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"Oh God, Please stop beating me." THWACK! "My bottom is burning so
bad." THWACK! THWACK! "I've, I've got more clothes, really I do."
THWACK! "Oh, oh, oh please, I'll go put them on and then I'll strip
for you." THWACK! THWACK! "I'll do anything you want, really I
will."

THWACK! "No, I don't think so, Mrs Broaddus. I think you're going
to do anything I want anyway. Now you just lie here and be
patient. I'll be through in a little while."

Angela sort of gave up at that. But she sure didn't quit screaming
or flailing about. She'd shown us her cunt before. Now she was
showing us the inside of it.

When the Chief finished her spanking, her entire bottom was cherry
red and she had been reduced to whimpering and weeping.

Holding her in position, the Chief began massaging the buttocks he
had so recently punished. Under this gentle touch, Angela's ass
began to move involuntarily in time with his rubbing, but she was
really moving it when he ran his fingers down her slit. She was
still sobbing and whimpering, but she was grinding her crotch
against his leg. "See how responsive she is," the Chief told his
squaw. "And look at her snatch. It's dripping and begging me to
stick something in it. But not now. She didn't want to play, so
now she has to pay. Take her and feed her to the ants. They
should keep this twat nice and warm until we're ready for her."

Blushing deeply at the way her body had betrayed her, Angela was
led to the edge of the circle where she was staked out, face down
in the dirt and spreadeagled. I don't think it was lost on Angela
that in this position, her ass was available to them for whatever
they might want to use it for, whether it was another whipping or
sticking something in it. Nonetheless, I think it was a real
surprise when she found out what they had planned for her. One of
the Indians had found our supplies and handed the squaw a jar of
syrup which she poured down the crack of her ass and rubbed all
over her pussy - "just to sweeten it up a bit."

While they had been staking her out, one of the squaws had been
busy with Bromley. Cutting his prick off, she carried it over to
where Angela was, stuffed it in her mouth and tied it in place with
a bit of her ruined clothing.

Leaving the woman in her misery, with ants already crawling over
her cunt and the dead prick filling her mouth, the Chief called for
Mrs Bromley.

"Oh no," she cried. "Haven't you done enough with poor Angela?
Why do you need me too?"

"Come along now, Mrs Bromley. You wouldn't want her to suffer
alone, would you? You know what they say, 'misery loves company,'
so get down here and quit blubbering."

Sobbing, Agnes Bromley picked her way down the hill to where the
Chief was. Like he had with Angela, he explained in detail what he
wanted her to do.

"Oh God, please no!" she wept. "Shoot me, let me join my husband,
but please don't strip me of my dignity."

Her begging did no good at all, other than getting her out of
having to dance. The squaws had learned how effective the knife
was at removing clothes, so she was probably stripped even faster
than Angela had been. In less time than it would have taken me to
say "Agnes, take your clothes off," she was just as naked as Angela
was. And just like Angela had been, she was shown off to everyone
in the circle, and then presented to the Chief. Her short, plump
body didn't look bad at all. None of those rolls of fat I had
expected. She was just a smooth pudgy body with tits and a cunt.
Or she would have been smooth if it hadn't been for her cunt hair.
Her snatch was thickly covered with the most incredible mass of
pubic hair I had ever seen. The curly hairs even covered her lower
belly and part of the inside of her legs. It was literally a pelt.
Of course the Chief had her spread her legs so everyone could see
and feel it. After she had been thoroughly poked and prodded, just
to make sure there really was a pussy under all that hair, the
Chief addressed her.

"Mrs Broaddus got the spanking, Agnes. So you're going to get to
show us how the whipping is done."

