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Marty and Doc carried Jennifer and Clara over to the saloon, and they walked up to the bartender.
'Hey, Chester,' Doc asked, somewhat quietly, 'can we have some wake-up juice for these girls? They've both passed out.'
'Sure,' replied Chester. Then, turning to his assistent, he said, 'Joey, let's make some wake-up juice.'
Marty watched, as Chester and Joey set out a variety of ingredients to make the wake-up juice.
'In about 10 minutes,' said Chester, 'they're gonna be as sober as a priest on Sunday.'
Chester then walked over with two funnels, clothes pegs, and two glasses of the liquid. He then handed the items over to Doc and Marty.
'Here, stick these clothespine onto their noses,' instructed Chester, 'and when they opens up their mouths, go ahead and pour it on down their throats. Oh, and stand back.'
Marty and Doc did what Chester said - and, at first, nothing happened. The girls then stood up, opened their eyes, and jumped up.
'Wah! Hot! Hot!' the girl shouted, in unison, as they went outside to the water basin and dunked their heads in it.
Marty and Doc went outside, and they lifted the girls out of the water and looked at their faces.
'They're still out,' Marty said, with concern.
'Oh, that, that was just a reflex action,' explained Chester. 'It's gonna take a few more minutes for the stuff to really clear up their heads.'
As Marty and Doc carried the girls into the saloon, Buford and his gang walked in began to tie up Marty. Just then, the girls began to wake up.
'Well,' Buford said, learingly, 'look what we got here! It's Miss I Think I Am So Tough!'
Doc then turned to Buford, and asked, 'Buford, how'd you escape prison?'
'I made a warrant and an offer he couldn't refuse,' explained Buford.
With that, Jennifer walked up to Buford and said, 'Let Marty go!'
Buford then tied Jennifer up to the house, so that she couldn't escape. Marty felt helpless, as he watched Buford and his gang drag Jennifer away. Marty then put his head on the table and began to cry. The patrons all stared at Marty, shocked. Seamus McFly then walked up to Marty, and sat down next to him.
'What's wrong, Clint Eastwood?' Seamus asked, sympathetically.
'Buford, that bastard, kidnapped my girlfriend,' Marty sobbed.
'Oh, no, that's not good!' gasped Seamus. 'Buford is known around these parts as a womanizer.'
'What?' cried out Marty, as he lifted up his tear-stained face.
'Ah,' Seamus said, quietly, 'do you need a gun, Clint?'
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A few hours later, Jennifer woke up. 'Where am I?' Jennifer asked, a bit disorientedly.
'Why!' Buford replied, leeringly. 'You're in my house, beautiful! Now I will give you two options.'
'Please don't hurt me, Buford,' Jennifer whimpered, frightened. 'I'll do anything. Please.'
'Oh, I can think of one thing,' Buford replied, with a laugh.
'What, Buford?' Jennifer asked, sobbing. 'What do you want me to do?'
'Well, I want you to strip for me,' Buford replied, chuckling, 'then give me a lapdance, then have sex with me.'
'Fine, Buford,' Jennifer said, sobbing. 'I'll do whatever you want me to.'
'So you'll do anything I want you to do?' Buford asked, chuckling. 'All right, then, you'll work at my strip club.'
'Right,' Jennifer replied, 'no one wants to see somone like me strip.'
'Come on,' Buford protested, chuckling. 'You're a beautiful girl with a decent sized chest.'
With that, Jennifer wanted to slap him - but she knew if she did that, Buford might beat her.
'Okay, Buford,' Jennifer said, fighting back tears, 'I'll work for you.'
'Oh, one more thing,' Buford added, chuckling. 'You're also gonna work as a prostitute.'
'What?' Jennifer asked, stunned. 'I thought I was just a stripper!'
Buford just chuckled, and he added, 'Oh, and you're still my girlfriend - so no flirting with other guys!'
'Okay, Buford,' Jennifer asked, blinking back tears, 'what do you you need me to do for you?'
'Before you go to work, Jennifer,' replied Buford, 'I want you to French kiss me.'
'Okay, Buford,' Jennifer replied, as she French kissed Buford. She nearly felt like throwing up.
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Marty, depressed over Jennifer being kidnapped, was drinking glass after glass of sasperella. Buford and his gang walked in, and they knocked out Marty. They then carried Marty over to Buford's cabin.
When Marty woke up, he tried to move, but discovered that he couldn't. Then he noticed that he was barefoot, which made him feel even more vulnerable.
'Where the hell am I?' demanded Marty.
'Feel all comfy, Clint Eastwood?' smirked a member of Buford's gang, named Rufus. 'This is the softest bed we have in our cabin. I want you to be as comfortable as possible.'
'There's a catch to this, isn't there?' demanded Marty. 'What do you want from me'
'You will laugh for me,' Rufus said, chuckling, as he ran his fingers up and down Marty's soles. Marty immediately burst out into helpless laughter. Marty kept trying to will himself to not be ticklish, but it wasn't working.
'Oh, listen to you laugh, Eastwood!' taunted Rufus. 'You have such lovely ticklish feet!'
Marty felt so helpless, as his extremely ticklish soles were completely at Rufus' mercy. Marty just squirmed and laughed with ticklish agony, as the gang member continued to relentlessly tickle his soles.
'You can't stand this, can you?' Rufus continued, as he then ran his fingers into the arches. 'Oh, yes, I can tell that you're really suffering.'
Marty kept squirming, as the tickling sensation was so unbearable. He couldn't believe that Rufus was actually putting him through this torment. The soles of his feet were so unbearably ticklish, he didn't allow even Jennifer to tickle him there. Rufus was obviously relishing in his torment, though.
'Yeah, I'm going to make you laugh like this for a very long time,' Rufus taunted. 'I bet you never laughed this hard before in your life.'
Marty then decided it was useless, and he just surrendered to the tickling sensation.
'That's a good lad,' taunted Rufus. 'Just keep on laughing. You make a good tickle toy.'
'Wha-, hahahahaha!' Marty was laughing too hard to talk. He couldn't help but wonder what was happening with Jennifer.