Message-ID: <1553eli$9706202008@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!not-for-mail Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: Stephanie Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.stories.erotic,alt.sex.stories.moderated Subject: REPOST TG: Miss-placed (4/10) by Stephanie TG: Miss-placed (4/10) My website is at http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/2525. There you'll find out a little about me and where my stories are archived. If you are an author of TG stories and you would like to put a similar page up on that site, let me know. As always, this is an adult story and it should not be read if you are under the age of eighteen. Miss-placed Part Four by Stephanie Julian's heart was hammering. His feet were rooted to the spot. He could do nothing but watch in total horror as the gunslinger dressed all in black walked over to him. "I didn't catch your name earlier," the man said with a sly smile. Julian found his voice at last. "Please leave me alone." The man continued to walk over to Julian. "That's no way to talk to your savior." Julian's mind was filled with the images of his earlier encounter with the undertaker. He could tell exactly the same thing was on the mind of the gunslinger. As long as he was alone with him he was in danger. His female body was obviously no match for the bald man. He had to get out of the room and away from the gunslinger. "I could do with a drink." he said. The man's grin widened. "I've already taken care of that." He said producing a wine bottle and two glasses from behind his back. He offered a glass to Julian, who took it automatically. "So," asked the gunslinger, "do you have a name?" "Jul-Julia," stuttered Julian. He decided on a more female name than his own as he was still intensely embarrassed at his predicament. "Who are you?" Gareth thought for a moment. His own name didn't really fit his current body. "You can call me Yul," he said after a moment. The name rang a bell and Julian finally realized who the gunslinger android had been based on. Yul Brynner, an actor who'd died some thirty or forty years ago. So this was just some computer controlled android. He shouldn't be as dangerous as a human controlled android could be. Yul opened the champagne bottle and filled Julian's glass. It seemed so out of place to Julian. As he sipped his champagne he tried to decide what to do. He could risk the undertakers again, but he would have to risk being groped again or worse. First of all though, he had to get away from this gunslinger. "Thanks for helping me out earlier, Yul, but I have to be going." Julian started to edge away, but Yul grabbed his arm and held it tight. "Now don't go just yet," the gunslinger said with a dangerous smile. "Let's have a little fun first." "No, please no," begged Julian in a small frightened voice. Not again! Please, not again! Yul wrapped a strong arm around Julian and pulled them together. "Stop struggling." he said. "This is what you were made for after all." Julian reached out looking for some form of weapon. His hand closed around the half-full champagne bottle. Desperately, he swung the bottle and it connected sharply with the gunslinger's head. It didn't shatter, but the blow was hard enough to stop Julian's attacker for an instant. Yul staggered back from the blow. Julian knew he only had a few seconds to take the advantage. Charging forward, he crashed into the dazed bald man. Yul was unprepared for the attack and went flying backwards. With a loud crash, he collided with the window and smashed straight through it. Julian could only look on in shock as Yul disappeared from sight. He rushed over to the hole where the window had been and looked down at the black clad figure lying in the street. He was relieved to see Yul was still moving. Julian knew that it was just an android, but he didn't want to be responsible for killing it. Gareth shook his head and staggered to his feet. His back ached a bit, but didn't really hurt. He looked up to see the android whore looking down at him apprehensively. She had a lot more fight in her than he had thought. Well, if she thought chucking him out the window was enough to put him off she had another thing coming. Julian's relief at the gunslinger's survival turned to fear when he saw him get up. The bald man dusted himself down and strode back into the saloon. He was coming back! Julian ran to the door of his room, which was locked. His head started to spin. What was he going to do? He dragged a chair over and jammed it under the doorknob. That wouldn't keep Yul out for long, though. The only other way out was through the remains of the window. He stuck his head out the window. Just below the window ran a narrow slanting roof that covered the walkway above the saloon entrance. Carefully he climbed out the window and onto the small roof. His boots weren't really designed for this and he had to move slowly. The night air whipped up his skirt, reminding him of the dangerous situation he was in. He pressed close to the wall as he edged along. Julian was intensely aware of the drop behind him and his stomach was knotted with fear. After what seemed an eternity he made it