Scouting For Butterflies In Hostile Territory

[LetsDance]

This story is phenomenal. I love the tension and unexpectedness of every development.

I have to agree with this. It's so much better when a story takes unexpected routes and you are nailing it.

[TeenFan]

Scouting For Butterflies
Chapter 8.


Throughout Julia's childhood she had enjoyed a number of games that required being blindfolded or sightless in some manner. Trying to hit a
Pinata at a birthday party or pin the tail on the donkey are fun activities for kids a little younger than Julia is now. She's outgrowing those games.
Marco Polo is a great summer game for the swimming pool, however it is too easy to cheat in that game. Nobody really keeps their eyes closed all
the time. The main reason for Julia to cheat at Marco Polo is if she has an eye (a closed eye to the best of her ability to not get caught) on some
cute boy who is also playing the game. At twelve, Julia is in the first grips of wanting to get "friendly", a little "touchy-feely" with boys her age,
and she really does have to chase them since most boys her age are still not interested in hanging around with girls. Her mother couldn't explain
it, but said most boys dislike being around girls until they reach an age around fourteen, until then boys prefer "No Girls" clubs and to play with
each other in sports as they brag about how much they "chase" girls and how many times they saw a girl naked, mostly all big fat lies.

Marco Polo is a modern version of an older game called Blind Man's Bluff. In this game a blindfolded person catches someone, but sometimes
has to figure out the identity of the person who was captured. Julia never did imagine such a game could be thrust upon her with all the
participants being naked from the waist down, or fully naked in her case. First of all, Julia did not have to do any chasing. Second, she has
seen the faces of all the actors involved but only knows the name of the other blindfolded victim, her brother. Identify her brother by identifying
his genitals. This game is so much fun she must recommend it to her family or perhaps her scout troop. What's not to like about blindly groping
and fondling the cocks of strangers. It's a great way to meet new friends.

So far Julia is perfect in the guessing game of which prick is the right one to pick. It was an easy guess. The cowboy was easily identified by the
big six shooter he had between his legs. It gets harder from here, much harder. Whose hard dick, and both boys standing in front of her have hardons, belongs to her brother? Clovis and the other naked exhibit, Tonto, have a similar sized penis. One of them has bigger balls.

"Feel them up again," Pocahontas said. "Guess right and you get to go home."

Julia felt one boy and then the other. She's still not sure. Making a guess isn't all that bad. Fifty percent chance of being correct. Then Julia's
hands are grabbed. Each hand is placed onto one of the dicks in front of her. Julia feels the length and thickness of each prick one more time,
then she realizes that Pocahontas just gave the game away. By feeling both boys at the same time Julia can tell which boy is taller than the
other. Clovis is taller than the Indian boy. By golly she's got it. It's time to declare who is who and be done with it.

"The boy I'm holding with my right hand is my brother."

"Dang it, you must be cheating," Pocahontas declares. "I'm checking your blindfold."

"Guessed right again," Tonto says, "But that was fun. She can feel me anytime."

"You going to let them go now?" came an older voice, the cowboy wants to know what happens next.

"Not just yet," Pocahontas tells them all, making another change to what she said before. "It's time for lunch. Our guests look hungry. Tonto,
are you hungry? Do you want our friends to join us for lunch?"

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Half an hour later the blindfold is removed from Julia's eyes. For most of that half hour she has been lying down on something hard. It's short in
length like about four feet but high off the ground, her legs dangling from the knees down over the side of something, the feet not touching the ground. Her hands are tied in a new way, the arms spread out wide and tied with what feels like ropes. Only the voice of Pocahontas is heard
during this half hour. Clovis, the cowboy, and Tonto are not wherever she is. The weirdest part of all is what Pocahontas is doing to her. Strange
substances have been placed on her body, strategically placed over her chest and tummy and just above the pubic mound. The aromas of different
food stuffs wafted into Julia's nostrils during these placements, some scents she could identify and some she didn't. Whatever it was placed down
on her pubic mound is super cold. This cold mass was spread downward over her exposed slit. Again, Julia gets the shivers and shakes.

After the stuff was placed on her body, the blindfold is removed. Lifting her head, Julia can see down her body. Her tits area has what looks
like macaroni and cheese formed into two mounds simulating larger breasts than her small ones. The tummy has something yellow and white with chunks and it kinda looks like potato salad. Further down, at the connecting Y of her legs and crotch is something brown and mushy looking.
Seeing the color Julia can now make the connection with a previously unidentified aroma. The brown stuff on her pubic space is tuna fish with
mayo and mustard, perhaps some pickle relish in there as well. A sprinkling of potato chips has been laid out between her tummy and her tuna
covered twat. Looking around the room, Julia sees that she is in a dining room. Her arms are tied by ropes to the legs of the table.

"Why...why are you doing this?" Julia asks.

"Cause we're hungry," Pocahontas tells her. "Indians are happy to share food with lost settlers," and the Indian Princess, still wearing her
Pocahontas Halloween costume steps over to a closed door. "Come on in. Dinner is ready," the Indian princess shouts into another room.

The cowboy and Tonto coming into the dining room is no surprise. The cowboy shows he's a gentleman by having removed his hat indoors, but
Tonto still has his Eagle feather band on his head. A third person enters the dining room, a person Julia did not expect to enter with the two other
captors. Clovis, still naked, still with hands tied behind his back, is also brought into the room. Tonto has hold of one of Clovis' arms and he is
led to a chair to sit down at, needing to be led as he is still blindfolded. Cowboy and Tonto also sit down at the dinner table. Julia looks from the face of the cowboy to the face of Tonto. Of the two faces, only the cowboy showed any surprise at seeing Julia strapped down on the dining room table with various food stuffs on her naked body.

