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A group of booster and I were up at my cabin for an extended weekend. It had n't really been planned. Paula and I ... Paula is a local lady friend I have been seeing off and on since a few year after I bought the cabin and the lake it sits on ... Paula and I were planning a quiet fall weekend alone. Well, restrained if your definition of quiet includes trying out some new erotic device I have been developing. Most of what I make tends to be for bondage or discipline, but Paula was more than of an `` overdrive the skunk '' type of girl, and my new multiple absolute frequency, smart earphone controlled vibrator could do exactly that.

When Josh called and said he was going to be in the area and asked if the invitation to get along out some weekend was still open, I reluctantly said yes. I figured there would still be plenty of fourth dimension for me and Paula to recreate with the new toys because Josh and Susan would probably be spending a lot of their time testing some of my pleasure to trouble orbit of new items. Susan liked the full grasp and the full moon range from pleasure to ail was actually all delight to her.

Then government note called with the Lapp request. He said he did n't know why the musical theme suddenly popped into his head, but the thinking of spending Halloween weekend at the lake was very appealing. Bill and Keri run a restaurant together. Not a unscathed lot of people like to go out for a fine meal on Allhallows Eve, and line of work is very slow, so they could exit thing in the custody of the managers. They are both excellent chefs and Keri also runs a little cooking school. Like almost gourmandizer, they appreciate new fashion of stimulating their sensory faculty and have been guest of mine for some metre. Since Josh and Susan were already going to be here, I told him to come on up.

I almost answered the telephone set with `` W 's Hotel '' when I saw Mark 's phone number on the phoner ID. I am a funny person by nature, and three margin call within an hour, all asking if the invitation for a weekend was still receptive made me wonder. I even asked Mark, `` You did n't happen to arrange this with Josh or Bill did you ? ``

I could tell by the tone of his response he was being sincere when he asked, `` Who are they ? ``

Paula watched me speak with sucker. After I had hung up, she laughed and said, `` W, do n't you know that some conjunction are just meant to be ? ``

Personally, I do n't trust in concurrence, but out of politeness I returned Paula 's laugh rather than express my dubiety and concerns.

All three couples arrived on Friday night relatively late. My lake is not exactly in the middle of nowhere, but from the top of the ridge, you can see nowhere from here. We talked for while, had some potable together, and went to bed.

Sabbatum was rather strong for the last day of October. The leaves were beautiful tumble coloring, the lake was calm and the sky was take in. Late in the afternoon, Darlene suggested, `` Why do n't we go over to the hunting cabin for the eve. It 's going to be a full moon tonight. We could have a big campfire and look on the stars. ``

Mark, Darlene 's current pregnant former, smirked. He knew what she meant by `` watch the hotshot. '' She wanted to have sex on the beach or out in the forest at night. It was one of her fantasies that she had talked about with him several times. In the years I have known Darlene, she has worn out four significant others. She keeps trying to determine a man who can keep up with her. I have suggested that she appointment twins, or perhaps triplets. If sucker starts lagging in the sleeping accommodation, I think she might seriously deliberate it, but for now he was Thomas More than adequate to of keeping up with her almost insatiate desires.

It was going to be a beautiful Nox, and the lake was calm, so I agreed. As nightfall came, there were eight of us at `` the search cabin '' on the far west sharpness of my lake. My pontoon boat was shoved securely into the beach and tied to a Tree. It had two stiff glare on the social movement and I could use the onboard radio to trigger the strobe beacon on the dock at my cabin, so I had no worries about getting back late at night. It had a very well-stocked built in cooler and bar, but as `` maitre d'hotel, '' I was going to have to limit my boozing until we got back to my cabin.

'' My cabin '' is on the east shoring of the lake. The hunting cabin was one of the cause I was able to buy all of the nation surrounding this lake. It has `` a bad reputation with topical anaesthetic tribe, '' or at least that is what they will tell you in town.

