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How Ronny Throckmorton Was Saved From The Indians
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)
***
Captured by Indians as a boy, he grew up as an Indian.
When a white woman and her three children are captured
by his arch enemy, endangering the tribe, he undertakes
getting them back to where they belong. Along the way,
though, they must abide by his customs, including his
attitude toward sex. Rape is part of the story, but not
a code. (MF, Mf, mf, ped, exh, inc, reluc, 1st, preg)
***
Badger Claw peered into the distance, at the cloud of
dust coming toward his small band of braves. He could
tell it was Yellow Water's band from the careless way
they let everyone know where they were. They had been
raiding again, even though the chief had told them to
cease that activity. Yellow water didn't listen to
anybody, most of all the Chief.
He wanted to be Chief himself, but he was too cowardly
to challenge Grey Cloud. Instead he complained that
Grey Cloud gave in to the white man, that Grey Cloud
was a weak leader, that the tribe had suffered since
Grey Cloud became chief. He conveniently forgot to
mention that the only reason the members of the tribe
were still alive was because of Grey Cloud's skillful
dealings with the white man.
Yellow Water hated the white man more than anything
else in the world... except perhaps Badger Claw. He
hated Badger Claw the same as he hated the white man,
because Badger Claw was white. And he hated Badger Claw
more than the white man because Badger Claw was a
better Indian than Yellow Water was. Everyone said
that... and it made Yellow Water almost insane.
Badger Claw had once been known as Ronald Throckmorton
Jr, back when he was five years old. He had a couple of
very dim memories of a white woman who made him feel
warm and safe, and of some of the things the white
people used in their lodges that never moved. But that
was all.
He knew he had been taken from the woman in a raid
fifteen summers ago. He had been treated like a slave,
which was how all captives were treated. But he had
rebelled. He fought anyone who tried to make him do
anything, earning many beatings until at last, when he
was older, the elders of the tribe got tired of
fighting with him and put him into training with the
braves.
Now he had to fight them for a place of honor in their
society. And when he fought he kicked, scratched, bit
and used anything that came to hand to inflict as much
damage as he possibly could. His policy was that if he
had to fight, he wanted to fight a man only once.
Regardless of the outcome of the fight, he wanted the
opponent to go away thinking "I never want to fight
that boy again." That was how he got his name.
Captured by Indians as a boy, he grew up as an Indian.
When a Yellow Water was the first boy he beat in a
fight. Yellow Water had hated him ever since. He used
to make comments about Badger Claw and spread lies
about him. But Badger Claw went to him and challenged
him to another fight over a lie he had told. Yellow
Water, who had been named for the fact that, as a young
boy, when he was frightened, wet himself, could not
refuse to fight.
For almost a week after that, Yellow Water peed red
instead of yellow. Now he knew better than to say
things about his enemy, but he dreamed about getting
even. He didn't want to kill Badger Claw. He wanted to
embarrass him... make the other men laugh at him...
discredit him as a member of the tribe. He wanted to
crush his hated foe's spirit.
Badger Claw knew there would be trouble as soon as he
saw what Yellow Water had done. Yellow Water had taken
captives. Two young males, a female a little older than
them, and a woman. The soldiers would surely retaliate,
and their vengeance would be terrible. Badger Claw had
seen what the new weapon they had could do. By turning
a crank many bullets spat out of the gun, like hail
from a cloud. His people would have ho chance.
"Let them go" he ordered Yellow Water when his band had
ridden up, howling and hooting about their bravery.
Yellow River had found whiskey at the farm they had
raided. No men had been present. The older woman had
killed three braves with her rifle before one had snuck
up behind her and knocked her unconscious. Yellow Water
had plans for her. "I am no coward like some people I
know" he boasted, knowing better than to name Badger
Claw as one of those cowards. "I have taken captives,
and they are mine to do with as I please."
Badger Claw looked at the captives. The boys looked
alike, as if they were two kernels of corn. They had
seen perhaps thirteen summers. The girl had yellow
hair, was perhaps sixteen summers old, and something
deep inside Badger Claw stirred when he looked at her.
She was frightened, and badly enough that she shook
with her fear. The woman looked gray and there was
blood soaking her left shoulder and back. She would die
if that wound was not tended.
The girl spoke to the woman. "Mamma! That one's a white
man! Look Mamma! We're saved!"
Yellow Water casually backhanded the girl hard enough
to fling her to the ground where she lay, sobbing.
There was nothing Badger Claw could do. He took his men
and continued to hunt.
Later that night there was a council. The elders were
not pleased with Yellow Water. They too knew that the
soldiers would come and many people would die. But
Yellow Water was not sorry. He said they had just gone
to the farm to ask for something to eat, and the woman
had killed like a coward, from hiding. His friend had
been killed by this woman.
Badger Claw looked at the others who had been with
Yellow Water. All were worthless on a hunt, but they
looked unhappy now, as if the truth were not being
told. Badger claw's mouth dropped open as he heard
Yellow Water boast that he would decorate his lodge
with the woman's hair. Their tribe did not take the
hair of their enemies, like some people. It was not a
worthy or honorable thing to do.
There was murmuring among the council. Yellow Water
knew he had gone too far. Badger Claw saw his chance.
He stood. "You are a coward, who brings the soldiers
down on our people. I say you lie."
There was silence. Such a thing must be challenged. If
not Yellow Water would have no honor at all. Badger
Claw didn't wait. "I will rid the tribe of this bringer
of doom. I challenge him for the right to own the
captives. When they are mine I will take them back and
release them to the soldiers."
Mouths were open. Such a challenge was rare. To fight
for ownership of captives meant a fight to the death.
The one challenged chose what weapons could be used,
which usually gave that person a distinct advantage.
Yellow Water stood as if frozen. He was almost as pale
as Badger Claw. All eyes were on him. "Knives" he said,
his voice almost a whisper. "Mine is in my lodge." He
turned and left. Badger Claw started after, knowing,
just as everyone else, that no person went anywhere
without his fighting knife. Yellow
Water began running and the whole camp erupted. Yellow
Water reached his lodge and ducked inside. There were
screams from the lodge. Badger Claw knew better than to
use the entrance. He nodded to one of his friends and,
together, they slit a tall triangle to one side and let
it fall so that they could see inside.
Yellow Water had one of the twins between him and
Badger Claw. He had jerked the boy's head back and his
knife was laid at his throat. The other boy was tied to
the yellow haired girl, who was screaming. The woman
had been stripped and staked out inside the lodge,
spread eagle. There were unmistakable signs that she
had been beaten and bred... perhaps repeatedly.
Others saw this too, and a hush came over the tribe. No
one acted like this!
This was not what a real person did, even to captives.
Yellow Water would be banished for doing this to the
woman. He snarled. "I'll kill them all if you don't
leave me alone. Then the soldiers will kill all of
you!"
Badger Claw turned slightly away from Yellow Water and
reversed his fighting knife. "Get Back!" he yelled
loudly, as if he were doing what Yellow Water demanded.
Then, fluidly, he turned and threw. His knife blossomed
from Yellow water's forehead, just above and between
his eyes. Yellow Water dropped like a stone.
There was a general exclamation by the watching
tribesmen. By tribal law, the fight had been completed
properly, if only technically. Yellow Water had said
"knives" and Badger Claw had used a knife. Gray Cloud
stepped forward. "Badger Claw has won these captives
with honor. Let no one say otherwise." He turned to
Badger Claw. "Hasten away with these white people. I
think they are nothing but trouble." He looked at the
woman who had been brutalized. "She will want revenge.
This could end badly for us all."
Badger Claw frowned. "I will take them to the soldiers.
Perhaps they will listen to me as I look like them. I
will tell them that a criminal took them and was
punished. I will tell them he is dead. These people
will tell them as well." he pointed to the captives.
Gray Cloud nodded hopefully.
Badger Claw watched the last of his fellow tribesmen
walk away from what had been Yellow Water's lodge. Then
he turned to look at "his" captives. No one had touched
them. Yellow Water lay sprawled, staring lifelessly up
at the smoke hole. Badger Claw sighed. Weapons first.
It would be difficult to get his knife out of that
skull. He knelt and there was a cracking sound as he
worked the knife back and forth, widening the hole. He
didn't dare move it sideways for fear of breaking the
blade. The yellow haired girl cried out each time
Yellow Water's bones broke a little more.
Finally, with a yank, the knife came loose. He wiped it
on Yellow Water's loincloth. He turned to the woman,
still tied to stakes of wood driven into the earth. She
had been straining to pull those stakes out and the
rawhide binding her had cut into her wrists and ankles
making her bleed. She was very pale and in bad shape,
but the head wound had stopped bleeding. There was a
mass of black crusted blood in her hair. She was
bruised and dirty.
Yellow Water had beaten her as he raped her. He had
also apparently thought it was fun to spill his seed on
the outside of her body, as she was splattered with
that too. On impulse Badger Claw inspected the dirt
around her. None of the others had taken part. There
was only one set of footprints around her.
It was too bad. She had been a pretty woman. Now she
looked almost dead. He could deal with that later... if
she didn't die. He bent over her with the knife and saw
her eyes widen in fear. She thought he was going to
kill her. Some dim memory bubbled up and he said the
word "No".
