Caught by Little indians (fffff/M) - Up to Part 4 (Finished) - Request by zelda 99
Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2020 7:38 pm
Hi there. This is my first time replying a story request, I hope you like it. For those familiar with my other story, this will be a lot shorter than that one, maybe 3-4 chapters only. Enjoy!
Part 1
Finally I got on this long awaited vacations. I was having a lot of hard time in my office, also a hard time with my neighbours, and I needed this. Yes, I needed to go away from the city, away from all my problems and be here, on my way to camping.
I love camping. I used to go camping a lot since I was a child, with my father and my two brothers. I remember the preparations, the night before, where we couldn’t sleep because of the anticipation. The actual road trip, which took several hours. And finally the actual camping. From three to four days of living outside a house, far from everything we know, far from TV and other distractions. Just the four of us, enjoying some time together fishing, talking to each other, just having a good time.
This time, of course, I was going by myself. I needed this time just for me. There shouldn’t be any issues: I knew the road, if anything happened to the car, I knew how to fix it. I am not a great mechanic but I know the basics. I know the perfect spots to place my tent, and I know how to survive, At least for a few days. Besides, I am a grown up man now, a 32 year old man. What could possibly go wrong?
Nothing happened during the road until I got to the forest. Once there, I saw some families camping, nothing outside the ordinary. The first area was just were most people stay, and it was a little quiet, but not quiet enough for me. I was going even deeper, were most people didn’t go. It wasn’t dangerous, since there was no sight of wild animals there. I just wanted some peace and tranquility.
So it came to my surprise that on my way there, to “my spot”, I thought I saw a small camp. Well, really small. There were like four to five young girls, dressed as indians. That was odd, I thought, usually there isn’t a lot of people around here, especially families. Yes, I know that my father and my brothers used to come all the way here, but we were the only ones. But still, there didn’t seem to be any adults with them. Heh, not my actual problem. Under other circumstances, I would have called the forest ranger, but they seem to be playing and besides, how can a bunch of girls set their tents and be there without any help? They are going to be fine. What could possibly go wrong?
So the first day and night went pretty much as expected. So much silence, so much peace. Nobody was there. So it was pretty much of a surprise when I went to my pick-up truck and I thought there was some rope missing. Odd. Not that I needed it right away, but that surely had never happened to me before. I drove back to the only place near that I had seen some people: the girls camp. But there was nobody there. Even odder. Maybe I just looked wrong? Maybe I hadn’t brought the rope? Meh, I didn’t need it anyway. I went back to my tent and to my activities.
And went night came, it happened.
I was planning to go to sleep early. You see, without electricity there isn’t much to do alone in the forest. Yes, you could look at the pretty stars, but I was still worried about the missing rope and annoyed by the fact that there was a small camp with no adult supervision whatsoever. I decided to go and get some rest. When suddenly, I heard it. It was like a little battle cry. An indian battle cry. Only, this one didn’t sound as actual indian male warriors.
It was a girl’s voice.
I was in complete darkness in my tent and suddenly I saw lights all over the place. There were at least five torches I could count from inside the tent, watching the light through the walls. Were there the girls I had seen before?
“You, white man, come outside. Hands on your head!” I heard a little girl’s voice.
This wasn’t actually happening. I mean, this was a game right? I hesitated a little. The girl called again. “White man, come outside. Now!”
I sighed. This was supposed to be a game for them, I might as well play along. It was actually pretty boring outside here, in the woods, and this could be a little fun. I opened my tent and came out with my hands on my head.
“On your knees, white man!”
There were indeed, five girls, from different ages. The smaller one seemed to be six years old while the tallest was maybe twelve or thirteen. They all held some torches. The tallest girl made a sign with her head to one of the others and she took her torch, now holding two torches. The other girl approached me with something in her hand. Rope. Was that my own rope? The one I thought I had lost. I couldn’t see it very well with the torch light.
“On your knees, white man!” The tallest girl called again. I complied and decided to play along. This was a game obviously.
“Oh please, please, mighty indian, don’t hurt me. I am just a lonely white boy. I mean no harm to your people.” I said kneeling on the floor. Some of the smaller girls giggled.
“Silence!” The tallest girl, apparently their leader, said. “You are now prisoner. I am Red Eagle and you come with us. Understand?”
I was about to speak but I recalled the silence command. I just nodded. “Good. Secure prisoner.” Red Eagle said as the girl with the rope came behind me and pulled my arms behind my back. Soon after I felt ropes being tied around my wrists.
I looked at the girls better while I was being restrained. They all seemed to have some sort of indian headdress. The leader was wearing a red one, therefore the name Red Eagle. Good. That would be a good way to recognize them.
There was silence except from an occasional giggling from the smaller girls. I felt a cinch behind me and I knew my hands were secured. But that wasn’t the only rope they were using. Soon, another rope was tied around my arms, pinning them to my sides, and tied very tightly.
“Ouch!” I protested at the tightness. “There is no need to…”
“Silence, white man!” Red Eagle said again. “You be gagged if you disobey.” I sighed and nodded.
After the rope was tied around me, Red Eagle commanded me to get on my feet. It was hard, having my arms tied to my sides and my wrists tied behind me, but I got there. I took this time to test my bonds. They seemed secured enough. Maybe this girls were girl scouts and knew their way around rope. This was going to be funny.
Red Eagle gave the torch back to the girl who tied me. And then she took the rope in her hand. I then noticed it: the rope around me had a leash.
“Prisoner ready. Go back to camp.”