Everyone around here knows exactly what you mean if you say `` the hunting cabin. '' They can discover it accurately even if they, personally, have never seen it. It is exactly round and was built out of sonorous, very weathered limestone. It has been around since `` at least before the war. '' It has never had electricity or H2O or, even windows. I 'm not even surely it ever had a cap, at to the lowest degree there is no indication of rafter knocks. Maybe it had a thatched ceiling that just set on top of it at one time.

The only thing I am sealed of about the hunting cabin is that it was built a long, long time ago ..., and there is something peculiar about the area where it sits. The only date anyone assigns to it is `` before the war. '' I 'm not exactly sure how long ago that was, because in this area `` before the war '' can mean anything from before the tardy gaoler up in the mid-east to before the revolutionary war of 1776 or even some Indian war before that. Regardless of when it was, everyone who grew up around here knows the story, so everyone thinks they know which war is being talked about.

That may sound odd to some hoi polloi, but in an area like this there is something called a `` communal memory. '' write up get passed on from parent to child or from one-time shaver to younger nipper beginning very early in liveliness. If you grow up hearing the taradiddle repeated again and again, you start remembering them as if whatever it was that happened, had happened to you in your lifetime.

Today is built on yesterday, and I have always made it one of my priorities to know the storey of the topical anaesthetic communal memory. Perhaps that is one of the reasons why I am take - or at least allow - in this tight plain stitch, isolated residential area that normally `` does n't cotton to outsiders. '' That and the fact that I do n't ask too many question and I never tell the great unwashed what I think they or the community of interests ought to do.

One of the more interesting news report concerns `` the slanted bluff. '' Several different masses have described to me how a impregnable earthquake split the domain and shifted the course of the river. They said that the cliff that used to be there slid off and kept going across the undulating terra firma for almost a statute mile, forming an odd shaped hill half-way across the valley. A geologist supporter of mine said that every word of that story is true ..., except one nonaged fact. It happened about eight thousand long time ago, and `` there is no way in hell these people could even know about it, let alone have witnessed it. '' Then he always adds, `` But, damn, they have their facts right. ``

I asked him how the local anesthetic people could know that lots about it, and his scientific result was, `` It beats the horseshit out of me. I would never have thought that great a dynamical shift was even possible if you had n't insisted I test the John Rock. ``

A few years ago an anthropologist came out here to `` examine the people of this isolated domain. '' She ended up spending nigh of her meter at Jake 's Roadhouse because none of the `` native '' would talk to her. That 's where I met her. She was really blase one evening and we ended up back at my place. Our after sex pillow talking drifted somehow to communal computer storage. I asked her if it was possible for a communal storage to go back thousands of years. She said that it could only happen if somehow there was a continuous presence going back that far. She left two days later after telling me that she did n't have a thousand year to look for individual here to talk to her.

It only took me a few days to meet Paula. I had intentionally decided not to get involved with any of the topical anaesthetic girls, and have stuck to that intention. But Paula was different. She heard that I was cleaning up the area around the hunt cabin and asked me why I was doing that. I told her, `` I do n't jazz, but there is something particular about that place. I get the feeling that whatever is - or was - out there, deserves in force. ``

She came out to help oneself me clear skirmish and dig debris out of the inside of the cabin. She even suggested that I cover the interior with a smooth stratum of cadaver howitzer, because `` that is probably what it was once like. '' One affair led to another and after a couple up year we ended up `` involved. ``

Paula is a very difficult mortal to sympathise and even severe to discover. If I had to sum her up in one condemnation, I would say that she is a very powerful woman who keeps her confessedly power very carefully hidden. She has come to trust me and has filled me in on a lot of topical anesthetic stories from this awing communal memory.

