Chapter 21 The Circle of Fear
In another minute or two, Honey had been carefully lifted off of her place
of bondage. But she was hardly free; strong male hands on either side of her
gripped her wrists tightly and her face remained enshrouded in the opaque cloth.
Her long legs, their normal athleticism weakened by hours of bondage, felt
unsteady beneath her.
She heard grunts of male pleasure and then felt the warmth of the torches
growing closer. Honey sensed that her "rescuers" were enjoying the sight of her
nude body bathed in the warm glare of the flickering torchlight. Despite
herself, she could not control the agitated breathing that she was certain
caused her breasts to rise and fall in wanton provocation. Even in her
blindness she suspected that her embarrassment at her nudity had caused a deep
warm blush to suffuse her golden skin; from the sound of rustling footsteps she
guessed that she was standing naked before six or eight men, perhaps more.
The resonant voice spoke again, "Trova! Ka-i-ne!" Strong hands seized her
upper arms from either side, and soon she felt herself being dragged across the
dry, dusty earth enroute to an unknown fate.
The golden-haired teenager struggled fiercely, kicking out at her captors,
trying to break free, but the coarse woolen blanket muffed her cries, and the
steely grip of her assailants never slackened.
She had expected to be pulled toward the waiting horses and then to be
whisked away to some remote encampment, but her savage abductors seemed to have
other plans. The strangely silent men pulled her unwilling body roughly along
for several minutes, but their silence did not surprise her, for were the
Comanche not known far and wide for using stealth and surprise as weapons?
Finally they came to a place where the ground seemed softer under her bare feet,
and the familiar deep voice called, "Ayah!" and Honey was pushed forward hard,
so that she tumbled face-first to the ground to the accompaniment of crude male
laughter.
Blinded and growing increasingly claustrophobic under the suffocating
horse-blanket, Honey rose to her feet slowly, and reached for the knots that
secured the blanket to her neck, thus rendering her virtually sightless.
Mocking laughter engulfed her as her fingers pulled at the ropes, but the cord
had been tied into a virtual rosary of beaded knots around her neck.
"Nula!" the now-familiar voice rang out threateningly. Honey ignored him
and continued to try to extricate herself from the intricate cocoon of knots.
Then she heard the voice cry out, "Nula!!" again from some distance away, and a
second or two later her left breast exploded with pain; someone standing
directly in front of her had given her tender, sun-reddened, love-melon a
hard-knuckled backhand as a warning to leave the knots alone.
"Aeeiiiaaaah!" Honey cried out in agony as pain tore through her breast,
just as she heard the commanding voice speak the word, "NULA!!" again, no louder
than before, but with fearful intensity. Then there were hands pulling at her
neck ropes, choking her into silence briefly, followed by the sound of
shussshhing noises. The rope-puller released her, but Honey had learned her
lesson: she would pay dearly if she tried to free herself from the neck-ropes
again.
The sound of gruff voices taunting her caused the long-legged blonde to
turn and run in the opposite direction. But she had only taken an unsteady step
or two before she ran into a man who grunted with masculine pleasure as he made
a rough grab for Honey's sunburned breasts.
She quickly pulled away from his painful touch and then started in the
opposite direction, but found still another pair of eager hands which wasted no
time in groping at the mossy treasure between her legs. She turned to her left
only to have a nipple pinched and twisted, and then back to her right, in time
to be rewarded with what felt like a boot being placed against the shapely
curves of her spacious buttocks. A moment later, the powerful leg shoved her
forward sending her sprawling to her knees again. Her bestial captors' low,
mocking laughter followed her all the way to the ground.
Trembling with frustration and terror, Honey regained her feet and tried
once again to escape the tormentors who encircled her, but whichever way she
moved there were male hands waiting. Playful hands at first, as if the men were
merely re-enacting some rough childhood game, but as the minutes wore on, the
groping hands became more insistent, the playful grabs at her breasts lingered
longer, and squeezed harder, the friendly swats at her legs and buttocks began
stingingly less friendly. Within minutes the crude, taunting laughter had
degenerated into earthy grunts of male lust anxious to be satisfied.
The leader of the predators crossed his arms over his chest and watched
with intent satisfaction as the shapely young maiden was passed from one man to
another to be fondled and mauled and groped. He had cautioned his comrades to
be silent so as to avoid discovery and they had done well.
A silver crescent moon peeked out from behind a bank of clouds now,
causing the girl's pale figure to gleamed beautifully in the moonlight.
