The Institute of Advanced Sexuality

            The Institute of Advanced Sexuality - Chapter 20

       Even the Eskimos had some form of protocol, and so the new leader of the band made a call on Damon to explain things. In the discussion that followed, he asked for permission from the owner of Frieda to allow him to assume the responsibility for her until the end of the dark period. Damon attempted to gain access to another young female from the band, but was initially rebuffed. He continued to argue, explaining she would not require anything from the Eskimos during her stay with him, and would be returned to the band with much more knowledge of things that would make the males more happy and satisfied. The wily leader had much from the former chief about Frieda and her abilities, and so this bargain was made.

       Life in both camps went on as before during the next ten weeks of bitter cold and unending darkness only occasionally broken by a snowstorm. Unfortunately for Frieda this meant almost continuous observation by the chief's two wives as well as visits to other igloos where her naked, buxom, white body was used by the more dominant males of the group. Her new master spent much of his time solidifying his new power with the band, which meant many visits that always included ritual sex as each of his former rivals offered their most attractive females to him as a sign of his new status. Often upon return to his igloo it would be some number of days before he became interested in his wives or the white-skinned slave.

       Frieda was kept busy instructing his wives on ways to enhance his pleasure when he was with them. He was delighted in this benefit, but of course it caused great insecurity to his wives who looked upon this white woman as competition. On one of his extended visits he sent the three women with gifts to stay with the wives of the former chief. During the nearly week long stay the five Eskimos ganged up on poor Frieda and spent most of their waking hours tormenting their defenseless white victim. Once more the innocent pawn relived the agony and terror of her days with the old chief and his three nasty wives.

       By the time they separated, Frieda was semiconscious and now sported some fresh tattoos, cut into her inner thighs and buttocks. These marks were indelible, so deep were they cut into her flesh. They had even gone so far as to burn away nearly half of her inner cunt lips with smoldering sticks. For that torture they not only bound her, she was held down by at least two of the women at all times. Other tortures she endured left mental scars as well as damage to areas deep within her body. For many months afterward any rough treatment of her cunt and asshole meant terrible pain and bleeding.

       They even managed to temporarily damage her pectoral muscles that caused her big firm tits to sag as if she were a woman of sixty. The beatings she endured when they weren't mutilating her bare body and finding new methods to damage her internally also left some near permanent marks, especially in the region of those now sagging tits, buttocks and the mouth of her cunt. When the Eskimo leader returned there was hell to pay as he found out what had happened to the white woman who had been lent to him by Damon. He dreaded the scene that would occur when the exchange was made once the sun returned to the sky.

       As fate would have it, only days before Damon and the new Eskimo leader were to finalize their agreement, the village received a visitor. Sergeant Timothy Chilton, of the North West Mounted Police, had heard of some shady practices being transacted in this little village between the trappers and the Eskimos. He was quite familiar with the way to deal effectively with the local indigenous population, and so he paid a visit to the new leader, once he learned the former chief had passed away. Their ceremonial meeting became a bit more once he spied Frieda, who stood out like a sore thumb. Worse still, upon closer examination he ascertained that she had been terribly misused by person or persons unknown. The wily Eskimo leader placed the blame squarely on the shoulders of the new white man who had come to the village two winters ago with this woman as his slave.

       Sergeant Chilton caught Damon unprepared. In reality the unfrocked priest was enjoying a tryst with his three little moneymakers, still scheming for a way to regain Frieda and retain the services of these three very young whores  he had trained over the lengthy winter. They had helped his business somewhat by charging only half of what he usually asked for the services of Frieda. The meeting between the two men was somewhat lengthy due to the rather complex arrangements that finally settled the issues. Two of the Eskimo girls would stay with Damon permanently, the third returning to her family in six months. Frieda, who was unable to serve him in her normal capacity, would leave the village as Chilton's prisoner, with her fate to be determined sometime in the future.

