Cowboy Slave Pen 01 -- All Tied Up

You wake up one day feeling confused. It’s very bright out and when you look for your alarm clock, all you see is dirt. When you look around you realize you are in some kind of pen like they use for horses...and you’re naked. Inside the pen are other beautiful girls, also naked, with guards surrounding the pen preventing escape. No one will tell you why you’re there but they do give you a warning: If you see a cowboy, RUN! One day a man with a large cowboy hat and a rope enters the pen. His eyes search the pen, then lock on to you, and he slowly begins walking towards you...

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