”
“I hate your f-cking guts. Don’t you know you’re supposed to be afraid of me?! Or does school to become a dainty empty-brained sheriff desensitize you to reality?!” Roxanne seemed to be as flustered by Katelynn as she was by me, “I’m about to kill, you stupid big-breasted broad! Yet I see everything but a smile on your face!” Roxanne snarled at the lawkeeper before smiling, “Yes, I am in control though. You’re about to meet your well-deserved fate on account of Annie.”

Then Roxanne performed her trademark action, the passionate kiss, this one right on Katelynn’s right cheek. With a sneer, Roxanne walks out of the cell, shutting the door behind her, checking to be sure it’s locked securely. She walks into the adjacent cell and makes sure that her noose, which goes from Katelynn’s neck up to the rafters above and all the way around the cell area of the small Western jail, is just the way she wants it. She knows it’s perfect. Roxanne approaches the door and blows a final kiss to Katelynn. Then with a bit of a struggle, she pulls the door shut. Pulling the door so tightly shut has the desired effect of lifting Katelynn into the air.

“Thank you, Deputy Masters,” I said to Katelynn’s sweet assistant, “And say hello to Katelynn for me,” I smiled and handed the requested documents to another of my friends here in town.
“You’re welcome, Marshal. I’ll probably see you tonight,” Kaci-Lee smiled and departed.

Then, a couple of minutes later, a breathless Kaci-Lee burst into the office with a waned face.

“Marshal Oakes! Roxanne Rutledge! She… She hanged Katelynn!” she burst into tears.
“That motherf-cking b-tch!” I snarled, “Roxanne Rutledge, I’ll get you yet!”

END OF PART 11

Part 12: Cattle Rustler Eliminates Another Deputy

Sweet Kaci-Lee deserved death no more than Sarah Johnson, and hers was as spitefully aimed at me as Katelynn Banks’. Kaci-Lee was like sugar on the job, and where she showed her best side was in comforting those who had been lost, like how she consoled Katelynn Banks’ parents and widowed husband in the wake of the senseless tragedy. Kaci-Lee cried like she was a baby sister left desolate by the death of a heroic older sister. Their friendship had extended beyond work.

Kaci-Lee was such a sweet girl, proudly wearing a cowboy hat with a deputy’s star on her purple button-up short-sleeve shirt. The white cowboy hat was hers for real. Pink jeans and a matching cowboy style bandana around her neck with purple running sneakers and matching purple socks showed just how cheerful she was. She was a girl who held her own in a rough career path. She wanted to avenge her friend, but she had business to handle first, a possible robbery at a house on the outskirts of town. Without fear, Deputy Masters headed out to what would be her last call.
As soon as Kaci-Lee saw the barn, she knew that this wasn’t about the farmhouse but the barn. It was all so obvious to her: Roxanne Rutledge. Kaci-Lee normally was a smart girl who’d ask for backup before proceeding headlong into danger, but the sight of Katelynn Banks’ body swinging in the cell was seared into her mind so strongly that emotions clouded her judgement. Love was coursing through her veins, driving her to avenge her dead friend. It cost Kaci-Lee her life.
Kaci-Lee spotted the little cattle rustler first though, and she grabbed the soulless entity with all of her strength, gagging Roxanne with her hand and holding her in a tight grip. There was a big brawl between them, with Kaci-Lee’s size allowing her to triumph for the moment. She wanted to break Roxanne’s neck, but she knew she wasn’t authorized to do that. She had to subdue her foe and call me into the picture. It really should have been easy, but it wasn’t. Roxanne stomped Kaci-Lee’s foot, giving the time that Roxanne needed to completely flip the situation and win.

“OW! You little b-tch! Come back here!” Kaci-Lee chased Roxanne.
“HA!” Roxanne quickly turned and tripped Kaci-Lee and pounced with duct tape.
“Get off me!” the deputy’s wrists were taped together behind her back, “You dirty little cheater!”
“I’m a winner,” the desperado used the same strip to secure Kaci-Lee’s arms to her waist.
“Yeah, the kind that takes an unsportsmanlike conduct penalty to break the quarterback’s leg!”
“I didn’t think a pathetic thing like you would understand anything but rules and legalism.”

With that, Roxanne wrapped tape to bind Kaci-Lee’s elbows together, also winding the tape both above and below her boobs to hold her arms to her torso for a secure imprisonment. Tight wraps of the gray duct tape around Kaci-Lee’s legs from her ankles to her knees and from her knees to her waist. The tape was tight and controlling, and Roxanne methodically and coldly removed the deputy’s sneakers and socks. I don’t write what Kaci-Lee said because it was so profane, but the flurry of profanity that came when Roxanne blindfolded Kaci-Lee with the pink cowgirl bandana was chilling. She was trying to intimidate because she was scared, knowing she’d soon die.

“Nommmmphh!” Kaci-Lee was forced to eat her own socks, both of them.
“Time to make sure these oaths are your last words,” Roxanne wrapped tape around her head.
“Nmmmmm!” the captive frantically struggled while the tape sealed her lips, but it was useless.
“I’m feeling lucky, so I’ll go for 13,” the desperado wrapped her head 13 times with duct tape.
“GMMMMMMM!” Deputy Masters desperately tried to escape, but it was all for naught.

Then began the final motions, the ones that sealed Kaci-Lee’s journey to the next life. Roxanne was in control and began fashioning a noose around Kaci-Lee’s neck. Just like Katelynn Banks, a noose was going to guide Kaci-Lee out of this life. Roxanne knew she’d die by the hangman’s knot if she were caught, so she used it to taunt me. This moment and Sarah Johnson are the two moments in mind still where, when I recall the moment, I burn up with passionate rage and could almost lose control of my emotions. Two sugary sweet girls violently murdered by a sadist.

The captive was forced to stand on her bare feet while the noose was attached to a winch for her inevitable execution. The winch clicked and clicked until she was able to comfortably stand on her bare feet but not able to lower herself at all. She was right where Roxanne wanted her, in an elaborate trap that guaranteed suffering and death. The blindfold came off her eyes so Roxanne could enjoy the fire in Kaci-Lee’s eyes. The shirt was unbuttoned to humiliate her. Roxanne’s trusty paddle came in handy, sending searing pain shooting through Kaci-Lee’s innocent self.

“GMM MM MMMMMMM!” Kaci-Lee groaned before making a face at the taste of her feet.
“Isn’t that such a scrumptious dainty? Let’s take out the trash, and I don’t mean the socks.”
“Nmmmmm!” the captive hopped, but she received the kiss reserved for those marked for death.
“I loved playing with you more than Katelynn; you didn’t just stand there and take it.”
“Gmmph,” Kaci-Lee rolled her eyes, “Nmmmm mmm mmmphhh!”
“This is it. Goodbye, Deputy Masters. Say ‘Hello’ to Sheriff Banks’ for me, won’t you?”

