The Bank Robbers · Part 2 (2/2)
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r. In this manner he was obscenely spread as he dangled before the whole village. Will was crying now.
He was scared witless and twisted as he begged the laughing women to let him down. They answered him by continuing to thrash his helpless body with the switches. Finally they stopped and one of them reached up and began pulling on his penis. In spite of his fear, he began to respond to the stimulation and soon he had a raging hard-on. The squaw backed away and watched him hanging there helplessly with a stiff dick. The others had all moved back about twenty yards and were crouching and watching from a gully behind a fallen tree. Little Flowers stood halfway between them and the tree and hefted a rock. She tossed it at the hornets nest but missed. When Will saw what she did he yelled: "NO!
PLEASE!!!" Little Flowers picked up another rock and hurled it. This time she hit the hornets nest squarely. It was lodged pretty well and didn't fall, but the hornets came rushing out angrily to defend their nest. Little Flowers ran back to join the others as they watched the honets swarm over the dangling nude body of Will Fullerton! Oh, how he screamed! His free hand swung wildly but served only to anger the hornets even more as his body twisted wildly under the onslaught, shaking the tree and bringing out the rest of the hornets. In his exposed position they stung him all over, especially around his spread thighs, buttocks and groin. They were even stinging his asshole!
Jane knelt behind the fallen tree with the others. The difference was that while they were all laughing and yelling, her face was white with shock. She heard the tormented screams of Will; the pitiful pleading as he futilely fought off the stinging horde that swarmed over him like a black cloud. The branch he hung from creaked as he bounced and swung. For nearly five minutes they stung him over and over. His agony was extreme. Finally the struggling stopped. Will hung motionless from the limb. After a minute of this the hornets finally gave up on him and began retreating back to their shaken but undamaged nest. Cautiously the others abandoned their shelter and crept back towards the tree.
What Jane saw made her gasp! Will's right wrist and ankle were still tied together and hung down, fully exposing his genitals and ass. His thighs and buttocks were swollen with welts. There had to have been over a hundred stings, most of them around his ass. She could see that not even the soles of his feet had been spared, but what made her shiver was the cluster of welts right around his gaping asshole! He even had welts on his penis and ball sac. Poor Will! The agony he must have suffered! The squaws lowered him to the ground. Little Flowers felt the side of his neck and nodded in approval. Two braves picked Will up and carried him back to the camp.
They untied his wrist and ankle and began smearing him all over with mud. Another squaw began mixing up some foul smelling concoction and used a wooden spoon to spread it all over the worst welts. Could he possibly still be alive? How could he? Yet, even as she watched she saw an almost imperceptible stirring and a little spittle escaped the corner of his mouth. His body was swollen and he began shivering. They put him close to the fire and covered him with a buffalo hide. The chief turned to Jane and said: "He strong. He may die, he may live. Me think he will live. Medicine help take poison from him." Jane was relieved, and horrified. "What will happen if he lives?
Will you let us go?" "He bad man. He given to Little Flowers as slave. He get well. Two, three days, poison all gone. Then Little Flowers hang him same way from tree again and wake shashumis with rock. Next time poison not so bad. Shashumis still sting but poison not so bad for him. Two, three more days she hang him from tree again… and again… and again… same way each time." "Oh, my God!" Jane gasped. "You can't do that!" "He bad man. He belong to Little Flowers now. Little Flowers say he to be punished for his bad things. He to be kept bare, tied on knees with head to ground. The young will tease him. Squaws will laugh at him. He eat only what others not.
Every two, three days Little Flowers will hang him from tree same way and wake shashumis with rock. Whole village watch. Bad punishment for bad man. He stay alive many moons, many years. Little Flowers punish him long time." Jane felt her legs trembling. "My God!" she whispered. She looked at Will. He was shivering by the fire, wrapped in the buffalo hide. Poor Will! A knife in the heart would have been better than this! She gulped and suddenly wondered in panic what her own fate would be. The chief was looking at her sadly. "You bad woman. You steal food. You destroy what you don't eat. You help bad man. You bad too." "No, chief! He made me do those things!" "No! You lie!
You must be punished too." The chief spoke at length to his own people. Jane expected the men, but it turned out to be the women, once again, who approached her. She struggled and kicked as they grabbed her. Just as they did with Will, they used their knives to cut her clothes away. In a minute she was left wearing only her thick leather belt. It contrasted with her smooth white skin. The women stared in awe at her pink nipples and short blonde hair. Jane only weighed around 110 pounds so they had no trouble forcing her to the ground on her hands and knees. A squaw held each of her hands to the ground and two others held her knees apart.
With nothing on but the dark belt her creamy ass looked like a smooth round globe, bisected in the middle. Her asshole was in clear view and her downy pouch peeked out from behind. There was much laughter now as one of the older women picked up a switch and touched it to her ass. She reached up and swung down with a snap. A red stripe appeared across both white cheeks. Jane yeowled in pain and shock and the rest of the villagers laughed. The old squaw gave her a dozen more swipes then sat down. A young girl, barely of age, replaced her. Jane howled and twisted shamelessly as the young girl switched her over and over, criscrossing her ass and leaving a pattern of stripes.