Agnes' jaw went slack. She'd been speechless ever since they
started stripping her, but now she truly didn't know what to say.
She was sure she wasn't going to be showing anyone how a whipping
was done. Rather, they were going to be showing her. And she knew
it was going to be on her body that she was shown. She was already
screaming as the braves carried her over to a nearby tree. Her
wrists were tied together and the rope was thrown over a branch of
the tree. Then Agnes was hauled up until her feet were dangling
off of the ground. I hate to admit it, but Agnes looked even
better like this. Stretched out the way she was, her body had more
shape and wasn't quite so round. Her arms pulled over her head
like they were caused her tits to stick straight out. Like I said
before, she'd lost a lot of weight since we left St Louis, but a
few more pounds would be alright. I had no doubt that by the time
this ordeal was over she would have lost that and then some. Hell,
if we ever got back to civilization, she'd probably be a damn good
looking woman.

Five of the squaws gathered around her, each one carrying a vicious
looking leather strap. First, each of them grabbed a handful of
her pubic mat and tugged vigorously, coming away with a handful of
cunt hair. Then they proceeded to lash her with the straps until
she was spinning around and around. As soon as the rope was
twisted tight, Then they started lashing her in the other
direction. They continued lashing her in this fashion, first to
the left and then to the right, until Agnes' body was a mass of
welts from her shoulders to the back of her calves. Even her tits
and pussy had gotten their share. Her tits were crimson and the
only thing protecting her pussy was what she had left of that
wonderful pelt.

Finally the Chief had them cut her down and told them to stake her
out near Angela. But Angela was on her belly, with her ass in the
air. Agnes was stretched out flat on her back.

The Chief sat down beside her and began speaking in a gentle tone.
"Mrs Bromley, earlier you expressed a desire to join your husband.
If you haven't learned your lessons yet, you might still get the
chance. But I don't think you'd really enjoy that, and it would be
a terrible waste of this fat pussy. With that he combed his
fingers through her fleece and began diddling her clit. Still
speaking in a conversational tone, he asked, "Have you heard of
scalping, Mrs Bromley? Let me explain it to you. It's normally
done on a living person, and from what I've been told is not a
pleasant experience." With his other hand, he grabbed the dead
Bromley and pulled him up by his hair. A quick slice with the
knife and Bromley's scalp came away in his hand. "Now Mrs Bromley,
you can either do what you're told, or I'm going to scalp you,
HERE!" He tightened his grip on her fleece and laid the bloody
knife on the side of her cunt.

Agnes was in hysterics. "OH GOD NO, PLEASE NO, I'LL DO ANYTHING,
WHATEVER YOU WANT, ANYTHING, JUST PLEASE DON'T DO THAT."

"Anything, Mrs Bromley?"

"OH YES, ANYTHING, ANYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO. JUST DON'T SCALP ME
LIKE THAT! I COULDN'T STAND THAT!"

One of the braves strode over to Agnes. Lifting up his loin cloth,
he knelt over her face. Agnes surprised us all by knowing just
what to do. When the dick was presented to her lips she
immediately sucked the thing down. I'm tempted to say she sucked
as though her life depended on it, but this time it really did.
The first brave was followed by five more and she was just as
professional with all of them. There was no question in my mind
that she'd done that sort of thing before. And I don't think
Bromley had been the only beneficiary. She was far to professional
for that.

Before returning to his show, the Chief set the squaw to the task
of pulling out what was left of Agnes' cunt hair. "I'd like that
pussy to be bald before we turn her loose."

Maggie Smith was next. The other two women had been punished
severely when they refused to strip and Maggie was determined that
that wouldn't happen to her. She couldn't imagine a whipping, or
even a spanking on her tender buttocks. And then to be staked
out... She was sure she was going to be raped, but even that was
preferable to what had happened to Angela and Agnes. As soon as
she entered the circle, she started tearing at her clothes. And it
seemed like she couldn't wait to get out of them. Ripping and
tearing, her clothing was soon ripped to shreds and Maggie was
naked. Exceedingly embarrassed, but butt fucking naked. Standing
with her arms at her sides, afraid to cover her cunt or shield her
tits, she was sobbing as she listened to the Chief berate her. She
had thought that by debasing herself like this, she was doing what
was expected. Now she was being chastised for her eagerness.

