Ainsley's Adventures: This Was Our Land - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 - A New Brand of Humiliation.

Ainsley was numb. Her sobs had stopped, but her shaking had not. The fire was warm, more than warm enough to offset the fact she was naked with nothing between her and the cold ground but a blanket. Her body ached, and her vagina throbbed with pain. The thought of him violating her again and entering her in such a state was terrifying. She slowly rocked back and forth, her mind racing. How to escape? What is the best plan? She had taken stock of her surroundings and situation. It was pitch black beyond the fire, and they were about forty feet down in a small canyon. Nemetakah kept the fire going. His mare, and King, were about twenty feet away, both hobbled and tied to a spike in the ground. There was no chance of beating him to a horse and making a break for it, especially with her hands and feet bound. Nemetakah had not removed his rifle from where it was holstered on his mare, obviously feeling it wasn't needed. He did have his knife still, but other than that there was only a coiled rope at his side. Could she get his rifle? If she did, could she properly hold it? Could she deactivate the safety fast enough? Was it even loaded?

If she attempted to escape and failed, she knew the punishment would be worse than a whipping of her ass. She guessed she had one shot. She began to think her only chance was to run and hide in the darkness. She knew her land fairly well, and could make her way back, if she could stay hidden from him long enough. Would a night in the cold spent desperately trying not be found be better than what awaited her otherwise? She thought so, based on what he'd said earlier.

Nemetakah rose and walked to his mare. He reached into a saddle bag and pulled something out. As he walked back to the fire, Ainsley figured out what it was. She was no stranger to branding irons, and watched with dread as placed the end into the fire. She tried not to let her fear show, but failed. She had no doubts what he intended to do with it. Something in her snapped.  She quickly moved to the fire and grabbed the end of a log that was half in the fire. She pulled it out and flung it towards Nemetakah, the firewood teepee collapsing in a spray of sparks as she did so. She didn't wait to see what happened to him, bolting as fast as she could into the darkness and away from the fire. She'd barely made it fifteen feet when she felt something constrict around her, biting into her skin. She realized it was the same way she'd been dismounted earlier. He'd roped her! She quickly reached down and tried to pull the rope off, not slowing down, but he pulled hard on his end, the suddenness of it catching her off guard. The rope bit into her waist, sucking the wind from her lungs, and she landed flat on her back. Pain ripped through her as rocks and sticks bit into her skin.  She felt the rope pull tight, and she started sliding along the ground back towards the fire. The rope burned and tightened around her waist as her body scraped along the broken ground. Her skin ripped in multiple places, and she began to black out from lack of oxygen.

He stopped pulling on the rope, and she felt his hand grab her by the hair. It loosened just enough for her lungs to start moving, and they did so with a fury, pulling in air as fast as they could. She trembled. She'd failed. She had no warning as the back of his hand struck her across the face, and she tasted blood in her mouth. Her face stung, and her cheek bled inside. She felt blood pooling in her mouth and realized a tooth was loose. She began crying uncontrollably. "Please just let me go. Please please please. I haven't done anything to you or your people. Please." She stuttered this out between sobs, her voice shaking.

He pulled her back to her spot on the blanket by her hair, her legs dragging along the ground. She tried to run backwards and lift herself up but he pulled too hard and too swiftly. She tried to grab his hands to unweight the pressure on her hair, but the bonds made that too difficult. She cried out from the pain as rocks cut her feet, calves, and hair began to rip loose just ever so slightly.

"Your attitude only reinforces how blind you are. Your suffering will please the spirits. My people can never get back what you have taken, but we will know vengeance, one white whore at a time."  He shoved her violently to the ground. "Yes, you will be branded. Let the anticipation of this terrify you. That virgin white skin of yours will bear the mark of the Prowling Cougar. If you survive, you will always remember you are our property now."  Ainsley went fetal, her sobs overtaking her in waves. This was a horror. She felt his foot on her head, and he pushed down hard. "Ass up." He said, and he tugged on the rope that was still around her waist for reinforcement. Ainsley resisted, and he pressed her head harder into the dirt. He removed his foot from her head, and then said "Kiss the ground, now, and get your ass up.  Disobedience will result in much worse than the branding iron." For some reason, his strong native accent made his words more powerful than they might have been otherwise. Ainsley shuddered at that, and immediately moved to comply. She pressed her face into the dirt, closing her eyes, and stuck her ass in the air. Shame overtook her, but fear ruled her most of all. She wasn't strong anymore. She was a coward. She just wanted to live her see her baby again, though she knew she would never be the same if she survived this. She decided to surrender. She'd take whatever came, and pray to just get out alive. She could talk to the police later to try and get justice, but something made her doubt that would be successful.

