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From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Sex In The Wild Wild West (M+F+, bd, rape,sex galore)[1/4]
Date: 16 Nov 1995 04:20:51 GMT

		      Sex In The Wild Wild West
			       Part One
			     Missionaries

	It was a dark and stormy night...

	That's a pretty trite way to begin a story, but it's true. The
wind was howling like a son-of-a-bitch and the downpour outside was
making life miserable for anyone foolish enough to venture out in it.
I'd taken refuge in cheap dive down by the harbor where I could drink
cheap beer and watch the whores. The whores had all given up on me,
but they were fun to watch anyway, as they flashed their tits at the
suckers, trying to lure them on. My last beer was about gone and I was
wondering if I could con the bartender into running me a tab when Matt
Gromley, a sometime acquaintance, was blown in out of the storm. Two
other damn fools were with him, but they were so encased in slickers
that I had no idea who they were. The three of them took a table in
the back of the room and I heard Matt order a bottle.

	Matt was about like me, never had enough money for more than a
couple of beers, so I figured he must have found himself a real
sucker. I was idly trying to decide if it would be worth my while to
join them when Matt pulled a stool up beside me.

	"Yo Nate. Still hanging around? That beer looks about dry, buy
you another?"

	I was more than a little taken aback. Matt almost never had
any money, and when he did, he never bought drinks. I knew he would
expect something in return, but I'd about decided that my chances with
the bartender were nil, so I really didn't give a shit. I nodded my
assent and a fresh beer appeared in front of me.

	"Why don't you bring your beer and join us in back? We've got
a fresh bottle," Matt said.

	I knew damn well he had a fresh bottle, and my mouth was
salivating at the thought of it. I still didn't know what he wanted,
but for a crack at that bottle, I was willing to listen to anything.

	When I got back there, Matt poured me a drink and then
introduced me to his two companions. The first one he introduced as
Colonel Broaddus. The Colonel was a tall, slim man, dark hair, silver
at the temples. The second one was still bundled up in the slicker.
When Matt introduced her as Mrs Broaddus, I understood why. A woman,
especially a married woman, had no business in that den of pimps,
whores and cheap liquor. For the life of me, I couldn't understand
what she was doing there. We had a couple of drinks and shared several
stories, mostly about my adventures leading wagon trains across the
plains, but she never said a word.

	After about half an hour they left. I was still wondering what
they wanted with me, but after I discovered that they'd left better
than half the bottle I decided not to worry about it. I had a fine
hangover when Matt woke me up the next morning.

	"Nate, get your ass up and get presentable. The Colonel and
Mrs Broaddus want to see you."

	"Wh-what the fuck are you talking about?"

	"The Colonel and Mrs Broaddus. You remember, those people I
introduced you to last night. I think they want to offer you a job, so
you better make yourself decent and get on down to the hotel."

	"A job? What the fuck do you mean?" I hadn't had a job in so
long I'd forgotten what it was like to have change in my pocket.

	"Yeah, a job. They need someone to drive their wagons across
the plains. I don't know that you're the best, but you're the best
that's available. So get yourself together. I'll see you over at the
hotel."

	I couldn't believe it, a real job. I knocked the dust off of
my shirt and had and hurried over to the hotel.

	Matt was waiting in the lobby and took me into the dining room
where the Colonel and Mrs Broaddus were having breakfast. The way I
felt, I damn near threw up at the sight of food, so it didn't bother
me a bit when all they offered me was coffee. I really needed another
drink to settle my stomach and clear my head, but I figured that could
wait, at least until after the interview.

	"Mr. Singletry," the Colonel began. That's me, Richard
Nathaniel Singletry, but I go by Nate. I can't remember the last time
somebody put "Mr" in front of my name. Son-of-a-bitch or asshole was
more what I was used to. "my wife and I are leading a dedicated group
of missionaries to convert the heathen Sioux."

	That got my attention. If they really planned to take their
bible thumping ways to the Sioux, the only thing they were likely to
change would be their chances at a long life. I took a long look at
both of them. Anybody that fucking crazy, deserved at least that. The
Colonel was just as I remembered him - tall, thin, with a high
sweeping forehead. His wife still hadn't said a word, but now that she
wasn't covered up with the slicker, I could see her - at least part of
her. She had a good face, strong but not too strong, soft lips and the
kind of eyes that made me weak in the knees. Long blond hair hung down
to her shoulders, but the rest of her was covered with a black dress,
from her neck to her ankles. But even that dress couldn't hide the
face that there was a good looking body underneath it. I just felt it
was a shame she was going out west to commit suicide. Fortunately, it
didn't have anything to do with me.

	"Mr Singletry, Mr Gromley tells us you're the best wagon
master in the business. Somehow I doubt that you're the best, but you
are the best we've talked to. We'd like you to lead us to the
heathen."

	I'd been expecting this, and I was ready. No Sir, I'm sorry,
but I can't do that. When I lead a train I try to stay away from the
Sioux. People that don't have a way of winding up dead. And from what
you tell me, you don't just want to go across their land, you want to
meet up with them. Take my advice. Go back to New York or wherever you
came from and leave the Sioux alone. We'll all be happier for it."

	I pushed my chair back and got up. "As for me, I'll be on my
way. I've got some unfinished business I need to tend to."

	Mrs Broaddus spoke up for the first time. "Mr Singletry, we're
offering five dollars a day, plus meals."

	That stopped me. I was used to a dollar a day and having to
fend for myself for meals. "What would I be expected to do for this
money, Mrs Broaddus?"

	"Just take care of our wagons and horses and lead us across
the plains, Mr Singletry. Mr Gromley will be along as scout and
handyman and the rest of the women will take care of the cooking and
cleaning."

	I knew what Matt was along for. The only thing he was handy
with was a gun. "How many people are in this party?"

	"Not counting you and Mr Gromley, there's twelve of us. Four
men and eight women."

	I wasn't ready to admit it, but she'd gotten me when she
mentioned $5. For that kind of money I'd of introduced them to Sitting
Bull. And if the rest of the women looked anything like she did, I
might just get lucky.

				* * *

	So it were fourteen of us altogether who made the trek out
west to save the heathen Indians. Our leader, Colonel Broaddus, was a
civil war vet and still liked to keep the title. I said he was our
leader, but if the truth were known, his wife, Angela, made all the
decisions. She led him around by the nose and the rest of us followed.
I was never sure why the rest of them followed her, but I knew what my
motives were. She paid me regular and I kept hoping against hope to
get into her pants. If she hadn't been so damned straight laced, I'd
of balled her in a second. But we were a month out of St Louis. I'd
given up on getting laid and was just hoping to get a smile out of
her, but so far I hadn't even gotten that. I figured it was just one
of God's practical jokes - all those good looks wasted on a frigid,
domineering bitch like her.

	Their daughter, Susan, had inherited her mothers good looks,
but fortunately, not her attitudes, except when it came to sex. Like
her dad, she was a Milquetoast. Whatever her mother said, that's what
she did. I knew I was never going to get anywhere near her, but at
least she smiled at me.

	The Colonel's assistant, Major Bromley, was a portly man. Not
much good for anything, but he could thump a bible with the best of
them. I don't think he'd ever been in the war, but he was the
Colonel's assistant, so I guess that's where he got the title. Agnes,
his wife, was almost as big around as he was. At least she had been
when we'd left St Louis. But a month on the road was starting to slim
her down already, and the hornier I got, the better she was starting
to look. To be honest, she didn't really look that bad anyway, but
losing another 20 or 30 pounds wouldn't hurt her. Like a lot of heavy
women, she had a very pretty face and was really quite attractive,
despite her girth. She was Angela's assistant and made damn sure the
rest of the women stayed in line.

	The rest of the Colonel's following consisted of Ned and
Maggie Smith, Bob and Priscilla Parker, and three single women, Mabel,
Lucille and Rachel. Oh, and Matt and me of course.

	If it hadn't of been for the drab clothes they wore every one
of the women, even fat Agnes, would have turned heads anywhere she
went. I don't know if beauty was one of the Colonel's prerequisites to
join the group or not, but it sure seemed that way. After Angela,
Priscilla was my favorite. But Bob was a giant of a man and I was
afraid he had a jealous streak to match his strength. At any rate, he
was big enough that I didn't want to take the chance. All of them were
lookers. It was just too bad they wore those ugly clothes.

	It turned out that their ugly clothes were a requirement. The
Colonel's brand of Christianity required the women to be excessively
modest in everything they did. So they all wore plain black skirts
that swept the ground. Their matching blouses had long sleeves and a
high collar that fit high around the neck. And no makeup of course. On
special days they'd decorate themselves with a bit of white lace.

	Matt and I had been picked to join the group at the last
minute. Matt because he could speak Sioux and was good with a gun and
me because I could drive the wagons and knew my way across the desert
and the mountains. But neither of us had ever really fit in. The
Colonel and his group were bringing Christianity to the heathen
Indians, but Matt and I just wanted to get laid. The two of us had
long talks and we'd of both given almost anything to get under some of
those skirts, but we also knew it would be worth our jobs to even try.

	The closest I ever got to any of them was one afternoon after
we'd camped near a stream. I'd snuck away to get a couple hours of
sleep while they set up camp, and found a dandy place on a high rock
overlooking the stream, but out of everybody's sight. I guess I'd been
up there for about half an hour when I was woken up by the women
laughing as they walked down to the stream. Curiosity beat out my need
for sleep and I peered over the edge of the rock to see what they were
doing. All thoughts of sleep disappeared when they all peeled off
their black dresses and started washing them in the stream. And they
made quite a sight, kneeling there in their white bloomers and stays.
The good Christian boy my mamma raised would have backed out of there
and never said a word to anyone, but I'd long since outgrown that
shit. I just knew that I was finally going to get a chance to see what
they really looked like.

	It wasn't long before Angela stood up, stripped off her undies
and dove cleanly into the water. The rest of them followed right
behind her. I knew better than to try and sneak any closer; I'd get
caught for sure, and that would mean my job. Even at that distance, I
could make out their well shaped tits and the darker spot at the
juncture of their thighs. With a fertile imagination like mine, just
watching them gave me enough memories to last a good long while.

	I just couldn't figure these bible thumpers out. They'd all
given up comfortable lives back east, just so they could bring
civilization to the heathen Indians. Now here we were, camped at the
foothills of the Rockies and the heathens were about to tell us that
they didn't want our fucking civilization.

	Our camp had been overrun during the night. I'm not sure how,
I think Bromley had gone to sleep or something, but I really don't
know. Growley and Ned Smith had both been killed trying to defend the
camp, but it had been useless. With those two dead, there were only
four of us men against about a hundred Indians. It was over in a
hurry, and now we were sitting with our wrists and ankles tied, under
the watchful eyes of those heathens we were going to civilize.

	Then their Chief addressed us. I was amazed that he spoke
better English than I did. He gave us a long speech about how he had
been taken east as a child and raised in New York, but eventually he
had gotten fed up with the white man's ways and come back to his
people. The one thing he did miss though was the burlesque shows.
Indian women just couldn't get the hang of it. So he was going to have
our women put on a little show for all of us to enjoy. After the show
was over, they'd keep what they wanted and the rest of us could go on
about our business.

	I have to admit, I thought it was a pretty good deal. We were
going to get out with our lives and it sounded like we were going to
get to see the women strip as well. I hadn't had a woman since we'd
left St Louis over two months ago, and every one of these was a good
looker. Even the fat one had started to look better as the trip wore
her down. If the Indians kept any of the women, well, them's the
breaks. At least the rest of us would still be alive.

	Major Bromley, however, was having none of it. He was at his
bible thumping best. "No, no," he screamed. "You can't force them to
do that! These are good Christian women! They'll die before they'll
submit to your bestial demands!"

