Lindsey's Riding Lesson (MMMMM/F)

[Dr TickleNapper]

Lindsey had always dreamed of riding horses. Growing up in the suburbs, the closest she’d ever come to one was at a county fair where a bored pony plodded in circles. But now, she was staying at her aunt’s ranch in the heart of Texas for the summer—a perfect chance to finally make her dream come true.
The ranch was sprawling, its fields stretching to meet the horizon. Lindsey’s days were filled with helping her aunt with small chores and exploring the area. One sunny morning, as she sat on the porch, a folded note arrived. It was from a neighboring ranch owned by the McAllister brothers, well-known for their skilled horsemanship.
“Lindsey,” the note read in neat handwriting, “We’ve heard you’re interested in learning how to ride. Meet us tomorrow at noon for a special beginner’s lesson. Wear something light and comfortable—short denim skirt, cowgirl boots, and a halter tank top with a plaid shirt over it. You’ll need to move freely for this first session.”
Excitement surged through Lindsey as she read the note. She spent the rest of the day preparing for her big moment, carefully picking out the suggested outfit. The next morning, she slipped into the short denim skirt, paired it with her favorite boots, and pulled on the halter tank top. She tied the plaid shirt loosely around her waist, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation.
At noon, the sun blazed overhead as Lindsey arrived at the McAllister ranch. The brothers were waiting by the barn, their grins wide as they greeted her. They looked every bit the part of rugged ranchers, hats tilted low and boots caked in dirt.
“Ready to get started?” one of them asked, his smile a little too mischievous.
“Absolutely,” Lindsey replied, brushing her hair back confidently. She had no idea what awaited her—an afternoon of laughter, perhaps at her own expense.
The McAllister brothers saddled up their horses, and Lindsey was guided to a sleek mare named Bella. Her heart raced as she climbed into the saddle, her legs swinging up with practiced grace. The denim skirt, though comfortable in the summer heat, rode high as she adjusted herself, exposing more of her sun-kissed legs. She noticed the brothers exchanging glances, but dismissed it as her imagination.
"Follow us," one of the brothers, Colt, said with a grin, his drawl thick. "We’re takin’ you somewhere special to get the full experience."
The group set out, Lindsey in the middle of the pack. Five other ranch hands had joined them, their easy laughter filling the air as the horses moved at a leisurely pace. She felt the eyes of the group on her occasionally, but she focused on the rhythm of Bella’s steps and the intoxicating scent of pine as they rode deeper into the woods.
The trail became narrower, the towering trees forming a natural canopy overhead. Lindsey felt a sense of adventure as the group led her into uncharted territory. After what felt like an hour, they emerged into a small clearing. In its center stood a weathered barn, its red paint faded but sturdy. It looked like something out of an old Western movie.
“Here we are,” Colt announced, swinging off his horse and tying it to a post. “This is where the magic happens.”
“The magic?” Lindsey echoed, sliding off Bella with a little help. Her boots hit the ground with a soft thud.
“Yep,” another rancher chimed in, his grin playful. “This barn’s got everything you need to really learn the ropes.”
She followed them inside, her curiosity piqued. The interior was dimly lit, with rays of sunlight filtering through cracks in the wooden walls. As her eyes adjusted, she noticed the setup: ropes hung from beams, straps dangled from the ceiling, and padded benches were arranged throughout. The air smelled of leather and hay.
“What… is all this?” Lindsey asked, her voice tinged with both awe and unease.
“It’s part of your training,” Colt replied, his tone casual. “Sometimes, a rider’s gotta trust their horse and their instructors completely.”
Lindsey perched on a wooden bench, stretching her legs out for a moment. The group seemed to watch her intently, their smiles growing as she swung her boots idly. The denim skirt slid a bit higher, and she noticed the brothers exchanging glances again, but before she could ask, Colt clapped his hands.
“Alright, let’s get started,” he said. “First lesson’s about balance and… resilience.”
Lindsey hesitated. Something about their tone was playful, but she couldn’t quite shake the feeling that she was missing something. Still, her excitement about learning to ride overshadowed her doubt. For now.
Lindsey felt a twinge of hesitation as Colt and the others began to move around the barn with purpose, preparing for what they called her "special training." One of the brothers led Bella out of the barn, leaving her standing in the open space with the rest of the group. The ropes and straps dangling from the ceiling swayed slightly in the breeze filtering through the barn's wide doors, giving the whole scene an oddly theatrical air.
"Alright, Lindsey," Colt said, walking toward her with an easy swagger. "The first thing about horseback riding is trust. Trust in your instructors and in the horse. Out here, the unexpected happens all the time. You gotta stay calm and go with the flow."
"That makes sense," Lindsey said, nodding. She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and glanced down, fidgeting with the hem of her plaid shirt. "So, what do I need to do?"
“Good question,” Colt said, his grin widening. “First, we’re gonna work on your posture and balance.”
Two of the ranch hands moved toward her, pulling a wide leather strap from one of the walls. It looked sturdy, with soft padding on the inside. Lindsey raised an eyebrow, feeling a small knot of suspicion in her stomach.
“What’s that for?” she asked.
“Oh, just a little tool to help keep you steady,” Colt replied smoothly. “Don’t worry—it’s all part of the lesson.”
Before she could ask more questions, they gently but firmly guided her to the center of the barn. Another strap was secured to a low-hanging rope. Lindsey laughed nervously as they positioned her arms, holding them lightly above her head.
“This is starting to feel like a weird yoga class,” she joked, trying to shake off the odd tension. Her nervous chuckle echoed in the barn, but none of the men responded. Instead, they stepped back, their eyes fixed on her.
Her short denim skirt shifted as she adjusted her stance, her legs catching the filtered sunlight. One of the ranchers whistled under his breath, earning him a quick elbow from Colt. Lindsey noticed but chose to ignore it, deciding they were just being their usual playful selves.
“Alright, Lindsey,” Colt said, his voice calm but tinged with amusement. “This next part might tickle a little.”
“Tickle?” she repeated, her tone incredulous. “What does that have to do with riding a horse?”
“You’ll see,” Colt replied with a wink.
Before she could protest, one of the ranchers reached toward her ankle and gave her leg a quick, feather-light brush with his fingers. Lindsey yelped and jumped, her laughter spilling out before she could stop it.
“Hey! What are you—”
“Lesson number one,” Colt interrupted, grinning as he stepped closer. “When you’re on a horse, you’ve gotta stay focused. No matter what distractions come your way.”
The rest of the group joined in, each of them finding a spot to tickle—her knees, the back of her thighs, even her sides where her tank top had ridden up slightly. Lindsey’s protests dissolved into uncontrollable laughter as the barn filled with her giggles.
“Okay, okay, I get it!” she managed to gasp between fits of laughter. “You’ve made your point!”
But the group wasn’t letting up so easily. They seemed to be having as much fun as she was flustered, their laughter mingling with hers.
Eventually, Colt raised his hand, signaling the others to stop. Lindsey leaned against the straps, catching her breath, her cheeks flushed from laughter.
“That,” Colt said, his tone suddenly sincere, “is what we call breaking in a new rider. Don’t take it personal, Lindsey—it’s just our way of welcoming you to the ranch.”
She gave him a mock glare, still smiling. “You could’ve warned me.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” he replied, tipping his hat.
Lindsey leaned heavily against the straps, trying to catch her breath. The laughter still bubbled up sporadically as the ranchers stood around her, their grins wide with satisfaction. She shifted her weight, only to realize that the straps holding her arms above her head didn’t give her much room to move.
“Okay, very funny,” she said, her tone still lighthearted. “Now let me out of these so we can get back to the actual lesson.”
“Not quite yet,” Colt replied, his grin turning mischievous again. “We’re just getting started.”
“What?” Lindsey’s smile faltered, and she glanced down as two of the ranch hands knelt by her feet. Before she could protest, they slipped sturdy leather straps over her boots, securing them firmly to the barn floor a few feet apart.
“Hey, wait a second!” she exclaimed, tugging against the restraints on her wrists. “What are you doing?”
“It’s all part of the lesson,” Colt said smoothly, his voice laced with mock innocence. “Balance, resilience, and… patience.”
“Patience for what?” Lindsey asked, her voice rising slightly as she tested the straps on her arms and legs. She was effectively immobilized, her arms stretched high above her head and her legs spread just enough to make her feel vulnerable.
The ranchers exchanged knowing looks, clearly enjoying her flustered state.
“You’ve got the trust part down,” Colt said, circling her slowly, his boots clicking softly against the barn floor. “Now, we’re gonna work on something a little different. Sometimes, when you’re riding, things don’t go as planned. You’ve gotta stay calm and learn to adapt.”
Lindsey narrowed her eyes at him. “This doesn’t feel like a riding lesson.”
“Oh, it is,” Colt assured her. “Just… an unconventional one.”
The other ranchers chuckled, and Lindsey felt her cheeks flush. She tugged against the straps again, but they held firm. Her heart raced, a mix of indignation and nervous anticipation swirling in her chest.
“Alright, you’ve had your fun,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. “Now let me out of here.”
Colt tipped his hat, his grin widening. “We will. Eventually. For now, though, we’re gonna leave you to think about what you’ve learned.”
“Wait—what? You’re leaving me like this?” Lindsey’s voice pitched higher, her eyes widening.
“Only for a little while,” Colt said, his tone teasing but firm. “Consider it a test of your resilience.”
Before she could argue further, the ranchers began to file out of the barn, their laughter echoing in the enclosed space. Lindsey called after them, her voice bouncing off the walls as she tugged futilely at her restraints.
“Colt! Come on, this isn’t funny!” she yelled, but the sound of the barn doors creaking shut was her only answer.
Left alone, Lindsey exhaled sharply, her heart still racing. The barn was quiet now, save for the faint creak of the ropes and the distant chirping of birds outside. She glanced around, her mind racing as she tried to figure out how to free herself.
“Well,” she muttered to herself, a rueful smile tugging at her lips despite her predicament. “So much for an ordinary riding lesson.”
