FFF/M, CBT, ANALINGUS
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Custer's Last Stand
It was a hot June day in 1876 and General Custer was fighting for his
life, his brave men lay dead and dying all around him, how could he have
got it so wrong? The plains Indians now had him surrounded and he was the
last man standing.
"Throw down your gun pale face!" Shouted one of the braves.
Seeing that he was completely out of ammunition Custer obliged, dropping
his six shooter to the ground. Two other braves suddenly sprang up and
grabbed him, manhandling him across the broken ground to a burnt out wagon,
a victim of the baggage train. The wheels were still intact and the braves
lashed his arms and legs to the spokes. Then, just as suddenly as they had
appeared, the braves made a mad dash for their horses, sprung up on the
horses' backs and galloped off, a cloud of dust following their tracks.
They sure seem in a hurry, pondered Custer. Why should they leave so
suddenly?
The sun beat down on Custer as he lay with his arms and legs tied back
to the wagon spokes, beads of sweat formed on his brow and dripped onto his
shirt as he tried desperately to loosen the ropes, he tried turning his
wrists but the braves had done their job well and he couldn't wriggle free,
Custer was well and truly trapped. Once again the questioned formed in his
mind, why leave me alone like this? Then he heard a rumble of horse hooves
nearby - someone else was coming!
Custer strained his eyes against the sunlight and saw three squaws climb
off their horses, they approached him with a confident grace which
suggested an animalistic power similar to the movement of big cats, these
girls didn't walk - they stalked! As they grew closer Custer started to
make out their forms in his blurred vision. They all wore buckskin sewn
close to the skin, it was a practical cut which allowed maximum movement at
the expense of formality, and the result was very revealing. Custer
screwed up his eyes against the sun's glare and saw that they had European
facial features with the tanned olive skin of the Sioux or Cheyenne,
perhaps the result of the mixture of races? The plains Indians weren't
unknown for kidnapping children and marrying them off into native families
when they came of age.
The lead girl stepped forward and spoke to Custer. "We finally have you
Golden Hair." She said.
As her shadow passed over Custer he was able to perceive her well enough
to get a proper examination of his captors. They were barely out of their
teens and all the girls were petite and slim but not skinny, they had a
muscular power which was apparent through the tightness of their garments.
Strong ankles led up to pert, rounded thighs, a firm stomach and a chest
with ample bosom which was barely held in place by the brown leather. All
the girls had large almond eyes and dainty features with their dark hair
tied in bunches, they could have stolen the show at any beauty pageant had
the situation been radically different.
"Who are you?" Croaked Custer, his mouth felt dry and dusty after all he
had been through.
"I am Stallion Taker, this is Tree Grower and Star Speaker." Said the
lead girl, indicating her companions.
"Could I have some water please?" Gasped Custer. Star Speaker undid the
water pouch which was tied to her belt and poured a few drips onto Custer's
face and mouth.
"That's better, thank you." Said Custer.
The cool, sweet water quenched Custer's thirst and his thoughts began to
gather, what exactly did his captors intend to do with him? The best
course of action was probably to make polite conversation and see if he
could garnish some more information.
"What sort of name is Stallion Taker?" He said, "Do you steal horses?"
Stallion Taker and the other girls broke into laugher at his question, it
seemed a source of great amusement for them and their sides shook as they
stole devious glances at one another.
"Let me explain Golden Hair" she said, smiling sweetly. "In our tribe
there are many horses and we perform a ritual to control the numbers, it is
a very important job and the men fear us for it. We are, what your people
call, `priestesses' I think? When our tribe capture prisoners it is a very
special day because they are given to us for the ritual of the horse.
"But why should you be called Stallion Taker if you don't take any
horses?" Asked Custer, confused by the strange explanation. Her dark
almond eyes lit up with glee as she grinned at him.
"Ah, Golden Hair... I do not take the horse, but do I take something
very special from the horse." The girls started giggling as the slow
realisation dawned on Custer.