to the bedroom across the hall from his. The window was stiff and he had some trouble opening it without losing balance. Finally, he was inside. For several moments all he could do was stand there shivering. Under his bosom his heart was pounding furiously. Julian could hear the gunslinger returning. Gareth ran up the stairs and back outside Julian's room. He'd show her who was boss. The door refused to open after he unlocked it. Several swift kicks removed the obstruction and then Gareth was in. There was no sign of Julia though. She was trying to hide from him. He checked the wardrobe and under the bed, but there was no sign of her. She can't of just vanished, he thought. The only way in or out of the room was through the door, which had been barricaded from the inside, or...through the window! She hadn't! He stuck his head out the window. She must have made a break for it along the narrow roof. He ran back to the hallway just in time to see Julian running down the stairs. For once, Julian was glad to see the saloon was packed out with guests. He could hear Yul close behind him, but where could he go? It was dark outside and he wouldn't be able to keep ahead of the gunslinger for long. Julian ran behind the bar and ducked down. The bartender decided not to protest when he saw Yul advancing towards him. In desperation, Julian picked up a bottle from behind the bar and lobbed it at the bald gunman. Yul was surprised, but managed to deflect it with his arm. Julian pulled more bottles from the bar and began throwing them at Yul as quickly as he could. Gareth deflected the bottles as best he could as he edged towards the bar. He liked his women with some spirit in them, but this whore was getting annoying. She was turning him into a laughing stock. This had to stop now! He pulled his gun from his holster and started firing into the bottles above the bar. Julian covered his head and cowered behind the bar as the bottles shattered, spraying him with alcohol and glass. "Drop your gun!" bellowed a voice from the door. Gareth turned and glared at the figure standing in the doorway. The figure moved forward into the light. Gareth's eyes saw the silver star on the man's chest. It was the sheriff. The sheriff's gun was pointed straight at him. Gareth knew he had about a fifty/fifty chance of 'killing' the sheriff before he was fatally wounded. If he was taken to the repair center there was a good chance his whole scheme would be found out. For now he was going to have to back off. He dropped the gun to the floor next to his feet and raised his hands. Julian cautiously poked his head above the bar to see what was going on. The sheriff saw the slightly dishevelled woman, "are you okay, miss?" he asked. Julian nodded and made his way over to the sheriff. He was conscious of the lawman watching him. He didn't seem to have the evil glint in his eye that Yul had. Even so, Julian was wary of his new savior. Gareth was watching the sheriff's eyes waiting for the one momentary lapse of concentration that he could exploit. As Julian reached the sheriff that moment came. The sheriff's eyes flicked over Julian's assets. Gareth dropped to the floor, grabbed his gun, and rolled to the side behind a table. The sheriff got off one shot that went wide. Gareth immediately returned fire. The sheriff was spun around by the impact and he went down. Gareth was annoyed that he had only hit the lawman in the arm. He had wanted to finish him off with one shot. Julian had dived to the floor when the short exchange of fire had started. He looked up to see the grinning gunslinger advancing on the wounded sheriff. Julian had to do something, if only to save himself from Yul. Then he saw how he could do it. The sheriff's gun had fallen just in front of Julian. He quickly picked it up and held it in both hands. He aimed it at Yul and squeezed the trigger. Gareth saw what he was up to a split-second before Julian fired. He flung himself backwards and he almost succeeded in evading the bullet. Julian staggered to his feet, still holding the gun. Yul was still moving. He was even starting to get back to his feet! Julian turned to the injured sheriff. "Do you have a horse?" "Yeah," the sheriff was a little surprised by the turn of events. His heroic rescue hadn't gone exactly as he had planned. It was surprises like these that made this vacation so much fun. He stood up and followed the saloon girl out into the night. The gunshot wound didn't hurt, just like the brochure had promised, but he had lost some mobility in his arm. His pure white horse was waiting where he had left it. He quickly vaulted into the saddle and pulled Julian up behind him with his good arm. Julian held on tight to the sheriff as they rode off. His dress was rucked up, exposing rather more of his thighs than he liked. He held on tight to the sheriff. This was the first time he had been on a horse and he wasn't sure he liked it. He became aware of how close he was to the sheriff. His breasts were crushed into the man's back. His face was mere inches away from the sheriff's body. Julian could smell the very male aroma coming from him. He wanted to trust his latest rescuer, but so far none of his