	The Chief nodded at one of his henchmen. One round from
Growley's pistol and Bromley joined Ned and Matt, face down in the
dirt.

	"Is there anyone else who objects to my program?" the Chief
asked.

	Needless to say, the Colonel, Bob Parker and I just sat there.

	The Indians formed a circle and the ladies were led into the
center of it. While we had been sitting there, some of the squaws had
been supervising them while they had been getting dressed. And they
did look nice - even in their black skirts. They were all wearing
plenty of lace and had on full petticoats. Each one of them looked
like she was ready for a night on the town and it wasn't even 9 in the
morning yet.

	One item of apparel I know wasn't in their bags. They were
each wearing a collar with a leash attached and they each had a squaw
to lead them around. One quick turn around the circle to show us their
finery and they were led to a small knoll overlooking the circle. Out
of the way, but they could see everything that went on.

	Then the Chief called Mrs Broaddus to the center of the
circle. First he apologized for the quality of the music, but there
was only so much you could do with a tom-tom.

	Now do not try my patience Mrs Broaddus. I expect you to dance
until we get tired of watching you. You might have to take all your
clothes off."

	"All my clothes? Then I'd be naked? Naked? You expect me to
strip naked? The Colonel's never seen me naked. No! There's no way
that I am going to bare myself for you."

	"I didn't say you were going to have to. I only said that I
expected you to dance until we got tired of watching, and that you
might have to take all your clothes off. I'm going to ask you one more
time, Mrs Broaddus. Are you going to dance for us or not?"

	"I certainly am not! The nerve! To think that I would even
consider disrobing in front of you... "

	The Chief didn't say another word. The squaw dropped the leash
and Angela looked around for someplace to escape to. I don't know
where she thought she was going to go, but it didn't matter. Two of
the Indians grabbed her by the arms and held her in the middle of the
circle. Then the squaw grabbed Angela's dress at the neck and
literally ripped it off of her. Another rip and her petticoats joined
the ruined dress. A screaming, blushing Angela was revealed to us in
her bodice, bloomers and stockings.

	The squaw had moved so quickly that none of us had had a
chance to react, although I'm not sure what we could have done anyway.
Despite his bonds, the Colonel had started to jump up, but one of the
braves placed a knife warningly against his neck and he quieted back
down.

	I guess Angela thought they were going to stop there. Most of
her clothes were off - the only thing she had left was her underwear.
She was still blushing and doing her best to cover herself, but she
was regaining some of her composure.

	The squaw took the Chief's knife and menacingly advanced
toward Angela. "Kill me if you want, but I won't allow myself to be
debased this way! I won't take anymore of my clothes off. I won't
submit to your profane desires!" she screamed.

	But Angela had misunderstood the squaw's intentions. A few
quick cuts and the few scraps of dress that remained were removed.
Then the squaw placed the knife against her neck.

	Ever the proud stoic, Angela raised her head high, revealing
the full line of her throat. "Go ahead, cut my throat. But please make
it quick. After disgracing me like this, I can never show myself with
decent folk again anyway."

	One quick slice of the knife and the bodice fell away. Angela
was nude from the waist up. She barely had time to gasp as her breasts
sprang into view before the knife was slipped in the waistband of her
bloomers. Her proud stoicism vanished like a whisp of smoke.

	"OHMIGOd!!" she screamed. "MY BREASTS, THEY'RE NAKED! MY GOD,
WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME? WHAT ARE YOU DOING NOW? OH NO, NOT THAT! OH
PLEASE DON'T DO THAT! NOT MY PANTS! LEAVE ME MY BLOOMERS AT LEAST!
LEAVE ME SOME MODESTY. DON'T DISGRACE ME COMPLETELY. PLEASE DON'T TAKE
MY BLOOMERS OFF TOO! THEN I'LL BE COMPLETELY NAKED!! OH PLEASE, PLEASE
DOOOOOOOOOOON'T... "

	The bloomers were gone! And she was absolutely right. She was
naked. Butt fucking naked except for her shoes and stockings. And the
squaw was busy working on those. In less time than she had spent
discussing her unveiling, Angela had been stripped naked and her
shredded clothing was piled in front of her. By now, even her shoes
and stockings were gone. The only thing she had on was her collar and
her leash.

	I said she was a handsome woman. I was wrong, she was
beautiful. With the two braves holding her arms the way they were she
was fully exposed and I couldn't help but admire her. I think I said
earlier that she was about 40, but despite her age, her breasts were
full and firm with none of that sag that normally attacks women her
age. Her areoles were the size of silver dollars and the nipples were
already hard from this uninvited exposure. The way her hips swelled
out from her slender waist reminded me of a 20 year old. I know it was
wrong of me, but I was hoping the Chief did strip her daughter, just
so we could compare the two. I rather suspected the mother would come
out the winner. Angela was blushing before, but now that she was
naked, her whole body was tinged with pink. It made a fine accent for
the fine mesh of blond pubic hair which barely covered the lips of her
pussy.

	Angela was in tears. When the Indians released her, she made a
desperate grab for her ruined clothing in a feeble attempt to find
something, anything to cover herself with. But the squaw would have
none of that. Grabbing Angela's leash, she led her around the circle
again, but this time the once proud Angela was doing everything she
could to conceal her finery.

	If our situation hadn't been so precarious, I'd of had to
laugh. But she did look ludicrous - hunkered over to make herself as
small as possible, one arm was shielding her tits, but the nipples
poked out anyway, and the other hand was over her crotch. And the way
she was hobbling along after the squaw, with her knees held tightly
together, I thought she was going to fall over.

	But she was determined nobody would see her cunt. About
halfway around the circle, the squaw stopped to let some Indians
examine her up close. That's when the depths of her predicament became
apparent to her. One of the Indians grabbed her ass. When Angela moved
her hands to protect her backside, other hands immediately covered her
exposed tits and twat, tweaking her nipples and pulling her pubic
hair. Angela was starting to go into hysterics when the squaw led her
away. Eventually, she ended up in front of the Chief, sobbing
hysterically and still futilely trying to cover herself.

	The Chief appraised his captive for a few minutes. Then he had
the squaw turn her around so he could appraise her rump. Her hands
were slapped down and they forced her to stand up straight so the
braves were treated to an unobstructed view of her tits and pussy.
Angela was blushing before. Under this scrutiny she was really
blushing. This was the ultimate degradation, stripped naked and put on
public display. But she must have been getting a little excited. It
might have been the tweaking they had been subjected to earlier, but
her nipples were hard and erect.

	The Chief's appraisal went on for so long that Angela was
starting to get edgy. Surely he hadn't stripped her just so he could
see what she looked like. But it seemed like that's all that was going
to happen. It was mortifying, standing there naked while the Chief and
his Indians looked at her breasts, buttocks and pubic area, but if
that's all that was going to happen she knew she should be grateful.
At least no one was touching her anymore. She had expected to be
raped, and thought she'd rather die, but she was certain she could
endure this. She just hoped that nothing worse happened to any of the
other women. Then she learned that being stripped publicly wasn't the
ultimate degradation.

	The Chief nodded and the squaw forced her to bend over and
place her hands on her knees. Her feet were kicked apart and then she
was told to spread them some more. Bent over like that with her legs
spread, she know that her most private parts, her anus and vulva, were
completely exposed to the eyes of her captor. And not only his eyes,
but his hands as well. She lost what little composure she had left
when she felt his hands on her crotch and his fingers probing inside
her vagina. Her skin was crawling and it took every bit of her
strength not to scream, even before his thumb invaded her anus. Angela
was trembling and almost in hysterics again. The Chief had inserted
his thumb in her anus and his fingers were inside her vagina. Other
hands were rubbing her buttocks, her breasts and pinching her nipples.
From somewhere, other fingers seemed to be mauling her delicate
clitoris. Then, as quickly as they had started, the hands were taken
away.

	"Mrs Broaddus, straighten up and turn around. I like for
people to look at me when I'm talking to them. No, don't bother trying
to cover yourself. We've already seen everything you've got to offer,
and I like to be able to look at the people I'm talking to as well."

	Angela quickly put her hands at her sides and stood there,
meekly listening to what the Chief had to say.

	"There's another of your customs that I learned to enjoy while
I was in New York. Spanking, I think you call it. It's something
that's normally given to children, but I've found it to be most
satisfactory when administered to a grown woman. You've displeased me
so you're going to be punished, and those hips of yours are nice and
soft and look like they can take a great deal. But I'm going to give
you a choice. Would you prefer a spanking on your bare bottom or would
you rather have an Indian whipping given to you by the squaws?"

	"You wouldn't spank me! You can't whip me like a child! You've
already humiliated me enough without putting me over some man's knee.
You've stripped me naked for God's sakes, and done it in front
everyone. Hasn't that been punishment enough?"

	"Mrs Broaddus, you haven't been punished at all yet. Now,
which will it be?"

	"Omigod, you're serious, aren't you? You really do intend to
whip me. But why? What reason have I given you to want to whip me?"

	"I don't need a reason, Mrs Broaddus. The fact that I want to
is reason enough. Added to that though, you refused to do what I
asked. Your refusal and the fact that your delectable rear end just
looks like it's begging for a spanking is more than enough reason to
give it one."

	"Ohhh God. W-w-what is this Indian whipping like?"

	"A flogging, Mrs Broaddus. Given by five of my squaws. I
promise you, when they're done, you'll know you've been whipped. And I
know you'll be well marked. But at least you won't have to endure the
humiliation of being turned over my knee. Now hurry up and make up
your mind. You're starting to try my patience. If you don't decide
soon, I'll make sure you get both."

	"A-a-a flogging!? Oh God, I know I couldn't stand that. If, if
I'm going to have to submit to more punishment, I'll... I'll take the
spanking. At least with that, I know what to expect. Where are you
going to spank me? You... you will take me someplace private, I hope.
You won't spank me here in public, will you?"

	"Where am I going to spank you? Why, I'm going to spank you on
your bare ass, Mrs Broaddus. Where else does one get a spanking? And
if you were wondering where we are going to be while I'm spanking you,
we're going to be right here where your husband and everyone else can
watch you jump. Might do him some good to learn how to get your
attention. Now get over here and let's get started or would you like a
flogging as well."

	Sobbing in embarrassment, Angela clamored over his lap, her
pelvis resting on his right leg and her naked breasts flopping against
his left. He carefully positioned her with her ass elevated and turned
so that we could see it. With her head down like that, I know she was
trying to picture how she must look to us with her ass facing us like
it was. Almost involuntarily, her legs and ass cheeks clenched tight
and her ass seemed to blush a little more. Then he proceeded to wallop
her butt. I was fascinated as the color of her delicate skin turned
first to a darker pink and then to bright red. Angela tried to be a
stoic about the whole thing, but I was sure that wouldn't last. She
did better than I expected though. Up until her ass started to turn
bright red she kept her mouth shut and her legs tightly clenched
together. Then something broke inside of her and suddenly she was
kicking, screaming and wailing loud enough to wake the dead.

	SMACK! THWACK! SMACK! "Aiiee! Oh God! You're killing me!"
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! "My bottom, my poor bottom," THWACK! THWACK!
"You're peeling the skin off it, I know" THWACK! "you are." THWACK!
THWACK!

	The Chief sort of smiled at this, but kept right on beating
her ass. I don't know if she was aware of it or not, or even if she
cared at that point, but the way her legs were flailing around she was
displaying all of her innermost secrets. She'd kept everybody but the
Chief from seeing them before, but now her cunt and asshole were fully
exposed to all of us.

	THWACK! "Oh God, I can't take any more!" THWACK! "Please give
me another chance," THWACK! "Please let me dance for you!" THWACK!

	"You can't strip any more, Mrs Broaddus. You're naked. Your
clothes were ripped off of you, remember?" THWACK! THWACK! "And that's
what the dance was all about."

