• Sign up or login, and you'll have full access to opportunities of forum.

THE GEORGIA PEACH III - The Steel Dove

Go to CruxDreams.com

curtis3.roots

Onlooker
"Using a deerskin rag to protect her hand, she applied some of the juice to Kate’s mound, and then deeper between her labia. "
Note to Chief (and all males here): you might want to reconsider any plans of dipping your tool in her honeypot!
Chief uses deerskin condoms. Maybe Kate will enjoy deerskin feeling ( “Fuck you me all, you savage bastards! FUCK YOU ME ALL!” !).
 

Fossy

Tribune
Chapter 19 – Respite, May 1865


Chief Wolf left Kate to her thoughts for a fleeting moment whilst he ogled her body from bound ankle to tied wrist. His cock was fully erect … she was a beauty … and to add to her allure, the girl was obviously in great discomfort, writhing in her bonds, stunning tight brine bondage and the appalling sharp piercings that now punctured her breasts.

“I’m going to cut you down, she-devil. You must regain strength for tomorrow’s torture.”

Kate heard the words but could only groan by way of response.

Using the sharp blade from the buckskin casing tied to his waist, Chief Wolf cut the bonds which were securing the girl’s slender, toned legs to rim of the wheel. He hesitated before similarly releasing her arms, and stepped back a few feet simply to watch her hanging by the wrists, crucifixion style.

Kate bit down onto her lower lip until it began to bleed slightly. A thin line of crimson running down her chin. She was unconsciously whimpering, a sound that began to excite Chief Wolf. He reached once more under his loincloth to openly finger his erection.

The she-devil’s suffering was an extremely sensual sight to witness. Her sinewy limbs flexed in the hope of finding just a little relief from the constant pain, but there was none to be had. Her chest muscles were spent and breathing was becoming ever more difficult.

When Chief Wolf became conscious of the fact that the girl was struggling in a potentially fatal manner, he knew that he needed to cut her down. After hitting the hard, dusty ground with a thud, Kate lay unmoving and silent, prostrate before the sadistic Chickasaw leader.

Chief Wolf reached down and pulled her head up by the hair. “You will be nursed by Sun Deer and many squaws. They use herbs and oils that can restore your strength and relieve your pain.”

The summoned braves were charged with dragging Kate to Sun Deer’s tepee. As the exhausted captive girl was pulled up from the dirt, Chief Wolf approached her limp form and moved his hands over and around her wounded breasts, flicking at the punctured flesh painfully sporting the antler shards.

He squeezed and fondled causing Kate to squirm and plead …

“Pl … please, no … more … I beg you …”

She knew that her words served no purpose other than to excite the savages, but Kate could not help herself.

After running his eager tongue over the stiff teats and blood-stained aureoles, the braves were ordered by the Chief to take their captive to the old squaw’s tepee. Kate’s feet were dragged along the ground, her lifeless body offering no movement whatsoever, as the flaps of the tepee were opened by the braves and Kate disappeared from sight.


Chapter 19 – Sun Deer’s Tepee, May 1865


As Kate was dragged into Sun Deer’s tepee her consciousness slipped away. It was her body’s way of escaping the agonies being inflicted upon it, and thus she offered no resistance as the squaws laid her on her back.

With their knives they cut the bindings that still held tight around her wrists and ankles, and tossed them aside, gazing down with a smile at the deep marks that were left behind.

The girl felt nothing as her slender arms were pulled out to the sides and her wrists tied to short stakes that had been hurriedly pounded in the earthen floor of the tepee. Her legs were stretched and similarly staked wide apart.

The squaws knelt around the hapless girl. In repose, they marvelled at her feminine beauty. Her tanned, somewhat burnt, skin was still paler than that of their own, and they were intrigued by the stubble hair that was appearing across her mound.

Sun Deer directed the healing activity with knowledge and patience. Their task was clear; tend to the captive’s wounds and allow her to regain some strength. There were further torture ordeals to visit upon her nubile frame and the Chief wanted her to feel each and every one.

Bowls of water were brought in. The squaws lightly fingered the soft folds of Kate’s labia and swabbed it to remove any residual nettle juice. They crushed a variety of leaves in wooden and clay pots creating a paste, which they applied to the angry welts adorning her body and to her raw wrists and ankles.

Knowing that the she-devil remained unconscious, and therefore unable to fight, they untied one wrist so that they could lift her up and reach her back and ass. Kate’s beautiful face lolled to the side. Her dry, parched lips parted, and a low moan escaped her lips.

The same squaws who had revelled in the girl’s agony now caressed her, stroked her thick black hair, marvelled at her high cheekbones and small nose and wide eyes, momentarily closed under heavy lids. They allowed themselves the luxury of exploring between her legs, the stubble and the open, exposed slit, probing, pressing, pushing … the squaws nodded at one other, giggling at their own actions.

Indeed, even in her enslaved and lifeless state, Kate oozed sensuality. At least six pair of hands ministered to her motionless body, and their touch had the inevitable effect. Blood flow returned and a certain tumescence ensued. Kate’s clitoris swelled, lengthened, and pushed free of its hood for all to see.

There was a murmur of asexual approval and a flurry of grabs at the dripping recesses between the legs of each and every squaw. It seemed they were not confined by sexual classification for their stimulated pleasure. Man or woman … conscious or unconscious ... arousal was arousal! Kate’s eyes fluttered a little and her lashes began to pull apart.

