Part 1
The bank teller smiled warmly as he watched the pretty young woman walk towards
his window. She looked to be about nineteen years old and was wearing tight
riding jeans and boots. Her golden hair was cut short and boyish and her blue
eyes sparkled as she returned the teller's smile. "What can I do for you today,
Miss?" "I've come to make a withdrawal" she drawled in a sweet Western accent.
"I'm embarrassed to say I don't remember seeing you before, Miss...err.."
"Barret" "Sorry, Ma'ma. Do you have your account number and some
identification?" Jane Barrett calmly raised a small handgun and pointed it
straight at the teller's face. "How about this?" She smiled as she watched his
expression turn from shock to amusement. "You don't really think you're going to
rob this bank with that little ladies' gun, do you? If you shoot me with that
it'll more than likely make me real mad!" "Well, after I make you real mad with
my little ladies gun, my boyfriend over there is going to make you real dead
with his Colt 45." The teller's face froze as he looked across the room and saw
a young cowboy standing with his gun drawn. There were a few customers in the
bank and an old woman shouted "Oh my God! It's a bank robbery!" A panic-stricken
mother clutched her young daughter to her side. "That's right!" The young man
hollered out. "Everybody stay calm and nobody will get hurt! You heard the young
lady, Mister. She wants to make a withdrawal. Empty your cashbox into that sack
she's got and don't try anything funny." Will Fullerton and Jane Barrett had
been passing through this sleepy little town on the edge of the prairie and Jane
couldn't resist the lure of an easy job. Not a whole lot of money to be had
here, but then again, not real hard to take either. The teller glared at Jane as
he began filling her sack with cash from his box. Just as he was finishing, the
sheriff burst into the bank. "Just put that gun down, Miss. I wouldn't want to
have to hurt a sweet little thing like you." The sheriff had a shotgun pointing
towards Jane. He was so shocked at having a bank robbery in his tiny little town
that he didn't notice Will standing behind the door. He heard the click of his
45, though, and felt the cool barrel of it against his temple. "You better drop
that, Sheriff, or I'll blow your head clean off your shoulders..." The sheriff
froze. He let his eyes flick sideways but didn't move his head. He lowered his
shotgun. Will grabbed it from him and kept his gun pointed at the sheriff's
head. Jane grabbed the money sack and turned to face the sheriff. "So, you're
the law around here, huh?" She laughed and swayed her hips as she walked towards
the sheriff, who had his hands raised. The little girl began crying softly as
her mother hugged her tighter to her side. Jane looked at them for a moment,
looked back at the sheriff, and smiled evilly... "I don't like the law much,
mister sheriff. I particularly don't like sheriffs who point shotguns at me..."
She stuck her tongue in her cheek mischievously for a moment, then said "Drop
your pants, sheriff." She had a wry smile on her face. The sheriff looked at
her, stunned. He thought he misunderstood her. "Hurry up. I ain't got all day!"
She pointed her gun at the sheriff's groin menacingly. "I ain't kidding!" The
women in the bank gasped as they saw the sheriff undo his belt and begin
unbuttoning his pants. He let his pants fall around his ankles and stood there
in his long johns. "Kick off your boots.... get those pants right off. That's
right. Now the shirt too..." The sheriff unbuttoned his shirt. When he removed
it he stood there in only his long johns and hat, glaring at the young woman
with the gun. Jane reached forward and knocked his hat off his head. She pointed
her gun directly at the sheriff's crotch, looked him in the eye, and very slowly
said with a smile: "Now the long johns..." "What!" The sheriff gasped. "You
can't be serious. There's women and children here! What kind of person are you?"
