Message-ID: <21782asstr$945141001@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Dr Disturbo Subject: {ASSM} "In The Wild" Part 1 Lines: 316 X-Original-Message-ID: <3849F73F.C3E@hotmail.com> Reply-To: Dr_Disturbo@hotmail.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-ELN-Date: 5 Dec 1999 05:21:41 GMT Date: Mon, 13 Dec 1999 22:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin In the Wild by Dr. Disturbo (M/f, F/f, nc, humil, spanking) This story is fictional and contains humiliation, non-consenual sex & spanking If you are offended by these themes or are not an adult, don't read it. In the Wild (Part I) The blazing sun of Indian summer shone through Nikki's brunette hair as she walked down the narrow, dirt path amid the overgrown woods. The metal fish stringer jingled in the small black waist pouch fastened around her attractive hips. A fishing pole she carried seemed to be quite a hindrance, every now and then catching a low tree branch. Anyone looking at Nikki would have thought she was a sexy, independent woman in her late 30's, out to have a little outdoor fun. But the appearance was hardly the reality. Nikki was, in fact, hopelessly lost. "How could this happen to me?!", Nikki couldn't believe that she had wandered into the middle of nowhere when she was so sure she could find the trail that led to the little lake. Nikki's husband, Jay, and his buddies, Roy and Dave had left the campers before dawn. Thinking it might be fun to surprise the boys and show that she was perfectly capable of "roughing it" with them, Nikki had taken off on what she thought was the same route. Now she discovered to her horror the limits of her internal compass. "Completely lost in the middle of this wilderness!" She had gone on the fishing trip to Wyoming to get away from the hassles of city life. Jay was shocked that she had consented to go along with him on what was traditionally an all-male adventure. They had set up camp two days earlier in a remote area of the National Park. The men-folk always went out fishing before first light, the campsite being within walking distance of the lake. Maybe it was because she was still half-asleep that she stumbled onto the wrong path, what really unnerved Nikki was that she had so completely lost track of time. She had changed directions twice to backtrack but the only result was more unrecognizable terrain and now it was getting uncomfortably hot as the sun rose higher in the cloudless blue sky. Nikki suddenly began to feel a keen sense of panic! "This is serious! A person could be lost out here for days!" She stopped dead in her tracks. "HELLO!!!!", she shouted, "HELP!!! HELP ME!!!!" But all she heard was the faint, mocking echo of her voice from the distant slopes. Nikki bit her lip and felt her eyes welling with tears. She called out again and again in desperation. After a few moments the fearful state lessened and she began thinking, "Ok, so I'm lost, what should you do when your lost? What was it Jay's friend said? Walk downhill. Water runs downhill and people live near water." Wiping the wetness from her eyes, Nikki surveyed the lay of the land. The narrow deer path did not lead downhill. She took in a big breath. Nikki would blaze a new trail. She began walking at a faster clip downward. This worked out fairly well until she came upon a thicket. Having only khaki camping shorts, socks and hiking boots to cover her muscular, tan legs Nikki had to slowly pick her way through the brambles. "Owww, dammit!", she cursed to herself. This trek wasn't going to be easy but Nikki was determined. She considered throwing the fishing pole away but then realized that she might need it to scare up some food later if she still hadn't found her way out of this. The woods began thinning out a bit and walking became easier. Up ahead Nikki saw something that seemed encouraging, a barbed-wire fence. Pondering for a second or two she decided to cross it. She carefully spread the sharp wires and squeezed between, once across she reached through for the pole, her meal ticket if it came to that. She continued her descent for another half hour. By then she was getting quite warm, her pale, freckled skin glowing from perspiration. Then there was a welcome sight. A body of water glistened through the wooded slopes, it was only perhaps a quarter mile away! Hastening her steps, Nikki arrived at her goal a little out of breath. It was a large pond. There were some fowl swimming about but no sign of human life. Nikki was disappointed, she was also tired from