"Clovis, have they treated you okay?" Julia asks.

"Sure...they treated me okay. I'm still in one piece. What's happened to you?"

Pocahontas steps over to Clovis and the prisoner's blindfold is removed. Clovis shakes his head and squints and blinks his eyes. They have been
covered by the strip of cloth for a while so this getting sight back takes half a minute. After sight is restored Clovis' eyes get big and his jaw drops.
After all, how can he not be surprised to see his younger sister presented before him on a table like an all you can eat buffet.

"Too bad we don't have turkey for this Thanksgiving dinner," Pocahontas says. "We don't have much, but we share what we have. Now our guest
Clovis doesn't have use of his hands. Since he is at a disadvantage for trying to eat, Tonto and Cowboy will keep their hands behind their backs during this meal."

[TeenFan]

Scouting For Butterflies
Chapter 9.

Julia, being tied to the dining room table can't move but she can see now. Having eyes to use is a wondrous thing, even if all she has to see
is a horror show. Julia tells herself to remain calm and be observant of everything. She must remember everything about the room and the
descriptions of her captors, so she can describe them to the detectives at the police station...if she ends up making a report to the police
somewhere down the road. But how could she describe this to an adult, let alone a police officer? How could she tell anyone the macaroni
and cheese on her chest feels hot and sticky. It must be fresh off the stove or scooped out of a microwaved plastic tub. Hoe does she inform
her parents how the brown mass of tuna salad pressed against her vaginal slit feels as chilled as an icebox, causing her legs to shiver and get
goose bumpy? How does she repeat, in full detail, the ever-increasing indignities inflicted upon her and her brother? When the assault began,
back at the playground, it was all too fast and confusing. Julia would have had a difficult time getting facial details and features of the bodies
recalled with any degree of accuracy. Having her eyes back, Julia has a second chance to get a good look.

After all the horrible humiliations, all the disgusting displays of her body to a group of three sickos who get their jollies by capturing and stripping
innocent travelers through the local city park. It was Julia's turn to see some nekkid flesh. The naked one is her brother. Fortunately, Clovis is
not at all bad to look at. Upon the bad boys being let into the room to answer the dinner bell, Julia watches closely as each of her assailants
enters the dining room. The cowboy is very much taller and bigger than the other boy. Cowboy is wearing a vest and no shirt. He has on
Longjohns and chaps and weird rubber wading boots as if he was about to go fishing instead of holding up strangers he met on the trail. He is well
muscled and looks to be around fifteen or so if Julia's estimate is correct. The cowboy has a strange look on his face, like he's not sure of his
surroundings, seeing things in the house for the first time, seeing and doing things he normally doesn't do. Always a hint of hesitation with the
Cowboy.

Nothing but enthusiasm and eagerness and loads of energy from Tonto. The Indian brave appears to be younger than Clovis and that makes
Tonto twelve years old. The Indian is appropriately dressed in a tight fitting small looking loincloth with moccasins and a feathered headband.
There are lines of red paint on his face and some geometric designs on his chest. He looks very authentic down to the well-tanned body. Only
the lighter patch of skin at his hips, where the thin leather strap holding the loincloth flaps together, proves that Tonto is indeed a white boy who
spends a lot of time in the sun.

Tonto is leading her brother by the elbow, taking him to the table. Clovis is still blindfolded, his hands still bound behind the back. For the first
time in two years Julia sees her brother's body fully naked from top to bottom. He has grown a light patch of hair above his penis, hair not thick
or long but surprisingly dark considering that Clovis has hair on his head that is almost blond. The penis has lost its erected state. It looks longer
and points downward more than Julia remembered from earlier days, when her brother's dick pointed straight outward all the time. She noticed
that because Clovis had to point his penis down toward the toilet bowl when he peed in the morning. The way it looks now, if Clovis was to pee
hands free, the downward angle would probably send the flow to land several feet in front of his feet. During the "Guess the boy by the dick"
game played less than an hour ago, Julia got a feel for the full length of her brother's penis and guessed it to be around four inches and a half.

During the previous games and water hose tortures Julia was blindfolded and could only imagine the eyes of her captors gazing on her bared
body. No imagination needed now, she can see the gleam in the eyes of her tormentors. The cowboy is more curious than cocky and conceited,
gazing into Julia's eyes with an almost apologetic expression. The cowboy looked down when he saw Julia looking right into his eyes.

The eyes of Tonto were akin to a delighted child just coming downstairs to open his Christmas presents, full of wonder and awe, prancing into
the room with passion and zeal, only being slowed down due to having to drag the reluctant Clovis with him.

The definition of getting one's jollies applies most aptly to the Indian Princes.
(To seek out, indulge in, or enjoy something fun or pleasurable. The term usually hints at a certain degree of perverse satisfaction).

Pocahontas stands by the table, gazing upon her handiwork with unconcealed delight. So proud she is of her bounteous table, set for the nourishment and yes, the amusement of her two co-conspirators. She is putting on quite the entertainment and Julia is both dinner and the
show.

[notme222]

I'm just gonna bump this in the hope TeenFan is inspired to give us a couple more chapters and eventual closure on this story. And of course the other POV on it, "Teddy Tells no Tales".

[TeenFan]

Yes, this story is gonna be on my priority list.
Thanks for your interest. This link should take those interested to page one of "Teddy Tells No Tales", which follows right below the end of
the previous story called "Birthday Boy Beware"

viewtopic.php?f=5&t=2507&start=10

Interested readers do give me inspiration to continue on a story.

[Datom]

Looking forward to seeing what happens next. Are they teased more? Tied up? Exhibited more? Looking forward to more.