Order of Keokuk - Weekend of Silence (FFF/F)

[Brez510]

There is an old expression that sometimes you have to know "how to read the room." You must understand who you are dealing with and give them their space if they want it.



Jacy Stone was seemingly not good at reading the room a few weeks back.



Her overly perky, polite, but in-your-face demeanor and belief that everyone sees the world the way she does, as a fun-filled party, backfired on her.



Let me explain. I'm Andrew Evans. I have worked at the Starlight Campground and Cabins as a summer job since I started college. I'm ready to begin my senior year, and Mr. Hankins, who owns the Campgrounds, believes in me. I've become the head of his guest relations department.



My job, along with Amanda Harris and Jacy, is to ensure our campers and cabin vacationers are having a great time. We visit their campsites every day to ensure they are happy, discuss all the activities the grounds offer, tell them about the evening stage entertainment, deliver some home-cooked surprises on occasion, and help book kyack, rafting, fishing, and day excursions.



We do a great job. Mr. Hankins, though, has always had a golden rule: If there are folks who want to chill and not take advantage of our guest services, we should respect them and leave them alone in peace.



I've told Jacy, who is with us for her first season, to tone it down and "read the room." Some folks might want to take advantage of everything we offer, primarily families, while seasoned campers might want to use us solely to book a fishing or white water raft trip.



Jacy still doesn't get the concept. She was a high school cheerleader, prom queen, actress, and student government President. She is used to being the center of attention and thinks everyone has the same sense of enthusiasm. She might be the prettiest girl I have ever seen. Jacy looks like your typical cheerleader: blond, with a beautiful body, pretty legs, and perfect shape.



Two Wednesdays ago, Jacy, Amanda, and I sat in the office reviewing the campers list for the next several days.



Friday was going to be a big check-in. Every spot in the campgrounds' tent, RV, and cabin sections was booked. I looked over the list. I told Amanda to pay special attention to the Alexander Family Reunion, a yearly event. Twenty members of the family camp together each year. They are a joyous and very fun-loving family. I told Amanda they participated in everything and to stay close to help them have a good time.



On the other hand, I told Jacy not to bother the Order of Keokuk. I told her to check them in and leave them to their own devices.



Jacy was anxious to know what the Order of Keokuk was.



I informed her that Keokuk was a Native American name for someone alert and watchful.



The Order of Keokuk consists of retired female military special forces members who meet at the campground twice yearly. Ten of them will be camping.



On this visit, they wanted to be given a spot in the most remote section of the campgrounds and communicate using only hand signals and gestures for the weekend. They would not speak for three days.



When they were in the military, they all served at different times in the same unit that frequently used Indian hand signals to communicate.



Their only request was to be left alone for their time there. Their group leader, Linda Murry, felt that hand signal communications brought them closer together, were in some ways spiritual, and helped them with their mental toughness in everyday life.



They dressed like Indians from the 1800s while camping in respect to the Keokuk heritage.



Jacy started laughing at my explanation. She said it was kind of dumb. She insisted and told me she would make me a bet that she would get them involved in other campground activities by the weekend's end.



I told her to check them in and let them be. She agreed, but I could see a twinkle in her eyes, saying she was hell-bent on making them participate or at least letting them know how they could participate in other activities.



I told her again that I wanted them to be left alone. The last thing they wanted to do was play bingo or sing karaoke at night.



They were tough, not the kind to mess with or force what Jacy considered fun on them.



Friday came, and we were ready to start checking guests in. We spent the next few hours greeting guests. We had a little break as we waited for the last group, the Order of Keokuk, who were scheduled to arrive at six.



I asked Amanda where Jacy was. She told me she was in the back changing. I was ready to ask, "Changing into what?" when she appeared wearing what can only be described as a too-sexy, too-revealing Indian costume consisting of rawhide too short and tight shorts with fringes. She also had a tight rawhide cut-off top with fringes showing way too much cleavage. She was barefoot and had her light blond hair in pigtails.



I was getting temporarily hot looking at her, but I gathered my composure and was ready to tell her to change immediately when Linda Murry walked in. I was so embarrassed.



Linda was in her 40s. A former Major in the military, she was close to 6 feet tall, all muscle and no fat, no-nonsense, and standing straight as an arrow, stone-faced as she looked Jacy up and down.



There was total silence in the room when Jacy opened her mouth and told Linda that she was the Order of Keokuk's Indian Maiden at her service.



Linda told Jacy her group didn't need an Indian Maiden and asked if she could speak to me in my office.



Linda told me to keep Jacy out of her face. The Order of Keokuk was there to carry on their ritual of silence, and Jacy was not needed to assist them.



