~Subject: The Hunting Party #6 nc etc ..................
~From: rpaladin@ix.netcom.com (Richard Fischer)

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                       The Hunting Party #6
                             by Paladin

   Charlie and the Wise One removed John from the hill. They had a
time removing the red ants. Little suckers really liked the white
meat.

   The Wise One helped Charlie secure the now delirious John over
the rear of Charlies cycle.

   "Bring um to the jail. I will go to the Black Mountain to
consult the Cloud Spirit to hear his fate.

   <"Yea sure..you old goat." Charlie thought, "Always delaying
things. I want to get back to them whores.">

   Though he thought it, Charlie knew he would do anything this old
man said. The old man was the Chief. He had the feathered bonnet.
He also had a Degree in Law and more white mans learning any Indian
ever and that had made this all possible. He might be crazy crazy
like the coyote that had taken on the overwhelming whites and won
where old Sitting Bull and Gerenemo had failed.

   The Wise One was the sovern authority of this place and NOONE
would challenge him in this, his domain.

   Grumbling under his breath Charlie mounted his burdened cycle
and drove off to jail with this miserable white skinned fool. The
Wise One went to the Black Mountain.

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   "What do you think they will do to us? We did not do anything."
Emily asked.

   "It is obvious. They are going to hold us for some kind of
ransom. I bet that John Wane is behind this." Ginny answered. "He
tried a pass and I shut him down quick. I bet he is in cahoots with
these fuckers. I mean there is his car and where is he?" She openly
scratched her cunt. Was their some of the ants still in there?

   Just then a motorcycle rode up with a white bundle tied to the
rear cargo carrier. It went behind the brick building and they lost
sight of it. The motor died and all was still.

   "Oh look that cute little girl is cooking something. I sure hope
it is for us. They have to feed us since we got here." Ginny said.

   "OH YO HO Little girl..... Please come help us."

   Little Dove turned and starred at the stupid white skinned
whores. The black haired bitch was trying to make friends. Little
did she know the feelings of the 'cute little girl'....

   "What you want... WHORE.." Little Dove asked, a frown on her
tiny face.

   "Please we are not whores. We are teachers. Those bad men
captured us and took our clothes. Please help us!" Ginny pleaded.

   "What bad men?" Little Dove asked, still with a sullen
expression, turning the tribe symbol over in the fire.

   "Why that one over there." Ginny said pointed to Rod by the
teepee.

   "That my Uncle, one of the tribal police, a council member. He
respected person with the tribe.. Him say you WHORE you WHORE."
Little Dove proclaimed turning back to the fire stirring the now
red hot iron emblem. <She thought "I get this white hot for you.
Kick my dog..... When she Charlies whore I sew beads in her big
white tits. Make totem pole of her.">

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   "Where did the Wise One go Charlie?" Fred asked, "I want to get
down to the choosing of these whores. I still want me that little
blond bitch use to have freckles. Sun done redden her hide enough
she could be one of us. wonder if the industrious ones ate then
freckles clean offen her?"

   "Yea well you can have her. I'll take the black haired bitch.
Got more meat on her bones." Charlie said, "Wise un went to the
Black Mountain to have a vision. Probably do a little magic
mushrooms probably be a week or more. You know how he is bout that
Cloud Dance spirit stuff."

   If he had to give up the blond bitch with the freckled tits and
ass he was going to try and make Fred squirm. <"Damn that Little
Dove," Charlie thought, "Least wise he'd had a piece fore he had to
give her up. Really liked the way that ass hole milked his member.
Hope the black haired bitch amuses me for a week or so. Last
un....">

   "Na don't tell me we gots to wait for that. Man I got me a
hardon won't quit for that cute little ass." Fred said. His shorts
suddenly had become twisted when he heard Charlie would not oppose
his choice, so he stood and straightened his jeans. It did little
good. His little red man just would not go down at the thought of
the freckles and all being totally his'n.

   "Wait a minute. Charlie. Did you sample the whore while you were
tending to um down by the ant hill??" Fred asked suspiciously.

   "Now Fred you know that would be very bad medicine....
Especially if the Wise Un caught me...." Charlie replied
cautiously.

   "You dirty dog, Charlie. Did you do um all..." Fred asked
anxiously. "I bet you planted in um all."

   "Yea Charlie," Mikie asked "Which un is the best. I mean I
wanted the short haired 'butch' un but if you say the 'pervert' is
better I'll ask for her."

   "Now Now braves... we is all honorable braves here ain't we? and
I give you my word that..... Ain't none of um worth the sweat off
my balls." Charlie answered, and his balls were sweating.

   "Well I can't prove it so I'll let it pass this time but if the
Wise Un even thinks you done um before he says so...He feed your
balls to the dogs. So step lightly there Charlie." Rod said. He
ment every word. Tribal law was absolute, and the Wise One was the
only arbitrator. He was not known for his leniency.

