Stacy Puma Ch. 06: 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 around. Hearing distant drums that she wasn't even certain existed. Chanting whispers. 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 roll back then fight to see. 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 confused.

Eyes strain to locate the voices but see moving shadows. Her body reacts, twitching. 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's gone, Roland." Fred 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 Daylight. They had carried Stacy into the back room of the bar. Caring for her. 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 her 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 gave 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 caringly. As commanded by Roland himself. Dabbing her forehead with cool compresses to assist in keeping a fever she had, brought on by the Peyote. This was her first experience with the drug.

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

The lank Apache went to work getting online. He had seen Xander establish his password. Getting in was easy. Once he reaches his destination he looks up, "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. Thick and worthy. Fred manned the webcam pushing the cart it had rested on most of the night closer to Stacy.

The audience online was growing after Joseph opened up with $500.00 as a cap. $1,000.00 for extreme acts. Her audience was still around and were easily swayed into another insane show. They loved Stacy Puma aka ApacheSlut. Reaching $500.00 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. Too 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 natural.

"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 colors were moved.

"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 these men were shackling devices. Poles with pleasure weapons of choice. Stacy appeared too drunk and unresponsive to know what was happening.

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 averts her gaze.

"Am I on a swing set?" She sighs loudly.

"Yes, Stacy. A very comfortable swing set." Of course it wasn't but he led her to believe that.

"Sex swing?" She manages giggling at herself.

"Your favorite swing. You love having great sex in this swing."

"Yay! Push me."

Roland smirks and lightly sways her in the air gripping the ropes. Her limbs refused pain under the influence. Bourbon calmed her nerve centers. The Peyote created a fantasy world. Stacy was becoming giddy and expectant.

"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 awhile. 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 escalated. Every guy loves a sloppy drunk whore. One that would do anything. To them this was just another ejaculation fest. Carried into BDSM.

Joseph 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!"

"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. Trying 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 glares at her. 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.

"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.

"I never let my Boys down." She huffs and glares awkwardly at the webcam poised next to her face. 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.

Fred looks back at 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.

Roland eases his cock forward rolling 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 on fire 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 puppy." She attempts a kissing noise that was more blown muffled 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.

He begins thrusting in shallow moves. Too fast and too hard might destroy her overactive senses. He himself knew Peyote well. Her response led to her head tilting back to moan. Roland's hands grip her upper thighs and hold her firm. In and out. Escalating then slowing. Fred hovering the webcam first over Roland's penetration then showing her viewers a panoramic view of her belly, heaving breasts, and finally her expression. Capturing high pitch whines as her head dangled. Eyes white from rolling back beyond her eyelids. 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 keeps. 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 her condition bothering him. His respect for Roland Moody was iffy at the moment.

As Fred panned across her body once again 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 to reach in and flick the nipple 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.

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. Trickles of her juices dripping along her flesh. Forming into tiny droplets that he managed to capture falling to the floor.

Stacy's moans were becoming shrill echoing 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 cares enough to wipe her nose with his sleeve.

"When are you going to challenge me?" She manages to recite. Almost as if she 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.

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 hood made the journey. Returning with a number of clamps. Posing his fingers for the cam 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 examination he clamps her right nipple closest to him. The tight pinch forced a shrill yelp from Stacy's throat. The simple pain escalated throughout her body. Tensing her every nerve. Adding the second clamp created an even louder cry that made Fred cringe. The weights dangling to the sides of her breasts pulling her nipples outward like a "V". Once Joseph steps 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. Her face tilted back toward the camera, jaw wide and moaning. Her eyes attempting to focus.

"Am I putting on a good show?" She glares at the camera awkwardly. Her breasts bobbing about at Roland's thrusts.

Fred had to take a chance. He shares a disappointed expression.

"They don't think you're loud enough."

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 pain. Roland's fucking. His every thrust now picked up on like thunder rolling across the sky.

"Louder they ask." Fred prods. His guilt vanishing.

Her body trembles as her body does its best to quake about in the air. Her 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."

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. 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.

Crouching lower Fred captured her flood pouring to the floor at Roland's feet. 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 holding him firm and sturdy.

Hearing pings Joseph read the next request. Noting time was almost out. Including the laptop batteries charge. He quickly plugged the laptop into an outlet. Fred forced to follow. They would have to film from a distance now. As 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 grit his teeth.

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

Hearing her for himself Xander rolled on to 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.

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.

Money reached at another $500.00. Her income now a Grand during this session. A viewer types, "You said a $1000.00 she would get extreme."

Joseph nods and moves beside Fred in front of Stacy's face. He grips her by the hair tugging it hard to garner her attention. She stares at Joseph directly.

