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 The Stolen Key

   In the first story of this series, I failed to give the town a name. 
Crixon.  That'll do.  In Sheriff Stark's western town of Crixon, the
wealthiest citizen is Alastair Panache, a former world traveler and
adventurer.  In his sojourns across the globe he had acquired many famous
treasures from many different nations.  This collection of art and
antiquities makes a convenient set up for the object of larceny in this
story, the Daken Shema.  It is the rarest and most expensive of the prizes
on display at Mister Panache's annual exhibit, an attraction that brings
visitors from across the nation.  Crixon is filled with strangers of all
kinds who have come to see the Panache collection.

   First, while the town's other law officers are elsewhere, Sheriff Stark,
the amazing, tall, sandy haired lady Sheriff who has gained widespread fame
as the `Naked Sheriff' due to her denuded ride through town, makes
occasional appearances.  When she is not there herself her loyal deputies
are.  Two officers keeping watch on the showing today are Deputy Driscoe
and the newest Deputy, young Maisie.  The legend of the lady sheriff that
had captured Bad Bart had brought a number of willing, adventurous women to
Sheriff Stark's town.  Though they had all been hopeful, only one had been
accepted.  Maisie was an enticingly pretty nineteen year old with curly
brown hair.  She was soft featured, and somewhat short, almost petite. 
Despite her small stature though, she was strong for her size, very
determined, had a thirst for the work and was exceptional with a gun.

   Several harmless people, unimportant to the story mill about and take in
the sights but there are a handful of them that we'll be seeing again. 
First we have a dark and forboding indian (to be politically correct enough
to say native american would be out of place in a western, even one as
unauthentic as this one) who stalks his way through, trying to find the
best way to get ahold of the Daken Shema in the next four days before the
exhibit ends.

   Gliding along between the rows of cases is the lovely Barbara Gorges. 
Another stranger to town, she's refined, instantly adorable but in an oddly
mature way despite her being only twenty two years of age.  Somewhat dark
hair, between brunette and redhead.  She's dressed in immaculate, expensive
clothes and carrying a parasol, the perfect picture of old west splendor.

   The next principal character is Dan Larue, a gentleman in a tall hat and
elegant dark clothing.  He is dashingly handsome and instantly charismatic.
He would supply a sex appeal element to any female readers if I would
bother to describe him any further.  This being a Captain Quixote story
though, his clothes will stay on and his charms will be hinted at rather
than being delved into.  Right behind him though is his personal servant, a
gorgeous, fair skinned blonde wearing a maid's uniform which would be old
fashioned enough to fit the era if it weren't for the hem of it, high cut
enough to show off her exceptional legs in fishnet stockings, and the
neckline which shows off a more than generous amount of spectacular
cleavage.

   The first of Panache's problems occurred that day, though he kept it
quiet, even from Stark and her deputies, not wanting to admit to such a
colossal error.  The Daken Shema is a specially crafted work of gold and
jewels, the artistry of which makes the material triple in value.  To
protect the delicate ornament, it is kept in a casing made of solid steel.
It is also legend that the casing protects women from it's powers. 
According to legend, any woman who touches it directly will find it
impossible to keep her body covered.  The steel shell is set to be opened
on the final day of the exhibit by Panache himself.  He carries the key to
the shell's lock, a small lock that would be nearly impossible to pick. 
But the key was missing.  Black Fox, the aforementioned, skulking indian
had managed to get within earshot to eavesdrop about it.  "I don't
understand!" Panache whispered to one of his servants, "I couldn't have
lost it and I've had not a single man close enough to me to steal it."

   The implication was obvious to Black Fox.  A woman had stolen it and he
had noticed how Panache had been flirtatious with any attractive woman. 
Without the key, the statue was worthless.  No point in stealing it until
he had the key.  Who had it though?  He crept out and determined to find
the key even if he had to search every good looking woman in Crixon.

   There, I've managed to clutter this up with far too lengthy an
exposition for my style of writing.  Time to get to some fun.

   Black Fox watched the Panache Manor from a distance for a while before
he saw an attractive woman leave.  Thirty perhaps, dark haired, her clothes
were modest but nice.  She was Miss Rebecca Callahan, the local school
teacher.  The silence of Black Fox caught her off guard.  "MMmmMMM!" She
squirmed and tried to scream through the hand clamped over her mouth as she
was dragged off the street into a small shed by the hardware store.

   "Quiet!" he whispered to her.  "I won't hurt you if you're quiet!  Do
you have the key?"

   "What?" she whispered back in confusion.

   Sounded genuine.  He had to be sure though.  He gagged her quickly and
then went about tying her in place.  Miss Callahan was wide eyed as this
stranger bound her hands to a shelf with remarkable speed.  "MnMh!  Wt ur
yu gn do?"

   He didn't answer.  Instead he began ripping her dress off.  Starting at
her collar, the indian outlaw tore her dress open from neck to waist,
baring a plain white bra that encased a very lovely pair of just barely big
breasts.  "nNn!  Dn!"

   "I said be quiet!" he hissed as he ripped her sleeves and then slid her
dress down and off of her body.  Standing there tied and gagged in her bra
and panties, Miss Callahan mumbled wordlessly as she watched the stranger
go over every bit of her dress.  "Damn!" He wasn't finished though.  With
deft fingers, he snapped the shoulder straps off her bra and then unclasped
the back.  It came off and Miss Callahan didn't know what was worse, having
her tits exposed or the fact that this ruffian didn't seem to notice them.
He fingered his way carefully over her bra as she stood there fuming and
topless.  Not finding the key, Black Fox of course slid the panties off the
hapless schoolteacher and went over them.  He knew he had the wrong woman,
but as a last measure, he removed her boots to check them as well.  He
hadn't expected to find the key that fast, but it still disappointed him.
That is, it disappointed him until he realized that he had just torn the
clothing off a lovely woman.  The realization of that hit him suddenly and
he turned a happy and stunned stare at the naked body tied up there.  At
the sudden attention, Miss Callahan blushed deeply and wriggled in place,
setting her oh so pretty, full, round knockers jiggling side to side.  Once
she held still, his gaze lowered over her body until he caught direct sight
of her thick, not quite rectangular, black bush.  "Nice beaver," he said
and she raged in mumbles at him as his eyes swept down over her legs and
then back up to take in that dark fur one last time.  He left her there,
tied and naked as he set out to find the key on some other pretty woman.

   While Black Fox was quickly stalking his next victim, Sheriff Stark with
Deputies Handler and Newman were at a saloon keeping tabs on two of the
other strangers to town, both of whom were involved in a poker game.  The
lovely lady that had been at the Panache exhibit, Barbara Gorges, was
holding only a narrow lead over the well dressed gentleman with the
everpresent maid.  Dan Larue was his name and his maid, quite a distraction
to the other players, he simply referred to as Cheri.  Speaking of
distraction, Cheri had a habit of picking up constantly and whenever she
spotted anything on the floor, she bent over and her short skirted uniform
wasn't enough in that pose to cover everything.  With her black, white
trimmed thong, her beautiful buns were more than half bared every time she
bent over.