The trip across the lake was totally smooth. We were n't out on the lake to party or fish, so I took the direct route. When we got to the hunting cabin, the first matter we did was pull together up a lot of firewood. I started to lay out a ardor in the ardour ring I had built a few summer ago, but Paula said, `` No, it needs to go there, '' and pointed to a spot about ten feet in front of the doorway to the cabin. `` That way, '' she explained, `` the fire will be visible from anywhere in the hunting lodge and you will be able to see it through the windows from anywhere on the lake. ``

I had never noticed that about the arrangement of the doors and Windows, but I built the fire where Paula had suggested. After I got the ardor going, we cooked some burgers over the flame. I limited myself to one beer, but everyone else, except Paula, was going through my provision fairly rapidly. After it was dark, with only the lighting of the flack and the gleaming of the rising lunation, Darlene informed Mark that she wanted to go walk on the beach and look at the headliner. With a wide moon, almost no superstar were visible, but I do n't opine Deutschmark was going to be looking up at the sky anyway.

A little while later, Paula asked quietly, `` Do you want to hear the actual story of this lodge ? ``

I, for one, was n't going to let an chance like that pass, and I said, `` Go for it ! '' I do n't know if Josh and Susan and eyeshade and Keri were all that keen to get wind the story, but it is my lake and they were drinking my beer, so they said, `` Sure. ``

Paula got up and stood by the fervour. The five of us were in lawn chair close enough to be warmed by the flames. `` This, '' pointing to the cabin, `` is the sanctified medicine lodge of the Pea-a-wah people. The tribe was here before the new ones came to this acres .... hanker before the flannel new ones came. This lodge was built to abide for all time here by the shoring of the lake while the kinship group wandered throughout these realm. To understand what I am about to tell you, you must be within the club. ``

It was an odd request, but I would consume done a lot more to hear the wide-cut story of the hunting cabin, so I picked up my chairperson and started into the lodge. The others followed my example. As we moved our chairs into the circle of pit, I was wishing that I had a recording machine of some variety, or at least a pen and newspaper, but instead I was going to have to take heed arduous and remember harder. The all-inclusive doorway and the two low windows alongside the porta allowed us to see and hear very clearly. Between the light of the fire before us and the radiance of the full lunar month above us, it was almost undimmed within the walls.

Paula returned and stood beside the fire. `` The folk would hark back here, '' she explained, pointing down at the ground beneath her, `` whenever it needed to be renewed. That could be the death of the head, or perhaps the death of early major leaders in the tribe. Sometimes, the flavor just led the people back here and the ritual Hunt was done so that the will of spirits could be known within the tribe. ``

'' The ritual Richard Morris Hunt was uncomplicated. On the night of the utmost full lunar month before the snow fourth dimension, four of the secure and bravest men of the tribe would work four maidens here to the gild. Sometimes the maiden over came willingly, sometimes they did not. To be chosen as a maiden over for the hunt was a great honor, but it held many risks. It also held the theory of with child reward. ``

'' When dark had fallen and the full moon circle of the moon could be seen in the sky, the maidens would come to the ardour and cast all of their monomania into the flames. Then naked and defenseless, they would take flight into the woodwind to be hunted by the four braves. ``

'' When the dress circle of the moon reached its highest point, the hunt club would commence. The get-go maiden to be captured would be brought back to the ardor. She would be branded with a carven stone on the side of meat of the left buttocks. The mark was in the anatomy of a party whip, and symbolized that she was to be the one to receive the punishment that would repent for the lives of the creature which the kin must kill to outlast the winter. From that distributor point on, she would be slave to the medication woman. She was considered to be the lowest of the charwoman, and was denied clothing except in the harshest of weather. She would regularly be tied to the skin rack in the eye of bivouac and whipped until she screamed. ``

'' This sounds savage, but often times the atonement adult female would yearn for her time of penalisation and would adhere herself to the skin rack so that she could be beaten. Perhaps being the atonement cleaning woman changed her, or perhaps she already craved the whip and allowed herself to be captured first. ``

'' The second maiden captured would be branded with the symbol of the knife. She would be married to the one who captured her - or to his son. The butcher charwoman of the tribe would teach her the skills of cutting and cleaning core and the skills of using the hides and the os and the sinews. She would be creditworthy for teaching these skills to the charwoman of the tribe. ``

