Post by hawkeye on Oct 5, 2022 0:42:28 GMT
“Finally gonna be able to put this behind me. I hope it don’t take too long, I’ve got to get back to Kanako and Trixie’s wedding.”
Ariane Jones:
Ariane grumbled as she shut off her truck, climbing out and placing her keys in a hidden compartment in the bed of the truck. Popping her neck, she strides towards the semi decrepit looking barn, readying herself for the Barnyard Bullrope match with that aggravating Rue Ann. She looked down at herself, making sure to tighten the knot on her tied off, black and red flannel top, while making sure her boots and shorts were snug. She knew Rue would probably try something, so she wanted to make sure she was prepared for anything. The match was going to take place inside the structure, hence the name of the Barn Bullrope match, after all, and Rue was a crazy heel so..
Two women would enter, one would be left hogtied inside.
Ariane didn’t want to be the one left, as she had a wedding to attend and couldn’t let Trixie and Kanako down.
“Looks like a place someone like Rue Ann would like,” Ariane grumbled, marching towards the barely lit structure. “I wouldn’t even let goats stay in this thing.”
She entered the barn, spotting both the annoying hillbilly, who was sitting on a haybale while leaning against a post, and a referee holding a strap.
“Finally, yer here. Thought you’d pussy’ed out.”
Rue Ann Mackenna:
“Shut up, Rue.” Ariane growled. It was even more irritating to Ariane that Rue was wearing pretty much the same that Ariane was, a tied off top and even more low cut shorts than Ariane was. No boots for the hillbilly though.
Ariane marched towards her opponent, only to be halted by the official.
“You can’t fight yet, Ms Jones. This is a bullrope match, so please tie this on before you two start fighting…please?”
“Yeah! You hear that moron? Can’t hit me until you put that on.”
Feeling her anger rise, Ariane tried cooling it down. She offered out her arm, with the referee attaching the strap just above her wrist. The official turned to face Rue Ann. “Ms Mackenna, could you please come here so I-”
“You can walk over here and attach it, Zebra. I ain’t moving for that slug.”
With both Ariane and the referee now grumbling, the pair walked over to Rue, who held out her hand, middle finger up at them for the official to attach the strap. It was quickly enough attached, with Ariane adjusting her feet to leap at the hillbilly as soon as it was on.
“Hold it, Ms Jones. The match can’t begin until after I leave the barn and explain the rules.”
“Just let me at her already!” Ariane grumbled to the snickering of her opponent. The official secured the strap in place, checked it then motioned for both to follow him to the center of the ring. Remarkably, Rue Ann did so without complaint, leaving the three standing in the dead center of the barn.
“Alright. The only rules for this match are that there are no rules. The winner of the match is the one who can successfully hogtie the other using the bullrope attaching you together. Do you both understand these rules?”
Ariane nodded.
Rue Ann grinned. “I think you’ll have to repeat it for the cowslut. She probably didn’t understand those big words.”
“Shut up!”
“Seems like you two are ready for this…I’ll just leave.”
The official left the barn, leaving the two women staring daggers at each other. As soon as the door shut with a slight creak, the two were on each other like hellcats. The two immediately began throwing right hooks into each others’ faces like maniacs. Several moments passed before the punches slowed as Ariane shot a knee into Rue Ann’s gut, lifting her off the ground. The hillbilly bent at the hip, letting Ariane send a double axehammer blow onto her back.
“I’m gonna enjoy this…” Ariane said, cracking her knuckles, before grabbing Rue Ann by her hair, beginning to lift her up. Rue countered, grabbing Ariane’s legs as she stood, lifting her up and over her easily.
“Enjoy pain? I knew you were a masochist,” Rue taunted, before flipping forward, slamming the cowgirl back first onto the hay covered floor. The hillbilly continued, slamming an elbow onto Ariane’s stomach, gaining a loud ‘oof’ from the Black Hills Beauty.
Rue Ann attempted a grab at her opponent’s feet, only for Ariane to bunch up and forcefully kick her away.
The only issue was they were attached by the bullrope. The cowgirl was yanked forward painfully, her arm feeling like it had been pulled out of her socket, while Rue Ann’s body was jerked in an opposite direction from her own arm.
