Michelle the Conservation Officer by subby Female conservation officer rounds up trouble on her trained horse. You know Michelle. She was the popular girl in her class, very pretty and athletic with an attitude. It was that attitude that finally changed her life's outlook. She was an experienced horsewoman, growing up around horses all of her life. An excellent trainer as well as rider, she often rode her horses around rather than drive to her small town. When she had married, they bought a ranch with some horses so she could pursue her favorite hobby, raising and training horses. She also worked from home to help pay for her hobby, but grew bored quickly while working at a computer all day. She owned her own business, and ran it from her home computer, but her heart was with her passion in the pastures. One day she decided to see what the local paper had to offer and saw an ad from the Natural Resources department for outdoor conservation officers. She was an excellent shot, and hunted every fall. She was in great shape, working out two hours a day and could outwrestle most of her friends, even the boys and her husband too. And she knew the area. Adding up these traits made her realize she would be perfect for the job. She applied and was accepted. She closed her business and reported to the training academy for officers. Michelle worked, trained hard and graduated her officer's training with the highest honors. She was the most respected of the graduates and was easily able to secure a job patrolling near her home. The great part of her job was that she was able to do it on horseback, and she had been training her horse for any possible encounters. He was able to pin with his front hoof and hold suspects for her. She had him certified as a law enforcement horse and trained in crowd control as well so she could use him in her patrols. He could follow many one word commands and was very close to her. Her patrol area was fairly wide, and she mostly had to check licenses from the hunters and fisherman in the area. Today she was visiting the girls' rodeo ranch in her area to talk to the girls about her job. She had attended this camp many times as a young girl and learned many of her excellent riding and roping skills from the experience. During the question and answer session, one of the girls reported seeing a man hiding in the bushes on the riding trail that morning, but he wasn't mounted so he couldn't possibly catch her so she just rode off. Michelle asked her where she saw him and the girl gave a general description of the trail area where it comes to a thick, bushy area. Michelle immediately went back out on horseback patrol, and she rode along a well-traveled horse trail near the rodeo ranch. She wanted to see if there was someone still lurking in the area. She rode for a mile and half into the trail, inspecting the bushes along the side. He had waited along the path near the ranch hoping to see another woman on horseback, and readying his camera. He knew the campers from girls rodeo ranch rode this trail regularly. He heard the approaching sound of hooves smacking the trail. "At last," he thought. When she came into his viewfinder, he saw her conservation officer uniform and became frightened by the lawwoman, and he began breathing heavily. He did expect a woman on patrol to show up! He was still entranced by her beauty; she obviously worked out and her well-toned arms strained her shirt around her strong breasts. He thought, "what the heck, she'll just pass by. She's older than the campers I normally film, but why not?" He took out his member and began stroking it, watching her while filming, bringing her into focus. She was still a hundred yards way, and he could get some good shots. She rode closer and closer. He realized she would not turn around and he quietly turned off the camera and crouched. She heard a noise in the brush and her trained horse stopped. She turned him towards the sound, stopped, looked around and listened. She heard faint deep breathing, then looked and saw a figure crouching and moving in the bushes. He continued his fondling while watching her but suddenly stopped when she turned towards him. In his fear, he climaxed on the bush. He hurriedly pulled his shorts up, but tore them while doing so and they lay at his feet. He was now naked from the waist down! And she was looking right at him! He panicked, then sprinted away, his shorts hanging from one of his bare feet. She rode her horse over toward the bushes for a closer inspection, while he sprinted away from the trail into the bushy landscape. Knowing that she had at least a minute or two to inspect, she rode right over to the bush he was crouching behind and saw what she was looking for. She dismounted, snapped off a quick lab sample from the dripping bush, sealed it and then remounted. She commanded her mount with a flick of the reins and he galloped off hard in the direction the young man had run. She saw a glimpse of him in the distance and so did her horse and she rode hard towards his fleeing behind. He tired quickly from the sprint and knew he would have to try to hide again. But as he looked back, he saw her charging and felt the ground thundering from the churning hooves. He panicked again and breathing heavily, picked up his pace and kept running, while he felt the hooves pounding closer. He knew he would be caught and tossed his small camera into the bush. Michelle saw him throw something and she eased up her mount, checked the bush and noted it. She called on her radio for the local sheriff, then knowing it would take at least half an hour to get near her position on the trail, she decided to act alone and rode on after the man. "Trespassing, indecent exposure... what else?" she thought as she built her case in her head while her mount pounded towards her rapidly tiring prey. She slowed up again when she saw him running slower, and she gained ground quickly even at that moderate gallop. She rode the young man down, brushing him with her steed as she rode up alongside him. He stumbled and she rode by him then turned quickly, corralling him. He fell into her steed, bounced off him and onto the ground. He crawled slowly towards the nearest bushes in a last desperate attempt to escape, but she easily corralled him again, high stepping between his body and the bushes. He fell down exhausted and rolled over, holding his hands up. He was more afraid she was going to ride over him with those powerful hooves next. Michelle barked a quick command, "PIN!" to her mount, and her horse put a front hoof on the tired man's chest and held him with just enough pressure so he could not get up. "HOLD!" she commanded her mount. He was too tired to resist and even if he could he doubted that he could get the heavy hoof off his chest. He had to hope the stallion would not crush him and so he laid still, but had his hands around the hoof while trying to catch his breath. The steady pressure of the hoof kept his breathing to a labored gasp. She dismounted, and said, "I don't know what you were doing back there but I will soon find out. What did you throw in the bush?" He was too afraid to tell this lawwoman that he loved to take secret pictures of