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Liz’s breath caught in her throat and then she found her voice. “What … what are you doing? Please let us go. … Don’t touch me, please.” Her words sounded loud in the quiet of the clearing. Julie struggled in the grip of the two natives. “Leave my mom alone … let us go … we haven’t done anything to you … please.” Compared to their captors, Liz and Julie felt like fetish children; they were at least half a foot or more shorter than the women who surrounded them. There was little question how much control the natives had and how little control their captives had. The chief’s strong hands moved from Liz’s face to her shoulders and then her upper arms, squeezing as she went. She appeared to approve of the firmness and muscle tone. A brief command was spoken small tits and the natives holding Liz released their grip but still Hardcore stood close by. Liz realized her freedom from being held meant little to her overall situation. She looked up and noticed that the chief’s hands were touching her own covering and seemed to be pantomiming that she wanted Liz to remove her shirt. Liz again felt the chill/thrill up her spine and this time were was a tingle in her breasts. The realization was dawning on her indian that she and her daughter were being held by a tribe of Amazons who were lesbians. “NOOOOO, please, don’t make me do that,” Liz said, her eyes fearful as her mind raced with the possibilities. She had enjoyed a few sexual encounters with women but she doubted her daughter had experimented with women. The slight smile on the chief’s face disappeared into a stern look. Her large hands reached and grabbed Liz’s shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying. Liz’s hands tried to grab at the sides of the shirt but the two assistants stepped forward and helped yank and tear the blouse down her arms and off. Liz’s crossed her arms protectively over her camisole top. She suddenly noticed the chief holding a knife and thought, “Where did that come from?” The chief pointed the knife at her hands until the point touched skin. Liz understood the meaning and dropped her arms to her side. Her camisole was damp and was clinging to her 34-c cup breasts. The nipples were evident, the fear and the latent excitement of the situation causing them to harden. The chief grabbed the bottom of the garment, slipped the knife against the cloth and sliced it; she then grabbed it and ripped it open, exposing Liz’s heaving breasts. “MOOOOM, Oh god … Leave her alone,” Julie cried, her eyes wide as she saw her mother’s breasts for the first time. She had to admit they were very attractive, without much sag. Julie started to wonder about their fate as it was obvious these native women were interested in their bodies as sexual play things. Liz grabbed the ruined camisole and pulled it together to cover her breasts. The chief gave a command and the two natives on each side of Liz attacked her shorts, yanking open the belt and then grabbing from each side until there was a loud tearing sound as the material gave way to the strength of the two natives. When Liz moved to try and grab hold of her shorts, one of the women grabbed the back of her torn top and pulled it off and away. Her cotton panties went the way of her shorts, grabbed and ripped free by two pairs of strong hands. Liz was naked but for her socks and hiking boots. The chief turned to the leader of the hunting party that had captured the prey and said something. The six members of the hunting party then approached Liz, grabbed her by the wrists and led her toward one of the huts. “MOOOOMMMM,” Julie yelled, “I’m scared.” “I want to give you exquisite sexual pleasure Sarah, while your man is watching and enjoying,” Biena tells us Hardcore as she indian reaches for a vibrator and resumes licking. "Come on, tell me what's wrong." she said again as she bent over to pull off her shoes. fetish He exclaimed. Avalon gasped. "Take your finger and get between her lips, then work your way up until you feel a hard bump, you will know when you hit it, when you do just keep playing with it." They proceeded to groan and cry out for mercy as the men small tits raped their asses one more time. Kyleigh Jacobs One of David’s leather belts cracked against his ass, swung hard by Cady. “Alright guys, let’s rush the court like savages. Everyone was happy to see me and stopped to chat a moment.