   "I'll see it," one of the other gamblers said as he was staring at her
incredible ass rather than his cards.  Then, only after he had thrown his
bet in, did he realize what a mistake it was.

   Stark kept an eye on both Barbara and Dan as they played.  Newman and
Handler kept an eye on Barbara and Dan and Cheri's cleavage and bend over
butt.  Realizing that she was more or less on her own catching anyone in
the act, Sheriff Stark tried to spot what was wrong with the game.  She
couldn't put her finger on it, but something was out of place.

   As the evening wore on and the men in the room had their losses a bit
recompensed by the sight of Cheri's incredible cleavage and occasional bend
overs, Barbara Gorges eventually retired from the game with quite a bit
more than she had started.  "Let me see that deck," Sheriff Stark said once
the woman was out of earshot.  Looking through it, she saw that a few cards
were missing.  Someone had to have them though.  "Newman, Handler."

   "Yes, Sheriff."

   "Follow that woman and find out if she's got the three missing cards
from this deck on her."

   "Seriously?" Handler said.  This sounded like a great assignment.

   "And while you search her, check for the birthmark."

   "Oh right!" They had received a wire about a notorious thief who's
identity was unknown but who had made off with a number of major treasures
like the Daken Shema.  Not much was known about the thief but there was an
identifying birthmark in the shape of a hand somewhere on his or her body.
Finding the cards was really just a means to an end.  If this Barbara
Gorges was the thief they were looking for, Newman and Handler would find
out and the Daken Shema would be safe.

   While the two deputies followed Barbara to her hotel, Black Fox had
cornered another pretty lady from the exhibit, Mrs.  Withers.  The widow
got his attention not only because she fit the role, a very attractive
woman who had been present at the exhibit, but also because she was wearing
doubtlessly the finest clothes and jewelry of any woman there.  "MMM! 
MmMM!" She tried to make a sound around the instant gag he had on her as he
dragged her into the shadows of a little stable.  "HM!  Lm Me G!  D U No h
I am?"

   "Quiet down lady.  I won't hurt you if you just stay quiet.  Where's the
key?"

   "Hm?" She tried to get a look at his face.  Behind his bandana and under
his hat, it was hard to tell anything about him.  It was even harder to say
anything to him.  With that gag in her mouth, Mrs.  Withers couldn't even
let him know that she didn't know what key he wanted.

   Without another moment's hesitation, the outlaw ripped open the front of
her dress, this time much more alert of the femininity of his captive.  She
was coldly beautiful, pale skinned with light blonde hair and icy blue
eyes. As her dress tore open he saw that her lovely medium tits had soft
pink nipples that pointed straight ahead.  She muttered a few curses under
her gag as her dress was torn away completely.  She watched in wonder as he
searched every bit of her removed clothing.  What did he want?  He took her
hat off next and looked inside.  Then her gloves, which was a bit difficult
as her wrists were tied to a crossbeam.  After that he snapped away her
garter belt and rolled her stockings down, checking every bit of them for
the little key and enjoying the feel of her legs as he did so.  He couldn't
help smiling behind his disguise.  What a wonderful way to make a dishonest
buck!  He slipped her shoes off and checked them along with her feet.  "Hm.
Looks like you don't got it.  Then again there's one last thing to look
through."

   Her eyes blazed as she demanded in her muffled rage, "Dn u Dr!!  U Ct D
Thz!" But he did.  He slipped his hand into her panties, his fingers
gingerly searching around every bit of concealed skin, fingering through
her bush and around her lips.  Finally he slid his hands around to her ass,
holding her close to him as he did so.  No key there, but he did like
giving her a couple good squeezes.  Despite the fun of it, he was angry at
missing the key.  "Damn!"

   Mrs.  Withers was more than a little confused.  That was a very odd
reaction.  Black Fox took a step back and surveyed his panty bare prisoner.
No key but there wasn't any reason not to relieve her of her jewelry.  And
her dignity.  He slipped her panties down for a look.  "Huh.  Not real
blonde are you?"

   "RRrRR!!  U Bstd!"

   He left her there, thick, dark, curved triangle and tits out, tied to
the wall.

   Meanwhile, back at her hotel, the lovely Barbara Gorges heard a knock on
her door little more than a second after closing it.  "Hello?" she asked
uncertainly when she opened it to find Deputy Newman and Deputy Handler
there.  She recognized them from the poker room as local lawmen.  "How can
I help you?"

   Newman pushed her door open all the way.  "We've got have a talk with
you Miss Gorges." The two officers stepped in and closed the door behind
them.

   "Wh-what do you want?" she asked nervously.  She could sense the
imminent danger.

   "Cards were missing from the deck that you were playing with.  We've got
to see if you have them."

   For a moment she thought they were joking.  "Cards?  You think I was
cheating?"

   "Someone was.  And you were the big winner at the table."

   "It's not my fault I can play.  Hey!" Newman was going through her
handbag.

   Handler took a step closer.  He felt bad intimidating a woman,
especially a woman like this, but it was his job.  "Just let us do our job
and we'll be gone quick."

   "There's nothing in there."

   "She's right," Newman said.  "I'm afraid Miss, that we're going to have
to search you now."

   "Search...  me?  You're not serious."

   "Sheriff's orders.  If you'd just keep your hands where we can see
them." Handler looked at him with an expression that clearly wondered which
one was going to do the honors.  He hoped against the outcome but it was a
foregone conclusion.  Newman had seniority.  Handler managed not to look
disappointed when Newman told him, "Keep an eye on her."

   "Sure thing." At least he'd get to watch and this promised to be a great
show.  This woman was a knockout, flawlessly pretty, chestnut hair, dark
eyes and even under that somewhat formal dress you could tell that she had
a hell of a figure.

   The obvious place to start was her sleeves.  Ordinarily, being
professional, Newman would have looked there first to spare her any
embarrassment.  The cards weren't the only thing they were looking for
though.  He lifted the bottom of her dress.

   "Oh!  How dare you!"

   "Miss, I'm just doing my job." The dress kept rising and her sexy
stockinged legs met the eyes of the happy lawmen.

   "But, you can't do this!"

   "Sheriff's orders," Handler assured her.  "So keep quiet and we'll make
this is short as possible."

   Newman snapped the garter at one thigh, causing a delightful, "OH!" One
by one they all snapped free and Newman had her hold her own dress up while
he rolled her stockings down her legs.  His pulse was racing but for the
wrong reasons.  No cards.  No birthmark.  He'd have to keep searching. 
Setting aside her shoes and stockings, Newman got behind her and started
undoing her dress.

   "What?  No!  Don't do this!  I haven't done anything wrong!" But her
dress was slipped off her shoulders and down her arms.  Handler refrained
from commenting on the great taste she had.  The dark lingerie, adorned
with the occasional embroidered rose was magnificent.