"I told you I wanted burlesque. If I'd just wanted you naked, I
wouldn't have given you anything to put on in the first place."
Turning to the squaw he said "Give her a whipping and then have her
bring all her clothes out here. We'll see if she has anything else
that's acceptable. If she does, she can try again. If not,
well..."

Almost immediately, Maggie was thrown down on her stomach and the
squaw was astraddle her back. About twenty or thirty good solid
licks to her upturned ass and Maggie was led, sobbing, back to the
tents.

Then it was Priscilla's turn. Bob was visibly agitated, even more
so than the Colonel had been. He didn't want her to do this, but
he knew what would happen to him if he interfered, and what would
surely happen to her if she refused. It didn't really matter.
Unless he wanted to join Bromley, it was out of his hands.

Priscilla wasn't at all sure what to do, but she was sure she
didn't want the same fate as any of the other three. Not even
Maggie. She knew she couldn't bear having her bottom whipped, but
she really didn't want it whipped in front of her husband. But Bob
had always gotten excited when she took her clothes off and showed
her naked bosom to him. Maybe if she did the same thing for the
Chief he'd let her go. Bob got real excited when she showed him
her naked bottom, but maybe she wouldn't have to go that far. If
she was real lucky, maybe she could get away with just exposing her
breasts.

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TEEN STEAM

But Priscilla had never been a stripper. Stripping for her husband
and stripping for an audience were two different things. She took
her clothes off, but that's the kindest thing you could say for the
way she did it. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it
off of her shoulders. Unfastening her skirt, she let it fall to
the ground. With a nervous look at her audience, her petticoats
soon followed. Putting off the inevitable as long as possible, she
sat down and pulled off her shoes and stockings. Unfastening her
stays, she let them drop and her gorgeous breasts were free. I
could tell her hands were itching to cover them, but she was afraid
to. Naked, except for her bloomers, she walked around the circle
exhibiting those gorgeous breasts for everyone to see. I think it
was sometime during that circuit that she started to really started
to understand what was expected of her. By the end of her parade,
she was flaunting her tits, not just exhibiting them. When she
ended her circuit she was standing directly in front of me. Ever
since I'd met her, I'd envied Bob his good luck. Now here she was,
almost naked and so close I could touch her. Glancing at Bob, she
mouthed a silent "I'm sorry", and untied her bloomers. Pushing
them down over her beautiful hips, she stepped out of them and
kicked them to the side.

I could have died. I'd had wet dreams about something like this
and now here I was, face-to-face with the most beautiful cunt this
side of St Louis and my hands were tied so I couldn't even touch
it. I made myself many promises that day, but one of them was that
I was going to get into that box.

And then she started to dance. It still wasn't sensuous, but
considering how reticent she'd been before, her dancing was
positively scandalous. She swayed and jiggled and twisted all over
her dance floor. As a final gesture, she curtsied as she presented
herself to the Chief and his Indians. Except for her collar, she
was butt naked, and with her hands clasped behind her back she was
fully exposed. There was no question about her obdeiance. She was
demonstrating to all of us that she was fully compliant and
available for anything the Chief might want of her. And she had
done this in full view of her husband. Bob was apoplectic. But
the body she was presenting was beautiful. Her tits were well
shaped and stood up of their own accord. And the nipples were hard
and were sticking straight out. Her waist was narrow and flared
out over a gorgeous pair of hips. And her pussy...God what a
pussy... Her cunt hair was light brown and very fine. It covered
her snatch, but just barely. The pussy lips were plainly visible
through it.

Like I said, Bob was apoplectic. He just knew they were going to
rape her on the spot. I was sure that was going to happen, but I
didn't think it would happen just yet. It was just too bad she
hadn't figured out sooner what the Chief wanted.

