Red Rock II Chapter 6:- A Night to Remember ( A USB Story by Rufusluciusivan and Stormtrooper1990)

[Stormtrooper1990]

Disclaimer:- Sorry for the constant updates, but Rufus and I wanted to make sure that the technical issues were resolved before posting the complete Cuapter 6. Rest assured this is now the 100% complete and unadulterated Chapter 6, as it was meant to be read. Please feel free to review this story at your leisure. Thank you for your patience. Enjoy!



5km North of Lafayette, LA, Wednesday 11th November 1884, 20:30pm



“Make us proud.”

Sofia Macer used her fan to cover a bitter chuckle. One didn’t easily break the etiquette she had been taught since birth, no matter how hard she wanted.

The words of her father were still fresh in her mind. Do us proud, he had said, as if he had sent us to perform a noble task. As if she was some sort of soldier about to partake in a grand battle for the honor of her House.

Sophie refrained another bitter chuckle. What her father wanted of her was to flutter her eyelashes, and subtly show her cleavage, to seduce Maximilian DeBeers and be chosen for his future bride. For that task, Sophie had two advantages. First, she was an attractive young woman. Her breasts and butt were just curvy enough to look desirable, but not too big either – so she didn’t look vulgar. Her stomach was flat. Her blue eyes had some purple shades, and her dark brown hair were long and luscious – though they were currently tied up into a proper neck chignon. She was dressed in a blue one-piece party gown over a white slip. The gown had a golden floral pattern, white lace around the collar and wristcuffs, and was fitted around the waist with a green sash. She was also wearing shiny brown booties, and a hat adorned with blue ribbons and flowers. Second, and more importantly, her family was among the richest of Louisiana. Unfortunately, they were also derided as “new money” by the old-fashioned plantation owners. Sofia’s father hoped a good marriage with DeBeers would help their social standing.

Sofia of course had no say in the matter.

Still, she wouldn’t stomp, pout, and cry like a child. Sofia had lived all her life in luxury, but she also had always known her privilege had a cost – her freedom. There were many girls who had it worse than her – first of all the ones who couldn’t afford to put meals on their table. No, she wouldn’t cry if life was unfair to her. But she wouldn’t pretend she was happy either.

Sofia wasn’t traveling alone. She was sharing the family coach with her two cousins – daughters of her paternal uncle.

Julia Macer was quiet. Every time she saw her younger cousin, Sofia felt pity. Julia reminded her of a little doll. She wasn’t even small or frail – her height was average. Nor was she plain – yes she didn’t have much curves, but her heart-shaped face, brown hair with some red shades, and doe-like brown eyes gave her a lot of charm. Her haircut was a prim and proper neck bun. But there was something in her behavior that made her look smaller than she was. Julia was the youngest child, and a daughter to boot. Her parents didn’t expect anything of her, except a proper marriage and a few grandchildren. Julia’s education had been meant to turn her into a demure obedient little lady. Even her clothes were designed to make her look like a precious fragile flower: a pale puffy pink gown adorned with white lace around the collar and wristcuffs, fitted around the waist with a pink sash, white booties, and a hat adorned with pink ribbons.

Julia’s older sister, Margaret, was her polar opposite. Physically, she shared the same dark brown hair and blue eyes as Sofia, her father, and her uncle. Her facial features were a bit rounder though. Her assertive behavior made her look taller than she truly was. Margaret had all the confidence Julia lacked. A shame she was also an overgrown brat – sadly too many of Louisiana’s bachelorettes were like her. Her haircut was a chignon. She was wearing a party one-piece dress with a provocative shade of sparkling red, black booties, and a hat adorned with red fake feathers. Black lace was adorning the collar, shoulders, and sleeves of her gown.

Sofia suspected her father had agreed to let her cousins go with her because they’d make her look better by comparison – she was more assertive than Julia, more proper than Margaret.

Yes, her family had thought of everything… she pondered bitterly to herself.

Sofia’s inner-thoughts were abruptly put to an end when the coach suddenly stopped.

“What’s going on William?”

“Riders are blocking the road.”

“Oh, they’re maybe bandits!” Margaret exclaimed. She sounded equally frightened and excited.

Sofia rolled her eyes. “Bandits on a main road of Louisiana? This isn’t the Frontier, Margaret.”

Of course, she was immediately proven wrong.

They heard a ‘BONK!’, then a punch and a groan.

“I think somebody jumped on our coach from this tree, and knocked the coachman out.” Julia whispered.

**************

Brett’s help had been invaluable. Nancy didn’t know how much time and resources he had spent to make sure this specific coach would travel the road at this specific moment, and without any other witnesses nearby. She appreciated his effort.

His coded telegram had given them all the details they needed for their ambush – down to the names of the three ladies traveling in this specific stagecoach.

The coachman was in shock. He still hadn’t been able to fully process the fact they were, in fact, being robbed. The road was safe, in the middle of a ‘civilized’ area. To him, stagecoach robbers were a thing of the distant West.

He didn’t see Sand jump from the tree, and knock him out in one swift motion.

One down, three to go.

Nancy left Clint to deal with the unconscious man. Sand remained on top of the stagecoach for now. Sylvié followed Nancy, using the mean glare she had practiced for hours.

The redhead adjusted her scarf and hat to make sure they obscured most of her face, then opened the door of the stagecoach.

Good. Just like Brett had predicted.

Three bachelorettes, whose party gowns and invitation cards would come in handy to infiltrate Chateau DeBeers.

Playing the part of an outlaw, Nancy spoke with a gruff voice. “Climb down the coach with your hands up, and nobody gets hurt.” Thanks to Brett’s message, she had knowledge of the women’s names, but she didn’t show it to her victims.

Two of the belles were young – roughly Nancy’s age. Margaret reminded her of Eleanor – not physically, but she had the same demeanor, the same mannerism. Nancy took an instant dislike of her. The other, Julia, looked quiet and meek, probably a sheltered little flower who was barely allowed outside by her parents.

The third woman, Sofia, was a few years older. Nancy immediately sensed she’d be the only danger. The heiress was remaining composed. She had nerves of steel.

And in fact, she was discreetly moving a hand to grab something in her cleavage.

Nancy caught on to her trick. “That would be a mistake, madam. Derringers have low reach, and can only shoot once – twice if it’s custom-made. We do not wish to harm you, but if you hurt or kill one of us, my offer won’t stand anymore.”

Sofia briefly hesitated, and then slowly raised her hands in a gesture of surrender.

“Good call.”

Nancy waved her colt, to signal the three women they had to climb down their coach. Which they did, reluctantly.

“If it’s a ransom you want, you better brace yourselves. Our family will send an army of bounty hunters after you.” Margaret barked.

"We have experience with bounty hunters."

Sofia glared at her cousin to try and silence her, then said: "I'm sure we can come to an arrangement. We have some money."

“We’re more interested in your clothes.”

Julia squeaked.

“For purely professional reasons. We won’t molest you.” Nancy clarified.

“There’s no way I’m taking off my clothes in front of the riffraff!” Margaret huffed. “Take my money, but don’t touch my dress!”

“Margaret…” Sofia tried to intervene.

“I won’t stand being humiliated by low-lives! This dress is worth more than-”

Sofia lost patience and interrupted her. “Margaret, for once in your life, just shut up and do as they say! We’re not in one of your cheap novels!”

“No WAY!”

Nancy grimaced. The girl’s shrill voice reminded her of painful memories. Were all spoiled rich ladies cast in the same mold as Eleanor?

Sand shared her sentiment – she jumped from the stagecoach and put an end to Margaret’s complaints by hitting her neck with the hilt of her dagger, knocking her out instantly. The young woman crumbled onto the ground.

Julia cried in terror.

Sofia was more practical, and swiftly grabbed the cross of the small Derringer hidden in her cleavage.

