"You don't get off that easy, you slut," he said as he continued to ram his cock into my ass and searched his desk, looking for something. Suddenly he...grabbed a stapler. Before I knew what he was doing, he shoved the stapler into my steaming twat. I moaned in pleasure, never experiencing this before! The stapler was cold, and had hard edges. As he rammed it into my pussy, it rubbed against my clit, caused excess amounts of pleasure. He fucked me with the stapler and his thick cock in my ass,. A quick count told me there were at least eight of them, maybe more outside of our camp keeping watch. Each girl was rolled onto her belly, a short rope with a loop at one end was placed over their head so the loop tightened snug; their arms were pulled back to the small of their back where their wrists were crossed and bound with the rope; their ankles were then pulled up bending at the knee until their ankles were near enough to their wrists that the remaining length of rope could be used to. Her mother unhooked the teen's bra and as she slid it forward, cupped her daughter's full titties to his hungry stare. "They're awfully pretty, aren't they Peter. They're firmer than mine. And such a handful." The tan line was only two triangles barely surrounding the full, pouty nipples, and were phenomenally sexy against the deeply tanned teen's chest. "And her pussy is so well developed, darling." The thong slid downward, and the small tuft of light brown, trimmed hair framed with a white. She didn’t fume at the poaching or stealing itself. No, she fumed because the animals were so small, and she didn’t have anything but some wire to make better traps. She fumed because the only clothes she found to steal were ill-fitting or of poor quality. She fumed because the furs she sold brought so little money for so much effort.Riding north, she was careful to stay hidden from other people, from prying eyes. She knew how to stay hidden in the countryside, but she lacked the skills.