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It was a dark and stormy night...

That's a pretty trite way to begin a story, but it's true. The
wind was howling like a son-of-a-bitch and the downpour outside was
making life miserable for anyone foolish enough to venture out in
it. I'd taken refuge in cheap dive down by the harbor where I
could drink cheap beer and watch the whores. The whores had all
given up on me, but they were fun to watch anyway, as they flashed
their tits at the suckers, trying to lure them on. My last beer
was about gone and I was wondering if I could con the bartender
into running me a tab when Matt Gromley, a sometime acquaintance,
was blown in out of the storm. Two other damn fools were with him,
but they were so encased in slickers that I had no idea who they
were. The three of them took a table in the back of the room and
I heard Matt order a bottle.

Matt was about like me, never had enough money for more than a
couple of beers, so I figured he must have found himself a real
sucker. I was idly trying to decide if it would be worth my while
to join them when Matt pulled a stool up beside me.

"Yo Nate. Still hanging around? That beer looks about dry, buy
you another?"

I was more than a little taken aback. Matt almost never had any
money, and when he did, he never bought drinks. I knew he would
expect something in return, but I'd about decided that my chances
with the bartender were nil, so I really didn't give a shit. I
nodded my assent and a fresh beer appeared in front of me.

"Why don't you bring your beer and join us in back? We've got a
fresh bottle," Matt said.

I knew damn well he had a fresh bottle, and my mouth was salivating
at the thought of it. I still didn't know what he wanted, but for
a crack at that bottle, I was willing to listen to anything.

When I got back there, Matt poured me a drink and then introduced
me to his two companions. The first one he introduced as Colonel
Broaddus. The Colonel was a tall, slim man, dark hair, silver at
the temples. The second one was still bundled up in the slicker.
When Matt introduced her as Mrs Broaddus, I understood why. A
woman, especially a married woman, had no business in that den of
pimps, whores and cheap liquor. For the life of me, I couldn't
understand what she was doing there. We had a couple of drinks and
shared several stories, mostly about my adventures leading wagon
trains across the plains, but she never said a word.

After about half an hour they left. I was still wondering what
they wanted with me, but after I discovered that they'd left better
than half the bottle I decided not to worry about it. I had a fine
hangover when Matt woke me up the next morning.

"Nate, get your ass up and get presentable. The Colonel and Mrs
Broaddus want to see you."

"Wh-what the fuck are you talking about?"

"The Colonel and Mrs Broaddus. You remember, those people I
introduced you to last night. I think they want to offer you a
job, so you better make yourself decent and get on down to the
hotel."

"A job? What the fuck do you mean?" I hadn't had a job in so long
I'd forgotten what it was like to have change in my pocket.

"Yeah, a job. They need someone to drive their wagons across the
plains. I don't know that you're the best, but you're the best
that's available. So get yourself together. I'll see you over at
the hotel."

I couldn't believe it, a real job. I knocked the dust off of my
shirt and had and hurried over to the hotel.

Matt was waiting in the lobby and took me into the dining room
where the Colonel and Mrs Broaddus were having breakfast. The way
I felt, I damn near threw up at the sight of food, so it didn't
bother me a bit when all they offered me was coffee. I really
needed another drink to settle my stomach and clear my head, but I
figured that could wait, at least until after the interview.

"Mr. Singletry," the Colonel began. That's me, Richard Nathaniel
Singletry, but I go by Nate. I can't remember the last time
somebody put "Mr" in front of my name. Son-of-a-bitch or asshole
was more what I was used to. "my wife and I are leading a
dedicated group of missionaries to convert the heathen Sioux."