Her eyes registered and he realized he had spoken her
language. He cut her ankles free first, holding out his
hand to her, as if soothing a wild horse as he
approached it. Then her left wrist. Most people favored
the other hand for most things, including using
weapons. He paused and they looked at each other. She
was breathing hard at the thought of being free. Again
he held out his hand and, maintaining eye contact, he
cut the last of her bonds. She rubbed her wrists and
moaned in pain as the blood came back into lifeless
fingers and toes. She had been tied tightly. She did
not try to get up.
He turned to the others. The yellow haired girl began
keening and he was surprised to hear the woman behind
him say something forcefully and the girl went quiet.
He cut her loose from the twin and took her arm,
pulling her to where she could help the woman sit up.
The twin Yellow Water had threatened still stood beside
Yellow Water's body, staring at it. Badger Claw
realized this twin was a girl, and not a boy after all.
As he looked at her she rejoined her brother and they
just stared at him with big eyes. They looked
remarkably alike and had pressed against each other,
probably for comfort. They were frightened too, but
better in control. He turned back to the woman.
He heard the movement behind him and knew the boy was
attacking. He suspected the boy would try for his
throat, and so he ducked, letting the youth land on his
back. Then he bent forward and helped the boy fly
through the air. He landed on his back in the dirt and
air exploded from his lungs. Badger Claw moved and put
his foot on the boy's chest as he gasped for air.
"NO!" he said again, staring down at the boy. His knife
was still in his hand. He showed it to the boy and then
pointed at the boy's empty hands. "No." he said a last
time. Then he took his foot off and put his knife away.
The woman was sitting up now. She looked weak but
determined. He glanced around. Her clothes had been cut
off her body while she was tied. All he saw were a
couple of ratty blankets, but he picked up one and
offered it to the woman, to cover her nakedness. He
knew white people thought about nakedness differently
than his people. She looked at the blanket, and then at
Yellow Water. Then she spoke the word "No", and spat
toward the corpse. She would rather go naked than wear
something that belonged to it.
They made a miserable sight as he shepherded them
across the camp to his lodge. The woman spoke to the
others almost without stopping as they walked slowly
along. They said nothing in return, but they didn't
give him trouble. The woman walked proudly, standing as
tall as she could, but she shuffled. She was weak. He
sighed. She would not be able to travel for a week or
more, and the soldiers would come looking for her
before that. He didn't own enough horses to take them
all back at the same time.
Once he got them into his lodge he picked up his water
bag and handed it to the boy. He pointed toward the
stream. Surprise and then amazement flitted across the
boy's face, but he accepted the bag and left. It was
only a short distance to the water and the boy was back
soon, holding out the dripping bag. Badger Claw pointed
at the rest of them and at the bag, and the boy went to
give them something to drink.
Badger Claw rooted around in his things and came up
with an old pot he had found near one of the houses on
wheels the white men used to cross the prairie. It had
been burned and there were bones scattered about. He
had taken several things he found interesting. The pot
was good for heating water, and heated water was better
for cleaning wounds. He started a fire, got water from
the boy, who had to go for more, and put the pot on.
He needed cloth. Thinking back to the rags of the
woman's clothing, he motioned to the boy again. He went
to the two girls, who were standing close to each
other. He tugged on their dresses and pointed to the
naked woman, who had lain down on his furs and was
resting from her walk. Then he tugged their dresses and
pointed at her again. He pointed back toward Yellow
Water's lodge and pantomimed the boy going there and
picking something up off the ground. A light went on in
the boy's eyes and he left. Shortly he was back with
the ruined dress, smiling. Badger Claw smiled back at
him.
The water was hot and Badger Claw had torn pieces from
the woman's dress. It was getting late. It would take a
long time to get the woman clean and make sure her
wounds would not fester. He'd need more wood. He held
up a piece of firewood to the boy and pointed to all
three of the youths. The yellow haired girl didn't want
to go and she resisted. She pointed at the woman and
folded her arms across her chest, with a stubborn look
on her face. badger Claw didn't want to argue, and he
wasn't sure she wouldn't try to run away anyway, so he
nodded. The twins left together, holding hands.
He set the pot of water beside his furs. Then he rooted
around in his things for his bag of medicine. It was
made by an old woman in the tribe who knew plants and
healing. All the people used it. He opened it and
sniffed the pungent odor of the herbs. He held it to
the woman's nose and she sniffed. The woman's eyes
glittered in the light of the fire, but she lay
relaxed. She knew what he was going to do, and she was
going to let him.
Her head wound worried him the most, but it would take
the longest, so he worked on her wrists first. His
pouch of salve was full, and he rubbed that into the
raw flesh. He knew it would sting at first, but then
the pain would vanish, so her moan didn't come as a
surprise. Neither did the bloom of her smile as she
looked at the wrist he had just done while he worked on
the other one. She spoke to the yellow haired girl, but
he ignored them while he treated the woman's ankles.
Then he began washing her body.
For the first time she reacted. As he washed Yellow
Water's semen, and accumulated dirt off of the woman's
legs and thighs, she jerked to a sitting position and
her hands raised, as if to stop him. He looked at her
and continued cleaning the leg he was holding. When one
of her hands came down and covered the light brown hair
between her legs, he got the idea and handed her
another dampened cloth. She cleaned herself vigorously
there, crying out with pain and then threw the cloth
toward the opening of his lodge.
He continued, working over her other leg and, as he
took an arm and began cleaning it, she let him. She
leaned sideways suddenly and then fell backwards, but
her eyes were still open. He continued with her other
arm and then started on her stomach and chest. Her
hands came up to cover her nipples, but she didn't try
to stop him from cleaning the rest of her. It took some
time, as he swabbed away the dirt and crusted semen.
Her breasts were large and soft as he rubbed them
clean, and they did not fall down to her sides, like an
old woman's. She watched his face as he worked on her.
The yellow haired girl said something, and the woman
shook her head. Badger Claw cleaned her neck and face
next, carefully applying the salve to the angry bruise
on her cheek.
When he was done he sat back on his haunches and her
arms fell to her sides. Her nipples were still dirty.
He soaked another rag and handed it to her. At the
question in her eyes he touched one nipple. She
flinched, and he saw pain in her eyes, but she took the
rag and began very lightly swabbing the tips of her
breasts.
Then he understood the pain. As the dirt and scum came
off he saw that Yellow Water had bitten the woman's
nipples... hard. The skin wasn't broken, but there was
bruising in the shape of his teeth. It must be very
painful. He scooped out a finger-full of the salve and
held it out, over her chest.
He expected her to take it onto her own finger to apply
it, but she gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and
nodded fractionally. He was gentle as his finger
swirled the salve onto one and then the other swollen
tip. She cried out as the sting took effect, but then
sagged back, limp as it took away the pain. Her eyes
stayed closed. He leaned back and looked at the yellow
haired girl. Her eyes were wide and white in the
firelight, but the abject fear was gone. The woman's
head wound needed cleansing, but it was too dark
inside. He felt her forehead. It was cool. It could
wait until morning.
The twins came in with armfuls of wood and dropped it
beside the fire. Badger Claw got into his bag of dried
meat and handed it around to everyone. He would have to
do more hunting. Then he surveyed his stock of furs. He
didn't have enough for them all. The woman would need
heat to survive the night with her loss of blood. He
laid out one fur and moved her to it. He took his
largest and laid it on the other side of the fire.
He pointed at the twins and then at that fur, making
them lie down together. Then he folded the fur over the
top of them. Taking his last fur he pointed to one side
of the woman and had yellow hair lie there, to warm
that side of her. He added wood to the fire and then
took off his leggings and loin cloth so his skin would
touch the woman's.
He stood naked in the firelight, tall, strong, well
muscled, scarred and deeply tanned, his long dirty
blond hair braided down his back. Yellow hair gasped
and stared at the long thick thing hanging between his
legs. She began to make the mourning noise in her
throat, and the fear was back in her eyes.
The woman opened her eyes, half lidded and saw him too.
Her head turned to yellow hair but she spoke only one
word: "Hush". His memory remembered that word. The
white woman he remembered had used that word to him
when she wanted him to be quiet. He lay down, pulled
the last fur over the three of them, molded his body to
the woman's, and slept.
When he woke it was early. The fire had died down, but
there were coals left and as soon as he threw some
small pieces of wood on it flickered back to life. He
stood to go outside to relieve himself. His penis was
hard, as it was most mornings. He saw the glitter of
two pairs of eyes watching him. The woman and yellow
hair peeked at him over the edge of the fur. He ignored
them and left. He heard the flap and looked over his
shoulder to see the boy following him. He showed the
boy where to relieve himself and stood, enjoying the
feeling of the urine flushing through his penis and the
pain fading away from holding it in.
When he got back to the lodge the others were all up.
The woman was heating more water in the pot and she
handed the empty skin to the girl twin, who nodded and
left to refill it. Badger Claw knelt and drew in the
dirt. He drew a circle that was his lodge, and then
circles of the lodges near his. He drew the stream. The
woman nodded, understanding what it meant.
He put his finger on his lodge and pointed all around
him. She nodded again. He pointed at each of them and
then put his thumb down on his lodge and held it there.
He pointed at the other lodges and shook his head. She
understood. They were not to go there. He drew a path
to the stream and nodded his head. Then he got his
rifle and left.
