I was surprised when Wilbur tapped me on the shoulder and said I was wanted in the dressing room downstairs for the last event of the Rodeo. So I finished off my spiked lemonade and tugged the tacky dress I was told to wear today and swayed my ass as I went out, letting all those men turn their heads to watch. I was more surprised when two of the rodeo clowns met me and the smile under the painted smile wasn't funny. Suddenly one grabbed my arms behind my back and the other put two strips of duct tape over my mouth.

I have to admit I know pretty much nothing about rodeos but I've got a nice D-cup rack so I wasn't surprised when Wilbur behind the counter at the Downtown Cafeteria suggested I try out for this year's Queen of the Rodeo. Wasn't surprised when the four man committee chose me over all the other gals in town. Of course they all smiled prettily to me but I knew them hometown gals weren't happy with me, Billie Jo, only in town for a whole two months. I got to sit on a metal chair decorated with bunting while it sat on the back of a flatbed truck during the first day's parade. I got to sit in the judge's box and occasionally stand up and wiggle my tight T-shirted chest at the crowd when their was a lull in the action on the arena floor. I hated the smell of the cows and most of the cowboys smelled worse. I started spiking the free lemonade.

The last competition of the last day had just been held and the winning cowboy was named. Chuck Somebody from Abilene, wherever that is. Then the champ was supposed to show off his skills one last time before receiving the nice check, trophy, and a kiss from the Rodeo Queen herself, me.

But before that happened I was being kidnapped. I was hefted up onto the shoulder of one clown while the other picked up the plastic tiara that had fallen off. I was carried, feet kicking, down the stairs and into a dressing room. I gurgled into the gag, though an old boyfriend had often gagged me during sex so I knew that whatever I said wouldn't make sense to anyone. But I tried anyway.

Two middle aged ladies were waiting with smirks on their faces. One stepped forward with a pair of obviously sharpened scissors and began cutting off my clothes. I didn't resist this because that thing might slip and cut me. Evidently they thought this was a faster way to undress me, so snip and there went the dress, snip the panties, and snip the bra. The clowns cheered of course. Standing there with my arms behind my back I tried to kick the lady with the scissors.

"Will you hold her, Ned. Get her arms behind her."

One of the two clowns answered "yes, Mom" and my arms were folded back onto each other. The other lady cussed. "Damn it, how many times I got to tell you, young females are flexible." And she turned each arm upward against my back. I was glad that I was that flexible but it still hurt. Meanwhile the other clown roamed his hands quickly down my flanks to get a hold of my legs and keep them tight together though he did run a finger over my heart shaped mound hair.

The first lady smiled at me, rather wickedly I thought. "Oh, you are something, girl, the folks will love to see you." She ran a hand up under each breast and then smacked them together. "Natural, boys." I had mixed emotions about the compliment to my chest, but that changed when the lady smacked each breast back and forth until a nice pink developed. I cried out into the gag and struggled against the hands holding me tight. Meanwhile the other lady was uncoiling a several feet long, inch thick, horsehair braided rope.

Now they were going to tie me up. Well, an old boyfriend had tied me to the bed a few times for his romps into my pussy. But that was not worried me. The tip of the rope was fashioned into rubber butt plug with a two foot long length of hair dangling from it. It was the long hair I had when I arrived and had it cut off at the salon so as to start my new life away from all those old boyfriends. The lady smiled. Absolutely wicked.

I became shocked at the realization I was about to be tied up. Well, my old boyfriend had tied my arms and legs to a motel room bed before fucking me. But this wasn't a motel and no bed. The ladies smiled at each other and work on me started when the clown holding my legs pulled them apart.

"We only got five minutes, Maybelle," the first lady said.

"I been doing this twenty eight years, Dolly, now just shut up. Bend her over, boys."

I took advantage of a pair of male hands falling off me to get in an awkward kick that touched nothing. But I got a smack to the face for it. "Be a lot better if you let us do the work dear, otherwise you're going to have to meet the audience with a black eye or two."