       The Eskimo chief would either accept these terms or be arrested for the physical harm to Frieda caused by his wives. None of this could probably stand in a court of law, but the Eskimo leader would be so hamstrung defending himself that in all likelihood he would be replaced by one of his rivals. The sergeant had not spent a decade plus in this wilderness without becoming rather canny himself. Three days later Frieda, with a small bundle of her meager possessions, took leave from the village under the protection of the policeman, beginning a new phase of her life.

       Her new master proved to be something of a martinet. He expected her to walk beside the sled to rest the dogs every few hours. Woe to her if she fell behind. That merited a sound thrashing, deferred until they reached civilization, such as it was. Winter had dissipated, but it was still quite cold, especially if one was not dressed for the climate. Frieda had no warm clothing except for one moldy fur cape that still exposed her legs to the elements. Chilton attempted to have sex with her on the third stop of the trek to the next village, but she was still recovering from the terrible tortures given to her by the Eskimo women, and unable to have sex normally. Chilton was pragmatic and so she knelt in the snow and sucked his cock until he filled her mouth with his warm sperm, which she swallowed gratefully. This activity was fairly routine until they reached the next village and had a crude cabin for shelter. He made sure she would not escape by stripping her naked and roping Frieda to the rough bed in spread-eagle fashion.

       It was a shivering sex slave who eagerly awaited her master for the heat that he would generate. She sincerely hoped he would take his time using her and wanted her more than once. She got her wish and then some. He returned in the company of a large bearded man, a trapper who Chilton knew very well. Her eyes popped when he unbuttoned his trousers to reveal a cudgel of mammoth proportions. Frieda steeled herself for the wave of pain that would occur when that huge weapon sank into her ravaged cunt. Fortunately he needed some assistance from her mouth, which Frieda was only too happy to provide. While she worked to harden that huge piece of meat Chilton busied himself at the entrance to her cunt. He smeared her pubic mound with bear grease which provided much less friction than her damaged cunt could generate. Still she screamed and jerked her head back when about half the length of the policeman's cock sank into her sore tunnel.

       The lawman initially took his time and this tended to minimize the pain associated with what he was doing. However the assault on her mouth was another matter altogether. It felt as if she had lockjaw, so wide did that huge cudgel force her mouth to open. Getting air into her lungs became an arduous task and soon she was seeing spots before her eyes. Meanwhile the other's cock was making further inroads into her badly bruised interior, adding to her pain and fear. Soon the pain connected with Chilton's assault on her cunt became her entire focus. She barely noticed her inability to draw breath as bolts of sheer agony raced along the length of her sex tunnel. Frieda passed out well before Chilton emptied the contents of his churning balls into her ruined cunt. When he withdrew, his cock was completely coated with blood. That ended this session. Fortunately for her one of the few doctors in the territory happened to be visiting the Eskimo tribe that peopled most of this village. He managed to stem the hemorrhaging, but it would be weeks before she could travel. Chilton made arrangements with the Eskimos to care for the woman while he finished his rounds of the villages in this section of the Northwest Territories. Six weeks later he returned to find Frieda nearly completely recovered thanks to the efforts of the doctor and then a few of the more knowledgeable Eskimo people.

       The thaw had brought out the hibernating animals as well as the insects that swarmed over anything that moved. Despite the warm temperatures Frieda was swaddled in clothing to protect her body from the constant attacks of mosquitoes. Still at the end of each day's run the sergeant managed to find a sheltered place where he could unwrap his prize and pound her yielding pussy as hard as he wanted for as long as he wanted. After a few days of this steady assault on her person, the woman could barely keep up with his wide strides. The snow sled was no more, now modified for the softened terrain they traversed.

       Tragedy struck when they were a few miles from Fort Smith, the last stop on the lengthy route he had taken. The lawman was shot from ambush and fell dead from a fusillade of bullets. Frieda saw no one and remained huddled behind the sledge until many hours later a trapper on the way out came upon the dead Mountie, his body riddled with bullets and still warm. Things went fast afterward. She was interrogated by the local authorities, but was unable to give them any information except that he was killed from ambush. Sergeant Chilton was well respected in this region and the locals were determined to get to the bottom of this mystery. The interrogation intensified from words to physical threats. Frieda could offer them nothing. The threats escalated to action.

