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Indians!

By Master Ivan


Jenny was young, attractive and innocent. One hundred and fifty years ago, those people with the strength and courage to face the American frontier ventured westward in wagon trains. Many did not survive the trip, falling victim to sickness, fierce weather, starvation and injury. And there was always the danger of attack—by outlaws, thieves, and of course, Indians.

The wagon in which Jenny rode had broken its axle. A spare was carried, along with the tools to fix it. Unfortunately, they were then crossing a dry valley inhabited by one of the fiercest, most feared tribes in the midwest. The entire wagon train could not be risked to repair the one wagon. So it was agreed, the other wagons would push or to the next ridge, and wait. Jenny, her two uncles and a cousin, would repair the wagon and follow later, if they could. The others would wait only two days.

As the mid-day sun beat down upon them, they worked feverishly to finish the repairs. Already, the other wagons had vanished over the ridge. They were truly alone and vulnerable, and in fear.

The raid was no surprise. Two dozen of them rushed in on horseback, firing arrows. Before they got to within fifty yards, Jenny’s three companions were hit and fell. As fire-arrows began striking the wagon, Jenny herself ran.

He rode a black stallion and literally plucked her right off her feet. She was thrown face-down over the speeding horse as the warrior quickly bound her hands behind her. She was then flipped over onto her back, severely arching her spine, and got her first look at him.

He was a large brute of a man. His hair was very long, jet-black, and hung freely well below his shoulders. His eyes were deep and dark, his strong cheekbones painted with war colors, his mouth set in anger towards her and the other invaders of his land. At the end of his muscular arm was a hand holding a knife.

Working quickly, he cut away her clothes. She screamed, cried, but she could see it only added to his pleasure. In seconds, she was naked.

A leather thong appeared. As they continued to ride, he looped one end of the thong around her left ankle, then somehow passed it under the horse. The other end was wrapped in her hair. He tightened it severely, increasing the already severe bend of her back and now pulling painfully at her hair at the same time. Soon, a second thong looped her right ankle, pulling it far toward the rear of the horse. Now, she was not only naked but effectively spread-eagled across the galloping steed. The warriors hands, now effectively freed, explored her body liberally, his left hand tightening on her out-thrust breasts, his right penetrating her virgin cunt at will.

Minutes later, the raiding party rode into their camp. From her inverted position, still bound across the horse, Jenny could see a large crowd gathered in front of the many lodges. They circled through the camp once, then dismounted, to the cheers of the crowd. Jenny was mortified, as she remained some time bound across the horse.

Her captor finally freed her legs then carried her to his lodge. He threw her to the dirt floor and proceeded to remove his own brief loincloth. He took her forcefully, tearing quickly through her maidenhead and soon bringing her past the point of pain into the realm of pleasure. To her humiliation, Jenny found herself becoming aroused and rapidly approaching orgasm.

Soon, her screams of fear turned to louder groans of pleasure. Her orgasm was heard by the entire tribe as they waited outside the warrior’s lodge. His orgasm followed soon after, completing her rape. He then penetrated her cunt again with one hand, coating his fingers in her virgin blood. He bathed both hands in it, then painted two red stripes across each side of his face with her blood as a badge of his conquest.

He stepped outside the lodge, held out his arms and received an ovation from the other warriors present. Then, to Jenny’s horror, he turned back into the tent, picked her up bodily and carried her, her wrists still bound, out to the center of the camp.

There was a stake in the ground. She was dumped to the bare earth beside it and bound to the stake by a short leash of leather wrapped around her throat. Her wrists remained bound behind her back. As the people of the tribe formed a circle, the warriors lined up.

One by one, each and every one of the men used her. Their audience remained throughout, providing a background of drums, dancing and song. Soon, Jenny’s screams exhausted themselves, and she was reduced to a low moan which continued long into the night. By the time she was fucked by the last man she could barely feel his entry. She slept bound to the stake, covered with their come.

It was a woman who woke her the following morning. Jenny opened her eyes and was shocked to find a white girl’s face looking back.

“Wake up, its morning!”

“Wh-who are you?”

“I am called ‘Shining Pearl’. I belong to ‘Quiet Bear’, but I serve the entire tribe. You must rise now and come to the river. I will help you wash, then you must go to the lodge of ‘Strong Knife’.”

“Who is he?”

“He is the warrior who took you. You belong to him.”

At the river, they talked further.

“I was captured four years ago. Since then, I have learned their language and customs. I am now permitted to wear some clothes and to wander freely about the camp. Quiet Bear even protects me from some of the crueler warriors, although as a white girl, anyone in the tribe may use or abuse me as they please.”

Jenny covered her breasts briefly. “How long before you think I’ll be allowed to dress?”