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Sex In The Wild Wild West (M+F+, bd, rape,sex galore)[2/4]
Date: 16 Nov 1995 04:23:14 GMT

		      Sex In The Wild Wild West
			       Part Two

	"Oh God, Please stop beating me." THWACK! "My bottom is
burning so bad." THWACK! THWACK! "I've, I've got more clothes, really
I do." THWACK! "Oh, oh, oh please, I'll go put them on and then I'll
strip for you." THWACK! THWACK! "I'll do anything you want, really I
will."

	THWACK! "No, I don't think so, Mrs Broaddus. I think you're
going to do anything I want anyway. Now you just lie here and be
patient. I'll be through in a little while."

	Angela sort of gave up at that. But she sure didn't quit
screaming or flailing about. She'd shown us her cunt before. Now she
was showing us the inside of it.

	When the Chief finished her spanking, her entire bottom was
cherry red and she had been reduced to whimpering and weeping.

	Holding her in position, the Chief began massaging the
buttocks he had so recently punished. Under this gentle touch,
Angela's ass began to move involuntarily in time with his rubbing, but
she was really moving it when he ran his fingers down her slit. She
was still sobbing and whimpering, but she was grinding her crotch
against his leg. "See how responsive she is," the Chief told his
squaw. "And look at her snatch. It's dripping and begging me to stick
something in it. But not now. She didn't want to play, so now she has
to pay. Take her and feed her to the ants. They should keep this twat
nice and warm until we're ready for her."

	Blushing deeply at the way her body had betrayed her, Angela
was led to the edge of the circle where she was staked out, face down
in the dirt and spreadeagled. I don't think it was lost on Angela that
in this position, her ass was available to them for whatever they
might want to use it for, whether it was another whipping or sticking
something in it. Nonetheless, I think it was a real surprise when she
found out what they had planned for her. One of the Indians had found
our supplies and handed the squaw a jar of syrup which she poured down
the crack of her ass and rubbed all over her pussy - "just to sweeten
it up a bit."

	While they had been staking her out, one of the squaws had
been busy with Bromley. Cutting his prick off, she carried it over to
where Angela was, stuffed it in her mouth and tied it in place with a
bit of her ruined clothing.

	Leaving the woman in her misery, with ants already crawling
over her cunt and the dead prick filling her mouth, the Chief called
for Mrs Bromley.

	"Oh no," she cried. "Haven't you done enough with poor Angela?
Why do you need me too?"

	"Come along now, Mrs Bromley. You wouldn't want her to suffer
alone, would you? You know what they say, `misery loves company,' so
get down here and quit blubbering."

	Sobbing, Agnes Bromley picked her way down the hill to where
the Chief was. Like he had with Angela, he explained in detail what he
wanted her to do.

	"Oh God, please no!" she wept. "Shoot me, let me join my
husband, but please don't strip me of my dignity."

	Her begging did no good at all, other than getting her out of
having to dance. The squaws had learned how effective the knife was at
removing clothes, so she was probably stripped even faster than Angela
had bee

	n. In less time than it would have taken me to say "Agnes,
take your clothes off," she was just as naked as Angela was. And just
like Angela had been, she was shown off to everyone in the circle, and
then presented to the Chief. Her short, plump body didn't look bad at
all. None of those rolls of fat I had expected. She was just a smooth
pudgy body with tits and a cunt. Or she would have been smooth if it
hadn't been for her cunt hair. Her snatch was thickly covered with the
most incredible mass of pubic hair I had ever seen. The curly hairs
even covered her lower belly and part of the inside of her legs. It
was literally a pelt. Of course the Chief had her spread her legs so
everyone could see and feel it. After she had been thoroughly poked
and prodded, just to make sure there really was a pussy under all that
hair, the Chief addressed her.

	"Mrs Broaddus got the spanking, Agnes. So you're going to get
to show us how the whipping is done."

	Agnes' jaw went slack. She'd been speechless ever since they
started stripping her, but now she truly didn't know what to say. She
was sure she wasn't going to be showing anyone how a whipping was
done. Rather, they were going to be showing her. And she knew it was
going to be on her body that she was shown. She was already screaming
as the braves carried her over to a nearby tree. Her wrists were tied
together and the rope was thrown over a branch of the tree. Then Agnes
was hauled up until her feet were dangling off of the ground. I hate
to admit it, but Agnes looked even better like this. Stretched out the
way she was, her body had more shape and wasn't quite so round. Her
arms pulled over her head like they were caused her tits to stick
straight out. Like I said before, she'd lost a lot of weight since we
left St Louis, but a few more pounds would be all right. I had no
doubt that by the time this ordeal was over she would have lost that
and then some. Hell, if we ever got back to civilization, she'd
probably be a damn good looking woman.

	Five of the squaws gathered around her, each one carrying a
vicious looking leather strap. First, each of them grabbed a handful
of her pubic mat and tugged vigorously, coming away with a handful of
cunt hair. Then they proceeded to lash her with the straps until she
was spinning around and around. As soon as the rope was twisted tight,
Then they started lashing her in the other direction. They continued
lashing her in this fashion, first to the left and then to the right,
until Agnes' body was a mass of welts from her shoulders to the back
of her calves. Even her tits and pussy had gotten their share. Her
tits were crimson and the only thing protecting her pussy was what she
had left of that wonderful pelt.

	Finally the Chief had them cut her down and told them to stake
her out near Angela. But Angela was on her belly, with her ass in the
air. Agnes was stretched out flat on her back.

	The Chief sat down beside her and began speaking in a gentle
tone. "Mrs Bromley, earlier you expressed a desire to join your
husband. If you haven't learned your lessons yet, you might still get
the chance. But I don't think you'd really enjoy that, and it would be
a terrible waste of this fat pussy. With that he combed his fingers
through her fleece and began diddling her clit. Still speaking in a
conversational tone, he asked, "Have you heard of scalping, Mrs
Bromley? Let me explain it to you. It's normally done on a living
person, and from what I've been told is not a pleasant experience."
With his other hand, he grabbed the dead Bromley and pulled him up by
his hair. A quick slice with the knife and Bromley's scalp came away
in his hand. "Now Mrs Bromley, you can either do what you're told, or
I'm going to scalp you, HERE!" He tightened his grip on her fleece and
laid the bloody knife on the side of her cunt.

	Agnes was in hysterics. "OH GOD NO, PLEASE NO, I'LL DO
ANYTHING, WHATEVER YOU WANT, ANYTHING, JUST PLEASE DON'T DO THAT."

	"Anything, Mrs Bromley?"

	"OH YES, ANYTHING, ANYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO. JUST DON'T
SCALP ME LIKE THAT! I COULDN'T STAND THAT!"

	One of the braves strode over to Agnes. Lifting up his loin
cloth, he knelt over her face. Agnes surprised us all by knowing just
what to do. When the dick was presented to her lips she immediately
sucked the thing down. I'm tempted to say she sucked as though her
life depended on it, but this time it really did. The first brave was
followed by five more and she was just as professional with all of
them. There was no question in my mind that she'd done that sort of
thing before. And I don't think Bromley had been the only beneficiary.
She was far to professional for that.

	Before returning to his show, the Chief set the squaw to the
task of pulling out what was left of Agnes' cunt hair. "I'd like that
pussy to be bald before we turn her loose."

	Maggie Smith was next. The other two women had been punished
severely when they refused to strip and Maggie was determined that
that wouldn't happen to her. She couldn't imagine a whipping, or even
a spanking on her tender buttocks. And then to be staked out... She
was sure she was going to be raped, but even that was preferable to
what had happened to Angela and Agnes. As soon as she entered the
circle, she started tearing at her clothes. And it seemed like she
couldn't wait to get out of them. Ripping and tearing, her clothing
was soon ripped to shreds and Maggie was naked. Exceedingly
embarrassed, but butt fucking naked. Standing with her arms at her
sides, afraid to cover her cunt or shield her tits, she was sobbing as
she listened to the Chief berate her. She had thought that by debasing
herself like this, she was doing what was expected. Now she was being
chastised for her eagerness.

	"I told you I wanted burlesque. If I'd just wanted you naked,
I wouldn't have given you anything to put on in the first place."
Turning to the squaw he said "Give her a whipping and then have her
bring all her clothes out here. We'll see if she has anything else
that's acceptable. If she does, she can try again. If not, well... "

	Almost immediately, Maggie was thrown down on her stomach and
the squaw was astraddle her back. About twenty or thirty good solid
licks to her upturned ass and Maggie was led, sobbing, back to the
tents.

	Then it was Priscilla's turn. Bob was visibly agitated, even
more so than the Colonel had been. He didn't want her to do this, but
he knew what would happen to him if he interfered, and what would
surely happen to her if she refused. It didn't really matter. Unless
he wanted to join Bromley, it was out of his hands.

	Priscilla wasn't at all sure what to do, but she was sure she
didn't want the same fate as any of the other three. Not even Maggie.
She knew she couldn't bear having her bottom whipped, but she really
didn't want it whipped in front of her husband. But Bob had always
gotten excited when she took her clothes off and showed her naked
bosom to him. Maybe if she did the same thing for the Chief he'd let
her go. Bob got real excited when she showed him her naked bottom, but
maybe she wouldn't have to go that far. If she was real lucky, maybe
she could get away with just exposing her breasts.

	But Priscilla had never been a stripper. Stripping for her
husband and stripping for an audience were two different things. She
took her clothes off, but that's the kindest thing you could say for
the way she did it. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it
off of her shoulders. Unfastening her skirt, she let it fall to the
ground. With a nervous look at her audience, her petticoats soon
followed. Putting off the inevitable as long as possible, she sat down
and pulled off her shoes and stockings.

	Unfastening her stays, she let them drop and her gorgeous
breasts were free. I could tell her hands were itching to cover them,
but she was afraid to. Naked, except for her bloomers, she walked
around the circle exhibiting those gorgeous breasts for everyone to
see. I think it was sometime during that circuit that she started to
really started to understand what was expected of her. By the end of
her parade, she was flaunting her tits, not just exhibiting them. When
she ended her circuit she was standing directly in front of me. Ever
since I'd met her, I'd envied Bob his good luck. Now here she was,
almost naked and so close I could touch her. Glancing at Bob, she
mouthed a silent "I'm sorry", and untied her bloomers. Pushing them
down over her beautiful hips, she stepped out of them and kicked them
to the side.

	I could have died. I'd had wet dreams about something like
this and now here I was, face-to-face with the most beautiful cunt
this side of St Louis and my hands were tied so I couldn't even touch
it. I made myself many promises that day, but one of them was that I
was going to get into that box.

	And then she started to dance. It still wasn't sensuous, but
considering how reticent she'd been before, her dancing was positively
scandalous. She swayed and jiggled and twisted all over her dance
floor. As a final gesture, she curtsied as she presented herself to
the Chief and his Indians. Except for her collar, she was butt naked,
and with her hands clasped behind her back she was fully exposed.
There was no question about her obedience. She was demonstrating to
all of us that she was fully compliant and available for anything the
Chief might want of her. And she had done this in full view of her
husband. Bob was apoplectic. But the body she was presenting was
beautiful. Her tits were well shaped and stood up of their own accord.
And the nipples were hard and were sticking straight out. Her waist
was narrow and flared out over a gorgeous pair of hips. And her
pussy... God what a pussy... Her cunt hair was light brown and very
fine. It covered her snatch, but just barely. The pussy lips were
plainly visible through it.

	Like I said, Bob was apoplectic. He just knew they were going
to rape her on the spot. I was sure that was going to happen, but I
didn't think it would happen just yet. It was just too bad she hadn't
figured out sooner what the Chief wanted.