experiences with men in Dodge City had been good ones. Back in the saloon, Gareth got to his feet just in time to see the sheriff and Julia ride off into the night. He touched the sore spot on his head where the bullet had grazed it. He picked up his hat and was angered to see the bullet hole in it. If Julia thought she had got away from him she was going to be very disappointed. The sheriff pulled up by the local jail. He dismounted and lifted Julian down. "Are you alright?" the sheriff asked him. "I've been better," Julian replied, "but thanks." They headed inside. "Aren't you going to put your horse away?" asked Julian. "Why?" answered the sheriff, "it isn't real, after all." "You're a guest here!" exclaimed Julian. He had hoped the sheriff wasn't just another computer controlled android. "So am I, but I'm in the wrong body!" "Pardon?" asked the bemused sheriff. "I wasn't put into the right body when I entered Dodge City. I tried to contact the control center, but something is going on there." The sheriff locked the main door behind him. "There. We'll be safe for tonight." "Thank you for helping me. Something must have gone wrong with the androids. That gunslinger shouldn't be following me like that." "Tomorrow morning we'll go find help and get your body problem sorted out." He held out a hand, "Martin Isaacs." "Sorry?" "My name," he replied with a small smile, "and you are?" "J-Julia Matthews." Julian decided to use the feminine name again instead of his own. He was still embarrassed by his condition. Suddenly he remembered Martin had been shot. "How is your arm?" "Stiff, but it doesn't hurt." His shirt was stained by fake blood. "It's probably best to bandage it anyway until you can get it fixed. At least it will stop the bleeding." Martin stripped to the waist while Julian found the first aid kit. Martin's chest was quite well muscled. If this was a true copy of his real body then he was obviously quite fit. Julian pushed such thoughts from his mind. The last thing he wanted was to be caught staring at Martin's chest. He set to the task of bandaging the wound. "How's that?" he asked "Thanks. I'm glad this isn't my real body. I'd be rolling in agony from this wound." Julian found himself fighting back a yawn. Martin saw the yawn, "You're tired. You stay here tonight and we'll contact the control center tomorrow." Julian nodded. He didn't want to risk going outside again and he was tired. "Do you have a bed in here?" The sheriff nodded, "there's a camp bed down in my office." Julian looked down past the cells to a small partitioned room. "What about you?" he asked, a little worried. Martin smiled. "There are beds in the cells. You get some sleep." "Okay, goodnight!" Julian was uncomfortably aware of Martin watching him as he walked down to the office. He looked back as he reached the door and Martin smiled and waved. Julian smiled back uncertainly and quickly went into the room. The door had no lock on it, but it was better than nothing. Unlike everyone else he had met here, Martin had showed Julian kindness. Even so, Julian still didn't trust him. The bed was functional, but fairly comfortable. Julian decided to keep some clothing on, just in case. He struggled out of his dress. The corset he was wearing underneath was constricting, but if he didn't feel safe enough to go naked. He was exhausted from all that he had been through that day and he was soon deeply asleep despite the discomfort. Martin found it difficult to get to sleep. Mainly because the beds in the cells were so uncomfortable, but partly because the woman sleeping in his office. He found Julia's story to be highly unlikely, but why would she lie? The body she had now was very beautiful. Martin wondered if her real body was as attractive. It wasn't really quite the adventure he'd been expecting. He had been rescued by the damsel in distress, but it had been more than entertaining enough. * * * * * * * * Julian glared at the black clothed gunslinger standing opposite him on the deserted street. The sun beat down mercilessly from directly overhead. The local populace looked on from windows and doorways. "Draw," demanded the gunslinger. Julian glanced down at his gun in its holster. Then, in one fluid motion, he drew his gun and aimed it at his opponent. The gunslinger had barely started drawing his own gun. Julian grinned and fired. Instead of the loud bang he expected to hear, Julian's gun just made a whirring noise. He looked at his gun and was shocked to see it was now a silver hairdryer. He looked down to see that his clothes had changed from a cowboy outfit to a tight dress revealing his now ample bosom. He looked up to see the gunslinger doubled up in laughter. Julian dropped the hairdryer and turned around looking for a way out. Everywhere he turned, however, he was surrounded by crowds of people. All of them were laughing and pointing at him. Julian screamed and sat bolt upright. It took him a few seconds to remember where he was. There was a knock at the office door. "Are you okay?" asked Martin anxiously from the other side. "Ummm...yeah," replied Julian. "I had a nightmare, I think." "Alright. The sun's up. When you're ready we'll go find someone in