Episode 6: Peyote Ugly

Stacy Puma was in and out of consciousness due to the alcohol and Peyote she was subjected to. The combination left her seeing and hearing things all around her. Although her vision blurred, she knew there were people all around her. Hearing distant drums that she wasn’t even certain existed, maybe those were heartbeats. Chanting whispers that she attributed to her ancestors. Why did her arms and legs feel strained?

She couldn’t even form words let alone sentences. Yet, she heard a man talking to her. Then two more voices, her eyes rolling back fighting to locate their echo, but her lashes whip as if bats in her belfry. Where was she? For a split second she goes so far as to ask herself, “What am I?” That was weird. Wait! A voice had asked her “What are you?” So confusing! Dilated pupils’ strain to pinpoint the voices but see only moving shadows. Her body reacts to touch, twitching, almost afraid of them. Where did they go? Don’t leave. She couldn’t decide which was correct. Terrified one second. Thankful the next. So many questions. No answers. She could only cope with her thoughts and await an outcome.

“She is gone, Roland.” Fred Daylight looked more closely at her. Reaching in to physically attempt to lift her right eyelid. Her hyperactive nerves pulled away with a deafening groan.

The elder and local sheriff stood back expressionless. His Goddaughter reeling from the effects of foreign substances. Too his side stood Joseph Crawling Cub and Fred. They had carried Stacy into the back room of the bar, caring for her in her intoxicated swarm of thoughts. Yet, with sinister purpose. Although he adored his Goddaughter, Roland Moody had a dark side. Evil spirit some might say. He wasn’t all bad, merely older and wanting more from life.

Over the years he had grown close to his Goddaughter and Godson. Watching Stacy become the wild child that she was, concerned him yet made him a little too obsessed. What happened tonight at his bar made him rethink being just a Godparent. Being a Sheriff gave him more authority in the area. He made a lot of money selling drugs on the side and watching Stacy make such good money doing as she did give him ideas of his own. Not that he wanted to hurt her. Just use her.

Stacy dangled from her ankles and wrists. Suspended from the rafters of the bar between four pulleys and long lengths of rope. Spread eagle for the most part, Joseph and Fred looked after her body which was in obvious discomfort. As commanded by Roland himself even they fret for her safety. Dabbing her forehead with cool compresses to assist in keeping a fever down that she had incurred, brought on by the Peyote. This was her first experience with the drug. She was smiling one minute, weeping the next. The visions she was seeing in her mind were twisted. Wolf calls all around she even pictured wolves licking her and trying to mount her in wolfy fashion although not even in such a pose. Out of nowhere she puckered her lips and began making rapid fire smooching kisses that sounded an awful like calling a pup, then a rash of giggles.

“Joseph? You watched how Stacy set up her room online, correct? Set up another. Use her account to make her money.” Roland ordered.

Nodding with affirmation the lank Apache went to work getting online. He had seen Xander establish his password. Getting in was easy. Once he reached his destination he looks his loitering leader, “Private room set up. Offering an invite now.”

“Good.” Roland removes his tribal headband and dons a ski mask. Tossing one to each of his lackey’s, “No one is to see our faces.” Prepping done; Roland strips out of his clothing. He was decently fit for a man of 60. Viagra encouraging him he boasted a healthy eight-inch erection, one thick and worthy. Fred ready and manning the webcam pushed the cart it had rested on most of the night closer to Stacy.

The audience online was growing after Joseph opened up with $500 as a cap. $1,000 for extreme acts. Her audience was still around and were easily swayed into another insane show. They loved Stacy Puma aka ApacheSlut. Reaching $500 Roland moved in front of the webcam and spoke. He had removed his shirt to avoid the possibility of being recognized from earlier.

“As you can see behind me ApacheSlut is ready for another round. She is pretty drunk and has taken a dose of Peyote as requested, to intensify her pleasure, as well as yours.”

Roland steps to Stacy’s side and motions Fred to hover over her face. Patting Stacy on the cheek repeatedly she did her best to revive and focus. Eying him with a narrowed gaze. Weak and immobile.

“Stacy? Your audience is waiting on you. Wake up.”

