Eve's Own Tale - Part 15 & 16 - I Walk the Line (Eve Runs the Rape Gauntlet)

[An Eves Tale]

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EVE’s OWN TALE is about twenty parts. The action builds slowly

The second series is about Eve’s nieces. This is a longer series. The sex gets hotter in this series but the story builds up to it in a slow and teasing fashion.

There will also be a third series called THE CASE BOOK FILES that will compliment and expand upon EVE’s OWN TALE as well as TWIN TALES. The sex scenes will be quicker in coming.

Any witticism and criticisms are graciously accepted. However, please do bear in mind that this is a particular and specific genre that I am trying to create.

A New Style of American Horse Opera
Eve’s Own Tale
By
An Eve’s Tale
Part Fifteen
Morning Ritual

I wake just before the rising of the sun. I leave the tent quietly – not disturbing Karen or Marcie. They are dead to the world at this point. I go to the edge of the quarry and greet the dawn of the new day with my prayers. I say the morning office of the Black Robes –better known as Jesuits.

I withdraw the contents of my pipe bag. I perform another and different kind of prayer service. Praising God and thanking Him for His Grand Design and especially the creation of this place. I pray as I move in the sacred circle of four winds – four directions.

I return to my little campsite by way of the main camping area only to discover that it is obvious that breakfast will be late if at all. I build a small fire in my rock pit. Some juice from my cooler and a couple of eggs tastes great this morning. I set a pot on the fire to percolate the coffee. A morning treat – eye opener for the two love birds inside that are snoring in a comical fashion.

No sooner do I pour a cup of coffee for myself than Marcie and Karen come crawling naked out of the tent. They quickly huddle by the fire in order to ward off the morning chill. I go back into the tent and bring out my Hudson Bay blanket. The tent is stifling at this point which explains why they hadn’t bothered with clothes. They are very groggy – one would think they were the ones drinking the whiskey and beer last night.

I give them cups of coffee. I fix them omelets to their order – served up with the last of my O.J. Marcie scarf ups the rest of the coffee for Karen and herself. I leave them content – trying to make toast over the fire with my homemade bread.

I go to the toilet and shower room. Much to my embarrassment and displeasure – the girl I slapped last night is in the middle of taking a shower. I immediately try to retreat but she is too quick for me.

She has her hand on my shoulder and is whispering in my ear. “Thanks for last night!” She tells me.

I try to apologize as I feel I was out of line. The girl won’t hear of it. She talks to me non stop as she towels off and dresses.

“I am serious! Thanks for listening to me! Thanks for straightening my ass out. I really needed some one to set me straight. I really do need to think about the things that I have that I should be grateful for and take full advantage of them.”

“You know! I sure would love to get into your pants some time real soon. Why don’t we meet up in the woods somewhere in the next couple of days?” She asks as she leaves before (once again) I can get her name. She hands me a big tube of something on the way out saying “you may decide that you need this today” before scampering off.

I look at the tube in my hand. It is a product similar to K Y. “The little bitch”; I hiss out loud. I am not sure whether to be insulted or grateful.

Truth is that I am feeling a little bit of performance anxiety over today’s initiation. A fact that is pissing me off as it is supposed to be a guy problem not a girl problem. Just the same I am dry and tight instead of wet and hung out loose and horny – which is kind of my normal state.

I take my shower. I decide to pound a half a jar of Vaseline up my ass just in case. I also shove the tube of brand x - K Y into myself – shooting a large load of lube up my cunt.

I decide to put on some bikini panties that have an extra deep coin slot. I would prefer my totally sluttish thong; but the load of Vaseline I am carrying up my ass – would make it every thing feel messy and uncomfortable.

I freshen up my slit shave. The panties have a “v” shaped frontal coin slot as well. I would prefer a coin slot only in the back. However, I really like the way the panties only go half way up my ass and leaving the top half of my ass coined slotted. The down side to this (pun intended) is that the top quarter of my slit is showing. My cunt’s clit is clearly visible.