He shot a small deer and field dressed it, leaving its
innards for brother raven. He took the rest back to his
lodge to smoke. He dropped the carcass beside his
outside fire pit. When he lifted the flap he heard a
small shriek. The yellow haired one was naked and was
washing her body with a rag. The woman had been asleep,
but was awakened by the noise. The smell inside the
lodge was of unwashed bodies. Clearly they did not know
how to bathe.
He grabbed yellow hair's wrist and pulled her out of
the lodge. She screamed and pulled, trying to free
herself from his grip. In the end he slung her over his
shoulder, which was still bloody from carrying the
deer, as she kicked and screamed like a banshee. The
woman came lurching out of the lodge, followed by the
twins, but by then he was halfway to the stream. The
woman yelled something and he turned around. He
beckoned them toward him while yellow hair fought to
get off his shoulder. She was crying now. He walked to
the stream, to the deep part, and threw her in.
She couldn't swim.
He had to go in himself and hold her head above water
by grabbing her hair. She tried to climb on top of his
head and he pushed her away. He dove under the water as
she sunk, flailing, and grabbed her hair again. Then he
swam, towing her, toward the sand, where she could
stand up. She was coughing and fighting. When he got to
the shallow part he stood up as she flailed even more.
"She must be feeble minded," he thought as she
continued to drown in water she could stand up in.
He finally reached in, grabbed her waist and stood her
up. He heard a noise from the shore and looked to see
all three of the others laughing. Yellow hair pushed
that hair out of her face. Badger Claw handed her the
rag she had been using to wash herself and stepped
back, cleaning the deer's blood off his torso and arms.
Yellow hair made an angry sound and beat at the water
with her fists, while the others continued to laugh.
The twins helped the woman in - She was still unsteady
on her feet.
Badger Claw took off his loin cloth and leggings,
throwing them on the bank and washed the rest of
himself. Now only the twins had their clothing on. The
boy stripped next, and frolicked in the water while his
sister said angry things to him. Then she went to the
woman and they whispered. The woman spoke, soothingly
but the girl resisted. Finally the woman spoke sharply,
with authority and began helping the girl disrobe.
Badger Claw saw what the problem was.
The girl wore the white people's undergarment, and the
normally white cloth was stained dark red. The cloth
bulged with the rags that he knew were in them. She was
in her bleeding time, like all the women did each
month. The women in the tribe didn't want to be touched
or seen during their bleeding time. He turned away in
respect and finished himself with his back to them.
The boy was staring and Badger Claw waded over to him
and slapped him once on the cheek, turning his head
away from the women. The boy bristled, but there was
guilt in his eyes too, and he turned his back, as he
clearly understood what he had just been told.
The woman spoke again and yellow hair went to the shore
and limped up to the lodge. She came back with a fur
and held it at the shore while the woman brought the
girl over there. When she was wrapped in the fur she
sat down. Yellow hair tried to cover her breasts, which
were truly lovely. They were very white, as if the sun
never touched them, with light pink almost invisible
tips. The hair between her legs was the same color as
that on her head, and she tried to cover that as he
looked at her too. Why was she so ashamed of herself?
He couldn't worry about that now. He turned to the
woman, who was gingerly walking toward the shore. He
beckoned her and she stared between his legs before she
came toward him hesitantly. She must think all the
people were like Yellow Water, and took sex without
permission. He held out his hand and she grasped it
instinctively as she tipped to one side. He led her to
water where she could sit on the sand, but was deep
enough that it would come up to her breasts. He peered
at them closely.
Her hands came up to cover the nipples and he batted
them away. Yes, they were looking better. He grunted at
Yellow Hair and slid his thumb over his two first
fingers, like he was rubbing something between them.
Then he pointed at the woman's nipples and wrists.
Yellow hair cocked one eye questioningly and then gave
a blinding smile as she figured out what he wanted. She
jumped up and dashed to the lodge, coming back with the
bag of ointment. She was smiling, proud, as if she had
dome something important.
He gave her a smile for a five year old, to make her
feel good and she fairly danced with pleasure. Those
breasts did interesting things when she jumped. She was
pretty in a pale sort of way. His penis began to harden
as he looked at her as a potential sexual partner for
the first time. She was old enough.
Most of the women of his people had a baby already by
the time they were her age, maybe two. Perhaps she had
babies too, somewhere. The woman made a sound and he
turned and saw she was looking at his stiffening organ.
She said something to yellow hair and the girl turned
pink and tried to cover her sexual parts. White people
were strange.
He sat the woman down in the water and began to work on
her head wound. He leaned her back, getting the hair
soaked and carefully washed the black scabbing away a
little at a time. Between dunkings he sat her up. He
stood to her side. She kept turning her head to stare
at his penis, which was still half hard. That made it
hard for him to be careful. Finally he straddled her
legs and stood with his penis in front of her face so
she could look at it all she wanted while he bent over
and took care of her head. She sat very rigidly at
first, but relaxed little by little.
The wound hurt, he could tell from the way she tensed
when he touched it, but she made no sound. Once he
leaned too far over her and his penis pushed into her
face. She tensed and raised her hands, but by then he
had already moved back to stand up. He was done
washing.
Now for the salve. He grunted at Yellow Hair and rubbed
his thumb again. She nodded and threw him the bag,
which he caught. When he looked down, the woman was
still staring at his penis. She licked her lips and
glanced up to see him watching her. Her face blushed
and she gritted her teeth. When he bent over her to
apply the salve, he saw there were stripes on her back,
where Yellow Water had whipped her with a willow
branch.
When he leaned further to treat those too her face
pressed to his groin. She left her hands in the water,
but he heard a choking moan. He finished and held out
his hand to help her stand up. She came up and he
looked her over. Yes, cleaned up she was a handsome
woman. Her breasts were heavy, but not fat. He lifted
one to look under it and saw no injuries. She stood,
her fists clenched at her sides as he inspected every
inch of her body. He put salve on several places and
then tried to peer between her legs.
He knew what could happen to a woman who was raped. The
skin could tear and bleed. The white man had done this
to his sisters many times. Now she became agitated,
batting at his hands and trying to cover herself. She
spoke, with urgent tone in her voice, turning away from
the others. He understood.
While his people had no problem showing their bodies,
if there was touching or sex involved, it was a private
matter. He took her arm and pulled her out of the
water. When the others started to follow he held up his
hand and said "No!" The woman said something and they
stayed there, though they were clearly nervous.
He took her to a small copse, well shielded by thick
green bushes. It was a deer sleeping place in the
winter, and now that the sun shone hot the grass was
thick and soft. He pointed there. She was crying now,
so he thought she must be in much pain. He pointed
again, more insistently. If she'd just lie down he
could treat her pain. Finally she did, crying harder.
She lay stiffly with her legs tightly closed. Her hands
were at her side again, closed tightly. He put his hand
between her thighs, prying and she moaned. One of her
hands came up and closed around his wrist, pushing him
away. He heard her saying that word he'd remembered
"No... no... no... no," but it didn't make any sense in
this situation. Surely she needed relief from the pain.
Finally he lost patience. He set the bag of balm on her
stomach and put both hands between her legs, palms
outward. He was just starting to exert pressure when he
saw something interesting happen. The woman had been
looking at his face while she cried. Now she looked at
what he had set on her stomach.
Her eyes opened wide and her crying stopped instantly
in a gasp of indrawn breath. Her eyes flashed back to
his and he felt her relax. As he pushed her thighs
apart, she stopped fighting him and she let go of his
wrist. Now she turned that bright pink that usually
meant the sun had burned a white person and she moaned
again, but this time not with pain. He kept pushing and
lifted her knees until they were up by her breasts. He
needed her wide open. He saw her crane her head,
looking at something... she was looking at his penis
again.
In a matter of seconds he realized what had happened.
She thought he wanted to breed her. He raised up and
held up his hand, flat toward her, then covered his
sexual organs and said "No" Then he held up the bag of
ointment and pointed at her sexual organs. She got even
redder but slowly nodded her head and said another word
that rang a bell with him "Yes."
Now she held her knees for him. It was dark in there,
of course, and he had to pull her around until the sun
was shining directly onto her sex. She moaned several
times. At last he could see. She was torn, though it
wasn't too bad. One treatment of the balm should be
enough. He dipped two fingers in the paste and began to
spread it. She was red and bruised all over, so he
rubbed it all over. She made noises that were a cross
between sobs and moans and laughter and she couldn't
keep her hips still. He knew that it was stinging like
fire, but after that the pain would go away and she
would feel much better.
Badger Claw had been with girls in the tribe. He had
even made two babies, who were fine strong boys of 2
and 3 summers, and he knew how to make the young women
squeal with pleasure. As he rubbed the medicine onto
the woman's sex he recognized some of the movements
that the young women made when he was making them very
happy. Now he looked at the woman as a possible sexual
partner. She was strong and lean, with good hips and
she would probably be very nice to make babies with.
His cock stiffened at the thought, but he dismissed the
idea. She was too sore to do that, and had made it
quite clear that she did not want that.
He was no rapist. He would simply treat her wounds and
if she wanted to thank him later... well then maybe
they could have some fun.
***
He was thinking so hard that he didn't realize his
fingers were working on her sexually, as well as
medically. He had no real notion of what his fingers
were doing to Mrs. Julia Posten, lately widowed from
her husband, Tom, who had been kicked in the head by a
horse. She was suddenly left, a healthy 32 year old
woman in the prime of her life with her sixteen year
old daughter Molly, and the twins, Bobby and Cindy, age
14. She lived on what was laughingly called a "farm" in
the plains somewhere east of Denver and south of the
wagon trails far enough that they had seen no visitors
in over a year.