As a long digit slipped fully inside her body, Kate was jolted into a sudden mindfulness so abruptly that the circle of squaws was startled and drew back. The object of their lust was awakened, and now she arched her body upwards away from the floor to which she was staked. Unconscious, she was an object of desire, but awake and once more the incarnation of the monstrous she-devil, Kate became ‘a thing’ … good only for exorcising their desire fuelled torture-lust!

But the bound girl’s addled mind was incapable of rational thought. She knew that she was being held captive by a renegade tribe of Indians, every one of which thought she was a she-devil. Kate was also aware that this was not about interrogation, not about providing information … this was simply about the savages exacting their perverted pleasure towards their so-called revenge, until the point where they became bored and awarded her a long, slow, painful death. Glancing down her naked body, Kate saw the shards of antler sticking out from her breast and she groaned.

Only half awake she may be, but Kate was terrified. Testing her new bonds, her continued helplessness was only too clear, and so resigned, she lay back on the dusty earth. Kate turned her head sideways and saw the squaws congregated a few feet away from her staked-out body. She closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind of anything at all, so that she could more clearly consider her options.

She wanted to escape from these savage bitches, however, Kate knew that this was not to be. Shaking her from her brief reverie, Chief Wolf grunted as he entered the tepee.

He knelt by Kate and twisted her head towards him. She could see his erection bobbing free under the small loin cloth, his crazed grin dripping saliva.

“I need to hear you scream again she-devil!” And with that he reached out and took both antler shards, the ones piercing each of her breasts, and twisted them …

Kate screamed to order, and with all of her muscles flexing, tried to pull the stakes from the hard ground. She wanted to wrap her delicate fingers around the Chief’s throat and squeeze the air out of the cruel sadist. But instead she heard herself screaming again, and again …

Chief Wolf raised himself from his knees and, smiling knowingly, made to leave the tepee. “Make her strong, Sun Deer. Her next stakeout will not be gentle like this one.”

Kate cried out yet again, even more loudly, as her tormentor exited.

Sun Deer could see that Kate was beginning to lose consciousness. They had given her water, but she was badly hurt, both mentally and physically. Every sinew in her body was corded and in obvious pain. The toes of her beautiful feet were flexed, pointing up to the roof of the tepee, and her body glistened with shining perspiration …

This was far from over … in fact it had only just begun!


To Be Continued ...
 

Attachments

Fossy

Tribune
Chapter 19 – A New Day … Same Fate, Chickasaw Camp May 1865


The air inside the wigwam was stifling. The humidity was becoming intolerable, and Kate had woken with an intense thirst. ‘Woken’ was an overstatement because in truth, staked out spread-eagled, naked to the dirt floor of a Chickasaw tepee, the poor girl had hardly slept at all. Fitful dozing had been all she could claim. Her lips were cracked and dry, but the real frustration was the intense need she had to urinate.

The entrance flap flew open and in walked Chief Wolf. He was holding two steaming wooden bowls in his hands. The small fire in the corner of the tepee illuminated his strong features. There was a grimace on his face as he approached the staked-out girl.

“Corn squash for you, she-devil.” The pulp in the bowl was shown to Kate. It smelled terrible, but she needed something to sustain her.

“Water … please …”

Sun Deer moved to kneel by her Chief. “She need to piss too,” the old squaw said looking at the moistened folds between Kate’s legs.

The Chief smiled and nodded. “First she drink. Give water. Then she eat. She piss later.”

His smile turned to a grin.

As more Chickasaw women entered the tepee to observe, Chief Wolf reached down to untie Kate’s aching arms.

“Sit,” he instructed, and, when she eventually complied, dragging herself into a seated position, grimacing as the welts on her buttocks were grazed by the dirt and dust, a drinking cup was put to her parched mouth.

Kate drank greedily, feeling the water flow down her throat as well as drip onto her sore and wounded breasts. Then the stinking bowl of hot liquid was offered to her. Despite the aroma the contents of the bowl were eaten slowly but surely by the hungry girl, and she realised that the taste was not as bad as the smell.

With a wide beam splitting his mouth Chief Wolf pushed Kate back to the ground. Her arms were stretched out once more and her wrists retied. Chief Wolf handed the empty bowl to a squaw and told everyone else to leave.

“When the sun rises she-devil, you will find yourself staked out once more. Four pieces of tree wood being forced into earth for you. We bring ants. They bite and crawl inside you. How long it take you to scream?” He chuckled at the words. Kate could only turn her head to the side in an attempt to hide the tears that were now running down her smooth cheeks.”

Kate wanted to vomit, but held it back knowing that if she did then she would be made to lay in it.

“You piss?” He asked.

Kate nodded slowly, “Yes … please.”

Chief Wolf simply stood up and laughed.

“Go to hell, you dirty savage!” Kate could not stop the words from pouring out, but her outburst was greeted by the Chickasaw leader resuming his kneeling position and slapping her hard across the face.

“As ants begin their torment, your arrogance will cease, devil-bitch! You will twist in pain, and whimper for me to stop torture.”

As he said this Chief Wolf twisted the antler shards embedded deeply into Kate’s breasts and she screamed to the point of passing out … but the savage would not allow that mercy and he kept her the conscious side of oblivion.

The flap of the tepee flew open once again and several braves entered. While the Chief watched they untied their captive and dragged her out into the glare of the morning sun.

