Maggie didn't have their problem. She'd had so many dicks the day before that she couldn't make up her mind which one was her favorite. After some consideration, she selected a particularly strong looking brave and curled up on the ground beside him. I was only a little surprised when Susan found her Indian, the same one who had abused her rear end and then made it up to her by letting her suck him off. But I was really surprised by Agnes. She went trotting off to a group of half a dozen braves, flopped down on the ground with her knees under her and raised her ass in the air, ready for whatever they might throw at her.
I wasn't at all sure what was going to happen, but I was sure this couldn't last. So I felt like I better take advantage of the good times while I could. And I was in an enviable spot. Rachel was doing her best to occupy all of my attention, but Priscilla was close enough for me to reach. Bob took care of her right tit while I took care of her left. Everybody was getting into the swing of things. Susan had a dick in her mouth and Agnes had one up her butt. I couldn't tell for sure, but it looked like Maggie had one in all three holes. Our little group wasn't doing anything yet, but that was only because with five naked women and only three men, we hadn't figured out what to do. Then the Chief started to talk again.
"Yesterday, three of these women missed their opportunity to dance for us. So if the three of you will present yourselves to us, we'll see about giving you another chance."
Reluctantly, Agnes and Susan separated themselves from their dicks and joined Angela in front of the Chief. They had learned something from Priscilla, so they curtsied properly and then stood. The difference in appearance was the fact that Susan had blond pubic hair. And Angela, of course, had none. Even Agnes was looking good. For a fat girl, she looked good anyway, but all that ass fucking had really made her glow. I had never had a chance to butt fuck very much, but if I got the chance, I was going to make sure that chubby butt was well reamed.
"Okay ladies, none of you danced yesterday, so now is your chance. I don't think Susan is ready to put clothing over her ant bites and sunburn yet, so she can entertain us while the two of you fetch your clothes. You can get dressed if you want, it really doesn't matter. Just make sure you bring the rest of your clothes out here with you. All of them."
Angela and Agnes scurried off to the wagons while Susan stood there.
"Please, Sir," she said. "It's not that I don't want to dance, but I really don't know how. Maybe if Maggie or Priscilla could give me some instruction? Really, Sir, I could dance much better for you then."
"Give her another whipping," one of the squaws screamed. "She learned how to suck cock that way, she can learn to dance that way too."
"No," the Chief said. "At least she's honest. So we're going to give her the chance, with both of them. Maggie, Priscilla, get up here. Show this girl how to dance. But I don't want either of you to do anything. Just show her how, it's her dance."
I don't know if Maggie and Priscilla were eager to be the center of attention or if they had finally learned what would happen to them if they were slow to respond to the Chief's wishes. But they were up there in a flash. They took Susan over to where a group of squaws were sitting and there was a great deal of conspiratorial whispering. Then Maggie approached the Chief.
"Begging your pardon, Sir, but I'd like to request some leniency for my student. It's not that she's reluctant to perform – as a matter of fact, she's eager – it's just that she doesn't have any idea what to do. We're working on a plan which I believe will surprise you, but it's going to take us a few minutes to get it together. If you agree to this, then either Priscilla or I could entertain you while she's getting ready."
"But if one of you is entertaining us, that will make it just that much longer before she's ready, won't it?"
"Yes Sir, it will. But we felt we should present it to you as an option."
"Well, I don't find that option acceptable. But I don't think it will matter. Here comes her mother and Mrs. Bromley. They can entertain us until she's ready."
Angela and Agnes were sashaying down the path with a couple of squaws behind them, carrying their luggage. I don't know where they had gotten their dresses, but I was sure they weren't on the Colonel's approved list of clothing. I took one look at him and I knew they weren't. Lucille had his pants open and was chewing on his rod, but even that didn't distract him. He was livid.
Both women were dressed to a "T". Angela was wearing a full length, red velvet evening gown, cut low over her breasts and revealing a lot of cleavage. If we hadn't already seen her naked, I'd of thought this dress was scandalous. The front of the skirt was cut in a wide "V", showing off a lacy, white underskirt. She had on a matching hat with a wide brim, a long white egret feather, and a black lace veil.
Agnes was dressed identical to her, except that her outfit was emerald green. And they were both carrying matching parasols.