She then said something to the squaws holding Jane's legs. They each grabbed one of Jane's asscheeks and pulled them wide apart. The young girl changed her angle and resumed slashing away at Jane, this time making the tip of the switch hit right against Jane's asshole! She was stretched so wide that her asshole was opened. A tiny bit of hair could be seen around the rim and sweat glistened as it was switched. Jane howled and begged but the young squaw was relentless. Eventually she stopped and was replaced by yet another squaw. The switching went on and on. Jane's legs kicked and she howled like a coyote as the rest of the village watched and cheered on the women.
When they finally stopped, Jane's backside was a mass of crisscrossed weals. Her shoulders heaved as she sobbed. The women pulled her up and roughly sat her back on a small log they had placed there. The log had a hole in it and a large wooden phallus had been carved and stuck into it so it protruded upright. Jane was lowered into place so that the phallus passed between her swollen cunt lips. It completely filled her up and held her pinned to the log. The bark was rough against her sore backside. Jane sat there on the phallus, her knees were pressed against the side of the trunk an inch or two from the ground and her feet pulled backwards.
They pulled her hands behind her back and tied them and her ankles to a branch behind her. Jane was impaled in a sitting position with her hands and feet tied behind her. Her tits were thrust out straight and her belly was sucked in. No doubt every brave's dick was hard as stone at the sight but they wouldn't touch her, leaving her punishment to the women whom she had stolen from. This, however, did not prevent them from watching and enjoying the sight. The young braves were especially interested and Jane could see their hard-ons poking their loincloths up as they crouched nearby. When she was securely fastened, the women began taunting her.
Little Flowers pinched her nipples over and over while Jane pleaded with her to stop. Now that the tables were turned Jane didn't think much of nipple pulling! Night was wearing on. Most of the day's food had been ruined and the people went to bed hungry. One of the squaws stayed by the fire watching Will as he shivered and slept. She occasionally would look across at Jane and snicker. Jane felt embarrassed to be so helpless before her and the wooden phallus in her cunt was beginning to itch. All in all it was to be a most uncomfortable night. Will stirred a few times during the night and the squaw put a damp cloth on his forehead to ease the fever.
After he had settled down she got up and walked over to Jane. She reached out a hand and hesitantly touched her smooth skin. Much smoother than her own Indian skin. The squaw let her hand trace down along Jane's belly till she came to the downy patch of pubic hair. This was very interesting to her! It was blond and light and the pink folds of her cunt could be seen right through the strands. The Squaw felt the softness of the hair and let her fingers accidentally brush against Jane's clitoris, which was poking out between the soft folds of flesh. Jane shuddered and involuntarily moaned. The Squaw pulled her hand back then giggled and looked around to see that nobody else was around.
She was about Jane's age and had never seen a white woman up close before. She put her hand back down and used her middle finger to lightly brush Jane's clit again. More moaning from Jane encouraged her to do even more. The squaw knelt down, staring directly into Jane's half-closed eyes and began rubbing faster and faster. When Jane's moans got louder the squaw took a piece of Jane's shredded clothes and stuffed them into her mouth. She tied a gag to keep them in place then spent the next hour mischievously rubbing Jane's clit, almost to orgasm, but backing off each time before she could climax. Jane had tears in her eyes as she squirmed and tried fucking the wooden phallus.
The Indian girl was enjoying herself immensely! With her other hand she pulled and tweaked Jane's nipples and felt the softness of her hair. Jane was nearly convulsing with desire when the squaw abruptly got up. Another squaw had come to relieve her watch. Thankfully the second squaw only changed the wet cloths on Will's forehead and left her alone to squirm on the log. She cried her frustration into her gag. Eventually Jane fell into a fitfull sleep. Jane awoke to the sounds of morning movement. Most of the Indians were already up and about. Little Flowers pulled the hide back from Will's sleeping form. His fever had broken during the night and he began to slowly move his limbs.
The swelling had already started to abate somewhat but he still looked puffy and could not move except in pain. Jane was still tied to the tree trunk and was being largely ignored as she watched the activities around her. Off to the right at the edge of the clearing she saw a squaw pounding a short stake deep into the ground. Will was rousted and some food was placed by his head. He pushed it away and the brave who put it there casually picked it back up and walked away. Little Flowers tied a rawhide collar around Will's neck and attached a short rope to it. Tugging on it she managed to get Will up on his hands and knees. She made him crawl over to the stake.
She tied the rope around the middle of the stake and then pounded it all the way into the ground. Will's head could move no more than a couple of inches up or down. Another squaw helped her to spread his knees apart and these too were eventually tied and staked in place. This left Will kneeling in an extremely vulnerable position. What he didn't know then was that this was to be his permanent position from now on! Little Flowers seemed satisfied with his exposure. The young braves and squaws congregated around him and giggled as they touched his ass. Little Flowers laughed and pulled a long feather from her sleeve.