With that the winch clicked and clicked. Kaci-Lee was on her toes. It clicked and clicked. She was at the limit she could take. It clicked and clicked and clicked and clicked until she was just thrashing inches off the floor, her life slowly leaving her body. It was going to be mere minutes until she left this life. Roxanne smiled, dusted off her hands while Kaci-Lee helplessly watched, and walked out of the barn. Her trap had done its job to perfection, and she’d hurt me again.

Dear Marshal Oakes, please accept this present from me. Refuse comes in many forms, and it is a pleasure to play these games with you. Warm regards, Roxanne Rutledge.

“NO! Kaci-Lee! WHYYYY?!” I collapsed on my knees in hysterical tears when I saw the body.

END OF PART 12

Part 13: Cattle Rustler Eliminates a Spy

The political figures decided to go over my head and recruited an internationally renowned spy, Paulina Oliveira, to go after Roxanne. They figured that her reputation for capturing dangerous and violent figures of another nature would work to capture a sadistic cattle rustler. The problem is that spies do not deal with people in such close quarters or on their own turf most of the time.

She sure looked like a stereotypical spy with a black polyester two-piece catsuit, black combat boots, and black leather gloves. A black kerchief bandana gave her an unique vibe in the world of sleek and mobile kidnapping types. Sleek and mobile doesn’t prepare you for the cruel rough and tumble world of the most violent desperado the west had ever seen. Black vs. black, but it’s hard to call this a fair fight even in retrospect. Paulina was doomed from the start.

The pretty wavy-haired brunette enjoyed the brush of her curls around her shoulders, and her big brown eyes showed confidence in her own abilities. She thought she was doing a job that was in her league, and she proceeded thinking this was something she could do. Perhaps she could, but it was unfairly stacked against her by those asking her to perform the taste without my help. The curse of bureaucracy at its finest was going to rear its ugly head once again.

She was a cheerful yet pragmatic girl who saw the practical yet positive possibilities. She didn’t have an idea of what the wild west was like, and she approached it as a new adventure. She had an impressive résumé of kidnapping international criminals. Jewel thieves, terrorists, and even a foreign dictator that was absolutely no good. With a track record like this, she wasn’t a fool or a stuck-up girl. She simply wasn’t prepared for this particular style of warfare.

Paulina infiltrated the enemy’s new hideout after carefully tracking her down. She tracked her to a location faster than I could despite having no knowledge, but it was too late for me to save her when I learned where she’d found Roxanne. The girl in the kerchief strode into the basement of the hideout without any knowledge that she’d become the hunted. Roxanne was always looking for huntresses, and she’d been looking for this one as well. She saw the approach, and she laid a trap to catch her prey. The loop grabbed Paulina’s ankle and lifted her into the air upside down.

“Well, well, well, look what the catsuit dragged into my catspaw. What are you doing up there?”
“I’d venture to guess that you put me up here!” Paulina fearlessly stared at Roxanne Rutledge.
“You’re fairly smart for a total idiot to come here thinking you’d be the hero who caught me!” a sneer could be heard in the rustler’s voice while she held a red bandana in her hand, “Pathetic!”
“To be honest, the pathetic and cowardly one is you,” Paulina saw through Roxanne, “You’re so afraid of me that you had to set up a booby trap instead of confronting me. Clever, but cheap.”
“History,” Roxanne pushed the chloroformed soaked bandana against Paulina’s nose, “is written by the winners, not the losers!” and she cackled maniacally as Paulina lost consciousness.

When Paulina opened her eyes, she found herself in an incredible spot. Her wrists were boxtied behind her back with a harness and a crotch rope. Her legs were bound at her ankles, knees, and thighs. There was a bright yellow 2 inch ball gag in her mouth. Worse than this, she was hogtied from her ankles to her harness and suspended upside down from her knees. Her head was nearer the floor than her knees, which were closest to the ceiling. What a cruel position!

The classic black outfit of Roxanne Rutledge had a new accent piece. She still had her big black cowboy hat with silver accents, pink cowgirl bandana, black t-shirt, black cargo pants, and black combat boots. Now, she had a pink leather belt she also wore. She loved the sadistic femininity that so strongly characterized her. She was a lady who understood female suffering all too well.

“GMMMM!” Paulina started to drool from the gag, it dripping down past her face to the floor.
“What a sleek and cute subject you are,” Roxanne unzipped the top, exposing Paulina’s boobs, “I have never killed a catsuit spy before. I’ll have to rig up something appropriate for you!”
“MMM MMM MMMMM!” the captive tried to thrash, but nothing productive happened.
“I hear you, ‘Oh, Queen Roxanne, please edge me until it hurts! Orgasm denial is so fun!’ I’m a people pleaser, and I’ll make sure your wishes are fulfilled! AHHHH HA HA HAAAAA!”
“NMMMMM! NOOOOOOO!” the spy shook her head, “NMMMMMMMM!”
“You gave me the opportunity,” her voice growled deeply and softly, “Don’t be an Indian giver.”

Then began the devilish dance of orgasm denial. Of course, it’s simple to push a girl to orgasm if you grope her breasts and pull on a crotch rope. Vibrators work well too. That’s for normal girls who aren’t absolute sadists and are playing consensual games. Kidnappers might not be so nice; and sadistic serial killers who feed off terror and human suffering certainly do not do this!

Roxanne heartily jerked on the crotch rope and groped Paulina’s breasts. She grinned while she put the captive through the arousing torment. Paulina groaned loudly because of her despair, but a different kind of groan was about to be coming from her. The Ruthless Rustler worked Paulina up to a point, and then she’d stop her torment altogether, leaving Paulina unfulfilled. One denial of orgasm is fairly standard in play; two is fair in love and war; three is just mean; four leads to a deepening pain for some if the third didn’t already. By the sixth, you’re in an agonized frenzy of torment and need for release. Paulina could only drool and squirm because of the ropes and gag.

“GMMM HMMM MM MMMMMM!” Paulina felt the burn so badly.
“You asked me to do it for you! You gave me permission. When you walked in this house!”
“NMMMMM!” the spy shook her head in denial of these statements and saw the red bandana.
“Go to sleep, my sweet,” Roxanne again chloroformed Paulina, “You’re all mine… to use.”
“Guh,” Paulina fell asleep, and Roxanne waited a minute before resuming the crotch rope pulls.
“Good,” Roxanne grinned, resuming the groping until she saw the twitch of unconscious orgasm.

Then came the third and final phase of Paulina’s torment. She opened her eyes to find herself in a very different situation. Her wrists were crossed behind her back and bound, lifted up towards the ceiling in a strappado. Her legs were bound together at the ankles, knees, and thighs still, but it was all different. She was bound with clear-coated speaker wire: thin, durable, and tight. She was barefoot, and the crotch wire served no purpose except to give Roxanne a torture point. The same ball gag still filled her jaws in the same uncomfortable way, a puddle of drool beneath her.