They had been on the farm for three years, and had seen
one troop of Cavalry come by a year and a half ago. She
had been happy, though concerned for Molly, who was
quickly heading toward the age when some would call her
an old maid. They were in a valley with good grass and
water and, until the Indians had come, had owned three
head of cattle, one bull, two good horses and a fine
dog named Champ.
Then the Indians had come.
She'd fought, as they'd had to fight several times
before. Always before the combined firepower of the two
of them had driven off the raiders. This time there was
only her. The Indians had shot Champ, who had limped
away and was probably dead. The horses had been taken
by the Indians. The cattle would be fine but would
stray. Her few possessions were all that was there.
After she woke up, and after that beast had beaten,
whipped, raped and bitten her, she'd hoped for a quick
death for her whole family. She didn't want either of
her daughters to go through what she had endured. She
hoped to find a knife. If she had to be the one to slit
their throats... well then, that was the way it had to
be.
Now she wasn't so sure. She knew there had been a
disagreement in the tribe over them, and that her
current captor, who she would have sworn was a white
man, but who acted THOROUGHLY Indian, was the victor.
She didn't know what that meant though, except that she
and her children were being treated with respect now.
She had told her children to be quiet, or do what the
man said, hoping not to anger him.
Then her advice had changed, and she told them not to
worry, that he wasn't like the other one, and that she
didn't think he'd hurt them. His tenderness at treating
her injuries had made her miss her husband in an
anguished way, because Tom had been like that...
strong, but tender and caring. And that potion he used!
She'd never seen anything like it. If she had a
wagonload of that stuff back East she could retire in a
week! And then he slept next to her naked, like she
was, but had done nothing other than keep her warm.
She'd had a bad moment when he came back from hunting.
She hadn't known he was hunting when she woke up to see
him, all bloody and savage looking, dragging her naked
daughter out of the teepee. She'd begged him not to
hurt her, following as Molly screamed her lungs out.
And after all that he'd only meant that she take a
bath! It was funny when she thought about it.
Especially when he threw her in the water and then had
to go in himself to keep her from drowning.
She had also recognized his conscious effort not to
watch her help Cindy deal with her menstrual rags. And
he had disciplined Bobby for peeking at his embarrassed
sister, though usually they ran around half naked
anyway. It was as if he was being... polite! But then
her heart had stopped as he tried to look at her pussy,
and had then drug her to a private place where he could
ram that truly impressive savage penis into her...
Only to find out that he knew she must have been
injured by her rapist. She hadn't had time to think
about what that poultice would do to her... down there.
If she had, she would have tried to get him to let HER
put it on. But her relief in finding that she wasn't
going to be raped again had led to his extremely
intimate touching of her in places where Tom had only
inserted his penis, humped her a few times and then
left his seed in her. She had no idea that she could be
so excited by a combination of pain, the burning of the
poultice, its soothing numbing action, and the feel of
a strange man's fingers making her feel like the top of
her head was going to blow right off.
She had only had three or four orgasms in her life. She
remembered each and every one of them, and she
recognized the feelings she was having as what she had
felt just before she had enjoyed each and every one of
those orgasms. With a cry of shame she realized she was
going to experience something with this savage man that
she'd never done with any man except her husband.
And, after all the pain and horror she'd been through
in the last week... her cry of shame grew louder with
the realization that she wanted this orgasm... needed
it... needed some kind of sweet release that would make
her feel human again... female again.
Badger Claw dipped his longest finger in the salve.
Then he pushed that finger into the woman's sex, deep.
If he were asked, he would have said it was to be sure
he got the medicine where any unseen injuries would be
covered. But he knew he was giving this woman something
she needed.
When his finger penetrated her she let go of her knees.
Her heels hit the grass and dug in as her hips arched
up off the ground and she cried out. But it wasn't a
sound of terror or hurt. It was the sound of a woman
whose man knows how to treat her.
He heard them coming... feet pounding on the ground...
and he removed the finger from the woman. He stood up
and his erection stood out from his body, straight and
proud. The woman lay limp, satisfied, happy for the
moment. She looked at his rampant sex and smiled at him
- not in encouragement - in thanks for not doing what
many men would have done. The bushes were torn apart.
Three startled faces peered into the cops. They saw
their mother lying on the ground, legs spread and the
Indian standing. All of them saw his stiff penis and
knew what had happened. Bobby had the knife he had
found in the Indian's clothing. He was just as naked as
the Indian, and looked a little like him too as, with a
scream of rage he launched himself at the man he
thought had just raped his mother.
He didn't have a chance. Before he knew what had
happened he lay on the ground, his wrist hurting. The
knife was in the hands of the big Indian and the
Indian's foot was on his chest... again! His mother
yelled "Bobby! NO!" She looked at the girls. Yellow
hair was still naked and the girl twin had washed out
her undergarment and rags and was wearing them again.
"It's not what you think!" she said. "I know what it
looks like, but it's not what you think."
Molly cried out "But Mamma, you SCREAMED!"
"He had to put the medicine inside me" She covered her
pussy with one hand, "Where I was torn and injured."
Each of the kids had put that medicine on some hurt or
injury and they all knew just how it felt when it
burned. All three winced. Molly was staring at the
Indian's still half hard penis. "He put the medicine...
in you." Her voice made it quite plain what she thought
the Indian had used to medicate her mother's vagina.
Julia blushed "Not with THAT, you silly girl. He used
his fingers." She realized how that sounded and rushed
on. "Now be quiet. He didn't hurt me. He hasn't hurt
any of us. I don't think he will. We must cooperate
with him and teach him English so we can communicate.
Do whatever he tells you to. I know his ways are
strange, but while we are with him I want you to honor
his customs.
They all trooped back to Badger Claw's lodge, where the
girls learned how to butcher and smoke a deer Indian
style. While the meat was smoking, Badger Claw went and
obtained clothing for most of them. Bobby was easy,
with leggings and a loin cloth. There was a scabbard
for a knife, but no knife was in it, of course.
For Cindy and Julia there were buckskin dresses that
were plain, but beautifully made. Both women slipped
them on gratefully and marveled at the feel of tanned
leather against their skin. Julia realized immediately
that the leather would rub her nipples in a most
delightful way once they quit hurting so much.
Molly had put her dress back on, but it was torn and
filthy. He had nothing for her and she complained about
it. He could tell she was complaining and laughed as he
threw a treated skin at her. Then he dug into his
things and came out with rawhide and a bone needle. He
also had a long thin piece of hedgewood, hard as iron
and sharpened on one end. It turned out to be an awl to
poke holes in the leather for the needle to go through.
Obviously she would have make her own dress.
Molly knew how to sew, but this was different. Her
mother helped her, of course, but it still involved a
lot of standing around naked while the big Indian
watched. She wasn't quite so nervous about him seeing
her naked now, mostly because he had seen her naked so
much. But when she was naked and he looked at her, she
got a warm feeling in her stomach that she knew she
wasn't supposed to get from just any man. And seeing
him naked just made it worse.
A woman had come to the teepee with moccasins for the
twins, and there was a toddler with her. The big Indian
made it clear by pointing to the toddler and then to
himself, followed by pointing at Bobby and then her
mother, that this toddler was his son. But the woman
went away with him and didn't come back.
So she knew he had used that interesting looking thing
between his legs for what it was intended, yet he
didn't appear to have a wife! It was strange. She asked
her mother about it as they sewed together her dress
and her mother said that she had heard that Indians
didn't think of marriage quite the same way as
civilized people did.
All Molly knew was that she had feelings she knew she
shouldn't, and was in a situation where those feelings
might cause things to happen that shouldn't. It was
both scary and exciting at the same time.
Neither Julia nor Molly could sew with the beautiful
precision that the Indian women did, but they ended up
with a buckskin dress for Molly that was serviceable
and looked nice, as far as they were concerned. They
had used the same pattern Julia's dress was made with.
Julia warned her daughter "This will feel... different
when you put it on. With no undergarments it is...
somewhat titillating."
At suppertime they decided to give their Big Indian a
name. Julia pointed at herself and said "J-U-L-I-A" She
did that several times and then did the same for each
of the children. Then she pointed at him with a
question on her face.
He said a word that sounded like "O-AH-HA-CHAY-TO" She
tried saying it and he rooted around in his things. He
came up with a beautifully tanned Badger skin and
pointed at it and then himself. Then he pointed at one
of the claws and then at himself. Thus it was they
learned to call him Badger Claw.
As they worked with him the memories of little Ronald
Throckmorton came back with much more clarity than one
could have hoped for. Within three days they could have
simple conversations with him and his vocabulary got
better each day. He learned that Julia's man had been
killed in an accident before they were taken captive.
He learned that they grieved for their dog, and were
worried about their animals. He learned that the
soldiers probably didn't know they were gone and might
not know for many suns... days.
Yellow Water's lodge was untouched by the people, and
would be abandoned when they moved to their winter
campground. No one would speak his name again. In the
night, Badger Claw went there and found Yellow Water's
knife. Knives were scarce, and Badger Claw had traded
everything he had that was worth anything for the
clothing he'd gotten his captives. He made a new handle
for it, so no one would recognize it. He gave this to
Bobby, who was proud and stood tall, holding it and
fighting invisible foes with it.