That got my attention. If they really planned to take their bible
thumping ways to the Sioux, the only thing they were likely to
change would be their chances at a long life. I took a long look
at both of them. Anybody that fucking crazy, deserved at least
that. The Colonel was just as I remembered him - tall, thin, with
a high sweeping forehead. His wife still hadn't said a word, but
now that she wasn't covered up with the slicker, I could see her -
at least part of her. She had a good face, strong but not too
strong, soft lips and the kind of eyes that made me weak in the
knees. Long blond hair hung down to her shoulders, but the rest of
her was covered with a black dress, from her neck to her ankles.
But even that dress couldn't hide the face that there was a good
looking body underneath it. I just felt it was a shame she was
going out west to commit suicide. Fortunately, it didn't have
anything to do with me.

"Mr Singletry, Mr Gromley tells us you're the best wagon master in
the business. Somehow I doubt that you're the best, but you are
the best we've talked to. We'd like you to lead us to the
heathen."

I'd been expecting this, and I was ready. No Sir, I'm sorry, but
I can't do that. When I lead a train I try to stay away from the
Sioux. People that don't have a way of winding up dead. And from
what you tell me, you don't just want to go across their land, you
want to meet up with them. Take my advice. Go back to New York or
wherever you came from and leave the Sioux alone. We'll all be
happier for it."

I pushed my chair back and got up. "As for me, I'll be on my way.
I've got some unfinished business I need to tend to."

Mrs Broaddus spoke up for the first time. "Mr Singletry, we're
offering five dollars a day, plus meals."

That stopped me. I was used to a dollar a day and having to fend
for myself for meals. "What would I be expected to do for this
money, Mrs Broaddus?"

"Just take care of our wagons and horses and lead us across the
plains, Mr Singletry. Mr Gromley will be along as scout and
handyman and the rest of the women will take care of the cooking
and cleaning."

I knew what Matt was along for. The only thing he was handy with
was a gun. "How many people are in this party?"

"Not counting you and Mr Gromley, there's twelve of us. Four men
and eight women."

I wasn't ready to admit it, but she'd gotten me when she mentioned
$5. For that kind of money I'd of introduced them to Sitting Bull.
And if the rest of the women looked anything like she did, I might
just get lucky.

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So it were fourteen of us altogether who made the trek out west to
save the heathen Indians. Our leader, Colonel Broaddus, was a
civil war vet and still liked to keep the title. I said he was our
leader, but if the truth were known, his wife, Angela, made all the
decisions. She led him around by the nose and the rest of us
followed. I was never sure why the rest of them followed her, but
I knew what my motives were. She paid me regular and I kept hoping
against hope to get into her pants. If she hadn't been so damned
straitlaced, I'd of balled her in a second. But we were a month
out of St Louis. I'd given up on getting laid and was just hoping
to get a smile out of her, but so far I hadn't even gotten that.
I figured it was just one of God's practical jokes - all those good
looks wasted on a frigid, domineering bitch like her.

Their daughter, Susan, had inherited her mothers good looks, but
fortunately, not her attitudes, except when it came to sex. Like
her dad, she was a milquetoast. Whatever her mother said, that's
what she did. I knew I was never going to get anywhere near her,
but at least she smiled at me.

The Colonel's assistant, Major Bromley, was a portly man. Not much
good for anything, but he could thump a bible with the best of
them. I don't think he'd ever been in the war, but he was the
Colonel's assistant, so I guess that's where he got the title.
Agnes, his wife, was almost as big around as he was. At least she
had been when we'd left St Louis. But a month on the road was
starting to slim her down already, and the hornier I got, the
better she was starting to look. To be honest, she didn't really
look that bad anyway, but losing another 20 or 30 pounds wouldn't
hurt her. Like a lot of heavy women, she had a very pretty face
and was really quite attractive, despite her girth. She was
Angela's assistant and made damn sure the rest of the women stayed
in line.

The rest of the Colonel's following consisted of Ned and Maggie
Smith, Bob and Priscilla Parker, and three single women, Mabel,
Lucille and Rachel. Oh, and Matt and me of course.

