Thunders Bison Bunnies Initiation

Chapter 6

Sunset over water

The double penetration with Alyssa was done and over, time taken after that for another relaxing beer or three, Jefferson and Curly sitting on the Pontoon boat comfortably at ease.

The girls they were in the process of initiating into the Bison Bunny Club were not so comfortable, sitting back to back on the ground several feet away from water's edge and the pontoon boat.

When the men did return to initiate Kristy with double penetration, the sun was low in the sky.

"How far do you think the elders got with their bunnies?"

"Not all nine, Curly replied with a light slap to the breast he was squeezing."

"She's taking me, Curly! I'm almost half-way in. You've done this before Humpy Bunny!"

"Mmph!" Came the gagged response.

"Not two at once, but you've had it up the ass plenty!"

"Humph!"

"I do believe that was a kiss off, Jefferson!"

"Good thing I'm lousy at taking hints." Jefferson pushed deeper, loved the way her ass simply sucked him in... at least one more inch. How deep could he go before her body fought to expel him?

There was a loud blast from an airhorn floating through the air that startled both girls but taken in stride by the men.

"Guess they're done. I have a fifty that says they didn't make it past the third marker."

"You're on! I bet they crashed at the end of Stake 5." Jefferson knew Shoni, his uncle, would get even farther than that. While Thunder... well... a lot depended how free the beer had flowed.

'Thank god that's not my problem. Might be someday but that's not this day. God! This asshole is heaven. I got a good one this time.'

"I hope you like this cock Pretty Bunny because I'm so sure I'm keeping you forever, I'm going to marry you! Tie you to me legally. A wedding that we'll first sanction with the U. S. Government, then the African way, blessed by a Shaman from my genetic clan!

'Oh god! Is he crazy? Don't I have a say in this? Opportunity to refuse? Oh gawwd! He feels good! So damned good! Do I want to say no?

'Curly's done. Did he go soft? Or just drunk? Can't keep a hard on. Hard to tell. Nope. Curly came. His jizz is running down my leg but his cock is still inside.'

Jefferson wasn't close to coming but she was drying up. He didn't want to damage this new fuck toy so he began to tell her of what her life from this day forward was going to be.

"I'd marry you tonight if it was possible to do that. Be here, second week of July with a wedding dress and don't think you can just blow us off. You will be here. At the end of that weekend you will wave to your friends as they return to the South Dakota State without you. If you earn my trust by September I may allow you to complete your degree. If not, you won't step a foot off this ranch without me."

The soliloquy worked. He pushed with his hips and drained his scrotum. When it was done, he collapsed on top of her. "I'm going to own you. Just like your grandpappy owned my people. You will pay reparations for the sins of your forefathers."

To his surprise there was no sign or sound of protest. Fearing he had smothered her, he fought the ropes around her head that gagged her. To his relief, she wasn't suffocating, she was rubbing her clit to orgasm! Almost there, she had lost it when he fell on top of her, but she was back up on her knees and right there again... 'Please Jefferson, don't interrupt this one!'

Without knowing, she spoke the next part aloud. "Let me have it. Please! Let...! Me...! Have... it!"

There was a loud sigh as her finger took her over the top. Again, her sweaty body collapsed onto the ground which covered her sweaty body in grass, dirt, and gravel.

"Thunder's got a good fire going for supper. Have your bunnies earned the right to eat?"

"Oh, yeah!" Both Jefferson and Curly affirmed.

"So did ours. We've bathed in the lake, all four of us. You all have time too. Just tell me what you're feeding your bunnies and I'll get it started."

"Brat or hotdog?" Both men asked Alyssa and Kristy. "Brat for me," said Kristy. "Hotdog for me." Curly grinned, quite satisfied with the bunny he'd chosen. She may know he was supersensitive about his tiny cock, but she had enough class to build him up, not take him down.

He wasn't so besotted he wanted to marry her like Jefferson was. Marriage was something he was no where near ready for. The tall black man was older and had never even hinted that marriage was something he wanted.

With the women docile, tired after this unusually long day, running them through the lake was no problem at all. When they came out of the lake Shoni was standing on shore holding four thick blankets, folded neatly over his outstretched arms.

"Find a seat near the fire so you can warm up," Shoni said as the blankets were draped over both women. Once they were seated Each girl was asked what they wanted on their bun.

Three replied just mustard. Kristy wanted mustard, mayonnaise, onions, tomatoes and pickle. "No pickles here. We have pickle relish."

"That works."

"What's this about you getting married Jefferson?"

"I'll tell that in a minute. First... cause I have fifty bucks riding on the answer... what was the last stake you completed?"

"Tell him, bunnies. How far did Shoni and I get?"

Carla was first to answer. "Thunder filled my asshole with baby bunny sperm and Shoni fed my bunny cunny."

"No way she came up with that on her own! Not true!"

"Master Bison, this bunny has a brain. I'm an English lit major and I damn well did come up with that all by myself!"

Thunder and Shoni and even Liz backed her up. "They both came in me, too, though it took them fucking forever... hope I didn't offend, Masters Bison."

She'd almost blown it! Major problems if she'd had to backtrack or worse... totally forgot!

"It did take us forever," Thunder began; Shoni finished. "She's not wrong. And if we'd guzzled half a case of Miller like the two of you did, we would NOT have made it."

"About this marriage thing, Jefferson..." Shoni slid closer to his nephew, determined to find the kernel that started it."

"Wait! Curly owes me a fifty!" With a growl, Curly pulled out his phone, transferred fifty dollars to Jefferson's bank account.

"Now..." Shoni began, stopped as Jefferson held up one arm. "Yep. I want her for life. I'm marrying her white man's way first, then immediately after by Shaman Jengo."

Shoni squinted the effort to read Jefferson's soul. Tribal customs were important to Shoni too so he understood that part. "Why the civil ceremony?"

"I may keep my wife as a slave but I will honor the traditions of her people. Something the slaves on her ancestor's plantation had to do in secret."

"I'll help anyway I can. Just say the word."

"Thanks, Uncle. This fire's ready. So are the iron's!"

Four girls shared glances, afraid of what the men just revealed.

One by one they were led to a birch tree, tied down, their bodies bent over a low hanging limb or a fallen tree. These four trees were exactly why this particular spot was chosen to camp and brand.

They would do all four at the same time, record their collective screams, film the moment the hot irons touched their skin.

As Jefferson fastened Kristy to a low hanging branch, so tight she couldn't even twitch a muscle, he whispered, "You're not going back to school. I want you here where I can monitor how this heals. Once it does, we'll put a tattoo over it, a wedding band with my name across it."

"Will a tattoo take over a brand?" Kristy asked, one mere second before four hot irons landed on four naked hips...