Wife of the Party

Chapter 12

A week went by since Katherine and Laura were captured and held by the commandos. But they were due to meet their captors again due to Katherine's foolish promise. On Saturday morning, Laura went outside and fashioned two bows for them. They were actually just two sticks that were bowed into an arc by string tied between the two ends. They would never have been able to actually shoot an arrow but they would be adequate props for the afternoon's play. She left them by the trail that led into the forest.

At the normal time, Laura and Katherine donned their running gear and headed out, after Katherine told her mother that they would not be back until then next day. Monique had asked questions but Katherine just held her hand up as if to say, don't ask.

They were fully clothed again for this run and they retrieved their bows as they slipped into the forest. They each wore a fanny pack and they had moccasins on instead of running shoes. They followed the trail through the woods, running to get in their exercise. Then, before they emerged from the forest into the field surrounding the lake, they stopped.

They had discussed their plan in the morning. They were going to play along as best they could with the boys. The foursome had turned out to be good kids and neither of the women wanted to hurt their feelings although neither one of them especially wanted to be doing anything at all. They knew that what they were doing was wrong but, again, Katherine had promised the previous Sunday. "At least it's not more wrong," Katherine had reasoned. "Once you do something wrong, it doesn't make it worse by doing it again." Laura was not sure that she bought into that logic but she did feel bound by Katherine's promise. And Katherine agreed to try very hard not to repeat her promise in the future.

They emptied their fanny packs and then stripped off their clothes, stuffing them into their packs. Then they worked on the rest of their costumes. They each had a belt which they wrapped around their heads to look like Indian headdresses. Each stuck a feather into her headband. A leather thong was tied around each waist to drape across their hips and small strips of leather hung down from the thong in front and back to create respectable looking loin cloths.

Then came the war paint. Katherine had a supply of body paint from when she was younger. They opened the lids and turned themselves into warriors. Laura painted Katherine. Three different colored stripes slanted across each cheek. A black horizontal line streaked across her forehead. A gold lightning bolt angled across her chest between her breasts. A red band of paint circled her left thigh. And the two nipples were coated with strawberry flavored red lip gloss. She was quite a sight.

Katherine repeated the actions on Laura, giving her a different but equally realistic decorations. The left half of her face was covered in black paint. A blue band circled her right upper arm. Her breasts were painted entirely in black paint, leaving only her nipples uncoated. Finally, a red line was painted straight down from between her breasts to just above her sex. Katherine finished off the look by painting a little arrowhead at the bottom of the red line.

"Hey, what's the arrow all about?" asked Laura after she looked down at herself.

"I just wanted to point them in the right direction," giggled Katherine. Then they started off across the field with bows in hand, two near-naked Indian girls on a hunt.

The capture happened quickly. The boys were waiting in a different spot and used a different method but they still subdued the huntresses without much difficulty. A net was thrown over each of them and they were bundled in the nets until the boys could satisfactorily bind their wrists. And then it was off to the cave again.

"I think we should scalp them," said one of the boys after they had been secured to their vines. "Just like they do to our people."

"This one's already been scalped," commented Robbie as he lifted Laura's loincloth and ran his palm over her denuded sex.

"Then let's scalp the other one," the first boy replied.

"Now wait a minute!" protested Katherine. "You can't do that!"

The boy clamped his teeth down on Katherine's nipple just enough to hold it and nodded his head up and down quickly, shaking Katherine's breast. "Oh yes we can. You belong to us now. Hey, that nipple tastes great. Guys, she has cherry flavored nipples."

"I think it's strawberry," corrected Katherine as two sets of lips devoured her nipples and sucked off all of the gloss. She continued to protest her "scalping" after the boys finished with their meal of sweet nipple but it became apparent that this was all part of their original plan when one boy produced a bar of soap and a razor from his backpack. Once she realized that her fate was sealed, she started trying to negotiate for safety.

"Have you ever used one of those?"

"No," was the reply, "but I watched my dad use it."

"You could hurt me with it."

"I'll be careful."

"Could Laura do it?" In the end, it was agreed that Laura would do the shaving. A boy wet the soap with water from his canteen and then started rubbing it into Katherine's pubic hair. After several dousings, a thick lather coated her mound and Laura proceeded to denude her mistress. Soon, Katherine was wearing the same unadorned look that she so much liked in her slaves.

Laura was tied back to her post and, after several orgasms, the girls were untied and then retied with their fronts to the vines. "Whip them," ordered the leader. "Maybe that will teach them not to steal from us."