Both women rubbed their arms as they stood, glaring at each other. The two more cautiously approached one another, circling before locking up in the center of the barn. A shoving match began, each woman slipping and sliding on hay all throughout the barn as they tried to dominate the other. Ariane’s larger frame and stronger legs eventually allowed her to push Rue into the door of a stall. Rue Ann took a second to look behind her, looking forward again to receive a headbutt from the cowgirl.
“Hope ya enjoy those!” Ariane shouted as Rue looked dazed for a moment, before grinning.
“That all?” Rue Ann returned the headbutt with her own knee strike to Ariane’s gut, relishing the cowgirl’s pained grunt before slamming her head into Ariane’s nose. The cowgirl released the lock up, holding her nose as she backtracked, missing Rue jumping up, grabbing Ariane by her head, and giving her a Stun Gun.
The move floored the redhead, as Rue Ann, hopped backwards and on top of Ariane’s back, grabbed the Dakotan’s chin and yanked back as she sat on her back.
Screaming in pain, Ariane flailed, grabbing at Mackenna’s hands, trying to pry them off from her chin in the painful hold, while also trying to get back onto her hands and knees. She managed to do so, only for Rue Ann to hop up and fall butt first onto the rising woman’s back.
Ariane falls to the ground with a groan, Rue Ann snickering. “Guess you’re the bottom after all in a slut sandwich.” Rue picked up the groggy redhead by her hair, before sending a chop across her fellow redhead’s bosomy chest.
The slap echoed around the barn, Ariane reeling back, before spinning back and connecting a move Kanako taught her, a spinning backfirst to Rue’s own chest. Rue was sent backwards again into the stall door, but this time, before she could respond, was greeted with a Cowgirl Kick to the face that sent her through the stall doors, shattering the rickety wood with a loud crack.
Before the rope could be pulled taut, Ariane followed Rue Ann into the stall, leaping and jumping onto her opponent with a loud warcry, leading with her elbow. The gut strike rang true, nailing Mackenna before the redhead could defend herself. Ariane, grinning, straddled her opponent before letting loose with repeated stiff elbows to Rue’s face.
“THIS! IS! FOR! RUINING! CHRISTMAS! FOR! THE! KIDS!!!”
Ariane was left puffing after the last strike while Rue Ann moaned slightly, before she began snickering.
“What are you laughing about!?” Ariane sent another elbow into Rue’s face, or at least tried to as this one was blocked.
“You talk too much,” Rue replied. Her right hand shot out and shoved itself into Ariane’s mouth in a Mandible Claw. Ariane screamed as her head was shoved backwards, Rue Ann, pushing herself up as her opponent flailed and scratched at her arm. “Oh, that’s much better.”
Rue Ann yanked forward, pulling the Black Hills Beauty close by her mouth before cracking their skulls together in another brutal headbutt. The move left Ariane seeing stars as Rue Ann removed her hand from the Mandible Claw, shaking it off before licking one finger, then spitting it out.
“Yep, ya taste like shit,” she muttered before pushing herself to her feet, grabbing a hold of Ariane’s hair, just to knee her in the face. The redhead went sprawling back outside of the stall, the rope between them pulling taut as Rue Ann stumbled a few steps forward. Again picking up the redhead by her luscious locks, Rue hefted the larger cowgirl up and onto her shoulders in a fireman’s carry. “I don’t know what anyone sees in you except as an inflatable slut doll.”
Mackenna dropped Ariane onto an outstretched knee in a fireman’s carry gutbuster, bringing a groan from the cowgirl who was still recovering from the headbutt and knee strike. “Seriously, I think I saw you on sale at a sex shop, ‘cept they were giving you away for free as nobody bought ya.”
Rue contemplated her next move, before spying a water trough not too far away.
“Guess it’s time to wakey wakey.” Rue dragged Ariane towards the trough, before again hefting her to her knees in front of the trough. “Open wide like you do for Kanako.”
Rue Ann dunked Ariane’s head into the trough, submerging her in the cold water and instantly waking her up. Ariane flailed as her head was pulled up seconds later, sucking in air before being doused again in the icy liquid.
This time for much longer.
Rue finally pulled her out, Ariane spluttering and coughing and barely there. It brought a scowl to Mackenna’s face. “Seriously? I thought you were this untameable cowgirl. This is pathetic…”
The Kentuckian looked around the barn as she began fumbling with the knot on her arm. “Probably should just end this, ya ain’t no fun no more.”
It was then her eyes landed on a hook hanging from the loft.
“Perfect.”