They sashayed up to the Chief and curtsied low, spreading their skirts wide. "With your permission, Sir," Angela said, "we would like to perform for you and your men."
The Chief nodded his approval and the two of them rose to their feet. Twirling their parasols, they sauntered around the circle. It was really a promenade, shoulders back, breasts thrust out, and hips swaying from left to right. And as they paraded around, they looked at and smiled at their audience. They'd learned the value of eye contact. Every man there had the feeling that they were showing themselves off just for him.
And they were showing off. They were flaunting themselves for the whole tribe, but they were also flaunting themselves to each individual. Then they started to dance, twisting and swaying, their skirts flowing gracefully behind them. As the music picked up, they began spinning, their skirts billowing up around them and exposing their legs. And the Colonel got another surprise. It wasn't the plain, white cotton bloomers they were exposing. Their legs were encased in long stockings that came half way up their thighs and were held in place by red garters. And if that weren't enough, their legs were topped off by sexy french cut panties, just like Maggie had work earlier. I figured it was just a good thing for him that Lucille was where she was and doing what she was doing. The poor man's blood pressure would have probably gone over the top if she hadn't been there to relieve it.
Agnes started doing a funny little dance step, similar to what the girls had done earlier with their can-can number. Angela soon joined her, but added an embellishment. She grabbed the front of her skirt and lifted it up to her waist, baring herself from the waist down. Agnes followed suit, and the two of them were dancing, decently covered in back, but only shielded in front by the skimpy panties and long silk stockings.
The danced over to where we were sitting, Agnes intruding on the Colonel's blowjob and Angela interrupting the mutual grope that Rachel and I were indulging ourselves in. After flouncing their skirts at us for a few seconds, they turned their backs on us so they could show off their legs to the Indians. Then I heard Angela whisper over her shoulder. "Unfasten my dress, would you please, Nate? I was afraid to let one of the Indians do it. They'd of just ripped it off of me."
While I could sympathize with the Indian's attitude, I understood where Angela was coming from. The dress was far too pretty to turn into a pile of rags. As carefully as I could, I unfastened the buttons that ran all the way down her back. Lucille was still sucking away, but the Colonel was doing the same favor for Agnes. When the buttons were undone, the dresses fell away and the ladies stepped out of them and we all got another surprise. They were both wearing those new fangled contraptions, brassieres I think they're called, over their chests. These were the first I'd ever seen, but I really think the idea might catch on. They really looked nice, all lacy and such. But what was best was what they did for the tits. They held them out, sort of presenting them to us, rather than squashing them flat like a bodice does.
Twirling their parasols over their shoulders, they dropped their hats on top the dresses and danced across their stage, twisting and swaying like they had before. Except that this time, the skirt wasn't flowing behind them. It's funny how it works. Their tits and asses were still covered, but somehow they were more enticing with just the brassieres and panties than they had been when they were fully naked. Apparently I wasn't the only one who felt that way. Even the women who were helping prepare Susan stopped what they were doing to watch.
Rachel and Priscilla had gathered up their dresses and put them behind us. When the brassieres came off, they threw them to Priscilla who put them back with the dresses. Now that their breasts were bare, the dancing got more frenetic. With tits swinging to and fro, I was afraid they were going to hurt themselves. And I was sure that Agnes was going to give herself a black eye. But somehow, they pulled it off.
Angela had the crowning movement though. Standing on her tip toes, she raised herself up as tall as she could, tits sticking out proudly. Then she suddenly bent forward at the waist, and slipped the panties down over her hips. Twirling about, the panties fluttered to her ankles. With a little dancer's kick, she stepped out of them and stood to the side. The change that had come over her was nothing short of amazing. Yesterday when she had been stripped she had hunkered over, and used one hand to shield her bush while the other vainly tried to shield her tits. Now she was standing straight, shoulders thrown back and legs slightly spread, proudly displaying her nakedness while she waited for Agnes to catch up. And today she didn't even have a bush to hide.
