~Subject: REPOST: Hunting Party 3 / 6
~From: RPaladin@ix.netcom.com (Richard Fischer)

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                        The Hunting Party
                             by Paladin

   Rod advanced to the remaining two student teachers and manually
explored their slits.

   "Always got to check these whores for concealed weapons. That's
what it says in the manual at the police academy at the state
capital. I got an "A" in that course. .... Nope nothing in here but
dry shrunken holes. What is it with you two. You the animal part of
this troop. I mean do you do dogs or donkeys or what??"

   The two endured his exploration of their secrete parts with
grunts and wiggling but were too scared to reply or defend their
shame.

   "Well whores, I am convinced that you'll are a traveling group
of whores going around to lure our riotous braves of the way of the
Cloud Dance so I'm going to have to take you in and let the Chief
decide your fate."

   "NO!!!! PLEASE JUST LET US GO. WE WONT TELL..."

   BLAM!!  BLAM!!

   "Tell... Tell what??? To who??? We duly appointed officers of
the white mans law and we stopped a traveling group of whores
attempting to sell their asses to our noble red men. You disgusting
filth. You better keep that tongue still of I'll have it cut out
and used for shoe leather."

   The shots silenced the pleading of the women and they cowered
from the 'police' officers for fear of being shot.

   Rod walked over to his car and grabbed the mike. "Where are you
Fred?? I need that chain and the tow truck here now!" As he waited
he reloaded his 44 from the cartridges in his belt.

   Charlie and Mikie took out their cuffs and shackled the women's
hands behind them. Rod brought out the extra sets of cuffs they
kept in the car and finisher the job before the radio came to life.

   "I'm a'comming. I had to clear out the drive way. Be right
there!" came Freds voice.

   Charlie walked to the now shackled girls and fondled the little
read headed girl with the freckled ass and tits. Yes sir the great
spirit had heard his wish. Here was just the type of tits he needed
for his quilt..

   The tow truck arrived and Fred jumped down and went to fondling
the black haired bitch. He used his middle finger to explore her
depth and proclaimed,

   "This is a dry bitch. What did you do to her?? Fuck her with the
cactus??"

   "Naw she is just waiting for a sign of money to juice up her
honey pot. Now where is that medium chain." Charlie said.

   "I got it in the cab with me. I know'd you would like it right
handy. The bolts are there in the wooden box. You link um up as I
didn't get to play with um afore you take um to the village." Fred
called over his shoulder.

   "OK you go on and then we will leave you to drag in the van by
yourself." Rod answered.

   "Going to do that anyway, so what else is new." Fred answered
fingering the red head Charlie wanted to pork.

   Charlie brought the chain and rapped a loop over the first girls
neck. He then used a bolt to lock her neck to the chain. He fed out
some two or so feet of chain and grabbed the blond. Secured her
neck and repeated the process till the girls were lined up. they
were now linked by the neck to each other and Charlie secured the
chain to his motorcycle. All ways the cautious one he checked the
women were all cuffed and ready for their trip to the village.

   "What are you doing?? You can not drag us away like this.
Please...." one began but Rod slapped her mouth shut and said,

   "When you get there I may personally have him drag you over a
patch of cactus to show you we can drag you anywhere we want. NOW
SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO WHERE WE WANT. GOT IT!!!"

   The naked women shut up and could not believe their position.
They were like a shipment of slaves ready for transport. What had
they done wrong.

   Charlie hopped on his cycle and kicked it into life. With a roar
and a blast of sand the line of females stumbled along behind the
modern day indian as his captives. Fred secured their car and
prepared it for transport to their garage.

   "Another nice new vehicle for the tribe. Yes the great Spirit of
the Clouds is good to his people now." Fred thought. "With a little
help from the federal law courts."

   He shielded his eyes and saw the line of new slaves disappearing
over the hill. He hopped he could get back to the village before
they was all spoken for this time. Last times he had to take sloppy
seconds and wait till someone tired of the white pussy before he
got to dip his wick....

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   Ginny stumbled and almost fell down. The sweat rolled off her
and the dam bastard kept the chain pulling as they tried to keep
from being pulling along and choking the other girls. Her feet
hurt, and she was getting sun burned in places that had never seen
the sun.

   What was this ahead of her. A mirage?? or what??? No it was a
village with a small brick building in the center of what looked
like conical tents. Just like in the old cowboy movies. Surely he
would not bring then there. Someone would object. They would free
them and they would put these scum in jail. Just a little further
and these bastards would get their just deserts.

   At the outskirts of the village the rider began to blow his horn
and the tent flaps were thrown back. Maybe fifty or so people
turned out and the children and dogs rushed forward to see what the
commotion was. Most just stared. The females resented the new
slaves now the men would just party more and neglect them.

   Ginny was embarrassed at her nudity but surely these people
would release her and the others. Then she would punish these
bastards for this outrage. A small dog nipped at her heal and she
kicked at it. It yelped and ran back to the safety of the crowd.