"The kind of person who will blow your balls off in exactly five seconds if you
ain't out of them long johns... One..... Two....." In a panic the sheriff tore
open the buttons on his long johns. He pulled his arms out of the sleeves and
pushed them down below his knees. As Jane was counting five he just managed to
step out of them completely. This left him standing in the bank completely
naked. Jane and Will were laughing as he tried covering his groin with his
hands. The other customers stared in disbelief. The teller chose that moment to
bring a gun up from behind his window. Will noticed him out of the corner of his
eye and in a flash so fast you couldn't see his hand move he shifted and put a
bullet right through the teller's chest. As he slumped over the counter, dead,
the women in the bank began screaming. "Shut up!" Will yelled, pointing his gun
in the direction of the customers. The women were silent but still shook with
sobs. Jane looked at the sheriff and said "That was real stupid of him. Don't
you be stupid like your friend there..." She chewed her lower lip for a moment,
then continued: "I want this whole town to see what I think of the law... Get
down on the floor on your hands and knees... You heard me, hurry up! Down,
dammit!... Now CRAWL out that door and into the street! Move it!" She fired a
shot in the air and the sheriff turned and hesitantly began crawling towards the
door, and then out onto the wooden sidewalk. Jane snickered as she pulled her
thick leather belt out from her riding jeans. She folded it double in her right
hand and slapped it across the sheriff's naked ass. "Please!" the sheriff
begged. "Not out in the street! Not like this! There's women and children
around!" Jane slapped the belt across his ass again and told him that the
children should learn early that they can't count on the law for anything. Her
slaps got harder and harder as she drove him out onto the dusty street. The
shots had caused a crowd of people to gather outside the bank. They gasped when
they saw their sheriff stark naked and crawling in the dirt! The pretty young
woman whipping his ass with her doubled belt still held her pistol in her left
hand. Will walked behind them, his guns warning everybody not to try anything
foolish. "Look mommy! Why is that lady giving Sheriff Porter a tanning?" "Hush
up, Sue Ellen" her mother warned. "But why did she take all of his clothes
away?" "I said hush up, Sue Ellen! Don't look!" But the eyes of everyone in the
street were focused squarely on the bizarre scene before them. When the sheriff
got to the middle of the street Jane made him stop and kneel upright. There must
have been thirty or forty townspeople gathered around. They were all staring in
disbelief at the sheriff and the young woman who was giving him orders. "Now
look at all your friends and neighbors, especially the women and children!
They're all watching you!" Jane was giggling evilly. Indeed, Miss Simmons, who
ran the saloon, was enjoying the show and tried to catch the sheriff's eye so
he'd know she'd seen him. Most of the children were in awe. The Thompson girls
were giggling and shoving each other. Jane saw all the people and felt almost
intoxicated with her power. She laughed as she said, "Start jerking off,
Sheriff! Do it, or I'll blow your head off right here! Don't test me!" There
were gasps from the crowd as the sheriff put his trembling right hand around his
semi-hard penis and began slowly pumping. "Faster!" Jane shouted. "And look up
at the people!" The sheriff looked up and saw the eyes of the town on him. A
couple of them were probably enjoying this, however, most of the people looked
embarrassed to see the sheriff humbled before them. The sheriff pumped faster.
His penis was fully erect in spite of the great shame he was experiencing. Jane
taunted him loudly and threatened to put him across her knee for a good
spanking, which brought gasps from the women in their bonnets and giggles from
the children. Just then Will rode up on his horse. He had Jane's horse with him.
He handed her the reins as he kept his 45 directed at the crowd. Jane slipped
her belt back around her tiny waist then climbed up onto her horse. She sat
there watching the sheriff for another minute then fired her pistol into several
of the storefront windows on the street, shattering the glass. "Don't any of you
try to follow us or you'll wind up dead like that teller in the bank! See you
around, Sheriff!" She and Will whirled around and began galloping down the road.