Rue managed to finally remove the knot, before wrapping it around Ariane’s hands. Satisfied with the knot, she hauled the South Dakotan up once more by her hair, before dragging her over to the hanging hook, yanking her arms up and then draping the knot over the hook, leaving Ariane barely touching the ground.
Meanwhile, Ariane was barely coming too, still coughing up water as she came around. She felt herself hanging from something, and upon struggling, found her hands bound to whatever it was.
Oh no…oh no oh no oh no….
She spotted Mackenna rummaging through a nearby chest, and quickly tried fidgeting her hands to get the knot undone. The redhead heard Mackenna let out a cackle, before spotting her grabbing a horse bit and reins.
Ariane played dead as Mackenna turned around, though kept her eyes focused on the Kentuckian until she was only a few feet away.
“Time to dress ya up so Kanako can ride you like the animal you ar-”
Springing her trap, Ariane jumped up as much as she could, pulling her legs up before wrapping her thighs around Rue Ann’s face, then squeezing tightly. The hillbilly grunted in shock, grabbing at Ariane’s legs trying to peel them away, but couldn’t even get them to budge.
“Twelve years of barrel racing,” Ariane said with a grin. “Ain’t nobody able to escape these.”
Mackenna at least gave it a good attempt as her face slowly began to change color. She slapped at Ariane’s thighs, clawing at them and leaving bright red, bleeding gashes across them, but couldn’t get loose. Trying a different tactic, the redneck began moving around, trying to find an angle that would gain her release.
In return, Ariane would shake her legs and twist every now and then, trying to throw off Rue’s attempts at escaping. The two fought in an odd dance, Mackenna running around while Ariane swung atop her.
And with each little movement, the rope attaching Ariane to the hook frayed bit by bit, little by little. With one final run as a now purple faced Rue Ann bolted forward, the rope finally snapped. What had been a match ending headlock on top of a stranded foe, was now Ariane in a powerbomb position with Rue Ann bolting at a wall.
Already short of breath, Rue Ann stumbled after the rope snapped, and with her arms now freed, Ariane fell backwards, losing her grip around Mackenna’s head. Both women toppled into the wall, Rue Ann face first, Ariane back first and into the power box.
The box sparked, fizzled, then exploded, as the barn was dropped into complete darkness and the camera feeds cut off.
Ariane Jones:
Ariane grumbled as she shut off her truck, climbing out and placing her keys in a hidden compartment in the bed of the truck. Popping her neck, she strides towards the semi decrepit looking barn, readying herself for the Barnyard Bullrope match with that aggravating Rue Ann. She looked down at herself, making sure to tighten the knot on her tied off, black and red flannel top, while making sure her boots and shorts were snug. She knew Rue would probably try something, so she wanted to make sure she was prepared for anything. The match was going to take place inside the structure, hence the name of the Barn Bullrope match, after all, and Rue was a crazy heel so..
Two women would enter, one would be left hogtied inside.
Ariane didn’t want to be the one left, as she had a wedding to attend and couldn’t let Trixie and Kanako down.
“Looks like a place someone like Rue Ann would like,” Ariane grumbled, marching towards the barely lit structure. “I wouldn’t even let goats stay in this thing.”
She entered the barn, spotting both the annoying hillbilly, who was sitting on a haybale while leaning against a post, and a referee holding a strap.
“Finally, yer here. Thought you’d pussy’ed out.”
Rue Ann Mackenna:
“Shut up, Rue.” Ariane growled. It was even more irritating to Ariane that Rue was wearing pretty much the same that Ariane was, a tied off top and even more low cut shorts than Ariane was. No boots for the hillbilly though.
Ariane marched towards her opponent, only to be halted by the official.
“You can’t fight yet, Ms Jones. This is a bullrope match, so please tie this on before you two start fighting…please?”
“Yeah! You hear that moron? Can’t hit me until you put that on.”
Feeling her anger rise, Ariane tried cooling it down. She offered out her arm, with the referee attaching the strap just above her wrist. The official turned to face Rue Ann. “Ms Mackenna, could you please come here so I-”
“You can walk over here and attach it, Zebra. I ain’t moving for that slug.”
With both Ariane and the referee now grumbling, the pair walked over to Rue, who held out her hand, middle finger up at them for the official to attach the strap. It was quickly enough attached, with Ariane adjusting her feet to leap at the hillbilly as soon as it was on.