“It could be days or months. Perhaps never. But they won’t clothe you as long as you try to conceal your body.” Red-faced, Jenny dropped her hands.

They returned to the camp. The sun had risen two hours earlier, and the summer heat was already beginning to build. As they walked, Jenny observed Shining Pearl’s scant clothes. She wore a brief loincloth consisting of only a narrow strip of leather passed through her crotch. A thong around her waist held it in place at the front and rear. Over her breasts she wore only a small vest, also of leather. It barely covered her, and with no means to fasten it, it often opened and revealed her.

Jenny herself remained naked and exposed as they re-entered the crowded camp. “Be cautious, girl. Do not cover yourself—it will earn you a severe punishment. You’ll be used again today, maybe even tortured. But you will live to see better days. Obey, and submit.”

Her warrior, Strong Knife, awaited her. She walked to him unbound, naked, before the entire tribe. She observed at this time that the Indian women were allowed decent clothes—buckskin shirts and skirts, even sandals. She felt their eyes on her nakedness, the sun on her flesh, even the heat of the sand under her feet. Obediently, she kept her hands at her sides.

He staked her out in the sand. Her wrists and ankles were bound widely-spread to the four immoveable stakes, opening her completely. Water was poured on the leather. Jenny knew in this heat the rawhide would dry quickly and soon start to shrink, tightening her already rigid bonds. In a mere two or three minutes, the sun’s heat was already oppressive, and would get much worse. But she could not worry about that now. Her warrior was standing over her, straddling her body.

He dropped lower and began using his hands on her to arouse her. In moments, her nipples were erect under his touch; her cunt was flowing. He penetrated her briefly with two fingers, then thrust the fingers in her mouth. Her humiliation grew as rapidly as her arousal. She knew he would fuck her again before the watching tribe, and she wanted it.

He rose slightly and moved. Unfortunately, he did not move toward her cunt, but higher on her body, sitting directly on her breasts. His cock was poised menacingly at her mouth.

To Jenny’s great frustration, he took her head by the hair and forcefully pulled her face down on his cock, burying himself in her throat. He fucked her mouth brutally, not concerned about her breathing or choking. When he came, minutes later, he filled her mouth until it ran down the sides of her face. Finished, he rose and walked away, leaving her to the mercy of the tribe and the overhead sun.

She cried in her frustration and shame. But her tears had little time to flow, as one of the women approached, smiling. Pulling up her skirt, she straddled Jenny’s face and sat down hard on her mouth. Struggling briefly, resisting and trying to breathe, she suddenly felt the woman’s fingernails gripping both her nipples, squeezing hard. She screamed in pain, but there would be no mercy. She would have to serve. It was not until her tongue was deeply buried in the woman’s cunt that the pressure was relieved. Jenny licked, sucked and swallowed, breathing when she could, suffering in denial, and beginning to slowly roast under the sun’s heat.

The woman was replaced by a man, then another woman. All used only her mouth. They continued in an endless line all day, never varying their use of her unless it was to punish her for her exhaustion. She was given no food or water and swallowed only the juices of those who used her mouth.

Hours after sundown, her warrior finally freed her and brought her to his lodge. He fucked her in her cunt, bringing her to a long-awaited orgasm. She submitted willingly and slept well.

At sunrise, he again brought her to the center of the camp. There was the single stake placed there again, and with her wrists bound behind her, she was once more bound to the stake by the throat. She was placed with her chest to the sand, her ass raised high in the air, her ankles spread wide. She anticipated being fucked again in her cunt, but this time from behind.

To her horror, the warrior started lining up his cock on her ass. As he began forcing his way in, she observed the circle of men watching, most displaying visible erections. She realized that not only was the warrior going to fuck her in the ass, but the rest of the men would follow.

“Oh God, No-o-o-o-!”

She fought hard, actually succeeding in dislodging the inch or so of his cock that had penetrated her anal ring and landed on her side, still bound to the stake. The warrior rose, angry, but then smiled. He walked away. Minutes later, he returned, accompanied by Shining Pearl. She spoke to her, fear in her own eyes.

“You have greatly displeased Strong Knife, embarrassing him before the tribe, resisting him the use of your ass. You will therefore be bound in torture for the day, or until you agree to submit to him.” She shook as she spoke, horrified, already knowing what was in store for Jenny.

She was brought to the edge of the camp. There were two upright stumps, several feet apart, roughly cut, with many sharp points thrusting up from the cut ends. Strong Knife tossed a long leather strip over an overhanging tree limb so that its end hung between the stumps. Jenny’s hands were momentarily freed, then the thong was used to bind her thumbs together. Suddenly, Jenny understood what was going to happen, and began to scream.