Held up by the warriors at her sides, Chief Wolf stood before her.

“The time has come.” The brutal sadist circled around Kate, running his callused hands over body. “Beautiful.”

“Give more water.”

Kate knew what he was doing but her thirst was raging once more following the effects of the spices in the Corn Squash, and so again she drank eagerly, knowing that every drop she took in filled her bladder a little more … and then a little more until she was desperate to empty it.

… and then, empty it she did!

The gathered crowd of renegade Chickasaw laughed and mocked as the drops of yellow fluid turned into an arc of golden liquid. Kate pissed herself before her contemptuous audience. But in truth she was way beyond humiliation and the relief her empty bladder gave her outweighed the degradation that the act had implied.

When she was done Sun Deer took great delight in slapping her hard across the face ... so powerful was the blow that blood trickled from the corner of Kate’s mouth.

“Spread her!” Chief Wolf screamed his order and the poor, naked girl was force-walked some distance out of the immediate area to accept her fate. She saw the stakes firmly embedded in the dry earth … and despite the early hour, the sun already beat down mercilessly.

Chief Wolf grinned. “I want Sun Deer to tie down she-bitch. Do it!”

Rawhide thongs were handed to the grinning old squaw. Having been soaked overnight in a bucket of brine, the short rawhide thongs were wet and pliable, and would shrink, biting into her limbs once more as the hot sun dried them out.

The savages had Kate on her back and were holding onto her arms and legs. Chief Wolf stood to the side with his arms crossed at his chest.

“Do it! Tie she-devil to the stakes! NOW!” he shouted.

Sun Deer knelt at Kate’s right arm and looked into her face. Her tormented beauty momentarily took the old squaw’s breath away, and from somewhere the young girl found the will to struggle. But her brief fight was to no avail, as her wrist was easily pushed to the first stake.

Sun Deer wound the piece of rawhide around Kate’s already bruised limb, pulling it tight, then looping it to the stake itself. Chief Wolf looked down on proceedings and slowly shook his head, causing his many feathered head-dress to flow behind him.

“Tighter. Pull the bindings TIGHTER. I want her to hurt.”

Sun Deer eagerly obeyed the orders from her Chief, and heard the young girl moan softly as the thong dug deeper into her delicate flesh. Kate knew that as it dried the pain would increase, it always did. Attention moved to her other arm, and the process was repeated.

When Sun Deer knelt at Kate’s legs, he got his first close up glimpse of the young girl’s feet. They had high arches and were sinewy and slender. The soles still bore faint scars from when the Union Foragers had beaten her there with a cane over a year ago. Her toes were straight and long. Kate flexed and rotated her ankles.

The elderly squaw grasped first one ankle, then the other, and pulled them, in turn, to a wooden stake. She then wound the rawhide about the ankles and pulled the tie taut, fastening them securely to the stakes. She was spread like an eagle.

The female Chickasaw with the long grey hair stood up and looked down at her handiwork, before turning with a smile to her Chief.


To Be Continued ...
 

Attachments

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
Chapter 19 – A New Day … Same Fate, Chickasaw Camp May 1865


The air inside the wigwam was stifling. The humidity was becoming intolerable, and Kate had woken with an intense thirst. ‘Woken’ was an overstatement because in truth, staked out spread-eagled, naked to the dirt floor of a Chickasaw tepee, the poor girl had hardly slept at all. Fitful dozing had been all she could claim. Her lips were cracked and dry, but the real frustration was the intense need she had to urinate.

The entrance flap flew open and in walked Chief Wolf. He was holding two steaming wooden bowls in his hands. The small fire in the corner of the tepee illuminated his strong features. There was a grimace on his face as he approached the staked-out girl.

“Corn squash for you, she-devil.” The pulp in the bowl was shown to Kate. It smelled terrible, but she needed something to sustain her.

“Water … please …”

Sun Deer moved to kneel by her Chief. “She need to piss too,” the old squaw said looking at the moistened folds between Kate’s legs.

The Chief smiled and nodded. “First she drink. Give water. Then she eat. She piss later.”

His smile turned to a grin.

As more Chickasaw women entered the tepee to observe, Chief Wolf reached down to untie Kate’s aching arms.

“Sit,” he instructed, and, when she eventually complied, dragging herself into a seated position, grimacing as the welts on her buttocks were grazed by the dirt and dust, a drinking cup was put to her parched mouth.

Kate drank greedily, feeling the water flow down her throat as well as drip onto her sore and wounded breasts. Then the stinking bowl of hot liquid was offered to her. Despite the aroma the contents of the bowl were eaten slowly but surely by the hungry girl, and she realised that the taste was not as bad as the smell.

With a wide beam splitting his mouth Chief Wolf pushed Kate back to the ground. Her arms were stretched out once more and her wrists retied. Chief Wolf handed the empty bowl to a squaw and told everyone else to leave.

“When the sun rises she-devil, you will find yourself staked out once more. Four pieces of tree wood being forced into earth for you. We bring ants. They bite and crawl inside you. How long it take you to scream?” He chuckled at the words. Kate could only turn her head to the side in an attempt to hide the tears that were now running down her smooth cheeks.”

Kate wanted to vomit, but held it back knowing that if she did then she would be made to lay in it.

“You piss?” He asked.

Kate nodded slowly, “Yes … please.”

Chief Wolf simply stood up and laughed.