“Welcome,” Roxanne showed herself and circled the captive, holding a wooden paddle.
“GMMMMM!” Paulina tried to fight, but Roxanne gripped the crotch rope.
“You know. I don’t know your name,” Roxanne used the paddle for torture, “Doesn’t matter!”
“GMMMMMMMM!” the spy winced and hopped as best as she could.
“I guess names don’t matter when you’re just another person to get out of my way, right? I mean I keep a notch in my little paddle here, but I don’t personally name the notches. Logic, yeah?”
“OWWW!” the captive brunette hoped again, desperately seeking escape from the sadist, but she slumped with a quiet, “Mmmmmmmmph!” after a few more rounds of the asynchronized torture.
“Awww, I knew it!” Roxanne sounded like a girl who found some humiliating dirt on her school archrival, “You’re loving what I’m doing to you! That makes me so happy! Thank you.”

Then came the transition to the end. Off came Paulina’s boots and socks, and out came the ball gag. Instead, Paulina’s socks filled her mouth, sweat and all, and yellow duct wrapped her face to seal them in. The satisfaction wasn’t in gagging Paulina but in the psychology of stuffing the captive’s mouth with her own socks and leaving the captive barefoot on the cold concrete floor.

Roxanne turned on a red laser light that cut through the darkness of the room. Above it was a pile of weights, a pile of weights that opposed Paulina through the strappado. As she tired and let her arms go higher, the weights got lower. The weights approached the laser light, but their purpose wasn’t yet understood. Roxanne gave Paulina a passionate kiss on the gagged lips.

“This laser light is special,” Roxanne blocked it, and a gas started filling the room, “See?”
“Nmmmmm!” Paulina recognized it as poison nerve gas, and she winced at the taste of her gag.
“When the strappado gets high enough, it blocks the light. Get tired enough, and you’ll die.”
“NOOOOOOO!” the spy was helpless now.
“Yes! You die!” the desperado dusted off her hands, “Farewell! AHHHH HA HA HAAAAA!”

Paulina watched helplessly as she was abandoned, calling out into her gag with “Mmmm!” types of sounds. It was all useless though. With time, she grew exhausted and intermittently turned on the gas until it turned on for good. Soon, Paulina twitched and lost consciousness and her life.

END OF PART 13

Part 14: Cattle Rustler Eliminates Another Ranch Hand

Blonde-haired blue-eyed Jessica Sanders lived the dream at the local stable, just on the north side of town. Much like Sarah Johnson before her, Jessica found a oneness in caring for the animals I and others sometimes borrowed for a small fee. She looked like a cowgirl, too, sporting a brown cowboy hat and matching cowboy boots, a red polo shirt, blue jeans, and a blue cowgirl bandana. She peacefully engaged in her business, unaware of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.

Roxanne Rutledge, in her copyrighted black and pink outfit, strode into the barn with a prideful toss of her long, wavy brown hair. The pink scrunchie was an essential piece of the ensemble of sadistic pleasure. Today, she had black jeans and pink cowboy boots. Very flirtatious, but dates with death were the only outings she was planning. Sadly, she was death personified.

“Good day. Welcome to Sanders Rental. May I help you?” Jessica kindly asked Roxanne.
“Yes, by getting out of my way,” Roxanne attacked the only child of kindly Mr. Sanders.
“Excuse me?!” Jessica’s wrists were getting bound behind her back with brown rope.
“No excuses, unfortunately. I’m riding out of here on Duncan for free!” the desperado declared.
“Now, Miss,” the captive grunted when her elbows were tied, “UGH! This isn’t necessary.”
“Our definition of necessary comes from different perspectives, sweetie,” the captor cooed.

The knots were tight and restrictive. It was clear that Roxanne wanted to enjoy this capture. She was afflicting the people of my own town now, and she knew it all too well. She was taking time to torture them, to make them suffer, and to vaunt herself as being better than me. This was it for her reign of terror; she knew that after this one that I’d pursue her to the ends of the earth. There was one flaw in her approach: she wanted to kill me more than anyone else. The flaw compelled her to stay within my reach, which meant that we could throw the proverbial kitchen sink at her.

The harness was tied with cold efficiency. The waist and crotch ropes were tight and invasive, a violation of Jessica’s autonomy. Instantly, an involuntary groan came out of her, but Roxanne’s sadistic nature responded with laughter. She dropped the innocent stable keeper to the dirt on her back while Roxanne held her legs in the air to tie her ankles, digging the rope into her heels too. In this ruthless manner, Roxanne tied Jessica’s shins, knees, lower thighs, and upper thighs.

“Why are you doing this to me?!” Jessica asked as her collar was grabbed to force her to stand.
“Because, sweetie, you’d tell the Marshal if I just stole Duncan,” Roxanne taunted her prey.
“Excuse me?! Do you mind?!” the captive glared when her polo was unbuttoned.
“I don’t mind at all,” the desperado pulled down the shirt to humiliate the young woman.
“Please, just leave me alone and go on your way!” Miss Sanders was begging now.
“I like when captives beg,” the thief pushed a 2 inch matte red ball gag into Jessica’s mouth.
“Nmmmmm!” the blonde victim’s eyes grew wide in panic at both the gag and Roxanne’s tone.

Rope wrapped between Jessica’s ankles, around the ankle rope, and with ease, Roxanne pulled the stable keep into the air. Jessica’s hat, of course, fell off when this happened, and she was as loudly shrieking as the ball gag allowed her. Sadly, she was made quiet enough that she couldn’t be heard by anyone in the street just 100 feet away. Yes, this was how brazen Roxanne could be.

The familiar paddle did its job, its crack filling the air a few times. It was only enough to wound the pride of the victim. Roxanne seemed to enjoy putting her hands where they didn’t belong so a certain kind of humiliating reaction would occur. Just as Roxanne tortured Paulina by denying her any release, she tortured Jessica by demanding repeated release. Both are painful, but they’re different kinds of pain. They’re two sides of the same coin, but they’re equally sadistic to do to a victim. The involuntary wails of arousal that arose from Jessica only seemed to feed Roxanne to do it more and more. The greatest flaw of genuine sadists is that they’re always thirsty for more, but casual sadists are whimsical and easily amused, only pushing further for the sake of sport.

Then came the final action: the execution. Roxanne took out a KN95 respirator mask and soaked it in red fluid. She walked up to Jessica with a sadistic grin on her face. She knelt down, tapped Jessica on the nose, and kissed her on the cheek like she was kissing to arouse a lover in passion. Of course, the only arousal felt by Jessica came from the viciously tight crotch rope, and that felt by Roxanne was only that of the thrill of predatorizing and eliminating another young woman.

“I have a parting present for you, Miss Sanders,” Roxanne cooed as she put the mask on Jessica.
“GMMMMMMM!” the wide eyed girl struggled in the most desperate panic you’d ever seen.
“Nerve poison,” the desperado explained, “Heh heh! Dulls your sense of pain first.”
“NOOOOOOO!” Jessica wailed loudly into the gag, but her life had come to an end.
“It’s very humane,” Roxanne was smug, “That way you don’t feel your lungs collapse.”
“GUH HUH HUHHHHHHHH!” the cries were very real, but Roxanne didn’t care.
“This stable had a dumb ass. Get it? You can’t talk! Dumb! AHHHH HA HA HAAAA!”