Nemetakah didn't give his approval at her obedience. She sensed activity by him, but kept her eyes closed. Just get through this. She told herself. It will all be over soon. She felt something cold dribble on to her lower back and down into her ass crack. His hand followed shortly after, rubbing whatever it was, she guessed lotion or some kind of oil, into her crack, onto her asshole, and then his finger plunged inside it. Oh God no. She thought. She didn't move. Please not this.  He fingered her roughly with one finger, then inserted a second. His finger were rough and calloused, and grated against her cavity walls, despite the lube. He was definitely preparing her for more, and she knew what that would be. At least she was somewhat lubed this time. Rather than enter her yet, though, he started spanking her brutally, slapping hard and squeezing. Her ass was already abused, cut, scraped, whipped, and definitely sun burnt. He seemed hell bent on doing as much damage to her ass cheeks as possible. The pain was intense, but she took it. She did not move, she did not resist. She knew his cock was going to be in her ass, so she let his fingers work her hole and didn't clench. It would hurt less the more accommodating her ass was.

Finally, she felt him move over her and straddle her. He pressed against her hole, and then firmly entered her. He didn't slow to see if she could take him, he just pressed in. She whimpered in pain, as he was large, and his fingers could only do so much to stretch her. The lube could also have been more generously applied. His cock stuck a little, her ass not letting him in without complaint. It burned, and he pushed all the way in. She felt him almost to her guts, and his balls came to a rest against her vagina. He held there for a minute and she tried to control her breathing, his manhood stretching her both in width and depth. Her ass was on fire, but her whimpers stayed only whimpers. She would not give him the satisfaction of screaming or crying again.  

He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back into her, bottoming out again. Then he began drilling her relentlessly, pounding into her with a fury that she could tell truly did contain rage and anger. He spanked and slapped her ass, alternating between that and running his fingernails down her back. At one point he put one foot on her head and continued to pound her in an awkward side straddle position. Her face scraped and ground into the gravel, the blanket not doing much to separate her from the jagged edges of the rocks. He shifted more weight to the leg on his head, pounding deep and hard, but slowing his pace. She felt something sharper suddenly cut into her ass accompanied by a sharp cracking sound, and realized he had grabbed a small branch and was whipping her with it. She could barely keep from crying, whimpering and occasionally sobbing as he pounded, whipped, and stuffed her face to the ground. After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled out and removed his leg from her head. She almost sat up, but realized she better not move unless instructed. She opened her eyes and could see the fire burning, embers rising into the air.  The handle of the brand stuck out, the end in the fire glowing an ominous bright orange. She nearly threw up as she contemplated what was still to come.

She felt his hand grab her by the hair again, and he pulled her up, harshly, dragging her to her feet. She couldn't help but let out one yelp, but managed to control herself otherwise. He pulled her head back and put his face right up to hers, and then put his lips on hers and kissed her deeply, jamming his tongue into her mouth. He bit her lip, hard, and she tasted blood again. She tried to jerk back, but he pulled her back into him by the hair again, whipping her ass with the branch he still held. Instinctively, she tried to move away from it to lessen the pain as he kept whipping her back and ass, leaving behind streaks of fire on her skin. The branch was jagged and thorny and each whip shredded her flesh. She couldn't stay quiet, letting out small screams with each whack of the branch, and she thrashed violently, causing him to hold on to her hair even harder. He pulled her around in a circle as he kept whipping her. He kept her off balance, pulling her head forward and down as he yanked her around. He showed no emotion. No laughs, no taunts, just physical brutality. It seemed like just a duty to him.

Suddenly, he shoved her hard and she stumbled backwards, nearly falling into the fire. She fell to her back, and could not break her fall with her hands and feet tied as they were. He was on his knees and over her legs in an instant. She felt him undo the rope at her feet, and then his strong hands grabbed her ankles and slid her legs one at a time out from between his legs. He knelt between her spread thighs. Before he entered her, he shoved the branch in her mouth. "Bite this. You will need it." She bit down, terror filling her once more. He plunged his cock into her cavity again, once more with no lube. He pulled her into him by her legs, and began plowing into her with ferocity. Ainsley bit down on the stick, the pain of his onslaught sharp and intense. She closed her eyes and let it happen. The fire was close, and her skin began to burn from too much heat. Still he drilled. She felt his hand on her neck, and he squeezed hard. She began choking, spitting the stick out, gasping for air. She tried to move his hand from her neck, but was getting lightheaded. He let go of her neck and smacked her hard across the face, and grabbed her throat again. He put the stick back in her mouth with the other hand. That was his way of saying not to resist him, she knew.