Both girls felt chills run down their spines at the talk of whipping. This was going too far. But the whips turned out to be lengths of rope that were lashed across their backs and butts symbolically and did not hurt at all. They did not even leave marks on the skin.

While they were still tied with their backs exposed, Robbie came up behind Laura and knelt down. He reached up and grasped her bottom cheeks, prying them apart. Then he peered at her little pucker, studying it closely. Eventually, he touched it with his finger, causing Laura to jump slightly in her bindings. His finger moved from her little rosebud to her sex and then returned with it coated in her dew. He continued to touch it, running his finger in circles and watching it clench and relax. He coated his finger in her sex again and then started pushing against the little pucker. He received resistance at first but was not worried about hurting her since he remembered the plug that had been inside her the weekend before. Eventually, he was able to worm his finger into her bottom, eliciting a moan from her. His face brightened in a smile as he discovered another sensitive spot on the female anatomy.

"What's this?" asked Robbie as he reached up with his free hand and touched Laura's brand. Laura shuddered, just as she always did when someone touched her there.

"It's just a mark. It's like a tattoo."

"It doesn't look like a tattoo. It looks like a brand."

Laura sighed and nodded. "Yes. It's a brand."

"Wow. That's so cool. I thought only cattle got branded." He continued to circle and touch the little fleur de lis mark and Laura continued to shudder involuntarily.

Again, they lost track of the orgasms. Over and over again, they were taken to the brink and pushed over. Their bodies were glistening with perspiration as young hands, lips and teeth toyed with them. Then, late in the afternoon, the boys took another step toward manhood.

"Do you know what a blowjob is?" one of the boys asked Katherine.

"Er… yes."

"I want one."

"Do you know what one is?" she asked.

"Kind of," he replied. "No, not really. I've just heard people talk about them. They're supposed to be great."

"Well, I don't think it's a good idea."

"I could make you do it," he told her. "But I'd rather have you just do it." In the end, Katherine relented. She was untied and knelt. The boy came up to her and she unzipped his pants, fishing out his very erect cock. Then she wrapped her lips around it and suckled on it. It did not take long at all for the boy to ejaculate into her mouth. "Wow! That was great!"

"Me too. Me too," the boys sang out in unison. In the end, she drank three loads of sperm.

Only Robbie had not partaken. He was still too mesmerized by Laura's bottom. He did watch though as his finger slowly pumped in and out of the huntress who was still tied up. After the others were finished and tucked away, he whispered into Laura's ear. "Would you do that for me?"

Laura blushed but agreed. She was untied and knelt and quickly received her own salty meal of sperm.

Before it got dark, the boys set up their campsite. They started a fire and had the two huntresses, who they now referred to as squaws, cook for them. Laura thought it was hysterical that she was camping and cooking in the nude. She didn't even like to camp but it seemed like fun this time. Even Katherine was enjoying her captivity. In a way, it was like a vacation for her.

The evening grew cooler but the two squaws kept themselves warm at the fire as they cooked. Once the meal was finished, they were asked to kneel and each one of them knelt in front of two boys with their backs to the fire. Their wrists were again tied, only in front this time. Then the boys ate their meals and fed their captives.

After dinner, the girls were led to the lake and were allowed to bathe to wash off their war paint. They were allowed to put their loincloths and moccasins back on to keep them warm but the little strips of leather did little to keep out the chill of the night. As soon as they finished dressing, they each shivered and then made a mad dash back to the campfire where they stood and rotated their bodies to warm them.

Eventually, the hour grew late and everyone went to bed. The boys had arranged their sleeping bags as double beds. One sleeping bag in each tent was unzipped fully and then spread to act as a mattress. The other sleeping bag was used as a blanket. There was one girl and two boys per tent. The Indian huntress was placed in the middle of the bed with a cowboy on either side.

Robbie held one of Laura's breasts while Ronnie held the other one. Laura assumed that Katherine was being similarly fondled. Eventually, the boys leaned their heads in toward her body and sucked a nipple between each of their lips. They suckled for thirty minutes before drifting off to sleep with their faces pressed against the soft warm globes. Laura was actually thankful for their lips this time. She was very full and it was actually uncomfortable with her breasts straining from her milk. The boys relieved the pressure and allowed her to have a relatively peaceful sleep.

In the morning, Laura awoke to an empty bed. She got up and crawled out of the tent to find Robbie and Ronnie tending a fire that they had just started. The air was still chilly so Laura joined them to get warm. They each greeted her with a kiss and a squeeze to her bottom.