I quieted down. The two ladies had evidently done this before and worked quickly. They parted my ass cheeks and the clowns cheered at my ass hole. "Looks virginal, eh Ned?" It wasn't but it didn't matter. I felt the rubber plug press against my hole. "Relax, deary," one of the ladies said and I tried but it still took several spits from the clowns to lubricate me enough for the plug to...Oh shit!...enter in one thrust. I was bent back up and my former hair hung down from my ass now. I suppose I should have been embarrassed but I was beginning to wonder what the hell was all this for.

Now the ladies worked very efficiently, running the uncoiling rope up my between my arms and circling my neck before crossing angled across my breasts, around my back and angled back across the other breast and around my neck to fall down and slide along the left side of my clit hood, between my legs. It circled the section of rope that extended out of the plug, back between my legs to slide alongside the other side of my clit hood up to the criss cross of breast sections, and then back down. I was amazed at how they tightened it against me as they moved the rope into position. Loose where needed, but very tight everywhere else. Except one spot. The ladies showed me the other end of the rope. There was nothing on the end, just the flayed tips of the braid.

"Guess where we'll have to put this?" Scissors lady said.

Now I fought with every way I could but I was forced onto my back and the pain in my arms increased as I lay on them. The clowns took my legs and held them wide. The rope end, about four inches, was pressed and shoved into my pussy. The coarse rope tickled and irritated and I screamed not just with the pain but with the shame.

The ladies took a thin twine tie and laced the rope sections beside and into my pussy together so nothing would come out. I began to cry as I was turned back up.

Only then was I aware that I was still wearing the Rodeo Queen sash and tiara. My high heels had been taken off I don't know when. I was also aware that one of the clowns had an old style movie camera and was filming my roping and humiliation. The other had his cell phone out and sending my disgrace up to those in the Judge's stand. Now Scissors Lady was polite. She carefully moved the rope off my damn hard nipple. "Maybelle and I were the first two to be tied up like this. So go out there and make us proud." Then she swatted my ass and the clowns walked me down the hall to the nearest chute gate.

It was painful walking with those ropes tight against my private parts, let alone the unique pain I was feeling in my pussy and not so unique pain in my ass. The arena lights were dim, and I was pushed into the chute but not before a cow horn was hung around my neck. What the hell was next? I almost didn't care.

One of the clowns waved to the judge's stand while the other closed the gate, whispering in my ear, "There's a white line on the other side of the arena, just get there and you'll be fine."

The announcer tapped his microphone. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the last event of the rodeo. Please give a hand to this year's Rodeo Champ." And a bright light flashed onto a gate about forty feet away. Then another bright light blinded me. "And a hand for this year's Rodeo Queen, Miss Billie Jo Miller, from down in the Hollow."

I heard the applause. Damn, everyone was going to see me like this, and whatever was still in store for me. For a moment I just stood there then suddenly a cattle prod passed between the stall's panels and my right cheek lit up with a knee jerking, piss causing, sting. The gate flew open and I stumbled into the arena. "Oh, Billie Jo, not that's not how a lady is supposed to enter a room." Laughter from the crowd.

I moved onto my knees and looked around. Cowboys and clowns were urging me to get up and run. But rising up with not just your arms tied behind you, and a butt plug up your ass, plus a coarse rope chafing your pussy is just not very easy. But the crowd was encouraging me. I managed to get up and turn my head so that the spotlight on me wasn't so blinding and I could just see the other side of the arena I had to make for. But if trying to stand with all that was on and inside me wasn't easy, running was damn near impossible. I tried loping along, lowering my balance and stretching my legs out farther in the stride. That eased the pain. At least the tiara hadn't fallen off again, I would have no way of putting back on.

