Chapter 17 – An itch that cannot be scratched, Chickasaw Camp, May 1865
Chief Wolf nodded to an elderly white-haired squaw. Sun Deer had lost one of her three sons to this she-devil, and she was out to take her revenge. She was the mother of Chucalissa, the warrior whose penis Kate had bitten off. In her hands Sun Deer held an earthenware bowl in which she had been busily crushing nettles reducing them to a pale green sap-like juice.
She rose, her face a mask of hate, and walked towards Kate. She looked down, over the large pot pulling at her flesh, and at the tight dry slit between the bound girl’s thighs.
Using a deerskin rag to protect her hand, she applied some of the juice to Kate’s mound, and then deeper between her labia. Kate grunted as her body opened, she had neither the energy nor the mental fortitude to respond in any greater manner.
The old woman grinned a toothless grin, clearly enjoying her work, rubbing the juices in generously. Kate’s abdomen writhed as the stinging sensation from the nettles began to build.
Once Sun Deer had stepped away Kate stared at the ground. She knew what had happened and her throat dried completely leaving her unable to even cry out as the small nettle hairs left in the pulpy juice began to itch.
The infernal bite began slowly, first along the tender exposed labia, then inside the pussy itself. Unbearable itching and burning gradually spread and intensified making Kate’s clitoris swell as her body became unwittingly, and painfully, stimulated.
Kate began to squirm and writhe, movement that only added to her bound agonies. She wanted relief but this provided none. She flexed every muscle actually causing the frame to shift just as little, so fraught was her need.
“Oh God, oh please … what … have … you done … to me …” Deep, feral groans, punctuated her words, and Chief Wolf grinned broadly at the sight and sounds before him.
The Chickasaw camp did not afford many areas of shade, but Chief Wolf was able to find one such area. Though it was small in size, he knew that he would be able to linger there and observe the suffering of his prize captive. Nearby was the small blanket that had covered the back of the young girl when she had first arrived and he had dragged her from her mount. Chief Wolf placed the blanket on the dirt, sat down, and prepared himself to enjoy the torture.
Sun Deer, the elderly squaw, Chucalissa’s mother, had hoped the braves would capture this bitch, and she had imagined her to be pretty and worth torturing. But now she had seen her in the flesh, the devil-girl was actually far more beautiful than she could have ever hoped for! Kate’s strength and splendour only enhanced the elderly squaw’s sadistic urges.
The nettle juice continued to work its magic on Kate’s struggling body, and struggle she did! Her slender back was now painfully bent forward as the rawhide strips binding her breasts and holding the iron pot, continued to shrink in the sun, and the willow switch welts stung from the lashing she had received, which only intensified the pressure on her breasts from the almost full pot which remained, hanging from her stretched and tortured breasts. Chief Wolf’s right hand reached for his groin and started to caress his considerable erection.
The girl’s sweat-soaked body was a sight to behold. Her moans and grunting getting louder as the torture continued.
The itching and burning of the nettle juice was driving Kate to the point of madness. Her body twisted and writhed deliciously, which was causing Chief Wolf’s heart to beat faster as he continued to fondle his solid cock.
And then it happened. Kate’s contortions had pulled the impossibly tight rawhide strip away from her left breast. Chief Wolf rose quickly from the blanket, ran to his captive, and removed the length of rawhide from her other breast too … he did not want her maiming this early in the process of her torment.
Momentarily Kate felt some relief and then the blood began to flow back into her chest … and she screamed like she had never screamed before, until she hung limp in the frame, exhaustion having taken every movement, no matter how slight, away from her bound body.
“So, my she-devil. I said your time to taste the torture would come. This was only a test to observe your endurance … akaka.” Chief Wolf stood over the bound girl and watched for a reaction that was not forthcoming.
The Indian leader motioned to several young braves, indicating that they should prepare a large wagon wheel. The Chief could already imagine the she-devil spread-eagled and securely tied to its rim. The hub would rest uncomfortably in the small of her delicate back, pushing her abdomen forward. He could hardly wait to hear the girl whimpering in this position which would then offered a variety of tortures to the sadistic Chief.
Once the assembled tribe saw what their Chief intended, they went wild. Shouts of “Torture … Akaka-bitch … slowly” and “Make she-devil scream” were heard, as Chief Wolf joined the two braves in cutting the rope securing Kate’s limbs away from the frame, before she found herself being dragged to the wheel. With fresh panic feeding her fear, Kate tried to resist and pull away, but to no avail.
“Leave me alone! You’re nothing but savages!”
“Please …”
“I can’t take any more!”
“Please!” Kate’s pleading cries could barely be heard as attention was suddenly focused on the wheel, which was about to clasp a nubile young victim to its rim.
Chapter 18 – The Wagon Wheel, May 1865
The jeers of the watching warriors and the feeling of blood rushing back to her limbs gave Kate a strange sense of renewed energy, enough for her to resist every pull on her arms and legs as the grinning braves dragged her towards the ominous wheel. Kate’s apparent bravery and her youthful body, drew some cheers, but the captive girl’s helpless appearance also brought a plethora of lewd and derogatory comments too. She cursed to herself and grimaced as the wheel hub with its wooden rim and metal core dug into the small of her back.
Kate’s arms were pulled out to the side and dragged harshly backwards as her skin was drawn tightly over her stretched body. Her abdominals took on heightened definition as did her tortured breasts, now pulled wide on her chest, still sporting the deep biting marks of the rope and the swollen redness from being engorged with blood … and Kate’s hard nipples jutted out straight in their unfettered state.