"I guess we should tie up the squaw again," said Ronnie. "She might try to run now that it's light."

"I guess you're right Pardner," agreed Robbie, trying to act as much like a cowboy as he could. Laura's wrists were drawn behind her back and tied together, leaving her helpless once again. "Oh well," she thought, "at least I won't have to worry about cooking."

Thirty minutes later, a bleary-eyed and disheveled Katherine crawled out of the other tent. She looked as if she hadn't slept a wink all night. She struggled to her feet with difficulty since she had been kept bound with her wrists behind her back the entire night.

"What happened to you?" asked Laura.

"They fucked me!" snapped Katherine. "That's what happened!"

"Oh," replied Laura. "I guess they know about that after all." Then she started giggling and had to pinch herself to settle down. "Sorry, Mistress."

"I can't believe this is happening," complained Katherine. "Stop making me come here!"

Laura blinked. "I'm not making you do anything. You're the one who keeps promising. Stop promising."

The boys ate breakfast the same way they had eaten dinner. A squaw knelt in front of two boys with her back to the fire as they ate and fed their girl. The sexual antics of the night were much the discussion topic during the meal. "She's so silky," reported Tom. "It was like having my cock squeezed in an oily sponge," claimed Jack. Their descriptions went on and on and Katherine went through every shade of red imaginable as she blushed in embarrassment. Laura listened in awe and wondered how many times her mistress had been taken during the night.

After breakfast, while the others were cleaning up, Robbie took Laura aside. "Can we do that?"

"Do what?" asked Laura.

"Fuck."

Laura was shocked. Over the course of several days, Laura had come to truly like the boy. He had been in constant attendance of her and really seemed to be infatuated with her. But fuck her? "Oh, Robbie. I don't think that's a good idea."

He nodded slightly and Laura saw his eyes starting to mist up.

"Robbie," she went on, "It's not right."

He nodded slightly again and stuck out his lower lip as his eyes started to well up.

"Robbie, don't cry," she pleaded. Then she saw a tear trickle down his cheek and was lost. "Can we do it in the tent?" She could kick herself for having been so weak. But his face brightened instantly and he led his squaw back to the tent.

They crawled beneath the covers and hugged and snuggled for a moment. Robbie kissed her and she kissed back, feeling her body responding to the male attention.

"Do you want me on top or bottom?" Laura finally asked.

"Oh," replied a surprised Robbie. "I didn't know that I had a choice."

"You have lots of choices," she replied. "Top, bottom, side by side, kneeling, standing, and lots of others."

"Top, then," he replied. Laura struggled to get up to a kneeling position but had difficulty.

"It would help if I wasn't tied up," she finally admitted.

"Oh yeah," he replied. Quickly, he untied her wrists and she got up on her knees. She tossed the sleeping bag aside, feeling the cool air on her flesh again but knew that she would be warming herself soon.

Slowly, she undressed Robbie, starting with his shirt. He just gazed up into her eyes as she unbuttoned his shirt and helped him to shrug out of it. Then she removed his shoes and socks before turning to his pants. She unfastened the belt and button and then unzipped him. She slowly tugged down his jeans and underwear and jumped slightly as his cock sprang into view. He was not quite as well endowed as her husband or Pierre but he was still blessed with a substantial rod.

When he was naked, she leaned down and kissed him. Then she threw a leg over him and straddled his hips. She reached down and touched her sex to make sure she was lubricated and then wondered why she had even bothered. She was always wet, it seemed. She gripped his cock to guide it and slowly lowered herself onto it.

Robbie let out a long sigh as his shaft sliced into the tight wet tunnel. He kept his eyes glued to Laura's as she sank lower and then started a slow up and down motion.

"Oh my gosh," he uttered after she slid down on him several times. "This is amazing. I love you!"

"Hush, Robbie," she said as she leaned forward and sealed his lips with hers. Then she lifted her head and looked into his eyes. "You don't love me. You love doing this with me."

"Oh my gosh!" he repeated as she continued to slide up and down his glistening pole. "No, I think I love you. I love everything about you."

"Thank you," she said as she felt him piercing her over and over again. He reached up and placed his hands over her breasts, letting the stiff nipples rub against his palms as she moved. He lasted much longer than she expected for a teenager. She thought he would climax quickly. But at least fifteen minutes passed before he tensed and groaned, spilling his seed into her body. She had not climaxed but it was still very fulfilling for her. She had made Robbie's first experience with a girl a pleasurable and gentle one. They curled up and spooned after pulling the sleeping bag up to keep them warm. Eventually, Robbie led his squaw, unbound this time, back to the campfire where the others were standing around and waiting.