Several minutes later, the barn doors creaked open again, and the group of ranchers strolled back inside. Lindsey glared at them as best as she could, though her face was still flushed from a mix of frustration and embarrassment. Her denim skirt had shifted slightly as she had tried to wriggle free, making her feel even more exposed.
"Well, look at that," Colt said, smirking as he walked closer. "Still here, huh? Guess you didn’t pass the patience part of the lesson just yet."
“Let me out of this right now, Colt!” Lindsey demanded, her voice stern despite the clear fluster in her tone.
“Not so fast,” Colt replied, ignoring her protests. “There’s one more lesson we gotta get through today: toning and strengthening those thighs. It’s essential for riding.”
“Toning my thighs?” Lindsey repeated incredulously. “What are you even talking about?”
Colt chuckled and gestured to the group. “It’s simple. A rider’s legs are their strongest tool. To stay steady on a horse, you’ve gotta build strength and control in those muscles. And we’ve got just the technique for that.”
The ranchers gathered around, their grins mischievous as they crouched near Lindsey’s legs. She tugged against the straps again, her heart pounding.
“No way,” she said quickly, trying to pull her legs away, though the restraints held her firmly in place. “You’re not—”
Before she could finish, one of the ranchers lightly brushed his fingers along the back of her knee. The sudden, ticklish sensation shot through her like electricity, and she let out an uncontrollable burst of laughter.
“Stop it!” she gasped, her legs jerking reflexively against the straps. But the men didn’t stop—in fact, they only doubled down. Their fingers danced over her thighs, brushing the sensitive skin just above her knees and along the sides of her legs.
“See?” Colt said, his tone mockingly instructional. “Every time we do this, your muscles flex. That’s the kind of control you’ll need to stay steady in the saddle.”
Lindsey’s protests dissolved into uncontrollable giggles as they continued their “lesson.” The sensation was overwhelming, and she could feel her legs straining with each twitch and flex. Despite herself, she noticed the burn in her muscles, a testament to the workout her legs were getting—though she’d never admit that to them.
“Look at those legs go,” one of the ranchers teased, his tone admiring. “You’ve got some real athletic strength in there, Lindsey. No wonder you wanted to ride.”
She glared at him through her laughter, but her protests were lost in the cacophony of giggles and the men’s laughter. Her legs strained against the straps as they continued their playful torment, and her denim skirt shifted even more with each movement, making her cheeks flush.
“Alright, alright,” Colt finally said, raising his hands to call off the group. “I think that’s enough for now.”
The ranchers backed off, leaving Lindsey gasping for breath, her cheeks pink and her muscles tingling from the impromptu workout.
“Congratulations,” Colt said with a grin. “You just passed lesson two. Those thighs are gonna be in top shape in no time.”
Lindsey shot him a look that was equal parts mortified and furious. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Maybe,” he said with a shrug, “but you’re gonna be one heck of a rider when we’re done with you.”
Lindsey caught her breath, her face flushed from both laughter and indignation. The men’s grins lingered as they exchanged amused glances, clearly relishing her flustered state. She tugged at the straps again, testing them, but they didn’t budge.
“Alright, you’ve had your fun,” she said, narrowing her eyes at Colt. “Can we please move on to something normal, like actually riding a horse?”
Colt chuckled, shaking his head. “Hold your horses, Lindsey. Riding isn’t just about the legs. Your core plays a huge part too. You’ve gotta have a strong torso to keep your balance and handle the gait of the horse.”
Lindsey groaned, her frustration growing. “What does that mean, exactly?”
“It means it’s time for lesson three,” Colt replied, stepping closer with an exaggerated air of authority. “Strengthening your core.”
Her stomach sank as she saw two of the ranchers approach her sides, their fingers flexing in anticipation. She tugged against the straps again, but it was no use.
“Wait, wait, no—” she began, but her protest was cut short as their fingers darted to her sides, just below her ribs. The ticklish sensation shot through her like a lightning bolt, and she burst into uncontrollable laughter.
“Stop it!” she managed to gasp between fits of giggles, twisting as much as the straps would allow. “This isn’t—hahaha—fair!”
“Fair’s got nothin’ to do with it,” Colt said with a smirk. He joined the others, his fingers lightly tracing along her ribs and down to her waist. “You’re gonna thank us for this when you’re ridin’ like a pro.”
Lindsey’s torso jerked involuntarily as they continued their “lesson,” their fingers exploring every ticklish spot they could find. They focused on her sides, her ribs, and even her stomach, their teasing touches relentless. Her laughter echoed in the barn, blending with the men’s good-natured chuckles.
“You’re doin’ great,” one of the ranchers teased, his voice barely audible over her giggles. “This is some solid core work right here.”
Despite herself, Lindsey could feel her abdominal muscles working overtime as she twisted and laughed. It was an intense workout, though she was too busy laughing to fully appreciate it.
“Alright, let’s give her a break,” Colt finally said, signaling the others to step back. Lindsey slumped slightly against the straps, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.
“You’re tougher than you look,” Colt said, his tone almost admiring. “Most folks wouldn’t last that long.”
“Gee, thanks,” Lindsey muttered, glaring at him. “Can you let me down now, or is there another ‘lesson’ you’re planning?”
Colt grinned, tipping his hat. “Maybe one more. But we’ll give you a minute to recover first.”
Lindsey groaned, her frustration battling with the tiniest hint of amusement. Despite everything, a part of her couldn’t deny that she’d never forget this bizarre, laughter-filled day at the ranch.
Lindsey barely had a moment to catch her breath before Colt stepped back in front of her, his grin as infuriatingly mischievous as ever. She could feel her muscles still tingling from the tickling assault, and the straps holding her arms and legs made her feel entirely too vulnerable.
“Alright, Lindsey,” Colt drawled, his voice filled with exaggerated patience. “We’ve worked on your legs and given your core a good start, but now it’s time to really put it all together. Coordination between your torso and legs is key to staying in rhythm with a horse’s gait.”
She groaned, pulling futilely against the straps. “Are you seriously telling me you’re not done yet?”
“Of course not,” Colt replied, his smirk widening. “You’ve got a lot of potential, and we’re gonna make sure you’re ready for anything.”
With that, the other ranchers moved in again, this time dividing their attention between her legs and her torso. Lindsey’s eyes widened in realization.
“Wait—no, no, no—” she began, but her protests dissolved into another torrent of laughter as the men’s fingers returned to her thighs, sides, and stomach all at once. The combined sensations were overwhelming, and she couldn’t stop herself from twisting and squirming against the restraints.
Her legs reflexively flexed and twitched as the men lightly tickled the backs of her knees, the tops of her thighs, and even the sensitive spots near her hips where her denim skirt had shifted. Her stomach muscles tightened and contracted as their fingers danced across her sides and ribs, the tickling both maddening and oddly exhilarating.
“See? This is what we’re talking about,” Colt said over the sound of her laughter. “Your legs are working, your core’s engaged—it’s the perfect riding workout.”
“Y-you’re—hahaha—c-crazy!” Lindsey managed to gasp, tears of laughter streaming down her cheeks.
The ranchers didn’t let up, their teasing relentless. Every time she thought she might get a moment of reprieve, one of them found a new ticklish spot that sent her into fresh peals of laughter. Her muscles were on fire from the exertion, and she could feel her body straining against the straps as she fought to keep up with the sensations.
“Look at those legs go,” one of the ranchers teased, his tone lighthearted. “You’re gonna be the strongest rider this ranch has ever seen.”
“And that core’s gettin’ solid too,” another added with a chuckle. “We’re doin’ you a favor, Lindsey.”
She glared at them through her laughter, though the effect was ruined by the fact that she couldn’t stop giggling. Despite her frustration, she couldn’t deny that her body was working harder than it ever had before. It was a bizarre, unorthodox workout, but it was definitely effective.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Colt raised his hands. “Alright, boys, that’s enough for now. Don’t want her completely worn out before she even gets on a horse.”
The men stepped back, their grins wide as they watched Lindsey slump slightly in her restraints, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Her legs trembled slightly from the exertion, and her torso ached from the unrelenting tickling.
“You’re tougher than I thought,” Colt said, his tone almost admiring. “Most folks would’ve tapped out by now.”
Lindsey shot him a look that was equal parts exhausted and exasperated. “You… are… the worst.”
He chuckled, tipping his hat. “Maybe, but you’re gonna thank me when you’re ridin’ like a pro.”
“Don’t count on it,” she muttered, though her cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment hidden in his teasing words.
As Lindsey caught her breath, she became keenly aware of how exposed she felt. The combination of being strapped in place, the relentless squirming, and the way her denim skirt had shifted during all the bucking and twisting left her feeling self-conscious. She tried to adjust herself, but the restraints on her arms and legs made it impossible to do more than wiggle in place.
The ranchers exchanged glances, their smiles widening as they noticed how her movements had left her skirt riding high, revealing most of her toned thighs and even teasing glimpses of the curve of her cheeks. The faint flush that had already colored Lindsey’s face deepened as she caught Colt’s eyes lingering for a moment too long.
“You’re puttin’ in some real work there, Lindsey,” Colt said, his voice just a touch more casual than before. “Looks like all that squirming’s paying off. Those legs are lookin’ stronger by the second.”
One of the ranch hands chuckled, nudging Colt with his elbow. “Yeah, and not just strong—athletic, too. Bet she could give us a run for our money in a sprint.”
Lindsey glared at them, her face burning. “If you’d let me out of these straps, I’d do more than run—I’d chase you down for this ridiculous ‘lesson.’”
The men laughed, clearly unfazed by her threat. Another rancher, leaning casually against a nearby beam, added, “Guess this means she’s got the endurance part down too. Didn’t think someone who’d never ridden before could handle this much action.”
“Yeah, but we’ve still got some work to do on that control,” Colt quipped, his grin mischievous. “She’s got the buckin’ part down, but a good rider’s gotta stay steady in the saddle. That’s our next focus.”
Lindsey groaned, her cheeks hot from both embarrassment and frustration. She could feel the eyes of the group on her, and while their teasing wasn’t mean-spirited, the way they kept looking at her legs and the curve of her hips made her want to squirm all over again—though for entirely different reasons.