Nancy was already pointing her Colt at the black-haired heiress before she could aim her weapon. “Maybe it would be better if you threw the gun away.” The redhead said coldly. She hoped her bluff would work – if Sofia insisted on using her gun, Nancy or Sand may end up having to hurt her. “If not for your sake, maybe for your companion’s.”

Sofia glanced at Julia, who was shaking in fear, then complied.

“The one in the dress too.” Sylvié intervened.

Sofia blinked, and then removed a second concealed Derringer. Then she grabbed Julia’s hand to comfort her.

Nancy kicked both weapons out of her reach. “Thank you. Now, please remove your clothes.” She told the two women who were still conscious.

Sand began to strip Margaret of her garments.

“As you can see, we don’t need your cooperation.” Nancy warned the two women who were still conscious.

Sofia clenched her teeth, but then grabbed her hat and put it on the ground, kicked off her booties, then worked on loosening and stepping out of gown and her slip. She was left clad in white bloomers and a matching white sleeveless undershirt. The undergarments were surprisingly plain-looking for such a rich girl – of the finest quality, but modest-looking. But they weren't part of the outfit. One far-sighted lady. Or maybe just lucky. Nancy thought to herself.

Julia glanced at her unconscious sister who was being stripped. Sand wasn’t exactly brutal, but she wasn’t gentle either – moving Margaret’s limp body as if it was a piece of meat. Julia took a breath, and followed Sofia’s lead. She took off her hat, her booties, and finally her dress with shaky hands. Underneath, she was wearing a gorgeously assorted pink petticoat adorned with white lace and a floral pattern.

Nancy felt a tiny bit of sympathy for the shy demure girl. “The petticoat too. It’s part of the outfit.”

“Why would you need her full outfit?” Sofia intervened.

Insightful indeed… Nancy thought. “Why rob three guests when we can rob a Chateau?” She lied.

At least Julia was far-sighted enough to wear underdrawers (a fancy white piece of undergarments with a floral pattern made of embroideries) under the petticoat. Her small but pert breasts with pink rose petal areolas were however in full display, and she reflexively covered them with her arms.

Sand had finished stripping Margaret as well. The young bachelorette was fully naked, as the young Navajo had also taken her red petticoat with black lace. Her more fuller rounder breasts with puffy dark pink areolas, fuller womanhood topped with a trimmed triangle of dark brown pubic fuzz and rounded bubble butt were completely exposed.

“What now?” Sofia asked.

She noticed Sylvié was filling three syringes with the content of a bottle.

“Laudanum.” Nancy explained. “That way we won’t have to punch you two. It’s a win-win for you and for us.”

Sofia glared.

Nancy shrugged. “So to speak.”

20:45pm

Four injections later, the ladies and their driver were taking a nap.

Nancy, Clinton, Sand, and Sylvié concealed Sofia, Julia, and Margaret in a ditch, and their coachman in another ditch. Nancy glanced at the three bachelorettes, who were deeply asleep. “Three hours?” she asked Sylvié.

“Yes. More laudanum would risk killing them.”

Nancy calculated how much time they’d need to reach and explore Chateau DeBeers. “We’ll also bind and gag them then.”

Since they were carrying ropes and scarves as part of their ‘highway bandit’ shtick, they had everything they needed to silence the three young women (and their coachman). They bound the wrists and the ankles, and gagged them with the thick pieces of cloth.

Nancy also used blankets to cover the women.

Sand tilted her head quizzically.

Nancy explained: “Brett is supposed to be the one rescuing them. And he’s a bit…”

“… prudish?” Sylvié proposed with a playful smile.

Nancy didn’t miss a beat. “… an old-fashioned gentleman.”

Now that the real belles and their driver were out of the way, Nancy, Sylvié, and Sand slipped into the party gowns.

Sylvié put on Julia’s clothes. Nancy got dressed in Sofia’s outfit. Sand slipped into Margaret’s fancy dress. The garments were a bit hard to put on without help, so Sylvié gave Sand a hand, and Clinton helped Nancy. They also took the jewels and hair pins of the three bachelorettes to copy their style and chignons.

Once they were fully dressed, Sylvié took a step back to admire her work on Sand.

Her cheeks blushed all of the sudden. “Oh my…”

Sand felt a bit embarrassed. “It looks so bad?” she asked.

“No, no! Quite the contrary, love!”

Clinton chuckled. “I think it’s the first time she sees you in a fancy dress…”

Nancy smiled, and looked sideways at him. “I can’t help but notice you’re not having the same reaction.” she teased him.

He wrapped his arms around her waist. “That’s because you look stunning no matter the outfit. I didn’t even notice the difference.”

Nancy laughed, and kissed him. “Nice save. You better take advantage of it while you still can. In a few months, I won’t be able to put on that kind of dress anymore…”

Clinton carefully caressed her belly. “That I know…” he muttered with affection. He swore he could feel the beginning of a bulge – small enough to be concealed under clothes, but still noticeable from very close. “Let’s make sure our child can come in a world where we’re safe…”

Nancy nodded, and squeezed his hand.

Clinton didn’t need the coachman’s outfit – his regular clothes would be enough to play the part of their driver.

Sylvié left Quinn’s ‘doctors bag’ with Clinton. “I can’t exactly be seen carrying around a syringe.” she explained. She grabbed a bottle of perfume that used to belong to Sofia. “However…” She emptied its contents, and poured chloroform inside. “… I don’t think they’ll mind a bottle of my ‘special’ perfume…”

Nancy nodded. “Clever.”

Clinton gallantly opened the door of the stagecoach for them. “My ladies, if you please.”

“Thank you, garçon.”

Once they were inside, he drove them away.

“According to marshal Brett, one of these girls was a likely candidate for DeBeers’ hand…” Sylvié commented. “So maybe she’ll see this as a blessing in disguise?”

Chateau DeBeers, 6km North of Lafayette, LA, 21:02pm

Clinton paused the coach when Maximilian’s mansion appeared in the distance.

Through the window, Nancy looked up at the grand house that sat up atop the crest of the hill, shaking her head. "So this is Chateau DeBeers? Oh please it's barely a manor. Pompous ass." She snorted derisively.

Sylvié nodded in agreement. "Oui, mon amie. I have seen townhouses in my native Paris that are bigger than this mere stable."

Beside them Sand cocked her head curiously. "First McClaine now this fool. Why do white men build such big houses with so many rooms? Surely they aren't going to use them all?"

Next to her Sylvié gently took her lovers hand, squeezing it. "Well, ma cherie. Where men are concerned it's called compensation for something lacking."

Nancy suddenly burst out laughing, doubling over. "Sylvié you are p-priceless!"

Sand looked at both of them with a bemused look on her face. "What's so funny? What's compensation, sweet sunrise?"

Sylvié giggled, planting a kiss on her lips. "I will tell you later my dusky goddess. When we are in-between the sheets."

Nancy calmed her laughter, and called Clinton through the window. “Coachman. Let us not make our host wait any longer.”

“My pleasure, madam.”

*************

A valet opened the door, and gallantly offered his arm to help each lady climb down the coach. Clinton then drove away to park the coach – still playing the part of the coachman.

Nancy, Sand, and Sylvié waited in line until a guard could check their invitation cards. They noticed half of the gunhands were women.

“Armed ladies. Mr. DeBeers sure likes to defy convention.” the guest in front of them commented.

“He’s rich enough to afford it, dear.” his wife joked.

Nancy recognized a few women of Victoria’s posse among the sentries – the Mexican girl was even one of the guards they had mugged at the Van der Laar Estate. She concealed a grimace. “Shit… Victoria’s here too… What will it take to get her off our backs?!”

“You know the answer.” Sand commented grimly.

Nancy didn’t reply. Deep down inside, she indeed suspected there could be only one outcome.