Until he had to gut his first deer with it. Then he put
it in his scabbard, where it belonged. It was a tool,
not a toy.
On the fourth day Julia suggested they needed baths
again. Badger Claw looked at her with one eyebrow
raised. "You not very dirty". She smiled and tried to
explain that clean bodies were healthy bodies. Finally
he agreed. As they left she said "Bring your medicine."
He grabbed the pouch and they set off for the creek. No
one was shy about being naked now. Once her menses were
over, Cindy didn't care at all if her brother and
Badger Claw saw her naked. Molly too had grown
accustomed to the freedom of being able to be naked
without it being anything special, though if Badger
Claw was naked she took every opportunity to stare at
his body. She liked it when he looked at her too. So
they all got naked and got into the water. Julia stood
by him as they washed. "Your medicine works well Badger
Claw. I think I am healing quickly."
He looked her over. Julia WAS healing well. And she was
much less shy too. Now, when he inspected her wounds,
she sat quietly, or lay still, letting him touch her
wherever he wanted to. In the night he woke up several
times to find her arm flung over his body as she sought
his heat, or comfort. In the mornings, if his erection
touched her she did not flinch away or scold him. She
stood in the water near enough to touch him. Her back
was smooth, though she would carry some of the willow
scars for life.
When he was finished she said "You haven't examined
everywhere." Her hand drifted to the brown fur between
her legs. It started on her neck first, a glow of pink,
then splotches of red and her face bloomed red. "I
think I need more medicine there." she said quietly. He
looked at her, realizing what she was saying.
His penis stiffened. Perhaps she WAS going to thank
him.
He looked off in the direction of the deer bed where he
had pleasured her before. "We should go there?" he
said.
She blushed even redder and nodded. She turned to her
children. Bobby and Cindy were splashing each other,
laughing. Molly was daydreaming, lifting water to her
breasts and letting it drip off her fingers.
"Children!" she called. They all looked at her. "Badger
Claw says I need more medicine... ah... in my private
place." She was beet red now. "It's not proper to...
um... put that on in public. We're going over there and
we'll be back very soon. You stay here." She turned
quickly, embarrassed, but determined.
Badger Claw went to get his salve and then walked
beside her as they went toward the deer hide. "I did
not say you needed this." he commented.
"Oh hush!" she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him.
When they got to the soft grass she went from foot to
foot, nervous and shy again. He could tell she wanted
this, but that it was hard for her to accept it. "You
want to put the medicine on yourself?" he offered.
She looked down. "No. I want you to do it... like you
did before."
"You do not need this, Julia" he said holding out the
balm.
She looked in his eyes now. "Yes... I think I do. I
shouldn't, but I need to feel... good."
"You confuse me. It sounds like you want this, but you
don't want this. What does this mean?"
She was standing close to him. "My people... touch each
other like that... like you did... but only sometimes.
Only when they're married. My husband is dead. And I am
not married to you, so my people would say that letting
you touch me is wrong. But I want to feel that... like
before."
Badger Claw thought about that. "I say this." he said.
"I won you in a fight. My people would say I own you,
and that you have to do as I say. This is our way. With
my people, when a man and a woman want to touch, as
long as they both want to touch it is a good thing.
There are different kinds of touching. I hear you
Julia. I know what kind of touching you want. So, I
tell you this. Lie down there" he pointed. "I must put
medicine on you. Do what I say woman!" He scowled
fiercely at her, flexing his muscles.
She smiled at him, knowing what he was doing - knowing
that he was making it HIS decision, so she wouldn't
have to feel bad about it. "Yes, my savage master" she
said in a little girl voice. "I must do as you say."
Then she kissed him on his lips. It was a quick kiss,
but her lips were soft and warm on his. She lay down
and pulled her knees up, opening herself for him with
no shame at all.
Badger Claw looked at Julia, who was a very handsome
woman. He had thought about her sexually a lot recently
and now his penis stiffened completely. She stared at
it, but said nothing. He knelt between her legs. Then
he took one foot and brought it close to his face. He
had an idea. "Julia, you have just bathed. Your ankle
is clean." He licked her ankle. "Does it disgust you
that I would touch your clean ankle with my tongue?"
She shook her head "No", but there was a puzzled look
on her face.
Then he licked her calf. "You are clean here too. Is
this disgusting?"
Again the shake of her head.
He licked above her knee and her eyes widened as she
realized what he intended to do. "And here? Is not this
clean from your bath?" He waited.
Her voice came like the small voice of a girl. "Yes,
it's clean."
His tongue slid from her knee, down to the inside of
her thigh and she gasped. "And this is clean from your
bath. I know this because it tastes clean like the
rest."
"Badger Claw...." she croaked, her eyes wide. Her hands
were by her sides. She was gripping the long, soft
grass. She was not covering her sex. This was touching
she would accept.
He leaned in to feast on her pussy.
Julia wanted to scream. But she bit her hand instead.
If she screamed the children would come... and he would
have to stop doing what he was doing. She didn't want
him to stop doing what he was doing. She had never
heard of this kind of sex. Not with people. She had
seen dogs lick each other, and now she thought she knew
why they did it.
It was fabulous.
It was phenomenal.
It was fantastic.
She couldn't think of any word that was superlative
enough to describe what she was feeling. She could feel
her orgasm upon her already and she groaned, sorry that
it was here so quickly. Then it washed over her and she
shook with its intensity. The exquisitely painful
feelings shot from her pussy to her nipples and back
again and she stretched her legs out, wanting to expand
her body until it was as big as the sky.
The pleasure waned and she realized she was light
headed from holding her breath. He was still licking
and sucking her. There was one little spot, high up in
her gash where she knew it felt good when she washed
there. He flicked that with his tongue and she
shuddered with the intensity of the feelings. Her heels
hit the ground and she pushed her pussy at his face as
she felt ANOTHER orgasm approaching. It was right on
the verge of breaking when he BIT that special spot and
slid one long finger into her, like he had before. With
an agonized groan she tensed every muscle in her body,
straining until only her heels and the back of her head
were touching the ground.
Then she flopped back to the grass and pushed his face
away from her pussy. "Stop!" she gasped. "I can't take
any more... please."
He backed away, disappointed that he couldn't continue.
He liked her taste. His penis needed relief now. It
would have been nice to be in her and release, but it
wasn't necessary. He fisted his cock and stroked it.
She raised her head and watched. She was surprised to
find that she wasn't astonished, or horrified at what
he was doing. She knew that boys and men did this
thing, but had never seen it.
It didn't take long and, true to what she now knew, he
was sensitive enough to remember what she had been
through. He turned his body away from her so his spend
didn't land on her. She sucked in a breath as a long
rope of white arched out into the bushes, followed by
four more, just as strong and just as thick. She
shuddered at the thought of that going up inside her.
But it wasn't a shudder of fear.
She sat up as he knelt there, resting and breathing.
His lips were shiny with her fluids, and she was amazed
that she didn't think that was unpleasant. Like he had
said, she had just bathed. She got to her knees and
kissed him again. This time the kiss lasted a long time
and their tongues got involved.
When the kiss finally broke he said "Hear this Julia,
captive of mine. I may have to do this thing again some
day. I know it is a difficult thing for a white woman
to endure, but some things must be done." Then he
waited until she smiled. She saw relief come into his
face.
"I will try to bear it" she said formally. "I too
believe it may be necessary to do again." She folded
her arms across her breasts. "Especially since you
forgot to use the medicine." They both laughed and then
got up to return to her children.
When they emerged from the hidden place Badger Claw
noticed signs that someone had walked around the copse.
He followed the tracks and found where someone had
stood for a while. He could see into the copse through
a hole in the branches. Someone had watched them.
He felt the burn of anger, not at the watcher, but at
himself for not hearing the watcher. That was no way to
stay alive.
Julia had come with him, and he pointed out the sign.
She blushed furiously at the idea that someone had seen
what he had done to her... and how much she had enjoyed
it. "Who?" she whispered.
Badger claw knelt down and looked at the impressions in
the grass. "Molly, I think" he said. When her eyebrows
rose high he added "Or someone her size."
When they got back to where the children were it was
obvious who had watched them. Molly couldn't look at
them. She was flushed and the nipples one could barely
see most times were erect... long and pointed. She was
trying to put on her buckskin dress as they walked up
to her.
"Molly?" said her mother.
The girl sobbed. "I didn't mean to... but I wanted to
see... how could you let him?"
"Sweetie, please, let me explain" cooed her mother. "I
know it looked... strange... but..." she was at a loss
to explain it.
"It is something my people do to make each other feel
good" said Badger Claw, as if it were nothing out of
the ordinary at all. "Your mother looked happy?" he
said.
Molly didn't know what to say. It had looked so...
perverted... so animalistic. But he was right. There
had been no doubt at all that her mother loved what he
was doing with his mouth. Strange feelings had come
over her. She had gotten wet between her legs and her
nipples had hurt in a painfully pleasant sort of way.
"It looked so... dirty." she said, helplessly.
Badger Claw shook his head. "No, she had just had a
bath. She was very clean.
She tasted very nice."