“Alright, that’s enough gawkin’,” Colt finally said, clapping his hands to break the moment. “Let’s get back to work. We’ve still got a lesson to finish.”
“Work?” Lindsey exclaimed, tugging at the straps. “I think I’ve had enough ‘work’ for one day!”
“Oh, not yet,” Colt replied, his smirk returning. “You’ve done great so far, but we can’t leave a lesson half-finished. That’d be unprofessional.”
The other ranchers laughed, and Lindsey let out a resigned groan. It was clear they weren’t done with her yet.
Colt stepped forward, his grin as wide as ever, but his tone carried an air of authority that made Lindsey pause.
"Alright, Lindsey," he began, crossing his arms as he leaned casually against a wooden post. "You’ve passed the first few lessons—barely. But there’s one more skill every good rider needs to learn: creativity."
“Creativity?” Lindsey repeated, still struggling against the straps. “What does that have to do with riding?”
“It’s not just about riding,” Colt replied smoothly. “Out here on the range, anything can happen. Maybe your horse spooks and runs off. Maybe you get caught in a storm or lose your way. If you don’t think on your feet and figure out how to get yourself out of a tight spot, you’re in trouble.”
Lindsey raised an eyebrow, still skeptical. “And how exactly are you planning to teach me that?”
Colt’s grin turned devilish, and the other ranchers exchanged amused looks. “Simple,” he said. “We’re gonna give you a five-minute head start. You’ll run, hide, and try to outsmart us. If we find you, you’ll have to come back to the barn for another round of lessons. If you can stay hidden for, let’s say, twenty minutes, you’re free for the rest of the day.”
Lindsey’s mouth fell open, and she stared at him in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me. There’s nothing to hide behind out here—it’s all open fields and a few scattered trees!”
“Exactly,” Colt said, his tone teasing. “That’s where the creativity comes in.”
The other ranchers laughed, and one of them added, “Don’t worry, Lindsey. We’re not gonna make it easy for you, but we won’t make it impossible either. Just… try your best.”
Lindsey glared at them, her cheeks flushing with a mix of frustration and determination. “Fine,” she said through gritted teeth. “Let me down, and I’ll show you just how creative I can be.”
Colt nodded to one of the ranch hands, who loosened the straps holding her wrists and boots. As soon as she was free, Lindsey stepped back, rubbing her wrists and adjusting her skirt. She fixed Colt with a determined glare.
“Five minutes,” he said, glancing at the large clock on the barn wall. “Starting now.”
Lindsey didn’t waste a second. She bolted out of the barn, her boots kicking up dust as she ran toward the open range. Her heart pounded as she scanned the landscape for any possible hiding spots. The fields stretched endlessly in all directions, broken only by a few scattered trees, clusters of rocks, and the occasional low bush.
“This is ridiculous,” she muttered under her breath as she sprinted toward a small grove of trees in the distance. “How am I supposed to hide from six of them out here?”
She reached the trees and crouched behind one, trying to catch her breath. The sun was high in the sky, casting harsh shadows that didn’t offer much cover. She knew she had to think fast—five minutes wasn’t a lot of time.
Looking around, she spotted a shallow ditch near the edge of the grove. It wasn’t much, but it might give her a chance to stay out of sight. She scrambled over to it and slid down, pressing herself flat against the ground.
Her mind raced as she tried to come up with a plan. If they found her too quickly, she’d be dragged back to the barn for another round of “lessons,” and her pride wasn’t about to let that happen.
Back at the barn, Colt checked his watch and called out, “Alright, boys. Time to hunt.”
The men mounted their horses, their laughter echoing as they rode out in different directions. The game was on.
Lindsey crouched low in the ditch, her heart pounding in her chest. The sun beat down relentlessly, and the faint rustle of leaves was the only sound besides her heavy breathing. She wiped her forehead, trying to stay calm. The grove of trees wasn’t the best hiding spot, but it was the closest she could find.
She peered out from her hiding spot, scanning the horizon for any sign of the ranchers. Her eyes narrowed when she saw movement in the distance—figures on horseback, silhouetted against the bright sky. The ranchers had spread out, their laughter carrying faintly on the wind. Lindsey noticed something else that made her stomach drop: one of the men was holding binoculars.
“Are you kidding me?” she muttered under her breath. “That’s not fair!”
She pressed herself further into the ditch, hoping the shadows would conceal her. Her mind raced. They had a clear advantage, and it wasn’t just the binoculars. The men were on horseback, making them faster and giving them a better vantage point. Worse, she noticed the ropes dangling from their saddles—lassos. They were playing their game to the fullest, and she was their target.
“Think, Lindsey,” she whispered to herself, glancing around for any other options. The grove of trees offered some cover, but it wouldn’t hold up under close scrutiny. The ditch was shallow, and if they rode past, they’d see her instantly.
A faint whistle echoed across the range, followed by Colt’s voice. “Come out, Lindsey! You’re only makin’ it harder on yourself.”
She clenched her teeth, her determination flaring. “Not a chance,” she muttered.
Keeping low, she crawled along the ditch, trying to move further away from where she’d first hidden. Her boots scuffed against the dry earth, and she winced at the noise, hoping it wasn’t loud enough to give her away. She peeked up again, just in time to see one of the ranchers raise the binoculars.
“Found her!” a voice called out, followed by a triumphant laugh.
Lindsey’s heart sank. She pushed herself up and sprinted out of the ditch, heading toward the open field. She had no idea where she was going—there wasn’t much to work with—but she wasn’t about to let them catch her without a fight.
The sound of hooves grew louder behind her, and she risked a glance over her shoulder. Two of the ranchers were galloping toward her, their lassos spinning lazily in the air. The sight made her blood run cold.
“Oh, come on!” she shouted, pushing herself to run faster. Her skirt fluttered in the breeze, and she could feel the muscles in her legs burning as she tried to put as much distance as possible between her and the approaching riders.
“Lindsey!” Colt’s voice called out, closer now. “You’re just makin’ it harder on yourself. Might as well give up!”
She ignored him, veering to the left in an attempt to throw them off. One of the riders followed her movement, the lasso swinging wide. She ducked just as it sailed past her, the rope grazing her shoulder before falling to the ground.
“Nice try!” she called out, her tone defiant despite her racing heart.
The riders laughed, and one of them urged his horse faster, closing the distance. Lindsey’s boots pounded against the dry earth as she ran, her mind racing for any kind of strategy. The grove was too far behind her, and the field ahead offered nothing but wide-open space.
“You’ve got nowhere to go, Lindsey!” Colt shouted. His voice was teasing, but she could hear the determination behind it.
She glanced back again and saw him swinging his lasso. Her stomach flipped as the rope sailed through the air, coming straight for her.
Lindsey’s heart raced as she darted through the open field, her boots kicking up clouds of dust. The sound of hooves thundered closer behind her, and she stole a quick glance over her shoulder. The sight made her stomach drop—four lassos were swinging through the air simultaneously, their loops widening as they aimed directly for her.
“Not good, not good!” she muttered, trying to zigzag to avoid them. She raised her arms instinctively, batting at the ropes as they closed in. The first lasso snagged her right wrist, tightening with a sudden pull that made her stumble. Before she could react, another lasso looped her left wrist, yanking it in the opposite direction.
“Let go of me!” she shouted, struggling against the ropes. Her defiance only made the ranchers laugh, their horses circling her like predators around prey.
Focused on freeing her wrists, Lindsey didn’t notice the two other lassos that had landed on the ground around her. As she took an unsteady step back, her boots unknowingly slid into the loops. With a swift tug, the ropes tightened around her ankles, pulling her feet out from under her.
She yelped as she fell, landing unceremoniously on the dusty ground. The lassos around her wrists and ankles pulled taut, leaving her sprawled out and unable to move. The ranchers dismounted their horses and approached her, ropes in hand and grins plastered across their faces.
“Looks like we’ve got ourselves a proper catch,” Colt said, tipping his hat as he stood over her.
Lindsey glared at him, her cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. “You guys are ridiculous! Let me go!”
“Not so fast,” Colt replied, crouching beside her as the others began driving wooden stakes into the ground. “You’re the one who wanted to learn how to handle tough situations out here on the range. Consider this part of the lesson.”
The men worked quickly, securing the ends of the ropes to the stakes. Lindsey struggled, but her wrists and ankles were firmly tied, leaving her spread out on the ground. Her denim skirt had ridden up slightly during the fall, and she squirmed uncomfortably as the men stepped back to admire their handiwork.
“She’s a fighter, I’ll give her that,” one of the ranchers said, chuckling as he adjusted his hat. “Not many would’ve lasted this long.”
“Yeah,” another agreed, his eyes lingering for a moment on Lindsey’s toned legs before he added, “but we’ve got her good now. No way she’s gettin’ out of this one.”
Lindsey shot them a fiery glare. “You’re all going to regret this when I get free.”
“Maybe,” Colt said with a smirk, leaning on one of the stakes. “But for now, I think you’re exactly where you need to be. And if nothing else, you’re sure learnin’ how to stay calm under pressure.”
The group laughed, clearly enjoying themselves as Lindsey huffed in frustration. She tugged at the ropes again, testing their strength, but it was no use. For now, she was well and truly trapped.
Lindsey lay on the ground, her arms and legs stretched out and tied securely to the stakes. Dust swirled in the warm breeze, and the sun cast long shadows over the clearing. She tugged at the ropes again, but they didn’t budge. Her chest rose and fell as she caught her breath, her frustration mounting with each passing second.
The ranchers circled her, their boots crunching softly against the dirt. Colt crouched down beside her, his grin as infuriating as ever.
“Alright, Lindsey,” he said, his tone smooth but teasing. “Here’s the deal. We’re gonna give you a chance to learn how to think creatively, just like we said. You’re tied up, sure, but that doesn’t mean you’re helpless. A good rider—and a good rancher—can find a way out of any situation.”
She glared at him. “This doesn’t feel like a lesson. It feels like you’re just messing with me.”