I have taken a man’s (xxl) oversize rib cotton tank top and made it into a summer dress. I put this on with no bra. I don’t have a lot invested in this outfit. If the guys get extra frisky and start ripping my fucking clothes off (which is what I am hoping they do) then I am out nothing as I made this clothing for rape games.

This make shift dress of course is way too big for me overall. I am annoyed at how well it fits me in the shoulders – calling attention to my efforts in the gym – over developed shoulders and arms that are not quite feminine. It is a fact that is making me both proud but self conscious and embarrassed. I don’t want to be thought of as some diesel dyke after all.

However, I proudly look at the cleavage revealed and nipples showing through. My shoulders cause the shirt to fit too tight across my 36 Cs and yet the huge shirt is slack enough to show off lots of cleavage. I have made slits down the sides for the purposes of showing off tempting glimpses. Also I hope some of the guys will take advantage of the invitation to play “feel for all” before ripping my fucking clothes right the fuck off me.

I walk back through the main camp to discover that things are moving very slowly. I greet a couple of different gals that I have not seen before. I introduce myself and make polite, ingratiating small talk. I learn that the initiation will take place in the early afternoon in the “adult only area”.

The time of the “main festivity” seems good to me. I have become impatient but I am in a mood to explore. I return to my campsite and sort through my collection of moccasins. I decide to put on the ones that are of an extra heavy bull hide.

I hike back up to the top of the quarry’s rim where I greeted the dawn and said my morning prayers. It is such a beautiful place and fantastic view. I can spy a number of promising looking trails – if indeed they can be called that.

I follow one such trail. The trail is in reality the end product of excavation from a long time ago and the resulting runoff. I follow this steeply descending pathway until I reach the mouth of a huge cave.

The cave as I discover really isn’t a real cave but a man made tunnel. I further discover as my eyes adjust to the darkness that it is an enormous drainage pipe. I wait to allow my eyes to adjust more fully. I do not want to surprise anything in the tunnel or be surprised by something myself. The possibility of rats doesn’t concern me as much as what may be hunting the rats (if there are any).

It takes me a long time to walk to the end of this tunnel. I some how got caught up with examining everything that I failed to realize that the small circle of light at the end did not mean a smaller opening but a long distance. Just the same – I am enjoying the adventure.

The tunnel or drain pipe has a dry floor. The signs of it carrying water to its’ full capacity is apparent. Each flooding has left its’ mark. I finally reach the end of the pipe and look out on the beautiful scenery of wet land and swamp. The scene is especially beautiful this time of year as spring is ending and summer is beginning.

The dinner bell ran with my arrival. I find myself waving off insects. Right now mostly gnats and no-seems. I decide to return before the mosquitoes learn of my presence.

I remember my friend the big snake that caused a lot of trouble only yesterday. I wonder if this is where the snake came from. Perhaps the snake was carried by flood waters through the tunnel.

I decide that the tunnel must fill with water quite often. The discharge goes to the lake below. The pipe is amazingly clean. I decide it fills regularly with runoff water from the swamp that is pretty much debris free.

It takes much longer than I expected to walk back through the cavernous tunnel. The climb back up is more strenuous but some what faster and with easier footholds than the trip down.

Part Sixteen
I walk the line

I arrive in my camp site to find Mary, Marcie, Wendy and Karen concerned and agitated.

My exploring took longer than expected. Gratefully – however – I am not late. I am informed its time to go to the “adult only area” for the initiation.

We travel through the main camping area and into the fenced off adults only area (now under the watchful guard of a couple of the gals). I follow my companions through the woods and up a steep hill side trail to a sunny meadow.

I see the guys standing in two rows like a gauntlet. The festivities have already started. Two “MILFS” as guys like to call them start running down the middle of this gauntlet. They are both caught and stripped naked. Both are having the shit; rape fucked out of them.

Mary, Marcie, and Wendy have wisely worn only gym shorts and tank tops. They omitted any underwear. They decided to go with sneakers.

Karen like my self chose to wear a summer outfit. Karen is outfit is a lot more complicated than mine. For one thing she is wearing those clog high heels. She has panties on under her short skirt. Karen actually put on a bra with a blouse.

Both Karen and my self are sweating our asses off in this meadow.

I watch as Mary races down the gauntlet. She is so small and quick that no one can catch hold of her. Mary is giggling – sounding like a little kid as she dodges and weaves.

We watch awe struck as Mary glides and spins just out the reach of two guys that crash into one another. Stunned – they laugh as Mary moves just out reach of some of their other friends; causing them to fall flat on their faces. Mary is finally caught in the last quarter of the gauntlet. We see her gym shorts and top fly through the air.

We watch in amusement as Mary (laughing so hard she can hardly breathe) is dwarf tossed back to the beginning of the lines. She is now being held upside down by her ankles. Her ass is slapped like a new born by some of the guys while other guys pull her legs apart like a wish bone until she is spread eagled and bury their faces in her splayed crotch. I can tell Mary is having a good time. Toward the end of the line; I see Mary get put down on her back. I guess I know what is happening now. Mary gets up and is smacked on the ass as she races off naked down a gully.

Wendy races down the gauntlet but doesn’t get as far. She is caught half way down and she is passed around for feels and kissing as her clothes are tore off of her. Wendy is gang banged although I am not sure if it can be called that as a lot of the guys just “dip their wick” for a while but don’t pump all the way off. Wendy too gets a crack on the ass as she races naked down the gully.

Marcie is such a little slut. She doesn’t bother to run at all. She puts her hands on top of her head and wiggles her ass as seductively as possible. Her clothes are ripped off her in a blink. She passes through the gauntlet while holding her hands behind her head – all the time making lewd gestures with her hips and ass. Half way down she performs a hand stand and starts walking on her hands while doing the splits. The guys take full advantage of her invitation. Marcie finishes up on her hands and knees – screaming her lungs out.

The guys then grab Marcie and put her on her back. The guys lift her legs up so high that her ass is up in the air. The guys spread Marcie’s legs until her crotch hangs out to the extent that her snatch splays wide open.

The guys take their time and savor Marcie. They do as they please with her cunt and asshole. It seems like everyone takes a turn with her if only to just “dip their wick” a moment or two. I know a young lady who will be sore tomorrow.

Karen is grabbed while enjoying the show with Marcie as she waits her turn. She screams and fusses as her clothes are ripped off. It is very obvious that Karen (like my self) loves being stripped as she ends up hooting with pleasure over being stripped naked.

Karen’s clothes are difficult to rip and tear. Nasty red marks are left on her body as Karen is passed from guy to guy.

Karen squeaks and squeals in protest but after a while it is clear that she is even more of a slut than Marcie. The gasps, grunts, groans and moans indicate that she is having a lot of fun. Her squeaky, squealing screams of mock protest and begging for mercy are a real turn on for the guys (and for me as well).

I have to admit that fun is the purpose of this so called initiation. I really am enjoying watching Karen get gang raped. I sure can see that Karen (like Marcie) will most likely be sore tomorrow.

The action that I have witnessed so far has left me; quite wet between the legs. I feel my fluids start to run down my legs. My earlier concerns and anxieties turn out to be needless. My original concerns are now replaced by the fact that the lube I used in combination with my current arousal has left my crotch’s scent unusually strong and very embarrassingly noticeable.

Sweat is running down from my arm pits and soaking the sides of my “rape dress”. My low cut panties that show a deep coin slot in the front as well as the back are so wet as to be next to useless. I have gotten so excited that I have sprayed my fluids right through my panties and all over the front of my so called “dress”.

I look and smell like such a slut – something I enjoy at Big Sally’s gym with the girls.

I find my condition to be uncomfortable and embarrassing with all these guys present.

It is now my turn to be rape fucked. I so look forward to this. I want to put up a good fight worthy of these guys. I want to redeem myself for having sat and cried like a little girl over a mouth full of water, a couple of stupid leeches and a couple of minor burns. I want to show courage and that I am worthy of this club.

I attempt to run down the gauntlet but the guys close in on me. I am somewhat escorted though the gauntlet.

I get the feel for all treatment that I so much desired until impatient hands tear the dress off me. The guys look me over murmuring their appreciation for my selection of panties. My face burns red as the men also state their pleasure at finding my panties in the current state of wetness and odor.

I am not just showing some slippery slit but the old drenched trench – extra wide. I rather feel an element of pleasure at being so absolutely mortified and degraded by my condition.

Someone is finally gentleman enough to put me out of my misery. He tears my panties right the fuck off of me. He tells me to bend over and grab my ankles. I get a good solid fuck and a full crotch load of cum shot up me.

The excitement of being stripped naked and fucked in front of all these guys makes me climax with so much noise that I am almost crying with embarrassment.

I am pulled down the gauntlet. Everyone getting a good look and whatever feel they want of me. Several of the men pass around a bottle of aloe gel used to soothe minor burns and other minor maladies of the skin. The guys oil up their hands with the aloe gel and give me some very sensual petting. I have to admit that I really enjoy it. The gel makes my many burns and dry skin feel better.

I hear a mixture of comments in appreciation of my sexy body and my going through this today in spite of everything. I also hear swearing, respectful remarks and concerned comments about my injuries. There are profane criticisms about the decision to have me go through this today. The situation is questioned by many.

The guys chide each other to go easy on me – a factor that is pissing me off. I forget about this irritation as I witness my torn panties being passed around for “inspection”.

The guys can be such little boys about some things. My panties are shoved in my face as nasty snickers around me erupt. The guys pin my arms to my sides so that my panties can be shoved into my mouth and part of the wet crotch stretched over my nose.

“Come on guys! I know what I smell like! I suck snatch and even lick a girl’s ass hole from time to time! Tell you what! I would not mind being roughed up a little and then raped several more times.” I say after I take the panties off my nose and out of my mouth.

“We just did rough you up! That’s what the panties where for! Hey! Did you like that? Sounds like you did! Hey! And don’t worry because your not done fucking yet bitch!” came a voice from some where among the guys.

All I know is that I have reached the end of the gauntlet – end of the line and have only been fucked once.

How disappointing! It is then I discover that things may just be getting started.

It had appeared to me before that the gals when getting to the end of the line were getting a friendly little slap on the ass before running off – presumably back to camp. I now realize that they were stamped.

Mike is sitting on a camp chair. He is in charge of this little detail of the game. I see a jar with slips of paper in it. I can see numbers on some of the slips of paper.

It suddenly becomes apparent to me that the guys each draw a number. Each one of the gals of course has been stamped with a number. I bet some guys trade slips of paper. I wonder how many slips of paper are drawn and by how many guys.

Mike tells me that “We have not one but two very special stamps for you!”

Mike then smacks my ass with a stamp used to grade beef. My left ass cheek now reads “USDA Prime Choice”. I am smacked a second time on the right side of my ass with the number eight with a circle around it.

“Hey Eve! Just for you! The top grade! By the way! This is your special number. You are - after all - a real eight ball“Mike explains.

“How appropriate!” I mutter. The guys shake, howl and roll with laughter.

The guys ask me if I feel up to running down the gully. I am told that I can walk if I am not up to a run. I am also informed that the other gals are waiting at the end of the gully. They will tell me what to do next.

“Love to see you stretch it out in a run, honey!” Mike says.

I do just that! I lift my arms in the air and do an extra long full reaching stride run.

A chorus of wolf whistles follows me into the gully.

(to be continued - there is a special railing that the women are raped at)