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Subject: New Story: Trail Tamed (rape, nc, humil, spank) #1/2
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Trail Tamed: NC, FF, M+
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THE SECOND IN A SERIES OF EROTIC TALES INVOLVING THE DRUZE GANG.
They had hiked for over 4 hours, far off the main trail. That was just
like Gina and Lisa: ignoring everyone’s advice. There was supposed to be
a waterfall somewhere there in the Utah hills, in a piney grove, and
they were going to camp there for a couple days, drawing with charcoal
and writing in their journals. At least that’s what they thought.
It was impossible to run with their heavy packs. Anyway, the skinny
trail was too rocky and twisty for quick escapes. This is where Bark
surprised them with a.44. They didn’t try to make a break. They just
followed instructions as he led them down into the camp, where 4 other
men were sitting around a roaring fire in the clear sunlight.
“Looks like I caught me a couple deer”. Bark howled, and the men all
stood up, cheering.
“Holy shit ... would you look at that?” Druze squinted as they neared
the bonfire, the girls whimpering and sniffling. “Boys, looks like we
ain’t gonna be so lonely out here after all.”
Gina was astounding looking. She was a big boned girl, but perfectly
proportioned. She stood over 6 feet tall, with raven hair, deep blue
eyes and a proud, high cheek-boned face. Even in a black tee-shirt and
cutoffs, she was a stone knockout. You could see the fullness of her
lips .. all pouty from crying.
Lisa was about 5 inches shorter, blonde, and rounder. Curvy, softer
hips, full tits, maybe a few pounds overweight, but still delicious. She
had a Nordic complexion ... her white skin reddened by the sun. She had
on her brother’s oxford shirt, tied in a knot exposing her tummy, and a
pair of Nike running shorts. Her nose was longish but noble, and her
long golden hair was tied back in a long pony tail.
They wasted no time. Stripping off the girls’ packs, the men circled
around them, and divided the booty. Lisa stayed with Horn, Spill and
Marty. Gina, the prize catch, disappeared into the tent with Druze and
Bark.
Getting Lisa to comply was easy. They used the knife to great effect,
threatening to, as Horn put it, “modify her appearance” if she didn’t
enthusiastically respond to orders. They ran a few tests, asking her to
french them, sit in their laps, a forcing her to drink a large cup of
vodka, straight. If she failed to obey, Horn stood her up and slapped
her full in the face. It took only 3 slaps to get the desired results.
“Welcome to the spa, baby!” Horny chuckled. “we’ve got quite a program
for you ... a little dance aerobics, a beauty treatment, a little
sunbathing. And it’s all 100% free, you lucky bitch. Now come her and
gimmee a big wet one”. Everyone laughed as Lisa walked over to Horn, her
head down, her eyes red. He ran his tongue over her lips, his hands
squeezing her ass, in a long passionate kiss.
“OK boys, have a seat.”
They had her stand in front of them.
“Off with the shirt bitch. Then walk over to the fire and throw it in”.
Lisa fumbled with the buttons. With the shirt off, they could see the
lacy bra and the full extent of her ample tits. She threw her bunched
shirt in the fire. Everyone cheered. They asked her what she wanted to
burn next.
“My... my ... boots” she said, covering her tits with crossed arms.
“Don’t just stand there cunt, do it. Sockies too, baby girl”.
On it went. For some reason, when she threw her shorts in the fire, it
must have dawned on her how hopeless the situation was because she
started the heaving, hyperventilating crying. Maybe it was because she
had on little thong panties that made her feel fully exposed. The
panties were a hit to say the least. They made her parade back and
forth, swaying her hips, shaking her exposed butt cheeks. Spill yanked
the panties up high, and her blonde cunt hair and pussy lips were poking
out the sides. He didn’t miss the opportunity to gently rub the sides of
her lips with his forefinger, gently teasing her for everyone to see.
“You like that baby? .... I SAID do you like that honey? That feel
nice?”
“Uh huh”
“Is that all you can say? If you’re smart, you’ll tell me a little
more.“ He licked his finger and diddled her lips, ever so gently, his
other hand running over the soft skin between her legs and up between
her cheeks. “”How’s that feel sugar?”
“It’s .... tickley ... it gives me goosebumps. Oh god. Oh god. It
tingles. Please. No.” This drew cheers.