Roxanne dusted off her hands and took a step back, proudly putting her hands on her hips as if it was just another job well done. She walked over to “Duncan,” saddled the horse with practiced ease, and left with her wicked cackle filling the air. Jessica struggled pathetically and wildly in her brutal upside down bondage, but she couldn’t escape the grip of the poison. Her motions got slower and slower until she ceased. She was at peace in another life away from Roxanne. It was merely 30 seconds later I arrived, not in time to prevent another girl’s life from being stolen.

“DAMMIT!” I called out into the air, “Too late. AGAIN! I’ll get you yet, Roxanne Rutledge!”

END OF PART 14

[LunaDog]

I see that justice hasn't caught off with Roxanne just yet. Good, that means there's more to come!

[Caesar73]

This is truly a harsh Tale from the old West. Roxanne is a cold blooded Killer. You capture her Character nicely. As I see her? Her blind desire for Murder and Revenge may lead to her demise in the End. One that would be well warranted in my Book In my perception you create the fitting atmosphere for this wild Chase @AlexUSA3

[Caesar73]

I see that justice hasn't caught off with Roxanne just yet. Good, that means there's more to come!

I have to say I am a bit torn between Places here: On one Side, to follow the Ruthless Rustlers Rampage is so gripping, on the other Side she has more than deserved her meeting with Justice ...- but we will see, what the Author has in mind

[AlexUSA3]

This is truly a harsh Tale from the old West. Roxanne is a cold blooded Killer. You capture her Character nicely. As I see her? Her blind desire for Murder and Revenge may lead to her demise in the End. One that would be well warranted in my Book In my perception you create the fitting atmosphere for this wild Chase

She is quite the savage one. Alas, her journey now comes to an end!

I have to say I am a bit torn between Places here: On one Side, to follow the Ruthless Rustlers Rampage is so gripping, on the other Side she has more than deserved her meeting with Justice ...- but we will see, what the Author has in mind

Hell hath insufficient fury to rightly punish this one as she so thoroughly deserves.

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Part 15: Cattle Rustler Eliminates Another Spy

Governments are stupid entities, embodying the definition of insanity as “doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.” One spy failed to capture Roxanne Rutledge, so they sent another spy. This time, they sent an olive-skinned, black-haired Spanish beauty named Teresa Perez to die at the hands of Roxanne Rutledge, again without telling me anything first.

Teresa was a really lovely woman. She had a svelte figure, wonderful proportions including an exquisite set of curves. Her yellow one-piece latex catsuit hugged her body perfectly for an absolutely pristine look. Purple combat boots and teal gloves made her look halfway between an internationally renowned spy and Batgirl. I shouldn’t giggle when speaking of the dead.

Truthfully, Teresa chose the bold colors because she was bold, and she wasn’t one to hide. She’d make the target come to her, the kind who’d quietly sabotage to make an enemy call out, “What’s going on around here?!” The world lost an interesting character when Teresa Perez died. I never met her, but I mourned her death like any other victim. I wish I’d met her and saved her in time.

The spy approached without arrogance. She understood that this was a very different criminal to pursue, that the dangers were different. She proceeded in humility, but that didn’t change that all potential threats were mere toys for Roxanne to eliminate. Roxanne smugly smiled when the spy approached the premises of her latest hideout. She didn’t see people; she saw toys. The broken old farmhouse had been such a perfect place to hide and wait for keepers of the peace to arrive.

Teresa was careful and sneaky, but she wasn’t ready for a room to fill with neuro-suppressant gas that rendered her paralyzed but conscious. She dropped to the floor instantly, and mere seconds after this Roxanne, using her trademark bandana as a mask, entered the poisoned atmosphere just long enough to drag the helpless spy out of the room and into the kitchen.

“You are a crafty piece of sh-t, I will give you that,” Teresa muttered as she was dragged away.
“Somehow, compliments from captives resonate more,” Roxanne proudly showed green zip ties.
“Such a nice color; tie one around your own throat,” the captive’s elbows were zipped together.
“Is that a threat? If it’s a threat, it’s a pathetic one,” the desperado zipped Teresa’s ankles.
“I see they don’t make them uglier than you in body or soul,” this spy had a spark in her!
“SHUT THE F-CK UP!” the sadist snapped by gagging her prey with a 2 inch black ball gag.

Teresa knew she was in trouble now. The zip tie on her elbows was pulled tighter with a grunt; a second zip secured her wrists together. The paralysis drug slowly wore off while Roxanne went along Teresa’s legs with zips. Six zips went along her legs from her ankles to her knees, and five went along her thighs from her knees to her waist. Two went above and below her breasts and at her waist to pin her arms to her chest. The next zipping sound wasn’t a zip tie but a zipper being undone, the zipper of Teresa’s catsuit being opened to humiliate her. The captive resisted it but was powerless against the increasing vulnerability of her situation. All she could do was drool.

Then Roxanne’s paddle found itself in the familiar position its owner enjoyed putting it. Going through the air to make contact with an innocent girl's hindquarters. There were so many ways to torture captives, but it was the classic spanking that was Roxanne's favorite. There was little special about it except that it was hers. What more could a serial want for Christmas?

“Mmmmm mmmmmmmm!” Teresa protested with blobs of drool streaming off the gag.
“I know, you’re not learning to fear me fast enough!” Roxanne condescended and snarled.
“Mmmmmmm mmm mmm mmmmmmm!” the tall captive talked down right back at Roxanne.
“Don't worry. I’ll make sure there's no hero worship for you after your dead,” the killer grinned.
“Owwwww!” more drool poured off the gag to Roxanne’s pleasure, “Mmmmmmmm!”
“You have a firm bust. I like firmer better,” Roxanne's hands went where they were unwanted.

Teresa rolled her eyes at that with great confidence. She wasn't Roxanne's spanking slave or toy no matter how much Roxanne believed she ruled the roost. Teresa wasn't about to be dominated by a little cattle rustler with a paddle, and she was making that much readily apparent. The most impressive part was how Roxanne seemed to doubt herself for a moment when Teresa unleashed a flurry of strong, confident gag talk. It was unintelligible, but it was authoritative.

Roxanne simply grinned. She’d never been so strongly defied by any of her victims, but she had a rare case before her eyes. She knew she'd been lucky that Teresa stepped into the trap, and that wasn't good. For the first time, Roxanne believed she wasn't completely invincible. Invincibility was an essential part of her personality, and she had to silence anyone who proved her superior.

“Rarely do I think I’m doing everyone a favor by killing someone, but you're one of those ones.”
“Mmmph,” Teresa seemed bored, like she was saying, “Kill me or go away already.”
“A spy-style death for a spy,” Roxanne taped a time bomb to Teresa’s chest using many wraps.
“Hmmmmm?!” the captive seemed perplexed, as if this was breaking some unwritten rule.
“That firm bust makes such a perfect spot for dynamite. Your death will reverberate with folks.”

Roxanne gave the kiss of death and then used a zip tie to ball tie Teresa, wrapping the zip around her neck and thighs to ensure she couldn't hop to some sort of aid, where material or personal. It was the true fashion of the most cowardly sadist, who dusted off her hands and walked away. In moments like this, even the most ruthless of souls show their true colors.

