Message-ID: <21790asstr$945151801@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Dr Disturbo Subject: {ASSM} "In The Wild" Part 7 Lines: 138 X-Original-Message-ID: <3849F7DA.5C19@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 05:24:14 GMT Date: Tue, 14 Dec 1999 01:10:01 -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 (Part VII) by Dr Disturbo (M/f, F/f, nc, humil, spanking) This story is fictional and contains humiliation, non-consensual sex & spanking If you are offended by these themes or are not an adult, don't read it. *************************************************************************** **** Gradually, Nikki Burton came back into the conscious world. She had been kneeling with her face in the thighs of her sexy female captor for several minutes. Pete had long since pulled his cock out of her. The abused wife could feel the warm, sticky semen slowly dripping from her used, stretched anus. She raised her head and looked up at Noel. The Indian woman spoke, "Will you be honest about something else?" "Yes." Nikki whispered, too exhausted to talk out loud. "Did it turn you on to lick my toes, to lick my pussy?", the dark-eyed beauty inquired. The captive looked around. The men were busy breaking camp, no longer observing the white woman's actions. She bit her lip then confided, "Yeah, at first it almost made me sick, but I ended up really liking it. It even turned me on when you called me those dirty names and treated me so badly. I didn't want to like it, but I couldn't help it." Smiling inscrutably, Noel responded, "I wish circumstances were different. Maybe we'll meet again, Nikki Burton. Now get up, slut!" Taking the leash off her plaything, Noel walked Nikki over near the card table. "Here's your boots and here's the towel, put 'em on for now and I'll get dressed and find you some soap. The naked Indian woman went into her tent and soon returned dressed and handed Nikki a little bar of motel soap. "I'll show you where you can wash." She led Nikki down a path to a small clear stream a short distance from the camp. "Get yourself cleaned up, when you're finished get back to the camp, we're gonna be leaving in about an hour." Nikki's body ached from all the day's exertions. Washing in the brisk stream made her feel so much better. The water felt especially nice on her sore ass cheeks, still smarting from all the spanking. After performing all her duties to freshen herself up, the blue-eyed housewife wrapped the towel around her and headed up the trail. **************** For a moment Nikki thought she had become lost again. No tents, no truck, no Indians anywhere in sight. Over by the fallen log and doused fire Nikki saw her fishing pole, stringer, and a brown paper bag. There was writing on the paper, "Good trade, Nikki Burton". The surprised wife opened the bag to find her hip pack, T-shirt, camping shorts, socks, and underthings. Still puzzled, Nikki quickly put them on and looked for tire tracks. She found them easily then followed through the open woods to find a jeep trail only a stone's throw away. Nikki picked a direction and continued her hike on the trail until it converged with a dirt and gravel road. Nikki frowned. She was still lost. The housewife walked along the dusty road until she was at a high spot. She looked about and noticed a cloud of dust some distance from her. It occurred to her that it might be a vehicle headed her way! The blue pick-up again? Nikki patiently waited but soon she could see and hear the vehicle approaching. She stood by the road and waved her arms frantically. The large green Chevy truck slowed down. "I'm rescued!", Nikki was ecstatic. The driver of the truck slowly rolled down his window. Nikki became worried that he was with the Cheyenne tribe, that he might ask about her fishing pole. He appeared to be wearing a uniform. "Can I help you, ma'am?, he inquired politely. The man was clearly not an Indian, in fact, he looked like a Park Ranger. "Yes, I'm lost and need to get back to the National Park!", she stated hopefully. "Well your not very far away, hop in ma'am, I'll take you there.", was the reply. Nikki tossed her fishing pole in the truck bed and jumped in. As the sturdy Ranger drove along he spoke to Nikki, "I have to ask you, did you do any fishing while on this game preserve? You understand it is a violation." Nikki was perplexed, "I thought we were on the Cheyenne Indian Reservation". "No ma'am, that's almost twenty miles from here". The disoriented wife sat silently. The ranger continued, "Good thing you flagged me down ma'am. It's not safe to be out alone. There's three guys escaped from the release center last Thursday. It's reported they might still be around here." Nikki sat back in her seat and closed her eyes. It had been a long, hot summer day. The End 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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