   With an unceremonious drop, her dress fell past her waist and to the
floor.  "Step out please Miss," Newman said.  He was looking her up and
down and so was Handler, not even a bit subtle about it.  They were looking
for the birthmark of course.  They couldn't possibly keep from enjoying her
charms, but they were genuinely looking for the mark.  Barbara had her arms
across her lingerie clad body, one between her breasts, the other below. 
"I told you I didn't have anything."

   "We don't know that for certain yet," Newman said, almost embarrassed
himself.

   "What?  You don't mean--?"

   Newman took her hat and handed it to Handler who was to look for cards.
He did it quick though as he didn't want to miss what was happening next.
The back of Barbara's bra came unclasped as she let out a little yeep. 
"Just keep your arms at your sides," he warned, trying not to sound too
gruff.

   She did as she was told.  In fact, if her jaw hadn't been quivering, she
would been a statue.  She flushed but did not move as the bra slid down her
arms and off of her body.  There was no mark on her.  There was no mark on
her gently sculpted back.  There was no handshaped birthmark on her
shoulders or her arms.  There wasn't one on her beautiful chest, that
delightful chest with wonderful just below medium tits, perky but with
curves that also somehow implied softness.  Her nipples were not circles,
not quite ovals but in between and after sensing the stares aimed at them
for a few moments too long, she demanded, "Can't you stop staring and give
my clothes back now?"

   "One last place to check."

   Barbara's hands clutched at her panties protectively.  "No, please
don't! I don't have any cards in my panties!  Show some sense!  OH!" Newman
was tugging them down and, with some effort, she allowed it to happen as
she blushed furiously.  Her bush was a straight edged, almost equilateral
triangle of slightly shiny brown hair.  But there wasn't a birthmark to be
seen.  Both Newman and Handler walked around her to see everything.  Her
tight buns were wonderful, but there wasn't any birthmark there either.

   "Didn't find anything," Newman said.

   Despite his arousal, even Handler was a bit disappointed, "Didn't find
anything we were looking for."

   "What?" Barbara said as she indignantly pulled her panties back up. 
"What else were you looking for?"

   "It doesn't matter.  You're cleared of all suspicion, Miss."

   "Well now isn't that the best news I've heard all day," she sneered.

   Back at the poker game, things got interesting when the real cheat was
revealed.  Every eye was on Cheri whenever she bent over, flashing her
gorgeous ass, but what she was really doing wasn't just cleaning up.  She
was collecting the cards that her partner Dan would flick away when he
separated them from the deck.  When he needed one, she would bring him a
drink or take his glass away, slipping him a card.  All of this was hard to
spot but not impossible.  When another gambler at the table caught on, he
exposed the con quite dramatically.  "Those tits aren't the only things you
got in there!" Right when Cheri was within arm's reach, he grabbed her
revealing neck line and yanked her top down.  A pair of amazing, round,
bouncy hooters popped out, but so did a few playing cards.  Chaos ensued. A
great many eyes were enraptured by those amazing tits even after Cheri got
them covered again.  All the card players, those playing and those that had
played, were an instant angry mob.  Needless to say, since this is a
western, a bar room brawl broke out.  Dan and Cheri made good their escape,
being highly practiced at dodging trouble, but they had to evade the
violence all around them.

   Sheriff Stark was really wishing that she hadn't sent her deputies away.
She could wade through the fight faster than anyone and any fool that had
to be put down was quickly clouted to the floor by her.  Most of them
stayed down after that, either by choice or because they were no longer
conscious.  Still, Stark watched in agitation as Dan and Cheri looked like
they would reach the rear exit before she could reach them.  With the other
brawlers cancelling out the rest of the players, the two cheats got away.

   Dan and Cheri were frantic to get gone.  They knew the law lady would be
right after them.  Dan led the way but after a turn or two, he glanced back
and saw that Cheri was not behind him.  "Cheri?  Cheri where did you go? 
Cheri?!"

   So where was she?  Well she had been at the Panache exhibit.  She was a
fabulously attractive woman.  She might have had the key to the Daken
Shema. It was only her bad luck that Black Fox noticed her as she was
running along the streets.  With his remarkable stealth and speed, he had
her whisked out of the open space and into an empty little barn without Dan
noticing.  "Mm!  MM!"

   "Now don't fight, Miss," he said as he managed to tie her wrists to a
big, broken wagon wheel.  "I'm not going to hurt you.  I just need the key.
Tell me where it is and make this quick." Granted, gagged as she was, she
couldn't answer, but Black Fox's logic wasn't as fast as his hands.  Cheri
gave up even making defiant noises when she realized how trapped she was.
She stared at him with blazing hatred that would have seemed impossible to
anyone seeing her play the part of ditzy serving girl.  Black Fox noticed
that and commented, "There's more to you than meets the eye.  Let's see how
much more." He started pulling her maid's uniform down off of her
shoulders. Cheri started a wide eyed panic sound but didn't move or resist.
She just pled for him to stop with her beautiful blue eyes.  The super
sexy, black, white trimmed outfit descended past her boobs.  "Great
Spirit!" he gasped at the beauty he found there.  Though he longed to just
stare at those incredible, handleable jugs of hers, this was business, not
pleasure.  With the top of her outfit inverted, he could see why she didn't
need a bra.  It was designed to lift her breasts and press them into a
cleavage wonderland even without one.  That interesting fashion find aside,
there was nothing in her top.  No key.  He fished in the little sleeves and
check in back and there was nothing.  He checked the little apron around
her waist.  He lifted her skirt and checked for any pockets but there was
nothing.  "Damn, damn, damn!  Don't you have the key?" What a weird thing
to say.  She didn't know what this crazy, bandana masked stranger wanted.
Despite his frustration, Black Fox couldn't help but admire the underwear.
It was made to go with her costume.  It was black, but laced with frilly
white at the edges, just like her little uniform.  He had to check for the
key even there, so of course he pulled it down.  He found nothing but her
enticing little french maid pussy though.  Sensuous little lips above which
was a small, well maintained but very thick brush of blonde fur.  With a
sigh of pleasure, then disappointment, his hands wandered all over her
stockings but they contained only her magnificent legs.  Inside her shoes
were only her pretty, fishnet covered feet.

   Black Fox sat back on a hay bale and considered as his eyes wandered up
and down that exposed body.  "Your boss," he muttered, "you already gave
him the key didn't you?" He was cursing in his native tongue for a bit at
his stupidity.  He should have grabbed the top hatted dandy too.  It
wouldn't have been near as much fun searching him but it had to be done. 
That was the next mark and he should be easy enough to track.  Oh and don't
worry.  The story won't include any male strip searches, so keep reading
without fear.  While Black Fox searched the night and Sheriff Stark pursued
the poker cheats, the lovely miss Barbara Gorges was still feeling rather
ill used after her encounter with the law.  A nice hot bath was what she
wanted.  At the back of the hotel was the room with the tub and they had
brought plenty of hot water.  What she didn't know was that while the room
seemed so safe and private with the door locked, there were a few very well
positioned and very hard to notice peepholes in one wall.  Directly on the
other side of that wall is a little used stable that at that moment
contained Tim and Billy, our two tit crazy friends from Sixguns and Sex
Appeal.  In that story they got quite an eye full of two out of town women.
Now they'll get a great view of another.