The incongruity of what he'd said caused Molly to turn
to her mother. "I wanted him to do it to me too!" she
cried, hugging her mother. "I know it's wrong, but
that's how I felt. It's so dirty but I wanted to feel
that too Mamma! That's why I'm upset! What's wrong with
me?"
Julia hugged her daughter and stroked her hair. "I know
honey. I know! Why do you think I let him do that?
Because I had the same feelings as you had. There's
nothing wrong with you. You want to be loved - to MAKE
love - it's natural for you to have those feelings
sweetheart.
"But I'm supposed to feel those things for my HUSBAND,
not some savage Indian." moaned her daughter.
"Well... yes, I suppose so" said her mother. But these
are not normal circumstances. I mean, I would not have
come here to let Badger Claw do those things... I mean
it sort of happened... I mean... Oh I don't know what I
mean. I just know that I love what he makes me feel and
I feel more like a woman than I have in years." Her
mother finished defiantly.
Molly pulled back. "Mamma? Are you going to let him do
that again?"
Julia flushed and looked down. "I won't lie to you
honey. Yes, I will... and maybe even more."
"More... MORE?!" yipped Molly. "MAMMA! I'm SHOCKED!!"
gasped Molly.
Julia held up her hands. "Look, Molly, I'm 32 years
old. No man is going to come along and beg me to marry
him. Men who are looking for wives are looking at girls
Cindy's age... or your age, not mine. With your father
gone, I won't ever feel the love of a man again. And
these ARE unusual circumstances. If anyone found out
what happened, they'd blame it all on the savage
Indian."
She looked guiltily at Badger Claw, who was listening
interestedly. "If we go home... and Badger Claw comes
to see us... would you let him do... things... to you
again?" Molly was less tense, beginning to understand
how few options her mother had as a woman on the
frontier.
Julia looked at Badger Claw. Then she looked surprised.
"Why yes... I suppose I would!"
"And what if I don't find... a husband?" asked Molly,
darting a look at Badger Claw.
Her mother looked at her speculatively. "You mean you
want to... do things... before you find a husband? Is
THAT what you mean Molly Jean Posten? And suppose you
do those... THINGS and then you finally meet a man and
he won't have anything to do with you because you'll be
SOILED, Molly Jean Posten!"
"MAMMA! STOP IT!" yelled Molly. "You KNOW how likely I
am to meet a man... a WHITE man out here. We don't even
see soldiers Mamma! Is that what you want? You want me
to go to the fort? I'm sure I could find a dozen men
there Mamma. And they'd ALL love to do things to me!"
She began crying. "I just want to be happy Mamma. I
though we were going to die, and now I don't think so
any more, but I want to be happy before I die Mamma. I
just don't know how Mamma... I just don't know what to
do!" She bawled onto her mother's shoulder.
Julia felt horrible. Who was SHE to call the kettle
black? She had let this handsome white Indian love her
and she knew she would let him do it again. And she
knew her daughter was right about finding a man. The
fort was no place to send a decent woman. They'd treat
her like a whore. She'd BECOME a whore. Wasn't it only
fair for Molly to feel some of the same joy? That would
mean sharing Badger Claw. And she didn't own him. No
one owned him.
In fact... technically... at least by his people's
standards... he owned THEM!
"Stop crying Molly!" she ordered. Her voice was so
strident that Molly DID in fact, stop.
She began sniffling. "What? Mamma?"
Julia looked her right in the face. "Are you sure about
this? Are you sure you want to... do things? Badger
Claw is the only man I trust around here. If he touches
you, what will you do?"
Molly was stealing sidelong glances at the big Indian.
Julia saw her daughter's nipples perk back up, and the
girl shivered. Julia suddenly smelled her daughter...
and she smelled of... sex! She was amazed that she
could tell that Molly was wet between her legs. "I
don't know what I'd do Mamma. That's the problem. I
want to know, but I'm scared. It looked like you were
in PAIN, Mamma!"
Badger Claw suddenly spoke. "I do not hurt women, white
or of the people. I have honor. I do not take from
women. That is cowardly."
Julia held up her hand and he stopped. They were both
surprised. "He didn't hurt me Molly... ever. I felt
only wonderful things. But you need to be sure about
this, because I think I know a way..."
Molly’s eyes lit up "I'm sure Mamma! I'm still nervous,
but I'm sure."
Julia turned to Badger Claw. He was still naked. His
cock was impressive even though it had wilted after his
ejaculation. "Badger Claw? I believe you told me you
own us? Isn't that true? And that we MUST do whatever
you order us to do? Isn't that your people's way?"
Badger Claw's right eyebrow raised. He looked
speculatively at the girl. He would love to make her
wiggle and scream with happiness. And he thought she
wanted to scream with happiness. She was just shy, as
any proper girl was when seeking her first man. "Yes!"
he said gruffly. "This is QUITE true. Molly, you must
come with me... now!" It sounded like an order, from a
very rough man, but he held out his hand, waiting for
her to take it.
Julia leaned close to her daughter. "I know our ways
are not like those of this rough, savage, tall, strong,
handsome Indian. But his customs apply right now dear.
No one can blame you for preserving your life by bowing
to the commands of your captor." She kissed her
daughter on the cheek. "There may be small pains, but I
promise you, any pain you feel will be washed away
quickly and completely."
She turned around and went up to Badger Claw. He was
six inches taller than she, and she had to crane her
neck to look up at him. "I love my daughter. If any
harm were to come to her I would feel compelled to seek
revenge." Then she pulled his face down and kissed him.
"Be gentle with her" she whispered.
Molly looked at her mother, then at Badger Claw. All
she had to do was take his hand and he would... In her
mind's eye she saw her mother again, mouth wide open
and eyes tightly shut, emitting a moan of what was
obviously happiness. She tried to imagine that look on
her own face. She wanted to... but couldn't. She would
have to experience it for herself.
Shyly, she reached for his hand. Julia watched her
daughter being led off by the man who would make a
woman of her. They were already both naked. The man's
hand was in the small of Molly's back, but just before
they disappeared in the underbrush, that hand slid to
cup her buttocks. Julia was jealous. Stiffly she turned
to go find her youngest children. At least she had a
few years before THEY would be leaving her to find
mates.
She found them playing a game with sticks and small
stones. It wasn't any game she'd ever seen, but it
didn't matter to them. They sat 'Indian' style and they
were both still naked from their bath. Cindy's menses
had passed and now she didn't wear her panties. The way
she was sitting left her completely open to her
brother's gaze.
The only way anyone could tell he was actually looking
though, was his 14 year old penis, which was as hard as
a rock and sticking up out of his thin bush of brown
hair. He had never been circumcised, but he was so hard
that the head of his penis had almost pushed out of the
hood. Both children were ignoring it as they played the
game. Julia sighed. Perhaps she didn't have much longer
with them either.
"Bobby?" she said, sitting down on the ground beside
him.
"Yes Mamma?" he said in a voice that clearly said he
was paying more attention to the game than he was to
her.
"Why is your penis erect, young man?" she asked.
THAT got his attention. He looked at her and then at
his twin sister. "Ah... well, I think it's because
Cindy is... well, pretty."
"Cindy is pretty." she repeated.
"And you Mamma. You're real pretty too." he added
quickly, glancing at her breasts.
"You think your mother is pretty." she said, not
knowing what else to say.
He smiled that special smile of his that tended to melt
her heart. "Sure, Mamma. Badger Claw thinks you're
pretty too. I can tell."
She looked at his sister. "Cindy?"
Cindy had followed the whole conversation. "I don't
mind" she said simply. Julia noticed then that Cindy's
nipples were also erect! Her whole family was... was...
was coming into HEAT!
Julia was in a daze. "How is this HAPPENING!?" she
said, more to herself than her children.
But Cindy answered. "Mamma, when Badger Claw gets erect
it doesn't mean anything in particular. I mean he
doesn't DO anything with it. It just means he thinks
you're pretty, or maybe Molly. It doesn't get hard when
he looks at me. At least I don't think so."
Julia looked at her daughter and actually examined her,
perhaps for the first time, as a young woman. Cindy's
breasts were firm cones, but she'd lost all her baby
fat, and her hips WERE wider. She'd been bleeding for
years now. Julia realized that she'd just WANTED to
think of her little girl as... her little girl. "So you
like it when your brother thinks you're pretty?" she
said.
Cindy nodded. "It makes me feel all warm and funny
here" she pointed to her abdomen."
There was a shriek from off in the direction Badger
Claw and Molly had gone. Both youngsters started to get
up.
Julia stopped them. "It's OK." she said.
"That was Molly!" said Bobby. "She sounds hurt!"
"She's not hurt" said Julia. "She's with Badger Claw.
He won't let her get hurt."
"It didn't sound like she was hurt to me" said Cindy.
"She sounded like you did the other day, when Badger
Claw took the knife away from Bobby." Her brother shot
her a dark look. Cindy's eyes got wide "Is he... is he
putting medicine in HER?"
"What they are doing is not your concern!" said their
mother. She had a sudden memory of that morning. "Are
you two sleeping naked?" she asked, remembering seeing
them putting on clothing when she woke up.
"Yes" answered Cindy simply. "You do. So does Badger
Claw. And it's warmer" she finished.
There came a wail, clearly Molly's voice, rising higher
and higher. It ended sounding like a coyote. Both teens
looked at their mother. Cindy's nipples were even
longer now, and her chest was flushed above her
breasts. "Sounds like she's having fun, whatever
they're doing." she said under her breath.