She looked back and saw the sheriff still on his knees and pumping while a young
man came running out of the bank towards him carrying his clothes. They spurred
their horses and galloped out of town. They were both laughing heartily as the
wind whistled past their faces. "That was really funny, Jane. What made you do
that!" "I don't know, Will. I guess I was just bored, and seeing him pointing
that shotgun at me kind of made me mad." They slowed their horses down and
continued riding out into the prairie. Will rode a little bit behind Jane. He
liked watching her tight ass bouncing up and down on the saddle and couldn't
wait till nightfall when they'd count up the money and then make passionate
love. After a couple of hours they stopped to rest the horses. They were both
getting a bit hungry by this time. As they walked up along a ridge Will motioned
Jane to get down on the ground. "Look over there!" Jane followed his pointing
hand and saw what looked like a small Indian village. There were a couple of
dozen teepees and a fire burning in the center, being tended by a squaw. "Looks
like the braves are off hunting. I only see one guard down there, the rest seem
to be women and children. Look at that meat on the spit! Mmmmmmm... sure beats
the jerky we've been chewing on." They went back and secured their horses, then
they both climbed stealthily down towards the village and took their positions.
Jane slowly walked out into the open, towards the fire. Her hands were in the
air and she was saying "Hello... I'm a friend. Do you have something to eat?"
The squaw tending the fire was startled. The brave looked confused, then wary.
He put his hand on the hilt of his knife and began walking towards her. Covered
by her distraction, Will leaped from behind a teepee and hit the brave on the
head with a rock, knocking him out cold. More squaws and a few children began
coming out of the teepees but Will and Jane both had their guns drawn by this
time. "You don't mind if a couple of hungry travelers have a bite to eat, do
you?" Jane chuckled as she bent forward and picked the largest piece of meat out
of the fire. In a moment of pure spitefulness she kicked dirt onto the fire and
trampled the rest of the meat into the ground. The squaws gasped and made
gestures to stop her but Will yelled a warning and pointed his gun at them. He
joined Jane and she pulled off a hunk of meat and handed it to him. As he chewed
a huge mouthful he was looking lustfully at one of the squaws nearby. He pointed
his hand in her direction and said to Jane: "Jane, dear. You don't mind if I
help myself to one of these little squaw women, do you? I mean, it wouldn't be
like I was cheating on you or nothing, it's only a squaw. Besides, watching you
back there at the town made me a little ornery, if you catch my drift." Jane
looked at the squaw. She didn't like the idea of Will with another woman, but he
was right, it was only a squaw. Besides, it might be fun to watch. "No skin off
my teeth, Will. Just save something for me tonight!" The squaw couldn't speak
English but she knew what was going on when Will began walking towards her. She
turned on her heel to run but Will jumped her and brought her crashing to the
ground with him on top. She shrieked as Will began tearing at her clothes. He
pulled out his knife and cut the laces on her buckskin dress. After that he just
had to pull it off her squirming hips and legs and she lay naked on the ground,
still fighting and trying to bite him. He gave her a hard slap on the face which
quieted her down somewhat. "Look at these titties, Jane!" He molded the firm
reddish brown flesh and fingered a large brown nipple and aureole. He squeezed
it hard between his fingers until she yelped in pain. Will laughed cruelly and
squeezed it again, harder. Will reached down with one hand and unbuttoned the
fly of his pants. He forced the squaw's legs apart and climbed on top of her.
The other squaws watched in horror as he roughly inserted himself into her and
began fucking her hard, pulling her tits as he rode her. Jane was laughing at
the sight and kept her gun pointing at the others to keep them in line. Just
then she heard a twig break behind her. She turned to look and felt one huge
hand placed around her mouth while another grabbed her arm in a vice grip and
removed her gun. All hell broke loose. The other squaws leapt on Will and began
clawing at him as he humped the poor woman beneath him. Another brave gave a
blood curdling yell and threw himself on Will, pulling him out from between his
victim's legs. The hunting party had returned! They saw what was happening and
crept up on Jane while she was distracted watching Will. The brave who had
thrown Will to the ground screamed again and pulled his knife. He lifted his arm
above his head and prepared to drive it into Will's chest when another hand
grabbed his arm and held it. He glared at the brave who had restrained him then
calmed slightly as they exchanged words in their own language. Will and Jane
were hauled to their feet. Will's pants were still open but his penis had
shriveled back within. The other women helped Will's victim up and wrapped her
dress around her. She glared hatefully at both him and Jane, now being held in
the midst of about two dozen braves. One of the braves walked towards the
captives. He wore more feathers in his hair and appeared to be a chief of some
sort. He spoke halting English as he addressed them. "Why you do evil in our
home?" He looked at Jane and said "You steal our food and ruin much. This is
wrong." "We were hungry! We're willing to pay for it. We've got lots of money!"