In a couple minutes, with a simultaneous flash and bang, Teresa Perez was vaporized.

END OF PART 15
Part 16: Cattle Rustler Eliminates Yet Another Bounty Hunter

The last of the victims, Missy Mischief, as an amateur sleuth who thought she could sneak into the Ruthless Ruster’s hideout and capture her. She didn't get far. In fact, she was downright—I shouldn't be talking like this—stupid. She was stupid. Stupidity doesn't deserve violent murder in any conditions, but this was as stupid as trying to walk up to a monarch without permission.

Missy bounced along the path and soon circles as she approached the house occupied by one of the most violent criminals in the world. Green leather pants and a green kerchief bandana were a very different touch. A black leather jacket, a pink sports bra, black crew socks, and loafers had an unique vibe to them, and they were hardly fitting for a girl getting to face a sadistic murderer. This wavy haired blonde was such a ditz that she walked up and knocked on the door.

“Who are you?” Roxanne crossly asked the brazen young corpse-to-be.
“I’m Missy. I’m a bounty hunter! Are you Roxanne Rutledge?” the betrothed needed a shovel.
“Why, yes, I am. Would you like a cup of tea?” the killer led her new friend to the altar of death.
“No, I’ve already drunk four cups of regular coffee. So, is there where I tie you up?”
“Missy, it's a pleasure to meet you, and send you packing to hell!” the serial killer attacked.
“Hey!” a pillowcase was pulled over Missy’s head, “What the hell?! Roxanne! What is this?”

Roxanne was colder, more rigid, and more soulless than the Irish-8 handcuffs that she secured on Missy's arms to bind her. One pair went at her elbows, and the second was a snug fit below the elbows. Rigid hinged cuffs went above Missy’s elbows, and another pair of Irish-8s secured her legs together at the ankles. Down to the floor went the naïve and insipid young woman. Out of Roxanne's bag came velcro hook-and-loop straps known as cinch straps to do the rest of the job.

The cinch straps secured Missy’s legs together at her upper, middle, and lower thighs, knees. and shins. The leather gave them something to hold. Long cinches secure her arms to her torso, one each on either side of her boobs and at her waist. The pillowcase came off Missy’s head, and she realized that she had just earned herself a nice, customized Darwin award. What innocence!

“I’ll take these,” Roxanne took off both of Missy’s socks and began handling them.
“You have a foot fetish or something?” Missy watched one sock go inside the other.
“No!” the sadist tied a long fashion scarf around the neck of the outer sock, “I have good taste!”
“Wait! No!” Missy shook her head, “This is illegal! You can't do this to ke. MMMMMM!”
“Funny thing,” the sadist taunted her captive, “I don't give two sh-ts about the law. Ha ha haaa!

The fashion scarf wrapped around Missy's head with a single knot. Then it wrapped around her head through her teeth, behind, in front, behind, and a double knot. It was tight, and it forced the socks deep in Missy’s mouth, filling every crevice. She started squirming, but her fate had been already determined. Nine layers of duct tape wrapped her face with unrelenting tightness. The Ruthless Rustler showed her true colors when she pulled a leather hood over the captive’s head, lacing it up tightly. The hood had a slot for the nose and eyes, but the rest was all covered. The final piece of the puzzle was a stiff posture collar that was padlocked around Missy’s neck.

“GRRRRRMMMMM!” Missy winced at the flavor of her socks, “MMMMMMMMM!”
“You deserve a horrible death for thinking I’d be a pushover. AHHHH HA HA HAAAA!”
“Hmmmmm?” the ditz screwed up her face as if she didn't understand this twisted logic at all.
“You came at the right time,” Roxanne squeezed Missy’s face in her grip, “I needed an easy kill.”
“Nooooooo!” this captive seemed to think that manners would mollify Roxanne's sadistic thirst.
“We're going to have so much fun, aren't we? Oh, yes, we arrrrrRRRRReeee!”

Missy had to watch when her jacket first and her bra second were pulled aside to humiliate her; a metallic navel piercing glistened in the sunlight coming through the windows. The painful pinch of binder clips soon followed before the sadist pulled out an inconceivable trick. She balltied the helpless Missy, by running a rope from one binder clip, around Missy's thighs, and to the second binder clip. I’ll let you imagine the shriek that occurred when Roxanne tested that trick.

“So… Since you're so smart, how many locks did I use on you?” the sadist asked like a teacher.
“Ummmm, hive!” Missy answered without realizing there was a trick in all this.
“That's right! Five locks. Five keys,” Roxanne mused, “Where did I put the keys to free you?”
“Oh… ummmm,” the color drained when she realized the keys were in her socks, “MMMMM!”
“I know, right? Isn't that exciting?!” the killer's wickedness was on full display this time.
“NO! NO! NOOOOOOOO!” the panic was real with Missy knowing that she couldn't get pit.
“AH HA HA HAAAAAA!” and Roxanne used her fingers to satisfy herself. Utterly disgusting.
“NMMMM!” wailed, and added, when Roxanne jerked her balltie string, “EEEKKKKKK!”
“I’ve never gotten off on a good murder,” Roxanne taped Missy’s nose shut, “Thank you!”

With that Roxanne gave Missy the kiss of death. The fool was smothering for her final moments on earth. The sadistic masturbator stood up and squealed in pleasure from her own touch before dusting off her hands. How could a person be so vile while watching an innocent young woman smother to death? It was Roxanne who was primal, almost subhuman, contrary to how she acted like she was a genius businesswoman or an enlightened eugenicist when she killed each of these women. She heard a familiar sound, that of a police cruiser, and ran without watching those last moments of Missy’s life. I ignored Roxanne to see if Missy had a chance, and to my surprise I’d arrived in time. Missy started breathing when I removed the taps; the tide had turned.

“Roxanne Rutledge,” I promised, “This game is over. You're going to hang for your crimes.”

END OF PART 16
Part 17: Cattle Rustler Meets Her Fate

Maddy Vee, Star Blue, Penny Nichols, Lucille Rossi, Genevieve Badeaux, Karina Nilsson, Sarah Johnson, Julia Pulaski, Destiny Child, Katelynn Banks, Kaci-Lee Masters, Paulina Oliveira, Jessica Sanders, Teresa Perez—their blood cried from the earth, from the tombs where they lay, demanding justice. Thou shalt not murder. The fourteen souls that had been sent to judgment at the merciless hands of Roxanne Rutledge were going to pay. I received a dispensation to pursue her anywhere within the bounds of this country, but I knew her too well. She was going to take down someone else I loved in revenge for this. That’s where my friend Pearl Posse appeared.

My white cowboy boots and brown pantyhose were my modern cowgirl taste as was my choice of a pink and brown plaid flowy knee skirt. A red long-sleeve t-shirt, a red cowboy bandana, and a brown cowboy hat gave a classic cowgirl rounded out the outfit. I still had the poor vision that I mentioned in Part 05; I’ll never get rid of that. I would go to the grave as a glasses girl.