Meanwhile, the torches his followers carried caused their dark shadows to dance
around her like evil spirits. Evil spirits circling a glowing, torch-lit body
like cold and lonely planets revolving endlessly around a bright, attracting
sun.
The biggest and most cold-hearted of the men had Honey in his grasp, now.
For a moment the leader was moved by a faint twinge of pity at the plight of
the pale moon-goddess, but then he remembered all of the outrages her people had
committed against his people, how they had taken his wife from him, what they
had done to his lovely daughter, and his heart hardened once more.
Honey cried out in pain as the big man's powerful hands reached around from
behind her to cup her opulent breasts. He squeezed them brutally for a few
seconds and then pushed her into the waiting arms of another man. It was their
leader, Honey realized, when that man seized the curves of her bottom and pulled
her nude body against his own and whispered faintly into her ear, in his oddly
inflected voice. "Your people have killed my people for many moons,
golden-hair."
Honey was startled to hear him speak English, even if it was only a few
halting syllables. "And my daughter, my beautiful daughter -- what they did to
her was worse than a death, golden-hair! But tonight it is we who are the
wolves and it is you who are the buffalo!"
And then, after giving her tempting buttock-ovals a final, virile squeeze,
he put his hands on her rounded shoulders and pushed her backward into the
center of the dark shadows again, before issuing what Honey guessed must have
been some kind of a war cry. "Baranga!"
They were on her in a flash -- a swarm of arms pulling and hands clawing at
her naked body. She kicked out bravely at one of the unseen figures who
encircled her, but the target of her futile attempt caught her leg, and lifted
it waist-high and held it there, leaving her balanced precariously on one foot.
She felt one man drop to the ground alongside her planted foot and run his hands
boldly along the long luxurious length of her leg, beginning at her ankles,
sliding quickly up to her knees, and then ever-more-deliberately up her bare
thigh, until he reached the very apex of her inner thighs and the entrance to
her pussy.
She fought desperately to keep her balance, as rude, rough hands squeezed
her buttocks from behind, and then she felt intruding fingers between her
rounded demi-ovals, searching for her nether-orifice. From the same quarter, a
thick, sloppy-wet tongue had insinuated itself deep into her right ear and was
tongue-fucking her earlobe with clammy enthusiasm.
Two pairs of greedy, clutching hands shared her swollen breasts, rubbing
them with Aladdin-like vigor, as if they expected a genie to be forthcoming if
they polished her splendid love-mounds properly. Meanwhile the man who held her
upraised leg slowly edged toward her, his hands becoming bolder and more
aggressive by the moment.
It was only when the ear-tonguer behind her thrust his thick middle finger
into her rectum that Honey went down, her balancing leg having lost its
struggle. She fell backward onto the ear-tonguer, and no sooner did she hit the
ground than she felt the pressure of his thick erection beneath her, its naked
length pressed flat against the brute's stomach by the sweet, sensual pressure
of her shapely ass-cheeks.
The savage beneath her groaned with pleasure at the sensation, even as the
two breast-men fought to hold her writhing body down. Honey scratched and clawed
for all she was worth, even as she heard the tell-tale sound of pants being
shucked down legs in front of her. She kicked out in the direction of the
falling trousers, but in doing so opened her thighs, and when she did so the two
leg-men pounced, one of them grabbing her left leg and pulling it painfully hard
to her left, while the other threw himself between her warm thighs and pressed
his angry swollen penis against her squirming pussy.
Her attacker entered her with a quick, violent lunge while the breast men
consolidated their grip on the struggling blonde. Each of them quickly trapped
one of her flailing arms in an immobilizing arm bar with one arm, leaving them
free to grope her full-nippled orbs with the other. The man between her legs
man fucked her swiftly and forcefully, ramming his manhood into her again and
again, his silence interrupted only by his groans of mounting lust. Beneath
her, the ear-tonguer continued to rape her ear with his intrusive tongue, even
as he slid his body sinuously beneath her, using her sweet bottom to massage his
lust-swollen cock.
The man on top of her was breathing like a locomotive approaching a depot
as he plowed into her. He fucked Honey with more enthusiasm than skill,
subjecting her vagina to a vigorous pounding for ten or twelve minutes, before
he issued a series of semi-delirious groans of pleasure and Honey felt his manly
seed splattering against the walls of her girl canal. When he pulled out of the
station, a second man, no less eager or more considerate, quickly took his
place, ravaging the sweet pussy that, until the prior day, had never known a
man.
