REPOST : The Hunting Party nc V etc..........
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The following contains nonconsensual sex, rape violence etc.
If you are immature, underaged of offended by such, go on to the
next posting.
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The Hunting Party #1
by Paladin
Charlie Two Shirts was a Nes Pava Indian. His father and
relatives had owned this land for as long as they could remember
in the singing chants.
The white eyes had come and killed the buffalo, trapped the
beaver, and dispossessed the Nes Pava to a small corner of their
once tribal lands. Then when oil was found the white eyes had
come again and dispoiled the remaining sacred lands.
This was the last straw. Finally the Nes Pava had learned the
white eyes law and they fought in courts and won a white eyes
victory. They became a sovern nation, within the boundaries of a
state, but a law to themselves. They also won sufficient moneys
that the few remaining True Nes Pava wanted for nothing. The oil
royalties saw to that.
Charlie and three others were the law on the 1,000,000 acres of
scrub and desert left to them. They wanted for nothing ....
nothing but REVENGE!!
A main highway flowed through their lands and it was here they
would find their vengeance on the white eyes. Just as in the last
century the white eyes came through their land and did not head
their customs, but now they could extract their revenge....
Charlie looked down at the white squaw working between his legs.
They had captured her about a month ago. She was slowing down. A
week with Mickie Yellow Feather, a week with Rod Deer, and a week
with Fred Rain, had brought her into Charlies possession.
She had been a perky stuck up oppioniated college student when
Rods rifle shot out her tire. That brought her visions of a
future busting ball to an end.
A couple of scars from Mikes skinning knife where he removed her
clothes, and a couple of hours hanging up if Freds smoke house
with the other meats had convinced her that she was a squaw for
these Indian braves. Rod had branded her ass with the running
iron he got from those rustlers a years or so back and she
behaved her self for two weeks.
Why now, she hardly even thought of running away. That is, since
the time she did it and they let her run around for two whole
days. Boiling in her nudity by day and freezing during the cold
dessert nights. The thirst, for their was nothing but alkali for
miles liked to drove her crazy.
She was truly broken to them when they decided to allow her to
come into a warm lodge and resume some sort of civilized life.
Twenty Century College life, especially as an English major did
not really equip one for a hunter gather existence in the
wilderness. Yes sir she was really ready to settle down and make
these boys happy when they let her in that first night.
Why for a swallow of water she fucked them one by one posing for
the video tape and professing her true love of red cocks as her
one true love in life, but now she was slowing down.
She didn't flutter that tongue in an ass hole fast enough to
please Charlies jaded taste. He told Mikie and they got Rod to
agree that although her tits were small they would still be added
to the smooth leather blanket they had made from all the previous
prisoners.
Charlie was squeezing the left nipple urging her to take him
deeper in her small throat but she objected.
She felt that she was gaining the upper hand over these red
bastards, and soon she would entice one of them to help her
escape and then she would have her revenge.
Charlie ran his fingers through her long black hair. This would
be hung from his lodge pole as he had found her during his
observation of the highway. Rod had claimed the pubic hair patch
as he had had her first. So she would decorate their lodges as
would all their enemies....
Just the thought of this excited Charlie soo much he shot off
down her throat even before he wanted to. He blamed this too on
her. She had to go ......tonight!
She was dragged outside and tied to a fence post to wait for her
end in the cold. She was tied with her head on the ground and her
legs spread and tied to the barbed wire strands extending
horizontally from the post.
The bucks retired to the warmth of the lodge to drink beer
(paeoty was against the law, and besides too much trouble to
make.) and tell stories of their past. Then they would do the
ghost dance to honor their lost ones the white eyes had slaughtered
and then.... Well that would be for another time..
The next morning with his new lodge pole decoration Charlie
nursed a hangover. What did his ancestors do?? Was it the beer?/
Maybe the paeoty was somehow different.. He have that thieving
Gonzolez get him some next time he came to trade.
The CB radio crackled "Charlie you got your ears on???"
He grabbed the mike and answers, "Yea but I ain't soo sure of my
head. on right now. What you got Mike?"
"Looks like a whole string of ponies cursing on the "I" way. You
want to get a whole string of ponies??" came the reply.