Colt chuckled. “Maybe a little of both. But trust me, you’ll thank us later.”
Before she could retort, two of the ranchers knelt beside her, each taking hold of one of her arms. Two more moved to her legs, positioning themselves at her ankles. Lindsey’s eyes widened as she realized what they were about to do.
“No, no, no—don’t you dare!” she exclaimed, tugging at the ropes.
Her protests were cut short as their fingers began to gently dance across her exposed skin. The men at her arms traced light patterns along the insides of her wrists and the sensitive hollows beneath her arms. The ranchers at her legs focused on her thighs, the tops of her knees, and even her calves, their touches feather-light and maddening.
Lindsey burst into uncontrollable laughter, her body jerking reflexively against the restraints. The ropes held her firmly in place, leaving her entirely at their mercy.
“Stop it! Hahaha! This isn’t fair!” she managed to gasp, her voice breaking into giggles.
“Life out here isn’t always fair,” Colt said with a smirk, watching her squirm. “But you’ve gotta learn to keep your wits about you, even when things get tough.”
The ranchers’ teasing fingers continued their relentless exploration, finding every ticklish spot they could. Lindsey’s skirt had ridden up during the struggle, leaving more of her thighs exposed to their gentle torment. Her halter top had shifted as well, revealing the soft skin of her sides and stomach, which quickly became new targets for their tickling.
“You’re doin’ great,” one of the ranchers teased, his tone light and playful. “But if you want this to stop, you’ve gotta figure out a way to get free.”
Through her laughter, Lindsey glared at him. “I—I can’t—hahaha!—think like this!”
“That’s the point,” Colt said, leaning on one of the stakes as he watched. “Sometimes, you’ve gotta push through the distractions and figure it out. You’ve got five minutes to come up with a plan, or we might just keep goin’.”
Lindsey writhed against the ropes, her laughter echoing across the clearing. She had never felt more helpless—or more determined. Somehow, she would find a way out of this… if she could stop laughing long enough to think.
Lindsey’s laughter finally subsided as the ranchers stepped back, giving her a moment to catch her breath. Her muscles ached from the exertion of struggling against the tickling, and her cheeks were flushed a deep red—not just from the effort but from the sheer indignity of it all. She tugged at the ropes again, but they remained firmly secured to the stakes.
"Alright, alright," Colt said, raising his hands with a smirk. "You’ve had a rough start, but you’re learnin’, Lindsey. I’ll give you credit for tryin’ to keep up.”
“Trying to keep up?” Lindsey shot back, her voice breathless but fiery. “You tied me up and tortured me with your ridiculous games. How is that teaching me anything?”
Colt chuckled, glancing at the other ranchers, who were grinning like they’d just pulled off the prank of the century. “Well, if you think this was tough, you’re not gonna like the next lesson.”
Lindsey’s eyes widened. “The next lesson? Are you kidding me? I thought we were done.”
“Not quite,” Colt said, crouching down beside her. “We’ve got one more thing to teach you today, and it’s a real important one.”
He gestured to one of the ranchers, who began coiling a length of rope in his hands. Lindsey’s heart sank as realization dawned on her.
“Oh, no,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “Whatever you’re planning, the answer is no. Absolutely not.”
“Now, now,” Colt drawled, standing up and dusting off his jeans. “This one’s all about technique. Out here on the ranch, you never know when you’ll need to tie something down—maybe a calf, maybe some equipment. But you can’t teach someone how to tie properly without a demonstration.”
“You’re not serious,” Lindsey said, glaring at him as the other ranchers began untying the stakes that held her down. “You’re actually going to hogtie me?”
“It’s the quickest way to learn,” Colt said with a shrug. “And don’t worry—we’ll make sure you’re nice and comfortable.”
“Comfortable?!” Lindsey’s voice rose in indignation as they pulled her to her feet. Her legs were unsteady after all the struggling, and she barely managed to stand before two ranchers guided her down to her knees.
She squirmed as they began their work, looping the rope expertly around her wrists and pulling them behind her back. Another length of rope was secured around her ankles, drawing them together as tightly as the ropes on a freshly caught calf. Finally, they connected the two sets of bindings, arching her back slightly as they tied everything into place.
“There we go,” one of the ranchers said, stepping back to admire their handiwork. “Good and snug, just like a calf.”
Lindsey wriggled against the ropes, testing their strength. They held firm, leaving her completely immobilized. Her denim skirt shifted as she moved, revealing more of her legs than she would have liked, and her cheeks flushed as she realized how helpless she looked.
“Alright, Lindsey,” Colt said, crouching in front of her with a grin. “This is your final lesson for the day. If you can figure out how to get free, you’ve officially passed.”
“And if I can’t?” she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Well,” Colt said, standing up and tipping his hat, “then you’ll just have to wait until one of us decides to untie you. Could be a few minutes… or a few hours.”
The group burst into laughter as Lindsey glared at them, tugging futilely at the ropes. Her frustration was palpable, but beneath it was a flicker of determination. If they thought she was going to stay tied up and helpless, they had another thing coming.
As Lindsey squirmed against the ropes, she became acutely aware of how snugly they had tied her. Her wrists were bound behind her back, and her ankles were not just tied together—they were cross-tied, with one rope looped between them in such a way that any movement pulled them tighter. She tested it cautiously, trying to shift her legs for even a little comfort, but the moment she moved, the ropes constricted further, locking her ankles even closer together.
Her face flushed with heat as she realized the implications. Any attempt to wriggle free would not only be futile but might make her predicament even more awkward. Her denim skirt had already shifted uncomfortably, exposing more of her legs than she would have liked. She tried to adjust her position slightly, but the ropes held her firmly in place.
"This is so ridiculous," she muttered under her breath, glancing up at the ranchers who were standing nearby, chatting and laughing as if this were just another day on the ranch.
Her thoughts raced. Why did I even agree to this? What kind of ‘lesson’ is this supposed to be? She glanced down at the ropes around her legs, noting how neatly they’d been tied. They’re showing off their skills, that’s what this is. They’re just having fun at my expense.
Despite her irritation, she couldn’t deny the craftsmanship of the knots. The ropes were tight but not painful, their placement deliberate and precise. It was almost impressive—almost.
“Alright, Lindsey,” Colt’s voice broke through her thoughts, drawing her attention. He crouched down in front of her, his grin as infuriatingly cocky as ever. “What’s the plan? You gonna figure a way out of this, or are you just gonna sit there all day?”
Lindsey glared at him, but her mind was spinning. If I try to move too much, they’ll just laugh at me more. But if I don’t try, I’ll never hear the end of it.
Her gaze flicked to the other ranchers, who were leaning against the fence posts, watching her with amusement. One of them gave her an encouraging nod, though his smirk undermined the gesture. She could feel their eyes on her, taking in her every movement—or lack thereof.
Great. Not only am I stuck like this, but now they’re all just standing around, waiting for me to embarrass myself.
She let out a frustrated sigh, trying to gather her composure. “You know,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “if you were real gentlemen, you’d untie me and actually teach me something useful.”
Colt chuckled, shaking his head. “You are learnin’, Lindsey. Patience, creativity, and maybe even a little humility.”
“Humility?” she repeated, her eyes narrowing. “Oh, just wait until I get out of this. You’ll see who needs a lesson in humility.”
The ranchers laughed, clearly unfazed by her threat. Lindsey tugged at the ropes again, testing their strength. Her movements were minimal—she wasn’t about to give them the satisfaction of watching her struggle too much—but her mind was racing, trying to come up with a plan that wouldn’t leave her even more embarrassed.
They think they’ve won, she thought, her determination flaring. But this isn’t over yet.
Lindsey groaned as she struggled against the ropes, her wrists and ankles bound so tightly that even the smallest movements seemed to pull her further into the trap. Her legs, helplessly pinned together by the precise cross-ties, twitched involuntarily as she attempted to adjust her position. Every slight motion reminded her of just how thoroughly the ranchers had immobilized her.
The men stood nearby, watching her efforts with bemused expressions. One of them leaned casually against the fence, tipping his hat back to shield his face from the sun, while another rested a boot on one of the stakes used to secure her. Their laughter was lighthearted, but to Lindsey, it was maddening.
“You might as well save your strength, Lindsey,” Colt drawled, crouching beside her once more. “Those knots aren’t comin’ loose unless we want ’em to.”
She glared at him, though her flushed face and disheveled appearance made her attempts at intimidation less effective. “This isn’t funny, Colt. Untie me, or—”
“Or what?” he interrupted, his grin widening. “You’re not exactly in a position to make threats.”
The other ranchers chuckled at his remark, and Lindsey’s cheeks burned even hotter. She tugged at the ropes again, her legs shifting slightly in their bindings, but the cross-tie made even that small movement feel awkward and futile.
“You know,” one of the ranchers said, stepping closer and crouching near her legs, “strugglin’ like that is only gonna make it worse. But since you’re already havin’ trouble stayin’ still, maybe we oughta help you burn off some of that extra energy.”
Lindsey’s eyes widened as she realized what he meant. “Don’t you dare—”
Before she could finish her sentence, his fingers darted out to lightly brush against the back of her knee. The touch sent a shockwave of ticklish energy through her, and she couldn’t stop the burst of laughter that followed.
“Stop it!” she managed to gasp between giggles, her legs jerking reflexively against the ropes. The cross-tie held firm, preventing her from pulling her feet away.
“Oh, come on now,” Colt said with mock seriousness, moving to kneel near her side. “You’ve been holdin’ up pretty well so far. Let’s see if you can handle a little more.”
As if on cue, the other ranchers joined in. One of them knelt at her other leg, his fingers dancing lightly along the sensitive skin of her thigh. Another moved to her side, where he began tracing gentle patterns just above her waistline. Lindsey’s laughter echoed across the clearing, uncontrollable and relentless.
“Quit it! Hahaha—stop! I can’t—hahaha—take it!” she cried, twisting helplessly against the ropes.