the last jaunt. She rested in the shade of a large oak and caught her breath. She felt her stomach rumbling with hunger. She looked at the pole and the lure that was fastened at the end of her line. "Might as well give it a try", she conceded. Casting not very far into the water she reeled in to try again. Strike!!!! "Oh my, I don't believe it!" In the next half hour Nikki caught 4 large crappies and a perch. She put them all on the stringer and then relaxed in awe of her good luck. "I'm not sure how I'm going to clean and cook these things but I'll find a way!" Nikki formulated a plan, she would gut the fish with a sharpened flat stone, skewer them on a long stick and cook them over a fire since she was lucky enough to have brought a lighter with her. After her lunch she would follow one of the little streams nearby and find some campers. Her ordeal would be over!!! Nikki felt very pleased with herself. The noon day sun was the only factor that oppressed her now. The cool clear water of the pond looked inviting. "I'll have a swim!", Nikki thought happily. After checking on her captive fish, she began slipping off her clothes: boots, socks, t-shirt, shorts, bra, panties. She felt a naughty thrill at being nude out there in nature, in her own "Garden of Eden". As she waded out from the shore Nikki felt the delicious cool water on her thighs, bottom, it felt so nice on her pussy, and deeper still until her bare, tanned tits were submerged, she was renewed! Nikki floated and played in the water until she was thoroughly refreshed. She watched some ducks dabble in the rushes and cattails nearby. "Hey, lady! What are you doing here?" The spell was instantly broken!!! Nikki looked over to the shore. Her rescue was at hand! "Hi! Wow!, am I glad to see you!!!", Nikki hollered. On the shore there were three men. Two looked rather young, maybe in their early 20's and the other perhaps in his mid 40's. "I got lost in the woods. I need to get back and find my husband!" The older fellow crossed his arms, "Well it sure don't look like you're in any big hurry, lady!" Nikki noticed that he looked rather rough standing there in his blue jeans and tank top. He had black, straight hair with a touch of gray, black eyes, pretty stocky, she thought. "Lady, what are you doing on our land?!!!", the older man sounding rather stern. "Your land? This is a park!!!", Nikki was confused. "You're trespassing on the nation of the Cheyenne! You're on reservation land!" Nikki looked at one of the younger men. He was holding a shotgun!!!! They all had the same black hair and eyes, they were all Indians!!! Nikki was about wild with fear now. Here she was totally naked in the middle of a pond with three strange men (Indians!) who were armed and shouting at her! Nikki tried to sound contrite, "Look, I'm really sorry! I was lost. I didn't know where I was! I need to get back to the park. Can you help me?" The stocky Indian pondered. "Maybe we'll help, if your story checks out . . . now come out of there!" "I can't . . .", poor Nikki was starting to feel very vulnerable, "I need my clothes." The Indians did not exactly smile but they were clearly amused. One of the younger men started looking about for her garments. After several moments he shouted to the older guy, "Hey Pete, look at this!" He was holding up the stringer of fish. The three men began talking among themselves, then the stocky one bellowed, "Consider yourself under arrest!", he appeared angry, "What, you think you can come on to Cheyenne land and take whatever you want? You got no right to fish here. Nothing you say checks out. You said 'lost' but you been fishing, you got fish and a pole and no clothes. You been lying to us, you white bitch!" Nikki realized things had turned for the worse. " My clothes are right by that tree!!!", she protested frantically! "You heard me woman, there's no clothes! Now come out of the water or we're commin in after you!" The youngest Indian pointed the shotgun at her. Nikki was terrified! Covering her naked breasts with her arm and her exposed pubic area with her other hand, Nikki slowly walked from the pond as her heart pounded wildly. She stood in the sunlight, a nude, statuesque figure for the men to stare at. She could feel their eyes on her, all over her! She felt her face blush a hot red from the shame of it as all three guys came closer to her. The younger Indian without the shotgun suddenly grabbed her arms from behind. Nikki began screaming, "Let go of me! What are you doing?!!" The leader tied her wrists