Pearl Posse was a tall, svelte girl, a true cowgirl. That’s why I deputized her. She had the height to be obvious, standing at 5’10”, and a feminine cowgirl style. Her brown cowboy boots came to her knees despite her height. A multi-pastel and earth toned sweater and a denim knee skirt gave her that combination of cowgirl and lady, especially with the skin-tone pantyhose added. Around her neck was a pink bandana in a classic cowgirl style. We were ready to take on Roxanne.

That’s how we were. I was shorter, with shoulder length brown, borderline dark blonde, hair and hazel eyes. She had a very similar but shinier hair color, and her eyes were pretty blue. Friends are the best allies in a moment like this because we could stick together. Roxanne had no one. It was her great flaw that she’d sooner kill someone to take all the spoils rather than share with any other person. She’d chosen her game; now, she was going to play by my rules.

We played it up. Everyone in town knew that Annie Oakes’ friend, Pearl Posse, was in town. It had to be a big deal. Everyone knew that Pearl was doing a dry run as the new Sheriff, taking the place of the late Katelynn Banks. This was true; she’d become Sheriff if we succeeded. The bait had been laid; now we needed Roxanne to come to us. How little she knew that the day in which she attacked that I was lurking in the shadows for her, the shadow lurker herself.

“You got this, Marshal?” Pearl asked me anxiously, “My neck is literally on the line here.”
“Now, come on, Pearl, have I ever not been ready to execute a plan? It’s a matter of mine being better than hers,” I sighed and choked back my tears, “Katelynn… Sarah… Kaci-Lee.”
“You did all you could do. Now, let’s get into our places. This paperwork stuff sucks.”
“I’ve got you,” I looked up at her; I was hiding under Deputy Master’s old desk.
“Deep breaths, Posse. Deep breaths,” she coached herself with intensifying anxiety.
“You’re going to be fine,” I said, and Pearl went to open the blinds as if it was a normal morning.

Pearl soothed her anxiety by engrossing herself in her work. Anyone looking through a window would think she had first-day-on-the-job jitters, but she was actually waiting for Roxanne to step into the trap. The newly deputized girl, hopefully future Sheriff, nervously flicked through many filing cabinets, trying to learn her job on the fly. Paperwork was a big part of the job.

She occasionally looked out the window from where she stood, as if she were eagerly waiting for a visitor. She faked it by smiling with anticipation. She sat down at her desk and wrote a note to herself, as if she were planning on sending a wire. That was her great moment of brilliance: with a snap of her fingers, she left the office to do just that. Sending a wire would take long enough to allow Roxanne to sneak into the office. Pearl stepped out of the office, leaving me alone.

“Heh,” Roxanne let herself into the office, “Another lawkeeping c-nt to exterminate,” she took a look around, “Not much has changed since I polished off Sheriff Banks. You’d think they’d give it a new coat of paint at least. Cheap b-st-rds have it coming to them anyway. I could give them some fine decorating tips, but I guess dead people don’t care about the color of the drapes.”

Roxanne boldly walked around the office as if she were the new sheriff in town, enjoying a sense of control, as if I hadn’t chased her off before she could finish off Missy. She peered through the window and saw her prey coming down the street and hid behind the door that goes to the cells, the scene of Katelynn Banks’ execution just a month before this. I watched it all and readied to spring out at a moment’s notice. Smug, sadistic Roxanne had no idea that she was the prey.

Just then, Pearl entered the office, knowing that Roxanne was there. I couldn’t see her eyes from my position, but I could feel the shift in her confidence as her boots clacked on the floor. There was a deep bond between us that couldn’t be spoken, but there was still a touch of fear over those terrifying consequences of failure. With a deep breath and a shudder, as if she could feel the evil presence in our midst, she sat down at her desk and waited for the executioner to arrive.

“Sheriff Pearl Posse,” Roxanne stepped out with her infamous shotgun, “Appropriate name for a future corpse, don’t you think?” the sadist was in her element, “Marshal Oakes hates your guts.”
“Maybe Marshal Oakes has a gun to your brain stem, my sweet,” Pearl said without flinching.
“No!” the color drained from the serial killer’s face, “It can’t be! Marshal?! NOOOO!”
“It’s over, Roxanne Rutledge,” Pearl calmly took the shotgun from the doomed girls hands.

With that, I took no chances, putting the same pair of Irish-8 handcuffs that tortured Karina on Roxanne’s wrists. I gagged her with the matte red 2 inch ball gag that gagged Jessica Sanders. Her elbows were tied together with the wire that tied Paulina Oliveira. Her harness was made from a rope used on Maddy Vee. Her legs were tied above the knees with a rope from my dear Sarah’s suffering. I blindfolded her with the purple bandana that blindfolded Lucille. Her knees were tied with a rope from Kaci-Lee’s torture. Her ankles were tied with a rope from one of my own narrow escapes. Each one of these bindings carried weight, but none carried the weight that the noose would carry. She was carrying my tears to the hangman’s knot.

I brought her into a prison cell. The hangman’s knot was the same one that murdered Katelynn Banks, my soul sister. I never mourned any of the victims like I mourned Sheriff Banks. I made a good tight knot, the best noose I’d ever made in my time as a Marshal, the one responsible for presiding over hangings in this part of the country. I didn’t cry though. Strength, but sensitivity, had to be shown in this moment even as I explained the significance of each of the bindings.

“Roxanne, if you’d been good, what an incredible friend you could have been?” I said to her.

Then I pulled up on the rope and tied it to the bars of the front wall of the classic Western cell. I never looked back as I shut the door and went back to the desk that had once been Kaci-Lee’s. I let it all out right then. I cried like never before, and I clutched the photograph of the two of us at a party some years before. Pearl put a hand on my shoulder while I let it all out. It seemed right to leave the door open, where Roxanne had one last chance to right her soul before her body died from the noose, and let her hear my suffering. As awful as it was, I wanted her to have a chance.

“It’s over, Marshal,” Pearl pats me on the shoulder, “You’ve ended the senseless killing.”
“But I had to kill to do it. Thou shalt not murder, Pearl,” I dried my tears, “Should I?”
“It’s a difficult choice, but Roxanne is dead. You can’t bring back the dead,” she gave wisdom in pearls, like her name suggested, “You can’t resurrect them. You can give them justice though.”
“You’re right…,” I sighed heavily, “Roxanne Rutledge,” I looked in the cell, “is dead.”
“I’m sorry for the loss of your friends,” Pearl had cried too, “They were good people.”

I had won, but at what cost? How many lives were lost because I screwed up? Was it a win? In a moment in which I hated my job, I dragged my feet to the cell and loosed the rope that hanged the late Roxanne Rutledge. What a waste of a good life. A good Roxanne could have been any person she wanted: lawkeeper, shopkeeper, seamstress, coach driver. Gone. Now I had to bury her just like the other victims. There’d be no funeral or mourners for Roxanne though. None. I had come to the end of my journey, a journey that had taught me the true meaning of fear.

“Pearl,” I forced a smile, “Congratulations on the new job. Sheriff Posse.”
“Annie… Marshal Oakes…,” she smiled back, “It’s an honor. Gimme a hug. You need it.”
“Thank you so much,” I gave the requested embrace and received one in kind.

