3434 Sandra Silvers & Ben
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March 20, 2025
Bank manager Sandra captured by Big Bad Ben the Cowboy-Man; tied up, mouth stuffed, cleavegagged, foundationwear exposed, then deserted in Red Rock Canyon!
The sun was just peeping over the mountains outside of Redstone County, barely illuminating the First Trust Bank. Inside, elegant and plucky bank manager Sandra Silvers sits alone at her desk before the bank opens to get a head-start on the day. Suddenly, the door bursts open with a bang!
A tall figure strode in, boots thudding against the wooden floor. He's a cowboy straight out of a dime-store novel - wide-brimmed hat, tight denim, and a hank of rope in his hand. His name is Big Bad Ben, a rugged outlaw with a reputation for trouble and a grin that could charm a rattlesnake.
"Howdy, Ma'am," he drawls, tipping his hat just enough to reveal piercing blue eyes. "I'll be needin' the contents of that vault. and you're comin' with me to make sure it happens smooth-like."
Sandra's heart raced, but she straightened her spine, clutching the vault key behind her back. "You'll get nothing from me, cowboy!" she snaps, voice steady despite the tremor in her hands.
Ben chuckled, stepping closer. "I ain't askin' darlin', I'm takin'." With a swift motion, he snatched her wrist, prying the key free. Before she could protest, he'd bound her hands and hoisted her over his shoulder like a sack of flour. She kicked and shouted, but nobody was around to hear, as he carried her to his waiting horse.
After a bumpy ride out to the middle of the desert, Big Bad Ben sets our heroine onto a huge rock. "You're a fool if you think you'll get away with this." she says, glaring up at him. "The Sheriff's already after you." He's mighty tired of listening to her threats and complaints, so he stuffs a wad of cloth into her mouth, tying a bandanna around her head to keep her from spitting it out. Ignoring her muffled protests, he finishes tying Sandra's legs, wrapping ropes around her knees and ankles and cinching them tight around her cowboy boots. Once she's fully restrained, he unbuttons her form-fitting blouse to reveal bright red shapewear beneath, and hikes up her tight pencil-skirt to reveal her stocking tops. He helps himself to a double handful of her massive mammaries. After all, he's no gentleman. He leaves her to struggle while he heads back to properly stash his ill-gotten loot. He'll be back for her later, once she's all tired out from thrashing and grunting in the sweltering sunshine. Perhaps she'll be more compliant then!