Stallion Taker felt herself become excited at the prospect of having
ultimate power over such a handsome man, down below her undergarments
started to dampen as her mind quickly formed a plan. She took a cloth from
her belt and dampened it with the water, she began to dab at Custer's brow.
"Golden Hair you are dirty and need to be clean." She cooed softly as
she deliberately pushed her breasts up into Custer's face and strove to get
closer. Her dainty hands gently wiped Custer's face and neck, then she
began to undo the buttons on his shirt and dab the cool cloth down his
torso. Custer shuddered as she reached his stomach. Then he felt the
waist of his trouser buttons coming undone as Stallion Taker pulled them
down leaving the General tied up in his underwear. Custer tried to control
himself as he felt her hands moving to his ankles and slowly tracing the
damp cloth up towards his crotch. He glanced down and saw her pretty eyes
gazing back up at him, she knew exactly what she was doing and the effect
she was having. Custer felt a blush of embarrassment as his groin began to
react to the sensation.
"I wonder if you are as big as a stallion?" She smiled as she looked
directly at Custer's growing bulge and blew some air gently on it, her face
only inches from the thin fabric underwear covering what was left of his
dignity. Stallion Taker moved her hand up even higher, briefly brushing
against Custer's testicles as she moved her hand to his thigh.
"Tut, Taker you're so mean!" clucked Tree Grower as she and Star Speaker
sat down beside her. "I can't believe you touched him there!"
"Touched him where?" Asked Stallion Taker, with an air of innocence.
"You touched him here." Said Tree Grower, and she poked her finger into
the General's bulging underwear.
"No I didn't!" Retorted Stallion Taker. "I touched him here." Her hand
cupped around Custer's testicles and gave a gentle squeeze.
Poor Custer thought he was going to explode, he couldn't control himself
any longer. It had been weeks since his wife had shown him any affection
and now these three gorgeous girls were molesting him to the point of
torture. As the hands continued to poke and probe he felt his shaft become
engorged as it stood up to full attention.
All three girls gasped at the prominent point which stretched against
the thin fabric.
Star Speaker had been slowly making her way around the back of the wagon
wheel until she was sitting behind Custer, her pretty face poking out from
between his legs. She spoke for the first time and laughed at her
companions. "I think if I were going to touch him then I would do so
here." She said. Custer felt a small finger working its way between the
back of his thighs and rudely poking itself into his bottom. He craned his
neck over and saw Star Speaker looking up at him with a naughty grin on her
face.
"Perhaps you would like to know why I am called Tree Grower?" Custer
turned his head back to face the other girl. "I like to make trees grow"
said Tree Grower as she started pulling Custer's underwear down. "Your
tree looks very nice."
Custer's erect penis bounced up like a spring as his underwear was
pulled fully down and the girls all gasped in delight. Tree Grower took
out a small, sharp knife and cut Custer's underwear and trousers away
leaving his bare legs and genitals exposed to the air. Then she took a
small bottle from a pouch in her belt and poured some oil all along
Custer's hard member, her hands lightly rubbing along the length of the
shaft. Tree Grower cupped Custer's testicles with one hand as she
continued to patter her fingertips along his penis, then she began gently
pinching the sides of the shaft with her fingertips. Custer's erection
became even more prominent as she gently pinched the tip, Tree Grower felt
the head bob up and down as she purred up at Custer. "Golden hair your
tree grows very big!"
Custer felt some dainty hands on his thighs behind him as his bottom
cheeks were pulled gently apart.
"And now you will find out why they call me Star Speaker."
Custer felt a strange sensation as his most private part was exposed and
then suddenly an intense rush of excitement as the young girl started
licking and sucking him in a way which he had never imagined. He blushed
deeply at the indignity as his erection stiffened.
Stallion Taker smirked as she pulled his foreskin back and looked
admiringly at the long, stiff shaft. Then she winked at Tree Grower and
said. "Ha, it would be a pity to take such a nice and strong tree, cutting
it down would be a waste, maybe we should plant a new one instead?"
