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not bald,” he laughed. He used her pussy hair as a handle, and she felt him deliberately rip out a few hairs. She shrieked while he pulled her towards a large bough stretched off the ground and lashed to boulders on the ends. “Come see my ox hole,” he taunted to his friends.
    Tocho jumped up, and he pulled some leather strips from the pouch on his waist. One of the other Indians picked up a thin branch, and the other three followed his example. Apparently, Tokala was going to thank them for making the journey with him. As she was only an ox and belonged to Tokala and not the whole tribe, it was his right to share her.
    Tokala hopped over the bough, leaving Rebecca on the other side. He began pulling the leash. She was sobbing and confused, and she tried to lift a leg to climb over. It was too high without the use of her hands. She felt the bark press into her thighs as he kept pulling until she began to bend forward, leaning her over the bough.
    Oh please. Rebecca wailed and begged muffled sounds behind the gag. She was terrified and in pain, with her breasts swinging on one side of branch and her wide ass facing the approaching Indians. She stared at the ground, watching shadows of the men stretch towards the boulders and trees in front of her, lengthening and disappearing into the darkness as they walked up behind her.
    All her weight was on her belly, and it flared to the sides of the wood cutting into her soft skin. Rebecca felt a tugging on her wrists, and she managed to lift her head just enough to see Tokala tying her leash to the tree. She was stuck in the uncomfortable position, folded in half. Her head sagged and she stared at the ground while the men began to laugh again behind her. She continued to shriek and buck in terror.
    “I think I will have fun taming my wild ox,” Tokala said. He slapped her bottom on the way over the bough.
    Oh god. What are they doing? Oh god. Rebecca tried to turn her head. She felt leather being wrapped around her ankles and she attempted to kick the hands away. No, oh god. She hung her head and wailed, looking under the bough and between her thighs while the Indians spread her legs and tied the ankle restraints to stakes in the ground.
    Something hit her bottom and she shrieked. It burned, and felt like it had shredded her skin. She arched up, with her arms stretched in front of her. The strain on her back from lifting her breasts was agonizing.
    The Indians liked the way her wide buttocks jiggled and the white skin marked up from the switches. Eventually, their cocks overrode their interest in lashing her. The white cheeks were quivering, but stilled in apprehension when Tokala stroked over the new pink welts. Rebecca began bucking furiously, as if trying to toss his hand away.
    “She will give me a good ride, I think.” Tokala was rewarded with another shriek.
    Rebecca felt his hands pull her fleshy labia open, and rough bony fingers dug into her slit. Her hips pumped wildly against the branch, scraping her belly against the bark. Two fingers pinched her clit, and the man said something to the others. She could imagine what he had told them, because even that nub had grown with her bulk. It was the size of the end of a thumb and severely sensitive. Rebecca was horrified when Tokala plucked at her clit and her body began to respond. Soon, she was wailing in embarrassment and trying to rub against his fingers.
    “She flows with passion for me,” Tokala laughed, holding up his slick fingers for the others to see.
    Oh, someone. Oh please, someone help me. Rebecca felt his hands return to her cleft, and two fingers probed until they found her channel. The man plunged them in and out of her, keeping her juices running and lubricating her. One of his hands gripped into the flesh on her hip, while the other moved his breechclout aside and he centered his cock on her hole. Tokala pushed inside of her with two long thrusts, and she tightened her pussy around him in a vise and