He hauled her up by the thong until she hung by her thumbs, her toes a foot above the ground. Her screams continued.

In the midst of her agony, she heard Shining Pearl’s voice: “Jenny, listen! If you spread your legs far enough, you will be able to put your toes on the stumps and rest your thumbs.”

She tried, but her rotating body could not find the stumps. “Please, help me!”

“I’m sorry, but Strong Knife has forbidden me to touch you or help you. You must do it on your own.”

“No-o-o-!”

For several agonizing minutes, she experienced pain like she never had in her life. Finally, her right toe got a purchase on one of the stumps, and several seconds later, her left foot found the other.

It was better, but not by much. She was badly stretched, the stumps being over four feet apart. Worse, the sharp splinters which topped the stumps tortured the balls of her feet.

“Pearl, h-how long?”

“For the entire day, unless you beg Strong Knife to use your ass and then, because you resisted, give you to the tribe to use the same way. I must also remain here with you until you beg to be used. Should you refuse, you’ll remain there day and night until you die, or change your mind.”

She spent the entire day crying and suffering. Several times, her toes could not bear the torture and slipped off the stumps, renewing the agony of her stretched thumbs. Frequently, as she hung, men would come and use their hands on her body, penetrating her lower openings or firmly squeezing a breast. Through it all, Shining Pearl stayed with her. To Jenny’s horror, she was also denied food and water. Finally, many hours later, with the sun low in the sky and Jenny near unconsciousness, she gave in. “Tell him to cut me down and use me as he wishes. If I stay like this another hour, I’ll die.”

Shining Pearl moved quickly to summon the warrior. Jenny could see relief in her face, but there was still the look of fear for what would follow.

He cut her down. Though she was starving, and in much need of water, she was not given any relief. She was brought directly to the center of camp, where a log was set up, resting horizontally upon two others. She was bound tightly across the log, her wrists and ankles spread wide to stakes on either side. As she struggled briefly, testing her bonds, she felt the rough bark of the log digging painfully into her stomach and pubic bone. Worse, she was close to the fire, could feel its heat on her opened ass and cunt, and she knew that the entire gathering could easily see inside her opened body.

Once again, Strong Knife penetrated her ass with his sizable cock. Now, though, she was utterly helpless to resist. As she screamed, he ran the entire length of his cock into her smallest opening and began to pump her mercilessly. Worse, he now slapped her naked ass as he fucked it, adding to her pain and humiliation.

He emptied his load in her body and withdrew. Immediately, he was replaced by another. And then another. She remained bound over the log a good six hours, until every grown man in the tribe fucked her ass. Only then was Shining Pearl allowed to free her, feed her and help her wash. She was then rebound, wrists behind her back and allowed to sleep in Strong Knife’s lodge.

For several days, she was allowed to recoup her strength. She helped with menial chores such as cooking the meat, washing clothes at the river and gathering wood for the fire. Still, she was not allowed to dress, even with the scant “Clothes” Shining Pearl was allowed. She learned much of the language, enough to begin obeying verbal commands from the warriors of the tribe, even to respond verbally to some of them. Still, she was required to observe strict discipline. She could not deny anyone access to her body, and she was used regularly by the men, even by some of the women. And she was still forbidden to cover herself, under the penalty of severe punishment. Her failure to obey that rule, in fact, was the cause of her next major ordeal.

Early one morning, as she was carrying some firewood, a nondescript warrior attempted to grab her breast from behind. She responded by reflex, dropping the wood, spinning around, scowling, and covering her breasts with both hands. To her horror, Strong Knife was a few feet away watching, and looked angry. Now, she understood enough of the language to be able to be the direct target of his wrath.

“So, white cunt. Your tits are too good for the hands of my warriors? Before this day ends, you will know differently!”

Again, it was the long thong and the overhanging branch at the edge of the camp. This time, however, the thong was tied tightly around her sizable breasts. As the final knot was fastened, she was already screaming with the pain. Her wrists were bound behind her, unavailable to cover her breasts or relieve their torture. As the tribe watched, Strong Knife began to hoist her up again until her toes left the ground. She now hung, her weight supported entirely by the thongs tied around her breasts.

She spent the next hour screaming, not believing the agony, not believing she would survive the torture. Every second felt like an hour, every minute a lifetime. She was in hell and would not be reprieved.

It was just past an hour into her torture when she passed out. She awoke to find herself on the ground again, bound for further abuse. A stick was at the center of her back, her arms pulled behind it and her wrists fastened at her waist, causing her tits to be thrust out invitingly. Her ankles were bound, each by a separate thong, to the ends of the stick. She could only crawl on her knees, and she could not bring her knees together.