Her voice was dry, but she manages to whisper, “I won’t let them down.” She didn’t know exactly why she even admitted that. It just came naturally.

“Do you want your first challenge?”

Smiling she tries not to laugh under the drugs influence. Everything to her was suddenly amusing. The colors around her were creating an expression of awe as her neck circles to follow them, as if rainbow colors were dancing the Twist.

“Stacy? Do you want your first challenge?” He asks again.

“Yes.” As if she knew and truly understood.

Her viewers were hesitant to offer any challenge at first. They seemed concerned for her safety. She was in a bondage room. All around her these men were various shackling devices. Poles with pleasure weapons of choice. Stacy appeared too drunk and unresponsive to know what exactly was happening to her, yet she did offer those kissy face moments like before when dealing with puppy love. Just when her audience began to question Roland, she belts out a shrill wolf call. In the back of her mind, she recalled that quite vividly. Looking up with studying eyes she quickly darts her gaze from limb to limb.

“Swing set! Weeee!” She shifted her body from side to side.

“Yes, Stacy. A very comfortable swing set.” Of course, it wasn’t but he led her to believe that. So far, she was behaving to their advantage.

“Sex swing?” She manages giggling at herself.

“Your favorite swing. You love having great sex in this swing.”

“Yay! Push me.”

Harboring a devious smirk Roland lightly sways her in the air gripping the ropes. Her limbs refused pain under the influence, bourbon calming her nerve centers. The peyote had established a fantasy world that prompted giggles then sighs of content. Stacy was becoming giddy and expectant, needy then at a loss.

“Where is Xander?” She looks around her. “I miss Xander.” Did she really? He was just a pack mule assistant. Right?

“He stepped outside for a while. You are safe.”

“I know. Challenge me.” She giggles uncontrollably. She really didn’t know.

The laptop began to ping. The interest in her predicament was escalating the more she communicated in her own cheery but snide mannerisms. Every guy loved a sloppy drunk whore. One that would do anything. To them this was just another ejaculation fest. Carried into BDSM. Clearing his throat Joseph Crawling Cub reads a challenge. It was straight forward.

“Just fuck her already.”

Roland lowers his gaze while still clutching the ropes above her ankles. He shakes the ropes to revive her waning attention. Those pesky colors were snapping imaginary fingers. Her awe of such weirdness expressed a muffled, “Whoa! Red handed!”

“Your audience has asked me to fuck you. Is this what you want?” He makes certain that both she and her fans heard him quite clearly. She licks her dry lips with a questioning scowl, the bourbon talking. Cottonmouth! Making an attempt to think she blurts out something that catches Roland off guard.

“As long as it’s not Griffin again. You’re not Griffin, right?” Roland glared out over her puzzled demeanor. “So not cool Bro! Well, kinda cool!” Had his Godson taken his sister sexually? Interesting! He would keep that revelation in mind.

“I am not Griffin.”

“Good. So wrong. Felt so right. So wrong. Fuck you, Griffin.” She curls a finger up as if flipping her brother, the bird. It was her ring finger. Close enough! “FUCK ME GRIFFIN!” Uhhh?

“Your fans have offered much money for this. Would you let them down?” Roland needed confirmation as his left hand released the rope in order to stroke his cock. Perched a mere inch from Stacy’s breathing twat. Fred Daylight had the webcam zoomed in on her vulva with Roland’s crown zeroing in.

“I never let my Boys down. Just Griffin! He I let up, down! Weee!” She huffs and then glares awkwardly at the webcam poised at her. She smiles at it recognizing at least that much, “Hi Boys.” Stacy attempted to pucker a kiss but couldn’t feel her lips. Instead, she droops her jaw and giggles, eyelids batting uncontrollably. Bats in the belfry, again!

Fred glances up at his buddy Joseph with a look of “Why are we doing this to Stacy?” Joseph shrugged and kept his mouth shut. Roland paid him too well to piss him off.

Easing his cock forward Roland Moody rolled it amid her surprisingly wet labia. The peyote must be exercising her hormones. Merely touching her inner thighs made Stacy strain against her bonds, back arching to express a deafening moan. Her nerve endings were on fire baking at the slightest touch.