“Go to hell, you dirty savage!” Kate could not stop the words from pouring out, but her outburst was greeted by the Chickasaw leader resuming his kneeling position and slapping her hard across the face.

“As ants begin their torment, your arrogance will cease, devil-bitch! You will twist in pain, and whimper for me to stop torture.”

As he said this Chief Wolf twisted the antler shards embedded deeply into Kate’s breasts and she screamed to the point of passing out … but the savage would not allow that mercy and he kept her the conscious side of oblivion.

The flap of the tepee flew open once again and several braves entered. While the Chief watched they untied their captive and dragged her out into the glare of the morning sun.

Held up by the warriors at her sides, Chief Wolf stood before her.

“The time has come.” The brutal sadist circled around Kate, running his callused hands over body. “Beautiful.”

“Give more water.”

Kate knew what he was doing but her thirst was raging once more following the effects of the spices in the Corn Squash, and so again she drank eagerly, knowing that every drop she took in filled her bladder a little more … and then a little more until she was desperate to empty it.

… and then, empty it she did!

The gathered crowd of renegade Chickasaw laughed and mocked as the drops of yellow fluid turned into an arc of golden liquid. Kate pissed herself before her contemptuous audience. But in truth she was way beyond humiliation and the relief her empty bladder gave her outweighed the degradation that the act had implied.

When she was done Sun Deer took great delight in slapping her hard across the face ... so powerful was the blow that blood trickled from the corner of Kate’s mouth.

“Spread her!” Chief Wolf screamed his order and the poor, naked girl was force-walked some distance out of the immediate area to accept her fate. She saw the stakes firmly embedded in the dry earth … and despite the early hour, the sun already beat down mercilessly.

Chief Wolf grinned. “I want Sun Deer to tie down she-bitch. Do it!”

Rawhide thongs were handed to the grinning old squaw. Having been soaked overnight in a bucket of brine, the short rawhide thongs were wet and pliable, and would shrink, biting into her limbs once more as the hot sun dried them out.

The savages had Kate on her back and were holding onto her arms and legs. Chief Wolf stood to the side with his arms crossed at his chest.

“Do it! Tie she-devil to the stakes! NOW!” he shouted.

Sun Deer knelt at Kate’s right arm and looked into her face. Her tormented beauty momentarily took the old squaw’s breath away, and from somewhere the young girl found the will to struggle. But her brief fight was to no avail, as her wrist was easily pushed to the first stake.

Sun Deer wound the piece of rawhide around Kate’s already bruised limb, pulling it tight, then looping it to the stake itself. Chief Wolf looked down on proceedings and slowly shook his head, causing his many feathered head-dress to flow behind him.

“Tighter. Pull the bindings TIGHTER. I want her to hurt.”

Sun Deer eagerly obeyed the orders from her Chief, and heard the young girl moan softly as the thong dug deeper into her delicate flesh. Kate knew that as it dried the pain would increase, it always did. Attention moved to her other arm, and the process was repeated.

When Sun Deer knelt at Kate’s legs, he got his first close up glimpse of the young girl’s feet. They had high arches and were sinewy and slender. The soles still bore faint scars from when the Union Foragers had beaten her there with a cane over a year ago. Her toes were straight and long. Kate flexed and rotated her ankles.

The elderly squaw grasped first one ankle, then the other, and pulled them, in turn, to a wooden stake. She then wound the rawhide about the ankles and pulled the tie taut, fastening them securely to the stakes. She was spread like an eagle.

The female Chickasaw with the long grey hair stood up and looked down at her handiwork, before turning with a smile to her Chief.


To Be Continued ...
A vivid and exciting interlude, bring us to a horrible setting for Kate. Too bad they are in Missouri. Here in South Carolina, we have "Fire Ants." I've been stung only a few times, but, DAMN they hurt!
 

Fossy

Tribune
Chapter 20 – Staked Out, Chickasaw Camp May 1865

@curtis3.roots @Loxuru @Heineudo et al - the ants are on their way ...



Fearing for what she might see, Kate kept her eyes tightly closed. But eventually, as the sounds of lewd cajoling and her natural curiosity increased, she eventually opened her eyes. She could see the glare of the sun, which was already at its zenith, but as she tried to move her head to avoid the glare, Kate found that there were two small stakes, one on each side pressed tightly against her temple at the left and the same spot on the right, preventing head movement of any kind. She felt grateful that the savages had not cut her eyelids off, for she had heard tell of such awful stories.

Pulling at the bindings Kate discovered that she was tied very tightly, and could not move a muscle, so taught were her widespread limbs.

“So, she-bitch, are you strong enough to fight the stretching of your limbs?” Chief Wolf was smiling as he observed how the skin of his nubile captive glistened in the sun, her chest already shining with perspiration.

“Warriors are out looking for ants to bring back for you.”

Kate began to struggle in her bonds.

“Is she-devil scared? You will soon know great pain as you try to escape the little biting Nan Okcha … your body trying to pull wood from ground …” he laughed heartily emphasising how impossible that would be.

“Two year ago, a strong young girl begged me to kill her as the Nan Okcha began to crawl into her eyes. Her begging was desperate, and it made her ripe for me to enter …”

“Y … you raped her while ants were biting her body and crawling all over her skin?” Kate spoke quietly but the abhorrence was still clearly evident in her tone.

The Chief laughed. “No, or they bite me too. But when Nan Okcha had fed on her she was washed down and then I fuck.”