       Frieda was stripped to the skin and marched out to the small yard behind the local jail. The three prisoners got a front row seat to what happened to her that long afternoon under the hot sun. She was hung by her wrists from a cantilevered piece of wood providing total access to her naked body. The tattoos carved in her bare body by the Eskimo women drew the attention of her tormentors. One of them claimed that the symbols meant she was a lesbian, which made the eyes of the others grow wide while they licked their lips in anticipation. She was informed that unless she told the truth about what happened to sergeant Chilton, she'd be shown what real men could do to her body. She sobbed and repeated that she knew nothing, adding that the Mountie had shown her great kindness after rescuing her from the Eskimo tribe responsible for the tattoos she now wore in shame. That brought laughter from them as they drew lots to see in what order they would whip her.

       There were four men and they took turns using their belts to rip into Frieda's bare body. Some enjoyed whipping her big tits that still had some sag to them from what the Eskimo women had done to them. Others concentrated on her cunt once they hammered some stakes into the ground and tied her ankles to them to spread her legs wide to offer them easy access to that hairy slot. Naturally everyone took a turn on her ass, turning the cheeks into swollen flesh. The woman whimpered and pleaded, but offered no additional information concerning the ambush of the Chilton. They needed a rest before tearing into her once more. Someone got the bright idea of torching the hair covering her armpits and pussy. Another took it one step further, suggesting they rub something flammable over the areas they wished to torch and then light them up.

       Frieda knew the smell of kerosene and began to wail in fear of what was going to happen. They did not disappoint her. One of the men sloshed the fluid into one of her armpits and stepped back to view what was about to happen. Another noticed that much of it was making its way down her ribcage, and suggested that unless they wanted her to burn to death, it should be removed. There was a short discussion that resulted in the kerosene dripping from her armpit being wiped away. The group stepped back and watched as a lit match was held close to her soaked armpit, which almost immediately caught fire as she screamed her head off. The hair disappeared in a puff of oily smoke, creating a dark red region where the kerosene had been. The men roared with laughter when a frightened Frieda lost control of her bladder and pissed all over herself.

       More kerosene was carefully rubbed deep into the flesh of her other armpit as she blubbered and begged for mercy. She was told all she had to do was confess her part in the ambush of the sergeant and it would be off to prison for the next twenty years. Frieda lost her composure and offered to do anything the men wanted if only they would let her go. She was rewarded with a cruel slap across the face and a vicious twisting of one of her nipples. At the urging of his companions the one doing the kerosene added a little extra this time and then stepped back, lit a match and set her armpit on fire. This time her underarm was roasted, leaving second-degree burns behind. Frieda fainted from the shock, bringing jeers from the group.

       Rather than wake her from her slumber before they continued burning away the prisoner's body hair, they decided to give her a big surprise instead. This time they made sure her pubic mound was thoroughly doused with the flammable liquid. They even managed to wet her clit and cunt lips with it as well. It was while doing this they discovered her inner cunt lips had been burned to a crisp previously. Evidently they weren't the first group to become angry at her bad behavior. This took much of the onus from their role in her interrogation.

       Now one of them argued that the tattoos were an affront to womanhood and had to be erased. What better way then to use fire? The men grinned and nodded their approval of this treatment. More kerosene was poured liberally over the marks made on the insides of her thighs. One of them remarked that she'd probably go up like a torch, but the others dismissed his concern. She'd live to ultimately tell them exactly what they wanted to hear and then if she were a model prisoner, they'd sell her to the local brothel after she served her six months in jail satisfying them and their friends night and day. No matter what they wanted, she'd do it or more time would be added to her sentence. Everyone thought that was a great idea, and so they watched in great anticipation. This time a lighted piece of wood was used to wake her up to a world of pain and suffering, the likes of which she probably had never experienced.

                       (To be continued - jethro jodhpur)