From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Bank Robbers (bdsm)[1/2]
Date: 3 Nov 1996 20:43:00 GMT

			   The Bank Robbers
			       Part One

	The bank teller smiled warmly as he watched the pretty young
woman walk towards his window. She looked to be about nineteen years
old and was wearing tight riding jeans and boots. Her golden hair was
cut short and boyish and her blue eyes sparkled as she returned the
teller's smile.

	"What can I do for you today, Miss?"

	"I've come to make a withdrawal" she drawled in a sweet
Western accent.

	"I'm embarrassed to say I don't remember seeing you before,
Miss... err... "

	"Barret."

	"Sorry, Ma'am. Do you have your account number and some
identification?"

	Jane Barrett calmly raised a small handgun and pointed it
straight at the teller's face. "How about this?" She smiled as she
watched his expression turn from shock to amusement.

	"You don't really think you're gonna rob this bank with that
little ladies' gun, do you? If you shoot me with that it'll more than
likely make me real mad!"

	"Well, after I make you real mad with my little ladies gun, my
boyfriend over there is gonna make you real dead with his Colt 45."

	The teller's face froze as he looked across the room and saw a
young cowboy standing with his gun drawn. There were a few customers
in the bank and an old woman shouted, "Oh my God! It's a bank robbery!"
A panic-stricken mother clutched her young daughter to her side.

	"That's right!" The young man hollered out. "Everybody stay
calm and nobody will get hurt! You heard the young lady, Mister. She
wants to make a withdrawal. Empty your cash box into that sack she's
got and don't try anything funny."

	Will Fullerton and Jane Barrett had been passing through this
sleepy little town on the edge of the prairie and Jane couldn't resist
the lure of an easy job. Not a whole lot of money to be had here, but
then again, not real hard to take either.

	The teller glared at Jane as he began filling her sack with
cash from his box. Just as he was finishing, the sheriff burst into
the bank.

	"Just put that gun down, Miss. I wouldn't want to have to hurt
a sweet little thing like you." The sheriff had a shotgun pointing
towards Jane. He was so shocked at having a bank robbery in his tiny
little town that he didn't notice Will standing behind the door. He
heard the click of his 45, though, and felt the cool barrel of it
against his temple.

	"You better drop that, Sheriff, or I'll blow your head clean
off your shoulders... "

	The sheriff froze. He let his eyes flick sideways but didn't
move his head. He lowered his shotgun. Will grabbed it from him and
kept his gun pointed at the sheriff's head.

	Jane grabbed the money sack and turned to face the sheriff.
"So, you're the law around here, huh?" She laughed and swayed her hips
as she walked towards the sheriff, who had his hands raised. The
little girl began crying softly as her mother hugged her tighter to
her side. Jane looked at them for a moment, looked back at the
sheriff, and smiled evilly...

	"I don't like the law much, mister sheriff. I particularly
don't like sheriffs who point shotguns at me... " She stuck her tongue
in her cheek mischievously for a moment, then said, "Drop your pants,
sheriff." She had a wry smile on her face.

	The sheriff looked at her, stunned. He thought he
misunderstood her.

	"Hurry up. I ain't got all day!" She pointed her gun at the
sheriff's groin menacingly. "I ain't kidding!"

	The women in the bank gasped as they saw the sheriff undo his
belt and begin unbuttoning his pants. He let his pants fall around his
ankles and stood there in his longjohns.

	"Kick off your boots... get those pants right off. That's
right. Now the shirt too... "

	The sheriff unbuttoned his shirt. When he removed it he stood
there in only his longjohns and hat, glaring at the young woman with
the gun. Jane reached forward and knocked his hat off his head. She
pointed her gun directly at the sheriff's crotch, looked him in the
eye, and very slowly said with a smile:

	"Now the longjohns... "

	"What!" The sheriff gasped. "You can't be serious. There's
women and children here! What kind of person are you?"

	"The kind of person who will blow your balls off in exactly
five seconds if you ain't out of them longjohns... One... Two... "

	In a panic the sheriff tore open the buttons on his longjohns.
He pulled his arms out of the sleeves and pushed them down below his
knees. As Jane was counting five he just managed to step out of them
completely. This left him standing in the bank completely naked. Jane
and Will were laughing as he tried covering his groin with his hands.
The other customers stared in disbelief.