Sylvié discreetly elbowed them. It was their turn.

The guard looked at them, doing his best to hide his boredom. “May I see your invitations?”

“Finally! How dare you make us wait like that?!” Nancy complained with her best southern accent. “I’m one of the finest ladies of Louisiana!”

“You and dozens of other guests.” The man was unimpressed. Clearly, this was a senior guard – he was used to the rich spoiled ladies of Louisiana. He eyed Sand, and couldn’t quite fully hide his suspicions when he saw her darker skin. “I didn’t know there’d be a Mexican.”

Sylvié huffed. “How RUDE!” she exclaimed with her best ‘fancy French’ accent. “Do you know who you’re talking to?! This is Donna Juana Mariana del Carmen Machín y Ortiz de Zárate! Her family has ties with the Spanish Crown! Their ancestors were already living in California back when you peasants still bowed to the English!” She turned her head to Sand. “Deepest apologies, Donna. These republicans clearly don’t know how to speak to the aristocracy.”

Sand managed to keep a straight face instead of bursting out laughing – it was a testimony of her self-control. She waved her hand in a way that could be regarded as regal.

“Of course. I will slap this insolent commoner on your behalf.” Sylvié took off a glove, and lightly hit the guard’s cheek. “There! And consider yourself lucky that the Donna doesn’t petition to have you fired on the spot! Now, let us in, you insufferable simpleton!”

The poor guy stammered this time. He was used to spoiled Louisianan ladies, not to hot-blooded French and Spanish ones. “O- Of course… Apologies, ma’am. Please enjoy the party.”

Sylvié huffed again, then looked up and snubbed him. Sand and Nancy walked after her. They entered the estate.

The party was already underway – which was of course what they were aiming for. Many groups of guests were talking around various tables, employees were carrying trails of drink, and an orchestra was playing. Lots of noise, lots of people. A perfect opportunity to blend in the crowd. DeBeers himself was too busy mingling with his guests to personally greet the late-comers.

“That was something…” Nancy whispered to Sylvié. She was biting the insides of her cheeks to not smile and maintain her ‘snobby overgrown brat’ persona. “And here I thought my number at the casino was good, but this is priceless…”

Sylvié’s eyes sparked mischievously. “If we have to impersonate high-class ladies, we might as well have some fun doing it…”

“We won’t be keeping these clothes for long.” Nancy warned her. “They were our way in, but we can’t exactly be discreet wearing these.”

Sand discreetly mentioned a bunch of female sentries – dressed in fancy but practical clothes – with her chin. She was silent, but her facial expression easily conveyed her idea.

“Thankfully for us, Mr DeBeers likes to defy conventions…” Sylvié joked dryly. “I propose we take a stroll in a dark part of the gardens… You know, to enjoy some fresh air… My Donna needs to ease her mind after this incident.”

“And while we’re at it, might as well ask some of these pretty guards to lend her a more practical outfit…” Nancy concluded.

DeBeers Chateau Hedge Maze, 21:16pm

For all his flaws and delusions of grandeur, Maximilian DeBeers had an eye for the art of the garden. The hedge maze he had ordered and designed himself was a marvel of botanical art.

The master of the ‘Chateau’ liked it so much he had, in fact, stationed a few guards specifically to make sure no lost guest would damage the green life.

And since this was one station absolutely nobody wanted, Alice and Josephine had been sent there – both as punishment for their embarrassing failure at the Van der Laar estate… and because most of the other girls of Victoria’s posse were tired of them being all ‘lovey dovey’ around each other and wanted to give them a room.

Since they were supposed to watch a fancy event, the two gunhands had been given finer outfits – albeit still men's clothes. They were clad in shiny black boots, blue jeans, white button-up shirts, black waistcoats with gold buttons, bright red neckscarves with the crest of the DeBeers Company, and black Stetson hats with a gold buckle. The clothes weren’t exactly expensive, Victoria wouldn’t have tolerated unpractical outfits, but they were clean and pristine-looking.

Alice and Josephine were patrolling half-heartedly. Outside of listening to the vague sounds of the party from afar and the insects in the maze, there wasn’t much to do.

Alice sighed. “You know, when Victoria told us we’d be watching a fancy party, I was hoping for something more exciting...”

Josephine looked at her sideways, and grinned slyly. “I can find one positive aspect.”

Alice bent slightly to check over a hedge, unknowingly giving her lover a perfect view of her ass. “Oh? What do you-”

Alice yelped when Josephine gave her a playful slap on the butt.

“J- Jo’!” Alice turned to face her partner.

The brunette wrapped her arms around her blonde lover. “You’re so cute when you're shy… I can’t resist… Plus, these tight jeans highlight your ass… It gets my blood boiling…” She didn’t hesitate to grope said butt.

Of course, Alice blushed a deep shade of red.

Josephine gently pulled her closer, and moved her mouth next to Alice’s ear. “Those hedges are pretty thick… I’m sure nobody will notice if we just disappear for a while…” she whispered.

Alice nervously gulped. “Let’s- Let’s do it…”

With a giggle, Josephine gave her a quick peck on the lips, took the blonde’s hand, and led her further into the dark hedge maze. They disappeared from prying eyes…

… and came across Nancy and Sand, who were waiting for them, cracking their fists with huge grins on their faces.

“Hello girls.”

A few quick punches followed suit – clean and efficient.

“Ooooff…” Josephine moaned.

“Urk!” Alice grunted.

The two unconscious gunhands fell onto the soft grass with dull thuds, with Alice’s face resting in Josephine’s breasts.

Nancy and Sand each grabbed one girl by the legs, and dragged her out of sight. They went to Sylvié’s hiding spot in a dead end of the hedge maze, and let go of their burdens.

“I’m letting you two take their clothes, just like last time.” Nancy proposed to her two friends.

“Love birds stripping other love birds. I like the idea.” Sylvié commented. The French former maid glanced at Alice and Josephine, who were looking almost peaceful lying next to one another. “We stripped Alice naked last time, so it’s only fair this time I take her outfit, and Sand takes Josephine’s clothes and underclothes.”

Sand shrugged. “Whatever suits you.”

She and Sylvié meticulously stripped the pair of gunwomen of their boots, weapons, belts, hats, jeans, waistcoats, and shirts. Sylvié stopped once Alice was left clad in peach satin shorts and a white undershirt – but Sand also removed Josephine’s cream white lace vest and blue lace knickers. Leaving her well rounded breasts with dark pink full puffy areolas and trimmed small womanhood on full display.

"Hmm? She's made up so well, but not as well as you, my dusky native." Sylvié cooed, seeing the mock scandalised look on her Navajo lover's face.

They took off their fancy gowns and cut them into strips to cleave-gag and bind the wrists and ankles of the two gunwomen.

Since Sylvié was still wearing her own undergarments, she didn’t need Alice’s underclothes.

“So this is why you kept your regular underwear under the petticoat…” Sand commented in understanding.

Then, they slipped into their new disguises.

They concealed the unconscious love birds in a remote part of the maze. Sylvié took the time to drag Josephine next to Alice, and left the brunette lying snugly curled up against her lover, with her head resting on Alice’s shoulder and her naked breasts touching Alice’s.

“I don’t see the point.” Sand commented.

“Call it a favor to fellow lovers.”

“Still don’t get it.”

“Picture us in their stead. Wouldn’t you want to have me lying naked and bound against you?”

Sand suddenly found her throat very dry.

Sylvié got closer and whispered in her ear. “Unless you prefer I’m the one who does the stripping and the binding… and you play the part of my victim…”

For some reason, Sand found the idea even more arousing. “When we’re through with that adventure…”

Nancy coughed in her hand to interrupt the dirty talk. “Not to kill the mood, but we still have a mission to accomplish.”