	The Chief proved me right when he announced "That was better,
but it's still not burlesque. You're supposed to dance while you're
stripping, not just take your clothes off." Grabbing his limp member,
he finished his statement. "Your supposed to make my dick hard."
Turning to the squaw he told her to whip Priscilla and then take her
back to tents to collect all of her clothes. Like Maggie, if she had
anything else that was acceptable, she might be allowed to try again.

	"Oh please," Priscilla begged. "Whip me if you want, but let
me try again before you do."

	"In case you hadn't noticed, girl, you're naked. You don't
have anything left to take off. How can you strip again?"

	"I... I... When I started to undress, I didn't realize what
you expected of me. I knew you had stripped the other women naked, but
I didn't think you would expect that of me. Foolishly, I thought if I
showed you my breasts, somehow that would appease you and you'd let me
keep my pants on. But I know better now, I know you'll never let me go
just halfway. Please let me try again. Even without my clothes, I know
I can do better." She made a frame around her pussy. "Let me show this
off for you. I'm, I'm sure I can m-m-make your d-d-d-dick hard. If I
don't," she turned around and bent over, presenting her ass to him,
"then whip my fanny if you still want to, but please let me try
first."

	Shrugging, the Chief said, "Your fanny looks like it's begging
to be whipped anyway. Okay, go ahead. But you'd better be good. If I'm
not satisfied, you'll be hanging from the tree like Mrs Bromley was
earlier and it won't be just your fanny that gets whipped."

	Priscilla spun away and really began to dance. I know she was
spurred on by the threat of the flogging, but she really went all out.
She was flashing her pussy all over the place and jiggling her tits in
the Indians' faces. But Bob turned green when she grabbed an Indian
and fell to her knees in front of him. Lifting up his loin cloth she
sucked his dick down and did her best to make Agnes look like an
amateur. Finishing with him, she moved on to a second, and then a
third. She had the third one lie down on his back and she knelt over
him, ass incitingly stuck up in the air. Looking back over her
shoulder, she patted her fanny provocatively. The Indians didn't need
a second invitation. She had five of them in both of her holes before
the Chief ordered her to stand up.

	"That was very good Mrs Parker. Now you've made my dick hard.
Maybe later I'll allow you to suck it off. But you should have done
that in the first place! Go get your clothing. If you have anything
that's acceptable, you can dance again later."

	Smiling, a naked Priscilla was led off. She had cum leaking
from her ass, cunt, and down her cheeks, but at least she hadn't been
whipped. And she'd already been fucked more times today than Bob had
fucked her in the past month.

	There were still four women left. I was wondering which one of
them was going to be next when the Chief walked over to where Angela
was squirming.

	"Ahh, I see the ants are enjoying their meal. Earlier you said
you'd do whatever I wanted, but I'm not sure you were serious. Now are
you ready to do what you're told, Mrs Broaddus?"

	Angela couldn't speak around her penis gag, but from the way
she was shaking her head, it was evident what she was thinking.

	"Very well, flip her over. We'll give the ants and the sun a
chance at her other side."

	Angela was soon reversed and her tits and cunt were coated
with syrup. The Chief had just turned to walk away when he seemed to
have second thoughts.

	Turning back to Angela, he grabbed a handful of her pussy
hair. "I'm tired of dallying with you, Mrs Broaddus." Laying the knife
beside her cunt, he said, "I know you saw the little demonstration I
put on for Mrs Bromley. Now, unless you want to know what it feels
like to be scalped, you'll do whatever you're told."

	Angela was in shock. She'd already said she'd do whatever he
wanted, and now he was threatening to cut her twat off. Her eyes were
as wide as saucers, but the only thing we could hear was grunts as she
tried to vocalize around the prick that was still filling her mouth.

	"I think the bitch is trying to say something. Get that thing
out of her mouth so I can understand her."

	As soon as her mouth was free, Angela whimpered, "Oh please,
please, I'll do whatever you say. Anything you want me to do, I'll do.
Just take that knife away. Please take it off my vagina. I'll do
anything."

	Cutting away her bonds, the Chief ordered her to her knees.
"The last one made me hard, now I want you to suck me off. But I'm not
ready to cum yet. So make me enjoy it, but don't let me cum. And you
better be good at it."

	Angela went at it with gusto, but I don't think she'd ever
sucked a dick before. She obviously didn't have Agnes' or Priscilla's
proficiency. But what she lacked in experience, she more than made up
for in enthusiasm. Her hands were all over his ass and balls, pulling
him closer to her. And she did her best to suck him all in. She
couldn't make it though. He was just too big and she hadn't learned
the knack of getting his dick down her throat. It was a good thing he
didn't want to cum. She'd of probably gagged if he started shooting
his load down her throat. It wasn't long though, before the Chief was
pushing her away and the front of his loincloth was standing straight
out.

	"One more thing. We've stripped you of your clothes, now I
want you to finish it off. Just so I won't be tempted to scalp you
later, I want you to do it for me. By the time your finished, your
cunt should be bald." Throwing his knife to her, he walked back to his
place in the circle.

	I was sure Angela was tempted to see if she could bury the
knife in his back, but she didn't. Dutifully, she spread her legs and
proceeded to shave every hair from her twat. Dry shaving is no fun any
time, but she endured it, even spreading her legs wide to get the
tender skin between her pussy and asshole. She must have been starting
to learn something. I was really surprised when she rolled over on her
belly, raised her ass in the air with her legs spread wide, and
invited her squaw to shave the hair around her asshole. The squaw was
really conscientious about it, spreading Angela's cheeks to shave her
ass and then rubbing her hands all over her pussy, just to make sure
all the bristle was gone.

	When the squaw was finished, Angela returned the knife to the
Chief and presented him with a gleaming, naked snatch. After examining
her to make sure that neither she nor the squaw had missed any of her
curly hairs, the Chief had her show herself to the Colonel, Bob and
myself. For this exhibition, she was made to bend over, spread her
legs, show us, and invite us to feel, every inch of her pussy and
asshole. Except for her spanking, I know she was more embarrassed by
this than anything else that had happened to her. The Indians
violating her privacy was a passing event she could put behind her.
But we were her friends and her husband. She was going to have to live
with us, and the knowledge that we had seen and touched her most
intimate places, for a good long while. The Colonel tried not to look,
but his dick was as hard as Bob's and mine were.

	While Angela was still displaying her charms for us, the Chief
called one of his lieutenants over. She must of been getting inured to
this public exhibition. She blushed deeply, but she didn't flinch when
he spread her pussy lips to show the lieutenant. After pointing out
all her attributes - tits, nipples, mouth, pussy and asshole - he said
"Take this one back to your men. She does well with her mouth, but I'm
sure these other holes are good too. But I recommend you start out by
giving her a spanking." Giving her a pop on the ass, he went on,
"Notice how resilient these ass cheeks are. They're perfect for
paddling and I noticed before that it excites her when you do that.
Better, why don't you let all of your men spank her. She should be
begging to get fucked after that."

	Impatiently, the lieutenant led her to the other side of the
circle. After gathering his men around, he drew her over his lap and
proceeded to blister her fanny. After thirty or so licks, just like
the Chief had recommended, he passed her off to one of his men. There
must have been fifteen men in the group. If she was going to get a
paddling like that from each of them, I knew she wouldn't be sitting
down for a while. And if the Chief was right about her getting excited
when she was spanked, she was going to be real excited before they
were done.

	Susan begged and pleaded, but he wouldn't give her another
chance. She was carried over to the same spot her mother had recently
occupied and spread out between the same stakes. Syrup was poured over
her tits and cunt, and then she was left screaming as the ants began
exploring both of her delightful crannies. I felt sorry for her, but
it was nice to see that she had the same blond hair her mother used to
have. And the Chief had kept his promise. He hadn't stripped her
naked. She'd lost her shoes somewhere, but she still had on her
stockings. The only thing any of the other women had been allowed to
keep on had been their wedding bands.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Sex In The Wild Wild West (M+F+, bd, rape,sex galore)[3/4]
Date: 16 Nov 1995 04:25:15 GMT

		      Sex In The Wild Wild West
			      Part Three

	Other than Maggie and Priscilla, who we'd already seen, the
three single girls were the only ones left. The Chief called Mabel,
but one of the squaws stopped him and had a hurried conversation. The
Chief smiled and held up his hand for silence.

	"I think we're finally going to get some cooperation. I've
just been told that there's a new dance from Paris that these last
three would like to perform for us. But their costumes require a bit
of preparation. So, while they're getting ready, we can amuse
ourselves with our other toys. How's Mrs Broaddus doing? I haven't
paid her any attention in a while."

	Mrs Broaddus seemed to be doing just fine. At least her ass
wasn't being beat. She was on her back, legs spread wide, with a brave
pounding it to her. The squaw who had taken such delight in ripping
Angela's clothes off had stripped naked herself was squatting down
with Angela's nose buried in her twat. The look on her face seemed to
indicate that Angela had learned to eat pussy as well as she had
learned to suck dick. And Angela had had plenty of dick. I don't think
she had spent more than a minute without one shoved in her mouth or
her cunt since she'd been given to the braves. She'd probably had more
cock run in and out of her in the last thirty minutes than she had in
ten years previous.

	"Well, she seems to be occupied. And I wouldn't want to
interrupt a girl at work. Especially when she's enjoying it as much as
this one seems to be. But why don't you bring her over here where the
Colonel can see better? I'm sure it will be very educational for him.
In the meantime, I think I'll go play with Mrs Bromley. She's been
neglected long enough."

	I'm sure Agnes didn't feel as though she'd been neglected.
While we had been otherwise occupied, her squaw had been busily
harvesting her fleece. Where Agnes had once had a bountiful pelt, she
was now nearly bald. The skin on her pussy and between her legs was
raw and sore where the hair had been pulled out.

	"That's looking good, Wailing Song. It'll look better when you
finish though. Looks like she's still got some hair around her slit
and in the crack of her ass. You can take care of that later though.
Right now, why don't you untie her?"

	While Wailing Song loosened her bonds, the Chief spoke to
Agnes. "Have you ever been butt fucked, Mrs Bromley?"

	"W-w-what?" she stammered.

	"It's a simple question Mrs Bromley. Have you ever been butt
fucked? You've got a fine looking ass, so I'd be surprised if you
hadn't. Has any man ever used you that way? You know, stuck his prick
in here?" the Chief finished as he shoved his thumb up her asshole.

	"N-n-n-ngggggg! Y-y-yes," Agnes confessed. "That was Joshua's
favorite way. He said he liked that hole better than my regular one."

	"Good. I hope it was your favorite way too, because you're
about to get it again. If it was his favorite way, you should know the
best position to be in, so turn over and get in it. Unless you'd
rather be staked out again."

	Some people might say that Agnes had learned that refusal
would just earn her another beating, but I think she just needed some
dick real bad and didn't really care who's it was or where it was put,
just so long as it was put in her. With no hesitation at all, she
rolled over, pulled her knees underneath her and raised her ass high
in the air. Spreading her legs as wide as possible, her pussy and
asshole were both gaping wide, begging to be used. Her pussy was
dripping, so the Chief fucked there first. But after about three
strokes, he pulled out, aimed a couple of inches higher, and teased
her asshole with the head of his prick.

	Agnes immediately started shoving back against him. "Please,
please put it back in me," she whimpered.

	"What do you want, Mrs Bromley?"

	"Fuck me, oh please fuck me. Don't leave me like this."

	"In your ass?"

	"Oh yes, my ass, my pussy, wherever you like. Just please fuck
me. My ass, oh yes, please fuck my ass."

	Shoving forward, the Chief parted her sphincter and buried his
well lubricated prick deep in her bowels. Agnes had been giving him a
ride when he was in her cunt. When he entered her asshole she went
absolutely wild and really started bucking, meeting each of his
thrusts and humping hard, trying to get more and more of him inside of
her. When he finished and pulled out she was still whimpering, begging
for more.