“I love blue. I see you blue. Are you the ocean?” She giggles loudly.

Eyes feeding off of her childlike persona Roland eases his cock in deeper. Allowing her to react to every inch he fed her. Said reaction led to another wolf call followed by, “Look! Wolf puppies. They’re so cute. Here poopy.” Puppy! She attempts a kissing noise that was more blown muffled spitting air through her lips.

Roland smirks, “The pups like you.”

“I lick them too.” She meant like them too, her words distorted but trying to focus on accuracy. As long as they weren’t poopy. No scat, dammit! Scats and doggystyle’s did not get along. Well, unless it was pin the tail on the doggy. She loved it up her ass. “EyWHORE!” That came out of nowhere.

He begins thrusting in shallow moves. Too fast and too hard might destroy her overactive senses. He himself knew peyote well. Stacy’s response led to her head tilting back to purr through catlike squalls. Roland’s hands gripping her upper thighs held her firm. In and out. Escalating then slowing. Fred hovering the webcam first over Roland’s penetration point then showing her viewers a panoramic view of her belly, heaving breasts, and finally her expression. Capturing the Puma’s high pitch whines as her head dangled, she wagged her tongue then licked her pouty lips at the thick rippling sensations invading her cunt. Eyes white from rolling back beyond her eyelids she envisioned Xander. Wait! Who was Xander again? Fred couldn’t help but get hard, against his better judgement.

Joseph heard a knock on the door behind them. He knew who it was. With the bar closed only two other people had keys. The knock was merely respect. Stepping away Joseph opens the door and motions for the visitor to remain quiet and out of view of the webcam.

Virgil Singing Bear, the bouncer had brought a few friends with him as requested by Roland. His trustworthy few. Six to be precise. Each filing in and hugging the far wall to watch their tribal leader fucking the lovely ApacheSlut. Virgil growled under his breath, he had known and loved Stacy Puma most of her life. Seeing her nude was nothing new. But fucking her in this condition began to bother him. His respect for Roland Moody was iffy at the moment.

As Fred panned across her body once more, he gave a sideways close up of her left breast. Her nipple was literally rising before the camera. It was perfection. He used his free hand’s index finger to reach in and flick the nipple just to watch it bounce back into place. From there he moved back down toward Roland’s cock entering her with warm pink pussy expressing vibrantly as it stretched around his girth and followed his beast back out of the cave. Retreating as he forced his cock back inside. Get back in there!

Crouching under Stacy’s ass he primed the webcam up to see another side of Roland’s fucking. His balls slapping against her lower cheeks and inner thigh sounded like thunderclaps during his reign dance, trickles of her Puma juice dripping along her flesh. Forming into tiny droplets that he managed to capture falling to the floor. Could she hear a faucet running? So thirsty! Fucking cottonmouth!

Stacy’s moans were becoming shrill echoing incoherent whispers. Curious of her words Fred stood up and carried the cam toward her face to listen in. Her whispers pretty much gibberish. Yet, he could make out the word, “Griffin.” Deciding to pat her cheek to make her eyes open Fred grips her hair and tugs at it.

“Want to talk to your fans out there?” She smiles with snot streaks creeping from her nose. He at least cared enough to wipe her nose with his shirt sleeve.

“When are you going to challenge me?” She manages to recite, almost as if not realizing she was being screwed. Then a moan erupted for her fans to absorb. Eyes begging! A sniffle that appeared joyous. Behind them the computer began pinging. Standing by with a hint of depression Joseph read the OBEY ME SLUT request.

“Put nipple clamps all over her.”

Roland continues his ride yet motions with a nod toward a table of intricacies. Joseph in his hoodie made the journey, returning with a number of clamps. Posing his fingers for the camera Fred had directed toward her nipples he shows off clamps pinching them open and closed like a gator’s jaws. Connected to them were a chain attached to bulbous weights. After a voyeur examination he clamps her right nipple which was closest to him. The tight pinch forced a shrill yelp from Stacy’s throat. The simplest pain escalated throughout her body and strangely zeroed in on her G-spot as Roland’s big cock tantalized it from within. “I FELT THAT! THAT TOO!” She busted up laughing then just as swiftly made an expression of pure ecSTACY.