	The teller chose that moment to bring a gun up from behind his
window. Will noticed him out of the corner of his eye and in a flash
so fast you couldn't see his hand move he shifted and put a bullet
right through the teller's chest. As he slumped over the counter,
dead, the women in the bank began screaming.

	"Shut up!" Will yelled, pointing his gun in the direction of
the customers. The women were silent but still shook with sobs.

	Jane looked at the sheriff and said, "That was real stupid of
him. Don't you be stupid like your friend there... " She chewed her
lower lip for a moment, then continued:, "I want this whole town to see
what I think of the law... Get down on the floor on your hands and
knees... You heard me, hurry up! Down, dammit!... Now CRAWL out that
door and into the street! Move it!" She fired a shot in the air and
the sheriff turned and hesitantly began crawling towards the door, and
then out onto the wooden sidewalk.

	Jane snickered as she pulled her thick leather belt out from
her riding jeans. She folded it double in her right hand and slapped
it across the sheriff's naked ass. "Please!" the sheriff begged. "Not
out in the street! Not like this! There's women and children around!"

	Jane slapped the belt across his ass again and told him that
the children should learn early that they can't count on the law for
anything. Her slaps got harder and harder as she drove him out onto
the dusty street.

	The shots had caused a crowd of people to gather outside the
bank. They gasped when they saw their sheriff stark naked and crawling
in the dirt! The pretty young woman whipping his ass with her doubled
belt still held her pistol in her left hand. Will walked behind them,
his guns warning everybody not to try anything foolish.

	"Look mommy! Why is that lady giving Sheriff Porter a
tanning?"

	"Hush up, Sue Ellen" her mother warned.

	"But why did she take all of his clothes away?"

	"I said hush up, Sue Ellen! Don't look!" But the eyes of
everyone in the street were focused squarely on the bizarre scene
before them. When the sheriff got to the middle of the street Jane
made him stop and kneel upright. There must have been thirty or forty
townspeople gathered around. They were all staring in disbelief at the
sheriff and the young woman who was giving him orders.

	"Now look at all your friends and neighbors, especially the
women and children! They're all watching you!" Jane was giggling
evilly.

	Indeed, Miss Simmons, who ran the saloon, was enjoying the
show and tried to catch the sheriff's eye so he'd know she'd seen him.
Most of the children were in awe. The Thompson girls were giggling and
shoving each other.

	Jane saw all the people and felt almost intoxicated with her
power. She laughed as she said, "Start jerking off, Sheriff! Do it, or
I'll blow your head off right here! Don't test me!"

	There were gasps from the crowd as the sheriff put his
trembling right hand around his semi-hard penis and began slowly
pumping.

	"Faster!" Jane shouted. "And look up at the people!"

	The sheriff looked up and saw the eyes of the town on him. A
couple of them were probably enjoying this, however, most of the
people looked embarrassed to see the sheriff humbled before them.

	The sheriff pumped faster. His penis was fully erect in spite
of the great shame he was experiencing. Jane taunted him loudly and
threatened to put him across her knee for a good spanking, which
brought gasps from the women in their bonnets and giggles from the
children. Just then Will rode up on his horse. He had Jane's horse
with him. He handed her the reins as he kept his 45 directed at the
crowd.

	Jane slipped her belt back around her tiny waist then climbed
up onto her horse. She sat there watching the sheriff for another
minute then fired her pistol into several of the storefront windows on
the street, shattering the glass.

	"Don't any of you try to follow us or you'll wind up dead like
that teller in the bank! See ya around, Sheriff!"

	She and Will whirled around and began galloping down the road.
She looked back and saw the sheriff still on his knees and pumping
while a young man came running out of the bank towards him carrying
his clothes. They spurred their horses and galloped out of town. They
were both laughing heartily as the wind whistled past their faces.

	"That was really funny, Jane. What made you do that!"

	"I don't know, Will. I guess I was just bored, and seeing him
pointing that shotgun at me kinda made me mad."

	They slowed their horses down and continued riding out into
the prairie. Will rode a little bit behind Jane. He liked watching her
tight ass bouncing up and down on the saddle and couldn't wait till
nightfall when they'd count up the money and then make passionate
love.

	After a couple of hours they stopped to rest the horses. They
were both getting a bit hungry by this time. As they walked up along a
ridge Will motioned Jane to get down on the ground.

	"Look over there!" Jane followed his pointing hand and saw
what looked like a small Indian village. There were a couple of dozen
teepees and a fire burning in the center, being tended by a squaw.