Chief Wolf supervised every movement.
“Bind her slowly. Let her feel the thongs slowly tighten about her body!”
Kate opened and closed her fists with an ever-increasing desperation as the ties were looped through the opening of the rough wood of the wheel, then around her delicate wrists, before being threaded back through around the rim, and pulled securely tight. The girl’s shoulders were pulled back, thrusting her pert and firm breasts out towards the avaricious crowd.
With a savage cry and a delighted whoop, the young braves seized Kate’s slender legs, and spread them in a wide ‘V’. She caught a glance of the Chief’s grinning face, arms folded, erection pushing at his loin cloth. With a simple wave of his hand he was brought the remnants of Kate’s cotton drawers, torn asunder … ripped from her body. He moved towards the elderly squaw, Sun Deer.
“For you old one. A trophy of this day! The she-devils covering! Akaka will die naked.”
Kate almost threw up!
Chief Wolf cackled with perverse glee as he handed the garment to the squaw. Sun Deer accepted the offering, inhaling the musky scent from the thin material. She set the drawers down, picked up a knife, and began carving the fabric into pieces, a ritual in memory of her fallen son, entreating the great spirit to give the she-devil an excruciatingly agonising death.
Secured spread-eagled to the large wheel, and on display for all to see, Kate flexed her ankles and wriggled her toes. The leather thongs bit deeply into her body, lashed as she was to the rim of the wheel. Her inner thigh muscles twitched as she felt the cool air blowing through the parted folds of her labia, still swollen from the nettle pulp. Kate raised her head high, looked into the sun for a brief second and blinked. Her long dark hair fell over her forehead. She threw back her neck and screamed, “Fuck you all, you savage bastards! FUCK YOU ALL!”
Her ferocious growl of defiance excited her captors.
Chief Wolf could feel the sticky drops of precum anointing his inner thighs as his cock continued to stiffen. His young, nubile torture toy was spread tightly, vulnerable and helpless. Every curve of her perfectly proportioned body was on erotic display, and openly available to him.
The tribal leader picked up the basket filled with cactus needles and moved to the place where Kate was bound. He gazed into her dazed eyes, seeing the fear and anguish that lie within her. Placing the basket on a nearby rock, the Chief’s large hands reached out and touched Kate’s breasts, his fingers slowly exploring the nubile expanse of firm flesh. His ran his digits through the rivulets of sweat that glistened in the widened valley between her sensual curves. He caressed and embraced her, cupping, inspecting … thumb flicking at the already hardened nipples.
Kate groaned and turned her head to one side, looking away, and so she did not see when Chief Wolf turned his own gaze to the nearby basket of evil looking spines. He took out several. Some were longer than others, long spines culminating in points so fine as to almost vanish from sight, while others flared wider to almost knife-like blades. All broadened at their bases.
The Chief as he sifted through the basket contents. Mixed between the cactus needles were some finely honed pieces of deer antler that were shaped like crescent moons, coming to sharp points at both ends.
He looked up and saw the smile of pride on Painted Horse’s face. The young warrior was very skilled. He wanted so badly to play a role in the torture of his people’s enemies, and carving the antler shards was the way that he did it.
“Please, whatever you … do not …” Kate still pleaded, but she already knew that whatever she said and anything she implored them to consider, was not being listened to.
Chief Wolf nodded his approval, much to Painted Horse’s delight, and lifted up one of the crescent carvings for all to see. Nods and sounds of endorsement emanated from the tribe’s people. Their leader turned back to regard the bound girl, who now pulled wildly at her bondage, the awful realisation of what he was about to do, filling her head with a terror the likes of which she had never before known.
Using his thumb and index finger he gripped Kate’s right nipple and placed the point of the deer bone at the areola. He pressed the point into the flesh, feeling the entire breast tense. He pushed it further watching it enter until a droplet of blood appeared.
He looked into Kate’s face. She stared back at him, her breathing ragged and deep in an attempt to control the pain that was flowing freely around her body. But she could not do this for long and when he pushed the sharpened bone deeper and up through the resistant flesh behind the nipple … Kate screamed.
Chief Wolf then shifted its direction to arch downward and with a final thrust, the bone emerged from the other side of her nipple, piercing the surface of the areola.
Kate’s scream died out and left her gasping for desperate breaths. The area around her nipple was already swollen and bruised as blood gathered under the surface.
Chief Wolf moved to her other breast, the left one. He gripped and, twisted having visualised the progression of the cruel bone through the young girl’s beautiful chest and in two short thrusts achieved the same design.
Once again Kate’s whole body tensed and drew in a large gasp of oxygen. Then a piercing, feral-like scream rent the air as she yelled out her appalling agony. Her nipple swelled and blood dripped. Chief Wolf wiped the red drips with his fingers, mixed it with the perspiration from her body and licked it from his hands.
He gestured to Painted Horse and the boy moved nervously forward. Chief Wolf put his arms on the boy’s shoulder and pushed him to face Kate.
“See boy! Your skill has adorned the breasts of the white captive. Her body now tastes the skill of Painted Horse.”
The young Chickasaw beamed with pride and stared at the firm breasts now decorated with the downward sloping crescents of his sharpened deer bones. Kate closed her eyes and let her head drop.
To Be Continued ...