Strong Knife appeared holding a vicious, thin willow switch. A loop was tied on one end, allowing it to be hung on the stick with which she was bound. He brandished the switch menacingly.

“You will now learn, cunt, who your tits belong to, as well as the rest of your slut body.”

He swung the switch, lashing dead center across both her outthrust tits, welting her instantly on both nipples. Her screams soon attracted a crowd, as he delivered several more lashes.

Satisfied, he hung the switch on her stick, then bared his cock and plunged into her mouth. He used her quickly and brutally, not sparing her throat, shooting half his load across her face and breasts before forcing her to swallow the rest.

She spent the day on her knees. The switch was used frequently, and each one that whipped her breasts also used her mouth for their pleasure. Both men and women took great pleasure in her torture and gave her little rest.

The next few days passed without incident. The numerous stripes on her breasts healed quickly, and she remained submissive to all, working hard and serving the pleasure of all demanding her use. Then, she was gathering wood one day with several of the tribe’s women. They abused her greatly, forcing her to carry the heaviest logs all day with little rest and demanding the use of her lips and tongue almost constantly. At one point, she got angry and pushed one of the women away from her. The woman struck her, and they began to fight.

Strong Knife appeared and broke up the fight. Another warrior took the other woman in hand and began switching her ass viciously as he dragged her from the scene. Jenny watched Strong Knife’s face in horror, knowing her punishment would be much worse.

It was back to the tree limb again. This time, she was suspended by her wrists, her toes permitted to rest on a delicate stack of stones. As she was whipped, she was careful not to move too energetically, not wanting to knock over the stones which were the only support for her feet. She screamed pitifully and cried for hours afterward.

Late in the day, near sunset, the woman with whom she fought came to her, fire in her eyes.

“Dirty white slut! Refuse to serve my pleasure, and I get whipped for you! Look!” She raised her skirt and showed Jenny her badly welted ass.

“I’m sorry! I don’t want to see anyone punished!”

She picked up a switch. “Well, you are going to be punished more, for me!” She swung, the first stroke welting Jenny’s thighs. More strokes fell, to her breasts, stomach, ass and back. Finally, as Jenny cried and screamed, the woman pushed over the stack of stones, causing Jenny to hang with her entire weight from her bound wrists.

“Have a good night, slut!”

She spent the entire night in suspension, crying through most of it.

Early the next morning, Shining Pearl appeared.

“Oh God, Jenny! You’ve been hanging almost twenty-four hours! This is too cruel!” Jenny, weak from her ordeal, was helpless to express her fears. Shining Pearl lowered her to the ground, freed her wrists and began massaging them to bring back her circulation.

“Oh, thank you! But what are the warriors going to do?”

“I don’t know. But I couldn’t let you die there.” She offered Jenny some water.

Her relief was brief. Strong Knife appeared and was visibly enraged to see Jenny freed.

“I come here to free you, and you are already released! And Shining Pearl, I would expect more from you. Now, you will join her for another day and night!”

He quickly rebound Jenny and hoisted her into the air again. He then stripped off the other girl’s brief garb and suspended her in the same way right beside Jenny. A switching followed, bringing forth renewed screams from both girls. Then, as quickly as he appeared, he was gone.

Jenny cried and cried. “I can’t survive another day of this!”

Shining Pearl replied, through her own tears, “You will, and so will I. At least I tried to give you a short rest.”

They hung another full day and night, complete with regular abuse from the tribe. They were not released until sunrise the following morning.

Time passed. On numerous occasions, Jenny witnessed shining Pearl used by both men and women in the tribe, much as she was herself. Still, she was clearly on the bottom rung of the ladder. In fact, Jenny was probably used three or four times as often, and usually in much more degrading ways. She was still kept naked, forbidden to conceal her body in any way and required to be fully available to anyone, any time, any place, and in any way she was desired.

For awhile, she managed to avoid further punishments. Her cunt and ass were well-used by at least a dozen men a day, and her mouth served an equal number of both men and women. When she was not being used sexually, she was still kept busy with the most menial chores, usually supervised by switch-wielding women.

Still, she was always subject to severe discipline for any hesitation. Once, a warrior took his woman into the woods and demanded that Jenny follow. In a clearing, the man told her, “My woman does not like the leaves and sticks of the forest on her flesh. You will lie on the ground and be her cushion while we make love.”

Worried and fearful, she obeyed. Indeed, the floor of the clearing was rough with weeds, twigs and other vegetation. It hurt her back and ass and would get worse with the weight of their two bodies on top of her.

The woman laid down on Jenny’s body, her ass on Jenny’s tits. As she opened her legs, the girl’s cunt and ass gaped open directly over her mouth. Already, her breasts suffered under just the girl’s weight.