Her struggles only seemed to encourage them further. The ranchers were careful to keep their touches light, focusing on her most ticklish spots—the backs of her knees, the tops of her thighs, her ribs, and even the sensitive hollows near her waist. Each new sensation sent her into fresh peals of laughter, and she writhed futilely against the bonds that held her in place.
“You’re puttin’ up a good fight,” one of them said with a chuckle, his fingers teasing the soft skin just above her knee. “But I think we’ve still got a few lessons to go.”
Lindsey glared at him through her laughter, though the effect was ruined by her flushed cheeks and the tears of mirth streaming down her face. She could barely form a coherent thought amidst the overwhelming sensations, but one thing was clear: this was a lesson she would never forget.
Lindsey’s laughter grew louder and more desperate as the ranchers focused their attention on her thighs, their fingers moving with an infuriating mix of precision and lightness. The sensitive skin on the tops of her thighs, the backs just above her knees, and even the outer sides where her muscles twitched involuntarily—all became prime targets for their relentless tickling.
“Stop—please! Hahaha—no more!” she pleaded, her voice breaking between uncontrollable giggles.
But they didn’t stop. Instead, they seemed to delight in the way her legs reacted, bound as they were. The cross-tie ropes ensured that even the smallest twitch from her sent ripples of movement through her thighs, pulling the bindings taut and leaving her no way to escape their touch.
“Looks like we’ve found the spot,” Colt said with a smirk, his fingers trailing lightly along the sensitive flesh just above her knees. “You’re dancin’ pretty good for someone who’s tied up.”
Indeed, Lindsey’s movements were frantic, almost rhythmic. Her bound legs jerked and flexed as she tried to twist away from the tickling sensations, making her appear as though she were performing some kind of exaggerated, helpless dance. Her muscles strained and contracted with every flick of their fingers, the sensitivity in her thighs growing more intense with each passing moment.
“Her legs are gettin’ real lively,” one of the ranchers teased, his fingers tracing circles on the outer side of her thigh. “Bet she didn’t know she could move like that.”
Another chimed in, his hands deftly switching between her knees and the tops of her thighs. “Must be all that energy she’s got pent up. We’re just helpin’ her work it out.”
Lindsey could hardly think, let alone form a response. The tickling sensations overwhelmed her, making her feel completely vulnerable. The exposure of her thighs—her denim skirt having shifted further during the struggle—only added to her embarrassment. The relentless touches seemed to amplify her sensitivity, making her squirm and laugh even harder as her legs moved involuntarily in a futile attempt to escape.
“Hahaha—no more! Hahaha—I can’t!” she gasped, tears streaming down her face as she writhed against the ropes. Her thighs burned from the exertion, every flick and glide of their fingers sending electric shocks through her.
“Not bad,” Colt said, standing back for a moment to watch her squirm. “You’ve got some real spirit, Lindsey. Maybe we’ll make a proper ranch hand out of you yet.”
The ranchers laughed, their voices blending with her giggles as they continued their playful torment. Lindsey, completely at their mercy, could do nothing but endure it, her body reacting helplessly to every ticklish touch. Her thighs, now overly sensitive from the relentless tickling, twitched uncontrollably, making her movements even more exaggerated.
Through it all, one thought bubbled up in her mind: If I ever get out of this, I’m never letting them live it down.
Lindsey’s laughter had turned into a series of helpless giggles and gasps, her body exhausted from the relentless tickling. Her thighs felt hypersensitive now, every touch magnified by the growing soreness in her muscles. The ranchers seemed to notice this, their smirks widening as they shifted their focus to keep her on edge.
"She’s gettin’ tired," one of the ranchers commented, his fingers dancing along the backs of her knees. "Think we might’ve worn her out."
Colt crouched down next to her, resting his arms on his knees. “Nah, she’s still got some fight in her,” he said with a grin, watching as her legs twitched involuntarily. “Look at her go. Those thighs are practically beggin’ for more work.”
Lindsey tried to glare at him, but her expression was undermined by the uncontrollable laughter spilling out of her. “You’re—hahaha—unbelievable!” she managed to gasp, her voice hoarse from laughing so much.
The ranchers continued their gentle torment, their fingers finding new spots to tease along her thighs and sides. The way her legs jerked and twisted in the ropes made her feel utterly helpless, and the sensation of being so exposed only added to her embarrassment.
"See, this is what we call real teamwork," Colt said, gesturing to the others. "One of us keeps her laughing, another keeps her legs movin’, and we all learn a thing or two about how to handle a wild one."
“Wild one?!” Lindsey exclaimed between bursts of laughter, her face red from both exertion and indignation. “I’m not—hahaha—wild!”
“Could’ve fooled us,” one of the ranchers quipped, giving the sensitive skin just above her knee a light squeeze. “You’ve been buckin’ like a rodeo horse this whole time.”
The comment only made Lindsey squirm harder, her muscles tightening as she tried to pull away from their teasing fingers. The movement caused her skirt to ride up even further, exposing the tops of her thighs and making her all the more aware of how vulnerable she was.
“Alright, boys,” Colt finally said, raising a hand to signal the others. “Let’s give her a breather. Don’t want her passin’ out on us.”
The ranchers stepped back, leaving Lindsey lying in the dust, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her legs twitched involuntarily from the lingering sensations, and she glared up at them with as much defiance as she could muster.
“You… are all… the worst,” she said, her voice breathless but steady.
Colt chuckled, tipping his hat. “Maybe, but you’re learnin’ more today than you ever expected. And we’re not quite done yet.”
Lindsey’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Not done?! What else could you possibly teach me after this?”
“Let’s just say,” Colt said with a smirk, “the day’s not over until you figure out how to think your way out of a tight spot.”
As the ranchers laughed, Lindsey let out a groan, knowing she was in for an even longer day than she had imagined.
Lindsey lay sprawled on the dusty ground, her body still trembling slightly from the lingering sensations of their tickling. Her legs, bound tightly in the cross-tie, twitched reflexively with every small movement. Her thighs were hypersensitive now, every slight brush of air or shift of the ropes sending a jolt through her nerves. She felt as though the ranchers had mapped every ticklish spot on her body, leaving her completely at their mercy.
Her denim skirt had ridden up far higher than she was comfortable with, exposing the tops of her thighs and adding to her vulnerability. She squirmed slightly, trying to tug it down without the use of her hands, but the ropes held her firmly in place. Her flushed face and the way she bit her lip gave away her embarrassment, even as she tried to maintain her composure.
Colt crouched down beside her again, his smirk as infuriating as ever. “You’re lookin’ a little worn out there, Lindsey,” he teased, tipping his hat back. “Maybe we should call it a day.”
Lindsey glared at him, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Oh, really? You think I’m tired after being tied up, tickled, and humiliated for hours? What gave it away?”
The other ranchers chuckled, leaning casually against their horses or the fenceposts nearby. One of them crossed his arms and nodded toward her. “She’s tougher than most, though. Gotta give her credit for that.”
Colt nodded, his expression turning thoughtful. “That’s true. Most folks would’ve given up by now. But not Lindsey. She’s still got some fight left in her.”
“I wouldn’t call it ‘fight,’” Lindsey muttered, her voice low but sharp. “It’s more like ‘pure stubbornness.’ And you should be worried about what happens when I get free.”
“Noted,” Colt said with a grin. “But for now, you’re still stuck, and we’ve got one more thing to teach you.”
“Of course you do,” Lindsey said, rolling her eyes. She tried to shift her position again, but the ropes around her legs held her firmly, and her efforts only made her skirt shift further. She let out a frustrated sigh. “Alright, let’s hear it. What’s the next ridiculous lesson?”
Colt’s smirk widened as he stood up and gestured to the others. “Boys, let’s show her the importance of staying focused, no matter how distracted you might get.”
Her heart sank as the ranchers moved closer again, their expressions filled with playful intent. She knew exactly what they meant, and her voice rose in protest. “No, no, no! You’ve already done enough! Just untie me and—”
Her words dissolved into another fit of giggles as their fingers returned to her thighs and sides, the light, teasing touches reigniting the sensitivity they’d spent all afternoon cultivating. Her legs twitched helplessly in the ropes, and her laughter echoed across the clearing once more.
“You’ve gotta stay calm under pressure, Lindsey,” Colt said over her giggles, his tone mockingly serious. “Out here on the range, distractions can come from anywhere. If you can’t handle a little ticklin’, how are you gonna handle a runaway horse or a stampede?”
Lindsey could only laugh in response, her protests drowned out by the sheer intensity of the sensations. She twisted and squirmed, her flushed face betraying her mix of frustration and helpless amusement. She might have been bound and at their mercy, but in the back of her mind, she vowed that somehow, some way, she would turn the tables on them.
Lindsey lay on the ground, her chest heaving as she tried to regain her composure. Her face was red with a mix of exertion and embarrassment, and her legs still twitched involuntarily from the relentless tickling. She glared at Colt and the other ranchers, her frustration boiling over.
"Alright," Colt said, standing tall and stretching his shoulders, "I think she’s had enough for one day. Time to get her back to the barn."
“Finally!” Lindsey snapped, though her tone carried more exhaustion than defiance. “Now untie me and let’s go.”
Colt exchanged a glance with the other ranchers, his smirk widening. “Untie you? Oh, no, Lindsey. We’re not makin’ this easy on you. You’re still part of the lesson.”
“What now?” she groaned, exasperated.
“You’ll see,” Colt replied, gesturing to one of the ranch hands, who brought over a saddled horse. Lindsey’s eyes widened as realization dawned on her.
“Wait—you’re not seriously going to—”
Before she could finish, two of the ranchers knelt down, untying her ankles from the stakes but keeping the ropes securely around her wrists and legs. Lindsey tried to struggle, but she was too exhausted, and the ropes held firm.
“Careful with her,” Colt said, though his grin betrayed his amusement. “We wouldn’t want her to get hurt—just a little humbled.”
The ranchers lifted her effortlessly, despite her weak protests, and positioned her across the horse’s back. Her stomach rested against the saddle, her arms tied around the horse’s neck to keep her steady. Her legs dangled awkwardly on either side, the ropes keeping them snugly together under the horse’s belly.