"How would we do that?" Said Tree Grower, gently circling her pointed
fingernail around the hole of Custer's urethra. She was excited that her
friend had a plan and the sight of the large penis had left some wet
patches on her cloth underwear. Stallion was always the worst when it came
to tormenting penises, secretly Tree Grower loved it too but she was afraid
to admit to her friends that this had become more than a ritual for her.
Tree Grower's mind wandered to her secret fetish, sometimes when she
couldn't sleep at night she would imagine tying up all the young men in her
tribe and torturing them one by one. She would make sure they were erect
at first, a hard penis is far more sensitive and she knew all the ways to
ensure they stayed stiff. She could then experiment at her leisure, she
had heard some of the tribes in Florida used insects on the glands, others
smothered the penis with honey and let wild animals eat it. Tree Grower
became more flustered as as she thought about it, she wanted to look into
their eyes when it happened. Then Stallion Taker's voice snapped her back
to reality.
"Remember when we were young? On your 18th birthday you would make the
boy's trees grow on purpose and I would shoot at them with blunt arrows?"
Tree Grower's eyes lit up with wicked excitement as she thought back to
the antics of her youth. "Oh yes, that would be a fun game to play!" She
blushed brightly, clearly aroused at the game her friend had in mind. She
turned back to look at the stiff penis, what did she mean by `planting a
new tree' though?
Stallion Taker crept back a few steps and took a small quiver and bow
from her pouch, it was tiny compared to a regular bow, only about 15 inches
across and the arrows no thicker than a tooth pick. It was normally used
to take down small lizards or birds.
Custer managed to regain enough of his senses from the girl's perverted
fondling to notice Stallion Taker's strange behaviour.
"What are you doing? Why do you need that?" He said.
"Let me show you Golden hair." Said Stallion Taker, as she strung an
arrow to her bow. "When we don't take trees we like to plant new ones,
this is a fun game to play I like it very much."
She grinned as she took careful aim at Custer's groin.
Tree Grower slipped to the side as Stallion Taker fired. The arrow flew
through the air and grazed off the bottom of Custer's penis, pinning one of
his testicles to the wooden frame. Custer shrieked out in horror as his
penis bobbed around wildly. All three girls started giggling, clearly
enjoying the situation and teasing their prey.
"We must keep him hard." Said Stallion Taker. "Otherwise it's no fun to
shoot at a small tree."
"Leave that to me" Said Star Speaker as she pushed her tongue deep into
Custer's bottom.
Custer's heart beat faster and his bottom twitched uncontrollably as the
young girl violated him with renewed vigour, she was so pretty and yet
relished performing such a degrading act. She certainly lived up to her
unusual name. Tree Grower pinched the tip of Custer's penis again and ran
her fingers along the shaft, heightening his erection and teasing the
engorged member. Custer was close to losing control, a few more movements
of that hand and he was sure to explode.
"Firing now" Said Stallion Taker as another arrow flew through the air,
the other girls ducked as the arrow pinged into the wood a fraction away
from Custer's bright red tip.
"I'll get him on the next one." Grinned Stallion Taker as she shuffled
forward. "I'm going to aim my arrow right down his pee hole!"
The other girls grinned and chided her friend.
"You're so cruel Stallion," Smirked Tree Grower. So that's what her
friend meant by `planting a new tree'. The realisation caused Tree Grower
to become wet with anticipation, she kneeled beside the wagon wheel and
discreetly slipped her hand between her thighs and rubbed herself as she
pattered her long fingernails up and down the length of Custer's erect
penis.
"Imagine how much it will hurt our poor Golden Hair when your arrow jams
itself down his little hole? Tree Grower suddenly slipped the foreskin
back hard exposing the glands and very gently pushed the tip of her index
fingernail into the urethra.