Watching Stacy tensing her every nerve Joseph added the second clamp creating an even louder cry that made Fred cringe. The weights dangling to the sides of her breasts pulling her nipples outward like a V. V for Vengeful! Once Joseph stepped back Fred rolls the laptop cart with him to go beyond the cords current reach. Moving three feet behind her head he offers her viewers a full body exposure. They could see every inch of her upper body like a desert of pleasurable dunes that flowed for miles until reaching God above. A God named Roland Moody. Her face tilted back toward the camera, jaw wide and moaning one moment then re-evaluating and clenching her teeth. Biting became fun if there was only something to bite. Her eyes attempting to focus on something within reach. “Yo, Xander! Where are you when I need you. Feed Puma!” Nope! No Xander. “Am I putting on a good show?” She glares at the camera awkwardly, her breasts bobbing about at Roland’s rapidly increasing thrusts.

Fred had to take a chance. He shared a disappointed expression. “They don’t think you’re being loud enough. You are kind of quiet tonight.”

Licking her lips, she attempts to cry out a wolf call, then a loud ear cringing round of cries. She was trying her best to focus on her sensations. If the peyote was doing its job, she should be feeling really kinetic. That simple acknowledgment led her to scream bloody murder and truly absorb the clamps pinching, Roland’s fucking, his every thrust now picked up on like thunderclouds rolling across the sky.

“Louder they ask.” Fred prods. His guilt vanishing.

Stacy’s limbs trembled as her body did its best to quake about in the air, the ropes holding firm but her frame tossing about. Each time her nipple clamps weights danced along her ribs and armpits. Her voice screaming, “FUCK ME GRIFFIN.” rose the bar. Everyone in the room heard her and reacted with surprise. Virgil Singing Bear especially. He was Griffin’s childhood friend.

Heads were shaking as her remark kept repeating itself louder and louder. An orgasm was coming. Her inner fantasies becoming more and more evident. Writhing wildly against her bonds Stacy gushed a tsunami of cum all over Roland, the overflow spilling to the wood floor at his feet. Crouching lower Fred captured her flood pouring to the planks, it was amazing. It just kept streaming. Like a narrow waterfall.

Roland Moody continued his assault. For a man in his 60’s he had strength. Control! The Viagra he had popped holding him firm and sturdy. Way of the Warrior!

Hearing pings Joseph read the next request, noting the timer was almost out, including the laptops battery charge. He quickly plugged the laptop into an outlet, Fred forced to follow with the webcam cord pulled taunt. They would have to film from a distance now. Joseph warned the viewers they were going to have to cough up more money to Stacy’s account if they intended the show to go further.

While he awaited money to build one of Roland’s trusted left the back room and ran out to the Mechanical Bull. He unhooked an extension cord then stopped at hearing Stacy screaming loudly. A glance down at the immobile Xander he grits his teeth.

“Your ApacheSlut is cumming hard White Man.” Garrett Lone Elk expressed.

Hearing her for himself Xander managed to roll onto his side watching Garrett race back to the opened door. He could see Roland’s bare ass fucking the suspended Stacy. His reality wanted to laugh but his true sensibility felt empathy. They were hurting her. As the door closed Xander fell forward on his stomach, hands outstretched. “I’m coming Squaw!” So was she!

Hurrying to plug the cords together Joseph and Fred were allowed to move closer once again. Rolling the cart back behind Stacy’s head where they originally were. The money calculator reached at another $500. Her income now a grand during this session. A viewer types his reminder, “You said a $1000.00 she would get extreme.” Joseph nods and moves beside Fred in front of Stacy’s face then gripping her by the hair tugging it hard to garner her attention. She stares directly up at Joseph then snickered.

“Hey! It’s my buddy Josephus Cub in Cradle.” Crawling Cub, close enough! “Hi Josephus.” Giddy while still expressing her sensations at Roland’s barrage between her thighs she kisses at Joseph. “I wuvs Cubby this smooch.” Much!