If it hadn't of been for the drab clothes they wore every one of
the women, even fat Agnes, would have turned heads anywhere she
went. I don't know if beauty was one of the Colonel's
prerequisites to join the group or not, but it sure seemed that
way. After Angela, Priscilla was my favorite. But Bob was a giant
of a man and I was afraid he had a jealous streak to match his
strength. At any rate, he was big enough that I didn't want to
take the chance. All of them were lookers. It was just too bad
they wore those ugly clothes.

It turned out that their ugly clothes were a requirement. The
Colonel's brand of Christianity required the women to be
excessively modest in everything they did. So they all wore plain
black skirts that swept the ground. Their matching blouses had
long sleeves and a high collar that fit high around the neck. And
no makeup of course. On special days they'd decorate themselves
with a bit of white lace.

Matt and I had been picked to join the group at the last minute.
Matt because he could speak Sioux and was good with a gun and me
because I could drive the wagons and knew my way across the desert
and the mountains. But neither of us had ever really fit in. The
Colonel and his group were bringing Christianity to the heathen
Indians, but Matt and I just wanted to get laid. The two of us had
long talks and we'd of both given almost anything to get under some
of those skirts, but we also knew it would be worth our jobs to
even try.

The closest I ever got to any of them was one afternoon after we'd
camped near a stream. I'd snuck away to get a couple hours of
sleep while they set up camp, and found a dandy place on a high
rock overlooking the stream, but out of everybody's sight. I guess
I'd been up there for about half an hour when I was woken up by the
women laughing as they walked down to the stream. Curiosity beat
out my need for sleep and I peered over the edge of the rock to see
what they were doing. All thoughts of sleep disappeared when they
all peeled off their black dresses and started washing them in the
stream. And they made quite a sight, kneeling there in their white
bloomers and stays. The good Christian boy my mamma raised would
have backed out of there and never said a word to anyone, but I'd
long since outgrown that shit. I just knew that I was finally
going to get a chance to see what they really looked like. It
wasn't long before Angela stood up, stripped off her undies and
dove cleanly into the water. The rest of them followed right
behind her. I knew better than to try and sneak any closer; I'd
get caught for sure, and that would mean my job. Even at that
distance, I could make out their well shaped tits and the darker
spot at the juncture of their thighs. With a fertile imagination
like mine, just watching them gave me enough memories to last a
good long while.

I just couldn't figure these bible thumpers out. They'd all given
up comfortable lives back east, just so they could bring
civilization to the heathen Indians. Now here we were, camped at
the foothills of the Rockies and the heathens were about to tell us
that they didn't want our fucking civilization.

Our camp had been overrun during the night. I'm not sure how, I
think Bromley had gone to sleep or something, but I really don't
know. Growley and Ned Smith had both been killed trying to defend
the camp, but it had been useless. With those two dead, there were
only four of us men against about a hundred Indians. It was over
in a hurry, and now we were sitting with our wrists and ankles
tied, under the watchful eyes of those heathens we were going to
civilize.

Then their Chief addressed us. I was amazed that he spoke better
English than I did. He gave us a long speech about how he had been
taken east as a child and raised in New York, but eventually he had
gotten fed up with the white man's ways and come back to his
people. The one thing he did miss though was the burlesque shows.
Indian women just couldn't get the hang of it. So he was going to
have our women put on a little show for all of us to enjoy. After
the show was over, they'd keep what they wanted and the rest of us
could go on about our business.

ENTER
TEEN STEAM

I have to admit, I thought it was a pretty good deal. We were
going to get out with our lives and it sounded like we were going
to get to see the women strip as well. I hadn't had a woman since
we'd left St Louis over two months ago, and every one of these was
a good looker. Even the fat one had started to look better as the
trip wore her down. If the Indians kept any of the women, well,
them's the breaks. At least the rest of us would still be alive.

Major Bromley, however, was having none of it. He was at his bible
thumping best. "No, no," he screamed. "You can't force them to do
that! These are good Christian women! They'll die before they'll
submit to your bestial demands!"

The Chief nodded at one of his henchmen. One round from Growley's
pistol and Bromley joined Ned and Matt, face down in the dirt.