I assured Linda that that was the last she would see of Jacy during their stay.



Just as we finished talking, Linda and I looked out the window. I could see she was fuming.



Right out the front door of the building, Jacy was sitting on the tailgate of Linda Murray's pickup truck, legs crossed, entertaining the members of the Order of Keokuck. Many of the ladies took selfies with Jacy in her overly revealing costume. Jacy seemed to be flirting with them, or at least trying hard to befriend them, and seemed to enjoy the attention.



Linda ran out of my office and scolded her group, reminding them why they were there.



The group broke up, got into their vehicles, and headed down the dirt road towards their campsite.



I took Jacy into my office and told her to stop bothering Linda and the girls from the Order. I said that she wasn't reading the room well.



Instead of understanding, Jacy told me how all the girls except Linda loved her just as she thought. She could tell they wanted to do more at the campgrounds than continue their stupid rituals. They seemed to like fun and would participate in some of the activities if they had the chance.



Just as I was ready again to try to make Jacy understand, Mr. Hankins called me on my walkie-talkie. He wanted Amanda and me to solve a problem with a minor cabin booking issue.



As we were ready to leave, I told Jacy not to go anywhere and that I would return in fifteen minutes. In the meantime, I told her to change back into her work clothes.



When I came back about a half hour later, Jacy was gone. I guess she finally got the message and was dealing with guests who had questions or wanted to know more about the evening activities.



Well, the next time I saw Jacy was at midnight, four hours later! I was ready to blow my top, so I asked where she had been for all these hours.



Jacy then told me this story -



After you guys went to handle the cabin problem, I decided to go to the Order of the Keokuk campsite and post the weekend schedule on the bulletin board leading into their area.



When the girls talked to me on the truck, I could tell they wanted to see me again and learn about things other than the dull silence game organized by Linda Murray.



I never took off my Indian Maiden costume like you asked. It was a big hit.



So, I got a golf cart and headed to their site. It was quite a drive since they requested the most remote area.



I got out of the cart and started walking towards their campsite. The activities sheet was in my hand, ready to post on the bulletin board.



I heard some rustling in the woods. It was getting dark, and I assumed some nighttime animals were getting ready to forage.



Just as I approached the bulletin board, from behind, a hand tightly clamped around my mouth. Three girls from the Order of Keokuk stood before me, dressed in rawhide pants and tops with full war paint on their faces. They didn't look that mean when I spoke to them earlier. It was terrifying.



I tried to talk through the hand around my mouth. Every time I uttered a sound, the grip on my lips and jaw got tighter, and her grip around my waist with her other arm pulled me closer to her chest.



It was useless to attempt to scream or run.



So here I was, hand gagged now, staring straight ahead to what seemed like all the women of the Order of Keokuk looking at me, not speaking.



One thing was for sure: I could read their faces and body language.



A few looked pissed that I was invading their space, and a couple looked at me with a desire that seemed somewhat less than honorable if they had me alone. Some just smiled or smirked.



Linda Murry then pushed her way through the group and stared me down. Her piercing blue eyes remained laser-focused on my hand-gagged face.



She gave a hand signal. With that, one of the girls took a small cloth out of a pouch she had slung over her shoulder. The girl holding me took her hand off my mouth. She also took her other arm off my waist. She then took both my arms, pulled them tightly behind my back, and held them.



The girl with the cloth stuffed it deeply inside my mouth. She wasn't trying to play nice.



Linda gave another hand command, and one of the girls took a red bandana out of her pouch. She walked behind me and blindfolded me.



I was now petrified. Blindfolded and unable to speak with the cloth in my mouth, I had no idea what would happen next.



Since they were into their silent weekend, only using hand signals, I had no idea what would happen next.



I would soon find out.



The girl holding my hands behind my back now seemed to be joined by another. I felt my wrists encircled with thin rawhide strips, like the fringes on my outfit.



My elbows were then tied with the same kind of strips.

One girl grabbed both elbows, making them touch, while the other tightly drew the rawhide around them.



My wrists and elbows were now throbbing. They were tied so tightly.



More girls joined in as strips were run over and under my breasts and tied off around my forearms.



There were multiple hands, each efficiently doing their job on different parts of my body.



One girl tied off the cloth in my mouth by pulling several thin rawhide strips between my teeth and tying them off behind my neck.



She pulled the strips so hard that the cloth in my mouth was pushed back even further.



I was now fully bound, gagged, and blindfolded.



With their work complete, I was gently pushed to start walking.



My feet hurt. I went barefoot in my costume to their campsite. I didn't expect to do much walking.



After what seemed like an eternity, I could smell a fire. We must have been at the center of their campsite.