When the warrior mounted the girl, Jenny cried out in pain. The man’s balls hung on her face, making it even more difficult to breathe. And when he started fucking the woman in earnest, Jenny begged for mercy.

The warrior merely said, “No more complaints. Lick us both!”

She tried. But it was hard to lick a cunt being fucked by a cock when she could not breathe and when every stroke of their lovemaking felt like a knee-drop on both her breasts. Finally, his patience exhausted, he rose, took Jenny by the hair and dragged her into the camp.

There was a large boulder to one side of the lodges. She was spread-eagled across the boulder, on her back, forcing her spine into a severe, painful arch.

Ropes were attached to her wrists and ankles, but they were not bound to the usual stakes in the ground. This time, each rope was wrapped around a large rock, each rock weighing in excess of a hundred pounds. It turned the boulder into a veritable stretching rack, and her torture had already begun.

Jenny was already crying when two warriors approached the scene carrying another large rock. It was flat, oblong and probably weighed over twice Jenny’s own weight. With the arch of her back making it difficult enough to breathe, the rock was laid across her body.

Now, as her limbs were painfully stretched on the makeshift rack, her torso was being slowly crushed under the last rock. Every breath required a painful effort, her ribs were in agony, and every minute she endured felt like she was about to die.

In the midst of this torture, the offended warrior appeared at her face. Through tear-streaked eyes, she saw him reveal his erect cock. “P-please…”

“Are you still too uncomfortable to serve? Perhaps we could find some heavier stones, or switch the soles of your feet…”

She shut her eyes and opened her mouth. The warrior used her, penetrating her throat at will. His woman followed, and she in turn was followed by, again, the rest of the tribe. Her torture continued until sundown, and her mouth got little rest.

It was Strong Knife who released her, only to bind her wrists behind her back. He dragged her to his tent and used all three of her openings. It was a long time before she resisted or protested her use again.

One of her worst ordeals took place two weeks later. Unaware of the conversation when it took place, Strong Knife was talking with Quiet Bear, the warrior to whom Shining Pearl belonged. They were discussing plans to make Jenny’s ass available for public use, as they had done earlier.

Courageously, Shining Pearl protested. “She has tried so hard, and come so far. Why must you be so cruel to her?”

Quiet Bear responded, “Silence, woman! Or, would you rather be bent over the log yourself for a few days? It is no business of yours.”

Shining Pearl was not only angry, but insane. She said, “A warrior who would treat a woman so has no courage!” She then slapped Quiet Bear across the face.

Astonished at her, he was nevertheless angry. Taking a firm, painful grip in her hair, he exclaimed, “Perhaps, in a few days, we’ll see how much courage you have!”

He stripped off her small covering, leaving her naked. He then dragged her out of the lodge. Strong Knife followed, and Jenny was made to accompany them.

The forest opened onto a wide expanse of desert. Not far into the sands, they came upon a large nest of ants. As soon as Shining Pearl saw it, she started screaming. “No-o-o, please!”

They had brought along stakes and a mallet. The stakes were pounded home while the thongs were attached to the girl’s wrists and ankles. Crying freely now, Shining Pearl was lifted, laid down naked upon the ants’ nest, then tightly bound to the four stakes in a wide open spread-eagle. A moment of silence followed as all four of them waited. It was less than a minute later that the first ants began feeding on the tender, moist flesh of her cunt and started exploring the rest of their meal. Her screams began.

Jenny had already been told about the incident leading to the girl’s punishment, including Strong Knife’s plans for her. As Jenny began crying in sympathy, she asked her warrior, “How long?”

“She struck a warrior. Her life is in his hands. He could leave her for an hour, a day, or until the ants clean her bones. If he also denies her food and water, she would die of thirst in a few days. If he feeds her, it could be much longer.”

He brought Jenny to the center of the village. Again, there was the horizontally mounted log and the four stakes. Jenny was bound spread wide over the log and Strong Knife used her ass. The line behind them formed quickly.

At first, Jenny screamed. After the first five or six men finished in her ass, however, she was sufficiently opened and lubricated so that her pain was minimal. She was reduced to only an occasional moan, sometimes a moan of pleasure.

To her surprise, she could hear Shining Pearl’s screams. Soon, whenever she felt pain herself, she recalled the other girl as she roasted under the desert sun while being eaten alive by the ants. As she felt her humiliation at being gang-raped in her ass in the middle of the village, she realized how much worse things could be, and how relatively easy her current plight was to endure. She almost laughed at her earlier resistance. She resolved never to resist again.

Still, she could not endure the thought of the other girl’s current torture. She would not allow the girl to die without at least trying to do something to save her. When, late that evening, Strong Knife finally came to use her one last time and release her, she begged him, “What could I do to buy the release of Shining Pearl?”