Sand and Sylvié flashed her contrite smiles, then the three of them exited the hedge maze.

“We’ll also need a new outfit for you.” Sand told her partner.

“I’m on it. If this is like last time, I suspect their red-headed friend is nearby.”

The Public Gardens, 21:26pm

In a corner of the public gardens, right next to the hedge maze on a small hill, there was a statue of Maximilian DeBeers – a literal monument to his overinflated ego. At least it was useful to hide and observe…

Nancy’s intuition proved to be correct. Jenny indeed was in the area, clad in the same outfit as Alice and Josephine.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t alone. She was talking to a couple – a familiar-looking woman dressed in a finely-crafted party gown, and a bespectacled man.

Or, to be more accurate, the poor redhead was being yelled at.

“What do you mean ‘I can’t see my sister’?!”

Jenny was very embarrassed. “I think it’s best if you don’t see Miss Victoria… She’s being a bit… on edge…”

Elizabeth glared at her. “No need to beat around the bush. She’s lashing out at everyone around her. You think I don’t know my own sister?”

“No, of course! But she’s… being difficult…”

Of course, Jenny’s weak rebuttals only made Elizabeth angrier. “And that’s the exact reason why I need to see her!”

“Looks like they’re not sisters for nothing…” Nancy commented. Though she wasn’t much surprised. Elizabeth was the one in charge of the Van der Laar Estate. When Victoria wasn’t here, aka almost all the time, Elizabeth was calling the shots with the workers and armed women. The redhead glanced at Sand. “Are you okay?”

Her friend was looking very ill-at-ease, but she nodded. “I’ll be fine.”

Nancy put a hand on her shoulder. “We’ll wait until she’s gone. Shouldn’t take much time. You won’t have to meet her.”

“Thanks.”

Nancy’s prediction turned out to be correct.

Elizabeth lost patience. “I came to this dumb party because I knew she’d be here! I must talk to Vickie! She needs to stop and come back home!”

“I’m sorry… She said-”

Elizabeth interrupted her while rubbing her temples. “You’re not going to tell me where she is, are you?”

“She’s with Mary… I- I don’t know where they went.” Jenny confessed sheepishly.

“God! This is a waste of my time! Come, Harold. I have to make sure the kids don't eat too much sweets while we’re here. Then, I’ll look for her myself!”

Elizabeth and her husband left the dimly lit garden.

Sand was relieved to see them gone.

Jenny was too, but for a different reason. She briefly sat on the base of the statue. She rubbed her face, and sighed to herself. “Phew… She’s not the boss’ sister for nothing…” The redhead straightened herself, jumped on her feet, and turned her back on the statue. “Wonder where Alice and Jo’ went…”

Nancy grabbed her from behind, clamped a hand onto her mouth, and clubbed her on the back of the head with the cross of her revolver to knock her out.

Jenny groaned a “Urf!” that was muffled by Nancy’s palm, then her unconscious body went as limp as a rag doll.

“Why don’t I show you?” Nancy commented with a small smile as the unconscious woman was falling in her arms.

She dragged the limp Jenny behind the statue.

Sand and Sylvié left their hiding spot, and pretended to stand watch. They were smiling to themselves as they could hear the soft rustles of clothes being stripped off a motionless unconscious body.

Once Jenny was down to her grey chemise and white underdrawers, and thoroughly bound wrists and ankles and cleave-gagged with torn strips of the party dress, Nancy gently rolled the redhead under the bushes near the statue. Then she took off the remains of her gown and concealed them with the trussed up half-naked gunwoman. She put on Jenny’s boots, jeans, belt, shirt, waistcoat, neckscarf, and hat.

Satisfied to wear a good old fashioned gunhand outfit again, she left the shadow of DeBeers’ statue and regrouped with her friends.

21:32pm

Nancy, Sand, and Sylvié were once again playing the parts of Jenny, Alice, and Josephine. “Wearing these three’s outfits once again feels natural. I appreciate the irony.” Nancy commented.

They were navigating the public parts of the estate, where the party was taking place. Thanks to their clothes, they could hide in plain sight, pretending to patrol and check if everything was right. It also allowed them to assess the Chateau’s defenses, and find the best way to access the main building. Guests obviously didn’t pay them attention – save for a few kids who found them impressive, and some young and not-so-young men who also found them impressive but for a different reason. They simply had to be wary of DeBeers, Victoria, and Victoria’s posse.

They also avoided Elizabeth. Thankfully, she and her husband were busy with their children – the kids indeed had had too much sweets while their parents’ backs were turned, and she was berating Samuel for not being a responsible older brother.

“Rich asshole spotted.” Nancy suddenly whispered.

She and her two friends discreetly concealed themselves behind a group of guests.

Near a table, there was Maximilian DeBeers himself, a drink in hand. Victoria and Mary – her second-in-command – were standing next to him. Victoria and Mary were still dressed as men – albeit with clean clothes.

“Victoria dear, you shouldn’t frown like that. It will give you wrinkles.” DeBeers commented while sipping on his glass of brandy.

“This party is a mistake, Max. Why did you have to hire so many female guards? They could use the opportunity.”

“I must say, this job is turning into an obsession. Something to prove? A grudge to settle, maybe?”

Victoria didn’t answer.

DeBeers laughed. “Do not worry, dear. This sullen look on your face actually adds to your charms.” Then he left to mingle with the guests.

Victoria made a gagging sound. “Go suck on a cactus, pompous ass.”

Mary looked sideways at her, and spoke cautiously. “Victoria. Maybe he’s right. Maybe you are taking things too personally. It’s just another mark. Elizabeth and the kids wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” She put an affectionate hand on Victoria’s shoulder, and began to caress Victoria’s arm with her other hand. “I don’t either…”

Victoria glared at her. “What are you doing?”

Mary immediately removed her hands, and took a step back. “Just- just-”

“Nobody touches me, Mary. No men, no women. Nobody.”

“Of course. I forgot. It’s just- I got carried away-”

“Keep your hands to yourself, unless you want me to blow a hole in them.”

“G- Got it. Sorry.”

Victoria stomped off, Mary walked after her, looking like a whipped dog.

Sylvié shook her head. “Poor girl.”

“Best to not go the same direction as these three.” Nancy commented.

She was interrupted when a bunch of girls clad in fancy mini-gowns came and asked her if they could see her colt – they were delighted and impressed when she said yes. (No matter the social class, kids remained kids. Nancy just hoped these girls wouldn’t grow up into a bunch of ‘Eleanors’.)

“The restricted parts of the estate are barely lit, and they give direct access to the office room.” Sand whispered.

Nancy waved the girls good-bye. “Then we’ve found our way in.”

“Let’s do it. I’ve already had to turn down three young heirs offering me a drink.” Sylvié concluded.

Pretending to continue their patrol, they went to the wall separating the party area from the private areas.

One lone man was watching the portico. He was looking bored out of his mind – and contrary to Alice and Josephine, he didn’t have the luck to spend the night with his lover.

Then on the other hand he did have the luck to keep his clothes...

Nancy grabbed a coin in her pocket, and threw it to distract the sentry.

“Uh?”

The man turned his head. Nancy, Sand, and Sylvié sneaked behind his back, and entered the restricted part of the estate.

They quickly ducked under cover behind some bushes.

“Oldest trick in the book.”

“Feels weird to just pass by them after you used the coin trick. Usually, you snap their necks or knock them out.” Sand commented.

“From now on, be careful. These parts are restricted. Even with our current outfits, we’re not allowed in here.” Nancy warned her friends.

The private areas and gardens of the estate weren’t lit, save for the main trails. They were, however, patrolled by guards carrying lanterns.