Kate felt the bile rising from her stomach, as once more the sun’s rays forced her eyes closed.

“Before warriors return, I must do this.” His words caused Kate’s eyes to open.

Chief Wolf pulled a small knife from its sheath around his waist. He bent down next to Kate and made a shallow cut on her right breast where the antler shard protruded. The bound girl gasped at the sharp sensation, her body flinching at the sharp, superficial incision. He repeated the same action on her left breast, making the opening with a slow, merciless tempo, and then stood to watch the bright red blood as it emerged, mixed with her sweat, and flowed to the side to stain the dry, dusty earth.

“Nan Okcha enjoy blood of she-devil.”

The tribal leader could not hide his own stimulation as he squatted once more by Kate’s side. His loincloth was open and she could see his erection shining with the early release of his arousal.

Chief Wolf then caressed her stretched veined forearms before, cutting one deeply enough to let it bleed, but not enough to cause serious damage. He anticipated her flexing and writhing as the ants crawled and his captive suffered, and it stiffened his burgeoning erection even more.

With a lascivious grin playing on his lips, the Chief waved his hands, the meaning of the action clearly implicit, because in seconds he had the baskets of antler shards and cactus needles, along with more stakes and soaked, rawhide strips.

Another grunt over his shoulder brought him a pot of sticky, sweet nectar … honey!

He knelt between Kate’s wide spread legs, letting his touch linger over the taut muscles of her inner thighs, before pressing a short stake into the ground, inches from her labia, but pushed close to her thigh. Using the flat end of his tomahawk, he pounded the stake deeply into the earth.

Kate groaned as, once he had repeated the action on the other side of her body, he took a scoop of honey onto two fingers and began to massage her pussy. The girl’s groan turned to a writhe and a squirm as he opened her up with his ministrations, coating her soft folds with the sweet, sticky pulp.

The terrified girl knew that the ants would be attracted to this … but … fuckkkkkkk! He was juicing her too. Working his fingers faster, pushing the honey deep inside her body, he was stimulating her.

“Ohhhhhh pleeeease,” Kate could not supress her response, and felt an acute sense of bereavement when pulled his digits out of her.

“She-bitch gives me her nectar,” he laughed. But his mirth turned to serious concentration as he pulled the thin, left membrane of her labial folds between a finger and thumb, took a long, sharp cactus needle in his other hand and pushed it into the soft skin.

Kate yelled into the morning sun and the watching crowd of savages celebrated in admiration at the skill of their Chief.

A thin rawhide strap then stretched the sticky, honey-coated labial fold to the stake. The hapless girl tried to prepare herself for the repeat action, but when it came it hurt just the same.

However, even with her pussy now fully opened, its inner walls exposed, he wasn’t finished.

Kate’s clitoris was engorged from his earlier touch. Pushing the hood down either side of the little nub, the warrior Chief exposed the small erect nub even more. Then, with drool dripping from his tanned chin, he closed a pre-prepared knot over Kate’s clit, pulled it tightly close and then stretched the rawhide fastening to a third small stake that had had hammered into the dirt between her opened thighs.

Now he was done, the satisfied look on his face evident when he stood and stared down at the shivering, trembling girl, he saw not just her limbs staked out and opened wide, but her sticky sweet pussy was similarly exposed … along with the hard, little nub of her clitoris, the labial lips opened wide like butterfly wings!

She moaned and closed her eyes. In Kate’s tortured mind she knew that the Nan Okcha, as he called the ants, would feast like never before on her poor, bound body. The Chief completed his work by pasting more honey across her bleeding, punctured breasts, coating the smooth skin, the larger aureoles and the stiff little nipples …

He had, in times past, revelled in the torture of white girls, but this time, this she-bitch, with her magnificent body, aroused him like never before.

He reluctantly allowed his gaze to be drawn to the horizon. The braves who went in search of anthills were returning and the Indian Chief hoped that they had been successful in their pursuit. Chief Wolf wanted to see his magnificent captive suffering as the Nan Okcha carried out their torment.

His cock was still rigidly hard. Precum was clinging to the tip of the shaft, around his swollen head, but he did not want release just yet. That would come later.

Kate’s mouth was so dry that she couldn’t have spit at or cursed the savage sadist even had she had the strength, which she didn’t. The Chief rose from his haunches, hiding his member away under his loincloth. The braves had arrived.

Two younger warriors dismounted, each one carrying a small burlap bag. “Nan Okcha,” they smiled, very clearly pleased with their collective efforts.

“Let me see!” Chief Wolf peeked into the already opened bags. His face radiated delight.

Kate had heard appalling stories about Indian ant torture, and what it could do. The Chief’s story about the young girl, and how she suffered in the sun, played on her mind. This was something she never dreamed that she would have to endure.

The rawhide bindings were already beginning to dry in the sun, the nubile, naked flesh of Kate’s bound body exposed without any shade nor respite evident anywhere. She knew what was happening, but could not move adequately enough to see any ants. The two small stakes were holding her head tightly in position.

“It will not be long now, she-bitch. The scent of your blood mixed with the sweet champuli will quickly draw the Nan Okcha to you, so that you can soon feel them crawling up your legs and trying to enter your openings. I know you will try not to scream, but even your strong young body will eventually surrender.”

“Fuck you, you savage!!” Kate’s last vestiges of defiance heated up the Chief even more.