   Eyes pressed to their carefully crafted spy holes they watched as the
beautiful stranger began to peel her dress off.  "Ooh!" Billy whispered at
the sight of that exceptional body in the black, rose adorned lingerie.  "I
almost don't want her to take that off," Tim said.  She seemed almost
uncertain and that gave the boys pause.  They didn't know that she was
still feeling insecure from being strip searched earlier.  But then it
happened.  The bra came unclasped.  It fell away and a pair of beautiful
bare breasts brought broad smiles to the young voyeurs' faces.  "What great
tits!" Billy said.  Barbara turned around and started peeling her panties
down.  Her two hidden admirers both murmured softly at the sight of that
amazing bare ass.  She stood up and their eyes moved up the line of her
body, from calf to thigh to butt to small of back to shoulders.  When she
turned around, there it was, a gorgeous triangle of bush.  The light hit it
in a way that caused a color fade from brown on one edge to nearly gold on
the other.  It looked so very soft, the kind of bush that laid down quietly
in a way that made the shape of it perfect.  Slowly the beautiful woman
lowered herself into the water while the smiling voyeurs switched peepholes
for a better look.  In the tub there wasn't as much to see but she was so
very pretty and every so often her breasts would rise up to where they
could get another look.  It was also wonderful to watch her suds herself up
and wash her body.  She seemed to enjoy the experience herself from the
little grin she had.  This just melted Tim and Billy that much more.  At
length, when she felt clean enough and the water had gone from hot to
tepid, she got up slowly and her bare naked body was eye candy to the two
young men again.  With trembling breaths they watched as she cleared the
remaining soap and suds from her body.  It was then that Billy heard an odd
little sound.  "Shh!  What was that?"

   Tim thought they had been discovered, but Barabara just kept drying off.
Then he heard it too.  It was a sort of mumbling or murmuring but it came
from somewhere in the little stable on the other side.  "MmmM!  M!  Whz
Thr!"

   With supreme caution, they looked around to make certain they were
alone. With nearly soundless footsteps they crept through the stable until
they found the source of that mumbling.  "Mrs.  Withers!," Billy said. 
Inadvertantly, they had discovered one of Black Fox's stripping victims,
still tied and gagged and exposed.  "Wow!" "WOW!" The excitement of the two
youngsters completely quashed Mrs.  Wither's relief at having rescuers at
hand.

   "Unt M!  Gt m ot f hr!"

   "What do we do?," Billy asked.

   Tim couldn't answer.  He was too enthralled by this gorgeous woman in
her pulled down panties, rolled down stockings and nothing else.  "She's
not a real blonde."

   "MmM!  Stp Lkn!!!"

   They were both staring at her black bush while she started to thrash
against her bonds.  Billy quickly took her gag out.  "Sorry Miz Withers."

   She wanted more than anything to shout insults and berate them using all
kinds of vocabulary words they had never heard.  She didn't though.  She
couldn't afford to while she was still tied and she knew it.  "Thank you,"
she said without being able to keep the coldness from her voice.  Eyes all
a fury, she asked harshly, "Can you untie me now?" "What happened to you?"
Tim asked.  Again she was being blatantly ogled.

   "Can you please stop staring at me while I'm like this?  I got kidnapped
off the street by some maniac.  He tied me up and tore my clothes off." At
once her two rescuers determined to envision that in great detail later on.
Their smiles made that evident and Mrs.  Withers fumed even more.  "Please
just untie me."

   Billy ventured very, very cautiously, "C-can we, y'know, have a little
feel first?  As a reward?"

   "What?  You little pervert!  Let me go right now or when I see the
Sheriff I'll tell her, I'll, I'll tell her--" She spluttered and raged at
losing track of her own words.

   The threat carried a great deal of weight though.  Like everyone that
knew her, Tim and Billy were eager to stay off of Sheriff Stark's bad side.
"I was only joking," Billy said, though they all three knew he hadn't been.
With quick effort, the beauty's ropes were undone and she struggled back
into her panties and the remains of her torn dress.  "Let's go find the
Sheriff.  We'll go with you.  In case that crazy guy is still out there."

   Mrs.  Withers sincerely doubted that these two would be able to fend off
the stealthy stranger that had tied her up but then again she felt a whole
lot safer not walking the streets like this all on her own.

   While Mrs.  Withers and her happy chaperones made their way to the
Sheriff's station, the Sheriff herself was looking for Dan Larue and his
maid.  Dan was, in turn, looking for his missing partner Cheri while the
Black Fox was hunting for Dan.  That wily, silent footed indian didn't find
Dan immediately.  No, for a scene far more interesting, it makes sense to
have Black Fox instead spot the lovely Maisie.  Another pretty lady who was
at the Panache exhibit.  Another pretty woman who could have the key to the
Daken Shema.  He followed her quietly, waiting until just the perfect
moment to ambush her.  Before she knew he was there, he had knocked the
rifle from her hand and tackled her through the door of a broken down,
abandoned house.  The struggle that ensued had Black Fox surprised and a
bit frantic.  Every one of his strip search victims had fought back but
none of them had this kind of ability.  Right when she was inside, she drew
her pistol and was a split second from shooting him.  Like the rifle, the
pistol was knocked away.  Even unarmed, Maisie was far from helpless.  She
sprang to her feet and, instead of bolting for the door, she slugged the
indian, making him see stars and knocking the bandana from his face.

   She tried to grab her gun, but even acting on pure instinct, Black Fox
managed to grab her ankle and they were thrown into a wrestling match on
the floor.  After half a minute or so, Maisie had her arms tied behind her
back and Black Fox had bruises all over.  As he fixed a gag on her, he
admired her out loud, "That was impressive, girl.  I really think I just
got lucky." Maisie kept thrashing even with her arms tied, so Black Fox was
hard pressed to get her bound to the posts of some shelves.  At last he
could rest and begin to feel the supreme irritation of having his face seen
by one of his victims.  He put his disguise back on even though he knew it
was too late.  "You got the key on you?"

   Maisie's pretty brown eyes for the first time showed something other
than danger and rage.  There was a moment of confusion.  What was he
talking about?