They all watched in fascination as she taught them how to torment his ass and penis with the feather. They giggled as they watched him moan and squirm. He was begging them to stop but they couldn't understand his words. Little Flowers left them with the feather and went about her morning work. They each vied for turns with the teasing feather as Will begged and shook his ass in a vain attempt to avoid it. One of the girls found that by inserting her finger a little ways into his asshole and wiggling it she could make him gasp and jump! Jane watched helplessly from her perch on the log. What a horrid fate! To spend the rest of his days wiggling at the end of a mischievous girl's finger!
As she watched them working Will over, her own unsatisfied needs caused her to involuntarily begin humping the phallus she was tied to. The other squaws noticed this and smiled knowingly. They pulled her hard nipples whenever they walked by or tugged on her pubic hair. For the next hour Will wiggled and pleaded and Jane squirmed till finally the chief came over and stood in front of Jane. He motioned for the squaws to untie her and remove her gag. Jane immediately reached for her pussy to bring herself the climax she had been denied so long but they grabbed her hands and held them while she shivered. "You go home now. Bad man stay." "You can't leave him like that!" Jane sobbed.
"You go home, but all who see you will know that you are thief!" The squaws bent her over the tree trunk face down with her ass up in the air. A brave walked towards them carrying a glowing red brazier! Jane immediately recognized the symbol on it. It was the Indian symbol for `thief'. Her eyes were wide with fear and she pleaded but the squaws held her tight. The brave pressed the glowing hot brazier into the left cheek of her ass and held it there for three seconds. Jane shrieked in agony as she was branded. When the brave lifted the smoking brazier away from her she slumped over, spittle coming from her lips. The Indians were not quite through with her yet.
They intended to send her back in style! They tied each of her ankles to the opposite ends of a stick to keep them about three feet apart. They clasped her hands together, interlocking her fingers, and wrapped loop after loop of rawhide around them, tying it off in a series of tight knots she'd never be able to loosen. A rope was then tied between her bound hands and the middle of the stick separating her legs. It passed between her knees. This made it impossible for Jane to stand. If she were to make it back to town she wouldn't be walking, she'd have to crawl the whole way, with her legs spread and her branded ass up in the air.
As they were preparing to let her go, Little Flowers halted them and spoke to the chief. She appeared to be asking his permission and he nodded his head in approval. She then took two thin sticks about a foot long each. She placed one above and one below Jane's tits, clamping them together at the aureole so that the nipples stood out and the flesh behind them was squeezed tight between the sticks. She used rawhide at each end to lash the sticks together. She then took water from a cup and soaked the rawhide thoroughly. When the sun dried the rawhide out the clamps would tighten even more! But Little Flowers was still not through!
Jane's ass was already widely parted but she used her fingers to pry Jane's asshole open. The others gasped as they saw her take a small burr, about a half inch in diameter, and insert it right into her gaping anus! It was lodged right at the rim so that it could not come out. As Jane crawled, the burr would be a constant irritant to her. Finally, Little Flowers took a small pottery jug and knelt in front of Jane. She scooped her finger in and lifted out a sticky amber fluid. She tasted it then held her fingers to Jane's lips. Honey!
With a smirk, Little Flowers put a dab of honey on each nipple then knelt behind Jane's widely parted legs and rubbed more of it in her cunt and directly on her clitoris. The myriad of biting insects would have no difficulty finding Jane's most tender places and the itching would be unbearable! Jane took one look back through tear-stained eyes at Will. Poor Will! Most of the young braves and squaws had gathered around her to watch her being prepared, but that one mischievous girl was still behind him, causing him to gasp and plead as his ass squirmed under her relentless touch. "Ahhhh… Please, help me!" he cried. Nobody was listening. The girl grinned wickedly…
The chief pointed back towards the town Jane and Will had just robbed. It was the only town for over a hundred miles in any direction. If Jane were to survive dehydration she'd have to crawl all day and all night to reach it. The blazing sun would redden her white ass and squeeze her bound nipples. The burr in her asshole and the insects would torment her the whole way. When she got to town… if she got to town, she would be on display to everyone there and at their mercy. What would they do to her! They'd surely recognize her by her short blonde hair and blue eyes. The Indian brand identifying her as a thief would surely remind them who she was.
Of one thing she was absolutely certain… the sheriff would remember her!
Author's note: I hope you enjoyed the above story. When I started it I wanted it to be a somewhat amusing, erotic narrative where the bad guys (and girls) got theirs in the End (pun intended). I labeled it "Part 1" and left room for the story line to continue. If anyone enjoyed it and would like to write a "Part 2", please feel free to do so. If nobody volunteers to do so, perhaps I'll come back to it later. So many story lines and so little time! (I know it, I'm weird. So, hang me up by my heel and… No! Only kidding!) — P.
The Bank Robbers · Part 2 (2/2)
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