“Hold it, Ms Jones. The match can’t begin until after I leave the barn and explain the rules.”
“Just let me at her already!” Ariane grumbled to the snickering of her opponent. The official secured the strap in place, checked it then motioned for both to follow him to the center of the ring. Remarkably, Rue Ann did so without complaint, leaving the three standing in the dead center of the barn.
“Alright. The only rules for this match are that there are no rules. The winner of the match is the one who can successfully hogtie the other using the bullrope attaching you together. Do you both understand these rules?”
Ariane nodded.
Rue Ann grinned. “I think you’ll have to repeat it for the cowslut. She probably didn’t understand those big words.”
“Shut up!”
“Seems like you two are ready for this…I’ll just leave.”
The official left the barn, leaving the two women staring daggers at each other. As soon as the door shut with a slight creak, the two were on each other like hellcats. The two immediately began throwing right hooks into each others’ faces like maniacs. Several moments passed before the punches slowed as Ariane shot a knee into Rue Ann’s gut, lifting her off the ground. The hillbilly bent at the hip, letting Ariane send a double axehammer blow onto her back.
“I’m gonna enjoy this…” Ariane said, cracking her knuckles, before grabbing Rue Ann by her hair, beginning to lift her up. Rue countered, grabbing Ariane’s legs as she stood, lifting her up and over her easily.
“Enjoy pain? I knew you were a masochist,” Rue taunted, before flipping forward, slamming the cowgirl back first onto the hay covered floor. The hillbilly continued, slamming an elbow onto Ariane’s stomach, gaining a loud ‘oof’ from the Black Hills Beauty.
Rue Ann attempted a grab at her opponent’s feet, only for Ariane to bunch up and forcefully kick her away.
The only issue was they were attached by the bullrope. The cowgirl was yanked forward painfully, her arm feeling like it had been pulled out of her socket, while Rue Ann’s body was jerked in an opposite direction from her own arm.
Both women rubbed their arms as they stood, glaring at each other. The two more cautiously approached one another, circling before locking up in the center of the barn. A shoving match began, each woman slipping and sliding on hay all throughout the barn as they tried to dominate the other. Ariane’s larger frame and stronger legs eventually allowed her to push Rue into the door of a stall. Rue Ann took a second to look behind her, looking forward again to receive a headbutt from the cowgirl.
“Hope ya enjoy those!” Ariane shouted as Rue looked dazed for a moment, before grinning.
“That all?” Rue Ann returned the headbutt with her own knee strike to Ariane’s gut, relishing the cowgirl’s pained grunt before slamming her head into Ariane’s nose. The cowgirl released the lock up, holding her nose as she backtracked, missing Rue jumping up, grabbing Ariane by her head, and giving her a Stun Gun.
The move floored the redhead, as Rue Ann, hopped backwards and on top of Ariane’s back, grabbed the Dakotan’s chin and yanked back as she sat on her back.
Screaming in pain, Ariane flailed, grabbing at Mackenna’s hands, trying to pry them off from her chin in the painful hold, while also trying to get back onto her hands and knees. She managed to do so, only for Rue Ann to hop up and fall butt first onto the rising woman’s back.
Ariane falls to the ground with a groan, Rue Ann snickering. “Guess you’re the bottom after all in a slut sandwich.” Rue picked up the groggy redhead by her hair, before sending a chop across her fellow redhead’s bosomy chest.
The slap echoed around the barn, Ariane reeling back, before spinning back and connecting a move Kanako taught her, a spinning backfirst to Rue’s own chest. Rue was sent backwards again into the stall door, but this time, before she could respond, was greeted with a Cowgirl Kick to the face that sent her through the stall doors, shattering the rickety wood with a loud crack.
Before the rope could be pulled taut, Ariane followed Rue Ann into the stall, leaping and jumping onto her opponent with a loud warcry, leading with her elbow. The gut strike rang true, nailing Mackenna before the redhead could defend herself. Ariane, grinning, straddled her opponent before letting loose with repeated stiff elbows to Rue’s face.
“THIS! IS! FOR! RUINING! CHRISTMAS! FOR! THE! KIDS!!!”
Ariane was left puffing after the last strike while Rue Ann moaned slightly, before she began snickering.
“What are you laughing about!?” Ariane sent another elbow into Rue’s face, or at least tried to as this one was blocked.