Paula paused and looked at each of us to see if we were still listening. `` The third base maiden captured would be branded with the symbol of fertility - a phallus. She became the bride of the brave chosen by the medicine man - the shaman of the tribe. But before her married person was chosen, she would mate with all the braves of the federation of tribes so that her firstborn son would go to the kinship group and not to any one brave. She was to be the one who taught fertility to the woman of the tribe and would be learned in the room of pleasing a man ... or a cleaning lady. ``

'' None of the maiden over ever wanted to be the fourth one captured. The fourth one captured would be the tribe 's offering to the immortal of the hunt. She would be branded with the symbol of the woman chaser, and staked out in a clearing to be left for the hunters of the woodland. Normally the medicine woman would collapse this maid a particular herbaceous plant so that she went to sleep and accepted her lot. ``

If any maiden over should somehow sidestep capture until dawn, it is proof that she is a Warrior adult female and is entitled to wear the feathering brand name. If the hunters of the woodland bow down to a Warrior Woman, that woman becomes the new head of the tribe. Many maidens who think that they are Warrior Women and escape the first three gaining control, often end up as an oblation to the god of the hunt who have rejected them. ``

Paula stepped closer to the fire and picked something up off of the terra firma. `` It is because the hunt club for a Chief is never ending, that this place is feared. Maidens know that if they come here on the Night of the last total moon before the snows, they may end up as prey for the ritual Hunt. ``

She smiled at me and suddenly I knew that something was terribly wrong. There was no light in the inn except from the blast. The thatched roof above me was blocking out the light of the lunar month. I started to say, `` What the hell ! ? '' When Paula suddenly threw something onto the fire. There was a terrible burst of smoke and fire, and then .... and then I was in the middle of a mixture of dream and nightmare.

I was running naked except for a loin material and leather moccasins. I was chasing someone through the woods. She was naked and her light brown fuzz was flying behind her as she ran. She looked over her shoulder and I could see that it was Susan. I knew I had to catch her, but I was n't sure why. Then Josh ran in from the rightfield and tackled her, taking her down in a heap of branch and legs.

Apparently Josh had some leather strip with him because he tied her hands and legs with them and hoisted her up on his shoulders. `` We need to mark her before we go after the others, '' he said. His voice, or perhaps his word of honor sounded odd.

We both ran back to the search lodge. There were two small tree diagram in nominal head. Josh rapidly tied Susan between the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and then picked up something from the ground. It was a substitution, freshly peeled of its bark. He handed a 2nd one to me and said, `` We do n't have a good deal time. It requires 50 chance event. We will tack and each do half. ``

With that he began swinging the switch against Susan 's ass. After five, he stopped and said, `` Now you. '' I swung and Susan screamed as the switch bit into her asscheeks. She was screeching more and more shrilly as Josh and I each repeated our cadence of five strokes until the desired count of fifty was reached. When we stopped Susan stopped screaming, but she continued to groan, only now her moan were deeper, more throaty, almost as if she were approaching sexual release.

Josh picked up something from the flaming. It was a minuscule tree limb that was barely in the fire. There was something lodged in the end of it and held in place with a twist of thin leather strip. It looked like a long while of Harlan Stone that had been shaped on the end to a lean line. He pressed it lightly against the left side of Susan 's ass. Suddenly she threw back her head and roared out a pharyngeal, moaning cry. There was no mistaking this. She was climaxing from the pain sensation. `` We must hurry, '' yelled Josh. `` There are others to catch. ``

I followed him back into the woods. Soon we could find out individual else running. Keri explode Forth from a clump of light touch with handbill close behind her. She saw us and tried to turn to run the other way, but bank bill suddenly caught her and oblige her wrists and ankles. We followed him back to the indian lodge as he carried her, kicking and screaming, through the woods.