   A small girl, the dogs owner, picked up a rock and hurled it at
Ginny with her full force. Ginny caught the rock full on her left
tit.

   It stung and Ginny sought to dodge the hurt and fell down. This
brought the whole line down in the dirt by the center of the camp.
The chain dragged then a few feet before Charlie noticed the added
pull and stopped the cycle.

   "Stupid tangle footed whores." he said as he dismounted his
cycle and went back to inspect his slaves. He dragged one up by the
hair and this caused the rest to stumble to their feet.

   An old red man with a feathered bonnet approached the group.
From his robes, his gate, and the way the people backed away from
him, he was clearly a person of authority.

   "What have we here Charlie?" the weathered red faced man asked.

   "A group of traveling whores, Wise One, here to entice our
younger Braves from the way of the Cloud Dance." Charlie said.

   "That is a damn lie.. This excuse for a man has terrorized us
and took our clothes. Let us have some clothes and we will press
charges against him and the others." Ginny shouted.

   The others started to chime in and corroborate Ginnys story. The
voices seemed to run together and only stopped when the weathered
old man raised his hand.

   "It is plain to see that these white whores do not know their
place, Charlie. Perhaps some times with the industrious ones will
show them the error of their ways. Bring them to the ones to the
north." with that he turned on the shrieking women and walked away
without a backward glance.

   "Now you have done it" Charlie said. He went to his cycle and
started it. He led the naked troop up the little hill north of the
village. The crowd followed, and when the reached a small valley
their were stakes driven into the ground in two rows.

   The young braves forced the women to the stakes and made them
kneel. They tied their knees to the stakes about a foot apart. Then
securing their necks to another stake in front of the row holding
their knees, thus forcing their faces to the dirt. Their hands
remained cuffed behind their bent backs.

   Much pawing of their privates resulted from their positions and
added to the general horror of the situation. They were then left
to the capable hands of Charlie, who inspected their bindings and
waited.

   Soon over the hill came the little girl with a big jar.

   "Chief said to use this so the industrious ones could feast."
the little girl said she then went to Ginny and slapped her ass.
"Bad whore for kicking my puppy." The little girl turned and walked
over the hill to the village.

   Charlie took the jar and smiled.

   "Yes sir! You really pissed the Wise One off. This is real Bee
Honey. I bet in a few hours you whores will admit your guilt and
beg for tribal justice. If not their is always the hill out east."
Then he started to smear the honey on the cunts and asses of the
captives. He paid particular attention to the insides of the cunts
and asses holes. Then he made a trail up the inner legs of each
woman. Charlie went to the other side of the stakes and coated
their facial cheeks and foreheads.

   Charlie went to the shade of the rocks to wait for the results.

   "Oh yea! I think you know but in case you don't the industrious
ones are in your language ANTS." Charlie taunted them form his cool
position. "These are bad but out east we have some red fire ants.
Just so's you know that this can be over soon or we can do this all
day tomorrow."

   Barbra began to scream as a couple of the ants started on her
face using her long hair as a highway to get there.

   Other scouts found Franciss leg trail and were soon crawling in
her formally secrete places. She too screamed and tried to buck
them off but the stakes and ropes held.

   Soon all the women were screaming and begging to do anything
that was required to make the ants stop. The honeyed places turned
from yellow to black as the swarm concentrated at the sweet feast
laid out for them. All the while the sun roosted their backs and
exposed ass cheeks where the ants did not cover them.

   Fred and Mikie came out to spell Charlie.

   "Brought you a cooler of beer and some ear plugs to while away
the time." Fred said.

   "Well ain't that nice of you. Don't you go getting any ideas on
that blond with the freckles. I want her for my lodge if the damn
ants don't eat all the meat offen her." Charlie said.

   "Oh now Charlie you done had the last one and I got the
leavings. Gime this un and you take the black haired bitch. She got
bigger tits and she screams nice. I bet she puts her whole self in
the fucking tonight... or in not then, then next day after the red
ants. Them suckers really do a job they do, but you have to wait a
few days for them." Fred argued.

   "What you mean Fred?" Charlie asked.

   "Well I's bringing the van in and this fellow come by and asked
after the whores. So I told him to follow me to the village. When
we got there you'll had gone and he tried to tell off the Wise One
and got real abusive he did. Threatened all sorts of things so Rod
and Mikie and me took him there to see the light." Fred answered.

   "Yep he was a real hand full till we skinned off his fancy city
duds and staked him out. Used lots of bacon grease on his dick and
balls and left him face up for today. Guess if he makes it today it
will be face down with the family jewels in the hill tomorrow.
Don't think he'll be much of a man after that. Nice car though, and
a whole wad of money." Fred added.

   "If I was after white mans money I do it better than that."
Charlie answered and drained his beer. "Seem to you they's losing
volume? Guess it is time for the tits. If the industrious ones eat
the tits off the blond, I'll trade you for the black haired one."
Charlie sighed as he reluctantly rose and left the cool shade with
the gar of honey to coat the tits of his charges.