Lindsey squirmed as much as the bindings allowed, her face heating up as she realized how exposed she was. Her skirt had ridden up significantly during the process, leaving her thighs and more completely on display.
“Put me down!” she yelled, twisting in her bindings. “This is ridiculous!”
“Now, now,” Colt said, patting the horse’s neck as he mounted his own. “You wanted to learn about ranch life. This is just part of the experience.”
The ranchers laughed as they mounted their horses, leading the way back to the barn with Lindsey’s protests echoing behind them. She could feel the horse’s movements with every step, her precarious position only adding to her discomfort. The ride seemed endless, the men chatting casually as if nothing unusual were happening.
By the time they reached the barn, Lindsey was seething with frustration, her helplessness only fueling her anger. The men dismounted and carefully lifted her down, carrying her into the barn where the ropes and stakes from earlier were still neatly arranged.
“Alright, Lindsey,” Colt said, setting her down gently but firmly. “You’ve done well today, but there’s still one last thing we need to go over before we call it a day.”
She glared up at him, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, let me guess—another ‘lesson’?”
Colt’s grin widened. “You catch on quick. Let’s just say this one’s about how to stay composed, no matter the situation.”
Once back in the barn, Lindsey’s frustration was palpable. She stood there with her arms still bound, glaring at the ranchers as they casually untied her wrists and ankles. Her legs felt stiff, her muscles sore from the ordeal, but the fiery determination in her eyes hadn’t waned.
Colt stepped forward, giving her a knowing smile. “Alright, Lindsey. You’ve been through a lot today, but we’ve got one last lesson for you.”
“Let me guess,” she said sarcastically, rubbing her wrists as she regained feeling in them. “It’s something humiliating, right?”
“Not at all,” Colt replied, his tone mockingly innocent. “This one’s all about flexibility and endurance. Real skills every rider needs. If you pass this test, you’re officially done with lessons for the day.”
Lindsey narrowed her eyes at him. “What kind of ‘test’ are we talking about?”
“Well,” Colt said, pacing around her, “you’ve gotta show us you can hold a proper pose—strong, steady, and balanced. If you can manage that for a full minute, without tipping over or giving up, you’re free to go.”
Lindsey folded her arms, her skepticism obvious. “And what exactly is this ‘proper pose’?”
Colt grinned, tipping his hat. “The splits. You were a cheerleader, weren’t you? Should be easy for you.”
Her eyes widened slightly. “The splits? Are you serious?”
“As a stampede,” he replied with a chuckle. “It’s the perfect test of flexibility and strength—qualities you’ll need in the saddle.”
Lindsey sighed, realizing she didn’t have much of a choice. “Fine. One minute, and then I’m done?”
“One minute,” Colt confirmed, holding up a stopwatch. “Hands overhead, too. No leaning, no tipping, no moving.”
She rolled her eyes but stepped into position, stretching her legs out and lowering herself into a full split. Her cheerleading days had left her with excellent flexibility, and though her muscles protested slightly after the day’s events, she managed the position with relative ease. Raising her arms above her head, she straightened her back and held the pose.
“There,” she said, her tone firm. “Start the clock.”
Colt nodded, raising the stopwatch. But before he clicked it, he gestured to the ranchers with a subtle motion that Lindsey didn’t notice. Two of them moved behind her quietly, ropes in hand.
“You’re doin’ great, Lindsey,” Colt said, his voice encouraging as he slowly stepped closer. “Hold steady now.”
She focused on keeping her balance, her arms trembling slightly as she stretched to her full height. Suddenly, she felt the touch of a rope around her wrists. Before she could react, her arms were gently but firmly pulled back and tied together overhead, the rope looped around a low beam to keep her upright.
“What—hey! What are you doing?” she exclaimed, trying to lower her arms, but the ropes held them firmly in place.
“Just helpin’ you stay balanced,” Colt said with a grin. “Wouldn’t want you to accidentally tip over and fail the challenge.”
Another rancher secured straps around her legs, pulling them outward slightly to ensure her split remained perfect. Lindsey squirmed, but the straps were snug, leaving her unable to shift her position.
“This isn’t fair!” she protested, her voice tinged with both frustration and disbelief. “I can’t move!”
“Exactly,” Colt said, tipping his hat as he started the stopwatch. “Now you’ve got no excuse to mess up. One full minute—good luck.”
The ranchers stood back, their grins wide as they watched her struggle to maintain her composure. Lindsey glared at them, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and determination. She might have been immobilized, but she was determined to endure the challenge and finally be done with these so-called lessons.
Lindsey’s eyes darted around the barn as she realized the ranchers weren’t just standing back to watch her complete the challenge. Colt stood near the stopwatch, his smirk as infuriating as ever, but the others were moving, subtly creeping closer. She spotted one slipping behind her, out of her line of sight, while two others approached from either side, their eyes fixed on her outstretched thighs.
Her heart raced as her predicament fully sank in. With her arms bound securely overhead and her legs strapped into a perfect split, she was completely immobilized. The ropes ensured she couldn’t shift even an inch, and the vulnerability of her position made her stomach churn.
“W-what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice tinged with both nervousness and frustration.
“Just makin’ sure you’re holdin’ steady,” Colt replied smoothly, though the mischievous glint in his eyes betrayed his real intentions.
The rancher behind her crouched down silently, and Lindsey felt her muscles tense. Her instincts told her what was coming, but she couldn’t stop it. The man’s fingers suddenly brushed lightly along her sides, right at the sensitive spot where her waist met her ribs.
“Ah! No—don’t!” she cried, her voice breaking into a giggle as the sensation took over.
The two ranchers by her thighs didn’t waste any time. One of them gently traced his fingers along the exposed skin just above her knee, while the other focused on the outer edge of her other thigh, where the muscles twitched involuntarily at the light touch.
Lindsey’s laughter spilled out uncontrollably as the ticklish sensations overwhelmed her. “No! Hahaha—please! Not again!”
“Careful now,” Colt teased, his voice steady as he kept his eyes on the stopwatch. “If you tip over, you lose the challenge.”
“I—I can’t—hahaha—focus!” she gasped, twisting as much as the ropes would allow, though the bindings held her firmly in place.
The men grinned as they continued their playful torment, their fingers moving with infuriating precision. The rancher at her sides tickled her ribs and lower back, sending waves of sensation that made her arch involuntarily. The two at her thighs alternated their focus, one trailing his fingers along the sensitive inner part of her leg while the other teased the tops of her knees.
“Looks like she’s strugglin’,” one of the ranchers commented, his tone teasing. “Maybe we oughta give her a little more encouragement.”
“Y’all are the worst!” Lindsey managed to yell through her laughter, her cheeks bright red. “Hahaha—stop! I can’t take it!”
“You’re almost there,” Colt said, glancing at the stopwatch with a smirk. “Only forty-five more seconds to go.”
“Forty-five?!” she cried, her voice rising in disbelief.
Her laughter echoed through the barn as the men continued their relentless teasing. Her thighs twitched and flexed helplessly against the straps, and her sides burned from the constant contractions as her body struggled to cope with the sensations. The barn seemed to close in around her, every sound amplified by her helpless giggles.
Despite the overwhelming embarrassment and frustration, Lindsey clung to one thought: Just one more minute. One more minute, and I’ll be free.
Lindsey's laughter turned into frantic giggles as she heard Colt’s voice over the chaos. “Hold on now,” he said, looking at the stopwatch in his hand. He tilted his head as if inspecting it, then deliberately let it slip from his grasp. The device clattered to the barn floor, the screen going dark.
“Oh no,” Colt said with exaggerated concern, crouching down to pick it up. He inspected it briefly, his smirk growing as he turned his gaze back to Lindsey. “Looks like the stopwatch stopped with 15 seconds left. Guess that means time’s standin’ still for you, Lindsey.”
“No! Hahaha—don’t you dare!” Lindsey shouted between bursts of laughter, her protests swallowed up by the relentless tickling.
The men didn’t hesitate. The rancher behind her redoubled his efforts, his fingers skimming along her sides and ribs with maddening precision. The two near her legs continued their playful torment, their fingers now dancing across the most sensitive parts of her thighs—the tops, the sides, and even the soft hollows just above her knees.
“Hahaha—please! Stop it! Time’s not standing still!” Lindsey cried, her voice rising in desperation. She twisted and squirmed against the ropes, her body shaking with laughter as the overwhelming sensations consumed her.
“Sure feels like it,” Colt teased, standing up and leaning casually against a post. “You said you could hold steady for a minute, didn’t you? Well, you’re still in it. Don’t give up now.”
“You’re insane! Hahaha—I can’t—hahaha—take it!” Lindsey gasped, her body jerking involuntarily as the men’s fingers found every ticklish spot she had.
“Don’t move too much now,” one of the ranchers warned, his tone light and teasing. “If you fall over, you’ll have to start all over again.”
Lindsey could barely form a coherent thought as the tickling continued, her mind a whirl of sensation and helplessness. Her thighs burned from the strain of being held in the split position, and the hypersensitivity of her skin only added to her torment. The light brushes and playful squeezes sent shockwaves through her nerves, making her twist and laugh uncontrollably.
“Looks like she’s havin’ a hard time,” another rancher said with a chuckle, his fingers lightly grazing the tops of her knees. “Maybe she needs a little more encouragement to stay focused.”
“No—hahaha—no more encouragement!” Lindsey pleaded, though her laughter made it impossible for her words to carry any weight. She felt utterly powerless, her body betraying her with every twitch and giggle.
Colt checked the stopwatch again, a smirk playing on his lips. “You’ve still got those 15 seconds to go, Lindsey. Keep it up—you’re doin’ great.”
Lindsey shot him a glare through her tears of laughter, though the effect was completely undermined by her flushed cheeks and uncontrollable giggling. She had never felt so helpless, and yet, despite her embarrassment, she was determined to endure. Somehow, some way, she would outlast this ridiculous “lesson.”
Lindsey’s laughter filled the barn, echoing off the wooden walls as her body squirmed helplessly against the ropes. The ranchers continued their relentless tickling, each touch sending new waves of giggles and involuntary jerks through her body. Her voice grew louder, her protests merging with her laughter as she twisted in a futile attempt to escape.