"No! You not pay. You steal!" He looked at Will and shook his head. "You do bad
to Little Flowers. You bad people. We should kill you. Maybe we will. You must
be punished for these bad things you do." The other Indians shouted their
outrage. A few yells went up as they all gathered around to watch what would
happen to the white man and his woman. The chief pointed to Will and said "First
you. Your woman will watch you..." He said something else in his language and
the others nodded their heads and began laughing. The women came forth and
grabbed Will. The one who he had raped held a knife to his throat, pressing it
hard against him and nearly breaking the skin. The other squaws worked quickly
and began stripping him. They removed his boots and then, using their knives,
they simply cut all of his clothes away. In less than a minute he stood
completely naked as his clothes lay in shreds on the ground around him. The men
and the children sat on the ground and hooted, encouraging the squaws. "W-what
are you doing? Leave me alone!" Will cried. The squaws overpowered him by their
sheer numbers. Little Flowers kept the knife near his throat as they forced him
down onto the ground on his back. Jane didn't like what she was seeing. It
didn't bode well for her, but she was powerless to do anything to help Will as
he lay there on the ground. Another squaw brought out a long coil of rope. She
used her knife to cut a small length. With the others holding Will down, she
managed to use the short piece of rope to tie his right wrist to the inside of
his right ankle. She had to bend his knee outward to do this. She then took the
long coil of rope and looped one end around and around his left ankle, then tied
a tight knot. With a hoot the women began hauling on the rope and dragging Will
around on the ground by his left ankle. His left arm was free but the way his
right wrist and ankle were tied, his genitals were wide open and exposed, along
with his ass. Jane watched in horror as Will whimpered in disbelief and fear.
The other squaws picked up branches and began switching him wherever they could
as he was dragged around by his leg. "No! Please!" he begged, but they continued
thrashing him while the whole village joined in the laughter. Jane was feeling
even more uneasy after seeing what they were doing to poor Will. Little Flowers
yelled something to the others and they all headed off towards a small clump of
trees about a hundred yards away. Will was dragged and switched the whole way.
The rest of the village followed, taking Jane along with them. The squaws
stopped at a medium sized tree. There was a horizontal branch about eight or
nine feet up. A couple of feet away from it, hanging from an adjoining branch,
was a large hornets nest. The squaws threw the free end of the rope up and over
the first branch, careful not to disturb the nest. They began hauling on the
rope and eventually hoisted Will upside down in the air till his left foot was
only a few inches from the branch. He squirmed as he dangled there. His left
hand was still free but he couldn't do anything with it. His right wrist and
ankle were still tied, which forced his right thigh down nearly level with his
shoulder. In this manner he was obscenely spread as he dangled before the whole
village. Will was crying now. He was scared witless and twisted as he begged the
laughing women to let him down. They answered him by continuing to thrash his
helpless body with the switches. Finally they stopped and one of them reached up
and began pulling on his penis. In spite of his fear, he began to respond to the
stimulation and soon he had a raging hard-on. The squaw backed away and watched
him hanging there helplessly with a stiff dick. The others had all moved back
about twenty yards and were crouching and watching from a gully behind a fallen
tree. Little Flowers stood halfway between them and the tree and hefted a rock.
She tossed it at the hornets nest but missed. When Will saw what she did he
yelled: "NO! PLEASE!!!" Little Flowers picked up another rock and hurled it.
This time she hit the hornets nest squarely. It was lodged pretty well and
didn't fall, but the hornets came rushing out angrily to defend their nest.