horsewomen who rode the trail from the nearby girls' camp. It wouldn't be so bad, but he frequently pleasured himself also while watching them ride. "WHAT WAS IT?!" she repeated. She was now standing next to him looking down at him. He could see her knee-high boots in her uniformed pants. He hoped she could not find where he threw the camera, but he could not take any chances. "Just garbage." he gasped. "We'll see about that. Do not try to escape. If my horse senses you attempting to escape, he is trained to increase his pressure slowly until the motion stops, so I wouldn't try anything." Michelle walked back towards the direction where he had been running, retracing his steps through the broken grass. She was an excellent outdoor tracker and easily found his steps. He saw her walking to the bush where he threw the camera in and he realized she would probably find it. Then he'd be in big trouble. He decided it was worth it to test her horse. After all, this was just a stupid animal right? He tried to lift the strong hoof and then attempted to arch his back to roll the hoof, but he saw in horror as the horse turned the hoof up away from him and began to step down harder with the sharp toe. The trained horse looked right at him and increased the pressure towards the front of the hoof until he saw the squirming man stop writhing. He lay still for a moment trying to catch a breath and realized as he felt the toe ease up that laying still eased the pressure from the sharp hoof. Michelle found what the man had thrown, a small video camera. It was something like the one she owned, so she immediately knew how to rewind it and see what he had been filming. She rewound while playing and saw herself on her mount approach, then he zoomed in on her body, focusing in on her chest, her face and finally her crotch in the saddle. Before her on the tape were some of the campers. She angrily turned off the camera and started walking back. He saw her holding the camera, and knew he was busted. The horse sensed hard breathing from the victim, then stillness and eased up a bit on the hoof. Then the young man got a burst of desperate energy and rolled again. This time he was successful rolling the hoof off him and he tried to get up and run. When she heard her horse whinny, she looked and she saw the young man crawling away. "PIN!" she yelled and her mount began stamping around the crawling man, menacing him with the sharp hooves. The horse caught part of his shirt, which was the only thing he was wearing now and held him for a moment by it. He rolled away, tearing it from him and he was free again! Michelle sprinted back to the scene in time to see the now naked young man get up and make another escape attempt. He was on the run again. The horse stomped the shirt and then began to give chase but Michelle whistled and he immediately stopped and ran to her. She mounted quickly, thundering after the suspect while taking out her trusty rope. She quickly caught up to him again and this time she paced him and commanded her steed: "TRIP!" and her horse kicked his front hoof into the back of the young man's leg and with a scream he tumbled into a clearing. She decided not to waste time corralling him again but slowly walked her mount over to the fallen man, who was attempting to get up again. He stumbled away, limping badly from her steed's kick, while she took out her rope and increased her horse's pace to a trot. His kicked leg stabbed with pain on each step as he limped away, and he couldn't help but look back and he saw her easily riding him down again. He tried to run away serpentine while moving his legs wildly to avoid those hooves. But this time instead of a vicious kick, he saw her move quickly when she reached him and he felt a rope encircle him and grab, tightening around his chest and holding his arms. She stopped her horse immediately and like a rodeo calf, the now naked young man tumbled to the ground again. He was tied to the tightening rope as the horse started stepping back and it tightened even more around his chest and arms. Michelle dismounted and inspected her exhausted victim. She stepped on his back, whistled softly and the horse stopped pulling her quarry. She held him now and she took out her book and started writing while her black riding boot rested along his spine. She looked at him disdainfully and asked his name. He refused to speak. She presented him with her evidence, read him his rights, then took out her handcuffs and proceeded to lock his hands behind his back as she told him he was being arrested for indecent exposure as well as voyeurism and trespassing. He was shorter than she was and she guessed him to be in his mid-twenties and built slightly. She commanded her horse, "EASY" and he let the rope slacken up while she lifted her captured suspect to his feet. She pulled his hair, pulling his head back while she made him look at her, and informed him that she would ride him to the nearest highway where he would taken by the sheriff to the county jail. She asked him if he wanted to try to cover up, handing him his shredded shirt. He obviously could not while cuffed, so he shook his head no and the shredded shirt dropped to the ground. They were about a half mile from where he might find his shorts, she told him. "Can you make it that far? It 's the only way to cover up before you spend the night behind bars. I'd recommend it." she said. She mounted, then turned and began to pull him along behind her, keeping a tight rein on her quarry. She began to ride back to the trail. He was forced to follow, naked and handcuffed. He tried to step gingerly on his kicked leg but the rope pulled him closer to the back hooves and swishing tail as he was pulled along rather than being led. Michelle looked back to make sure he was keeping up. Once when she saw the rope slacken up she made sure to step up the trot until she was pulling him again. He had run from her in some thick brush and she decided to pull him through the brush rather than wait for him to catch up in order to save time back to the trail, besides she could see no other way out. As he was pulled, the bushes snapped back from the horse and whipped back into his legs and pelvic area. He pleaded with her to slow down, but she kept up her pace through the bushes. When they had cleared the brush, they were still a couple hundred yards from the trail, and the well-whipped suspect stumbled and finally fell unconscious into the tall grass. Michelle felt the rope tighten and looked back. She dragged her whipped quarry for a short time, but then stopped her mount and stepped down. She slapped the man's face, trying to wake him up. He came to, then saw her holding him and passed out in fear. She lifted his limp body up onto her shoulders, and then lifted his prone body onto her saddle. She tied his cuffed hands under her mount to his tied legs and then tested her knots by shaking him a bit. Satisfied that he would not fall off, she walked her horse back to the trail where she had found him. She looked around, found his shorts, and was able to put them on him before leading him off the trail to the sheriff's car. Just another routine day on the trail of justice for Officer Michelle.