with some cord he took from his backpack. Nikki tried to resist but the men kept her firmly under control. Finally, the man behind her took the end of the cord and yanked her hands over her head. Nikki began to tremble. She hardly dared to look at these men who had exposed her so utterly. But they were sure looking at her. Her heaving 36C tits, her dark pubic hair, her curved bottom and thighs all on display now. "Please", she implored, "let me go!!!". "Not much chance of that, white whore. I'm Joe Pete War Eagle, I never lost a prisoner yet." The stocky leader blustered. "You broke our law, you trespassed and you poached, and now you're running around naked like some trashy fuckin' whore. We're gonna take you in to the tribal authority. You gonna pay a big fine for this, bitch, probably go to jail". He looked over at the only item of Nikki's clothes visible, "Those your boots, whore? Put 'em on her, Paul." With that, Joe Pete War Eagle motioned for the youngest Indian to pull the hiking boots on Nikki's bare, wet feet. He glanced over to the other youth holding the shotgun, "You lead, Buck." He gathered the stringer of fish and spoke again to Paul. "That bitch ready? Get her moving!" Paul pulled Nikki by the four foot length of cord attached to her wrists. Joe Pete followed closely behind. Nikki was by now so astonished and humiliated she could hardly speak. The three men were practically running her along a narrow trail, she wearing only her boots, her tits swaying and bouncing, her ample bottom and thighs jiggling every step. She could hear Pete chuckling behind her. Nikki's eyes began filling with tears. Soon to her horror she felt Pete's hand give her bare ass cheek a squeeze as she was hustled forward. He then pinched her other butt cheek and slapped her thigh. "I never seen no naked poacher before", he sneered. "Just look at that ass shake!" Nikki's heart sunk with embarrassment. Even though the Indians were walking with ease Nikki felt like she was running a marathon, her arms being pulled uncomfortably. She was more than glowing now. She was in a complete sweat, panting from the exertion. Pete's abuse of her continued. He was by now pinching and slapping her bare butt constantly, taunting her with relish. "Come on slut, can't you move any faster? Your ass is sure getting red, gonna be even redder if you don't move it! It was a nightmare for poor Nikki. She felt like time had turned backwards and she was a captive white woman in the hands of Indians on the warpath, kidnapped from her cabin during a raid. She was able to get a better look at these wild men now. Buck, the youth with the shotgun was about 5'8" tall. He was maybe 23 or so, built lean with his long black hair in a pony tail. He had just the hint of black hair above his lip, his chin was weak, his skin the lightest brown of the three men. Paul, the one pulling her was 6'1", lean and muscular his hair cut short on top, long in the back. On each of his biceps were tattoos, one of a cougar springing outward and the other a naked woman posing seductively. Pete was behind her still tormenting her exposed backside. She couldn't see him now but he clearly looked the roughest. His face was rugged, acne-scarred, his nose bulbous and crooked. He had a hunting knife on his belt, and a cigarette constantly dangling from his heavy lips. t 5'10" and perhaps 190 lbs. he looked very formidable. Nikki's throat was becoming really parched from the fast pace, her tears were no longer flowing but Pete's constant slapping and poking at her bottom and thighs was irritating her to no end. Up ahead she could see a clearing a couple tents and a rusted blue pick-up truck. A dark -skinned woman was busy tending a small fire. Dressed in tight, blue cut-off jeans and a tube-top, she looked like she would be quite comfortable riding on the back of a Harley. As the group approached her she stood up and raised her sunglasses for a better look. "Shit!!!, What the hell do you got there, Pete?", she laughed. "A prisoner." Pete said bluntly, "Get in the tent, Noel." The Indian woman crawled inside the little dome tent and Joe Pete War Eagle, grabbing a beer from an ice chest, went in as well. End Part I Send comments to: Dr_Disturbo@hotmail.com ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ This post has been reformatted by ASSTR's Smart Text Enhancement Processor (STEP) system due to linelengths exceeding the 75 character limit. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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