“Now what did I tell you about saying no to me, hmmmm? Are you gonna be
a good bitch and do what I tell ya?”
She agreed that this was the “wise thing to do”, and dutifully told
everyone how her pussy felt, how exposed and embarrassed she was. How
shy she was. How humiliated she was. Her face was rose red. They assured
her she was “among friends” and that there was no need to be
embarrassed. Next came the bra, a little more tearful parading around
with some nice, bouncy titty shaking, and finally, into the fire went
her last tiny scrap of hope and dignity along with the thong.
Horny had her sit on his knee, facing outward toward the boys with her
legs spread. From behind her back, Horny’s flicked her nipples with one
hand, making them stand up, all perky. The fingers on his other hand
gently swirled her lips pussy lips, sometimes gently raking her blonde
pubes, sometimes lightly touching her asshole. Marty got another cup of
Vodka and held it to her lips “to relax her a bit”. They took turns
playing with her, waiting for the lube to flow, patiently. She had to
describe everything.
“When you pinch my nipples, it feels ... (whimper).... funny ... it goes
thru my whole body”. Then, “my pussy feels (whimper) warm ... oh god
... please ... it feels ahhhh .... it feels nice. Oh, I’m so ashamed. Oh
please”.
Once she moistened, Spill worked on her clit. She described how it was
swelling, how they were exciting her. How confused she felt. She
described how nice the moisture was, how afraid she was, how hard her
clit was getting.
This drew a great deal of laughter and high 5’s.
“ Is my little blonde bitch getting horny ...hmmmm? You like this baby?
You like it when I play with you hmmm? That’s a bitch. Now keep those
legs spread wide. WIDER! That’s right. You’re learning. I’m not gonna
forget your clitty, don’t worry ...mmmmm ... there you go .... ooooh all
wet and slippery ... I’ll make little circles like this ... hmmmm ...
you like that? Yes? Now right on the button .... yeah ... I can hear
your breathing baby ... yeah ... somebody is having a good time ....
little circles again .... mmmm ... moan a little for me baby, it’s all
right, let it out. I SAID MOAN FOR ME! Yeah ... listen to the motor hum
boys. SPREAD THOSE LEGS MORE! Atsa bitch. Squirming huh? That’s OK. Poor
little thing. Soft little flicks on the clitty. Little flicks. Now I’m
gonna rub it deep. There we go. mmmmm you are gushing, bitch.”
In the tent, Druze was “taming” Gina ... his specialty ... while Bark
stood guard. She was a big girl, and Druze didn’t want have to wrestle
with her. Again, the threat of “debeautifying” her was enormously
effective. It always is with gorgeous women.
Surprisingly, all her clothes were still on. The big girl was on her
hands and knees in front of Druze, sucking for all she was worth. But
this was no ordinary BJ. Druze had been training her with slaps ...
sharp stinging blows, and it had now paid off. See, Druze told her that
she had to be sure he was giving him pleasure. So he had her ask him
all the time how he liked it. What she could she do better. And Druze,
evil genius that he was, had required her to “mix it up” and “be
creative” with what she said and did. And to call him a variety of sweet
names, all of her choosing.
“How does that feel, honey. You like my tongue on the head like that?
I’m gonna lick it up and down? You like that baby? How does that feel?
Faster? Softer?”
This was a far cry from a half hour ago, when her sobbing and obstinacy
had slowed things up considerably. She wasn’t used to giving in.
Smack. “I thought I told you to slurp my cock when you sucked”. Gina
looked down. Smack. “I thought I told you to keep your baby blue eyes on
MY eyes, cunt”.
Gina looked up. Her face reddened, her eyes full of fear, and resumed
slurping with such vigor that Bark had to laugh. “You like it when I
swirl my tongue daddy? Slurp. You want me to lick your balls again,
baby?
Druze issued commands and encouragement. “Don’t forget underneath baby,
lick it all over like a good bitch.” “Jack me off a little now while you
lick the head ... little quick tongue flicks”. “Mmmm yes, I like it
baby, thanks for asking”. “Atsa girl, listen to that sucking.” “Take it
deep for a couple strokes, then shallow for a few. That’s right. Suck me
good, bitch.”
Druze blew his wad after about 40 minutes of torment. Then Bark got to
test drive the newly tamed doll.
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