Agnes knew she could never emulate the way Angela had removed her last veil, so she didn't even try. But while her method wasn't nearly as spectacular, it was just as effective. Pushing her panties low on her hips, she danced up to the nearest Indian. Rubbing her groin in his face, the Indian had little choice. Gently, he rolled her panties down and pulled them off. And when she turned around, we had another surprise. While she and Angela were in the tent, they had trimmed her cunt. After the way her hair had been pulled out, her pelt had been looking pretty ragged. But now it was neat and clean. The only thing left of her luxurious pelt was a neat little heart, centered directly above her slit.
The two women danced their way over to where the Chief sat. Keeping her legs straight, Angela's spread them as wide as she could and bent over, touching her hands to the ground. Looking back at the Chief, she said: "Please, Sir. Would you fuck my ass?"
"Have you ever been butt fucked, Mrs. Broaddus?"
"N-n-n-no," she quavered.
"Then I think you should offer that prize to your husband. After he's broken you in, come back and I'll oblige you. And while she's doing that – Mrs. Bromley, why don't you introduce Nate to the joys of sodomy?"
Agnes pranced right over and waved her cute little heart in my face, so close that I could have stuck out my tongue and licked it. "Hello Nate," she whispered. "I've been wondering when I was going to get a chance at you." She twitched her hips and shoved her snatch a little closer. "You remember yesterday when the Chief was worried about me feeling neglected? Well, Agnes is fine. With all the attention I've been getting, I don't feel neglected at all. But my poor little pussy – she feels like an orphan. Nobody's been paying any attention to her at all. Everybody wants to go up my backside. Please don't misunderstand me. I want you up there, but would you give me a good hard fucking first. Then you can use my asshole all you want."
I had to admit, it did look good. Of course, as close as she'd gotten, the only thing I could see was cunt lips and clit. I kissed, dead in the middle of her twat, licked her clit, and pushed her away. Poor Agnes. One touch from my tongue and she was a quivering mass of jelly.
"Agnes, I promise to take good care of your little orphan for you. I see what you mean, she does feel neglected. But right now, I want to watch Angela. So why don't you kneel down and keep me entertained while I see what the Colonel does. I seem to remember you showed considerable talent with your mouth too. But don't let me come. As soon as the Colonel's done, it'll be your turn, and I want to be sure and have enough spunk left for both your nether holes."
With no further invitation, Agnes fell to her knees and went to work. I was in heaven. Naked female flesh was all around me, I was about to watch Angela lose her anal virginity, and I was getting the best blowjob of my life.
Where Agnes had been eager, Angela was mortified. Fucking and sucking, even publicly, didn't seem to bother her anymore. And I don't even think the prospect of giving up her rosebud bothered her too much. But giving it up to the Colonel was another story. He was a Milquetoast and had always done whatever she told him to. But she knew that once she let him use her rectum, those days were gone forever. She'd never have that control over him again. Particularly if he was the first one to get into her ass. But she knew better than to refuse. Whatever the Chief wanted, that's what he got. Unless she wanted to be whipped and fed to the ants again. Reluctantly, she danced over to the Colonel, presented her backside to him, and made a similar request. I said similar. With the Chief, she'd asked him directly to fuck her ass. With the Colonel, she couldn't quite get the words out.
"Homer, would you… would you please…" she whimpered.
The Colonel was already feeling his new power. Patting Lucille on the head, he pulled her face out of his crotch and pushed her gently to the side. "Would I what, Angela?"
"Oh please Homer. W-w-would you p-p-put your thing in my…"
"Would I put what thing where, Angela?"
"Oh Homer, please don't embarrass me this way. You know what I mean, don't make me say it."
"No Angela, I don't know what you mean. Now are you going to tell me what you want and why you want it, or should I send you back to the Chief?"
"Goddamn you, Homer. Fuck my ass. There, I've said it. I need to get laid. You saw me just now. I tried to give up my asshole, but he said you had to do it first. So would you please shove your prick up my asshole and fuck me? I'll suck you or whatever you want after that, but please fuck my ass first."
I don't think he would have sent her back to the Chief. When he stood up, he was sporting a hard-on to be proud of and I know he had to have someplace to put it. But making her beg like he did was good. I think her begging changed their relationship more than the butt fucking ever could. Placing the head of his dick on her sphincter muscle, he rammed it home – and Angela's anal cherry was history.