Nancy’s, Sand’s, and Sylvié’s stolen clothes were practical and didn’t hinder their movements – therefore they easily ran from one dark hiding spot to another, using the various trees, bushes, and garden ornaments to avoid the roaming sentries. In that regard, they didn’t regret at all getting rid of the party gowns to steal Alice’s, Josephine’s, and Jenny’s clothes!

Getting close to the main building of the estate was rather easy. However, getting inside was a whole different thing. Contrary to the private gardens, the walls and doors of the manor were well-lit, and the doors were most likely locked.

“A good thing those patrols provide us with plenty of opportunities… Gotta thank DeBeers for employing so many women!” Nancy commented. “Let’s find one group willing to… ‘donate’ their outfits and keys…”

The intruders became predators, and the sentries became preys.

Observing the patterns of the patrols, Nancy and Sand managed to spot one that didn’t come across the lines of sight of the others during their route.

These three patrolling guards were looking bored – for them, it was a useless shift. They thought nobody could ever threaten DeBeers here, in the middle of his seat of power. The whole State of Louisiana ate in the palm of his hand, there was a literal small private army surrounding the estate and guarding the party. Who would be able to reach the inner sanctum of Chateau DeBeers? Their work seemed even more tedious tonight because they were part of the staff who couldn’t enjoy the luxury, and fancy company, of the party.

The pretty blue-eyed blond woman leading the trio looked atypical for a patrolling sentry. She was a stunner, wearing a two-piece gown which consisted of a red bodice with white sleeves and a white collar, and a red skirt fitted around the waist. The crest of House DeBeers (a stylized B over a D) was stitched in gold threads on the heart of her dress. She also wore brown booties, black stockings, and garters. Her white skin was soft, her face was sensual and heart-shaped, and her blond hair was luscious and tied into a crown braid. She didn’t seem to carry a weapon – though given her outfit Nancy suspected she had a Derringer strapped on one of her garters.

She was escorted by two slim athletic-looking gunwomen: One was a green-eyed brunette with olive skin and an aquiline profile. Her midback-long hair was braided. The other was a black-haired Mexican woman with brown eyes. Her coarse hair was tied up in two braided ponytails. Both were clad in similar outfits: shiny black boots with gold buckles, deep black trousers, a black belt with a gold buckle, green button-up long-sleeved shirts (with gold buttons!), and black Stetson hats. At least they looked like proper sentries… if one could look past the unnecessary gold parts of their outfits. The two guards were carrying lanterns, and were armed with rifles and colts.

Nancy observed the women’s finely-crafted clothes, and pristine-looking weapons. As expensive as impractical during a long journey. Clearly those women weren’t part of Victoria’s posse.

“These guards are the regular security. They’re allowed inside the private parts.”

“I’ve seen other employees wear the same dress as the blonde. It’s some sort of uniform.” Sand added.

Getting a closer look at the woman leading the small patrol, Nancy couldn’t help but feel slightly amused.

“I think I recognize her. The greeter, at the Fleur de Lys casino… Poor girl.”

Sylvié raised an eyebrow. “Poor girl?”

“Oh, you should have seen her face when Nancy pretended to be Eleanor and chewed her out!” Sand intervened.

“There was nothing personal. I needed to get Clint inside.”

“But you were having fun…”

Nancy smiled thinly. “A bit, yes. But it’s all water under the bridge now. I had nothing against her.”

“You’re about to mug her for her outfit.” Sylvié joked.

“Once again, there’s nothing personal.”

Observing the way the bodyguards moved, Nancy and Sand deduced that while the outfits were fancy and tacky, the women wearing them were trained fighters. If they wanted to neutralize them without bloodshed – and without raising the alarm – they’d need to ambush them.

Thankfully, they could spot several vantage points on the patrol’s route that would be perfect to hide and flank the guards… Like the balcony and walls in a nearby (and delightfully secluded) small courtyard behind an annexe of the main building...

Nancy turned to Sylvié. “The blonde isn’t a seasoned veteran. She’s only dangerous if she pulls out her Derringer. You can take her out with your syringe. Sand and I will take care of her bodyguards.”

“Got it. Let’s go.”

21:50pm

“To think that cow Minnie is greeting the guests… Bitch always coveted my position, and now she got it…” Mary-Beth muttered through gritted teeth. “… while I’m stuck on guard duty, wearing this impractical outfit…” The blond former greeter paused to adjust her stockings and skirt.

“We know, Mary-Beth. It’s the third time you said it already. Let it go.” Inés, the Mexican guard, retorted.

“Easy for you to say that! Wish I could just remove those clothes…” Mary-Beth finished tightening her garters, and checking her Derringer, then resumed walking with her two guards. “I’m sure Monsieur DeBeers is still angry after the whole fiasco at the casino… He can’t punish his broken-nosed bitch… Not if he wants to fuck her… So he’s taking out his anger on me… It wasn’t even my fault! How was I to find out that Eleanor was a fake?! She looked bitchy enough for me!”

“God, the night will be long…” Inés complained.

“Maybe we should gag her…” Elena – the brown-haired guard, who was a Greek immigrant – joked.

“Oh stop it, you two! You’re not funny!” Mary-Beth complained. “Fine. You’ve won. I’ll keep it down.”

Inès shared a glance with Elena. “Two bucks she can’t keep it down.”

“You’re on.”

“Hey! I heard that!”

Mary-Beth and her escort walked into a small dark yard next to an annexe and balcony of the main manor. In the middle, there was a statue. Several barrels were stored under a small wooden roof extension.

What happened next took the patrol completely by surprise.

Sand jumped from the roof on the right and Nancy jumped from the balcony on the left. They immediately flanked the bodyguards, and wrapped snake-like arms around Inés’ and Elena’s throats. Together, they squeezed their sleeper-holds.

At the same time, Sylvié left her hiding spot behind the statue, rushed Mary-Beth from behind, and clamped a handkerchief soaked with chloroform onto her mouth and nose.

The synchronized sleeper-holds were fast-acting. Elena’s and Inés’ struggles and muffled cries were futile. The two bodyguards soon became limp in their muggers’ arms. Nancy and Sand didn’t loosen their grip too soon, in case the gunhands were faking unconsciousness. They mentally counted the seconds, and let go of the two women once they were certain Elena and Inés were truly out cold.

Mary-Beth was struggling frantically, moaning and crying for help in the hand and thick kerchief gagging her. Chloroform was taking more time. As Nancy had deduced, the blonde wasn’t a trained fighter, therefore she and Sylvié were equally matched. The French maid clenched her teeth, and didn’t loosen her grip to immobilize the woman.

“This will only make you sleep. Just keep still, and you won’t get hurt.” Sylvié said to the frantic blonde.

Of course, Mary-Beth was too scared to listen. She actually managed to grab her Derringer strapped to her garter.

Sand took her wrist. With a firm grip, albeit without superfluous violence, she made the blonde drop her weapon.

Sylvié nodded. “Thanks, love. I’m sure she’ll be reasonable now.”

Whether Mary-Beth actually complied or the chloroform began to take effect, the blonde ceased her struggles. Her eyelids were becoming very heavy. Her eyes rolled back into her skull.

She exhaled a cute moan in Sylvié’s hand and kerchief, then finally fell asleep. Her body relaxed, and suddenly felt limp and heavy. Her head lolled to the side.

The French girl gently laid her burden onto the ground.

Using the lights of the lanterns, Nancy stripped Inés the black-haired guard, Sand stripped Elena the brown-haired one, and Sylvié stripped Mary-Beth.

Removing the two gunwomen’s boots, belts, trousers, hats, and shirts – and in Elena’s case her socks, white underdrawers, and matching chemise as well – was straightforward. Inés was left clad in pink satin shorts and a matching undershirt. Elena was left naked, her ample breasts with light pink circular areolas and full clitoris topped with a light brown trimmed triangle of fuzz, exposed to the balmy evening air.