“You talk too much,” Rue replied. Her right hand shot out and shoved itself into Ariane’s mouth in a Mandible Claw. Ariane screamed as her head was shoved backwards, Rue Ann, pushing herself up as her opponent flailed and scratched at her arm. “Oh, that’s much better.”
Rue Ann yanked forward, pulling the Black Hills Beauty close by her mouth before cracking their skulls together in another brutal headbutt. The move left Ariane seeing stars as Rue Ann removed her hand from the Mandible Claw, shaking it off before licking one finger, then spitting it out.
“Yep, ya taste like shit,” she muttered before pushing herself to her feet, grabbing a hold of Ariane’s hair, just to knee her in the face. The redhead went sprawling back outside of the stall, the rope between them pulling taut as Rue Ann stumbled a few steps forward. Again picking up the redhead by her luscious locks, Rue hefted the larger cowgirl up and onto her shoulders in a fireman’s carry. “I don’t know what anyone sees in you except as an inflatable slut doll.”
Mackenna dropped Ariane onto an outstretched knee in a fireman’s carry gutbuster, bringing a groan from the cowgirl who was still recovering from the headbutt and knee strike. “Seriously, I think I saw you on sale at a sex shop, ‘cept they were giving you away for free as nobody bought ya.”
Rue contemplated her next move, before spying a water trough not too far away.
“Guess it’s time to wakey wakey.” Rue dragged Ariane towards the trough, before again hefting her to her knees in front of the trough. “Open wide like you do for Kanako.”
Rue Ann dunked Ariane’s head into the trough, submerging her in the cold water and instantly waking her up. Ariane flailed as her head was pulled up seconds later, sucking in air before being doused again in the icy liquid.
This time for much longer.
Rue finally pulled her out, Ariane spluttering and coughing and barely there. It brought a scowl to Mackenna’s face. “Seriously? I thought you were this untameable cowgirl. This is pathetic…”
The Kentuckian looked around the barn as she began fumbling with the knot on her arm. “Probably should just end this, ya ain’t no fun no more.”
It was then her eyes landed on a hook hanging from the loft.
“Perfect.”
Rue managed to finally remove the knot, before wrapping it around Ariane’s hands. Satisfied with the knot, she hauled the South Dakotan up once more by her hair, before dragging her over to the hanging hook, yanking her arms up and then draping the knot over the hook, leaving Ariane barely touching the ground.
Meanwhile, Ariane was barely coming too, still coughing up water as she came around. She felt herself hanging from something, and upon struggling, found her hands bound to whatever it was.
Oh no…oh no oh no oh no….
She spotted Mackenna rummaging through a nearby chest, and quickly tried fidgeting her hands to get the knot undone. The redhead heard Mackenna let out a cackle, before spotting her grabbing a horse bit and reins.
Ariane played dead as Mackenna turned around, though kept her eyes focused on the Kentuckian until she was only a few feet away.
“Time to dress ya up so Kanako can ride you like the animal you ar-”
Springing her trap, Ariane jumped up as much as she could, pulling her legs up before wrapping her thighs around Rue Ann’s face, then squeezing tightly. The hillbilly grunted in shock, grabbing at Ariane’s legs trying to peel them away, but couldn’t even get them to budge.
“Twelve years of barrel racing,” Ariane said with a grin. “Ain’t nobody able to escape these.”
Mackenna at least gave it a good attempt as her face slowly began to change color. She slapped at Ariane’s thighs, clawing at them and leaving bright red, bleeding gashes across them, but couldn’t get loose. Trying a different tactic, the redneck began moving around, trying to find an angle that would gain her release.
In return, Ariane would shake her legs and twist every now and then, trying to throw off Rue’s attempts at escaping. The two fought in an odd dance, Mackenna running around while Ariane swung atop her.
And with each little movement, the rope attaching Ariane to the hook frayed bit by bit, little by little. With one final run as a now purple faced Rue Ann bolted forward, the rope finally snapped. What had been a match ending headlock on top of a stranded foe, was now Ariane in a powerbomb position with Rue Ann bolting at a wall.
Already short of breath, Rue Ann stumbled after the rope snapped, and with her arms now freed, Ariane fell backwards, losing her grip around Mackenna’s head. Both women toppled into the wall, Rue Ann face first, Ariane back first and into the power box.
The box sparked, fizzled, then exploded, as the barn was dropped into complete darkness and the camera feeds cut off.