   "Didn't think you'd tell me.  Anyway, I'll find out.'' You can guess
what happened next but I think you'd like me to describe it anyway.  The
rope tying Maisie's hands was, in turn, tied behind her to some shelves. 
Her boots were simply tied together.  Every other woman had worn a dress.
This was the first one wearing pants.  To search those thoroughly, Black
Fox was going to have to pull them entirely off of her body.  Considering
the little hellcat she proved herself to be while they struggled, he wasn't
relishing the thought of loosening her feet even if her arms were tied. 
Still, he loosened her belt as she wriggled and protested.  Her pants came
undone and they were slid down her lovely slender legs.  Once he got them
far enough he just slipped them and her boots off of her all at once and
scooted out of kicking distance.  Maisie fumed as she watched him go over
her purloined pants and check her boots.  When he got close, as he
expected, she tried to kick him but he was careful and he managed to grab
her ankle and pulled off that sock just in case the key was in it.  Her
other foot followed, sock off and then, with much effort, he managed to tie
her feet to the shelves.  Maisie felt furious at being so helpless, tied up
and below her waist stripped to her black panties.  Panties that the
villainous indian was now eyeing.  "MmM!  MM!"

   She could hear his smile even though she couldn't see it.  "Let's see
what you've got under there." Even though she buckled and arched, he
grabbed her underwear and pulled it down, finding nothing inside but her.
She had a small but very fluffy, light brown bush.  It was thick except
over her cute little pussy lips where it was more than sparse enough to
make out the details of her most intimate loveliness.  Maisie could have
died of embarrassment as he stared at her bare pussy.  She continued to
mumble threats through her gag as he unbuttoned her shirt from bottom to
top.  Before he parted that shirt, he checked under the little black vest
she wore over it.  It was then that he made a frightening discovery. 
Inside her vest was the silver star she wore as deputy.  "You're the law?"
he said confused.  "Oh no." It was a given that she didn't have the key he
needed.  And she was one of Sheriff Stark's deputies.  And she had seen his
face!  Black Fox was hard pressed to keep from shouting curses.  After a
bit of grumbling he decided out loud, "What's done is done.  I may as well
enjoy this.  Come to think of it..." He remembered the story of this town's
gorgeous Sheriff.  Exaggerated surely but why not take advantage of that
tactic himself?  Before he was just searching her but if he stole all her
clothes then she would have a difficult time pursuing him even if she got
loose.  "Sorry about this." He almost sounded sincere as he tore away the
black panties.  Maisie's shout was almost loud even through her gag.  Her
vest was torn away next.  Then her shirt.  He looked her up and down, naked
except for her bra.  With a few determined snaps, it met the fate of the
rest of her clothes and her sexy young titties were bared.  They were the
definition of perky, topographically perfect with those sexy, pretty little
cylinder nipples.  He watched her for just a few moments, completely taken
by the delightful movement while she struggled against the ropes.  Then he
left, taking all of her clothes and her gun belt with him.

   Maisie felt a chill from being trapped and at the same time felt a hot
flush from being exposed.  She had paid attention when she had worked
against her bonds though.  The ropes weren't breakable, but one of the
shelves that she was tied to was a bit loose.  With a slow determined
rhythm, she started working that board free.

   So, to recap since I've now got so many different people running around,
three women are still hidden and tied up naked, Miss Callahan, Cheri and
Maisie, though Maisie is near escape.  Black Fox the indian is searching
the streets for Dan Larue.  Dan Larue is also being stalked by the Sheriff,
who is now right about to discover him.  He had spotted her and hidden as
quickly as he could behind some barrels in an alleyway.  Breathing hard and
panicked, he could still see the imposing woman creeping along and getting
closer with every moment.  Then, he was saved.  Billy, Tim and Mrs. 
Withers noticed her and shouted, "Sheriff!"

   There were the two ornery young men the Sheriff had so many complaints
about along with the town's second wealthiest citizen, half naked,
clutching a torn dress around her body.  "What in the world happened?"

   Mrs.  Withers, relieved at being delivered into the hands of the law
breathed a loud sigh of relief.  "There's some madman in town.  He pulled
me off the street, tied me up and tore off my clothes.  Tim and Billy found
me and untied me."

   "And we didn't do nuthin wrong!" Billy said at the suspicious glance
from the Sheriff.

   "Damn," the Sheriff muttered.  Kidnapping was much more urgent than
cheating at cards so she could spend no more time hunting the two
reprobates from the saloon.  "Let's get to the station.  I've got to get my
deputies searching the town."

   Waiting until they wandered away, Dan Larue crept out of his hiding
place and thanked his lucky stars.  But where was Cheri?  He retraced his
steps to find her.

   Maisie, having freed herself finally, was trying to urge herself into
leaving what was now a shelter.  She looked out into the street and was
glad to find it empty, but she had a ways to go to get to the station.  She
stood there, unarmed and totally naked.  To make it worse, though she had
gotten herself free from the shelves, her hands were still tied behind her
back.  She shivered even though it was a warm night.  There really was no
other choice.  She was going to have to walk out into public fully nude. 
She took a hard gulp and stepped out.  At least she was alone.  As quietly
as she could, but also rather quick, the poor girl trotted along, always
close to a building and ready to move as fast as she could out of sight. 
For several blocks she remained undiscovered.  Then her apprehension was
realized.  "Whoa!" said a couple half drunk men trying to find their way
home.  "Where'd you come from?"

   They were in the worst place, right in the way that Maisie needed to go.
She didn't have a nearby alley or anything for cover.  She just averted her
eyes from the oglers to make it easier and rushed to get past them.

   "Now hold on missy!" one said as he grabbed her arm.  "Don't be in such
a hurry!" In the next moment the blushing young woman had knocked him flat
on his back.  "Then again, I should probably be more gentlemanly." He and
his friend stepped back but were all smiles at the sight and they kept
watching her as she rushed away.  Maisie ran and fumed and blushed as she
heard a shout behind her, "You really made our night!" and "This'll make a
great story!" She also heard a comment about how nice her tits were.  That
was the most embarrassing of her encounters but not the only one.  As she
kept running along, she was seen by five other men and all she could do was
hope that none of them recognized her.

   Standing there naked and squirming and hoping beyond hope that no one
else would spot her before she got inside, Maisie kicked at the door to the
Sheriff's station.  "Let me in, let me in, LET ME IN!!!"

   When the door opened, Maisie pushed her way inside past a startled
Sheriff Stark.  "Maisie?  What happened?"

   Tim and Billy were both agog and wide eyed.  They had both fantasized
about spying on this pretty deputy, and now the stunning young woman was
right there, buck naked for them both.  Maisie of course shrieked at them,
"Stop looking!  Stop looking!  Sheriff!  Make them stop!"

   Before the Sheriff could say a word, Tim and Billy were both turned
around but their smiles didn't diminish at all.  How lucky could they be?
Twice now they had seen the boobs and bush of two totally naked beauties
neither of whom could even cover up.

   "What happened to you?" Sheriff Stark asked.

   "I was ambushed by some guy who tied me up and took my clothes."

   "Well, he works fast," the Sheriff said as she untied Maisie's wrists.
"That's exactly what happened to Mrs.  Withers here."