Homer (I made myself a promise never to call him "the Colonel" again) was pounding away at Angela's ass. I don't know if he thought he might never get a chance to fuck again, or he was making up for all those years he had been subservient to her. Whatever it was, he was giving her asshole a first-class reaming. And Angela had changed too. When he first entered her, she had cried and begged him to be gentle. But now she was eagerly meeting his thrusts and screaming for more. It looked like she was on her way to becoming as enthusiastic an ass fucker as Agnes was.
Finally Homer dropped his load. Angela seemed to want to slump down on the ground and rest, but Homer would have none of that. Taking her hand, he led her back over to where the Chief was waiting. After thanking the Chief for letting him have her cherry, he gave her to the Chief and then returned to a still willing Lucille. If her begging and ass fucking had left any doubts in Angela's mind as to her new status, being given away like this should have dispelled all of them. She was property – to be used and exchanged as we saw fit. She barely whimpered as the Chief spread her out on her belly with her ass in the air. And her asshole was reamed again, and again, and again. After the Chief was finished, he had half a dozen more of his henchmen make sure her cherry was really gone.
In the meantime, I turned my attention to Agnes. I pulled her off of my dick just in time. If I'd waited another minute, I'd of filled her mouth and that would have been it for fucking for a while. As it was, my dick was twitching and begging for release. But I wasn't ready yet. I laid her on her back and spread her legs wide. No one had fucked her and I'd promised to take care of her pussy first, so right now seemed like a good time for some hair pie. I'm not a prude, but when it comes to eating, I prefer to go where no man has been before, at least recently.
One touch of my tongue and Agnes spasmed on me. And she kept right on spasming. As my tongue probed deeper, she wrapped her legs around my head. I thought she was going to crush my skull. I know she cut off my air. I had to eat in order to breathe. Finally, with a shuddering orgasm, her legs flopped loosely to the side. For a minute I thought the woman had passed out. I don't think she'd ever been eaten before. She'd obviously given plenty of blowjobs, but I doubt that anyone had ever returned the favor. But I'd promised to take care of her pussy and that's what I intended to do. Eating was only half of it. What she needed was a good fucking. I slid up her body, and her pussy welcomed me in. I couldn't believe the way she bucked. I thought she was going to throw me off, but she wrapped her arms and legs around me and pulled me in deeper. It just proved what I'd always been told. Don't ever turn down a fat broad. They're more appreciative than the skinny ones.
Eventually, she collapsed again and I rolled off. But Agnes was all over me, kissing and sucking, my balls and my dick. She even stuck her tongue up my asshole. Then she sat up and smiled.
"Nate, that was the best ever. I thought I'd been fucked before, but I've never had it like that. I don't know what's going to happen to us, but… but if it works out and they let us live, please let me stay with you. I know I'm fat and you'll want someone else for a wife, but please keep me. I'll be good to you, Nate. Just keep me around as a concubine or something." Rolling over on her stomach, she stuck her ass up in the air. "Now please, shove that wonderful prick up my butt. You can stick it anywhere, anytime you want, but right now your concubine wants it in her ass."
This was a new twist. I'd never had a woman at my beck and call before, but a willing one like this didn't seem like too bad an idea. But I thought I'd check out her sincerity before I went any further. I'd noticed a mark on some of the squaw's rumps and I knew a little of this tribes customs. And if they let us live, I thought I knew a way to keep her.
"Agnes, do you understand what you're saying? You know a concubine is really no more than a slave, except she's a sex slave. Do you really want me to enslave you?"
"I never really thought about it before, but I guess you're right. They really are no more than sex slaves, are they? Oh yes Nate, that's what I want! Oh, please fuck me hard. I'm getting horny just thinking about it."
"I grew up in the south. Before the war, my father and Joshua both kept a couple of girls around to use and abuse whenever and however they felt like it. And I know, use and abuse meant sharing the girls with all of their friends and whipping them, sometimes just because they wanted to. Sometimes they used to invite their friends over and the girls would be there, with nothing on but their undies. I can just imagine, you having a big party back east. And me serving the food and drinks, with nothing on but my bloomers and bodice. Or maybe with nothing on at all, just like I am now. Yes Nate, that's what I want. Use me all you want, share me and humiliate me all you want, even whip me all you want. Just please fuck me once in a while. Now please, stick your prick in my ass. Butt fuck me, Nate! Show me you want me!"