Julia didn't know what to do. "Have you two... touched
each other?" she asked, for lack of anything else to
say.
Bobby looked confused. "Mother, we touch each other all
the time!"
Cindy knew what her mother was talking about though.
"Not like that Mamma." she said. "Not really."
"Not really?" said Julia. Bobby was also interested in
what his sister was saying.
"At night..." Cindy said, "when we cuddle to get
warm... sometimes... well you can't help but touch
sometimes." She was looking at her brother's penis,
which had softened a little, but was still hard enough
to perform its intended job.
Julia felt like she was in some strange dream world.
But there was nothing she could do about it. "And when
it touches you... you like it?" she said, knowing the
answer.
"Uh huh" said Cindy. "I like it a lot Mamma. Are we
being bad Mamma?"
Julia knew that, after what they'd gone through it was
amazing that they hadn't gone crazy. This small... well
not so small... thing was something they could share at
a time when they had nothing else to share. She shook
her head. "I don't think so baby." Her face looked sad.
"But if we ever go back home, I don't think it would be
a good idea to keep doing it. People wouldn't
understand."
Cindy didn't look relieved. "What people Mamma? What
people?"
Julia had no answer for her. "Let's collect some
firewood and take it up to the teepee." she said. They
had collected enough for several days by the time Molly
and Badger Claw appeared.
Molly was wearing her buckskin dress, and Badger Claw
had on his leggings and loin cloth. Molly was
limping... no... it was more like she was walking
gingerly, like she was sore. Julia felt a rush of wet
in her pussy. Molly was radiant, and when she saw her
mother she ran, sort of, to her and threw her arms
around her.
"Thank you Mamma" she whispered in her mother's neck.
She pulled back and peered into her mother's face. "Now
I know why you were always singing and happy." Her
eyebrows twisted into a light frown. "But how in the
world did you ever get anything done Mamma? If I was
married and my husband did that to me I don't think I'd
want to do anything else but that all day long!"
Julia's pussy pulsed again. Her daughter smelled of
sex, both male and female sex. "Did you wash in the
stream after?" she said.
Molly looked surprised and said "No. Should I?"
Julia stifled and exasperated retort. "If you don't
want to get with child it would be a good idea to wash
him out of you girl!"
Molly's eyes got big as saucers. "Oh my!" she said. "I
never thought of that!"
She stepped back but Julia stopped her. "It's probably
too late to do it now. Don't worry about it now. It
took your daddy and me a whole year to make you. Now.
You've had your fun. You have cooking duty tonight.
Let's see if we can find something to go with that
venison."
***
That night was the tiniest bit tense when it was time
to sleep. Molly, for the first time, decided to sleep
naked. When she removed her dress everyone could see
scratches on her back that had been caused when her
lover's thrusts had been so forceful that they moved
her along on top of the ground.
"What in the world did you get into? Brambles?" said
Bobby.
"Quit looking at me you little sneak!" said Molly.
"I'm not sneaking!" he said indignantly. "You're
standing there in plain sight!"
"Well a gentleman doesn't look at a lady when she's
naked," said his sister.
"Badger Claw sure looks at you," he snorted. Just then
Cindy reached up from under their fur blanket and
pulled him under it with her. He wasn't there to hear
her say "He's allowed."
Molly turned to see her mother standing naked in the
fire light, facing Badger Claw, who was also naked.
Instinctively she knew that her mother had given her a
great gift by 'lending' her the handsome man. She also
knew that she could share, and should pretend to be
asleep very soon. She lay down and faced away from
them.
Julia stood facing Badger Claw in the fire light. As he
looked at her his penis began to rise and soon stood
straight out from his body.
"Have you no shame?" she asked in a whisper. "You just
had sex a few hours ago."
He whispered back "Why should I be ashamed for wanting
you? And yes, it was very good sex. Your daughter is
very good at enjoying lovemaking. She is much like you
I think."
"And now I suppose you want to make love with me," she
said, still whispering.
"I like your words - make love - better. Yes... very
much," he said honestly. He pulled her to the bed and
they both slid under the fur. Julia's buttocks touched
Molly's briefly.
She leaned over and spoke in his ear quietly. "But
Molly is right next to us."
"I learned something about your daughter today" he
said, nuzzling her neck. He kissed downward, toward her
breasts. "I learned she has very sensitive milk teats.
I think you probably do too. I think you are healed
now. I must find out." He captured one of her nipples
in his mouth. It was already stiff - had been stiff
from the second she saw his hard penis pointing at her.
He was right. The bruising had gone with continued
application of his medicine and her nipples didn't hurt
any more.
Or they hadn't until now.
She felt a rush of sweet agony as that nipple felt
something it hadn't felt since the twins quit breast
feeding. Her husband had said he was no calf, to suck
at a teat like an animal. She didn't know how much
she'd missed a mouth suckling her until now.
She was ready for this. What Yellow Water had done was
gone, banned from her memory by the trauma of it.
Now she almost had an orgasm as her 'owner' sucked
gently and twirled his tongue around the stiff peak.
"This pleases you?" he asked and she shoved his head to
the other breast. That brought him half over her and
his penis now lay trapped between his body and hers.
The tip was in her pubic hair.
Quite suddenly she had no shame herself. She just
wanted this man to love her. She pulled on him and he
mounted her fluidly, guiding himself to her sex before
she could do anything. He probed gently until he found
she was wet and slick. Then, in one long glorious
motion, he slid his hardness into her softness. She
couldn't suppress a groan of satisfaction.
"Mamma?" came Cindy's voice. "Are you all right?"
"Yes... dear... go... to sleep," she panted, trying to
make her voice sound normal and failing completely. He
pulled back and then went deep into her forcefully and
she groaned again.
She heard movement and suddenly Molly's voice: "Mamma
is fine. Lie back down Cindy. BOBBY! NO! DON'T BOTHER
THEM NOW!!
There was a scuffle and the fur on top of them was drug
off. In the firelight she saw three pairs of eyes
glittering at them. In her mind's eye she saw her white
legs, wrapped around Badger Claw's waist, her hands
made into claws, digging into his buttocks. Her hair
was unbound and flying loose.
"What's he doing?" came Bobby's voice, sounding
troubled.
"What do you mean? Are you an idiot?" came Cindy's
voice.
Molly said, "I told you to leave them ALONE! Now get
back to bed this instant!"
But they didn't.
They couldn't, really. The sounds their mother was
making were obviously pure joy and in the fire light,
as Badger Claw smoothly slid his hard penis in and out
of her, they could see his strong rod, glistening in
the light with her juices on it.
Molly was instantly transported back to that afternoon,
when he had done the same thing to her. Had it looked
like THIS! She felt hot, and she itched between her
legs. She wanted him to do everything to her again...
and soon.
Cindy, for all her scorn for her brother for not
knowing immediately what was going on, reached her hand
out for her brother's. She had examined his penis with
great interest in the last few days, comparing it to
Badger Claw's. She liked her brother's penis. It looked
smooth and hard, but somehow also soft. If she had to
have one in her, she thought she'd rather have Bobby's.
Badger Claw's was awfully big.
She watched it slick in and out of her mother and
watched her mother's hips arch up off the ground, going
up to meet that long thick thing that was coming down
into her. She glanced down at her brother's groin. His
penis was sticking straight out too. When she saw it
she felt a rush of heat between her legs and for an
embarrassed second thought she had peed. She put her
fingers against her pussy and felt hot slick moisture.
It wasn't pee. Maybe it was what was coating Badger
Claw's penis, making it look wet.
Just then their mother began moaning and wailing
softly, saying "I love you" over and over again. Badger
Claw lowered his mouth to their mother's breasts and he
sucked at the tips, like a baby. Julia gasped and then
her whole body tensed. She arched up off the ground so
hard that she lifted the Indian with her.
She gave out an agonized long groan and then, as if she
had been hit in the head with a rock, she fell limp.
Her legs released and fell to the ground, lying spread.
Her arms fell out to her sides. The only muscles that
seemed to work were the ones in her lips. She smiled.
Cindy turned to her brother. "Come on Bobby, let's go
back to bed."
He glanced at her. His mouth was open. "No! I think
he's hurting her!"
"Don't be an idiot," she said. Then she reached down
and grasped his penis in her right hand. She pulled him
toward their furs. "Come on!" she said.
Molly missed the interchange between her brother and
sister. She was staring at her mother and the man who
had smoothly pushed that very same penis through her
maidenhead like it was wet paper. Even though she had
only had this man once, she remembered every instant of
that union; the smells; the sounds; the feelings; all
of it. And the noises that Badger Claw was making right
now she remembered him making just before she felt
flooded with wet heat as his savage Indian seed had
flushed into her depths.
She turned away. She couldn't watch him put his seed
into her mother. She realized she was jealous, and she
knew she would get over it, but for now she lay down
again, facing away from them. She closed her eyes and
remembered her mother scolding her for not washing that
seed out of her. She smiled as she realized she was
going to get to scold her mother in the morning for
exactly the same thing.
She heard him grunt rhythmically. He was squirting in
her mother.