	"This slut still wants more. Who wants to see if he can
satisfy her?" A dozen of his braves lined up to take their turn at the
same hole. It was going to be a while before Agnes could shit or even
sit down comfortably, but judging from the way she was waving her ass
around, she seemed to be enjoying it for now.

	The three women hadn't returned from the tents yet, so the
Chief decided to give Maggie and Priscilla their chance. Priscilla was
selected to go first and Bob turned green again as she pranced down
the hill, her bare ass and pussy both peeking out from under the
chemise. He had almost lost his mind when she had danced before. Now
it was her turn again and she had promised a better show than she'd
given them the last time. I wasn't at all sure the poor man could
stand it. The braves had moved Angela to the side, but she was still
close enough that we could hear the groans as she sucked and fucked
all comers. Bob was sure that even if his wife didn't put out during
her show, she would be joining Angela as soon as she finished her
dance.

	Priscilla went to the center of the circle and struck a pose.
Then the drum started. I don't know where she had learned, but in the
last couple of hours since she had narrowly missed a whipping she had
figured out what to do. She turned and twirled, flashing her ass as
she did. As the tempo of the music picked up, so did the tempo of her
dance. One of the braves jumped up to dance with her and Priscilla
began rubbing against him, climbing all over him. Laughing, the two of
them fell backward into the crowd. When Priscilla came up, she had
lost her chemise, but she had acquired the braves loincloth. Wrapping
it casually around her waist she began to dance around the circle,
stopping at each group to feel and be felt. At the first group, she
selected one brave and danced him out to the center of the circle.
Unfastening his loincloth, she draped it around her neck and fell to
her knees in front of him. Pulling him into her mouth, she sucked
vigorously until her cheeks were bulging out from his cum.

	She continued around the circle in this fashion, acquiring
another loincloth at each group, until she reached the group next to
where we were sitting. She selected her brave like before, but the
rest of them wouldn't let her go. Finally she led three of them to the
middle of the circle. Dropping her collection in a pile, she danced
around the three of them, tugging and pulling until she had three more
loincloths to add to her pile. Then she really went to work, waving
her ass and pussy at them, and sticking her tits in their face. She
even humped their legs, the way a dog does when it's in heat. Needless
to say, she had three hard-ons standing proudly in front of her.

	She pushed the first brave onto his back and impaled herself
on him. Then she leaned forward and pointed to her asshole. The second
one was quick to accept her offer and buried himself in her quivering
bunghole. The third one made full use of her mouth. Priscilla was
doing three men at the same time and seemed to be loving every minute
of it. They all came at the same time and you could almost see the
fireworks going off over them.

	One by one, the three braves pulled out of her and staggered
back to their group. Priscilla seemed to be exhilarated though. She
danced around the circle like some sort of fairy sprite, high on some
kind of drug. Then she landed in front of me.

	"Hello Nate. I hope you're enjoying this. I certainly am. I
never realized what I was missing, that fucking could be so much fun.
But I've seen the way you've been watching all of us, hoping to see
something, ever since we left St Louis. You were too much of a
gentleman though to do anything about it. Well, here I am, and I hope
it's more than you ever expected to see." With that, she plopped
herself down in my lap and shoved a tit in my face. Then she reached
between my legs and grabbed my prick.

	"Oh my, so big and hard. Why haven't you done anything about
it?"

	I tried to explain that they hadn't let us get up, and that
this was the closest I'd been to anything since we'd left St Louis.
But with my mouth full of boob, the words just wouldn't come out. They
didn't seem important enough to quit sucking that beautiful tit
anyway.

	"Well, not to worry. I just want you to know, I'm at your
disposal - completely. Oh Gooooood! Talk about keeping a civil tongue
in your head. I've never met one more civil than yours, sir. I know
I'll get a chance to reciprocate later. And maybe, after I've had a
chance to clean up, I can see if your tongue works as well in other
places."

	Then she gave my prick a little pinch and a pat and danced
away. I just about came in my pants. Her next stop was the Colonel.
She rubbed her tits in his face and humped his leg, just like she'd
done withe the Indians. I don't know what she said to him, but when
she danced away, the Colonel was gasping.

	She was on her way over to Bob when the Chief called her. It
was probably just as well. The state he was in, I don't think he could
of stood his wife sitting in his lap and behaving like a slut in full
view of everyone. And him not even getting any. Priscilla gave the
Chief the same treatment she had given me, but then he pushed her to
her knees. Priscilla knew full well what was expected of her and
didn't hesitate a second. Unfastening his breechcloth, she freed his
manhood and sucked every bit of it down her throat. As the music
ended, Priscilla was on her knees in front of all of us, sucking as
she'd never sucked before. This was the second time for the Chief, so
it took him a bit longer than before. But when he finally came, it was
a gusher. Priscilla's cheeks bulged out and she was gulping
frantically while the Chief pumped in and out of her mouth.

	As he sat down, he pulled her with him and sat her in his lap.
Lucille, Mabel and Rachel were finally back from the tent, so the
Chief ordered them up next. Reluctantly he lifted Priscilla off of his
lap and handed her over to one of his lieutenants. There was an
audible slurp as his dick slipped out of her cunt.

	Bob had been right about one thing. The lieutenant took her
over near where Angela was. Priscilla was really getting into the
swing of things. He didn't even have to tell her what he wanted. She
just fell to her knees in front of him, unfastened his loincloth, and
slurped his manhood down. After the lieutenant dumped his load down
her throat he left her kneeling in the dust. So now the Indians had
two sucking machines, ready and eager for anyone who came along. And
there were plenty. The two girls were kept constantly busy with a
parade of Indians. If they could live off of cum, we wouldn't have to
feed them for a week.

	The three dancers took their places in the center of the
circle. They posed for a few minutes to let us admire their handiwork
while they waited for the music to start. And they had really done a
lot of work. They were still wearing the same black dresses, but you
wouldn't have believed it. The high necks were completely gone and the
blouses had been cut low in the back and the front, exposing a lot of
cleavage and the upper part of their breasts. The long skirts had been
shortened to well above their knees. They each had on two or three
extra petticoats, but these had been shortened to the same length as
the dress. As short as their dresses were, it was obvious that they
were wearing their bloomers, but even these were different. They'd cut
the sides out and shortened them, and then sewn bits of lace where
they had cut them. High heel shoes and little ankle socks completed
the outfit. I tell you, it was a sight. Bare calves and bare shoulders
were quite risque. If they hadn't of been preceded by absolute nudity,
we'd of all been shocked.

	When the drum began, they linked their arms together and
started dancing around and around, kicking their legs in unison. They
were kicking so high that their bloomers were visible all the way up
to their crotch. They had lace sewn there too. It might of been my
imagination, but I could of sworn I could see pussy hair through the
lace. When the dance was over, they turned around and bent over,
flipped their skirts up over their back and exposed the backside of
their bloomers to all of us.

	It was fun. It wasn't nearly as wanton or sensual as the Chief
wanted, but it was fun. And after the show Priscilla had just given
us, I think everyone needed a break. I guess the Indians thought so
too, `cause they were all stomping their feet and whooping for more.

	The girls had no illusions as to what was expected of them.
Their first dance had been a success, but they knew they were going to
have to improve on it. They'd seen what happened to Susan, so they
also knew that before they were finished, they'd better be naked. But
just being naked wasn't enough. So far, all the women had been
stripped, but Priscilla was the only one who hadn't been whipped. So
they knew they had to be good, otherwise their asses would be the next
ones turned up.

	When the music started again, they loosened their bloomers and
let them flutter to their ankles. Stepping out of them, they kicked up
their heels and all three pairs went sailing into the crowd. Then they
started the can-can again, kicking their legs just as high as before.
This time I knew it wasn't my imagination. Every time they kicked,
three hairy slits were visible to all of us. And when they did their
finale, it was three gorgeous moons that were facing towards us.

	Mabel and Lucille stood to the side and clapped their hands in
time to the drum while Rachel moved to the center of the circle. She
danced around for a few minutes and then zoomed in on the far side of
the group. She danced over to that side and worked those men hard,
sitting on a lap here, a quick kiss there, grabbing a crotch and
getting grabbed in return. In a few places, she left a petticoat,
promising to return for it later. Finally she danced back to the
center of the ring where the fire was still smoldering. Grabbing her
dress at the bust line, she ripped it off and dropped it on the hot
coals. Naked, except for her shoes and ankle socks, she walked back
over to the men she had been working and stood there clapping while
Mabel stepped into the ring.

	The three of them had to have rehearsed their act. Mabel went
through exactly the same ritual that Rachel had, except in a different
section of the circle. Then there were two naked beauties clapping
while Lucille stepped into the ring. Lucille's share of the ring
included the section where we were sitting, so naturally the Chief's
lap was one of the first ones she sat on. But when she went to get up,
he grabbed her dress and jerked it off of her. Another jerk and he had
her petticoats. Lucille had to work her men the same as Mabel and
Rachel had, but when she sat on our laps, she was fully naked. My only
regret is that my hands were still tied and I couldn't fondle her tits
and ass in return. Despite that, I know I enjoyed it and from the
flushed look on her face, I think she did too.

	The Chief called the three of them together to congratulate
them and to show them his cock. Miraculously, it was hard again. But
he was starting to feel sorry for the Colonel, Bob, and me. Everybody
else was getting laid and sucked off, and the only thing we'd gotten
had been a few feels. So he told the three of them to take care of us
- to relieve our tensions. Lucille went to the Colonel, Mabel went to
Bob, and Rachel wound up in my lap. Our hands were still tied and we
still had our pants on, so I wasn't quite sure how this was going to
relieve our tension, if anything, it was making mine worse. But Rachel
was an inventive lady. Besides that, I think she was just incredibly
horny after all the fondling she'd gotten. Before I quite knew what
was happening, she had my pants down around my ankles and was stuffing
my boner up her hairy twat.

	Lucille and Mabel must have been just as horny as she was,
`cause the Colonel and Bob were enjoying a similar experience. There
was fucking and sucking everywhere. The line behind Agnes' asshole had
gotten longer and Angela and Priscilla were still on their knees,
taking on all comers. Besides our women, most of the squaws had
stripped off their robes and were getting a workout of their own. I
guess the Chief was getting bored. Rachel and I were just getting into
it when he called Maggie to perform. It's not that we weren't
interested in watching her dance, it's just that we were otherwise
preoccupied.

	Maggie couldn't believe what was expected of her. She wasn't
quite sure what to do and she had even less of an idea how to get
anyone's attention with all this sucking and fucking going on all
around her. The last time he'd called her, she'd ripped her clothes
off. Stripped herself naked and gotten whipped for her pains. She was
determined not to get whipped again. She stood there quietly with her
head bowed for a few moments.

	Then, when the drum increased in intensity, she squared her
shoulders back and began to dance. I don't know what came over her,
but God, what a dance it was. It got all of our attention, no matter
what we were doing. I know she'd never learned those steps in the
proper schools she went to back east. It might have been some
primordial knowledge, something buried somewhere back in her
instincts, or maybe she was just a natural slut. I don't know what it
was, but she was awesome. She twisted and turned and undulated around
the circle. Whenever she stopped, she would kick her legs high,
causing the french panties to gape open and expose her pussy.

	As if by second nature, she seemed to sense when the Indians
were ready for more. She gripped her chemise by the hem and smoothly
pulled it over her head. She completed the motion by throwing the
chemise into a group of her most ardent admirers. And then she
strutted, literally strutted around the circle. When she had stripped
before she had been shy and nervous, a wilting flower.

	And it had been obvious. For the life of me, I couldn't figure
out what had happened to her, but this was not the same woman who had
torn her clothes off earlier in a futile effort to please the Chief.
Now she was turned on, proud of her body and proud of the way she was
arousing her audience. Her nipples were fully erect and she made sure
every man got a good look at them. Even the women were watching her. I
was sure I saw Angela and Priscilla both licking their lips.