The warrior was taken back by this. “You served well today; you endured much use with no complaints. But Shining Pearl’s offense was great. Quiet Bear may not wish her to live and would demand a high price.”

“Please tell him I will pay his price, however high, if he will let Shining Pearl live!”

He thought long and hard about it. Finally, he rose, and told her, “Come with me to Quiet Bear’s lodge. You may make your own bargain with him.”

They both spoke to Quiet Bear at length. He was patient but adamant. Yet, he was impressed with the girl’s courage. “Shining Pearl has greatly offended me. I do not intend to let her live and may even feed her to prolong her agony. What would you do to buy her freedom?”

She thought carefully. “I would replace her upon the ants’ nest.”

Both warriors were surprised. “For how long?”

Again, a long hesitation. “For a full day under the sun, without food or water.”

Quiet Bear thought, then answered. “You do not know the agony you will suffer. Still, if you agree, you will be bound in her place for two full days, and the night which divides them.”

She thought a moment, then Strong Knife interjected, “If you still want this, I will bind you nearby tonight, kneeling near her, to share her agony. In the morning, should you still agree, you will replace her, without being given food or water. But be forewarned: should you beg for release before the sun sets on the second day, Shining Pearl will be returned to the ants.”

Jenny was truly afraid. She was almost ready to falter, to give up the idea, when she heard Shining Pearl’s voice again, in a particularly hideous scream.

“Let’s do it!”

The stake was two feet high and about ten feet away from the suffering girl’s left foot. Jenny could see the ants in the moonlight as they entered Shining Pearl’s lower orifices. And she could see her face, contorted in continuous pain, itself nearly covered with the ants. Her breathing was rapid, rough and ragged. She feared the girl might not make it through the night. Moments after the warriors left her, Jenny called out, “Shining Pearl—have strength!”

“Wha-what? Jenny, is that you?”

“Yes. Hang in there until morning, and you’ll be released!’’

“No, no! I won’t make it that long!”

“You will!”

“How? Quiet Bear wanted to put me to death!”

“I’ve bought you out. I’m going to spend two days in your place, then we’ll both live!”

“No! I’m almost dead now, and its been less than a day. Let me die.”

“Do you want to live?”

“Yes, of course. But your price is too high!”

“Girl, it is our place to serve the warriors. You must suffer now and serve tomorrow. I must suffer my share, and serve again on my turn. It is your life now—don’t run from it!”

To Jenny’s shock, the suffering girl actually laughed!

“I wish I could run from it, but as you can see, I seem to be tied up at the moment…” They both laughed a bit, then Shining Pearl coughed a bit, shaking, as some of the ants penetrated her throat.

“Good girl. You’ll live to see another day.”

“Yes, I think I will. Then, God help you.”

They both paused. Then, the tortured girl spoke one last time: “We should be silent now. We both need our strength, and I’m having a hard time keeping the ants out of my mouth…”

The girl’s moans resumed soon, punctuated by an occasional scream when the ants bit into a fresh or sensitive spot. Her body was covered by a veritable carpet of them. Jenny shuddered, knowing every one of the ants caused her its own dose of pain. And there were thousands of them.

In the morning, they both were alive. The kind of agony Shining Pearl suffered is difficult to describe, because it is changeless. It continues relentlessly and only grows worse as its victim weakens. No words can do it justice. Suffice it to say that the girl suffered nearly twenty-four hours.

Two warriors freed her and brushed away the ants with their hands. They gave her water, and she laid motionless upon the sand as they approached Jenny.

They released Jenny’s bonds. Then, Quiet Bear added to Jenny’s agreed price. “You will walk to the nest and lay down upon it yourself. You will place your wrists and ankles in position and remain. I will then use your mouth. When I finish, you will be bound.”

Jenny’s time to prove herself had arrived. She stole a glance at Shining Pearl—her body was pale from loss of blood; she looked near death. Jenny knew she would almost double her time in torture. And observing the sun rising, already hot, she recalled that she herself had had no food or water for many hours already.

She stepped to the ants’ nest. Immediately, several dozen of them began crawling up her leg. Quickly, she felt the first bites through the relatively strong flesh of her feet. She shuddered to think of what they would feel like higher on her body. Summoning up the last of her courage, she laid down directly on the nest and spread her four limbs wide to where they would remain for the next day and a half.

They were all over her in seconds. She felt fire on her thighs, her stomach, her neck, her arms and shoulders, and on her breasts and her now opened cunt. She began to scream; at first with fear, then with real pain as the number of bites grew into the hundreds.