"Is there anyone else who objects to my program?" the Chief asked.

Needless to say, the Colonel, Bob Parker and I just sat there.

The Indians formed a circle and the ladies were led into the center
of it. While we had been sitting there, some of the squaws had
been supervising them while they had been getting dressed. And
they did look nice - even in their black skirts. They were all
wearing plenty of lace and had on full petticoats. Each one of
them looked like she was ready for a night on the town and it
wasn't even 9 in the morning yet.

One item of apparel I know wasn't in their bags. They were each
wearing a collar with a leash attached and they each had a squaw to
lead them around. One quick turn around the circle to show us
their finery and they were led to a small knoll overlooking the
circle. Out of the way, but they could see everything that went
on.

Then the Chief called Mrs Broaddus to the center of the circle.
First he apologized for the quality of the music, but there was
only so much you could do with a tom-tom.

Now do not try my patience Mrs Broaddus. I expect you to dance until
we get tired of watching you. You might have to take all your
clothes off."

"All my clothes? Then I'd be naked? Naked? You expect me to
strip naked? The Colonel's never seen me naked. No! There's no
way that I am going to bare myself for you."

"I didn't say you were going to have to. I only said that I
expected you to dance until we got tired of watching, and that you
might have to take all your clothes off. I'm going to ask you one
more time, Mrs Broaddus. Are you going to dance for us or not?"

"I certainly am not! The nerve! To think that I would even
consider disrobing in front of you..."

The Chief didn't say another word. The squaw dropped the leash and
Angela looked around for someplace to escape to. I don't know
where she thought she was going to go, but it didn't matter. Two
of the Indians grabbed her by the arms and held her in the middle
of the circle. Then the squaw grabbed Angela's dress at the neck
and literally ripped it off of her. Another rip and her petticoats
joined the ruined dress. A screaming, blushing Angela was revealed
to us in her bodice, bloomers and stockings.

The squaw had moved so quickly that none of us had had a chance to
react, although I'm not sure what we could have done anyway.
Despite his bonds, the Colonel had started to jump up, but one of
the braves placed a knife warningly against his neck and he quieted
back down.

I guess Angela thought they were going to stop there. Most of her
clothes were off - the only thing she had left was her underwear.
She was still blushing and doing her best to cover herself, but she
was regaining some of her composure.

The squaw took the Chief's knife and menacingly advanced toward
Angela. "Kill me if you want, but I won't allow myself to be
debased this way! I won't take anymore of my clothes off. I won't
submit to your profane desires!" she screamed.

But Angela had misunderstood the squaw's intentions. A few quick
cuts and the few scraps of dress that remained were removed. Then
the squaw placed the knife against her neck.

Ever the proud stoic, Angela raised her head high, revealing the
full line of her throat. "Go ahead, cut my throat. But please
make it quick. After disgracing me like this, I can never show
myself with decent folk again anyway."

One quick slice of the knife and the bodice fell away. Angela was
nude from the waist up. She barely had time to gasp as her breasts
sprang into view before the knife was slipped in the waistband of
her bloomers. Her proud stoicism vanished like a whisp of smoke.

"OHMIGOd!!" she screamed. "MY BREASTS, THEY'RE NAKED! MY GOD,
WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME? WHAT ARE YOU DOING NOW? OH NO, NOT
THAT! OH PLEASE DON'T DO THAT! NOT MY PANTS! LEAVE ME MY
BLOOMERS AT LEAST! LEAVE ME SOME MODESTY. DON'T DISGRACE ME
COMPLETELY. PLEASE DON'T TAKE MY BLOOMERS OFF TOO! THEN I'LL BE
COMPLETELY NAKED!! OH PLEASE, PLEASE DOOOOOOOOOOON'T......"

The bloomers were gone! And she was absolutely right. She was
naked. Butt fucking naked except for her shoes and stockings. And
the squaw was busy working on those. In less time than she had
spent discussing her unveiling, Angela had been stripped naked and
her shredded clothing was piled in front of her. By now, even her
shoes and stockings were gone. The only thing she had on was her
collar and her leash.