	When she bent over and pushed her panties down in back to
expose her ass there were ooohhhs and aaahhhs from everyone. I know
Rachel was juicing more than I would have expected. Her fingers were
busy busy working her clit while she squirmed on my prick. Maggie
stood there for a few minutes, bent over and twitching her ass cheeks
in time to the drum. It wasn't long before everyone joined in and was
clapping their hands in time to her ass twitch. I don't know what she
had, but it was something special. She was dancing for everyone, but
she made everyone feel that she was dancing just for him.

	After the ass twitching she pulled her panties back up tight
into the crack of her ass and her slit. Then she straddled the tree
stump and started humping, I know that every man there felt like she
was fucking him and him alone. When she climbed off of the tree stump
she still had her panties on, but they were sopping wet. I can't speak
for anyone else, but I know the rod I had shoved up Rachel's cunt was
harder than any I'd ever given anyone before. And Rachel was
appreciative of it. She was grabbing my balls, squeezing my dick, and
humping me harder than I'd ever been humped in my life. And then I
came, shooting what seemed like gallons of cum deep into her womb.
After that, everything seemed to be anti- climatic. Maggie wasn't
dancing anymore and I was about to pass out. So the two of us just sat
there, relishing the closeness the two of us had shared, with my prick
still buried in her and her pussy twitching around it.

	The Chief had taken the place of the tree stump was fucking
Maggie. As many times as he had cum, I was surprised that he could
still get it up, but there he was. She was flat on her back with her
legs in the air and he was pounding in and out of her. And she was
loving every minute of it. When he finally climbed off of her, she was
begging for more. And the Indians were eager to oblige her. Brave
after brave filled her eager hole. Then they flipped her over and went
to work on her backside. I never got a chance at Maggie, but the way
the braves were going after her, fucking her must have been just as
special as watching her had been. I made myself a promise that I would
fill that gap in my experience as soon as possible.

	I think it was exhaustion more than anything else that finally
caused everyone to start settling down. We'd been fucking and sucking
since early in the morning. We hadn't even stopped for lunch, and now
the sun was starting to settle behind the mountains. They raided our
supplies and added a couple of deer they had to them, and pretty soon
the squaws were preparing a wonderful stew. By Indian custom, the
women served the men first. As hungry as I was, anything would have
tasted good, but this stew was delicious. I don't know what they put
in it, but it didn't taste like anything we'd brought across the
plains with us. And of course, being served by willing, naked women
made the meal even better. Naturally, our women were still naked, but
the squaws hadn't gotten dressed either. The contrast of naked brown
and white bodies flitting back and forth as they brought us plates of
food was a memory to treasure.

	After the meal, three of the squaws sucked off the Colonel,
Bob, and myself. The Chief said it was their desert, but I think it
was a pay back. They'd been enjoying our women all day, so he wanted
to give us a chance at theirs.

	They had untied Susan in time for her to share the meal. I
know it was her own fault, but I had to feel sorry for her as she
limped over to where we were sitting. The ants had been busy while we
were fucking around all day. Her pussy and tits were covered with
bites, but at least the syrup had been cleaned off. I think she
learned her lesson though. While the squaw was blowing me, I noticed
that she was getting her desert too. The Indian who had whipped her
earlier had her kneeling between his legs. Her head was bobbing up and
down, and this time she seemed to be doing it properly.

	As exhausted as we were, everyone was soon drifting off to
sleep. Rachel tried to snuggle up next to me, but two young braves
came by and found her. They carried her out in the firelight and she
was soon thrashing and kicking and generally doing her best to satisfy
both of them.

	It was just as well that she had been carried away. She was
still thrashing around out by the fire when the squaws who had sucked
us off earlier came back. They didn't speak any English, but after a
lot of hand signs we figured out that they felt that since they had
sucked us, it was only fair that we suck them in return. We felt that
it was our diplomatic duty to oblige them, so the Colonel, Bob and I
buried our faces in squaw cunt. And you know, no one is ever satisfied
with just eating pussy. After you eat it, you just gotta fuck it, so
we did our best to pound their asses into the sand. I guess we did all
right. They seemed to be three very satisfied young ladies as they
wandered back to their tents.

	I was just getting to sleep again when a warm body cuddled up
against me. "Oh Nate," Priscilla whispered. "I know you've been busy,
but is that magic tongue of yours still available? I got a chance to
wash up, so my pussy is all fresh and clean for you."

	How could I refuse a request like that, especially coming from
this lady. In no time at all I had reversed my position and the two of
us were locked in a sixty-nine embrace. I was chewing on her clit and
she was sucking my balls when suddenly a shadow fell over us.
Priscilla went rigid and I looked up to see Bob standing there in the
moonlight.

	"Oh God," I thought. "The son of a bitch has lost it now for
sure. It doesn't matter that she's probably sucked or fucked every
Indian in camp, this mother fucker is going to kill me."

	But he was surprisingly calm. "Don't stop what you're doing
Priscilla. I know how long he's been wanting it, and I'm sure Nate's
getting a real charge out of this. I just want to try some of what
I've been missing all this time. Three years we've been married and
it's just now I'm finding out you've got two other holes."

	Without letting her take her mouth off my dick, he rearranged
Priscilla so that she was positioned just like she had been earlier.
On her hands and knees, sucking my dick with her legs spread and her
ass stuck up in the air. With all the butt fucking she'd had that day,
Priscilla was already stretched and well lubricated. With one stroke,
Bob was buried up to the balls in his wife's asshole. Priscilla hadn't
been alone in her fucking. Bob and I had been busy too, so I figured
it would take a while for any of us to cum. But surprisingly, in just
a few minutes, the three of us reached our climax together and
Priscilla was getting filled in both ends.

	Then Bob had us switch positions. "You can use her asshole if
you want, Nate, but I think she'd like some straight fucking. I've
been fucking her for three years, and this is the horniest I've ever
seen her. Her pussy's so wet, it's gushing. I can guarangoddamntee
you, she knows how to use it. If she doesn't make it snap on you, whip
her ass till she does." Sticking his dick in Priscilla's face he said
"Priscilla, I don't know where you learned all those tricks we saw
today, but I think you should show them to us. While you're showing
Nate your snapping pussy, you can show me how your mouth works. Up
till this afternoon, I thought the only thing it was good for was
talking and eating."

	Priscilla eagerly ran her tongue over his balls and dick while
I moved into position behind her. Almost automatically, her legs
parted to welcome me. Her pussy was winking at me, begging me to come
on in. This was a scene from one of my fantasies. First she had sucked
me while her husband had buggered her, and now she was sucking him
while I was getting ready to fuck her. Just to make sure, I grabbed
her crotch. Bob was right. She was dripping and so horny she tried to
fuck my hand. With one stroke, I was buried up to the balls in her
exquisite quim.

	So there she was again, sucking and fucking at the same time.
But this time, at least, she was getting her a proper fucking. Long,
slow strokes. And the way she was moving her hips, I know she was
loving every one of them. And she really did know how to use her twat.
Like Bob had said, it was a snapper. Every time I tried to pull out,
it snapped hungrily at my dick, sucking it back in. I don't know how
many times she got fucked that day, but I'd like to think she liked my
fucking the best.

	After that we kind of passed out. I was spooned up on one side
of her, nestled against her ass and Bob was on the other with his head
snuggled in her tits. I can't speak for the two of them, but
exhaustion overtook me. I was out till the following morning.

				* * *

	When I came to, the sun was up and the camp was a buzz of
activity. My first reaction was disappointment that Priscilla was
gone. Bob was still there, but the space between us was empty. Then I
saw her. She was with the rest of the women, preparing the morning
meal. The Indian women were clothed of course, but it was no real
surprise to see that our women were all still just as naked as they
had been the night before.

	After breakfast, the Chief gathered everyone into the circle
again. Bob, the Colonel and I were back in the same places we'd been
in yesterday, but this time they hadn't tied us up. Lucille, Mabel and
Rachel were sent over to join us with an admonition to make sure we
were entertained. I don't know where Lucille and Mabel had spent the
night, but they weren't in to the swing of things yet this morning.
They shyly approached the Colonel and Bob with their hands over their
pussies and sat on the ground beside them. Rachel, on the other hand,
wasn't a bit bashful. I knew where she'd been at least part of the
evening and she was ready for more.

	She plunked herself down in my lap and wiggled just a little
to get herself comfortable. When she'd done that to me the day before,
my hands had been tied, but now they were free. I immediately grabbed
a handful of bare tit and a handful of cunt. It seemed like as good a
way as any to wait to see what was going to happen. Then the Chief
told the rest of the women to find a place wherever they would be most
comfortable. Angela and Priscilla were both torn between pride and
desire. They knew that the Colonel and Bob expected them to join them,
but by this time Lucille and Mabel had overcome their modesty and were
in the men's laps. The women knew they'd have to share their husband's
dicks, but if they chose a brave, they'd have as much as they could
handle. Finally, their sense of propriety overcame their jealously and
they joined us, Angela between the Colonel and Bob, and Priscilla
between Bob and me.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Sex In The Wild Wild West (M+F+, bd, rape,sex galore)[4/4]
Date: 16 Nov 1995 04:42:26 GMT

		      Sex In The Wild Wild West
			      Part Four

	Maggie didn't have their problem. She'd had so many dicks the
day before that she couldn't make up her mind which one was her
favorite. After some consideration, she selected a particularly strong
looking brave and curled up on the ground beside him. I was only a
little surprised when Susan found her Indian, the same one who had
abused her rear end and then made it up to her by letting her suck him
off. But I was really surprised by Agnes. She went trotting off to a
group of half a dozen braves, flopped down on the ground with her
knees under her and raised her ass in the air, ready for whatever they
might throw at her.

	I wasn't at all sure what was going to happen, but I was sure
this couldn't last. So I felt like I better take advantage of the good
times while I could. And I was in an enviable spot. Rachel was doing
her best to occupy all of my attention, but Priscilla was close enough
for me to reach. Bob took care of her right tit while I took care of
her left. Everybody was getting into the swing of things. Susan had a
dick in her mouth and Agnes had one up her butt. I couldn't tell for
sure, but it looked like Maggie had one in all three holes. Our little
group wasn't doing anything yet, but that was only because with five
naked women and only three men, we hadn't figured out what to do. Then
the Chief started to talk again.

	"Yesterday, three of these women missed their opportunity to
dance for us. So if the three of you will present yourselves to us,
we'll see about giving you another chance."

	Reluctantly, Agnes and Susan separated themselves from their
dicks and joined Angela in front of the Chief. They had learned
something from Priscilla, so they curtsied properly and then stood The
difference in appearance was the fact that Susan had blond pubic hair.
And Angela, of course, had none. Even Agnes was looking good. For a
fat girl, she looked good anyway, but all that ass fucking had really
made her glow. I had never had a chance to butt fuck very much, but if
I got the chance, I was going to make sure that chubby butt was well
reamed.

	"Okay ladies, none of you danced yesterday, so now is your
chance. I don't think Susan is ready to put clothing over her ant
bites and sunburn yet, so she can entertain us while the two of you
fetch your clothes. You can get dressed if you want, it really doesn't
matter. Just make sure you bring the rest of your clothes out here
with you. All of them."

	Angela and Agnes scurried off to the wagons while Susan stood
there.

	"Please sir," she said. "It's not that I don't want to dance,
but I really don't know how. Maybe if Maggie or Priscilla could give
me some instruction? Really sir, I could dance much better for you
then."

	"Give her another whipping," one of the squaws screamed. "She
learned how to suck cock that way, she can learn to dance that way
too."