The Chief proved me right when he announced "That was better, but
it's still not burlesque. You're supposed to dance while you're
stripping, not just take your clothes off." Grabbing his limp
member, he finished his statement. "Your supposed to make my dick
hard." Turning to the squaw he told her to whip Priscilla and then
take her back to tents to collect all of her clothes. Like Maggie,
if she had anything else that was acceptable, she might be allowed
to try again.

"Oh please," Priscilla begged. "Whip me if you want, but let me
try again before you do."

"In case you hadn't noticed, girl, you're naked. You don't have
anything left to take off. How can you strip again?"

"I...I...When I started to undress, I didn't realize what you
expected of me. I knew you had stripped the other women naked, but
I didn't think you would expect that of me. Foolishly, I thought
if I showed you my breasts, somehow that would appease you and
you'd let me keep my pants on. But I know better now, I know
you'll never let me go just halfway. Please let me try again.
Even without my clothes, I know I can do better." She made a frame
around her pussy. "Let me show this off for you. I'm, I'm sure I
can m-m-make your d-d-d-dick hard. If I don't," she turned around
and bent over, presenting her ass to him, "then whip my fanny if
you still want to, but please let me try first."

Shrugging, the Chief said, "Your fanny looks like it's begging to
be whipped anyway. Okay, go ahead. But you'd better be good. If
I'm not satisfied, you'll be hanging from the tree like Mrs Bromley
was earlier and it won't be just your fanny that gets whipped."

Priscilla spun away and really began to dance. I know she was
spurred on by the threat of the flogging, but she really went all
out. She was flashing her pussy all over the place and jiggling
her tits in the Indians' faces. But Bob turned green when she
grabbed an Indian and fell to her knees in front of him. Lifting
up his loin cloth she sucked his dick down and did her best to make
Agnes look like an amateur. Finishing with him, she moved on to a
second, and then a third. She had the third one lay down on his
back and she knelt over him, ass incitingly stuck up in the air.
Looking back over her shoulder, she patted her fanny provocatively.
The Indians didn't need a second invitation. She had five of them
in both of her holes before the Chief ordered her to stand up.

"That was very good Mrs Parker. Now you've made my dick hard.
Maybe later I'll allow you to suck it off. But you should have
done that in the first place! Go get your clothing. If you have
anything that's acceptable, you can dance again later."

Smiling, a naked Priscilla was led off. She had cum leaking from
her ass, cunt, and down her cheeks, but at least she hadn't been
whipped. And she'd already been fucked more times today than Bob
had fucked her in the past month.

There were still four women left. I was wondering which one of
them was going to be next when the Chief walked over to where
Angela was squirming.

"Ahh, I see the ants are enjoying their meal. Earlier you said
you'd do whatever I wanted, but I'm not sure you were serious. Now
are you ready to do what you're told, Mrs Broaddus?"

Angela couldn't speak around her penis gag, but from the way she
was shaking her head, it was evident what she was thinking.

"Very well, flip her over. We'll give the ants and the sun a
chance at her other side."

Angela was soon reversed and her tits and cunt were coated with
syrup. The Chief had just turned to walk away when he seemed to
have second thoughts.

Turning back to Angela, he grabbed a handful of her pussy hair.
"I'm tired of dallying with you, Mrs Broaddus." Laying the knife
beside her cunt, he said, "I know you saw the little demonstration
I put on for Mrs Bromley. Now, unless you want to know what it
feels like to be scalped, you'll do whatever you're told."

Angela was in shock. She'd already said she'd do whatever he
wanted, and now he was threatening to cut her twat off. Her eyes
were as wide as saucers, but the only thing we could hear was
grunts as she tried to vocalize around the prick that was still
filling her mouth.

"I think the bitch is trying to say something. Get that thing out
of her mouth so I can understand her."

As soon as her mouth was free, Angela whimpered, "Oh please,
please, I'll do whatever you say. Anything you want me to do, I'll
do. Just take that knife away. Please take it off my vagina.
I'll do anything."