And so Honey's ravishment continued, in an eerie near-silence, interrupted
only by male grunts of lust and pleasure and soft feminine cries of anguish, as
one man after another took his turn atop her squirming body. The licentious
ear-tonguer beneath her maintained a firm grip on her breasts throughout,
employing Honey's well-whipped lust-gourds as handholds to slide her sleek,
sweaty body up and down his own, and using her deep-clefted buttocks to massage
his fiercely swollen cock. Aside from that relative fixture, nearly every time
one of the men shot his sticky seed into Honey's velvety love-tunnel, there
would be a brief re-shuffling of positions, as the rapist of the moment
exchanged places with a torch-bearer or one of the men holding her down. On
each of these occasions, Honey fought with all of her dwindling might to escape
the clutching hands, but she was one and weak and they were many and strong.
Short cocks, long cocks, skinny cocks and thick ones plundered her naked
body until Honey lost count of how many men there had been. She recognized a
few of them by their sexual predilections when they returned for a second
helping of depravity. One of the brutes enjoyed grinding his knuckles into her
navel while he fucked her; another seemed to take inordinate pleasure in
pinching one of the nipples that the under-man's tit-gripping hands had
proffered, and trapping the other between his fore-teeth, while he slid his
ardent cock in and out of Honey's golden-fringed pussy.
After several men had taken her in her original position, her attackers
turned her over, so that she knelt on her hands and knees, and one of them
pressed her neck into the grass with a boot, while a few of his companions took
her from behind. Later still, Honey felt the disgustingly familiar tongue of
the under-man fucking her ear once again, and then, moments later, she felt the
hands that had gripped her breasts so tightly earlier parting her luscious
buttocks. She smelt the distinctive odor of saddle oil only a moment or so
before she felt the splash of the slippery fluid on her tight, trembling
rosebud.
Honey squirmed and writhed like a madwoman as invasive fingers rubbed the
oil around and into her tightly-clenched rectal orifice for a few seconds, and
then she felt a corncob-sized phallus pressing determinedly against her
oil-slick bottom-hole. She gasped in pain as the remorseless dickhead punched
into her sphincter, painfully stretching the elastic ring of ass-muscle.
Fortunately, the ear-tongueing savage was neither as large nor as vicious as
Black Jack Slocum had been; but like his predecessor, her rectal attacker seemed
to revel in debasing her, forcing her nose and lips into the dewy grass, while
his fleshy piston made war on her defenseless nether-passage.
Suddenly Honey realized that her assailant must have signalled to his
comrades to let her go, that he neither wanted nor needed their assistance in
mastering her. Seizing her opportunity, she wrenched herself free from her anal
impalement and scuttled forward, enjoying a brief moment of freedom.
Angered by the interruption of his buggery, the brute she had eluded cried
out and she felt two or three of his companions crashing down on her again, this
time twisting her arms so that she could not possibly escape until the
bottom-fucker caught up to her, and this time he made no mistake, violating her
spasming rectum with a savagery almost worthy of Black Jack Slocum himself.
Honey felt his cock-meat slamming into her relentlessly even as his cronies
attended to her corky nipples, pinching them, pulling them, twisting them with
feverish abandon. "Please ...," Honey moaned piteously, but the brute who had
buried his thick cock balls-deep in her bung-hole gave no indication that he
understood the word, and continued his punishing assault.
When the sadistic ear-tonguer finally shot his wad deep into her nether
channel, his companions, inspired by his example, decided that they too might as
well exploit Honey's delicious heart-shaped bottom. While his comrades held her
down, a second man plunged his rutting organ into Honey's dainty, torch-lit
rosette and pummeled her ass with a barrage of short rapid-fire strokes.
Excited to the edge of ecstasy by the way Honey's involuntary muscular
contractions delivered rolling waves of pleasure to his buttock-drilling
phallus, he came rather quickly. But he was quickly succeeded by a third
ass-fucker, whose groans of lust were so loud that the leader had to shusshh
him, and then a fourth brutal sodomist, as the grunting savages continued to
pleasure themselves at the expense of their luscious captive.
The last thing Honey was to remember was the tall body of their leader --
who had waited until all the others were done and had drifted away into the
darkness -- kneeling between her legs. By this time Honey was so exhausted that
the leader needed no one to hold her down. His knowing, experienced hands
explored all the curves of her body thoroughly, as he thrust himself
forcefully, but not violently into her. "This is my revenge, blue-eyes!" he
growled in his strangely accented English. Finally, after long minutes of
plunging his prodigious manhood into her defenseless body, he climaxed with half
a dozen explosive staccato thrusts in time with the last six words she was to
hear him speak, "This - is - for - my - people - goldenhair!" just before she
lapsed into blessed oblivion.