As she closed her eyes and clenched her fists, struggling to hold position, Quiet Bear’s cock plunged into her open mouth. She could do little to service him, as all her will had to be focused on conquering the pain. For ten minutes, she cried, she moaned, she screamed around his cock as it ravaged her throat. Finally, he shot his load in and around her mouth, half of it landing on her breasts. To her horror, as she felt the thongs now binding her wrists and ankles, pulling them painfully tight, she saw that the come on her breasts was attracting the ants.

The last knots were tied. Now, she was able to struggle in earnest as the pain began to take her. As the water was poured on the thongs, her screams became louder. She saw the warriors as they left and was shocked to see Shining Pearl bound kneeling at the stake where Jenny had spent the night. Yes, the girl would witness her sacrifice.

The pain grew steadily worse. In the beginning, each bite was a separate sting. Later, the combined bites started feeling like severe sunburn, or a burning fire, never ending. Two hours into her torture, she felt like she had been bathed in acid.

Where the ants left gaps in their carpet of agony, there was the sun, heating the sand as well as her flesh. She could feel its rays where it landed on her raw skin, and the air around her felt like an oven, searing her lungs on every breath. She felt her body drying, cooking away what little moisture it still possessed.

She tried to think, to dream, even to surrender to the insanity the pain brought upon her, but the pain was too constant. Each breath, she felt her lips cracking, her breasts shaking with the very weight of the ants upon them.

The sun slept. As it dipped behind the horizon, the stars appeared. Each one reminded her of the sting of an ant. The desert finally cooled, but the ever present ants warmed her, giving her life as they consumed her blood.

Shining Pearl remained in place, still on her knees. She sometimes slept, until the thong around her throat woke her, or the pain in her bones returned, or the torture of her thirst and hunger brought her back. When Jenny could, she looked at the kneeling girl’s eyes, praying for their survival.

Morning came. Jenny’s pain remained, intensified as time passed and as the ants bit deeper into her flesh. To her humiliation, she did not see the warriors for whom they both suffered, although she was sure they checked the scene periodically. Certainly, if either of the girls died, the terms of the deal would change.

As the sun climbed higher on this second day, Jenny felt more of the ants entering her cunt. Her outer flesh was drying, and it was becoming harder for the ants to penetrate. Her cunt, although dry itself, was easier to feed on. Stretched open by her painfully wide-spread legs, the ants had no obstruction to entry. Then, as she began to scream with the latest increase in her pain, Strong Knife and Quiet Bear came out of the woods.

They carried some sticks of various sizes and some thongs. They worked for a time, cutting sticks to size and lashing them together. Jenny waited, fearful. She felt nearly dead already, only the constant pain keeping her alive. Her tongue was swollen; she hadn’t been able to swallow since the sun rose. The thongs had been watered again, and continued to shrink. Her body was stretched as tight as a bowstring. She could not conceive how her torture could get worse.

The warriors knew how, though. Strong Knife straddled Jenny’s body, standing, while Quiet Bear crouched at her side, holding their newly-constructed handiwork. Suddenly, hands lifted her by the hips.

Her bones cried out in agony. It was like spending a day on a rack, then suddenly having the winch tightened three notches. As she screamed, something was slid under her body.

She was lowered onto a stick run under her just above her hips. Now, she was elevated a mere inch or two above the sand. Quickly, the ants discovered the new flesh of her back and ass and began feeding upon it.

Worse, even beyond the agony of her badly stretched limbs, the stick was notched, with sharp points now embedding themselves into her lower back. Her entire weight was supported only by the points and the thongs at her wrists and ankles. Now, she screamed on every breath.

They soaked the thongs in water yet again, then drank themselves. More of the tribe arrived to take pleasure in Jenny’s torture. Shining Pearl, still bound to the stake, had to watch. And she now had not been fed for two and a half days and had drank no water for the day and a half she had been bound on her knees.

More hours passed. Again, Jenny’s screams exhausted her, and she moaned constantly. The pain remained, in every joint of her body, and now on every inch of her exposed flesh. She felt like the ants were slowly flaying her alive, which, in fact, they would if she remained alive long enough.

As the sun neared the horizon, Jenny wondered if she would survive another hour. Her breathing was hoarse, she could not feel her fingers and toes, and the points upon which her lower back rested felt like they had penetrated an inch into her back. She was nearly delirious. She opened her eyes and saw Quiet Bear standing near, observing her suffering.

Something in her mind clicked. She knew she would die soon if she didn’t get some moisture. If she begged for water before they planned to release her, Shining Pearl would be fed to the ants to die. Jenny could ask for release, but it would also condemn her friend to death by torture. She could not beg for food or water. But there was still one possibility.

“P-please—Quiet Bear!”

Surprised, he looked down at her.