"Are you proud of yourself?" whispered Katherine while the others were chatting and comparing notes.

"Not particularly," Laura whispered back. "But it was nice."

The fire was put out and the tents and other gear were packed away. Before departing for the cave, Robbie picked up one of the cold coals from the fire and walked over to Laura. He reached out and drew RY on her bottom, opposite her brand with the leg of the R forming one of the branches of the Y.

"What's that?" asked Laura.

"It's my brand," he replied and smiled before leaning forward to kiss her. "I wanted to mark you as mine."

Amazingly, the other boys honored Robbie's claim of ownership over Laura. There were no disputes or complaints. Even Laura accepted him as just one more in a long list of people who owned her.

Robbie's claim made Katherine the communal girl. For the next twelve hours, she serviced the other three males.

Robbie had an insatiable appetite for sex now that he had been introduced to it and took Laura multiple times, experimenting with the various positions that Laura had listed earlier. These times, Laura did climax. Robbie said that he especially liked fucking her while she was kneeling and fucking her standing up against one of the boulders outside of the cave but his favorite position was with her on top. That way, her breasts were presented to him and it was easy to play with them.

After they had gone through the last of Laura's list of positions, Robbie was lying on top of her looking down into her eyes. They had just completed having sex using the missionary position. "Are there any other?" he asked.

"Oh, my gosh, Robbie," replied Laura. "Haven't you had enough?"

"I don't think I could ever get enough. I love you. I really do."

"Well we have gone through all of the ways I know about," said Laura.

"Hmmm," said Robbie as he furrowed his brow. He remembered that Laura had a plug in her bottom on the first day and that he had pushed a finger into her bottom the day before. He wondered if that could be another way to have sex. "Do boys ever put their things in girl's bottoms?" he asked.

"Ohmigod!" exclaimed Laura. "Just how old are you? No… don't answer that." She started to think that Robbie was older than he seemed. How else could he come up with that? But she decided that she didn't want to know the truth. "Yes, sometimes boys put their things in a girl's bottom."

"Could we try that?"

Laura was at a loss. She didn't think that it was right to do that. But then again, nothing about what she and Katherine had been doing was right. But she also didn't want to disappoint her newest owner. He was tender and loving and polite. He never demanded anything of her. He always asked. "Yes, Master," was all she said.

They had to wait for Robbie to get hard again. He had climaxed inside of her so many times that he was not able to get instantaneously erect like he had earlier in the day. They snuggled and hugged for about thirty minutes until Laura felt his hardness pressing against her bottom. Then she got on her knees again and let him take her anally.

Katherine was fucked endlessly during the day. Laura tried to help her as much as she could by occasionally giving a boy a blowjob. Nobody but Robbie tried to fuck Laura, though. Katherine was kept bound in some way the entire day but Laura was free until it was time to take the girls home. Then, both girls had their wrists tied behind their backs. Their loincloths and moccasins were stuffed into their fanny packs, which were fastened around their waists.

This time, Katherine was successful in not committing to the following weekend. "We can't come next Saturday. We have a prior commitment." This was true. They did have a party to attend next Saturday.

"What about Sunday?" asked the leader as he placed his hand on her breast and gently palpated it.

"I don't know about Sunday. That all depends on what happens on Saturday."

"We'll be here on Sunday. And we expect to see you."

Katherine was proud of herself as she walked back across the yard. She had ended an evening without making a promise. There was no way for Laura to shame her into going back. She was free at last.

She had to admit, it was fun and exciting to be held captive. Even being the sexual plaything of the three males had been exhilarating, even if she was currently walking slightly bow-legged because of the overuse of her sex. The whole thing had been highly erotic to her.

Monique met them at the door and had them sit down and tell her what was going on. Katherine explained how they were playing at being captive but omitted the part about the sperm lunches and being fucked silly. Monique saw the semen leaking down her daughter's legs and then turned to Laura.

"Is that everything, girl?"

"No, Mistress," blushed Laura. "They had sex with us too." Then she filled in all of the details that Katherine had omitted.

"Well, you two be careful," was all that Monique said as she stood up from the table. The naked girls arose with her.

"By the way," she said as she ran a finger up through Katherine's swampy sex and over her mound, "I like the new look. I think I'll have to get a collar for you."

"Mom!" hissed Katherine.

"Hush girl. Now go clean up."

"But Mom!" Katherine whined. "We're still tied up."

Monique smiled. "Yes, I know. I like to keep my girls that way."