He kept thrusting, hard and without regard for her. He grabbed her right nipple and pinched firmly. She thought it was going to pop under his squeeze. She nearly reached up to slap his hand away, but bit down on the stick and closed her eyes. Focus on just breathing. Just survive. He pinched, slapped, choked, and fucked her for a few more minutes. Finally, he stopped, but immediately shuffled up along her body until he was straddling her face. He slid his cock into her mouth. Her instinct was to turn her head sideways and try to keep him from entering her face, but she quickly abandoned that idea. That will only bring more pain. Do what he wants. Maybe if he cums he will stop and let you go. She told herself this as he stuffed his cock down her throat. He hit the back of her throat and still kept pounding. She started gagging uncontrollably, but could not get him out of her mouth. His hands gripped each of her ears and pulled hard, keeping her from moving. He began squat thrusting into her throat, his balls slapping her chin with each thrust, her gagging now beyond her control. The relief with the pull out part of each thrust wasn't nearly enough, and she found herself fighting for breath. Her stomach and throat convulsed and she knew her body was trying to throw up. She began dry heaving on his cock, but still he pounded relentlessly. Bile formed in her throat, and with each withdrawal stroke he did she tried to spit out what she could, but saliva and bile filled her mouth and covered her face, along with tears that streamed heavily. This was a full on assault of her face and her body was in reaction mode, not able to handle anything that was happening on a biological level.

Much to her relief, and she realized exactly how bad her predicament was to find this to be a relief at all, he finally pumped his load into her throat, driving deep and holding her head onto his cock as he forced each drop down her throat. He plugged her nose with his fingers and said simply "Swallow it all." When he was satisfied, he stood up. He looked her body over, finding satisfaction in her state of abuse, it seemed. "Stand." He said.

Ainsley wasted no time, standing as quickly as she could. She trembled. She was exhausted, abused, and shaking uncontrollably. Her body was on fire in a hundred places, and a hundred more throbbed. She stood, shakily, trying with all her strength not to collapse. He grabbed the branch and slowly walked around her. She shut her eyes so she did not have to seem him scrutinizing his work, but she could still feel his eyes on her, looking her up and down, interrupted only by the occasional whip of the branch across her chest, back, and ass. Each whip caused her to jerk, but she said nothing, just praying he would be done soon.

"I am finished with you." He said finally. Ainsley let herself feel a little relief, but she still didn't know what was next. Would he kill her? He still hadn't used the brand. Maybe he wouldn't? Ainsley remained standing, awaiting her next instructions. Would he just leave now? He didn't seem to be doing anything to indicate that would be so.  He got dressed, which she thought was a good sign, and then untied her hands. She was starting to think it was over, but he instead tied her hands behind her back. What the hell? She started to panic again, but pushed it down. Stay calm. He had given her hope she could survive. Hang on to that.

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her over to King. "Lean against him." He said, pushing her head towards the side of her saddle. "Stick your ass out." Ainsley knew what this meant.

"Please no. I haven't fought you. You've had your revenge. Just go. I'll find my way home and won't say anything."

His hand grabbed her by the hair and ripped her head back fiercely. "You won't say anything, but not because of fear of me. You will see. No more words. Time to let everyone know who you belong to now. The spirits are almost finished with you. The ritual is almost complete."

Ritual? What the fuck? Ainsley was panicking inside, but she did as asked. There was no stopping it, and no escape. She felt him leave her momentarily, and briefly considered making a run for it or trying to work her way up on to King, but with him hobbled and tied, and her hands bound, she knew that would fail spectacularly. He turned from the fire, and she could see the brand in his hand, glowing red for the last third of its length. The heat emanating from it was such that she could feel it getting closer as he walked back to her.  King shuffled, feeling the heat too. Nemetakah calmed King with a gentle rub and pat on his neck. Strange how he could treat a horse so kindly, and her so brutally. She was just meat to him, less than human. She knew this to her core now.