	"Looks like the braves are off hunting. I only see one guard
down there, the rest seem to be women and children. Look at that meat
on the spit! Mmmmmmm... sure beats the jerky we've been chewing on."

	They went back and secured their horses, then they both
climbed stealthily down towards the village and took their positions.

	Jane slowly walked out into the open, towards the fire. Her
hands were in the air and she was saying, "Hello... I'm a friend. Do
you have something to eat?"

	The squaw tending the fire was startled. The brave looked
confused, then wary. He put his hand on the hilt of his knife and
began walking towards her.

	Covered by her distraction, Will leaped from behind a teepee
and hit the brave on the head with a rock, knocking him out cold. More
squaws and a few children began coming out of the teepees but Will and
Jane both had their guns drawn by this time.

	"You don't mind if a couple of hungry travelers have a bite to
eat, do you?" Jane chuckled as she bent forward and picked the largest
piece of meat out of the fire. In a moment of pure spitefulness she
kicked dirt onto the fire and trampled the rest of the meat into the
ground. The squaws gasped and made gestures to stop her but Will
yelled a warning and pointed his gun at them.

	He joined Jane and she pulled off a hunk of meat and handed it
to him. As he chewed a huge mouthful he was looking lustfully at one
of the squaws nearby. He pointed his hand in her direction and said to
Jane:

	"Jane, dear. You don't mind if I help myself to one of these
little squaw women, do you? I mean, it wouldn't be like I was cheating
on you or nothin', it's only a squaw. Besides, watching you back there
at the town made me a little ornery, if you catch my drift."

	Jane looked at the squaw. She didn't like the idea of Will
with another woman, but he was right, it was only a squaw. Besides, it
might be fun to watch. "No skin off my teeth, Will. Just save
something for me tonight!"

	The squaw couldn't speak English but she knew what was going
on when Will began walking towards her. She turned on her heel to run
but Will jumped her and brought her crashing to the ground with him on
top. She shrieked as Will began tearing at her clothes. He pulled out
his knife and cut the laces on her buckskin dress. After that he just
had to pull it off her squirming hips and legs and she lay naked on
the ground, still fighting and trying to bite him. He gave her a hard
slap on the face which quieted her down somewhat.

	"Look at these titties, Jane!" He moulded the firm reddish
brown flesh and fingered a large brown nipple and aureole. He squeezed
it hard between his fingers until she yelped in pain. Will laughed
cruelly and squeezed it again, harder. Will reached down with one hand
and unbuttoned the fly of his pants. He forced the squaw's legs apart
and climbed on top of her. The other squaws watched in horror as he
roughly inserted himself into her and began fucking her hard, pulling
her tits as he rode her. Jane was laughing at the sight and kept her
gun pointing at the others to keep them in line.

	Just then she heard a twig break behind her. She turned to
look and felt one huge hand placed around her mouth while another
grabbed her arm in a vice grip and removed her gun.

	All hell broke loose. The other squaws leapt on Will and began
clawing at him as he humped the poor woman beneath him. Another brave
gave a blood curdling yell and threw himself on Will, pulling him out
from between his victim's legs. The hunting party had returned! They
saw what was happening and crept up on Jane while she was distracted
watching Will.

	The brave who had thrown Will to the ground screamed again and
pulled his knife. He lifted his arm above his head and prepared to
drive it into Will's chest when another hand grabbed his arm and held
it. He glared at the brave who had restrained him then calmed slightly
as they exchanged words in their own language.

	Will and Jane were hauled to their feet. Will's pants were
still open but his penis had shriveled back within.

	The other women helped Will's victim up and wrapped her dress
around her. She glared hatefully at both him and Jane, now being held
in the midst of about two dozen braves.

	One of the braves walked towards the captives. He wore more
feathers in his hair and appeared to be a chief of some sort. He spoke
halting English as he addressed them.

	"Why you do evil in our home?" He looked at Jane and said, "You
steal our food and ruin much. This is wrong."

	"We were hungry! We're willing to pay for it. We've got lots
of money!"

	"No! You not pay. You steal!" He looked at Will and shook his
head.

	"You do bad to Little Flowers. You bad people. We should kill
you. Maybe we will. You must be punished for these bad things you do."

	The other Indians shouted their outrage. A few yells went up
as they all gathered around to watch what would happen to the white
man and his woman.