"His big tree will be broken and he won't be able to play with it ever
again!" Tree Grower's voice faltered slightly as felt herself getting
closer to climax. As she continued to probe the tip of Custer's penis with
her fingernail she rubbed herself harder with her other hand.
A voice laughed from behind Custer as Star Speaker chimed in.
"Teeheehee, I wonder what his wife will say when she finds him with an
arrow stuck in his most sensitive part?"
"She will most probably wish she had been here to have fun too." Said
Stallion Taker as she notched another arrow.
"OK get him nice and hard, this shot will do it. I think it would be
fun to shoot it in just when he's about to spurt, what do you think?"
"Oh yes!" Said Tree Grower. She made a circle with her fingers and
moved it up and down the shaft of Custer's throbbing member, pulling the
foreskin back and forth vigorously. "I think he is almost there." Tree
Grower could feel herself nearing an orgasm too.
Custer tried to scream out in protest but he knew it was no use, he
tried to fight back against the impending explosion but the girls just
wouldn't stop. The continuous teasing of Tree Grower's fingers and Star
Speaker's tongue were too much to bear, he grunted as he edged closer.
Tree Grower felt Custer's testicles tighter and penis throb and Star
Speaker felt Custer's bottom contract tightly around her wriggling tongue.
"Now!" Shouted Tree grower, she pulled the foreskin back as hard as she
could exposing the sensitive tip and gaping Custer's urethra. Tree Grower
bit down hard on her lip as she felt herself go over the edge.
Custer felt a powerful surge as he began to orgasm.
"Ooooooooooooooooooh!" He cried as his juices rushed along the length of
his shaft.
Just at that moment the small arrow impacted directly into Custer's
gaping urethra, jamming itself hard.
Custer screamed out in agony as the girls cheered.
Tree Grower came and came and came. She felt her body convulse
violently as the ecstasy enveloped her. Stallion Taker could not help
noticing that her friend was shaking and there was fluid running down the
inside of her thighs. Tree Grower blushed deeply when she opened her eyes,
her secret was finally out.
Custer continued to scream and thrash about wildly, his penis bobbing up
and down with the arrow still jammed in the shaft. The girls started
laughing hysterically at the peculiar sight.
"Look at his thing now!" Cheered Star Speaker as she peaked from behind
the other wagon wheel.
"Doesn't it look funny flopping about like that? What happened to Tree
Grower? "Tree Grower has a dirty secret." Replied Stallion Taker. "She
was touching herself through the whole thing, isn't that right Tree
Grower?"
Tree Grower looked at the ground ashamedly as her friends giggled at
her.
"It's ok Tree," smiled Stallion Taker, her dark eyes gleaming in the
sunlight. "I have the same interest, how else do you think I come up with
these ideas? I like to fantasize about tormenting men's parts all the
time. And I'm sure Star Speaker has an unhealthy interest in anal sex.
Star Speaker blushed deeply. "I have not tried it yet, but it's true
that I can't stop thinking about it." She turned around to her friends and
lifted up the back of her buckskin skirt, revealing the end of a small
wooden plug she had stuffed into her bottom.
"So it seems we are all naughty in this regard." Said Stallion Taker.
"I never knew my friends were as bad as me!"
"What should we do with poor Golden Hair?" Inquired Tree Grower. "He is
still screaming in pain."
"His screams will attract his comrades," said Stallion Taker. "What
better way for them to find him with a shaft up his own shaft?
"Yes we'd better go." Said Star Speaker, gently climbing onto her pony
so as not to disturb her hidden plug. The bouncing of the saddle had
brought her to orgasm several times in the past, her bottom was now so
sensitive she did not even need to touch her front.
"Do you think his wife will really wish that she had taken part?" Asked
Tree Grower.
"Of course," smiled Stallion Taker, "She is a girl the same as us is she
not?"
All three rode into the sunset on their ponies and giggled at the
thought, Custer's screams echoed behind them.
THE END.
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