She continued to pull at her bonds as she felt the rawhide shrinking even more. Her chest muscles were screaming out for relief, and her contorted facial features bore testimony to the discomfort she felt from the small cuts on her upper body. The sun continued to beat down on her …

It wasn’t long before Kate felt the crawling sensation on her legs, her calves, her thighs. Then her breasts and abdomen and …

“Ohhh God, please stop this. MY GOD PLEASE HELP ME!”

The Chickasaw surrounded Kate, studying her face as the pain and discomfort, pain and terror increased.

The party had begun.


To Be Continued ...
 

Attachments

Fossy

Tribune
Chapter 21 – Ant hill - Chickasaw Camp May 1865


The scent of perspiring flesh and blood proved a irresistible stimulant to the marauding ants. The Chief recognised the crawling Nan Okcha as being of the Leafcutter variety, a foraging ant that can become particularly aggressive if disturbed, and his warriors had just dug up their nest and deposited the mound of writhing, wriggling soil on the dusty ground between Kate’s widespread thighs!

The poor, hapless girl yelled herself hoarse as she experienced an increasing number of legs slowly scurrying across her sensitive sun-burned and tortured flesh.

Unable to move her head any which way to see, she could only guess at the number of these demonic insects, and their progress. The honey, mixed with her blood and the natural juices oozing from her wide-open slit, was a tempting target for the vicious mandibles seeking a surface upon which to vent their anger, and proved to be a sweet treat as the insect pheromones gradually drove the little rusty coloured devils into a frenzy.

Their segmented bodies infested the perspiring crotch of the bound, spread girl and advanced toward the open portal of her pussy, where, with an uncanny instinct, they climbed the pulsating flesh.

Chief Wolf watched with glee. His eyes moved from the beautiful face of his victim, contorted in fear and agony, to her widespread thighs now sporting several dozen red invaders.

Kate resumed her slow writhing in anticipation of whatever was going to happen next. What she could not see was the phalanx of ants lining themselves in the deep opening between the thin membrane curtain created by her open labia. As soon as they were settled the angry insects sunk their jawbones deep into the tender flesh.

Kate arched, and bucked, and screamed … every action, motion or sound stiffening a savage’s cock or moistening a squaw’s pussy. Her abdomen, tight before, now rippled as her whole body trembled and shivered with uncontrollable panic, the stings and resulting venom entering her bloodstream.

The first ants to reach her urethra were coated in the honey-juices that had pooled there, and their progress was halted. But the mixture soon dried in the hot sun radiating upon the juncture between Kate’s open legs, and the subsequent assault saw the intelligent creatures using their strong front legs to spread the slight, folded urethral lips and enter her urinary orifice, first one, then another … and another.

Sensing the invasion, a crazed Kate let out a piercing scream.

“Get them out of me, off me, please, ohhhhh my God! Please help me!”

The soft wet mucous excited the ants. Endless pairs of venomous insect maxillae sank deep into the tender folds, and the staked labia danced and throbbed reddening from their natural hue to turn a very swollen purple.

Her pussy felt like it was on fire. The rawhide was shrinking fast around her limbs adding to the already excessive torment, her distended clitoris, trapped rigid and now covered with ant bites. Kate groaned long and loud.

“UUUUGGGGGGGGGGh!” “Fuckarhhhhgggg!” Her words were incoherent as she gyrated her hips in a vain attempt to dislodge her crawling tormentors.

Sun Deer’s face suddenly appeared over Kate’s eyes. She grinned down.

“So, she-devil, you can feel their bites?!” She waved something in front of the bound girl’s eyes. At first Kate could not make out what it was … a stalk of some kind.

“Oh, little Chula, you do not recognize the root of the desert yucca? See, I need only to make a cut in its stem to release it sticky sweet sap. Good for Nan Okcha.”

With that pronouncement, she dripped the sap onto Kate’s nipples and then rubbed both of her breasts vigorously, enjoying the touch of her fingers on the skin of the Chula.

“Now, beautiful devil, our little brothers will be encouraged to work faster as they taste of the sweetness.”

With that, the minute sensations of feet racing across her tightened skin increased. The blood from her cuts, mixed with the sap, compounded by the honey proved a saccharine treat for the ants as they now began to swarm all over Kate’s poor tortured chest. Within seconds, she could feel multiple stings and new bites to her nipples and breasts. She arched her back as far as the cruel bindings would permit and released a heart-rending cry.

“ARRRHHHGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!”

Kate was already feeling delirious from her long exposure in the sun, and the addling of her mental state through this awful entomological torment.

“ARGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” The poor girl cried out again with another untamed scream. Her corded neck muscles glistened in the hot sun as she strained in her bonds in a futile attempt to throw off some of the industrious ants that were enjoying their human feast.

“ARGHHHHHHH!!!!” the Chickasaw heard Kate yell again and Chief Wolf stood over her head.

She was trying her best not to scream anew. She so desperately did not want to give the sadistic savages that pleasure, but her self-control was lost. Her arms and legs were painfully stretched almost to their limit and the bite of the small invaders penetrating her body was numbing her all over. But she could feel them crawl from her breasts, upwards … and then further up still …

“Please, please stop them …” she finally begged, knowing that she could do nothing to keep them out of her mouth, nose and ears. But the Chief simply folded his arms, looked down and laughed.

