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 ...