	The chief pointed to Will and said, "First you. Your woman will
watch you... " He said something else in his language and the others
nodded their heads and began laughing. The women came forth and
grabbed Will. The one who he had raped held a knife to his throat,
pressing it hard against him and nearly breaking the skin. The other
squaws worked quickly and began stripping him. They removed his boots
and then, using their knives, they simply cut all of his clothes away.
In less than a minute he stood completely naked as his clothes lay in
shreds on the ground around him. The men and the children sat on the
ground and hooted, encouraging the squaws.

	"W-what are you doing? Leave me alone!" Will cried. The squaws
overpowered him by their sheer numbers. Little Flowers kept the knife
near his throat as they forced him down onto the ground on his back.
Jane didn't like what she was seeing. It didn't bode well for her, but
she was powerless to do anything to help Will as he lay there on the
ground.

	Another squaw brought out a long coil of rope. She used her
knife to cut a small length. With the others holding Will down, she
managed to use the short piece of rope to tie his right wrist to the
inside of his right ankle. She had to bend his knee outward to do
this. She then took the long coil of rope and looped one end around
and around his left ankle, then tied a tight knot. With a hoot the
women began hauling on the rope and dragging Will around on the ground
by his left ankle. His left arm was free but the way his right wrist
and ankle were tied, his genitals were wide open and exposed, along
with his ass. Jane watched in horror as Will whimpered in disbelief
and fear.

	The other squaws picked up branches and began switching him
wherever they could as he was dragged around by his leg.

	"No! Please!" he begged, but they continued thrashing him
while the whole village joined in the laughter. Jane was feeling even
more uneasy after seeing what they were doing to poor Will.

	Little Flowers yelled something to the others and they all
headed off towards a small clump of trees about a hundred yards away.
Will was dragged and switched the whole way. The rest of the village
followed, taking Jane along with them.

	The squaws stopped at a medium sized tree. There was a
horizontal branch about eight or nine feet up. A couple of feet away
from it, hanging from an adjoining branch, was a large hornets nest.

	The squaws threw the free end of the rope up and over the
first branch, careful not to disturb the nest. They began hauling on
the rope and eventually hoisted Will upside down in the air till his
left foot was only a few inches from the branch. He squirmed as he
dangled there. His left hand was still free but he couldn't do
anything with it. His right wrist and ankle were still tied, which
forced his right thigh down nearly level with his shoulder. In this
manner he was obscenely spread as he dangled before the whole village.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Bank Robbers (bdsm)[2/2]
Date: 3 Nov 1996 20:43:31 GMT

			     The Robbers
			       Part Two

	Will was crying now. He was scared witless and twisted as he
begged the laughing women to let him down. They answered him by
continuing to thrash his helpless body with the switches. Finally they
stopped and one of them reached up and began pulling on his penis. In
spite of his fear, he began to respond to the stimulation and soon he
had a raging hard-on. The squaw backed away and watched him hanging
there helplessly with a stiff dick. The others had all moved back
about twenty yards and were crouching and watching from a gully behind
a fallen tree. Little Flowers stood halfway between them and the tree
and hefted a rock. She tossed it at the hornets nest but missed. When
Will saw what she did he yelled:, "NO! PLEASE!!!"

	Little Flowers picked up another rock and hurled it. This time
she hit the hornets nest squarely. It was lodged pretty well and
didn't fall, but the hornets came rushing out angrily to defend their
nest. Little Flowers ran back to join the others as they watched the
hornets swarm over the dangling nude body of Will Fullerton!

	Oh, how he screamed! His free hand swung wildly but served
only to anger the hornets even more as his body twisted wildly under
the onslaught, shaking the tree and bringing out the rest of the
hornets. In his exposed position they stung him all over, especially
around his spread thighs, buttocks and groin. They were even stinging
his asshole!

	Jane knelt behind the fallen tree with the others. The
difference was that while they were all laughing and yelling, her face
was white with shock. She heard the tormented screams of Will; the
pitiful pleading as he futilely fought off the stinging horde that
swarmed over him like a black cloud. The branch he hung from creaked
as he bounced and swung. For nearly five minutes they stung him over
and over. His agony was extreme. Finally the struggling stopped. Will
hung motionless from the limb. After a minute of this the hornets
finally gave up on him and began retreating back to their shaken but
undamaged nest.