The ants crawled onto her chin as Kate looked up at the leader of the savages. She saw his cock, a little more flaccid now, pointing down at her, and then it began to flow. A golden, stinking liquid covering her face … flowing up her nose, into her mouth, down her throat as he pissed on her head. The savages whooped their laughter and enjoyment of this disgusting spectacle, but beyond the humiliation he was actually washing away the insects.

Kate spluttered and coughed … and then the yellow flow ceased, leaving only residual drips to fall from his urethra onto her face.

“Make her drink then bag head,” were his words.

Kate guzzled down water from the full skin container as it was held to her lips. They made plenty available and she drank every drop …

… then they bagged her.

The sackcloth cover was slipped onto her head and tied at the neck. Relief from the sun and protection from the ants. But the lack of sight heightened her other senses and she felt the crawling sensation and the angry bites even more keenly now!

“Aaarrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Even from under the sackcloth, Kate’s scream could be very clearly heard as Sun Deer began to pull at the antler shards, still protruding from the girl’s swollen, pebbled nipples. She alternated between them both, twisting and pulling, causing the small droplets of congealed blood to open again and drip down her breasts and flanks.

The savages laughed as they heard Kate crying out her agonies, seemingly bringing them to a frenzy, and they began to jump around their victim, prodding her with lances and arrows …

“PLEASE!” Kate yelled as loudly as she could. “Please stop!”

Sun Deer rose to look down at the ants as they continued to attack Kate’s already punished nipples, the biting and penetrating intensified as the girl’s writhing became more vigorous. Finding a little strength from somewhere, she pulled at the stakes, but they held firm every last one of them, including the smaller ones holding her pussy lips wide open.

Her mound looked like she had sprouted a reddy-brown pubic hair, so massed were the ranks of Leafcutters between her thighs.

Sun Deer reached down and tugged again at the deer bone, causing Kate to tense her entire body as the pain and suffering reached new and unbearable heights, driving her literally out of her mind.

The ants were now scurrying around in full force, their victim squirming as much as her already taut limbs would allow, sinewy muscles flexed and straining.

Then, as she was about to slip into an unconscious state, Kate did something that may well have saved her life … the copious volume of water that the savages had forced her to drink now played its part, and the bound, spread girl pissed herself.

It started as a small jerk of her hips, followed by a drop … then a dribble, and then a full arc of golden urine burst forth from between her legs arcing into the air. The Chickasaw cheered and laughed, but not only did the urine provide an antiseptic to the bites between her thighs it also cleared out the crawling insects from her urinary tract and her pussy …

Kate gasped and thrust and then lie still. Once her lewd display had run its course and the golden shower ceased, she lay unmoving, blissfully ensconced in welcome repose …



To Be Continued ...
 

Attachments

Fossy

Tribune
Chapter 22 – Brief Respite, Chickasaw Camp May 1865


The requisite abatement was now called for. Kate was barely breathing, never mind conscious. The rise and fall of her chest now an ever-slowing motion. The desperate nature of the savage torment, the constant demeaning, humiliating of Kate’s body and mind, her sun-baked flesh and the formic acid of the ant bites coursing through her veins, had drained the poor captive girl of energy and resistance.

A long thick pole was brought to bear and Kate’s bindings were cut, her limbs freed, and her ant-bitten labia and clitoris were released from the smaller stakes.

The young braves hauled her lifeless body up and tied her wrists and ankles to opposite ends of the pole, then they lifted the wooden length, and carried it outside the immediate campground. Chief Wolf shouted instructions and delegated immediate authority to Sun Deer and a gaggle of squaws.

The small, excited procession proceeded down an embankment to where a narrow but deep mountain stream gushed through jagged rocks, creating small ponds, here and there, of slower moving water.

The white girl hung like a hunting prize, her head thrown back, mouth open, saliva dripping from her lips, hair hanging loose and long, flowing to the ground. Despite a constant stream of ants falling from her body, they still scurried in substantial quantities over her skin, biting, eating, puncturing, tearing away small pieces of flesh from her swollen form.

Upon reaching the stream, Kate was plunged into the cold waters.

“Aaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!”

She screamed herself awake!

“Clean her.”

Using crude brushes and switches, the girl was bathed and washed. The ants were drowned, tumbling en-masse from her limbs and torso, along with sweat, blood and any residual yucca sap/honey mixture.

Kate’s keening had subsided into a low, constant moan, writhing and squirming as she hung from the pole, being dunked time after time, her body responding to the icy water’s stimulation. It was almost torture in itself if the cleansing hadn’t been such a welcome relief.

Then, in a noticeable change of tempo, her face and hair were lovingly washed with soft deerskin. The squaws attended to the task seemingly with care, admiration, and determination. Her slender limbs were caressed and cleaned. The ugly ant bites that had erupted were doused with herbal astringents. The beautiful captive girl was being re-invigorated, allowed to recover. Her youthful, nubile body being primed for yet more slow Indian torture in the valley teeming with Cacti at the foot of the ravine by the renegade’s encampment.

It was sometime later when the river party returned to the camp with the Kate still bound to the long pole. Her beautiful, firm but soft-skinned body, had suffered much. The girl knew that she had been tended to and treated for one reason only … to prolong the torture.

Chief Wolf exited his tepee to greet the returning party, and saw instantly how, despite the redness and swollen surface of her nubile flesh, most of her original beauty had been restored following the squaws’ careful attention. He also saw how the medicinal juices had been smeared over the worst parts of her battered, bitten body, acting as a balm to help mitigate the severity of the ant bites and the knife cuts that Kate had suffered.