	"No," the Chief said. "At least she's honest. So we're going
to give her the chance, with both of them. Maggie, Priscilla, get up
here. Show this girl how to dance. But I don't want either of you to
do anything. Just show her how, it's her dance."

	I don't know if Maggie and Priscilla were eager to be the
center of attention or if they had finally learned what would happen
to them if they were slow to respond to the Chief's wishes. But they
were up there in a flash. They took Susan over to where a group of
squaws were sitting and there was a great deal of conspiratorial
whispering. Then Maggie approached the Chief.

	"Begging your pardon sir, but I'd like to request some
leniency for my student. It's not that she's reluctant to perform - as
a matter of fact, she's eager - it's just that she doesn't have any
idea what to do. We're working on a plan which I believe will surprise
you, but it's going to take us a few minutes to get it together. If
you agree to this, then either Priscilla or I could entertain you
while she's getting ready."

	"But if one of you is entertaining us, that will make it just
that much longer before she's ready, won't it?"

	"Yes Sir, it will. But we felt we should present it to you as
an option."

	"Well, I don't find that option acceptable. But I don't think
it will matter. Here comes her mother and Mrs Bromley. They can
entertain us until she's ready."

	Angela and Agnes were sashaying down the path with a couple of
squaws behind them, carrying their luggage. I don't know where they
had gotten their dresses, but I was sure they weren't on the Colonel's
approved list of clothing. I took one look at him and I knew they
weren't. Lucille had his pants open and was chewing on his rod, but
even that didn't distract him. He was livid.

	Both women were dressed to a "T". Angela was wearing a full
length, red velvet evening gown, cut low over her breasts and
revealing a lot of cleavage. If we hadn't already seen her naked, I'd
of thought this dress was scandalous. The front of the skirt was cut
in a wide "V", showing off a lacy, white underskirt. She had on a
matching hat with a wide brim, a long white egret feather, and a black
lace veil.

	Agnes was dressed identical to her, except that her outfit was
emerald green. And they were both carrying matching parasols.

	They sashayed up to the Chief and curtsied low, spreading
their skirts wide. "With your permission, sir," Angela said, "we would
like to perform for you and your men."

	The Chief nodded his approval and the two of them rose to
their feet. Twirling their parasols, they sauntered around the circle.
It was really a promenade, shoulders back, breasts thrust out, and
hips swaying from left to right. And as they paraded around, they
looked at and smiled at their audience. They'd learned the value of
eye contact. Every man there had the feeling that they were showing
themselves off just for him.

	And they were showing off. They were flaunting themselves for
the whole tribe, but they were also flaunting themselves to each
individual. Then they started to dance, twisting and swaying, their
skirts flowing gracefully behind them. As the music picked up, they
began spinning, their skirts billowing up around them and exposing
their legs. And the Colonel got another surprise. It wasn't the plain,
white cotton bloomers they were exposing. Their legs were encased in
long stockings that came half way up their thighs and were held in
place by red garters. And if that weren't enough, their legs were
topped off by sexy french cut panties, just like Maggie had work
earlier. I figured it was just a good thing for him that Lucille was
where she was and doing what she was doing. The poor man's blood
pressure would have probably gone over the top if she hadn't been
there to relieve it.

	Agnes started doing a funny little dance step, similar to what
the girls had done earlier with their can-can number. Angela soon
joined her, but added an embellishment. She grabbed the front of her
skirt and lifted it up to her waist, baring herself from the waist
down. Agnes followed suit, and the two of them were dancing, decently
covered in back, but only shielded in front by the skimpy panties and
long silk stockings.

	The danced over to where we were sitting, Agnes intruding on
the Colonel's blowjob and Angela interrupting the mutual grope that
Rachel and I were indulging ourselves in. After flouncing their skirts
at us for a few seconds, they turned their backs on us so they could
show off their legs to the Indians. Then I heard Angela whisper over
her shoulder. "Unfasten my dress, would you please, Nate? I was afraid
to let one of the Indians do it. They'd of just ripped it off of me."

	While I could sympathize with the Indian's attitude, I
understood where Angela was coming from. The dress was far too pretty
to turn into a pile of rags. As carefully as I could, I unfastened the
buttons that ran all the way down her back. Lucille was still sucking
away, but the Colonel was doing the same favor for Agnes. When the
buttons were undone, the dresses fell away and the ladies stepped out
of them and we all got another surprise. They were both wearing those
new fangled contraptions, brassieres I think they're called, over
their chests. These were the first I'd ever seen, but I really think
the idea might catch on. They really looked nice, all lacy and such.
But what was best was what they did for the tits. They held them out,
sort of presenting them to us, rather than squashing them flat like a
bodice does.

	Twirling their parasols over their shoulders, they dropped
their hats on top the dresses and danced across their stage, twisting
and swaying like they had before. Except that this time, the skirt
wasn't flowing behind them. It's funny how it works. Their tits and
asses were still covered, but somehow they were more enticing with
just the brassieres and panties than they had been when they were
fully naked. Apparently I wasn't the only one who felt that way. Even
the women who were helping prepare Susan stopped what they were doing
to watch.

	Rachel and Priscilla had gathered up their dresses and put
them behind us. When the brassieres came off, they threw them to
Priscilla who put them back with the dresses. Now that their breasts
were bare, the dancing got more frenetic. With tits swinging to and
fro, I was afraid they were going to hurt themselves. And I was sure
that Agnes was going to give herself a black eye. But somehow, they
pulled it off.

	Angela had the crowning movement though. Standing on her tip
toes, she raised herself up as tall as she could, tits sticking out
proudly. Then she suddenly bent forward at the waist, and slipped the
panties down over her hips. Twirling about, the panties fluttered to
her ankles. With a little dancer's kick, she stepped out of them and
stood to the side. The change that had come over her was nothing short
of amazing. Yesterday when she had been stripped she had hunkered
over, and used one hand to shield her bush while the other vainly
tried to shield her tits. Now she was standing straight, shoulders
thrown back and legs slightly spread, proudly displaying her nakedness
while she waited for Agnes to catch up. And today she didn't even have
a bush to hide.

	Agnes knew she could never emulate the way Angela had removed
her last veil, so she didn't even try. But while her method wasn't
nearly as spectacular, it was just as effective. Pushing her panties
low on her hips, she danced up to the nearest Indian. Rubbing her
groin in his face, the Indian had little choice. Gently, he rolled her
panties down and pulled them off. And when she turned around, we had
another surprise. While she and Angela were in the tent, they had
trimmed her cunt. After the way her hair had been pulled out, her pelt
had been looking pretty ragged. But now it was neat and clean. The
only thing left of her luxurious pelt was a neat little heart,
centered directly above her slit.

	The two women danced their way over to where the Chief sat.
Keeping her legs straight, Angels spread them as wide as she could and
bent over, touching her hands to the ground. Looking back at the
Chief, she said "Please sir. Would you fuck my ass?"

	"Have you ever been butt fucked, Mrs Broaddus?"

	"N-n-n-no," she quavered.

	"Then I think you should offer that prize to your husband.
After he's broken you in, come back and I'll oblige you. And while
she's doing that - Mrs Bromley, why don't you introduce Nate to the
joys of sodomy?"

	Agnes pranced right over and waved her cute little heart in my
face, so close that I could have stuck out my tongue and licked it.
"Hello Nate," she whispered. "I've been wondering when I was going to
get a chance at you." She twitched her hips and shoved her snatch a
little closer. "You remember yesterday when the Chief was worried
about me feeling neglected? Well, Agnes is fine. With all the
attention I've been getting, I don't feel neglected at all. But my
poor little pussy - she feels like an orphan. Nobody's been paying any
attention to her at all. Everybody wants to go up my backside. Please
don't misunderstand me. I want you up there, but would you give me a
good hard fucking first. Then you can use my asshole all you want."

	I had to admit, it did look good. Of course, as close as she'd
gotten, the only thing I could see was cunt lips and clit. I kissed,
dead in the middle of her twat, licked her clit, and pushed her away.
Poor Agnes. One touch from my tongue and she was a quivering mass of
jelly.

	"Agnes, I promise to take good care of your little orphan for
you. I see what you mean, she does feel neglected. But right now, I
want to watch Angela. So why don't you kneel down and keep me
entertained while I see what the Colonel does. I seem to remember you
showed considerable talent with your mouth too. But don't let me come.
As soon as the Colonel's done, it'll be your turn, and I want to be
sure and have enough spunk left for both your nether holes."

	With no further invitation, Agnes fell to her knees and went
to work. I was in heaven. Naked female flesh was all around me, I was
about to watch Angela lose her anal virginity, and I was getting the
best blowjob of my life.

	Where Agnes had been eager, Angela was mortified. Fucking and
sucking, even publicly, didn't seem to bother her anymore. And I don't
even think the prospect of giving up her rosebud bothered her too
much. But giving it up to the Colonel was another story. He was a
Milquetoast and had always done whatever she told him to. But she knew
that once she let him use her rectum, those days were gone forever.
She'd never have that control over him again. Particularly if he was
the first one to get into her ass. But she knew better than to refuse.
Whatever the Chief wanted, that's what he got. Unless she wanted to be
whipped and fed to the ants again. Reluctantly, she danced over to the
Colonel, presented her backside to him, and made a similar request. I
said similar. With the Chief, she'd asked him directly to fuck her
ass. With the Colonel, she couldn't quite get the words out.

	"Homer, would you... would you please... " she whimpered.

	The Colonel was already feeling his new power. Patting Lucille
on the head, he pulled her face out of his crotch and pushed her
gently to the side. "Would I what, Angela?"

	"Oh please Homer. W-w-would you p-p-put your thing in my... "

	"Would I put what thing where, Angela?"

	"Oh Homer, please don't embarrass me this way. You know what I
mean, don't make me say it."

	"No Angela, I don't know what you mean. Now are you going to
tell me what you want and why you want it, or should I send you back
to the Chief?"

	"Goddamn you, Homer. Fuck my ass. There, I've said it. I need
to get laid. You saw me just now. I tried to give up my asshole, but
he said you had to do it first. So would you please shove your prick
up my asshole and fuck me? I'll suck you or whatever you want after
that, but please fuck my ass first."

	I don't think he would have sent her back to the Chief. When
he stood up, he was sporting a hard-on to be proud of and I know he
had to have someplace to put it. But making her beg like he did was
good. I think her begging changed their relationship more than the
butt fucking ever could. Placing the head of his dick on her sphincter
muscle, he rammed it home - and Angela's anal cherry was history.

	Homer (I made myself a promise never to call him "the Colonel"
again) was pounding away at Angela's ass. I don't know if he thought
he might never get a chance to fuck again, or he was making up for all
those years he had been subservient to her. Whatever it was, he was
giving her asshole a first-class reaming. And Angela had changed too.
When he first entered her, she had cried and begged him to be gentle.
But now she was eagerly meeting his thrusts and screaming for more. It
looked like she was on her way to becoming as enthusiastic an ass
fucker as Agnes was.

	Finally Homer dropped his load. Angela seemed to want to slump
down on the ground and rest, but Homer would have none of that. Taking
her hand, he led her back over to where the Chief was waiting. After
thanking the Chief for letting him have her cherry, he gave her to the
Chief and then returned to a still willing Lucille. If her begging and
ass fucking had left any doubts in Angela's mind as to her new status,
being given away like this should have dispelled all of them. She was
property - to be used and exchanged as we saw fit. She barely
whimpered as the Chief spread her out on her belly with her ass in the
air. And her asshole was reamed again, and again, and again. After the
Chief was finished, he had half a dozen more of his henchmen make sure
her cherry was really gone.