I said she was a handsome woman. I was wrong, she was beautiful.
With the two braves holding her arms the way they were she was
fully exposed and I couldn't help but admire her. I think I said
earlier that she was about 40, but despite her age, her breasts
were full and firm with none of that sag that normally attacks
women her age. Her areolae were the size of silver dollars and the
nipples were already hard from this uninvited exposure. The way
her hips swelled out from her slender waist reminded me of a 20
year old. I know it was wrong of me, but I was hoping the Chief
did strip her daughter, just so we could compare the two. I rather
suspected the mother would come out the winner. Angela was
blushing before, but now that she was naked, her whole body was
tinged with pink. It made a fine accent for the fine mesh of blond
pubic hair which barely covered the lips of her pussy.

Angela was in tears. When the Indians released her, she made a
desperate grab for her ruined clothing in a feeble attempt to find
something, anything to cover herself with. But the squaw would
have none of that. Grabbing Angela's leash, she led her around the
circle again, but this time the once proud Angela was doing
everything she could to conceal her finery.

If our situation hadn't been so precarious, I'd of had to laugh.
But she did look ludicrous - hunkered over to make herself as small
as possible, one arm was shielding her tits, but the nipples poked
out anyway, and the other hand was over her crotch. And the way
she was hobbling along after the squaw, with her knees held tightly
together, I thought she was going to fall over. But she was
determined nobody would see her cunt. About halfway around the
circle, the squaw stopped to let some Indians examine her up close.
That's when the depths of her predicament became apparent to her.
One of the Indians grabbed her ass. When Angela moved her hands to
protect her backside, other hands immediately covered her exposed
tits and twat, tweaking her nipples and pulling her pubic hair.
Angela was starting to go into hysterics when the squaw led her
away. Eventually, she ended up in front of the Chief, sobbing
hysterically and still futilely trying to cover herself.

The Chief appraised his captive for a few minutes. Then he had the
squaw turn her around so he could appraise her rump. Her hands
were slapped down and they forced her to stand up straight so the
braves were treated to an unobstructed view of her tits and pussy.
Angela was blushing before. Under this scrutiny she was really
blushing. This was the ultimate degradation, stripped naked and
put on public display. But she must have been getting a little
excited. It might have been the tweaking they had been subjected
to earlier, but her nipples were hard and erect.

The Chief's appraisal went on for so long that Angela was starting
to get edgy. Surely he hadn't stripped her just so he could see
what she looked like. But it seemed like that's all that was going
to happen. It was mortifying, standing there naked while the Chief
and his Indians looked at her breasts, buttocks and pubic area, but
if that's all that was going to happen she knew she should be
grateful. At least no one was touching her anymore. She had
expected to be raped, and thought she'd rather die, but she was
certain she could endure this. She just hoped that nothing worse
happened to any of the other women. Then she learned that being
stripped publicly wasn't the ultimate degradation.

The Chief nodded and the squaw forced her to bend over and place
her hands on her knees. Her feet were kicked apart and then she
was told to spread them some more. Bent over like that with her
legs spread, she know that her most private parts, her anus and
vulva, were completely exposed to the eyes of her captor. And not
only his eyes, but his hands as well. She lost what little
composure she had left when she felt his hands on her crotch and
his fingers probing inside her vagina. Her skin was crawling and
it took every bit of her strength not to scream, even before his
thumb invaded her anus. Angela was trembling and almost in
hysterics again. The Chief had inserted his thumb in her anus and
his fingers were inside her vagina. Other hands were rubbing her
buttocks, her breasts and pinching her nipples. From somewhere,
other fingers seemed to be mauling her delicate clitoris. Then, as
quickly as they had started, the hands were taken away.

"Mrs Broaddus, straighten up and turn around. I like for people to
look at me when I'm talking to them. No, don't bother trying to
cover yourself. We've already seen everything you've got to offer,
and I like to be able to look at the people I'm talking to as
well."