“L-let me suck your cock!”

He was amazed. He raised his arms in victory and announced to the assembled tribe what she had said. They cheered him, and he immediately accepted the offer.

Her mouth was totally dry. Soon though, his cock’s pre-come and sweat gave her some lubrication. Somehow, she generated a bit of saliva. Minutes later, in the midst of her agony, she brought him to orgasm.

This time, she did not spill a drop. She felt the humiliation of it as she realized that drinking the sperm from the man who instigated her torture was her only ticket to life. Now, her mouth moist with come, she begged again: “More—I need more cock to suck!”

They were more than willing. Before the second warrior invaded her mouth, Jenny cried out once to Shining Pearl who was near death herself from dehydration. She spoke in English this time. “If you want to live, you must suck their cocks!” As the second cock invaded her throat, she saw Shining Pearl open her lips to accept her first.

For over an hour her mouth was fucked. Their juice invigorated her, giving her new life. Unfortunately, it also reawakened her pain. Incredibly, she even felt some arousal. Her nipples felt like they had been bitten to the blood, while her cunt and even the interior of her ass were stuffed with living porcupines. Her flesh was black with the ants, and her screams, when the cocks pumping her throat allowed them, were as fresh as they were the previous morning.

Shining Pearl also fed on their come. Both victims were visited by an endless line of aroused warriors. The lines continued until well past sunset.

They were both cut free. Quiet Bear proclaimed them to be more courageous than any women of the tribe, perhaps more so than some of the warriors who used them. The tribe’s women were commanded to feed and water them, then bring them to the river to recover.

They soaked in the water for over an hour and were fed fruit and meat. Oils were massaged into their flesh, soothing them. It was the other women of the tribe now who served them, making the two girls wonder. They were allowed to sleep in peace, sharing a lodge with each other and sharing each other’s bodies as well.

The next morning, the Chief called a Great Council.

Normally, for a council, the men formed a circle around the fire, with their women either behind them or confined to their lodges. This time, the women were placed inside the circle. The Chief called the council’s attention to him, then summoned Jenny and Shining Pearl to stand before him.

Jenny was still naked. Shining Pearl, in sympathy with Jenny, also stood naked, not choosing to wear the brief garments she was allowed. The Chief spoke to them, and to the tribe.

“Jenny—you have shown us courage like we have never before seen in other invaders of our land. You have proven yourself worthy of honor, and will from this time forward be known as ‘Golden Swan’.”

There were cheers from the men. The tribe’s women joined in, somewhat reluctantly.

“You both have proven yourselves worthy of much more. Until now, you have been kept naked to our eyes to remind us of the dishonor of your people, to shame you and to keep you constantly degraded as inferiors. But, by your actions, you have not only shown your courage, but great honor in your willingness to sacrifice yourselves for each other.”

He brought forth garments for them both. Good buckskin blouses and skirts, decorated better than those of any of the tribe’s own women.

Again, the men cheered. The women, silent, shifted uncomfortably.

“I ask you both to look at the warriors of our tribe. Each of them wears one or more eagle feathers. To become a warrior, each of them must pass through rites of courage and must cross the desert and climb the far mountain to seek the eagle’s nest, all without food, water or weapons.”

The men smiled. They knew what was about to take place.

“You two have earned the buckskins you now wear with an act of equal courage. You have spent a night and a day bound naked across the ant’s nest, without food or water, subject to the use of the tribe’s men.”

The women showed signs of great concern.

“I am ashamed to say, though, that the women of the tribe’s own blood are wearing the buckskins without having shown any courage whatsoever, except perhaps within their own lodges, or in the beating of helpless white women!”

Now, the women cried out openly, some in anger, some in fear.

“From this day forward, that practice will end!”

At that, the warriors each took their women in hand and ripped off their buckskins. Seconds later, every woman in the camp was naked, except for the two smiling white girls.

“Should any woman here feel she has the courage, let her beg to spend a night and day with the ants, and in so doing, earn the right to wear her clothes. Until then, they will remain property of the tribe, and will serve any warrior, or any woman who has earned her clothes!”

There was a veritable riot in the camp. The women screamed in protest, and the warriors laughed with glee as they brought the situation quickly under control. Shining Pearl and Jenny, now “Golden Swan”, smiled, as two of the tribe’s most vindictive women were bound naked before them.

The two white girls, smiling, looked at their men. Strong Knife and Quiet Bear smiled back approvingly.

Before the tribe, the two girls approached the bound, kneeling, naked women and, raising their skirts, said, “Serve, or be switched!”

The two women’s tongues started serving, in fear.

Two proud, happy white girls smiled as they started the long journey towards orgasm.


Master Ivan
Copyright © 1993