She felt the brand approach her right ass cheek. The heat burned from it, and she instinctively pulled away. The heat dissipated momentarily as he pulled away, and then moved it towards her left cheek. "Which one?" He asked, but she knew it wasn't really a question for her to answer. He was toying with her, torturing her, building up the suspense. "Right one, I think." She felt the brand approach her right ass cheek again, the heat searing her even though it hadn't touched her yet. The fear and anticipation made her weak in the knees. "Do not fall." He said. "If you move, the brand will drag across your skin, and the pain and burn will be such that you may go into shock, and I doubt you would survive out here alone in such a state. If you wish to live, stay still and accept your mark." She began crying. There was no more controlling it. She pressed against King, the heat from the brand getting closer and closer. Already her right cheek was on fire, and she felt the skin burning. He was taking his time, wanting her to be tortured. He was dragging it out. Normally a brand was quick and done. The pain from the brand would last for days, but you tried to get the actual metal on skin part done with as soon as possible. This was not his tactic, however.

The brand moved closer, and Ainsley cried and whimpered, pressing against King. She knew by extending the distance she was just extending the torture, but she also knew the touch of the brand on her skin would be like nothing she had ever felt before, and that was saying a lot given what she had been through today. Finally, she felt the brand touch her skin. She convulsed, pulling away involuntarily. He pulled the brand back. "See, now I must do it again. You moved too much." Ainsley's body began to go into shock. She could feel it. Tears and sobs poured out of her. She tried to stand still and just get this over with, but the fear and pain was such that she was not in control. Suddenly, she felt the brand again, directly where it had been. White hot pain flooded from her ass cheek, the power of it filling her whole body. She couldn't help it, and collapsed. She shook violently, rolling and trying to put her hand over the wound.

"Do not get it dirty or it will get infected." Nemetakah said over her shrieks and sobs. "You don't want to lose the whole leg, or worse."  He walked back to the fire, though Ainsley could barely see as her eyes were saturated from tears and she was barely able to make anything out. She managed to get on to her knees, and tried to regain her breath. Her ass cheek was feeling a level of trauma she'd never even been close to. She couldn't keep from shifting, as if she could move away from the pain of the burn, but it got worse, not better. Burns did that, and she had been burnt twice.  The only positive side was she couldn't feel anything else but the brand at the moment.

"Stay kneeled." He said, walking back to her. "Open your mouth and prepare to use it for pleasure again." Ainsley reeled. She thought this was over.

"I...I thought you said were done with me?" She stammered out, trying to be strong, but barely getting the words out between sobs.

"I am, but he is not." Nemtakah said, nodding towards King. "This noble beast has born your time and again, carrying your weight and corrupted spirit far more than such a majestic creature should have to. One like you stains spirits such as this one. You will repay him tonight." It took a moment for Ainsley to really figure out what he meant, and when she did a new level of humiliation and horror, a level she didn't know could be felt, settled into her. It was like a punch to her gut, and she almost began gagging. She started to speak again, but his hand flashed out and he caught her face with a vicious backhand. "Still you speak. Perhaps I can make sure you don't say anything by doing as I promised." He reached for his knife.

Ainsley panicked. "No no here!" She cried. She opened her mouth wide, holding it open while she sobbed, tears rolling dwon her face. Her stomach recoiled at the thought of what was happening, and what was to come. Sure enough, Nemetakah removed his hand from his knife, and grabbed King by the bridle. He turned the horse towards Ainsley and began maneuvering him over her.

"Get on all fours." He said. "You must get under him." Ainsley complied, holding her mouth open. The scent of horse flooded her, and a far stronger scent approached her face, filling her senses, as he maneuvered King into position. Ainsley was now staring at King's massive horse cock, directly in front of her. She wasn't sure what to do as she hadn't been commanded, so she didn't move. "Please him now. Do not delay or fail him. Put him in your mouth and use your hand to stimulate him." Again, Nemetakah was so unemotional with his commands. Ainsley was getting sick, but obeyed. She put the tip of King's organ on her lips, and used her hand to stimulate the rest of him. She was not prepared for how quickly he became erect, and definitely wasn't prepared for the size. King's tip filled her mouth. She gagged from the taste and the mere thought of what was happening. She kept moving her hand, tears streaming down her face. "Keep going. Please him." Nemetakah said. "Suck harder and deeper. You serve him now, not the other way around. You will always serve him now."

Ainsley began sobbing as she did as he commanded, moving her head up and down on King's cock, stroking away. Again, just get this over with, and then maybe finally be done? King shuffled, the stimulation getting a reaction from him. He snorted, and suddenly he thrust strongly into her. Horses mated on instinct, and Ainsley knew what was coming. His sudden force knocked her backwards and King took a few more thrusts but found only air. "Take him back into your mouth!" Nemetakah shouted at her, reaching under to grab her by the hair and push her back towards her duty. Ainsley resumed, her throat in pain from the forceful thrust she had just endured. King began thrusting again, knocking Ainsley's head back with each thrust, his strength and bulk intimidating and frightening. His giant horse cock assaulted her throat and stretched her mouth to the point she was sure it was going to tear. Nemetakah held her head in place as she serviced the beast.