All the girls made the battle cry again, like they had achieved some kind of victory. I still decided to play along. Clearly I wasn’t going anywhere.
I mean… what could possibly go wrong?
Part 1
Finally I got on this long awaited vacations. I was having a lot of hard time in my office, also a hard time with my neighbours, and I needed this. Yes, I needed to go away from the city, away from all my problems and be here, on my way to camping.
I love camping. I used to go camping a lot since I was a child, with my father and my two brothers. I remember the preparations, the night before, where we couldn’t sleep because of the anticipation. The actual road trip, which took several hours. And finally the actual camping. From three to four days of living outside a house, far from everything we know, far from TV and other distractions. Just the four of us, enjoying some time together fishing, talking to each other, just having a good time.
This time, of course, I was going by myself. I needed this time just for me. There shouldn’t be any issues: I knew the road, if anything happened to the car, I knew how to fix it. I am not a great mechanic but I know the basics. I know the perfect spots to place my tent, and I know how to survive, At least for a few days. Besides, I am a grown up man now, a 32 year old man. What could possibly go wrong?
Nothing happened during the road until I got to the forest. Once there, I saw some families camping, nothing outside the ordinary. The first area was just were most people stay, and it was a little quiet, but not quiet enough for me. I was going even deeper, were most people didn’t go. It wasn’t dangerous, since there was no sight of wild animals there. I just wanted some peace and tranquility.
So it came to my surprise that on my way there, to “my spot”, I thought I saw a small camp. Well, really small. There were like four to five young girls, dressed as indians. That was odd, I thought, usually there isn’t a lot of people around here, especially families. Yes, I know that my father and my brothers used to come all the way here, but we were the only ones. But still, there didn’t seem to be any adults with them. Heh, not my actual problem. Under other circumstances, I would have called the forest ranger, but they seem to be playing and besides, how can a bunch of girls set their tents and be there without any help? They are going to be fine. What could possibly go wrong?
So the first day and night went pretty much as expected. So much silence, so much peace. Nobody was there. So it was pretty much of a surprise when I went to my pick-up truck and I thought there was some rope missing. Odd. Not that I needed it right away, but that surely had never happened to me before. I drove back to the only place near that I had seen some people: the girls camp. But there was nobody there. Even odder. Maybe I just looked wrong? Maybe I hadn’t brought the rope? Meh, I didn’t need it anyway. I went back to my tent and to my activities.
And went night came, it happened.
I was planning to go to sleep early. You see, without electricity there isn’t much to do alone in the forest. Yes, you could look at the pretty stars, but I was still worried about the missing rope and annoyed by the fact that there was a small camp with no adult supervision whatsoever. I decided to go and get some rest. When suddenly, I heard it. It was like a little battle cry. An indian battle cry. Only, this one didn’t sound as actual indian male warriors.
It was a girl’s voice.
I was in complete darkness in my tent and suddenly I saw lights all over the place. There were at least five torches I could count from inside the tent, watching the light through the walls. Were there the girls I had seen before?
“You, white man, come outside. Hands on your head!” I heard a little girl’s voice.
This wasn’t actually happening. I mean, this was a game right? I hesitated a little. The girl called again. “White man, come outside. Now!”
I sighed. This was supposed to be a game for them, I might as well play along. It was actually pretty boring outside here, in the woods, and this could be a little fun. I opened my tent and came out with my hands on my head.
“On your knees, white man!”
There were indeed, five girls, from different ages. The smaller one seemed to be six years old while the tallest was maybe twelve or thirteen. They all held some torches. The tallest girl made a sign with her head to one of the others and she took her torch, now holding two torches. The other girl approached me with something in her hand. Rope. Was that my own rope? The one I thought I had lost. I couldn’t see it very well with the torch light.
“On your knees, white man!” The tallest girl called again. I complied and decided to play along. This was a game obviously.
“Oh please, please, mighty indian, don’t hurt me. I am just a lonely white boy. I mean no harm to your people.” I said kneeling on the floor. Some of the smaller girls giggled.
“Silence!” The tallest girl, apparently their leader, said. “You are now prisoner. I am Red Eagle and you come with us. Understand?”
I was about to speak but I recalled the silence command. I just nodded. “Good. Secure prisoner.” Red Eagle said as the girl with the rope came behind me and pulled my arms behind my back. Soon after I felt ropes being tied around my wrists.
I looked at the girls better while I was being restrained. They all seemed to have some sort of indian headdress. The leader was wearing a red one, therefore the name Red Eagle. Good. That would be a good way to recognize them.
There was silence except from an occasional giggling from the smaller girls. I felt a cinch behind me and I knew my hands were secured. But that wasn’t the only rope they were using. Soon, another rope was tied around my arms, pinning them to my sides, and tied very tightly.
“Ouch!” I protested at the tightness. “There is no need to…”
“Silence, white man!” Red Eagle said again. “You be gagged if you disobey.” I sighed and nodded.
After the rope was tied around me, Red Eagle commanded me to get on my feet. It was hard, having my arms tied to my sides and my wrists tied behind me, but I got there. I took this time to test my bonds. They seemed secured enough. Maybe this girls were girl scouts and knew their way around rope. This was going to be funny.
Red Eagle gave the torch back to the girl who tied me. And then she took the rope in her hand. I then noticed it: the rope around me had a leash.
“Prisoner ready. Go back to camp.”
All the girls made the battle cry again, like they had achieved some kind of victory. I still decided to play along. Clearly I wasn’t going anywhere.
I mean… what could possibly go wrong?