Amidst the chaos, Lindsey noticed one of the ranchers stepping back momentarily, rummaging through a nearby supply bag. Her eyes widened as he pulled out a small object—a bright red rubber ball gag with black straps attached. The sight made her heart skip a beat, and her laughter momentarily turned into a nervous, stammered protest.
“No—hahaha—wait, what is that? You’re not serious!” she managed to gasp, her voice tinged with both surprise and disbelief.
Colt, standing by with his usual calm confidence, raised a single finger to his lips. “Ssssshhh,” he said softly, his expression a mix of amusement and mock sternness. “You’re makin’ a whole lotta noise, Lindsey. We wouldn’t want to scare the horses, now would we?”
Lindsey shook her head frantically, her cheeks flushing deeper as she realized what was about to happen. “No! Hahaha—don’t you dare—hahaha—put that thing on me!” she cried, her voice breaking into giggles again as another rancher’s fingers found a particularly sensitive spot on her thigh.
The ranchers exchanged knowing glances, clearly enjoying her reaction. Colt crouched down beside her, holding the ball gag casually in one hand. He tilted his head slightly, his smirk growing as he leaned closer.
“Now, Lindsey,” he said in a tone that was almost patronizing, “this is just to help you stay focused. You’re doin’ great, but we can’t have you hollerin’ loud enough for the whole county to hear.”
Lindsey glared at him through her laughter, her squirming becoming more frantic as the tickling intensified. “No! Hahaha—don’t—hahaha—I’ll be quiet! I promise!” she pleaded, though her uncontrollable giggles made her promise sound less than convincing.
“Quiet, huh?” Colt said, raising an eyebrow. “I’m not so sure about that.”
The ranchers paused their tickling for a moment, giving Lindsey a chance to catch her breath. Her chest heaved as she tried to regain her composure, her eyes darting nervously between Colt and the others. The barn fell eerily quiet, save for the soft rustle of hay and the distant sound of the horses outside.
Colt held up the ball gag, letting it dangle from his fingers as he spoke. “Alright, Lindsey. We’ll give you one last chance. If you can hold your pose without makin’ too much noise, we’ll skip this part of the lesson. But if you start carryin’ on again…” He trailed off, his smirk leaving no doubt about his intentions.
Lindsey swallowed hard, her breathing still uneven from the tickling. She nodded quickly, her voice shaky. “Okay. Hahaha—I’ll stay quiet. Just—just don’t use that thing!”
The ranchers exchanged amused glances, stepping back slightly as Colt stood. “Alright, boys,” he said, tipping his hat. “Let’s see if she can hold it together.”
Lindsey’s breathing was ragged as she tried to compose herself, her cheeks flushed from both exertion and embarrassment. She could feel the men’s eyes on her, taking in her every twitch and squirm. Her legs, still bound in a perfect split, burned from the strain, and her skirt had ridden up even further, exposing the curve of her cheeks with every small movement.
She shifted uncomfortably, pulling slightly at the ropes around her wrists. “Can we just—hahaha—end this already?” she pleaded, her voice a mix of frustration and lingering giggles. She tried to adjust her position to regain some modesty, but the ropes binding her legs and holding her arms overhead made it impossible.
“Easy now, Lindsey,” Colt said, his smirk growing as he leaned against a post. “You’re not done yet. Remember, you’ve still got 15 seconds—at least, according to the broken stopwatch.”
His comment earned a round of laughter from the other ranchers, who were clearly enjoying her predicament. Lindsey glared at them, her face growing even redder as she felt her exposed skin brushing against the ropes. She twisted her hips slightly in an attempt to cover herself, but the effort only made her position more awkward.
One of the ranchers stepped closer, crouching beside her with an exaggerated look of concern. “Y’know, Lindsey,” he said, his tone light and teasing, “you’re movin’ around so much, you’re gonna lose your balance. And we can’t have that, can we?”
“She’s doin’ her best,” another chimed in, his grin wide. “But maybe she needs a little help stayin’ steady.”
Lindsey’s eyes darted between them, her heart sinking as she realized they weren’t done with her yet. Before she could protest, one of the men reached out and lightly brushed his fingers along the back of her thigh, just above the sensitive spot behind her knee. The touch was feather-light, but it sent a jolt through her body, making her yelp and twist instinctively.
“No—hahaha—stop it!” she cried, her laughter bubbling up again as the ranchers resumed their teasing. The one near her side trailed his fingers along her ribs, while the two by her legs focused on her exposed thighs, their touches alternating between soft brushes and playful squeezes.
Her squirming only made things worse. The more she moved, the higher her skirt rode up, leaving her cheeks even more exposed. Lindsey’s face burned with embarrassment as she realized how vulnerable she looked, stretched out in front of them with no way to cover herself.
“Careful now,” Colt said, his voice tinged with mock seriousness. “If you move too much, you might just lose the challenge.”
“I can’t—hahaha—help it!” she gasped, her laughter uncontrollable as their fingers found every ticklish spot on her body. Her legs twitched helplessly, her thighs flexing and contracting with each new sensation.
The men laughed as they continued their playful torment, their voices blending with Lindsey’s laughter to fill the barn. She felt utterly helpless, her body betraying her with every twitch and giggle. Her cheeks burned hotter as she realized how exposed she was, but there was nothing she could do to stop them.
Colt stepped forward, crouching down to look her in the eye. “Now, Lindsey,” he said, holding up the stopwatch again with a smirk, “if you think you can hold still for those last 15 seconds, we’ll call it a day. But if not…” He trailed off, letting the implication hang in the air.
Lindsey glared at him through her laughter, her voice shaking as she tried to respond. “Hahaha—I’ll—hahaha—I’ll try!”
“Good luck,” Colt said, stepping back to let the others continue.
Lindsey closed her eyes, clenching her fists as she braced herself for the challenge. The tickling didn’t stop, and her helpless laughter echoed across the barn. Her body shook with every touch, her movements only making her feel more exposed. Somehow, she had to hold on—but the ranchers weren’t making it easy.
Lindsey’s laughter filled the barn, each giggle and gasp betraying just how overwhelmed she was. Her squirming only made her position more precarious, her short denim skirt riding up further with every twist and tug against the ropes. The exposed curve of her cheeks was impossible to ignore, and her face burned with a mix of exertion and embarrassment as she realized just how much of her was on display.
Colt, still holding the bright red ball gag, stepped forward with a calm but mischievous expression. He dangled the gag in front of her, letting it swing gently as he crouched down to her level.
“You’re makin’ an awful lot of noise, Lindsey,” he drawled, his tone teasing but deliberate. “We warned you about that, didn’t we?”
“Hahaha—no! Please—hahaha—I’ll be quiet!” Lindsey pleaded between uncontrollable bursts of laughter. Her face was flushed, and tears of mirth streaked her cheeks as she struggled to form coherent words.
Colt tilted his head, considering her for a moment. “I don’t know,” he said slowly, twirling the straps of the gag around his fingers. “You said you’d be quiet before, and look where we are now.”
The ranchers chuckled at his comment, their fingers still lightly tormenting Lindsey’s exposed thighs and sides. Her legs jerked involuntarily at each touch, the hypersensitivity of her skin making her reactions all the more exaggerated.
“Please—hahaha—I’ll stay quiet! Just—hahaha—stop!” she gasped, her voice breaking into giggles again as the ranchers shifted their focus to her knees and ribs.
Colt raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. He leaned closer, his voice lowering to a mockingly stern tone. “Alright, Lindsey, here’s the deal. You stay completely still and quiet for the next 15 seconds, and we’ll let you finish the lesson without this.” He held up the gag for emphasis, the red ball gleaming in the sunlight filtering through the barn.
Her eyes darted to the gag, then back to Colt. “Fifteen seconds? I can do that!” she said quickly, though her laughter and squirming suggested otherwise.
Colt smirked, stepping back slightly. “Alright, boys, give her some space. Let’s see if she can hold it together.”
The ranchers stopped their tickling, their grins wide as they watched Lindsey struggle to catch her breath. Her chest heaved, and her arms trembled slightly in their bindings. She tried to steady herself, her focus entirely on staying still and quiet.
But even as she regained some composure, her skirt, now hopelessly bunched up around her waist, refused to cooperate. Lindsey squirmed slightly, trying to adjust it with the barest movements, but the ropes held her firmly in place, leaving her cheeks fully exposed.
“Looks like she’s havin’ trouble already,” one of the ranchers said with a chuckle, earning another round of laughter from the group.
Lindsey glared at them, her lips pressed tightly together in a desperate attempt to keep silent. She could feel every eye on her, and the humiliation of her predicament only made her determination waver.
Colt watched her for a moment, the ball gag still dangling from his fingers. “You’re doin’ great, Lindsey,” he said, his voice dripping with mock encouragement. “Just a few more seconds to go.”
Her body tensed, every muscle straining to hold still. She could feel her legs trembling from the effort of maintaining the split, and the faint tickle of air brushing against her exposed skin only added to her discomfort. She prayed silently that the stopwatch would run out before the ranchers found another excuse to tease her.
Colt observed Lindsey's desperate squirming and laughter, shaking his head with exaggerated concern. He dangled the red ball gag in front of her again, letting it sway back and forth as he spoke. “We gotta quiet her down, fellas,” he said, his voice tinged with mock seriousness. “She’s getting awful loud, and we can’t have that.”
“No! Hahaha—I can be quiet! I promise—hahaha!” Lindsey gasped, her voice trembling between frantic giggles. But her protests only made the ranchers grin wider.
“She’s tryin’ real hard,” one of the ranchers quipped, stepping closer to Lindsey’s bound form. “But I don’t think she’s gonna make it without some help.”
Colt crouched down near her, his piercing gaze meeting hers. “Now, Lindsey,” he drawled, his tone dripping with mock patience, “we gave you a fair shot to stay quiet. But here we are, and you’re laughin’ loud enough to wake the whole ranch.”