   Truly Charlies Balls were on the line here.

   Charlie gaised into the fire. He did not meet Rods eyes, but
when he saw Little Dove and she smiled at him, he felt a hand close
over his heart. <"Damn little bitch. I'd like to feed her ass to
the ants." Charlie thought.>

   Ain't it all ways the way. What troubles a man gets into for a
little pussy??? Just trying to relieve a stiff boner and look what
trouble it got him in. <"Never again!" Charlie thought.... "Till
next batch..... anyway...">

   The sun was high sinking west when the Wise One returned to
camp. His pupils dilated like the dark of night.

   "Braves I think the white man will help us return to the
glorious past. I have had a vision of a great place here where the
white eyes come to pleasure themselves. We will make a great
village beside the Black Mountain. The white folks will come and
stay in small lodges like ours to pleasure themselves. Then we will
charge then for all things we will provide by the mountain. The
tribe will grow rich again and buy back our tribal lands. I have
seen it all. We will gather their squaws and their money with this
village. their fire water, gambling and white whores like these. It
will be glorious!!!" The Wise one proclaimed.

   "Now bring me these whores for judgment."

   Rod and Fred rushed to the fenced in area and drove the naked
hurting captives to the center of the village, with their clubs.

   "You have been doing bad things on our lands. You have with
these," the Wise One said gripping Emily's cunt, "Causing us to
lose our lands. These have been used against us so they will now
work for us now and forever more. We will mark you so that all will
know of your whoredom and treat you as what you are. Does any of
you have any defense? Speak before I pass Judgment." The verdict
was predetermined. He had known it when he saw their soft white
bodies. Another tribe asset.

   After the ants, the cold night, the day in the sun with no food
and water, none of the women would speak. They were convinced that
answering back would bring on the red ants. Two of their number had
already 'dance' with them. Better to keep silent, they thought.
When they got out of this......

   "So be it!" the Wise One said with a wave of his hand and he
walked away to the jail to see if John had survived his rest period
to get the power of attorney that would give the tribe the money to
build the resort. After all it was money the whites stole from
them. What better use could it be put to??

   Almost as an after thought he called back over his shoulder,
"Mark them and take one each, My braves. No fighting. Their will be
more when the Cloud Spirit sees fit to send them."

   The girls were taken to the fire tended by Little Dove and then
tied to stakes similar to the ones at the ant hill. Little Dove,
with a pair of pliers removed the now white hot tribal symbol and
rushed to place it on 'her' shrieking new slave. She carefully
positioned it between the ass cheeks of Ginny . Charlie was there
yawing the cheeks wide open. When Little Dove nodded her head
Charlie closed the captive ass cheeks on the soon unconscious,
unfortunate former teacher.

   Thus a tribal slave / whore was made. She would be Charlies, as
he held her open for her marking, (and Little Doves too) for the
rest of her life. She would carry in her vitals the mark of tribal
ownership to the grave. Not to mention the current painful period
of adjustment when ever she went to the out house.

   Little Dove smiled at the rising smoke and the sizzling. The
thinks she would do to this white whore.... Little Dove experienced
a tightening in her virginal cunt. Her own whore. Sure she had to
share with Charlie but men... They went at it all wrong. Ram like
buffalo. Grunt like pig and  one squirt and done. She smiled from
ear to ear. The things she would do to 'her whore'...

   The other girls were similarly marked, and their was much
festing and celebrating about their coming wealth. The Old One had
spoken.

   An orgy broke out, much to the discomfort of the new slaves.
They were slaves though and their lot would be to serve in all
ways. The Cloud Spirit had spoken through the Wise One. Noone could
oppose that.

   He emerged from the Jail and called. "Rod, Fred. Come here we
have another slave that wants to make amends for past sins. Little
Dove heat the symbol up again."

   They rushed to bring John Wane over to the stakes recently
vacated by Ginny and he too became a slave of the tribe. He did not
scream as much as the girls as his time with the red ants seemed to
have weakened his voice. His adjustment would be just as painful,
but this too was the Cloud Spirits will.

   Yes the tribe kept John alive to sign papers. They let him live
in the jail, so he would not hurt himself. When ever he started to
assert his old self a bottle or red ants was brought. The mear
sight quickly brought any out burst to an end.

   Little Dove took charge of Ginny and dragged her behind her
mechanical pony (motor scooter to yous) though a cactus patch, to
assure that the white squaw had the proper attitude.

   Charlie had to fix the tires after that but it made Little Dove
happy and Charlie had to keep the little bitch happy.

   She liked to keep Ginny naked and on her knees to service the
little developing pussy at all times of the day or night.

   Truly, the Cloud Spirit was smiling on his people in these
days.....

   The End........

   For Now...