When we got back to the ardour in front of the lodge, he set her on the ground and said to Josh, `` You know what to do and when. '' Then he released Keri wrist joint and ankles and allowed her to endure. He lay on his back on the ground. His good-sized prick was swollen and set up. Keri looked down at him and then, as if in a dream, slowly settled herself upon his manhood.

She began riding him and soon both were moaning in sexual frenzy. Finally, with a loud vociferation, she slammed herself down hard on Bill 's cock and folded herself against his chest of drawers. eyeshade reached his workforce around her and held her tight, and Josh pulled another branding stone from the ardor. This clock time the end of the stone was slightly trilateral in Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe, like the blade of a knife.

The brand name went on the outside of Kari 's proper buttocks. She screamed loudly as the heated stone burned into her flesh. It was not a shriek of pleasure. She went limp, perhaps passed out, perhaps just exhausted from the Salmon P. Chase and its aftermath.

Josh again ran into the Ellen Price Wood yelling for us to hurry. bank note and I followed him. He seemed to know exactly where he was going and soon we were in a small clearing. scrape and Darlene were in the marrow of the clearing. Mark had her pinned to the ground and was fucking her from behind, more or less doggy vogue. She was crying out, `` Harder. Harder. Harder. ``

Mark climaxed and Josh yelled to him, `` It has to be at the society. Bring her. '' crisscross threw Darlene over his shoulder and loped along with us back to the lodge where Susan was still tied between the trees and Kari was curled up next to the fire.

'' Place her there, '' ordered Josh, and Mark laid Darlene on a mat in front of the fire. `` We must each take her in a different way, '' he said as he rolled Darlene onto her hired hand and knees and knelt behind her. She thrust back against him frantically as he pushed into her. He paused to let her anal canal adjust to him, and then began thrusting.

'' rush, '' he said to me. `` At the Lapplander clock time. '' So, as if I was dreaming, I knelt before her and lifted my loin cloth. My prick was already almost difficult and it stiffened to full hardness as soon as she pulled it into her oral fissure. Three ways and multiples are not my first choice when it comes to sex, but a sloshed whoreson does n't care if the knife is the only when thing working. A shortly while later I spurted into her mouth.

When Josh finished Darlene lay face down on the mat with her hands beneath her rubbing her sex. She was squirming and moaning and seemed not to notice when Josh took another of the branding Lucy Stone from the fire and pressed it into the small-scale of her cover just at the line of her hip bones. The firebrand looked like a petroleum prick symbol with two balls on one end of it, in other Holy Writ, a phallus.

'' There is one Sir Thomas More to catch, '' said Josh with a great mint of urging in his vocalism. The gods of the hunt must be appeased or we will not exist the wintertime. ``

My thinker had no idea what he was talking about, but my body followed him as he ran back into the woods. The four of us chased Paula throughout the rest of the nighttime. We would see her near a tree and surround her, but suddenly she would be behind us rather than in strawman of us. We were still chasing her when the glow of dawn lit up the sky and she led us back to the hunting lodge.

She stood before the fervour naked, sweaty, and proud. `` The Richard Morris Hunt is over, '' she declared. `` I am a Warrior fair sex. I choose to fag the plume brand. ``

With that, she bent and picked up one of the two stigmatisation joint still in the fire. She had very niggling body pilus, and almost none between her branch. She pressed the brand against her skin on the pubic pearl just above her sex. When she lifted it away, a small, crude mental representation of a plumage remained.

'' You must face me to see this brand''' she said. It is not like the trade name of servant on their position, or the brand of passionate unity on their backs. This is the brand of a Warrior woman. ``

She then lay down on her back in the clearing. There were four wooden leg driven into the undercoat. Her arms and legs were in the position in which they would receive been tied had she been the quarter captive.

She howled. Literally, she howled like a wolf and then said in almost a chant, `` huntsman of the forest, judge me. I give my life sentence to you if I am not desirable. ``

tetrad huge wildcat walked out of the forest. I had never seen Friedrich August Wolf in these woods before. These were vast and grey Joseph Black with a ghost of grey-white around the faces. All four came up to where Paula was lying on the ground and sat down. They then lowered their foreland and growled softly. I had seen this deportment before in dogs. They were showing submission to an alpha. They were bowing before her.