Sylvié took off Mary-Beth’s shoes, then unclipped the garters and shimmied the stockings down the blonde’s shapely legs. She unlaced and pulled off the skirt next, only leaving the blonde’s thin white satin panties with lace trimmings and a floral pattern to conceal her most intimate parts. Then she lifted Mary-Beth’s upper-body to pull off the bodice, leaving the woman clad in a matching white sleeveless undershirt, with the same lace trimmings and floral pattern.

Mary-Beth and her bodyguards were then neatly trussed up – bound hands and feet. Nancy, Sand, and Sylvié used the thick neck scarves Jenny, Josephine and Alice used to wear to gag Mary-Beth and her bodyguards. Since they didn’t have ropes at hand, and didn’t find some with the barrels, they cut their shirts into makeshift ones.

Nancy and Sand decided Sylvié would wear Mary-Beth’s dress and they would get dressed in Elena’s and Inés’ outfits – as they would have an easier time playing the part of seasoned gunhands, since they already were. They all changed into their new disguises. Sand helped Sylvié put on the dress.

The barrels in the yard were unfortunately all full and sealed. Therefore, Sand, Nancy, and Sylvié dragged the three unconscious trussed up women behind them. They stashed Mary-Beth, Inés, and Elena in the small space in-between the wall and the barrels – they had to leave Mary-Bet lying on her two friends – and moved some barrels to properly conceal the bound-and-gagged bodies.

“I must say, the dress looked good on her, but it looks even better on me.” Sylvié joked.

“You’d look stunning in a beggar's rags.” Sand playfully retorted.

Sylvié kissed her on the cheek. “Flatterer…”

The Office of Maximilian DeBeers, 2nd Floor of Chateau DeBeers, 22:08pm

The manor itself was ironically the quietest part of the estate right now – all the staff and guards were outside, either in the gardens or in the party area. Nancy, Sand, and Sylvié searched the building.

Maximilian’s office room was tidy and clean. Nancy and Sylvié sorted through the papers while Sand was looking for secret drawers and compartments.

They quickly noticed a pile of recent letters DeBeers hadn’t had the time to read and destroy yet – some of them clearly suspicious.

Nancy’s face lit up when she came across a specific supply list. “Clever dog… It’s in Texas… right across the border…”

“Food shipment?” Sylvié read over the redhead’s shoulder.

“There is no facility of the DeBeers Company here. Then why is he sending so much food, ammunition, and other supplies?” Nancy asked rhetorically. “At Baton Rouge, he hired outlaws from other States – who’s to say he’s not employing Louisianian outlaws outside of this State? He wants to expand his influence westwards. And he doesn’t hesitate to hire outlaws for that. We’ve seen it with McClaine.”

Nancy memorized the location, then put the furniture list back under its pile of letters.

“This is what Uncle Brett was looking for-”

Nancy and her two friends froze when they heard footsteps behind the door. Somebody grabbed the handle.

“Shit…”

No big cupboard this time – they could only hide in a blind spot of the room, behind the door which was about to be opened.

Maximilian entered his office room and headed to his desk. He was followed by a female employee, a brown-haired beauty with dove-like blue eyes and light skin. She was clad in the same outfit Mary-Beth had been wearing.

Nancy shared a glance with Sand.

Only two people. They could do it.

Nancy closed the door.

DeBeers and his employee turned.

Maximilian’s face turned ghostly white when he recognized them. “Minnie! Call the guards!”

Contrary to her boss, Minnie assessed the situation with cool-headed efficiency – Nancy gave her credit for that. She knew the office room was too secluded, and the sound of the party would drown out their cries for help. So she didn’t waste time calling, and immediately grabbed the Derringer hidden in her tights.

It didn’t do her much good, as Nancy kicked the gun out of her hand. Sand then hit a very specific spot of Minnie’s neck with the edge of her hand. Minnie grunted briefly, knocked out cold, and collapsed into Nancy’s arms.

“I’m afraid Minnie is taking a break.” the redhead commented with a dry smile as she was easing the limp unconscious employee onto the floor.

DeBeers swallowed nervously and took a step back. “You can’t touch me!” His back was blocked by his desk, preventing him from taking a second step.

Sand assessed the gun strapped onto Maximilian’s belt. “Draw.”

“P- Pardon?”

“Draw. You say you have fun hunting down my people. I want to see your worth in a fair duel.”

“I’ll give you money-”

“Draw, white man.”

“- more money than you’ll ever-”

Sand lost her temper. “I said DRAW!”

DeBeers squeaked.

Then his eyes rolled back in his skull, and he fainted.

There was a beat.

Sylvié frowned her nose with disgust. “I think he soiled himself...”

Sand’s lips twisted into a hate-filled grimace. “Coward…”

Her fingers briefly tickled the cross of her gun. Then she drew a short breath, and shook her head.

“He’s not worth it.”

Nancy briefly pressed her shoulder with sympathy, while Sylvié stroked her arm.

Suddenly, they heard someone open the door.

Nancy groaned. “Isn’t there supposed to be a party?” she complained.

Victoria entered the office room – flanked by Mary and Ethel, her two lieutenants.

“Max. Your guards say-” Victoria froze when she recognized who was in the room. “You!”

Nancy didn’t waste time with a clever one-liner this time. She punched Victoria directly in the face.

Mary and Ethel reflexively caught their boss by the arms, to prevent her from hurting herself.

Nancy, Sylvié, and Sand took advantage of the confusion to flee the room. They could hear Victoria scream at her henchwomen in their backs: “What are you doing?! Go after them! Shoot them! Kill them!”

Nancy slammed the door at Mary’s and Ethel’s faces. Through the frame, she heard the two women grunt and fall onto the floor. Reflexively, she locked the door with Mary-Beth’s key.

She heard a faint click through the door’s frame, and jumped out of the way.

Victoria shot five bullets through the door – and a sixth to blast the lock.

Sylvié and Sand pushed the cupboard nearby in front of the door to block it right before Victoria could open it.

Through the holes, they heard the bounty huntress scream incoherent insults at them.

“Better not overstay our welcome.” Nancy commented.

22:21pm

Since they knew their cover would be blown in a matter of minutes, they didn’t bother with subtlety. They hurried through the mansion and the private gardens – they didn’t come across anyone in the manor itself, and since Mary-Beth and her friends were still snugly trussed up, they had a way out through the gardens. The few guards who saw them from afar were fooled by their uniforms.

In the party area, the guests were still having fun. The orchestra was still playing. Nobody had heard the commotion in the mansion itself. Elizabeth was grilling another henchwoman of Victoria for information – it was best to leave immediately, she’d soon try to enter the manor and hear the screams.

Once again, they didn’t bother with subtlety. They were dressed as high-ranked guards and employee of the estate. They exited through the main gate, pretending to do an errand, and went to the area where their coach was waiting.

However, Clinton wasn’t alone. A few armed men were with him.

Nancy’s heart skipped a bit.

Then she recognized Brett among the lawmen.

“Uncle. You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“So did you.” Brett deadpanned. “But I appreciate you leaving blankets to cover them.”

Nancy smiled sheepishly. “Sorry…”

“I trust you were successful.”

Nancy nodded. “We know where to find the proof. The Eagle Nest, the old abandoned fort, right after the border with Texas.”

“I heard of the place. Heard it’s become a real den of outlaws lately. A nasty bunch, led by Pearl Dunn. I’ve requested the means to flush them out several times, but have always been denied. Now I know why...”

“Victoria spotted us. It’s a matter of minutes before she barges here.”

“I’ll take things from here. I’ll buy you some time. You have to infiltrate this fort and grab the proofs as quickly as you can, before DeBeers’ messenger reaches them. I can buy you one day of head start – two at most. I’ll meet up with you at Redemption. It’s a ghost town nearby.”

“Redemption. Got it.”