"Yea...I'm up for that. What about you Rod...You got your ears
on??" Charlie asked the mick. Was he up for it?? Mikie was sure
funny this early in the morning.
"I'm up for it. I got the patrol car and I'm all decked out in
the official duds. I'll stop them at the little dome rock. You
boys get decked out and come on over here quick as you can. Fred
you there??" Came the reply from Rod.
"Yep I'm with you guys. I'll be there directly. You save some of
them ponies for me." Fred added.
Charlie got out his official Tribal Police Uniform and went out
to his official motorcycle. Yes sir never failed. The uniform
convinced um that they had to cooperate and with a string it
would be of great help in control.
He kicked the powerful machine into action and tore off in cloud
of dust to the domed rock and the herd of new 'ponies' that they
were going to acquire.
"Wonder if their will be a cute read head with freckles on her
but. I liked the last one. Sure hated to let Fred take her hair
but he did have first claim on it.
Rounding the bent he saw that Rod had stopped a new mini van
and had the driver out side and was writing her a ticket for
speeding. or something That trick always worked.
He skidded to a stop and approached the vehicles with his hand on
his gun. Then he went into his act,
"Sheriff, we got info this is the van that is being used to
smuggle drugs. We got to search it and all the occupants.
Everybody out here. NOW!!" Charlie ordered.
"Now just you wait a damn minute buster. We are respectable
student teachers and we are now going to stand for any police
intimidation. You think you can just ....." the brunette driver
started.
Charlie and Rod drew their pistols and cocked the hammers in
unison. the driver seemed to have lost her voice and almost her
water.
Rod flung her against the back of the van and ordered,
"Assume the position bitch, and any more back talk and I'll fire
a shot to warn the others to cooperate." His revolver was
positioned at her temple. The warning shot would take out her
brains. She shakily placed her hands on the hot metal and shut
up. She did not move. She even tried to stop breathing.
"OK now the rest of you get out and get over here real careful or
we will be forced to use our guns." Charlie ordered.
Just them Mikie drove up, got out of his police car and drew his
gun. He too pointed his revolver at the now terrified student
teachers, stumbling terrified from the van .
The all got out and were lined up against the van. Rod searched
the van dumped the suitcases out and went through the contents
looking for anything. He found a dildo in one of the cases.
"All right now which one of you bitches is the nymphomaniac with
the large cunt that belongs to this?" Rod asked with a smirk on
his face.
A little brunette cringed and started to sob.
"I guess we got the perp right here, AIN'T WE SLUT??" he yelled
at the sobbing girl, grabbing her by the her arm ,and spinning
her around.
"Y.. YE... YES SIR" she stammered
"This an extra large?? Or just the jumbo size, Slut?" Rod prodded
the now balling girl with the white plastic device.
"Now just you wait one minute!! You ..."
BLAM
The black haired woman screamed and immediately stopped her
attempt to control the situation, as Charlie fired his revolver
off right by her ear. She fainted thinking she had been shot.
"Now any more objections will be dealt with severely. Ok bitch
what size is it extra large, or jumbo??" Charlie repeated the
question.
"I....I Don't know... I just got it.... My boyfriend got it. I
...." the sobbing brunette answered.
"Well does it fit tight or lose in your cunt?" Rod asked.
The brunette sobbed and didn't answer.
Rod stepped up to her and slapped the back of her head with the
dildo and ordered, "When I ask you a question, you masturbating
whore, you will answer me."
"It... is ... OH GOD... It is tight....Sir." she stammered.
"Well now we all want to see that don't we??" Mike said. "Who'd
ever believe a whore like you have a tight cunt. Come on we all
want to see if it is really tight."
"You soo sexed you have to use this I know you want to show us
your expertise and we all just dying to see it. Ain't we sluts. I
bet the rest of you will just like to show us what whores you
are. What you think? You all whores?" Rod chided the cringing
young women.
"I think we got us a rolling sex troop sheriff. Let's strip up
down and see if they whores or teachers." Charlie added.
"Yea good idea. STRIP OFF THOSE CLOTHES SO WE CAN SEE IF YOUR
WHORES OR TEACHERS." Mikie ordered.
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