I had gone maybe twenty yards when suddenly the crowd cheered. I made the mistake of turning to see what was behind me. The rodeo champ on his horse bolting out of his stall towards me. I stumbled again and made a few half bent over steps before rising up. The crowd was roaring. I looked up and saw the scoreboard with a timer running. Also posted were the odds of my making it across: 100-1. I realized I was about to be run down and hogtied like one of those poor calves. Well, hell to that. I turned again and saw the roped being twirled towards me so I ducked and was nearly knocked over by the horse and the champ's leg and stirrup as they passed by. I spun around and began to run towards the side of the arena away from the judge's stand and heard the mixed cheers of those rooting for me and those rooting for the champ.

The pain in my pussy and the tightness of the ropes, the lights in my eyes, and the dirt of the arena floor. And I had no idea where that damn white line was. Out of one of the spotlights the champ came bearing down on me again and I tried to squash myself against the arena hardwood siding. No use, the rope came down but caught the tiara which slid off my head. The champ reined in his horse to regather his rope and some joker in the stands staring down at me poured his cold soda onto my breasts. That drew a laugh. The tote board was quickly changing the odds on me down to 20-1. Then as I ran along the arena wall I saw the white line, not that far away now. And I ran, all the various pains now just one massive ache.

Suddenly I fell forward into the dirt, my breasts crushed and the rope on the left breast moving just enough to bend my nipple. More pain. My chin bounced on the ground as did both shoulders and knees. But one leg was angled upward and slowly dragged me backwards on the ground. And that hurt.

The champ was down and pulling my other leg up to put a tie on it, drawing the string over and loop it around my face along the center of the duct tape and tied off behind her head. The crowd roared their pleasure whether they had wining bets or not. But evidently I had spoiled the champ's efforts for a new record time.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear it for this year's Champ and Rodeo Queen. What'cha gonna do with that filly, Chuck?" There was only one answer of course. The crowd began to chant. "Fuck her, Chuck!"

The champ signaled his appreciation of the crowd's response and released Billie Jo from the hogtie and the leg loop. He lifted her up onto her knees and whispered to her. "Nothing agin dem knockers of yourn, Ma'm, but I'm gay so I'ma just gonna think of you as one of the boys in the bunkhouse and fuck up your ass." Well, I wasn't surprised by that.

So sure, why not, I thought as he bent my head back down to the ground. He yanked the plug out and that made me squirm my butt and the crowd roared. But he also nicely pulled the rope from my pussy. Then I felt him push up against my still open anus. I'd been fucked there before but not in front of two thousand people. And as he stuck himself in my breasts and chin pushed against the dirt. He spanked my cheeks a couple of times. I saw the feet of the two clowns passing around me, obviously I was been filmed again. Maybe they'd give me a copy after the show. Then the champ pulled out and I felt his liquid on my ass, and even some into my hair.

It was of course now for me to kiss the champ and I was helped up by the clowns and kissed, or rather licked his cock. The champ zipped his pants and remounted his horse. I was hefted up onto the saddle with the horn against my belly as he rode a victory lap around the ring, showing my ass off to the crowd who alternately cheered. Some lunkhead tried to reach over and pour his beer into me but he fell into the ring.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, another hand for the top Rodeo Champ and Queen. Thank you for coming this year, see you next year when we'll have dueling rodeo queens!"

Just great. Now I'd have to defend the damn tiara crown one of the clowns plopped back on my head as I bounced on the saddle before being dropped onto my ass in front of the chute I'd been released from. Two smelly cowboys came over and lifted me and guided me into the dressing room. I was untied and given a pair of cut offs and a T-shirt with an advertisement for the rodeo on it. I found my high heels but was too sore to walk with them on.

The two cowboys had waited outside. "May we escort you over to the steakhouse for dinner, Ma'm?"

Sure, why not. "They have cold beer there?" I asked. They assured me it was the coldest in the state.

I recognized one of them. "You drove the flatbed in the parade." He nodded. "You both expecting to fuck me after dinner?" They nodded. "Tie me to the flatbed I suppose." They looked at each other then me with very warm smiles. Sure, why not, I was beginning to like this town.