I was moved to what felt like a camp chair and pushed into the seat.



One of the girls placed her hands on my knees and knelt before me.



She crossed my ankles and tied them together with a long rawhide strip, circling the strip around them four times before tying them off.



She then took her hands and slowly moved them up my legs. I didn't like how she did this so slowly and deliberately. I regretted wearing such a revealing costume. My shorts were too short, and the cut-off top was way too tight.



Andrew was right; I should have changed like he asked me to.



She then took more rawhide, ran it around my legs above the knees, and tied it off.



I wanted to get loose but was afraid to struggle. With my arms and elbows tied painfully tight and with the rawhide strips cinched around my breasts, any struggling I would have done would have looked too provocative and hot.



I just sat there, having no idea what was happening.



Were they all staring at me? Were they desiring me as their personal Indian maiden slutty prisoner to do as they wished? Or were they trying to teach me a big lesson for taking advantage of their privacy?



They would be crazy to try to do anything bad to me. I was becoming less concerned about that.



Like in high school, I was once again the center of attention. It was crazy, but I was getting a little hot and a bit of a charge out of this.



I decided to struggle a little. Give them their money's worth for capturing me.



I gently moaned through the gag. I acted like I was trying to get loose. I pushed my chest out as much as I could. I strained my legs to get loose. All the muscles in my legs were being accentuated by the struggle.



I had no idea how this was being received. There was no sound from anyone; I could sense their movement.



When I struggled, I could hear more shuffling of feet and movement of bodies.



The fire was crackling. I was close to it, tied in the chair, and starting to sweat.



I could feel pools of water around my breasts and legs, making them glisten. I struggled even more for the Order of Keokuk women.



I smelled food cooking.



The girls were making dinner.



I sensed someone next to me. She untied my gag and then stuck her fingers gently in my mouth as she slowly removed the cloth.



Standing before me, she gently placed her hand across my mouth. Then, she took her hand and put two fingers on my lips, telling me not to speak.



Another girl approached me and put a piece of what smelled like grilled chicken on my lips. I took it with my teeth and ate it.



I was fed and offered some juice.



When the meal was finished, I was gagged again—this time with a bandana around my mouth. Nothing was packed inside.



I had been in their camp for a few hours.



Eventually, I stood up. Two of the girls, who I could sense were large and muscular, held me seated in their crossed arms.



My bound legs dangled as they began walking me. I could tell others were also walking around me.



I was returned to the golf cart.



One of the girls cut away the rawhide bindings. They were so tight it took some doing. I was left blindfolded and gagged as I could hear them head back down the path.



I removed the gag and blindfold and drove back here.



That was Jacy's story of why she had disappeared for so long.



My heart was pounding. First, I asked Jacy if she was OK.



She told me she was scared, but ultimately, it was what she deserved. Maybe she was too enthusiastic around the ladies earlier in the day.



I told Jacy we would all get fired for this. I raised my voice, letting her know that Linda Murray would probably tell Mr. Hankins what had happened in the morning.



I told Jacy to go home and think about what she had done by going to their campsite when she was told not to.



I couldn't sleep all night worrying about the ramifications of this incident.



Saturday came, then Sunday, the day the Order of Keokuk was to check out.



All Saturday and into Sunday, no Linda Murray storming into my office, no Mr. Hankins telling me how his business was ruined.



It was too calm.



I let Jacy work. She was pretty sullen, waiting for the hammer to drop.



Around three o'clock, Linda Murray came into my office. I must have turned white as a ghost waiting for Linda's wrath to engulf me.



Surprisingly, Linda was very calm and asked me if she could make the reservation for next year's Order of Keokuk's Weekend of Silence.



I was puzzled and honored her request.



She then told me there was one crucial detail before she signed off on the reservation.



I was ready to tell her I was sorry about what happened with Jacy and would assure her that if she continued to be employed, she would not work that weekend.



Linda looked at me and said, "Quite to the contrary. We would not book the date if our Indian Maiden were not assigned to the Order of Keokuk next year."



I promised to assure her that Jacy would work with her group!



Linda Murray left, and I called Jacy into my office.



I relayed to her what Linda said, and Jacy said, "I told you all the girls loved me and would do more activities if they had the chance. I guess I do know how to read a room."



Jacy was right. She did know how to read the room, after all!!



She left the office and told me that maybe she could count on a raise next year.



I didn't want to fire Jacy, and I'm glad things worked out.



Now I could relax and fantasize about what Jacy looked like, tied up as a helpless Indian Maiden!

[Tetrahedron7Z]

This story is awesome. Great work.

[Brez510]

Thanks for the feedback!