“And Nance…”

“Yes?”

“You know how I always prefer to take outlaws alive, and have them face a fair trial?”

“Yes.”

“Forget about it this time. If you can, I ask you to kill Pearl Dunn. That woman is a poison. The things she does…” He shook his head. “Last time I caught her, her gang broke her out of prison. She killed two guards – and two servants who only had the bad luck of being on her way. I refuse to give her another chance.”

“Got it, Uncle.”

“Good luck, Nance.”

“This isn’t my first gang, Uncle.”

Brett’s eyes glimmered with pride. “That I know.” He briefly glanced at Sylvié. “I trust you and Sand will brief Miss Delacroix, and make sure she’s safe.”

“I won’t burden them.” Sylvié answered.

“I don’t deny your courage, miss. But if you have to go after Pearl’s gang, you must expect things to become… dirty. You may see things… that will test your faith in humankind.”

Sylvié paled slightly, but still nodded. Her face was resolute.

Brett saluted them.

Nancy, Sylvié, and Sand hurried inside the coach, and Clinton drove them all away.

22:28pm

Victoria didn’t bother to wake DeBeers or Minnie up. Colt in hand, Ethel and Mary on her trail, she rushed outside the mansion.

Only to find out a group of lawmen was already deploying among the guests.

“Brett?”

The marshal was escorting three women who were using blankets to cover themselves, and a coachman who was looking strangely content for someone who had been clubbed and left trussed up.

“Alright, everybody keep calm. We found these poor folks robbed on the side of the road. We suspect the culprits are still hiding in the mansion. Nobody is to leave this estate until we figure things out.”

Victoria almost choked with anger. “They’re getting away right as we speak, old man!” she shouted.

Brett calmly adjusted his hat. “We’ll figure everything out in due time, ma’am. Please stop waving your gun around. I have witnesses to question.”

Victoria huffed.

But then she saw Elizabeth walking through the crowd to try and reach her.

“This isn’t over, old man. Next time, I’ll get them. Especially your little sheriff.” She returned inside the mansion before her sister could approach her.


Epilogue, DeBeers Chateau Hedge Maze, 22:34pm


Jenny squirmed and tugged against the makeshift ropes binding her, groaning and moaning in her gag.

Just a little more...

Before joining the Van der Laar estate, Jenny had worked in a traveling circus. Sure, she used to be a knife thrower, but she remembered some of the tricks the magician was using to escape the ropes during his show. After she had been mugged for her outfit and trussed up a first time, the redhead had revised all she knew about rope escape.

Had her restraints been manacles or even ropes, maybe she wouldn’t have been able to free herself on her own. But she was bound with strips of clothes. Loosening them was easier.

When the redhead finally managed to break free of the bonds wrapped around her wrists, she let out a shout of victory – still muffled by the cloth gagging her. She wasted no time untying her legs and ungagging her mouth. “Gah… Finally!”

Jenny walked out of the bushes. In the distance, she could hear a lot of ruckus. The intruders had probably been spotted.

“Gotta find Jo’ and Alice first…” Jenny muttered to herself.

The redhead was grateful she hadn’t been stripped naked – but she wasn’t eager to be found in her skivvies by the other bounty huntresses. And she definitely wasn’t eager to be found by Victoria!

Plus, if her intuition was right, either Jo’ or Alice was bound and gagged naked right now.

Remembering her friends were stationed near the hedge maze, Jenny went there. Finding her way in the labyrinth was actually quite easy – she simply had to listen to the muffled moans.

In a corner of the labyrinth, she found her friends. They were frantically grinding their bodies against each other – probably to loosen the ropes, Jenny thought to herself. They were also moaning loudly and rubbing their faces against each other – probably to loosen the gags, Jenny thought to herself. As expected, they had been robbed of their outfits – Jo’ was even completely naked.

“Oh my God! I’ll release you!”

She took off the gag silencing Alice.

But she recoiled when she saw the blonde glare daggers at her.

“What are you doing?!” Alice barked.

“But- but-”

“Can’t we have some privacy?!”

At this moment, Jenny realized Alice’s and Josephine’s faces weren’t red because of anger or frustration, but because both were extremely turned on right now. They weren’t grinding their half-naked (or naked) bodies against each other to free themselves. At least not for now…

“I- I thought…”

“Since you’re here, you’ll take off Jo’s gag. Then you’ll give us ten-” (Josephine moaned in the piece of cloth silencing her.) “-I mean fifteen minutes. And you better not tell a soul about this!”

“I’ll take this to my grave!” Jenny untied Josephine’s gag, then literally ran away while repeating: “Sorry sorry sorry…”

Alice shook her head. “She just can’t read the mood…”

“Don’t- Don’t waste time…” Josephine whispered. “I’m – ah – so close…”

Alice pressed her lips against the brunette’s for a deep kiss, and began frantically rubbing her half-naked body against Josephine’s even harder.

Sure, Victoria would be livid. Sure, the other girls would never let them live that humiliation down. But right now, Alice had more pressing matters – like making sure Josephine would climax before Jenny returned.

[meditions142]

Fun chapter. Good classic infiltration.

Great scene with Josephine and Alice. Love the idea of them sneaking off to a secluded spot and immediately walking into a trap and being punched out. And of course it was nice how Sand and Sylvié left them.

Then we get the take out of Jenny. Take advantage of her being distracted by her recent encounter a good old bonk on the head.

Then we get the wonderful take out of Mary-Beth, Inés and Elena. Fun the way the more skilled Nancy and Sand take out Inés and Elena while Sylvié takes out Mary-Beth. The fun part is Mary-Beth is really just a regular employee so she is out of her league as a guard so she is the easier to deal with.

Love the description of Mary-Beth going too "Whether Mary-Beth actually complied or the chloroform began to take effect, the blonde ceased her struggles. Her eyelids were becoming very heavy. Her eyes rolled back into her skull. She exhaled a cute moan in Sylvié’s hand and kerchief, then finally fell asleep. Her body relaxed, and suddenly felt limp and heavy. Her head lolled to the side.The French girl gently laid her burden onto the ground."

I also liked how Mary-Beth managed to draw her gun but Sand grabbed her wrist and made her drop it.

And love how Mary-Beth was left on top of the other two women.

I also liked that we got to see Sand uses her skills to hit Minnie on the right spot with a chop. Love the description: "Sand then hit a very specific spot of Minnie’s neck with the edge of her hand. Minnie grunted briefly, knocked out cold, and collapsed into Nancy’s arms." Very sexy image of her falling into Nancy's arms. Then a great comment:“I’m afraid Minnie is taking a break.”

Great continuation of the story!

[Stormtrooper1990]

Thanks my friend, I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter.


I remember when Rufus and I first discussed Chapter 6 that we wanted to use the three stoogettes once again as victims, since they grew on us so much after Chapter 4. Rufus did an excellent job with poor Alice and Josephine, the third pair of lovebirds, going off for a spot of quirt nooky in the hedge maze only to be ambushed by Nancy and Sand. And the fun bit was when Sylvié found the whole idea of "lovebirds stripping lovebirds" a real turn on. Yeah, the real icing on the cake for this scene was Sand's cute response on leaving Josie and Alice in a...convenient manner. One they took full advantage of by the end of the Chapter.


Indeed, with Jenny’s takeout she made herself an easy target thanks to her talk with Elizabeth and you can't go one with a classic blow to the head from Nancy.


In this chapter I think the stand out takeout, and my particular favourite was Mary-Beth, Inés and Elena. Again, this was inspired by Desperados III where in some instances you can take out a patrol of three outlaws. And this perfectly highlights the skills of our three heroines. Mary-Beth is my ideal victim because she is an ordinary woman, not a trained gunslinger or guard like the other two, thus she's perfect for Sylvié who's new to the whole USB and knocking out other women thing.