	Cautiously the others abandoned their shelter and crept back
towards the tree. What Jane saw made her gasp! Will's right wrist and
ankle were still tied together and hung down, fully exposing his
genitals and ass. His thighs and buttocks were swollen with welts.
There had to have been over a hundred stings, most of them around his
ass. She could see that not even the soles of his feet had been
spared, but what made her shiver was the cluster of welts right around
his gaping asshole! He even had welts on his penis and ball sac. Poor
Will! The agony he must have suffered! The squaws lowered him to the
ground. Little Flowers felt the side of his neck and nodded in
approval. Two braves picked Will up and carried him back to the camp.
They untied his wrist and ankle and began smearing him all over with
mud. Another squaw began mixing up some foul smelling concoction and
used a wooden spoon to spread it all over the worst welts. Could he
possibly still be alive? How could he? Yet, even as she watched she
saw an almost imperceptible stirring and a little spittle escaped the
corner of his mouth. His body was swollen and he began shivering. They
put him close to the fire and covered him with a buffalo hide.

	The chief turned to Jane and said:, "He strong. He may die, he
may live. Me think he will live. Medicine help take poison from him."

	Jane was relieved, and horrified. "What will happen if he
lives? Will you let us go?"

	"He bad man. He given to Little Flowers as slave. He get well.
Two, three days, poison all gone. Then Little Flowers hang him same
way from tree again and wake shashumis with rock. Next time poison not
so bad. Shashumis still sting but poison not so bad for him. Two,
three more days she hang him from tree again... and again... and
again... same way each time."

	"Oh, my God!" Jane gasped. "You can't do that!"

	"He bad man. He belong to Little Flowers now. Little Flowers
say he to be punished for his bad things. He to be kept bare, tied on
knees with head to ground. The young will tease him. Squaws will laugh
at him. He eat only what others not. Every two, three days Little
Flowers will hang him from tree same way and wake shashumis with rock.
Whole village watch. Bad punishment for bad man. He stay alive many
moons, many years. Little Flowers punish him long time."

	Jane felt her legs trembling. "My God!" she whispered. She
looked at Will. He was shivering by the fire, wrapped in the buffalo
hide. Poor Will! A knife in the heart would have been better than
this! She gulped and suddenly wondered in panic what her own fate
would be. The chief was looking at her sadly.

	"You bad woman. You steal food. You destroy what you don't
eat. You help bad man. You bad too."

	"No, chief! He made me do those things!"

	"No! You lie! You must be punished too."

	The chief spoke at length to his own people. Jane expected the
men, but it turned out to be the women, once again, who approached
her. She struggled and kicked as they grabbed her. Just as they did
with Will, they used their knives to cut her clothes away. In a minute
she was left wearing only her thick leather belt. It contrasted with
her smooth white skin. The women stared in awe at her pink nipples and
short blonde hair. Jane only weighed around 110 pounds so they had no
trouble forcing her to the ground on her hands and knees. A squaw held
each of her hands to the ground and two others held her knees apart.
With nothing on but the dark belt her creamy ass looked like a smooth
round globe, bisected in the middle. Her asshole was in clear view and
her downy pouch peeked out from behind.

	There was much laughter now as one of the older women picked
up a switch and touched it to her ass. She reached up and swung down
with a snap. <Crack!> A red stripe appeared across both white cheeks.
Jane yowled in pain and shock and the rest of the villagers laughed.
The old squaw gave her a dozen more swipes then sat down. A young
girl, barely of age, replaced her. Jane howled and twisted shamelessly
as the young girl switched her over and over, crisscrossing her ass
and leaving a pattern of stripes. She then said something to the
squaws holding Jane's legs. They each grabbed one of Jane's asscheeks
and pulled them wide apart. The young girl changed her angle and
resumed slashing away at Jane, this time making the tip of the switch
hit right against Jane's asshole! She was stretched so wide that her
asshole was opened. A tiny bit of hair could be seen around the rim
and sweat glistened as it was switched.

	Jane howled and begged but the young squaw was relentless.
Eventually she stopped and was replaced by yet another squaw. The
switching went on and on. Jane's legs kicked and she howled like a
coyote as the rest of the village watched and cheered on the women.

	When they finally stopped, Jane's backside was a mass of
crisscrossed weals. Her shoulders heaved as she sobbed. The women
pulled her up and roughly sat her back on a small log they had placed
there. The log had a hole in it and a large wooden phallus had been
carved and stuck into it so it protruded upright.