Little Flowers ran back to join the others as they watched the hornets swarm
over the dangling nude body of Will Fullerton! Oh, how he screamed! His free
hand swung wildly but served only to anger the hornets even more as his body
twisted wildly under the onslaught, shaking the tree and bringing out the rest
of the hornets. In his exposed position they stung him all over, especially
around his spread thighs, buttocks and groin. They were even stinging his
asshole! Jane knelt behind the fallen tree with the others. The difference was
that while they were all laughing and yelling, her face was white with shock.
She heard the tormented screams of Will; the pitiful pleading as he futilely
fought off the stinging horde that swarmed over him like a black cloud. The
branch he hung from creaked as he bounced and swung. For nearly five minutes
they stung him over and over. His agony was extreme. Finally the struggling
stopped. Will hung motionless from the limb. After a minute of this the hornets
finally gave up on him and began retreating back to their shaken but undamaged
nest. Cautiously the others abandoned their shelter and crept back towards the
tree. What Jane saw made her gasp! Will's right wrist and ankle were still tied
together and hung down, fully exposing his genitals and ass. His thighs and
buttocks were swollen with welts. There had to have been over a hundred stings,
most of them around his ass. She could see that not even the soles of his feet
had been spared, but what made her shiver was the cluster of welts right around
his gaping asshole! He even had welts on his penis and ball sac. Poor Will! The
agony he must have suffered! The squaws lowered him to the ground. Little
Flowers felt the side of his neck and nodded in approval. Two braves picked Will
up and carried him back to the camp. They untied his wrist and ankle and began
smearing him all over with mud. Another squaw began mixing up some foul smelling
concoction and used a wooden spoon to spread it all over the worst welts. Could
he possibly still be alive? How could he? Yet, even as she watched she saw an
almost imperceptible stirring and a little spittle escaped the corner of his
mouth. His body was swollen and he began shivering. They put him close to the
fire and covered him with a buffalo hide. The chief turned to Jane and said: "He
strong. He may die, he may live. Me think he will live. Medicine help take
poison from him." Jane was relieved, and horrified. "What will happen if he
lives? Will you let us go?" "He bad man. He given to Little Flowers as slave. He
get well. Two, three days, poison all gone. Then Little Flowers hang him same
way from tree again and wake shashumis with rock. Next time poison not so bad.
Shashumis still sting but poison not so bad for him. Two, three more days she
hang him from tree again... and again... and again... same way each time." "Oh,
my God!" Jane gasped. "You can't do that!" "He bad man. He belong to Little
Flowers now. Little Flowers say he to be punished for his bad things. He to be
kept bare, tied on knees with head to ground. The young will tease him. Squaws
will laugh at him. He eat only what others not. Every two, three days Little
Flowers will hang him from tree same way and wake shashumis with rock. Whole
village watch. Bad punishment for bad man. He stay alive many moons, many years.
Little Flowers punish him long time." Jane felt her legs trembling. "My God!"
she whispered. She looked at Will. He was shivering by the fire, wrapped in the
buffalo hide. Poor Will! A knife in the heart would have been better than this!
She gulped and suddenly wondered in panic what her own fate would be. The chief
was looking at her sadly. "You bad woman. You steal food. You destroy what you
don't eat. You help bad man. You bad too." "No, chief! He made me do those
things!" "No! You lie! You must be punished too." The chief spoke at length to
his own people. Jane expected the men, but it turned out to be the women, once
again, who approached her. She struggled and kicked as they grabbed her. Just as
they did with Will, they used their knives to cut her clothes away. In a minute
she was left wearing only her thick leather belt. It contrasted with her smooth
white skin. The women stared in awe at her pink nipples and short blonde hair.