I could breathe easy again. My job was to protect those people outside. And I’d done it.

THE END
Part 18: Behind the Scenes

Herein I’m going to betray all the tricks of the trade that made the Ruthless Rustler series of TUG films possible for me and the girls at Maddy Tied Her. We had a lot of laughter and fun on the set when we weren’t being serious. I’ll also share some bloopers associated with each part, if there were any associated with the given film. Thanks for reading this story! Here is a table of all the actresses and their appearances, as necessary. We had an outline of the entire story, which meant some of the films were released for sale years after production because of the constraints with film budgets and location accessibility/availability. Anyway, here goes!

| Featuring | Model Name | As | |--------------------|---------------------|---------|
| Felice Pryce | Roxanne Rutledge | Rustler |
| Mary-Ann Jamison | Maddy Vee | Sheriff |
| Kendra Gentry | Penny Nichols | Hunter |
| Kylie Svensson | Star Blue | Deputy |
| Michela Palmeri | Lucille Rossi | Banker |
| Ashley Calland | Genevieve Badeaux | Hunter |
| Hannah Larsson | Karina Nilsson | Sheriff |
| Hannah Jones | Sarah Johnson | Rancher |
| Taylor Zawislak | Julia Pulaski | Banker |
| Destiny Reilly | Destiny Child | Banker |
| Cassie Novak | Katelynn Banks | Sheriff |
| Nichole Petersen | Paulina Oliveira | Spy |
| Alexandra Watkins | Kaci-Lee Masters | Deputy |
| Bridget Anderson | Jessica Sanders | Rancher |
| Emilia Albuquerque | Teresa Perez | Spy |
| Jackie Martin | Missy Mischief | Hunter |
| Brooke Meeks | Pearl Posse | Deputy |
| Joyce Verdi | Annie Oakes | Marshal |

| Part | Date | Location | |---------------------------------------|----------------|
| 01 | Friday, May 04, 2018 | Meeks Ranch |
| 02 | Friday, May 04, 2018 | Meeks Ranch |
| 03 | Friday, May 11, 2018 | Pryce House |
| 04 | Wednesday, May 15, 2019 | Rondell Studio |
| 05 | Saturday, May 12, 2018 | Jamison Home |
| 06 | Tuesday, July 03, 2018 | Gentry Home |
| 07 | Tuesday, July 03, 2018 | Gentry Home |
| 08 | Wednesday, May 15, 2019 | Rondell Studio |
| 09 | Wednesday, May 15, 2019 | Rondell Studio |
| 10 | Friday, May 17, 2019 | Pryce House |
| 11 | Wednesday, May 15, 2019 | Rondell Studio |
| 12 | Friday, May 11, 2018 | Meeks Ranch |
| 13 | Saturday, May 18, 2019 | Jamison Home |
| 14 | Friday, May 11, 2018 | Meeks Ranch |
| 15 | Saturday, May 18, 2019 | Jamison Home |
| 16 | Saturday, May 18, 2019 | Jamison Home |
| 17 | Wednesday, May 15, 2019 | Rondell Studio |

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Part 01: Cattle Rustler Eliminates a Sheriff

This story had one trick concerning the hanging of Sheriff Maddy Vee. Mary-Ann Voisin wasn’t willing to be hanged, even momentarily, for dramatic purposes, so we had to rig up a harness link so that she was really being suspended by the harness, not her neck. Clever, yes? We did what we had to do for drama’s sake. I can’t blame Mary-Ann for not wanting to engage in breathplay even under such safe and controlled circumstances.

Part 02: Cattle Rustler Eliminates a Deputy

The method of execution, knotting a bandana so tight as to strangle a Deputy, was not in Kylie’s limits despite her love of brutality in a scene. We took the practical escape from this one; Felice tied it uncomfortably tight but not tight enough to choke. A simple fix, and Kylie had to sell it. Some of us are brave, but not even Kylie would risk the knot being too tight to be undone.

Part 03: Cattle Rustler Eliminates a Bounty Hunter

There were no tricks used here! Kendra Gentry insisted we do it right for authenticity! Being so soon after the birth of her first child didn’t deter Kendra in this scene.

There was an hilarious blooper during the first take (a rare case of such):
“What the hell are you doing?” the smaller girl demanded as she was pulled against a tree.
“Making sure your body feeds the bears when I’m done with it.”
“I don’t think the Care Bears will be too impressed by any of this………………. Fee-Fee.”
“Sh-t, Kendra! Ba ha haaaa! CUT!” Felice nearly died laughing, “You really… that was good!”

Part 04: Cattle Rustler Eliminates a Banker

That safe wasn’t really airtight, and the lock had been disabled.

One of the Cool Girls has relations that live in southwest Minnesota. On that sprawling property is the remains of a low-budget western film production company. We filmed this scene out there, on the dilapidated old site that was abandoned in the 1980s.

Part 05: Cattle Rustler Meets Her Match Part 1

Afterwards, I let her have it, “C’mon, Prisoner F03, blue, really? Pick better color ball gags! At least you could have made it match my outfit,” I then threw the ball gag right at her.
“Well, excuuuuuuuuuusssssssse me! I forgot professional kidnappers and serial killers needed to have a pre-assassination meeting with their victims. Where’s your business card?” Felice held a hand to her ear in the telephone-style position, “I’ll give you a call in advance next time!”

Part 06: Cattle Rustler Eliminates Another Bounty Hunter

Much like Kendra, Ashley insisted on authenticity, as rough as that made this scene with a real hogtie strangle happening on the set. When the scene ended, of course the first things we did, in order, were undo the strangle hogtie and remove the gag. Ashley smacked her lips.

“That was so much fun! Yummy,” she wiggled her eyebrows, “Let’s do it again!”
“Sheesh, Ash,” Felice pet Ashley’s head before hand gagging her, “Was it a 5-star execution?”
“Mmmmmm mmmmm mmmmmmmmm!”
“Either rate it 5-stars on both Google and Yelp, or I’ll leave you here,” Felice threatened.
“Nuh uh,” Ashley mischievously glared at Felice and shook her head.
“Enjoy!” Felice gagged Ashley a second time, “C’mon, Mary-Ann, let’s abandon this flotsam.”

And with that, Mary-Ann Voisin, Hannah Larsson, and Felice Pryce, the entire filming crew on that occasion, walked out of the room.

Part 08: Cattle Rustler Eliminates a Ranch Hand

Of course there was no real poison involved in this film!

Let’s go look at a fun moment from the scene:
“Good afternoon!” Sarah cheerfully, innocently greeted Roxanne Rutledge with that warm, kind southern twang and those warm blue-eyes and long brown hair, “May I help you?”
“Maybe,” Roxanne merely smiled and looked at the horses, “Do they make them all as dumb as you around these parts, or are you just a special case of eating the sugar meant for the horses?”
“Ummm… uh… pardon me? Are you in distress?” Sarah was taken aback but stayed positive.
“No, but you’re about to be in tons of distress in a few seconds!” the murderer struck with speed.
“HEY NOW! NO!” Sarah fought, but a red bandana, soaked in chloroform, covered her nose.
“That’s it, my dear. Go to sleep,” Roxanne sinisterly smiled and dropped the unconscious girl.