"Hey! It's my buddy Joseph. Hi Joseph."

Giddy while still expressing her sensations at Roland's barrage between her thighs she kisses at him.

"Your fans want extreme. You have $1000.00 now. What do you have to say to them?"

"More money." She giggles and wags her tongue.

Pings read the audience is prepared to add funds to her account. Everyone just had to know how far this could go. They had all night to spare. Unlocking the account on her cell they are allowed to increase things to $2000.00. Joesph nods to himself, "Horny Guys. Up to $2000.00."

Locking it he shows Roland the amount. He didn't care. His heartrate and sweat build up made him struggle. Wavering he pulls out of her and steps back.

"Lower her to the floor."

Fred captures her face in order to let Virgil, Garrett, and the others lower her pulleys. On the way down Roland stops them.

"Only her feet. Raise her arms. Dangle her."

Squealing at her body's change of scenery she felt blood flowing back into her legs. The pain of her 125 pound body dangling from her wrists felt excruciating. Yet the Peyote compensated it with pleasure. Chin touching her chest she dangled and swayed. Her toes barely touching the wood floor. Once the pulley is tied off Roland walks over to the far wall and procures two Floggers. Both made of leather. A bucket of water sat next to their hangers. Dipping both tips of the floggers to get them wet he moves back to Stacy. Circling her he begins with a swat to her perfect heart shaped ass. The impact made her perk up. Awe on her face. Another impact to her upper thigh makes her yelp. Again he circles her.

"Tell your viewers what you are." Roland uses the handle of a flogger to lift her chin. Her eyes brightening up with a more coherent realization. She focuses on his face.

"Rol--" He stops her from revealing his name by pressing the handle upward.

"Answer my question."

Eyes trembling she recalls the question and replies once he lowers the flogger.

"I'm their slut."

"Louder. They did not hear you. Make them believe."

The webcam draws in toward her face. Stacy pouts with conviction, "I'M THEIR SLUT."

Roland steps back then makes a backhanded swat with his flogger. It slashes across her stomach leaving a red mark.

"LOUDER. MORE EMOTION." He growls.

Her eyes plead toward the camera, "I'M YOUR SLUT. ABUSE ME."

Both floggers slash at once. Her legs and over her tits. The nipple clamps swaying about from the collision.

"THESE MEN DEMAND EXTREME. DO YOU CONSENT?" Roland winces stepping behind her placing one flogger under his armpit. His free hand reaching up to yank her head back by her hair. Fred standing on his tiptoes to capture her expression and response. She forces her gaze to look down at the camera.

"ANYTHING YOU WANT. I WILL NOT DISOBEY." Stacy hisses. Her mind becoming sharper by the minute.

Joseph chuckles behind Fred in view of Stacy, "Time for the donkey?"

Stacy hisses, "Fuck you Joseph." then laughs.

Roland releases her hair then motions everyone back. Pacing he returns to using both floggers. Time and time again he graced her flesh. Her moans escalating. Finally, Roland stands directly in front of her and guides the handle of the flogger up her pussy. Her mouth dropping at his choices. Fucking her with the handle as her eyes shimmer with unintentional delight.

Enough time spent Roland moves back toward the wall and finds a cart which he wheels toward her. Looking down at it Stacy's eyes bulge. On it was a battery pack and a web of electrodes. Whimpering she eyes the webcam.

"I LOVE YOU GUYS."

Pings return their affection as Joseph monitors the conversations.

Roland had just enough length of cord to reach her right side. Removing the nipple clamps he sets them aside. Switching to another set of nipple clamps. These attached to electrodes with dangling wires. Once attached he crouches in front of her and applies blue patches along her inner thighs. Needing more room he snaps an order.

"Spread her ankles with the ropes taunt."

Garrett and another "Patrick Stares at Sun", do as told until Roland felt satisfied. This gave Roland room to clamp electrodes to both sides of Stacy's labia. Rethinking this he folds her labia on both sides clamping them wider to her inner thighs. A brilliant pink folding displayed her tunnel.

Once ready Roland stands and faces Stacy, "Try not to bite your tongue."

Ordinarily he might place a ball gag in her mouth. Not this day. He wanted her to scream bloody murder. Stacy winced as his fingers charged up the dial on the control box. She felt minor surges storm her flesh. Her facial features haunted by the inevitable. Panicking slightly her moans increased. As did the wattage. Within minutes the current made her body tense tight. Screaming at the surges. Reaching a manageable charge he knew she could handle he returned to the wall and brought back a battery operated Wand that looked like a microphone. Firing it up he forced it over her clit.