Now came the test. As I slipped my dick up her chocolate channel I told her my idea. "If I'm going to enslave you, Agnes, we're going to have to do it with the Chief's blessings. Otherwise, he'll probably take you with him when he goes and leave me here alone." Agnes grunted her agreement with this, so I went on. "I don't know if you noticed or not, but this tribe does keep slaves. And their slaves are branded. If the Chief were to agree to this, I'm sure he would insist on your being branded as well."
Agnes' head snapped up at this. "Branded!" she exclaimed.
"Yes Agnes. Right here!" I slapped her on the ass cheek to mark the spot. I could see the thought playing around in her head as she ground her ass back harder on my rod. I don't know what I had expected, but she didn't seem to be nearly as repelled by the idea as I had anticipated.
At length Agnes spoke again. "If-if I'm branded, I'll be marked forever as your slave. You could still sell me or give me away, but I could never deny what I was. If someone took me, or even if I just ran away, as soon as I took my pants off, whoever saw me would know. And as passionate as I am, I know I couldn't keep my pants on for long. Oh Nate, then I'd really be yours. Can we ask him now, Nate?"
I was still sawing in and out of her asshole. I know that if she was my slave, I could do this anytime I wanted, but for now I was only concerned with the short time. "Certainly not now, and not until after Susan does her dance. Let's make sure he's in a good mood. For now, you can be my temporary slave. Now show me what you can do with this asshole. I want to know what I'm getting."
"Yes Nate, whatever you say. I already feel like your slave. The Chief will just make it official. But, but even if he doesn't brand me, will you mark me later?" With that, she really started to grind her ass. Agnes was a natural fuck, and she gave fantastic blowjobs, but her asshole was where her talent really was. In no time at all, I was shooting my load deep into her bowels, but her sphincter kept gripping my prick, as if it were trying to milk it of every drop of come.
Bob had overheard our conversation, and seemed to be very interested in its outcome. As soon as I was finished, I passed my new slave on to him. "Do whatever you want with her, but give her back when you're done."
He returned the favor by handing Mabel to me. As she sat in my lap, she leaned up and whispered in my ear: "Are you really going to make her your slave, Nate? That sounds so, so decadent."
"Why not? She seems to be taking well to it. Besides, if the Chief allows it, it might be the only way any of us get out of here. From the way he's been acting, I think he'll let the men go. I'm hoping he'll let us keep our slaves. Only thing is, you women are going to have to declare yourselves. What Agnes doesn't realize, is that slaves don't belong to one person. She'd be my slave first, but she'd really belong to my whole tribe. And if we stay together, then you're my tribe."
"You mean… You mean she'd belong to all of us? But what if I declared…? Ohhh Nate, that ideas not decadent, it's positively scandalous. But deliciously scandalous. Think you could get this thing hard again? I can't believe how wet I'm getting, just thinking about it."
"Well Mabel. I might be able to, but you'll probably have to talk me into it."
Rachel had been listening intently to this conversation. "You mean, if we don't declare ourselves to be your slaves, they might take us with them to their camp?"
"Well, there's no telling what they might do, but that's a pretty good bet. Indians have a healthy respect for property, particularly if they feel like they've given it to you. They might let everyone go, but then again, they might decide to enslave, or even kill all of us. There's just no telling." I knew I had put some thoughts in both their heads. It was too soon to tell where they might go with them, but life just might prove to be very interesting.
Mabel had just slipped off my lap and taken me in her mouth when Susan made her appearance. She was stunning. That's really all that needs to be said, but I'll try to describe her anyway. The Indian women had given her some of their clothes – a pair of moccasins, aprons (similar to a breech cloth, but without a covering through the crotch), and a vest. The vest was too small and kept falling open so that we could see that her nipples had been heavily rouged. And they'd given her a bath and makeup – dark eye shadow and lipstick. Her hair had been cleaned, brushed and tied in a long pigtail. She'd been beautiful all along. Cleaned up and made up, she was gorgeous.