The girl in the infamous all black outfit stood over the still form and put her backpack down on the ground beside Sarah Johnson. Out of the bag came coils of rope, and from Roxanne’s lips came a maniacal cackle. Roxanne was already in a fraught, clearly frantic, struggle to decide a method of execution for the innocent ranch hand who was getting paid to live her dreams out.

“Am I knocked out yet?” Hannah Jones then asked and sat up, before the camera turned off.
“Yes! Now get back to sleep,” Felice used her boot to push Hannah gently back to the floor.
“Now, now! NO! Vinegar for chlor-o-form, really? That stuff’s kinda smelly.”
“Like I haven’t done it to you before,” the rustler grabbed Hannah in a head lock, “SMELL IT!”
“Hey, now, honey! NO!” Hannah hilariously resisted the bandana before pushing Felice away and taking off running out of the barn, “I don’t wanna be knocked out and suffocated.”
“C’mon back here and enjoy your execution like a southern belle!” Felice chased Hannah.

Part 09: Cattle Rustler Eliminates Two More Bankers

Of course we didn’t really blow up Taylor and Destiny. We love them!

“You told me to enjoy heaven or hell,” Taylor asked when Felice removed the gag afterwards.
“Mmmmmmm!” the still trussed up and gagged Destiny tried to hog the attention though.
“What about purgatory? C’mon, Felice! Nearly all of us are Catholics, and you forgot that?!”
“First, let’s leave this smart mouth behind,” Felice helped Taylor to stand up and hop along.
“Yeah, good idea!” the tall Polish girl grinned, “She really ad libbed all that self-destruction?!”
“Yeah, she did,” and then Felice ignored Destiny, “Now, an 1890s cattle rustler would know next to nothing about Roman Catholic doctrine, let alone purgatory, so I injected some authenticity…”
“MMMMMMMMM!” Destiny looked all around herself, trapped in the locking restraints still.
“Awwwww,” Cassie Novak, a part of the film crew, walked in and started fondling Destiny, who was part of the same college sorority as Cassie, “Poor smart ass banker got herself and her boss blown to pieces,” she blissfully ignored Destiny’s gag talk because she knew that Destiny loved a moment just like this, “And now she’s unable to talk or do anything about me.”
“Gmmmmmm,” Destiny rolled her eyes and giggled, loving every moment of this.

Part 11: Cattle Rustler Eliminates Yet Another Sheriff

We used the same trick with the ropes on Cassie that we used on Maddy.

Part 12: Cattle Rustler Eliminates Yet Another Deputy

Alexandra Watkins, on the other hand, wanted to be hanged for real. What a kinkster!

Part 13: Cattle Rustler Eliminates a Spy

Now, much in this film was real: the hogtie, the torture, the laser lights. The fakes were the gas and the chloroform. The gas was a fog machine, a brilliant touch suggested by Nichole herself before we made this scene. Nichole basically penned this script around her kinks as a person and integrated them as her own torture in collaboration with Felice. Never did you see either actress enjoy a scene as much as they did in producing their own starring vehicle. Nichole’s catsuit was all that spurred the production of this film. And the “chloroform” was really vinegar.

Part 14: Cattle Rustler Eliminates Another Ranch Hand

When the film was complete with someone yelling “CUT!” I got up off my knees and removed the mask and gag from poor Mackenzie. What a way to make her Maddy Tied Her film debut! She didn’t react to anything I did after her spanking, forced orgasms, and “execution.”

“Hey, Mackenzie, sweetheart, you can stop with the act now,” I gently poked Mackenzie.
“Stupid Marshal!” she never opened her eyes, “Can’t you tell I’m supposed to be dead?!”
“Whoa!” she caught me off guard, and I hopped backwards a bit too, “Bad girl!”
“Plain red water to kill me, really?! C’mon, cheapskates, at least scent it!” Mackenzie laughed.
“We can just gag you again and fix a wand to you and walk away for 15 minutes!” I taunted her.
“Go ahead, do it! I triple-dog dare you! I’ve never orgasmed in my life before!” she had spunk.
“She triple-dog dared you,” Felice shrugged her shoulders, “Now you have to do it!”

So I did it. And I laughed while I did for extra corny effect too. Mackenzie didn’t love TUGs or want to play them outside work, but she had a grand time at her Maddy Tied Her debut.

Part 16: Cattle Rustler Eliminates Yet Another Bounty Hunter

Yes, like Kendra, Jackie wanted her nose to be taped shut for real, and it was an audible that she lived. Felice decided that right there in the planning room before we filmed Part 17. The relief on Missy’s face caused many of us to burst in laughter. What a scene it was though!

“Did you really jerk off? Or was that exaggerated?” I asked Felice while helping Jackie.
“You’ve known me for how long? Yes, that was my real reaction to orgasm!” Felice blushed.
“If anything, I can see how Rustler Rox has helped you find a safe outlet,” my smile was bright.
“It really has. I have so much angst at times, especially now with police academy,” she sighed.
“Kind of funny that the future beat officer is a heartless dominatrix,” I patted her on the back.
“I submit, too. I’m slowly learning to harness it all as therapeutic,” she took a deep breath.

That right there was the beauty of what we did. We didn’t just do it for money or to satisfy some sort of urge. We did it to find relief from the past, to relax, to bond, to love, to enjoy each other’s company. Mabe Felice was indeed a sadist who could jerk off while her captive smothered, but she had tons of self-control and more respect for boundaries, limits, and safety than anyone else in our group. In fact, she was one of the only girls who belonged to both the CGC and the same bondage sorority to which I’d belonged in college who never took advantage of the two group’s rules concerning “kidnapping TUGs” to enjoy a bit of impromptu fun. Felice is a good person who just happens to have unusual kinks, and she makes such pretty birthday cakes for all of us. I am glad to call her my friend, my sorority Little, and my fellow Roman Catholic.

Part 17: Cattle Rustler Meets Her Fate

As much as Felice wanted me to hang her, I couldn’t do it. I refused to do it; that moment led to a big shift in Felice learning that she had a disordered relationship with asphyxia (even after the events of One Life to Live) and changing her life in many positive ways. She had taken control of her enjoyment of sadism to be trustworthy, but the asphyxia was hard. She eventually gave up allowing people to engage in breathplay with her as a captive, but she allowed it when she was the captor. As the captor, she felt like she was merely the conductor of a symphony.

For this final film, because of my refusal, we merely used camera tricks and acting to make the viewer think it was real. Like I said above, that day ended up being the last time Felice wanted to even consider breathplay for herself as a captive. We all have our limits and kinks, and Felice had discovered hers and how to enjoy them all in the safest ways within TUGs and bondage.

Thank you so much for reading Ruthless Rustler Roxanne Rutledge!

[LunaDog]

And thank you for creating it, so we could read it! I, for one, have thoroughly enjoyed doing so.