Cutting away her bonds, the Chief ordered her to her knees. "The
last one made me hard, now I want you to suck me off. But I'm not
ready to cum yet. So make me enjoy it, but don't let me cum. And
you better be good at it."

Angela went at it with gusto, but I don't think she'd ever sucked
a dick before. She obviously didn't have Agnes' or Priscilla's
proficiency. But what she lacked in experience, she more than made
up for in enthusiasm. Her hands were all over his ass and balls,
pulling him closer to her. And she did her best to suck him all
in. She couldn't make it though. He was just too big and she
hadn't learned the knack of getting his dick down her throat. It
was a good thing he didn't want to cum. She'd of probably gagged
if he started shooting his load down her throat. It wasn't long
though, before the Chief was pushing her away and the front of his
loincloth was standing straight out.

"One more thing. We've stripped you of your clothes, now I want
you to finish it off. Just so I won't be tempted to scalp you
later, I want you to do it for me. By the time your finished, your
cunt should be bald." Throwing his knife to her, he walked back to
his place in the circle.

I was sure Angela was tempted to see if she could bury the knife in
his back, but she didn't. Dutifully, she spread her legs and
proceeded to shave every hair from her twat. Dry shaving is no fun
any time, but she endured it, even spreading her legs wide to get
the tender skin between her pussy and asshole. She must have been
starting to learn something. I was really surprised when she
rolled over on her belly, raised her ass in the air with her legs
spread wide, and invited her squaw to shave the hair around her
asshole. The squaw was really conscientious about it, spreading
Angela's cheeks to shave her ass and then rubbing her hands all
over her pussy, just to make sure all the bristle was gone. When
the squaw was finished, Angela returned the knife to the Chief and
presented him with a gleaming, naked snatch. After examining her
to make sure that neither she nor the squaw had missed any of her
curly hairs, the Chief had her show herself to the Colonel, Bob and
myself. For this exhibition, she was made to bend over, spread her
legs, show us, and invite us to feel, every inch of her pussy and
asshole. Except for her spanking, I know she was more embarrassed
by this than anything else that had happened to her. The Indians
violating her privacy was a passing event she could put behind her.
But we were her friends and her husband. She was going to have to
live with us, and the knowledge that we had seen and touched her
most intimate places, for a good long while. The Colonel tried not
to look, but his dick was as hard as Bob's and mine were.

While Angela was still displaying her charms for us, the Chief
called one of his lieutenants over. She must of been getting
inured to this public exhibition. She blushed deeply, but she
didn't flinch when he spread her pussy lips to show the lieutenant.
After pointing out all her attributes - tits, nipples, mouth, pussy
and asshole - he said "Take this one back to your men. She does
well with her mouth, but I'm sure these other holes are good too.
But I recommend you start out by giving her a spanking." Giving
her a pop on the ass, he went on, "Notice how resilient these ass
cheeks are. They're perfect for paddling and I noticed before that
it excites her when you do that. Better, why don't you let all of
your men spank her. She should be begging to get fucked after
that."

Impatiently, the lieutenant led her to the other side of the
circle. After gathering his men around, he drew her over his lap
and proceeded to blister her fanny. After thirty or so licks, just
like the Chief had recommended, he passed her off to one of his
men. There must have been fifteen men in the group. If she was
going to get a paddling like that from each of them, I knew she
wouldn't be sitting down for a while. And if the Chief was right
about her getting excited when she was spanked, she was going to be
real excited before they were done.

Susan begged and pleaded, but he wouldn't give her another chance .
She was carried over to the same spot her mother had recently
occupied and spread out between the same stakes. Syrup was poured
over her tits and cunt, and then she was left screaming as the ants
began exploring both of her delightful crannies. I felt sorry for
her, but it was nice to see that she had the same blond hair her
mother used to have. And the Chief had kept his promise. He
hadn't stripped her naked. She'd lost her shoes somewhere, but she
still had on her stockings. The only thing any of the other women
had been allowed to keep on had been their wedding bands.

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