   "I-I'm not the only one?" Maisie stammered, feeling a bit relieved to
hear it.  Her unbound hands quickly covered her nakedness.  Standing there
in an awkward pose she glanced over at Tim and Billy just in time to catch
them both looking over their shoulders at her.  She gave them a dirty look
and they both snapped their heads away.

   The Sheriff opened a drawer and tossed some clothing to Maisie, "I told
you it might come in handy to have a change of clothes here.  He just tied
you up and let you go?"

   "No.  I broke free and came here.  I even got a look at his face.  He
was the indian in dark clothes at the Panache exhibit." The Sheriff hadn't
been there at that time but she knew who Maisie was describing since she
had seen him before that, having been on the lookout for any unusual
strangers.  Maisie related everything that happened, including the fact
that the indian was looking for a key.  "And he's already attacked two
women," the Sheriff said.  "There may be more women hidden out there, just
waiting to be rescued."

   "We'll help look!" Tim said immediately.

   "I'm sure you will," the Sheriff said.  She didn't like the thought of
these two tit crazy youngsters finding any of the town's women before an
officer did, but she needed as much manpower as possible looking for the
mysterious bandit himself.

   At that moment, that bandit, still searching for the key, had noticed
another likely candidate for his strip searches, the winner of the poker
game, Barbara Gorges.  As always, he got close without her knowing it,
then, much to her surprise, she was grabbed right of the street and pulled
into the shelter of the back room of the grocery store.  "MMmM!"

   "Quiet!" He quickly and carefully gagged her, finding her very hard to
hold onto.  At least she was not violent though the way the little law lady
had been.  After a brief, but exasperating struggle he had her bound.  Then
he had another little bit of trouble.  One of the grocery clerks wandered
in.

   "What's going on here?"

   Black Fox didn't find subduing and tying this man nearly as satisfying
as all the women he had captured so far, but at least it wasn't hard.  Once
he had this unfortunate bit of interference dealt with he said harshly,
"Just shut up, sit where you are and enjoy the show."

   Through his own gag, the gangly youth asked, "Njy th sh?" (Enjoy the
show?)

   Black Fox was already turned to Barbara, "Are you the one that stole the
key?"

   "Hn?"

   "I guess that's what you'd say no matter what.  I'll have to do this the
hard way.  Not that I'm complaining." He grabbed the collar of her dress
and forcibly ripped it open.  Barbara wailed through her gag as that
wonderful, black, rose adorned brassiere became eye candy to another pair
of delighted men.  Black Fox kept ripping until the dress was torn
completely from Barbara's body.  As she shivered and squirmed, dressed now
only in her lingerie and shoes, she threw furious looks at the indian that
was going over her dress meticulously to find the missing key to the
treasure.  It wasn't there so the search had to continue.

   The young grocery clerk wasn't certain if he should watch or avert his
eyes.  He was so captivated by this amazing body that he couldn't really
look away.  It was more of a woman's body than he had ever really seen and
he was about to see a lot more.  The next article to fall into Black Fox's
hands was that fancy bra.  Breaking the straps free, he pulled it off her,
baring those delighful, perfectly womanly hills summited by her dark pink
nipples of indefinable shape.  The almost inauadible sigh of gratitude from
both men made Barbara blush so deeply that she could feel the heat of it.
Once Black Fox had taken in a long enough gander at those
not-quite-mediums, he went over the bra the same way he had the dress.  Of
course the key wasn't there either.  He was beginning to think that he
might not manage to get ahold of this treasure.  Still, he had this
gorgeous creature that was still a bit too covered to make that certain. 
He ran his hands slowly over every inch of her stockinged legs.  By then
Barabara's head just drooped as she accepted, with overwhelming chagrin,
the helplessness of her situation.  The outlaw checked her garters
carefully and, still not finding the elusive key to the doll, he slipped
her shoes off and checked the insides.  Having deliberately left the
panties for last, Black Fox's pleasure at the final bit of the search was
obvious in his voice.  "Time to check those panties." "Nn!?  N!  Lm M Go!
Stp!  STP!!!!"

   But despite her renewed protests, her expensive black panties were slid
down and both the tied up young man and the thief got to see her
wonderfully trimmed light brown bush.  Her last bit of modesty was all
those panties contained though.  Black Fox was no closer to claiming the
Daken Shema statuette.  As a consolation he allowed himself to take a
gentle feel of that soft triangle of hair before leaving her there.  "Don't
be so upset," he told her.  "I've left you some company at least."

   "RrNn!  G t Hll!" Her anger didn't help her though.  She remained
trapped and exposed for the blatantly staring eyes of her fellow prisoner.

   While Black Fox returned to the streets to continue his search, Tim and
Billy had some luck during theirs.  The Sheriff had not been ecstatic about
enlisting the aid of these two tit crazy goofballs to find any other
missing women, but it had freed her own force of officers to find the
criminals.  Who did Tim and Billy find first?  Dan Larue's spectacular
maid, Cheri.  Why had Dan himself not discovered her when he backtracked?
Because he had been spotted on the street by a few of the men he had
cheated at cards earlier, forcing him to flee and leave the poor, denuded
and bound Cheri to be found by the two lucky young men.  There she was
still gagged with her wrists and ankles tied to a busted wagon wheel in
that little barn.  "Golly!" Billy exclaimed.

   Tim wanted to second that sentiment but he couldn't even make a sound.
He just stared with an open smile at the amazing round tits that were out
of the sexy maid uniform.  "Golly!" Billy repeated.  "Gee whiz lady, you
got some great tits!"

   "NN!  Wh th fk r u?"

   "Don't worry," Tim said, never taking his eyes off of her.  Up and down
his gaze wandered from her furious but fabulous face to her incredible
busty bosom, to her blonde beaver down her perfect legs and then back up
over it all.  He reminded himself why they had found her.  "Don't worry. 
We'll get you out of this."

   Billy pulled the gag from her mouth and she said with an appropriate
amount of gratitude, "Get my clothes back on!  Please!"

   "Well, we gotta get you untied first."

   "Yeah," Tim said, staring openly at her chest, "we gotta untie you."

   "No, just, clothes first."

   The boys of course did not listen, they started in working at the knots
that tied her legs in place.  It was hard to concentrate on that work given
that they felt a great obligation to themselves to keep checking to make
sure they could see everything she had to offer.  Every few moments Cheri
would blush and look away as she caught one or both of them glancing up at
her nudity.  "Please hurry," she said softly.  After a bit, her legs were
free again.  Since the boys had left her hands for last, she was still
unable to cover at all and of course they were not the least bit shy about
taking in the sight of her fabulous body.  After the slow going of undoing
the well tied ropes at her wrists, the smiling young men finally had the
mortified maid free.  The moment one hand was loose, she threw it over her
tits.  A few seconds later she was completely free and as fast as she
could, she pulled her top up, her skirt down and her panties up.  "Oh thank
god I'm out of that."