She said, `` Thank you my brothers of the hunt, '' and rose to her feet.

She came and stood before the four of us. `` I am Paw-lee-wa, she began. Then looking directly at me, she continued, `` I have come to sleep with you, man called'W ,'and you have heard the cries of my hoi polloi. Thank you for restoring the lodge so that once again we could hold the Leigh Hunt. I looked in your mind and called forth from your supporter three maiden who were worthy of the roles they must bet in the hunt and in the reality. ``

'' The Pea-a-wah have been without a chieftain too long, but with the indian lodge in downfall for many lifetimes and no maid found worthy of the hunting, a chief could not be chosen to lead them. My hoi polloi have been stranded here leaderless long after their fourth dimension. The Leigh Hunt is nail. I am chief. I will now lead my people from this place. It is time for us to will these mountain and go to the country of the spirits. ``

'' Man called'W ,'we thank you. It would delight our sprightliness if the lodge is kept well, but it is no longer truly necessary. It will never be used again by my the great unwashed. You have freed us. ``

Then she and the four wolves walked into the fire and disappeared.

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I woke stiff and groggy in a lawn chair next to a now burned out fire. The others were stirring around me.

I heard stirring behind me and then nib 's vocalization. `` What the hell kind of beer do you buy, W ? I only had three or four and it knocked me on my ass. I have n't passed out drinking since college. ``

Keri was standing beside him. `` I had some really Weird pipe dream, '' she said. `` Are you for sure there was n't something in that beer ? ``

Susan stood up beside her and stretched her obviously hurting eubstance. `` That was more than just a weird dream. I hurt all over and I 've got wheal on my back and legs. ``

'' You 've got a steel on your ass also, '' I said. `` Left side for you Susan. Right side for you Keri. Susan, your 's is the symbol of a whip. Keri, your 's is the symbol of a knife. When Darleen gets back, her 's is in the shopping center of her back and is a Phallus. ``

About that meter Darlene and Mark came walking back up to the hunting society. `` We must have fallen asleep on the beach, '' said Darlene. Then she added in a rather throaty voice, `` I had the most howling dream. '' score just looked at everyone and shrugged his shoulders.

'' Where 's Paula ? '' Josh had joined us and had noticed her absence.

'' Paw-lee-wa of the Pea-a-wah people has left to conduct her people to the spirit lands. '' I answered. `` It 's a very long fib and I 'm not sure enough any of you will believe me. I do n't know if anyone will ever consider me. ``

I told them the story as best as I could remember it, and no, they did n't consider me. They still think that I, or mortal, tampered with their beer. I did n't annoy to argue with them. Even the three brands on the cleaning lady was not enough to convince them. Keri asked me directly if I had done it while she was passed out. I assured her that whatever happened to them also happened to me, and we left it at that.

I decided that this was one taradiddle I would never recount anyone. I promised myself that I would fill it with me to my grave. I probably would have kept that promise, but a few weeks later I was sitting at the bar at Jake 's Roadhouse nursing a beer and watching a plot on video when the barkeeper leaned across the bar and said softly, `` I really am going to pretermit Paula around here. ``

I looked up at him and he continued in his tranquillity voice, `` You know that she was one of the old people, do n't you ? She 's been around here a prospicient time ... a foresighted, long clock time. She would tell us stories about how it was before the war. I think the people here would like to get it on how her story ended. ``

I told him. He listened intently to every word I said. He believed me. And he will tell apart others, and they will secernate their tike, and their shaver will assure their tike. And someday, if an anthropologist again comes to this area and takes the prison term - a foresightful time - to clear the people 's trust, those child might part with him or her from the communal memory, the story of Paw- lee-wa, the end Warrior Woman Chief of the Pea-a-wah People.

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