	Jane was lowered into place so that the phallus passed between
her swollen cunt lips. It completely filled her up and held her pinned
to the log. The bark was rough against her sore backside. Jane sat
there on the phallus, her knees were pressed against the side of the
trunk an inch or two from the ground and her feet pulled backwards.
They pulled her hands behind her back and tied them and her ankles to
a branch behind her. Jane was impaled in a sitting position with her
hands and feet tied behind her. Her tits were thrust out straight and
her belly was sucked in. No doubt every brave's dick was hard as stone
at the sight but they wouldn't touch her, leaving her punishment to
the women whom she had stolen from. This, however, did not prevent
them from watching and enjoying the sight. The young braves were
especially interested and Jane could see their hard-ons poking their
loincloths up as they crouched nearby.

	When she was securely fastened, the women began taunting her.
Little Flowers pinched her nipples over and over while Jane pleaded
with her to stop. Now that the tables were turned Jane didn't think
much of nipple pulling!

	Night was wearing on. Most of the day's food had been ruined
and the people went to bed hungry. One of the squaws stayed by the
fire watching Will as he shivered and slept. She occasionally would
look across at Jane and snicker. Jane felt embarrassed to be so
helpless before her and the wooden phallus in her cunt was beginning
to itch. All in all it was to be a most uncomfortable night.

	Will stirred a few times during the night and the squaw put a
damp cloth on his forehead to ease the fever. After he had settled
down she got up and walked over to Jane. She reached out a hand and
hesitantly touched her smooth skin. Much smoother than her own Indian
skin. The squaw let her hand trace down along Jane's belly till she
came to the downy patch of pubic hair. This was very interesting to
her! It was blond and light and the pink folds of her cunt could be
seen right through the strands. The Squaw felt the softness of the
hair and let her fingers accidentally brush against Jane's clitoris,
which was poking out between the soft folds of flesh. Jane shuddered
and involuntarily moaned. The Squaw pulled her hand back then giggled
and looked around to see that nobody else was around. She was about
Jane's age and had never seen a white woman up close before. She put
her hand back down and used her middle finger to lightly brush Jane's
clit again. More moaning from Jane encouraged her to do even more. The
squaw knelt down, staring directly into Jane's half-closed eyes and
began rubbing faster and faster. When Jane's moans got louder the
squaw took a piece of Jane's shredded clothes and stuffed them into
her mouth. She tied a gag to keep them in place then spent the next
hour mischievously rubbing Jane's clit, almost to orgasm, but backing
off each time before she could climax. Jane had tears in her eyes as
she squirmed and tried fucking the wooden phallus. The Indian girl was
enjoying herself immensely! With her other hand she pulled and tweaked
Jane's nipples and felt the softness of her hair.

	Jane was nearly convulsing with desire when the squaw abruptly
got up. Another squaw had come to relieve her watch. Thankfully the
second squaw only changed the wet cloths on Will's forehead and left
her alone to squirm on the log. She cried her frustration into her
gag. Eventually Jane fell into a fitful sleep.

	Jane awoke to the sounds of morning movement. Most of the
Indians were already up and about. Little Flowers pulled the hide back
from Will's sleeping form. His fever had broken during the night and
he began to slowly move his limbs. The swelling had already started to
abate somewhat but he still looked puffy and could not move except in
pain. Jane was still tied to the tree trunk and was being largely
ignored as she watched the activities around her. Off to the right at
the edge of the clearing she saw a squaw pounding a short stake deep
into the ground. Will was rousted and some food was placed by his
head. He pushed it away and the brave who put it there casually picked
it back up and walked away.

	Little Flowers tied a rawhide collar around Will's neck and
attached a short rope to it. Tugging on it she managed to get Will up
on his hands and knees. She made him crawl over to the stake. She
tied the rope around the middle of the stake and then pounded it all
the way into the ground. Will's head could move no more than a couple
of inches up or down. Another squaw helped her to spread his knees
apart and these too were eventually tied and staked in place. This
left Will kneeling in an extremely vulnerable position. What he
didn't know then was that this was to be his permanent position from
now on!

	Little Flowers seemed satisfied with his exposure. The young
braves and squaws congregated around him and giggled as they touched
his ass. Little Flowers laughed and pulled a long feather from her
sleeve. They all watched in fascination as she taught them how to
torment his ass and penis with the feather. They giggled as they
watched him moan and squirm. He was begging them to stop but they
couldn't understand his words. Little Flowers left them with the
feather and went about her morning work. They each vied for turns with
the teasing feather as Will begged and shook his ass in a vain attempt
to avoid it. One of the girls found that by inserting her finger a
little ways into his asshole and wiggling it she could make him gasp
and jump!

	Jane watched helplessly from her perch on the log. What a
horrid fate! To spend the rest of his days wiggling at the end of a
mischievous girl's finger!

	As she watched them working Will over, her own unsatisfied
needs caused her to involuntarily begin humping the phallus she was
tied to. The other squaws noticed this and smiled knowingly. They
pulled her hard nipples whenever they walked by or tugged on her pubic
hair. For the next hour Will wiggled and pleaded and Jane squirmed
till finally the chief came over and stood in front of Jane. He
motioned for the squaws to untie her and remove her gag. Jane
immediately reached for her pussy to bring herself the climax she had
been denied so long but they grabbed her hands and held them while she
shivered.

	"You go home now. Bad man stay."

	"You can't leave him like that!" Jane sobbed.

	"You go home, but all who see you will know that you are
thief!"

	The squaws bent her over the tree trunk face down with her ass
up in the air. A brave walked towards them carrying a glowing red
brazier! Jane immediately recognized the symbol on it. It was the
Indian symbol for `thief'. Her eyes were wide with fear and she
pleaded but the squaws held her tight. The brave pressed the glowing
hot brazier into the left cheek of her ass and held it there for three
seconds. Jane shrieked in agony as she was branded. When the brave
lifted the smoking brazier away from her she slumped over, spittle
coming from her lips.

	The Indians were not quite through with her yet. They intended
to send her back in style! They tied each of her ankles to the
opposite ends of a stick to keep them about three feet apart. They
clasped her hands together, interlocking her fingers, and wrapped loop
after loop of rawhide around them, tying it off in a series of tight
knots she'd never be able to loosen. A rope was then tied between her
bound hands and the middle of the stick separating her legs. It passed
between her knees. This made it impossible for Jane to stand. If she
were to make it back to town she wouldn't be walking, she'd have to
crawl the whole way, with her legs spread and her branded ass up in
the air.

	As they were preparing to let her go, Little Flowers halted
them and spoke to the chief. She appeared to be asking his permission
and he nodded his head in approval. She then took two thin sticks
about a foot long each. She placed one above and one below Jane's
tits, clamping them together at the aureole so that the nipples stood
out and the flesh behind them was squeezed tight between the sticks.
She used rawhide at each end to lash the sticks together. She then
took water from a cup and soaked the rawhide thoroughly. When the sun
dried the rawhide out the clamps would tighten even more! But Little
Flowers was still not through! Jane's ass was already widely parted
but she used her fingers to pry Jane's asshole open. The others gasped
as they saw her take a small burr, about a half inch in diameter, and
insert it right into her gaping anus! It was lodged right at the rim
so that it could not come out. As Jane crawled, the burr would be a
constant irritant to her. Finally, Little Flowers took a small
pottery jug and knelt in front of Jane. She scooped her finger in and
lifted out a sticky amber fluid. She tasted it then held her fingers
to Jane's lips. Honey! With a smirk, Little Flowers put a dab of
honey on each nipple then knelt behind Jane's widely parted legs and
rubbed more of it in her cunt and directly on her clitoris. The myriad
of biting insects would have no difficulty finding Jane's most tender
places and the itching would be unbearable!

	Jane took one look back through tear-stained eyes at Will.
Poor Will! Most of the young braves and squaws had gathered around her
to watch her being prepared, but that one mischievous girl was still
behind him, causing him to gasp and plead as his ass squirmed under
her relentless touch. "Ahhhh... Please, help me!" he cried. Nobody
was listening. The girl grinned wickedly...

	The chief pointed back towards the town Jane and Will had just
robbed. It was the only town for over a hundred miles in any
direction. If Jane were to survive dehydration she'd have to crawl all
day and all night to reach it. The blazing sun would redden her white
ass and squeeze her bound nipples. The burr in her asshole and the
insects would torment her the whole way. When she got to town... if
she got to town, she would be on display to everyone there and at
their mercy. What would they do to her! They'd surely recognize her by
her short blonde hair and blue eyes. The Indian brand identifying her
as a thief would surely remind them who she was. Of one thing she was
absolutely certain... the sheriff would remember her!

			       The End