The captive girl writhed and twisted with renewed vigour as she hung from the strong pole. Her head was still thrown back, hair flowing towards the floor … and new sheen of glistening perspiration had formed upon her tanned skin.

Chief Wolf ran his right hand over her sweat-covered body. He tugged on the shards of antler that remained inserted within her breast, a quick, brutal reminder that, despite the recent respite, she was still in a lot of pain and at the mercy of these monstrous savages. Kate winced to his touch, moaning out her despair.

“You rest now she-devil, because tomorrow, as sun begins to appear, you will be taken to the great cactus valley. There you will be tied to cactus and once again you suffer for Chief Wolf.”

Kate eyes closed as his words ate into her mind.

“Back will be facing sun as beautiful chest rubs against the plant spines. Rawhide will be attached to deer bone in she-devil’s tits, and then pulled tight around cactus plant.”

He stopped speaking and the pause had the desired effect on poor Kate’s tortured mind.

“If she-devil struggles, the pain will be more. And then, the fire below, slow, burn. She-devil screams will pierce the hot air.”


Chapter 23 – A Sharp Reminder … Chickasaw Camp May 1865


Chief Wolf ordered the men to return to their tepees. Kate’s shard-pierced nipples were causing her indescribable pain as she was carried away, still appended to the long pole.

Once inside the wigwam of Sun Deer, the pole was dropped to the ground with a thud. Kate was untied, but soon re-secured with her back pressed hard against the centre pole of the tepee, her arms pulled behind her body and tightly tied, pushing her tortured breasts out in a very provocative manner. To heighten the stimulating nature of her bondage, Kate’s legs were staked down at the ankle slightly apart, her swollen labia remained open and gaping from the excessive entomological ministrations of just a short while ago.

Fresh perspiration ran in rivulets from her skin, dripping from her hair to her shoulders and down over her chest and arms, whereupon it trickled onto the dusty ground. Blood that was gathered around the entry and exit points of the antler shards was drying once more, and coagulating to form a sticky scab at either end, but her breasts felt tight and swollen, she could feel the blood pulsing through them.

As the braves left her, they turned to ogle the beautiful, bound, and abused girl, taking the opportunity to revile her.

“Tomorrow, she-bitch, new pain, new trials will be yours!”

The threats uttered by the braves continued to haunt Kate long after she found herself alone once again. Her chest was heaving and her breathing shallow. The sense of angst, anxiety and anguish that she felt combined to make her cry. As the tears rolled freely down each cheek she reflected on the past.

How had she ended up here? For twelve months, apart from the all too brief time she spent in the cabin with William, her life had been one long torment. What had she ever done to deserve any of it? Nothing except fight for her rights and her homeland!

Her vengeful rage to see Edwin Terrell dead was now lost within the awful realms of this appalling torture. Every last ounce of fight had been taken from her body. Did she want to die? If life meant living like this for ever then yes, very much so.

Kate closed her eyes for a moment, and in her mind, she heard the mocking jeers and excited whoops of the watching savages as her body was beaten and tortured, before being eaten alive by those damned ants! Then her eyes began to close … and an exhausted sleep took her mercifully away.

She woke sometime later. It was dark but humidity in the tepee was unbearable and she was perspiring profusely.

The night passed slowly for Kate. She barely slept anymore, and on the few occasions that she did, a jolt of her falling head shook her awake.

As the sun became visible on the horizon, the flaps of the tepee were pulled open by several young braves, two of whom bent down to untether the tightly bound girl. Rubbing her wrists to try and reduce the agony of the blood returning to her limbs, Kate moaned much to the delight of the lecherous savages, motivated once more by the freshness of their morning lust and desire to see the naked she-devil tortured again.

She was lifted to her feet and led out of the tepee into the warm morning air, the calm breeze making it far more pleasant outside than in, and much to her relief she was allowed to release the urine that had built up overnight without further molestation.

Her body was very stiff, and sore, but the swelling had reduced significantly, though she was covered in small pale bumps from the bites.

Chief Wolf approached her. “Today you know true pain she-bitch. Today you beg me for death.” As he said this, he smiled a toothy grin, and Kate could not help but notice the erection pushing out from his loin cloth. With a bizarre train of thought, she found herself wondering why she had not yet been raped!

“Squaws take you down to Cactus Valley near river. Chief waits there for you. No other warriors, Chief torture she-devil while he takes her body.”

This was it. The Chief was having the women take her to the place of her impending torture and then he would hurt her and rape her while the Chickasaw females watched. No doubt once he had taken her the rest of the savages would follow suit.

Today was the day that Kate Clarke would die, and the way she felt, the fear, the degradation, the hopelessness … that moment could not come fast enough!

Kate’s fears were soon to be realised, as she found herself, still naked and exposed, being led, by the women of the renegade tribe, down to the foot of the ravine towards the cactus valley. The hapless girl felt a sense of nausea as the desired location was finally reached. The sun was still rising in the distance, it’s warm embrace becoming ever more evident.

Chief Wolf was there to greet the arrival of his prize captive. Around him were many fully grown, spine covered, cacti, the largest of which was directly in Kate’s line of sight.

“Oh God, please no, please don’t, pleeeeeease …!”



Please join me tomorrow for the penultimate episode of "The Georgia Peach - Steel Dove"
To Be Continued ...
 

Attachments

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
Top Bottom