   "We'll take you to the Sheriff station now," Billy said.

   "No!  Uh, I mean, that's all right, I can find my own way."

   "But we can't leave you alone," Tim said.  "We're supposed to take you
to the Sheriff.  She said so."

   "That's, uh," she didn't see how she could easily ditch them so she
tried to convince them, "I just want to get to my hotel."

   Tim and Billy looked at each other trying to figure this strange
(gorgeous but strange) woman out.  "All right, I guess," Tim said.  With
that the trio headed out onto the street.

   All Cheri wanted to was to get away and avoid any law, but she was still
in the area that Sheriff Stark last saw her partner, Dan Larue.  So it was
that the Sheriff and her most trusted deputy, Driscoe were searching there
and they spotted her.  "You!  Stop!" Stark shouted and at once the tall
blonde law lady started running.  Naturally Driscoe followed though he
couldn't match the Sheriff's speed.  Neither could Cheri even if she hadn't
been wearing high heels.  Stark bowled over Tim and Billy and caught Cheri
in no time.  Apprehended, the maid didn't even offer a struggle once she
felt those strong hands get ahold of her.

   Driscoe though kept on running past them.  "There!  Sheriff!"

   Stark saw where he was running, and tossed the apprehended maid to the
two young men on the ground.  "Hold on to her!  Don't let her go!"

   "Seriously?" they both said as they got a hold of their gorgeous
rescuee.

   Cheri did try to escape this time.  Though the Sheriff was too strong
and intimidating to even attempt to break free from, she thought that these
two weren't as capable.  She underestimated their resolve to follow through
on this very welcome demand though.  Trying her hardest, Cheri just
couldn't manage to get free from both at once.  Tim and Billy thoroughly
enjoyed the wrestling that ensued.  She shrieked, "Stop!  Let go!  Hey! 
WATCH YOUR HANDS!!"

   Stark and Driscoe were chasing after another rushing figure, Dan Larue.
He had seen Cheri from a distance and had followed her but once Driscoe
spotted him, he had to abandon her yet again.  Glancing over his shoulder
he saw that he had a considerable lead in his race for freedom, but Sheriff
Stark was gaining ground.  He charged around corners hoping to throw her
off but that only led him face to face with Black Fox.  Dan didn't even
recognize the indian, but he could sense the danger immediately.  The two
criminals struggled, Black Fox to get the potential key holder out of sight
and Dan to get away from the enemy he didn't know he had.  Then the Sheriff
rounded the corner.  The two men separated and Stark was instantly after
Black Fox, smiling wickedly at the fact that the town's number one outlaw
was soon to be in a cell.  Dan thanked his lucky stars and sidled away but
he forgot there wasn't one officer him, but two.  Before he realized it, he
was cornered by Driscoe and it was all over for him.

   Cheri and Dan were rounded up but the Sheriff had some trouble catching
up to Black Fox.  He rounded corners and raced at remarkable speed but
every time he spared a glance behind him, she was right there.  He vaulted
fences and at one point even made it onto a low rooftop but all to no
avail. Still he had a few tricks up his sleeve.  He'd already scouted the
area and he had some contingencies ready.  One of which was a very busy
beehive.  At a particular corner he got a hold of it and tossed it at the
unsuspecting Sheriff.  She managed to sidestep it but it exploded against a
wall next to her and the cloud of angry insects swarmed.  With a sudden
shriek, the Sheriff charged away, managing to avoid most of the little
beasts, but not all.  They crawled on her and even into her clothes.  Okay
so it's far fetched, I can't let Sheriff Stark keep her clothes on all the
way through the story can I?

   Despite the bees, she managed to close the gap finally on the wily
indian.  The sheer determination and speed of this woman made his eyes
spring open.  Then she closed those eyes with a heavy right hook.  An
instant later she was tearing off her shirt.  And her pants.  And her bra.
Luckily she had managed to avoid any stings, but the bees were still after
her and she only had moments.  She could either carry away the outlaw or
her clothes.  So it was that the spectacular form of the Sheriff, clad only
in hat and sexy red thong rushed onto the city streets carrying a sixgun in
one hand and an unconscious prisoner over one shoulder.  This remarkable
circumstance kept her from using either hand to cover her athletic rear or
her lovely, legendary tits.  Blushing and swearing she raced back to
Driscoe avoiding eye contact with the citizens lucky enough to see her.

   To say the least, Deputy Driscoe was surprised to see the inspiring
sight of the nearly naked Sheriff rushing along, carrying an unconscious
prisoner.  "Sheriff?"

   "Just keep up!" She breezed past him, all too aware of the stare that he
couldn't stop.  Being naked and embarrassed hurried the Sheriff along so
fast that she was at the Sheriff station several minutes before any one
else.  Stark dropped Black Fox on the floor and put her arm over her chest
and put her back to the wall.  She didn't want to take her eyes off the
indian until Driscoe got back, so she couldn't even get her extra clothes
on.  When the others got there she was barking orders in rapid succession.
"Put him in cell, then him, then her.  Tim and Billy, stop looking at me!
What the hell is Panache doing here?  Wait!  You!" she pointed the barrel
of her gun at Dan Larue as he was being escorted to the cells.  The
gentlemanly criminal blanched and wondered what kind of trouble he was in,
but that wasn't her purpose.  She demanded, "Give me your shirt!"

   "Certainly, madame." It was remarkable that this poker cheat averted his
gaze more easily than anyone else.  He handed the garment over to the
Sheriff.

   She was putting it on fast when Deputy Driscoe shouted, "Look at this!"
He turned Larue around and there it was on his back, a birthmark shaped
like hand.

   "You!  You're the thief that's been stealing rare treasures all around
the country."

   Panache sounded relieved, "Then he has the Daken Shema."

   "You're holding it right there."

   Panache said, "No, Sheriff.  This is just the steel case.  It protects
the statue from harm and any women that might carry it.  According to
legend, any woman who touches the statue directly will be seen naked again
and again.  I can't unlock it because I lost the key but it doesn't have
the right weight.  That's why I came here."

   "What?" Dan said.  "I'm a card player, not a thief!" He was quickly
searched for the key but it wasn't on him or his lovely blonde accomplice.
No amount of questioning of him or Cheri got them any closer to finding the
key or the missing treasure from within the steel shell.  For over an hour
the con man and his partner were questioned but their answers never varied.

   Eventually Black Fox came to and listened in to the shouts and
exasperated denials.  Through the bars of his cell, Black Fox looked closer
at the mark on Dan's back and groaned, "He's telling the truth Sheriff. 
That isn't a birthmark, it's warpaint.  It doesn't wash off but it isn't
what you're looking for."

   Tim and Billy offered, "We saw a mark like that though.  On someone
else. A lady from the hotel.  It was on her hip." It might not have been
the smartest thing to say.  They really didn't want to tell the Sheriff
about the hidden peepholes at the hotel.  They managed to avoid that though
while they described her and it was evident that Barbara Gorges had the
birthmark that implied that she was the real thief.