charge." Martin replied. "I'll be out in a minute." Julian struggled back into the dress. With Martin he would be able to avoid a repetition of the incident with the 'undertaker'. While Julian was getting dressed , Martin unlocked the main door and went to check his horse was ready. It was exactly where he had left it. "I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever get up." said a powerful voice. Martin span round to see the gunslinger who had almost 'killed' him the night before. "Oh, its you again. What do you want now?" "The same thing I wanted last night, sheriff. My woman." Yul replied in a threatening tone. "I think she made it quite clear last night that she isn't interested in you." Martin could feel his blood rushing from excitement. This is why he had come to Dodge City in the first place. Together the two men edged out into the middle of the street. Never taking their eyes off each other for an instant. Martin thanked his lucky stars that it wasn't his gun arm that had got shot the previous evening. "Draw," commanded the gunslinger. Martin tensed his arm and tried to judge when he should go for his gun. His opponent was totally still. The stand-off lasted for nearly a minute. Then in one quick motion, Martin snatched the gun from its holster. Even as he brought it up to fire, he could see he wasn't fast enough. The gunslinger fired three times in quick succession. The bullets span Martin around and threw him to the floor. Leisurely, Gareth walked over to the body and turned it over onto its back with his foot. He grinned. All three bullets had hit the sheriff straight in the chest. He delivered a few hefty kicks to make sure the sheriff was really dead. Finally convinced, he turned his attention to the jail. His feisty girl would almost certainly be hiding out in there. Julian flinched back from the crack in the curtain where he had been watching the fight. Martin had done his best, but he simply wasn't a match for the robotic gunslinger. Martin would be okay, but now nothing lay between the bald man and Julian. The jail had a weapons cabinet, but it was securely locked. He desperately tried to calm himself down and think of something. Gareth kicked open the door of the jail and stalked through it. Where was she? The jail was fairly sparsely furnished. A large desk and chair, some cells and an office at the far end. He walked down to the office and kicked the door in. A quick search revealed nothing. In his hiding place, Julian considered running for it. He knew that he wouldn't be able to get away. Gareth left the office. She had to be here, but where. Then he noticed a form under the covers of one of the cell beds. Quietly he walked into the cell. He grabbed the sheets and pulled them back in one quick motion. However, instead of the cowering girl he was expecting, all he found was pillows. What the hell was she playing at? he wondered. Then the door behind him slammed shut. Gareth rushed the door, but Julian had already managed to lock it. "Julia?" he said in disbelief, "open this door!" The girl laughed, "You'll be lucky." Gareth pulled his gun and aimed it straight between Julian's eyes. "Let me out or I'll blow your head off." "You've got a thing for headless corpses then?" Julian asked. Gareth was furious at himself for falling into her trap. "This won't hold me for long." He aimed his gun at the lock and fired. The cell door held, but Julian knew it wouldn't last for long. He hurried out of the jail as fast as his skirts would allow. His heart sank when he saw Martin's body. He knew that Martin would be up and around in a few hours, but it still hurt to see him lying there. He didn't have time to mourn the loss of his only friend in this nightmare. The repeated gunshots from the jail reminded him that his pursuer would soon be free. Julian turned from Martin's body to the horse, which was still standing where it had been left the night before. He ran round to its side. Putting his foot in the stirrup he managed to lift himself into the saddle. His dress bunched up around him as he steadied himself in the saddle. The horses were supposed to be as easy to ride as a bicycle, but Julian still felt uneasy. There was no time to waste getting used to the horse. Julian grabbed the reins and gave a small nudge with his heels to get it moving. The horse responded. He didn't feel safe at anything faster than a trot, but he had to get away now. He kicked with his heels and the horse accelerated. It was all he could do to hang on. He was convinced that the horse was going to throw him off at any second. Surprisingly quickly, Dodge City fell behind him. His plan, such as it was, to hide out in the surrounding hills until he could sneak back and contact the authorities. Back in the jail the lock finally shattered. Gareth wrenched the door open and ran outside. There was no sign of Julia. The sheriff's horse had also gone. Gareth punched a wooden beam in frustration. This was getting ridiculous! He liked a girl with some spirits, but this whore was starting to really annoy him. Well, he'd show her who was boss when he caught up with her. To be continued... -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /