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.