Jane only weighed around 110 pounds so they had no trouble forcing her to the
ground on her hands and knees. A squaw held each of her hands to the ground and
two others held her knees apart. With nothing on but the dark belt her creamy
ass looked like a smooth round globe, bisected in the middle. Her asshole was in
clear view and her downy pouch peeked out from behind. There was much laughter
now as one of the older women picked up a switch and touched it to her ass. She
reached up and swung down with a snap. A red stripe appeared across
both white cheeks. Jane yowled in pain and shock and the rest of the villagers
laughed. The old squaw gave her a dozen more swipes then sat down. A young girl,
barely of age, replaced her. Jane howled and twisted shamelessly as the young
girl switched her over and over, crisscrossing her ass and leaving a pattern of
stripes. She then said something to the squaws holding Jane's legs. They each
grabbed one of Jane's asscheeks and pulled them wide apart. The young girl
changed her angle and resumed slashing away at Jane, this time making the tip of
the switch hit right against Jane's asshole! She was stretched so wide that her
asshole was opened. A tiny bit of hair could be seen around the rim and sweat
glistened as it was switched. Jane howled and begged but the young squaw was
relentless. Eventually she stopped and was replaced by yet another squaw. The
switching went on and on. Jane's legs kicked and she howled like a coyote as the
rest of the village watched and cheered on the women. When they finally stopped,
Jane's backside was a mass of crisscrossed welts. Her shoulders heaved as she
sobbed. The women pulled her up and roughly sat her back on a small log they had
placed there. The log had a hole in it and a large wooden phallus had been
carved and stuck into it so it protruded upright. Jane was lowered into place so
that the phallus passed between her swollen cunt lips. It completely filled her
up and held her pinned to the log. The bark was rough against her sore backside.
Jane sat there on the phallus, her knees were pressed against the side of the
trunk an inch or two from the ground and her feet pulled backwards. They pulled
her hands behind her back and tied them and her ankles to a branch behind her.
Jane was impaled in a sitting position with her hands and feet tied behind her.
Her tits were thrust out straight and her belly was sucked in. No doubt every
brave's dick was hard as stone at the sight but they wouldn't touch her, leaving
her punishment to the women whom she had stolen from. This, however, did not
prevent them from watching and enjoying the sight. The young braves were
especially interested and Jane could see their hard-ons poking their loincloths
up as they crouched nearby. When she was securely fastened, the women began
taunting her. Little Flowers pinched her nipples over and over while Jane
pleaded with her to stop. Now that the tables were turned Jane didn't think much
of nipple pulling! Night was wearing on. Most of the day's food had been ruined
and the people went to bed hungry. One of the squaws stayed by the fire watching
Will as he shivered and slept. She occasionally would look across at Jane and
snicker. Jane felt embarrassed to be so helpless before her and the wooden
phallus in her cunt was beginning to itch. All in all it was to be a most
uncomfortable night. Will stirred a few times during the night and the squaw put
a damp cloth on his forehead to ease the fever. After he had settled down she
got up and walked over to Jane. She reached out a hand and hesitantly touched
her smooth skin. Much smoother than her own Indian skin. The squaw let her hand
trace down along Jane's belly till she came to the downy patch of pubic hair.
This was very interesting to her! It was blond and light and the pink folds of
her cunt could be seen right through the strands. The Squaw felt the softness of
the hair and let her fingers accidentally brush against Jane's clitoris, which
was poking out between the soft folds of flesh. Jane shuddered and involuntarily
moaned. The Squaw pulled her hand back then giggled and looked around to see
that nobody else was around. She was about Jane's age and had never seen a white
woman up close before. She put her hand back down and used her middle finger to
lightly brush Jane's clit again. More moaning from Jane encouraged her to do
even more. The squaw knelt down, staring directly into Jane's half-closed eyes
and began rubbing faster and faster. When Jane's moans got louder the squaw took
a piece of Jane's shredded clothes and stuffed them into her mouth. She tied a
gag to keep them in place then spent the next hour mischievously rubbing Jane's
clit, almost to orgasm, but backing off each time before she could climax. Jane
had tears in her eyes as she squirmed and tried fucking the wooden phallus. The
Indian girl was enjoying herself immensely! With her other hand she pulled and
tweaked Jane's nipples and felt the softness of her hair. Jane was nearly
convulsing with desire when the squaw abruptly got up. Another squaw had come to
relieve her watch. Thankfully the second squaw only changed the wet cloths on
Will's forehead and left her alone to squirm on the log. She cried her
frustration into her gag. Eventually Jane fell into a peaceful sleep.
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