   Stark's other deputies, Newman and Handler, who had arrived just shortly
before were confused.  "But we searched her and she didn't have any mark."

   "Unless it was covered with make up then.  She had to know that we were
after her," the Sheriff said.

   This made sense to Billy and Tim since they had seen it right after she
had bathed.  They didn't mention that though.

   The Sheriff also realized that if the legend of the statue were true,
that Barbara would have had some naked encounters.  And she had.  She had
been searched by Newman and Handler, stripped by Black Fox and somehow seen
by Tim and Billy as well.

   Black Fox told them where he had left her tied up but by the time they
arrived she had slipped her ropes and was gone.  With all the confusion,
she had had plenty of time to get on the stagecoach that she had waited for
since she stole the statue.  Miles away, she admired the gold and jeweled
statue that her peerless burglar skills had procured.  Her patsy was
already in the clear, but it was too late.  She had her prize and she was
gone.  Sheriff Stark may always get her man but this time she was up
against a woman.

   and a couple epilogues

   Epilogue one : While most everyone at the Sheriff's station was
concerned with finding and capturing the lady thief, not knowing yet that
it was too late, Tim and Billy asked Black Fox an important question.  "So,
are there any more women you left tied up out there?"

   With a groan of partial interest, the indian came close to the bars of
his cell, making the two young men back up quickly.  "Who have you found so
far?"

   Tim and Billy descibed Widow Withers, Cheri, Maisie and reminded him
that the Sheriff's deputies were already on their way to the grocery store
where Barabara Gorges was last seen.

   "Just one more then."

   Tim and Billy were both visibly disappointed that there would be only
one opportunity for them to take advantage of.  "Who was it?"

   "How should I know?  You want to go get her?  She's in a shed by a
hardware store." He told them exactly where and they rushed out to rescue
the last naked woman.

   Before long they were there and as they crept inside the shed where the
naked woman was tied, they were both happily amazed to see that it was Miss
Callahan.  That sexy school teacher was less enthusiastic to see them. 
Like all the boys, they had been in love with her face and figure and now
they could see the things they had only imagined before.  With big toothy
grins, they came close as Miss Callahan stared down at her own nakedness.
Billy told her happily, "We're here to rescue you.  We'll untie you."

   Billy got the gag from her mouth and they both looked at her wondering
what she would say.  For the first time ever they had caught her unprepared
to speak.  She just turned those beautiful, blue, worried eyes from one boy
to the other.  After a few moments of that, they both looked her up and
down flagrantly.  She found her voice after several seconds of being stared
at.  "If you're going to untie me then do it!"

   "Right." Billy moved to one wrist and Tim to the other.  They worked at
the knots slowly and carefully.  Much more carefully and slowly than was
necessary of course.  Miss Callahan shut her eyes tight, not wanting to see
them looking at her.

   "Boy he tied you up good," Tim said, quite truthfully.

   "Just get me loose!" the red faced teacher shouted.

   Billy tried to console her, "You got nuthin to be embarrassed about. 
You got a great body.  As good as I imagined.  Really great tits."

   She just gaped at his audacity and tried to think of what she could
possibly say to get them to avert their eyes.  She could see that he had
told her that to get the best of her and it worked.  In spite of herself,
she kept looking from one place to another, to happy Billy, to happy Tim,
then down at her own bare naked body then at each young man in turn again.

   At long last they had her free and Billy gallantly handed her torn dress
to her to cover with.  "You probably should get to the Sheriff's office. 
We'll take you."

   "That won't be necessary."

   "Least we can do," Tim said, "after being treated to such a great show."

   Epilogue 2 : On her ride away from Crixon, Barbara Gorges's fingers
quite often slipped into her handbag to feel the smooth, golden treasure
concealed there.  The luxury of it and the money it would provide gave her
a thrill.  She had to keep moving though, closer and closer to the
collector who would pay for the statue and farther and farther from the
Sheriff.

   At a train station just outside of the next town, there was a crowd of
people milling around waiting as a train arrived.  The stage stopped so
that Barbara and two other passengers could get off and board the train. 
Of the three, Barbara was the last to step off and as usual, she was
noticed very quickly by a lot of the men around.

   The stage driver was old enough that no one wanted him to have to climb
down from his seat so they got their own luggage from the back.  Barbara
got hers last, just a little suitcase, but she couldn't step away from the
coach.  A little tug on her dress kept her from it.  She had gotten it
hooked on something when she reached up and came back down to get her case.
She was about to try to get it free when she heard the old driver shout,
"Giddap!" and snap the reins.

   "Wait!" Too late!  The stage started moving and Barbara was pulled along
with it.  She braced herself to keep from falling and that proved too much
strain for her dress to bear.  She heard it start to rip and she rushed a
little faster, "Stop the stage!  Stop!" A lot of other people were shouting
for him to stop but, as old as he was, he didn't hear them. 
RRRiiIIppPPP!!! With that agonizing sound, the majority of Barabara's dress
was torn from her.  "Oh!  OH!  OoH!  AAAAAHH!!" She screamed at the
realization that so many people had just seen that.  Were still seeing it!
They were staring!  After having her clothes torn away by that indian, she
had gotten dressed to leave town as fast as possible.  She hadn't even
bothered to put on anything underneath so now she was stark naked in
public! All that really remained of her dress was her sleeves a few scraps
dangling from them.  She did a fast little panic dance as she opened her
parasol.  Then she used that to block her breasts from view while she held
her case over her lower half.  "OH!  OH!  Stop looking!"

   She glanced after the remains of her dress that was speeding away now.
She then ran to the train, having to carefully avoid the people in the
crowd all of whom were watching the beautiful naked lady rush past.  She
got the conductor who was both happy and dumbstruck.  He didn't move to let
her on though.  "Ticket!"

   "What?  I'm naked!"

   "I need your ticket to let you on the train."

   She made a sound of disgust.  "It's here in my hand." Her parasol shook.

   He grinned, now showing a bit of blatant mischief.  "You'll have to hand
it to me."

   From the people behind her, Barbara overheard a few remarks about her
bare ass.  She wiggled a bit involuntarily and that made the show even
better.  She really had no choice.  She had to hand her ticket over and
that meant moving her parasol.  The conductor got a good look at her
gorgeous tits as she did so.  He took it and her parasol snapped back into
position.  He read her ticket and welcomed her aboard.  As she climbed onto
the train, he gave her butt a little pat.  She would have said something
but she heard a few chuckles from other passengers.  She just had to get
on, out of sight and get another dress on as fast as possible.

   Once she was out of sight, she set down her parasol, suitcase and her
handbag.  This last had the Daken Shema in it.  The curse was real of
course.  As long as she had the statue, she was destined for unwelcome
nudity.  And it was a long way to the east coast carrying the little thing
that seemed determined to deprive her of her modesty.