This is what I love about team infiltrations, team work makes the dream work as the saying goes. So when Mary-Beth does get a hand to her Derringer, Sand is there to disarm her without any fuss. It's a classic case of each member of the team covering each other's weakness; in Sylvié's case it's her lack of physical strength. Which is complimented by Sand's raw strength and no-nonsense approach.


I'm glad you liked Minnie's takeout, even though she does get her clothes stolen. It's a guilty pleasure and a perfect opportunity to see Sand in action, since she knows all about those little nerves in a woman's neck and how best to use them. Plus, it's a sexy mental image of Sand chopping Minnie and picturing the cute girl slumping with a squeak into Nancy's arms.

Thanks again for my review, Chapter 7 and the grand finale awaits!

[meditions142]

Mary-Beth is my ideal victim because she is an ordinary woman, not a trained gunslinger or guard like the other two, thus she's perfect for Sylvié who's new to the whole USB and knocking out other women thing.

I'm glad you liked Minnie's takeout, even though she does get her clothes stolen. It's a guilty pleasure and a perfect opportunity to see Sand in action, since she knows all about those little nerves in a woman's neck and how best to use them. Plus, it's a sexy mental image of Sand chopping Minnie and picturing the cute girl slumping with a squeak into Nancy's arms.

It is fun to picture Mary-Beth. Just a pretty blonde who started out as greater at the casino. But then she becomes a guard and is totally out of her league.

And I do love that Sand as you say "knows all about those little nerves in a woman's neck and how best to use them". That was probably now common knowledge back in that era. Shows Sand's special skills.

I do love Minnie and Mary-Beth two apparently very pretty woman who easily fall victim to our team.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Mary-Beth is my ideal victim because she is an ordinary woman, not a trained gunslinger or guard like the other two, thus she's perfect for Sylvié who's new to the whole USB and knocking out other women thing.

I'm glad you liked Minnie's takeout, even though she does get her clothes stolen. It's a guilty pleasure and a perfect opportunity to see Sand in action, since she knows all about those little nerves in a woman's neck and how best to use them. Plus, it's a sexy mental image of Sand chopping Minnie and picturing the cute girl slumping with a squeak into Nancy's arms.

It is fun to picture Mary-Beth. Just a pretty blonde who started out as greater at the casino. But then she becomes a guard and is totally out of her league.

And I do love that Sand as you say "knows all about those little nerves in a woman's neck and how best to use them". That was probably now common knowledge back in that era. Shows Sand's special skills.

I do love Minnie and Mary-Beth two apparently very pretty woman who easily fall victim to our team.

For Sand, definitely. While not a healer or doctor, Sand does know all the weak vital spots of people and how to exploit them since it's all part of the territory being an accomplished Navajo scout. She would know both the lethal and non-lethal means to take down a target. Particularly, neck chops and sleeperholds, knowledge she's passed down to Nancy and perhaps even Sylvié eventually.


Yeah, while I loved working on the three stoogettes with Rufus I have to say that it's minor characters like Mary-Beth and Minnie that I have a soft spot for too. And for that very reason that they are young pretty women, who are just ordinary employees of DeBeers and hopelessly outclassed by our team.

[meditions142]

Particularly, neck chops and sleeperholds, knowledge she's passed down to Nancy and perhaps even Sylvié eventually.

It is interesting, even though Nancy has been taught the neck chop she still usually konks women on the head with her gun.

You it would be a fun scene of her teaching Sylvié the neck chop, sensually touching Sylvié neck to show her the right spot.

Imagine this fun scene. Sand wants to let Sylvié to try the chop on a patrolling guard. However, knowing it may not go as planned Sand sneaks up with her. Sylvié uses the chop but fails and it doesn't knock the woman out. The started guard turns around and Sand has to quickly punch her out.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Particularly, neck chops and sleeperholds, knowledge she's passed down to Nancy and perhaps even Sylvié eventually.

It is interesting, even though Nancy has been taught the neck chop she still usually konks women on the head with her gun.

You it would be a fun scene of her teaching Sylvié the neck chop, sensually touching Sylvié neck to show her the right spot.

Imagine this fun scene. Sand wants to let Sylvié to try the chop on a patrolling guard. However, knowing it may not go as planned Sand sneaks up with her. Sylvié uses the chop but fails and it doesn't knock the woman out. The started guard turns around and Sand has to quickly punch her out.

Yeah, I think with Nancy it's a force of habit she just likes hitting things but with the takeout of Mary-Beth and her friends demonstrates she's got the sleeperhold down well.


That's a fun scene to picture, I like it. You can picture Sylvié quietly creeping up on the patrolling pretty brunette gunwoman "Okay, hand outstretched like a blade and hit the side of the neck. Just like my love showed me." She chops the woman but then goes "Ow! Sacre Bleu that hurts!" The guard spins around her revolver aimed. "Ow! What the fuck are you-argh!?" Sand leaps out and decks the girl with a right cross, sending her crashing to the deck with a cute pained grunt.


Sylvié flicks her pained hand. " Ow, ow, ow! Sorry my love, I completely screwed up." Sand takes her in her arms. "Don't worry my sweet sunrise, I failed my first time too." Sand caressing her face. "Besides, I taught this to Nancy and she still hits things with her revolver. You're a much better student." She pulls her into a long passionate kiss, which Sylvié returns with gusto..

"Is that so, my dusky native?" Sand nods ad Sylvié looks down at the unconscious guard. "So shall we do the honours, ma cherie?" Sand winks at her as they start to strip the unconscious guard. "I thought you never ask, and she's your size. Let's get her clothes off." She takes off the guards gat and gun belt before unbuttoning her shirt. Sylvié giggles pulling off the boots and unbuttoning the jeans. "And when were done here, I will pick out a guard just for you and try again." Sand kisses Sylvié in her cheek. "Of course, sweet sunrise. Practice makes perfect "

[meditions142]

"And when were done here, I will pick out a guard just for you and try again." Sand kisses Sylvié in her cheek. "Of course, sweet sunrise. Practice makes perfect "

Thinking they may want to pick out a waitress or of maid. Someone who will not pull a gun on them if it doesn't work again!

[Stormtrooper1990]

"And when were done here, I will pick out a guard just for you and try again." Sand kisses Sylvié in her cheek. "Of course, sweet sunrise. Practice makes perfect "

Thinking they may want to pick out a waitress or of maid. Someone who will not pull a gun on them if it doesn't work again!

I like the sound of that, I can definitely picture Sylvié knocking out a maid or waitress and Sand stripping the unfortunate woman completely naked. After all 19th century saloon girls are just so sexy!,

[rufusluciusivan]

A bit late to the party, but I thought I’d still leave my behind-the-scenes. After all chapter 6 is, alongside with Chapter 4, the one I had the most fun working on. Which is logical, since Chapter 6 is based on one of my favorite Desperados III missions – I’m pretty sure anyone who played or watched playthroughs of the game recognized the clear reference to the Casa DeVitt mission.

I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter, meditions.

Being lovebirds “on the wrong side of the uniform stealing” gives Josephine’s and Alice’s scenes a distinct flavor, and ultimately ST and I decided to roll with it and go with the “they’re actually getting turned on by being mugged and bound together”. Probably the least realistic part of Red Rock II, but Josephine, Alice, and Jenny have always been the comic reliefs of the saga, so I think it fits their characters.

The ambush of Mary-Beth’s patrol was indeed a reference to the three-mooks patrols of Desperados III who show up from time to time as obstacles in late missions and side-missions. Personally, it always felt very satisfying to take out three or four guards at the same time.

My favorite scenes were the one with Sofia and her cousins at the beginning, an other classic case of the story being introduced with the viewpoint of a "damsel of the week", and the ones with Alice, Josephine, and Jenny (obviously).