Lindsey squirmed against the ropes, her body jerking involuntarily as her hypersensitive thighs twitched under the ranchers’ teasing eyes. Her denim skirt had shifted even more during her struggles, leaving her long, ticklish legs on full display. The tops of her thighs, the backs just above her knees, and even the soft hollows where her legs met her hips were now exposed, drawing the ranchers’ amused attention.
“Looks like all that laughin’ and squirmin’ moved her skirt up,” one of the ranchers noted with a chuckle, his gaze lingering for a moment before returning to Colt. “She’s puttin’ on quite the show.”
“Ticklish legs like hers, no wonder she’s strugglin’,” another added, crouching near her bound thighs and lightly tracing his fingers along the sensitive skin. Lindsey let out another burst of laughter, her cheeks burning with both exertion and embarrassment.
“Stop it! Hahaha—don’t!” she cried, her body jerking in response to the teasing touch.
Colt stood, tapping the gag lightly against his palm. “Alright, boys,” he said, his smirk widening, “let’s help her stay quiet. We’ll make it easier for her to focus on holdin’ still.”
“No! Hahaha—please, Colt—don’t do this!” Lindsey pleaded, her voice shaking as she twisted helplessly against the ropes. But her protests only seemed to encourage them.
Colt stepped forward, gently holding her chin to still her movements. “You’ve got too much energy, Lindsey. We’re just tryin’ to help you stay calm.” With that, he motioned to the rancher holding the straps, who moved closer to fasten the gag securely in place.
The ball was pressed gently against Lindsey’s lips, and despite her weak protests, it was soon secured behind her head. Her muffled giggles and cries filled the barn, her voice now softer but no less frantic as the ranchers continued to admire their work.
“Much better,” Colt said, stepping back to get a better view. “Now she’s quiet and still. Let’s see if she can hold on for the rest of the lesson.”
Lindsey’s muffled laughter filled the barn, spilling out past the gag as the ranchers circled her like mischievous cowhands enjoying their handiwork. She tried to shoot Colt a glare, but the redness of her cheeks and the tears from her constant giggles undercut any attempt at looking intimidating.
Colt crossed his arms, tipping his hat back slightly as he surveyed the scene. “Now that’s more like it,” he said with a grin. “She’s nice and quiet, just like we wanted. But she still hasn’t finished her challenge, has she?”
The ranchers chuckled, clearly entertained by Lindsey’s plight. One of them crouched near her legs, his fingers hovering teasingly close to her exposed thighs. “She’s twitchin’ all over the place,” he said, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “Doesn’t look like she’s gonna make it.”
Another rancher, standing by her feet, smirked as he knelt down and lightly untied the straps around her ankles. Lindsey’s eyes widened as she felt the pressure on her legs ease slightly, though it didn’t mean freedom. Instead, her feet were left vulnerable, her boots removed to reveal her socked feet.
“Betcha she’s just as ticklish here as she is on her thighs,” the rancher said, holding up one of her boots with a grin.
Lindsey squirmed, her muffled protests growing louder as she tried to shake her legs free. The rancher by her feet chuckled, placing her socks aside to leave her bare feet exposed to the warm air.
“Let’s find out,” he said, his voice light and teasing. With that, he gently ran a single finger along the arch of her foot.
The reaction was immediate. Lindsey jerked, her body twisting as much as the ropes would allow. Her muffled giggles turned into louder, frantic cries as the rancher continued his light, teasing touches, his fingers gliding up and down her sole.
“Looks like we hit the jackpot,” he said with a laugh, switching his focus to her toes, where he lightly wiggled his fingers.
The other ranchers joined in, each taking a spot. One returned to her thighs, trailing light patterns along the tops and inner sides, while another focused on her knees, giving them gentle squeezes that made her legs twitch uncontrollably. Lindsey was overwhelmed, her body reacting to every touch, every ticklish sensation amplified by her helpless position.
Colt watched it all with a satisfied smirk, stepping closer to lightly trace a finger along her ribs, adding to the chaos. “You’ve got a lotta fight in you, Lindsey,” he said, his tone almost admiring. “But I don’t think you’re gonna last much longer.”
Lindsey’s muffled giggles and cries blended with the ranchers’ laughter, her body jerking and twitching as the tickling continued. Her toes curled instinctively, and her legs flexed against the bonds holding her in the split position. The barn seemed to close in around her, the overwhelming sensations making it impossible to think or focus.
Despite everything, one thought lingered in her mind: If I ever get out of this, they’re going to pay.
As the ranchers continued their playful torment, Lindsey’s responses became more frantic, her muffled giggles and jerking movements revealing her growing discomfort and helplessness. Her cheeks were flushed a deep red, not only from the relentless sensations overwhelming her but also from the sheer vulnerability of her position. The exposure of her legs, the ticklish teasing of her bare feet, and the way her skirt had ridden up left her feeling utterly defenseless.
Colt, standing just off to the side, observed her carefully. His smirk softened slightly, though the playful glint in his eyes remained. He tipped his hat back and crossed his arms, leaning against a nearby post as he took in the scene.
“Easy there, boys,” he said after a moment, his voice calm but firm. “Let’s not push her too hard.”
The ranchers paused their teasing, stepping back slightly as Lindsey tried to catch her breath, her muffled giggles slowly subsiding. Her chest rose and fell with each labored breath, her muscles trembling from the effort of trying to endure the tickling while holding her position. Her eyes darted to Colt, a mix of frustration and pleading evident even behind the gag.
“She’s puttin’ up a good fight,” one of the ranchers commented, brushing dust off his hands. “Didn’t think she’d last this long.”
Colt nodded, stepping closer to crouch down in front of Lindsey. He reached out and gently adjusted the gag strap behind her head, his touch surprisingly gentle given the circumstances. “You’ve done pretty well, Lindsey,” he said, his voice quieter now. “Didn’t expect you to hold out this long.”
Her muffled protests turned into a low groan as she wriggled against the ropes, trying to regain some semblance of composure. Colt’s eyes lingered on her for a moment, taking in her flushed face, trembling body, and the way her legs twitched involuntarily from the earlier teasing.
“You’re stronger than you look,” he added, his tone almost admiring. “Most folks would’ve given up by now.”
Lindsey’s eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze filled with defiance despite her vulnerable state. She tried to shift her legs again, but the ropes holding her in the split position didn’t give her any leeway. Her bare feet twitched as if in anticipation of another ticklish assault, and her skirt, still bunched up around her hips, only added to her sense of exposure.
Colt leaned in closer, his smirk returning. “But I think you’re learnin’ somethin’ important here. It’s not just about ridin’ a horse—it’s about learnin’ how to stay calm and steady, even when things aren’t goin’ your way.”
He stood up, turning to the others. “Alright, fellas, let’s give her a little break. She’s earned it.”
The ranchers nodded, stepping back further to give Lindsey some space. She sagged slightly in her bindings, her body trembling as she tried to recover. Colt watched her for a moment longer, his expression unreadable, before stepping back himself.
“Take a few minutes, Lindsey,” he said. “Then we’ll see if you’ve got it in you to finish this lesson.”
As the ranchers finally stepped back, Lindsey’s body sagged into the bindings, her muscles trembling with exhaustion. The relentless teasing, the helpless position, and the overwhelming sensations had drained her completely. Her mind swirled with a mix of emotions—frustration, embarrassment, and a surprising hint of relief now that the ordeal had paused. She felt the ropes keeping her upright, but in that moment, she wished for nothing more than to collapse into the comfort of something solid, reassuring, and safe.
Colt, still watching her with his piercing gaze, seemed to sense the shift in her demeanor. He stepped closer, crouching down to her level again, his smirk softening into something that almost resembled concern. Lindsey turned her eyes toward him, her exhaustion evident in the way her head lolled slightly to the side.
“You’ve been through a lot today,” Colt said, his voice quieter now. “Maybe we pushed you harder than we should’ve.”
She wanted to respond, to fire back with a witty retort, but her body betrayed her, too spent to summon the energy for defiance. Instead, she let out a small, muffled sigh, her shoulders slumping further.
Colt gestured to one of the ranchers, who stepped forward to loosen the ropes securing her arms. As her wrists were freed, Lindsey’s arms fell limply to her sides, and she winced slightly at the ache in her muscles. Colt caught her gently by the shoulders before she could tip over, steadying her as the ranchers worked to free her legs from the split position.
“There we go,” Colt murmured, his tone softer than before. “Take it easy now.”
With the ropes finally undone, Lindsey found herself being lifted carefully by Colt and another rancher. Her body felt like jelly, her legs barely supporting her weight as they guided her toward a bench near the side of the barn. She leaned heavily into Colt’s arms, her head resting against his chest for a moment as her legs dangled limply.
“Hey, now,” Colt said, his tone carrying a hint of amusement but mostly reassurance. “You alright there?”
Lindsey let out a breathy chuckle, her voice hoarse. “I’m not sure… but I think I’m still alive.”
The ranchers chuckled lightly, their earlier teasing replaced by a gentler camaraderie. Colt eased her onto the bench, his hands steadying her until she was sitting upright. She leaned back against the barn wall, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.
“You’ve got guts, Lindsey,” one of the ranchers said, tipping his hat to her. “Most folks wouldn’t have lasted half as long as you did.”
She gave him a tired smile, her head resting against the wall. “Thanks… I think.”
Colt knelt beside her, offering her a canteen of water. She took it gratefully, her hands trembling slightly as she drank. The cool liquid was a welcome relief, and for the first time all day, she felt a flicker of comfort amidst the chaos.
“Take all the time you need,” Colt said, his tone low and steady. “You earned a break.”
Lindsey closed her eyes for a moment, letting herself relax as her body slowly began to recover. For now, she was content to rest, feeling the tension in her muscles begin to ease as the ranchers kept a respectful distance, their earlier playfulness giving way to genuine care.

 

[modestryan]

Wonderful story! Did the boys get a good upskirt view of her panties? The way her skirt was riding up I’m sure it was hard not to.
Would love to know what color of panties Lindsey had on.

 

[THEDARKTECHIE]

Thats Awesome