Suddenly, Nemetaka pulled her by the hair out from under King. "Get on all fours." He said. "Now he will have your ass." Ainsley moved to all fours, but hit another height of panic. That's not possible. She thought. He will rip me apart. She knew the consequence of disobedience would be worse, though. She got on all fours doggy style, and Nemetakah moved King so he was standing over her. King was riled up now, still very erect, and clearly wanted to finish what was started. He was a stallion, uncut, and breeding was still strongly in his nature. "Straighten your legs and present your ass to his cock." Nemetakah said, commandingly. Ainsley straightened her knees, taking her from all fours kneeling to something that looked like she was playing Twister. Her palms on the ground, but her legs straight and ass up against King's belly. Nemetakah poured the liquid he had used earlier all over her, rubbing her hole with it. He jammed two fingers in again to loosen her, but just for a few seconds. She felt the tip of King's organ press against her. It was huge, and heavy. The weight pressed against her and she began to tremble with fearful anticipation. She heard Nemetakah give King a few encouraging taps on the rump, and suddenly King thrusted violently.

The pain rivaled the brand. King's massive organ penetrated her, stretching her sphincter and lighting her entire anal cavity on fire. She convulsed, trying to pull off, the pain in full effect. King did not know sympathy and was not making love to her. Her comfort was not something he even knew to consider. He knew only primal instinct to breed, and to do that he had to thrust and ejaculate. He thrust violently, prancing and shuffling. Ainsley's arms and legs gave way a couple times, but the size of King's cock in her kept her suspended. He thrusted into her repeatedly and reamed her insides as he did so. She felt like a log had been jammed inside her and was being rammed inside her furiously, and that was pretty close to what was happening. Ainsley started to black out, coming in and out of consciousness. At one point, she felt King convulse and felt something warm flood her insides. She felt it trickle out her asshole and down her crack, dripping over her vagina and off her clit to the ground below. King suddenly and swiftly pulled out, and she felt like her cavity had been turned inside out, and maybe it had. She was too in shock and in so much pain she couldn't make heads from tails. She collapsed to the ground, shrieks and sobs emanating from her. She was no longer in control. She was broken.

As she shivered, she felt King move away from her. Her brand still burned white hot, her nerves damaged. Her cavities, both of them, but especially her ass, burned in a different way, and she knew she was bleeding from them. Her nipple, which Nemetakaha had tried to squish to pulp, also throbbed, but was dull compared to everything else. Various bruises and cuts on her face, tits, back, knees, and ass burned sharply, and the welts from being whipped were a full body background sensation of pain that underlaid everything else. How am I still alive? She cried to herself. I don't think I will be for much longer. She shook violently, shivers racking her body. There was no escape.

Nemetakah took control of her. The next few minutes were a blur. In shock, she felt him untie her, and he managed to load her onto King's back. He retied her into the position he had when he had first captured her, tying her hands around King's neck and her ankles to the stirrups. She was positioned laying down against his neck again, her now branded and reamed ass straddling the saddle. Compared to what she was feeling, this was barely even noticeable now.

"You have pleased the spirits and performed your part of the ritual. You are less than nothing, but everything on this planet serves its purpose. Your people seem to have a purpose only of destruction, selfishness, and consequence, but today you found a new purpose. Today you belong to the Prowling Cougars. We may call on you again if the spirits demand it." As Ainsley was contemplating his words, he reached up and grabbed her hair, and his knife appeared in his other hand.

This is it. Ainsley thought. He is going to kill me. Oh well. I tried. Please forgive me everyone. Her life flashed before her eyes, regrets flooding her mind in a non-stop series of thoughts and images. The knife edged closer, but it wasn't her neck it stopped at. In one swift motion, Nemetakah sliced the hair he held between his hand and her head. He grabbed a few more sections and roughly cut those loose as well.

"Something for the spirits to remember you by." He said simply, stuffing the hair into a pouch on his belt. "Go home now." With that, he gave King a sharp smack on the ass and King began trotting away from the camp.

He knew the way home. Ainsley knew he wouldn't stop until he got to the barn. It was late, and cold, and she was abused, naked, tied, and exposed. Nothing to do but ride this out and hold on to what little spark of life she had left. They were at least three hours from home, and she was sure everyone was looking for her. Three hours of bouncing on King, tied, reeling, and trying not to go into shock.

She could survive this. She had to. Revenge had to be hers now.