Angela quickly put her hands at her sides and stood there, meekly
listening to what the Chief had to say.

"There's another of your customs that I learned to enjoy while I
was in New York. Spanking, I think you call it. It's something
that's normally given to children, but I've found it to be most
satisfactory when administered to a grown woman. You've displeased
me so you're going to be punished, and those hips of yours are nice
and soft and look like they can take a great deal. But I'm going
to give you a choice. Would you prefer a spanking on your bare
bottom or would you rather have an Indian whipping given to you by
the squaws?"

"You wouldn't spank me! You can't whip me like a child! You've
already humiliated me enough without putting me over some man's
knee. You've stripped me naked for God's sakes, and done it in
front everyone. Hasn't that been punishment enough?"

"Mrs Broaddus, you haven't been punished at all yet. Now, which
will it be?"

"OhmiGod, you're serious, aren't you? You really do intend to whip
me. But why? What reason have I given you to want to whip me?"

"I don't need a reason, Mrs Broaddus. The fact that I want to is
reason enough. Added to that though, you refused to do what I
asked. Your refusal and the fact that your delectable rear end
just looks like it's begging for a spanking is more than enough
reason to give it one."

"Ohhh God. W-w-what is this Indian whipping like?"

"A flogging, Mrs Broaddus. Given by five of my squaws. I promise
you, when they're done, you'll know you've been whipped. And I
know you'll be well marked. But at least you won't have to endure
the humiliation of being turned over my knee. Now hurry up and
make up your mind. You're starting to try my patience. If you
don't decide soon, I'll make sure you get both."

"A-a-a flogging!? Oh God, I know I couldn't stand that. If, if
I'm going to have to submit to more punishment, I'll...I'll take
the spanking. At least with that, I know what to expect. Where
are you going to spank me? You...you will take me someplace
private, I hope. You won't spank me here in public, will you?"

"Where am I going to spank you? Why, I'm going to spank you on
your bare ass, Mrs Broaddus. Where else does one get a spanking?
And if you were wondering where we are going to be while I'm
spanking you, we're going to be right here where your husband and
everyone else can watch you jump. Might do him some good to learn
how to get your attention. Now get over here and let's get started
or would you like a flogging as well."

Sobbing in embarrassment, Angela clamored over his lap, her pelvis
resting on his right leg and her naked breasts flopping against his
left. He carefully positioned her with her ass elevated and turned
so that we could see it. With her head down like that, I know she
was trying to picture how she must look to us with her ass facing
us like it was. Almost involuntarily, her legs and ass cheeks
clenched tight and her ass seemed to blush a little more. Then he
proceeded to wallop her butt. I was fascinated as the color of her
delicate skin turned first to a darker pink and then to bright red.
Angela tried to be a stoic about the whole thing, but I was sure
that wouldn't last. She did better than I expected though. Up
until her ass started to turn bright red she kept her mouth shut
and her legs tightly clenched together. Then something broke
inside of her and suddenly she was kicking, screaming and wailing
loud enough to wake the dead.

SMACK! THWACK! SMACK! "Aiiee! Oh God! You're killing me!"
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! "My bottom, my poor bottom," THWACK!
THWACK! "You're peeling the skin off it, I know" THWACK! "you are."
THWACK! THWACK!

The Chief sort of smiled at this, but kept right on beating her
ass. I don't know if she was aware of it or not, or even if she
cared at that point, but the way her legs were flailing around she
was displaying all of her innermost secrets. She'd kept everybody
but the Chief from seeing them before, but now her cunt and asshole
were fully exposed to all of us.

THWACK! "Oh God, I can't take any more!" THWACK! "Please give me
another chance," THWACK! "Please let me dance for you!" THWACK!

"You can't strip any more, Mrs Broaddus. You're naked. Your
clothes were ripped off of you, remember?" THWACK! THWACK! "And
that's what the dance was all about."

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