				* * *

	In the meantime, I turned my attention to Agnes. I pulled her
off of my dick just in time. If I'd waited another minute, I'd of
filled her mouth and that would have been it for fucking for a while.
As it was, my dick was twitching and begging for release. But I wasn't
ready yet. I laid her on her back and spread her legs wide. No one had
fucked her and I'd promised to take care of her pussy first, so right
now seemed like a good time for some hair pie. I'm not a prude, but
when it comes to eating, I prefer to go where no man has been before,
at least recently.

	One touch of my tongue and Agnes spasmed on me. And she kept
right on spasming. As my tongue probed deeper, she wrapped her legs
around my head. I thought she was going to crush my skull. I know she
cut off my air. I had to eat in order to breathe. Finally, with a
shuddering orgasm, her legs flopped loosely to the side. For a minute
I thought the woman had passed out. I don't think she'd ever been
eaten before. She'd obviously given plenty of blowjobs, but I doubt
that anyone had ever returned the favor. But I'd promised to take care
of her pussy and that's what I intended to do. Eating was only half of
it. What she needed was a good fucking. I slid up her body, and her
pussy welcomed me in. I couldn't believe the way she bucked. I thought
she was going to throw me off, but she wrapped her arms and legs
around me and pulled me in deeper. It just proved what I'd always been
told. Don't ever turn down a fat broad. They're more appreciative than
the skinny ones.

	Eventually, she collapsed again and I rolled off. But Agnes
was all over me, kissing and sucking, my balls and my dick. She even
stuck her tongue up my asshole. Then she sat up and smiled.

	"Nate, that was the best ever. I thought I'd been fucked
before, but I've never had it like that. I don't know what's going to
happen to us, but... but if it works out and they let us live, please
let me stay with you. I know I'm fat and you'll want someone else for
a wife, but please keep me. I'll be good to you, Nate. Just keep me
around as a concubine or something." Rolling over on her stomach, she
stuck her ass up in the air. "Now please, shove that wonderful prick
up my butt. You can stick it anywhere, anytime you want, but right now
your concubine wants it in her ass."

	This was a new twist. I'd never had a woman at my beck and
call before, but a willing one like this didn't seem like too bad an
idea. But I thought I'd check out her sincerity before I went any
further. I'd noticed a mark on some of the squaw's rumps and I knew a
little of this tribes customs. And if they let us live, I thought I
knew a way to keep her.

	"Agnes, do you understand what you're saying? You know a
concubine is really no more than a slave, except she's a sex slave. Do
you really want me to enslave you?"

	"I never really thought about it before, but I guess you're
right. They really are no more than sex slaves, are they? Oh yes Nate,
that's what I want! Oh, please fuck me hard. I'm getting horny just
thinking about it.

	"I grew up in the south. Before the war, my father and Joshua
both kept a couple of girls around to use and abuse whenever and
however they felt like it. And I know, use and abuse meant sharing the
girls with all of their friends and whipping them, sometimes just
because they wanted to. Sometimes they used to invite their friends
over and the girls would be there, with nothing on but their undies. I
can just imagine, you having a big party back east. And me serving the
food and drinks, with nothing on but my bloomers and bodice. Or maybe
with nothing on at all, just like I am now. Yes Nate, that's what I
want. Use me all you want, share me and humiliate me all you want,
even whip me all you want. Just please fuck me once in a while. Now
please, stick your prick in my ass. Butt fuck me, Nate! Show me you
want me!"

	Now came the test. As I slipped my dick up her chocolate
channel I told her my idea. "If I'm going to enslave you, Agnes, we're
going to have to do it with the Chief's blessings. Otherwise, he'll
probably take you with him when he goes and leave me here alone."
Agnes grunted her agreement with this, so I went on. "I don't know if
you noticed or not, but this tribe does keep slaves. And their slaves
are branded. If the Chief were to agree to this, I'm sure he would
insist on your being branded as well."

	Agnes' head snapped up at this. "Branded!" she exclaimed.

	"Yes Agnes. Right here!" I slapped her on the ass cheek to
mark the spot. I could see the thought playing around in her head as
she ground her ass back harder on my rod. I don't know what I had
expected, but she didn't seem to be nearly as repelled by the idea as
I had anticipated.

	At length Agnes spoke again. "If - if I'm branded, I'll be
marked forever as your slave. You could still sell me or give me away,
but I could never deny what I was. If someone took me, or even if I
just ran away, as soon as I took my pants off, whoever saw me would
know. And as passionate as I am, I know I couldn't keep my pants on
for long. Oh Nate, then I'd really be yours. Can we ask him now,
Nate?"

	I was still sawing in and out of her asshole. I know that if
she was my slave, I could do this anytime I wanted, but for now I was
only concerned with the short time. "Certainly not now, and not until
after Susan does her dance. Let's make sure he's in a good mood. For
now, you can be my temporary slave. Now show me what you can do with
this asshole. I want to know what I'm getting."

	"Yes Nate, whatever you say. I already feel like your slave.
The Chief will just make it official. But, but even if he doesn't
brand me, will you mark me later?" With that, she really started to
grind her ass. Agnes was a natural fuck, and she gave fantastic
blowjobs, but her asshole was where her talent really was. In no time
at all, I was shooting my load deep into her bowels, but her sphincter
kept gripping my prick, as if it were trying to milk it of every drop
of come.

	Bob had overheard our conversation, and seemed to be very
interested in its outcome. As soon as I was finished, I passed my new
slave on to him. "Do whatever you want with her, but give her back
when you're done."

	He returned the favor by handing Mabel to me. As she sat in my
lap, she leaned up and whispered in my ear "Are you really going to
make her your slave, Nate? That sounds so, so decadent."

	"Why not? She seems to be taking well to it. Besides, if the
Chief allows it, it might be the only way any of us get out of here.
From the way he's been acting, I think he'll let the men go. I'm
hoping he'll let us keep our slaves. Only thing is, you women are
going to have to declare yourselves. What Agnes doesn't realize, is
that slaves don't belong to one person. She'd be my slave first, but
she'd really belong to my whole tribe. And if we stay together, then
you're my tribe."

	"You mean... You mean she'd belong to all of us? But what if I
declared... ? Ohhh Nate, that ideas not decadent, it's positively
scandalous. But deliciously scandalous. Think you could get this thing
hard again? I can't believe how wet I'm getting, just thinking about
it."

	"Well Mabel. I might be able to, but you'll probably have to
talk me into it."

	Rachel had been listening intently to this conversation. "You
mean, if we don't declare ourselves to be your slaves, they might take
us with them to their camp?"

	"Well, there's no telling what they might do, but that's a
pretty good bet. Indians have a healthy respect for property,
particularly if they feel like they've given it to you. They might let
everyone go, but then again, they might decide to enslave, or even
kill all of us. There's just no telling." I knew I had put some
thoughts in both their heads. It was too soon to tell where they might
go with them, but life just might prove to be very interesting.

	Mabel had just slipped off my lap and taken me in her mouth
when Susan made her appearance. She was stunning. That's really all
that needs to be said, but I'll try to describe her anyway. The Indian
women had given her some of their clothes - a pair of moccasins,
aprons (similar to a breech cloth, but without a covering through the
crotch), and a vest. The vest was too small and kept falling open so
that we could see that her nipples had been heavily rouged. And they'd
given her a bath and makeup - dark eye shadow and lipstick. Her hair
had been cleaned, brushed and tied in a long pigtail. She'd been
beautiful all along. Cleaned up and made up, she was gorgeous.

	When the drum started, she started to dance. The squaws had
taught her a few Indian steps and she was doing a pretty fair
imitation of a Sioux war dance. Or more likely, a mating dance. She
really wasn't very good, but she was exquisite; and she tried hard.
And the braves were appreciative. She was doing her best and they knew
it. She didn't even need to take anything off. With every step, the
vest flashed open, showing off her tits, and every time she turned,
the aprons would expose her ass or cunt or both. Speaking of which,
Maggie and Priscilla had taken care of that too. Her cunt hair had
been trimmed up, just like Agnes' and the little bit that was left had
been darkened to show it off better. Then they had accented her pussy
lips with rouge. She was a virgin when she started, but I didn't think
she'd still be able to claim that by the time today was over.

	One of the braves jumped into the circle and started dancing
with her. Then he threw her to one of his friends. She was passed
around the circle like this, each one grabbing a feel before he passed
her on. By the time she landed in front of the Chief, she had lost the
vest and the aprons. The only thing she had left were the moccasins
and her collar.

	Bringing herself to her knees, she looked at the Chief
beseechingly. "Sir," she began. "I'm entirely at your mercy, but would
you do me the favor of ridding me of my virginity?"

	I think even the Chief was surprised by this request, but he
handled it well. "Which virginity did you have in mind?" he asked.

	"All of them, sir. My vagina and my anus. Or as Nate would put
it, my asshole and my cunt."

	I resented that. Never in my life had I talked to her like
that. But she was right. It would never have occurred to me to use
those other words for her two nether holes.

	After due consideration, the Chief answered her. "My dear, I
don't know if you were watching or not, but I just participated in
your mothers anal deflowering. As desirable as you are, it will take
me a few minutes to recover. Pick your partner for your formal
deflowering. After that's been accomplished, we'll see to your other
hole. Now run, go get him and bring him back here."

	Happily, Susan jumped up and ran off. Lots of men, to include
me, had hope, but I don't think anyone was surprised when she came
back with her big Indian buck.

	But if she thought she was going to lose her hymen in private,
she had a surprise coming. A couple of squaws took over and led her
into the center of the circle, calling for Maggie and Priscilla to
help. They laid her down on her back and then one of them grabbed her
ankles and bent them back over her head, spreading them wide while she
did it. Maggie was given one ankle while the squaw held the other. The
other squaw took a jar of buffalo grease and spread it liberally all
over her cunt and asshole, making sure she got plenty inside of both
holes. The

	n the Indian was brought into the circle. Priscilla was placed
on her knees and instructed to make sure he was good and hard. Our
bashful Priscilla went at it with gusto, tongue and lips everywhere.
When he was finally deemed ready, she stood back and the Indian knelt
between Susan's outstretched legs. One thrust and he was in. One
scream from Susan and she was eagerly thrusting back at him. And she
was screaming again, but they were different. Now they were eager,
encouraging screams as she struggled to pull him deeper and deeper
into her cavity.

	The brave no sooner emptied his load and pulled out, than his
place was taken by the Chief. He'd had Priscilla and Angela both
working on him ever since Susan started getting screwed, so now he was
more than ready. Judging from her reaction, Susan thought he was more
than ready too. Maggie and the squaw pulled her ankles down which
canted her asshole up higher, but Susan could still see the Chief
approaching between her outstretched legs. From her perspective, it
looked like he was carrying twelve inches of rock hard flesh that he
was fixing to ram up her defenseless butt.

	And then the Chief was upon her. She let out one fearful
whimper, but other than that, she was quiet, waiting for the
onslaught. It took a bit of poking and prodding, but finally, with the
aid of the buffalo grease, he parted her sphincter. With a mighty
shove, punctuated by an earsplitting scream from Susan, he buried
himself deep in her rectum. And it was done. Susan had lost all her
virginity, her mouth, her pussy, and now her asshole. When he
finished, the two women turned her over on her belly and left her
kneeling in the dust, ass turned up and legs parted, readily available
for everyone's use. A line of men, eager to try out this fresh stuff,
quickly formed. I know, I know, I'm a son-of-a-bitch. I was number two
in line.

	Well, Susan got her share of dick that afternoon. She
certainly didn't get as much as Maggie or Priscilla, but I think she
got more than any of the other women. While we were waiting in line,
the Chief had Maggie and Priscilla going up and down the line, making
sure everyone stayed hard. He took care of Angela himself, alternating
between having her suck him off and shoving his dick up her ass. He
might of used her cunt once in a while, but her asshole got the brunt
of it. Finally he called a halt to our use of Susan and the poor girl
sank to the ground, exhausted but still willing.

			       The End