When the drum started, she started to dance. The squaws had taught her a few Indian steps and she was doing a pretty fair imitation of a Sioux war dance. Or more likely, a mating dance. She really wasn't very good, but she was exquisite; and she tried hard. And the braves were appreciative. She was doing her best and they knew it. She didn't even need to take anything off. With every step, the vest flashed open, showing off her tits, and every time she turned, the aprons would expose her ass or cunt or both. Speaking of which, Maggie and Priscilla had taken care of that too. Her cunt hair had been trimmed up, just like Agnes' and the little bit that was left had been darkened to show it off better. Then they had accented her pussy lips with rouge. She was a virgin when she started, but I didn't think she'd still be able to claim that by the time today was over.
One of the braves jumped into the circle and started dancing with her. Then he threw her to one of his friends. She was passed around the circle like this, each one grabbing a feel before he passed her on. By the time she landed in front of the Chief, she had lost the vest and the aprons. The only thing she had left were the moccasins and her collar.
Bringing herself to her knees, she looked at the Chief beseechingly. "Sir," she began. "I'm entirely at your mercy, but would you do me the favor of ridding me of my virginity?"
I think even the Chief was surprised by this request, but he handled it well. "Which virginity did you have in mind?" he asked.
"All of them, Sir. My vagina and my anus. Or as Nate would put it, my asshole and my cunt."
I resented that. Never in my life had I talked to her like that. But she was right. It would never have occurred to me to use those other words for her two nether holes.
After due consideration, the Chief answered her. "My dear, I don't know if you were watching or not, but I just participated in your mothers anal deflowering. As desirable as you are, it will take me a few minutes to recover. Pick your partner for your formal deflowering. After that's been accomplished, we'll see to your other hole. Now run, go get him and bring him back here."
Happily, Susan jumped up and ran off. Lots of men, to include me, had hope, but I don't think anyone was surprised when she came back with her big Indian buck.
But if she thought she was going to lose her hymen in private, she had a surprise coming. A couple of squaws took over and led her into the center of the circle, calling for Maggie and Priscilla to help. They laid her down on her back and then one of them grabbed her ankles and bent them back over her head, spreading them wide while she did it. Maggie was given one ankle while the squaw held the other. The other squaw took a jar of buffalo grease and spread it liberally all over her cunt and asshole, making sure she got plenty inside of both holes. Then the Indian was brought into the circle. Priscilla was placed on her knees and instructed to make sure he was good and hard. Our bashful Priscilla went at it with gusto, tongue and lips everywhere. When he was finally deemed ready, she stood back and the Indian knelt between Susan's outstretched legs. One thrust and he was in. One scream from Susan and she was eagerly thrusting back at him. And she was screaming again, but they were different. Now they were eager, encouraging screams as she struggled to pull him deeper and deeper into her cavity.
The brave no sooner emptied his load and pulled out, than his place was taken by the Chief. He'd had Priscilla and Angela both working on him ever since Susan started getting screwed, so now he was more than ready. Judging from her reaction, Susan thought he was more than ready too. Maggie and the squaw pulled her ankles down which canted her asshole up higher, but Susan could still see the Chief approaching between her outstretched legs. From her perspective, it looked like he was carrying twelve inches of rock hard flesh that he was fixing to ram up her defenseless butt.
And then the Chief was upon her. She let out one fearful whimper, but other than that, she was quiet, waiting for the onslaught. It took a bit of poking and prodding, but finally, with the aid of the buffalo grease, he parted her sphincter. With a mighty shove, punctuated by an earsplitting scream from Susan, he buried himself deep in her rectum. And it was done. Susan had lost all her virginity, her mouth, her pussy, and now her asshole. When he finished, the two women turned her over on her belly and left her kneeling in the dust, ass turned up and legs parted, readily available for everyone's use. A line of men, eager to try out this fresh stuff, quickly formed. I know, I know, I'm a son-of-a-bitch. I was number two in line.
Well, Susan got her share of dick that afternoon. She certainly didn't get as much as Maggie or Priscilla, but I think she got more than any of the other women. While we were waiting in line, the Chief had Maggie and Priscilla going up and down the line, making sure everyone stayed hard. He took care of Angela himself, alternating between having her suck him off and shoving his dick up her ass. He might of used her cunt once in a while, but her asshole got the brunt of it. Finally he called a halt to our use of Susan and the poor girl sank to the ground, exhausted but still willing.