On the other side of the fire the furs were moving as
the two fourteen year old twins under those firs
squirmed. Bobby had already been shocked at seeing
Badger Claw hunched over his mother, having sex with
her. Then his sister had grabbed his penis! She had
pulled on it too - hard - and he'd had to jump and hop
to keep up with her as she pulled him back to their
bed. Then, no sooner had she pulled him down and
covered them up and her face was in his close. She
whispered "Kiss me Bobby"
They had played this game before, and he liked to kiss
her, so he did. Her hand had stolen back to his penis
and she grasped it again, squeezing it gently. He
pushed with his hips and it slid through her hand a
little bit. Both of them realized instantly that this
mimicked the motions they had been watching only
moments earlier and she began sliding her hand up and
down his hard length.
She smiled to herself at the feel, which WAS both hard
and soft at once. Their kiss became more and more
passionate. Cindy felt the need to push her pubic hair
against something, and his leg was handy. She lay a leg
over his and snuggled her pussy up to his thigh,
moaning softly as she felt a distinct pleasurable
thrill at the contact and pressure.
Bobby rolled on his side to face his sister, dislodging
her sticky pussy from his leg. He'd seen Badger Claw
suck his mother's breasts, and it had made his stomach
feel funny. He wanted to try that. He ducked his head
and found one of Cindy's nipples. He realized it was
long and pointed, not round and flat like they usually
were. It made it extremely easy to suck.
When he pulled on it with his lips she shivered and
pressed her lower body against his. She let go of his
penis to put her hand behind his head, holding him to
her breast. His penis slid between her legs and was
suddenly surrounded by her heat. That felt good and he
pushed, sliding his penis along the furrow of her
pussy.
They were both good and hot now, aching for something
they didn't now how to do and had only seen once. But
Cindy wasn't done yet. If Bobby didn't scratch the itch
between her legs she decided to go ask Badger Claw to
do it because if it didn't get properly scratched she
was going to just explode. She put her lips next to
Bobby's ear. "Do it to me Bobby... what they were
doing. Please Bobby?"
Bobby knew exactly what she was talking about. It never
occurred to him to say 'no' to his twin sister. He
rolled on top of her and between her legs as she spread
them to make him a saddle. Her hand found his stiff
prick again and she put it where the itch was.
It never occurred to Cindy that it would hurt.
Bobby didn't know to go slow.
They were both so excited that, when Bobby felt wet
heat surround the head of his cock, he just rammed it
into her. She was plenty well lubricated, which is why
she was able to choke off a scream at the sharp sting
she felt. Had he been aware of her distress he would
have stopped. But his instinct was to pull it out and
push it back in, and he did that with vigor.
In fact, he did that frantically which, in the process,
made the top of his cock saw back and forth along her
adolescent clitty. Her clitty had peeked out of its
hood early on in this game, and his abuse of it caused
her to feel both the pain of his rough entry and an
indescribable wonderful feeling at the very same time.
It was crazy! She felt pain, but wanted it to continue.
That stimulation, combined with being completely
overwhelmed physically by her brother, caused Cindy to
have her very first orgasm.
She would, in later years, become a very vocal lover,
but this first time she didn't know what to expect and
she thought she might be dying. She didn't see how
anyone could actually live through the amount of
pleasure that was coursing through her body and she
just tried to hold her breath until it was over... or
she was dead.
Her brother wasn't far behind her. He didn't know what
was happening either, except that his penis began to
hurt until it hurt so badly that he couldn't stand it.
Then, like magic, something flowed through it that felt
so soothing and so wonderful he never wanted it to
stop. There were muscles that he never knew he had, but
he could feel now, and they helped him force this
soothing balm through his penis. He hoped it was just
as soothing to Cindy as it was to him, because he liked
doing this and he wanted her to let him do it again.
When she felt his penis swell and spit Cindy knew what
it was. She knew her brother was planting his seed in
her. It didn't disgust her at all. To the contrary it
made all the pain worth it. Some of him was inside her
now, and it would stay there while she slept next to
him. She liked this feeling. She hoped the next time
they did this there would be less pain.
The next morning Molly was the first one up, dressed in
her buckskin dress, making noise, starting the fire,
moving things around. She was uncharacteristically
perky. When Beaver Claw stood up, morning hard-on
obvious, she went with him when he went to relieve
himself. They were gone for a lot longer than it took
to pee.
Bobby put his hand on his sister's back, pulling her to
him in a light hug. She woke up and said, "I'm sore."
"I'm sorry," he said. He didn't sound very sorry. "Did
you sleep on a rock?"
"NO!" she hissed. "I slept with YOU and that's twice as
bad as sleeping on a rock."
They grumbled at each other all day, but, after bath
time, when they sat down to play their new game, Bobby
couldn't concentrate with Cindy sitting there across
from him, naked, pussy wide open. He lost repeatedly
and his young prick surged to full bone.
"Are you still sore?" he asked.
"No," she said, beating him again. "Why? I suppose you
want to stick that thing in me again."
"Hey!" he growled. "It was YOUR idea in the first
place," he complained.
She sighed. "I know. I just didn't think it would
hurt." She pressed her pussy with her fingers. "Hmmm...
doesn't hurt now." she said. She looked up at him,
licking her lips, remembering the good parts of last
night. She slid one finger up into her. That didn't
hurt either. She looked at his penis. "I suppose we
could try it just one more time."
They did. Cindy was happy to discover that, while he
still stretched her, there was nothing like the
discomfort of the previous night. Soon she felt that
wonderful exploding feeling again. Bobby just jammed it
in her until he felt that soothing salve begin to flow
again. Wow, that felt good!
Julia had been thinking all day as she gathered tubers,
and berries and pounded the meat he'd killed to make it
more tender. This wasn't a completely terrible life.
She thought back to the cabin she still, in theory,
owned. That was a more comfortable life, but she'd
never been happier, really, than she was right now. It
was confusing.
She heard noises in the brush and became instantly
alert. It was Badger Claw. She couldn't have told
someone why, but she just knew. He came through the
trees with three rabbits hanging from his hand. With
what she'd gathered today that would make a good stew.
"Badger Claw?" she began. He looked up from where he
was skinning the rabbits. "What do you remember of your
parents? Your real parents."
He looked at her. "You mean my white parents." he said.
"Yes."
"I don't remember anything except my mother's face," he
said.
"And your life as a little boy? Before you were
captured?"
"Nothing." he said shortly. "My life has always been
with the people." Suddenly he stood, alert, eyes
casting into the woods. "Something comes" he said. He
bent over and scooped up his rifle. He cocked it. "An
animal. Where are the children?" he said.
Julia had unconsciously picked up a skinning knife. "I
don't know," she said worriedly.
It all happened so quickly that Julia only remembered
one thing, and that was her frantic shout of "NO!" A
mass of brown burst from the cover of the forest,
streaking toward them. Badger Claw's rifle came up and
that was when Julia screamed. To his credit, Badger
Claw listened to her. Perhaps it was something in her
voice that helped him know she recognized this beast.
Perhaps it was the look of the beast itself. It was a
canine, large, brown and shaggy.
But it was no feral dog or coyote. It was her dog
Champ.
She cried as she knelt to receive his frenzied
greeting, tongue lolling out of his tooth filled mouth.
His tale wagged so hard his entire rear end waved back
and forth. She cooed to him and pet him, telling him
what a good boy he was for finding her.
Badger Claw stood looking on amused. "You treat this
animal like one of your children." he said, putting the
rifle down. He picked up the rabbit he had been working
on and moved it. Champ had just noticed it and was
sniffing in that direction.
Julia was examining her pet. There was a place on his
side where the fur was matted and snarled around a
stripe of bare skin. It was where he'd been creased by
an Indian bullet. Otherwise he seemed to be in pretty
good shape, considering he'd been living wild for over
a month, and had tracked them over who knew how many
miles. He needed a bath and to have the snarls in his
coat taken care of. There were burrs in it too. She
stood up. "He IS like one of my children." Then she
called the dog to follow as she went toward their
bathing area.
Badger Claw skinned all three rabbits and went to see
what Julia was doing with this dog he had almost
killed. He found her singing to it as it stood docile
in the water while she pulled at its coat and splashed
water on him over and over again.
He watched as the twins wandered by, saw the dog and
squealed happily as they were reunited. Then Molly
showed up and she too was ecstatic at seeing the
animal. Badger Claw thought about how his people just
used dogs for cleaning up offal, and then chased them
away. Maybe they were missing something.
That night Julia was quiet as she ate the very
delicious stew she had made them. Finally Badger Claw
asked her what was wrong.
"Why does anything have to be wrong?" she said, staring
in her bowl.
"Tell me," he said.
She marveled again at how perceptive he was. "I want to
go home," she said. She looked up at him, uncertainty
in her eyes. She wasn't sure how he would react to
this.
"You wish to escape from me," he said. He was relaxed,
and didn't look angry.
"No!" she said, surprising herself. "I mean... I don't
want to go home to get away from you, Badger Claw. I
LIKE you. I like the way you make me feel." She was
surprised she didn't blush. "But I miss my home... my
children’s home."
"And you know where this 'home' you speak of is?" he
said.
"I think I could find it," she said. "With what I have
learned from you. And having Champ here. Yes, I think I
could find it."
"So you will leave here tomorrow?" He said it like he
was talking about the weather.
She looked at him, trying to see if he was teasing her.
"You would let us go away from here? Leave you?" she
said.
"No," he said.
Her heart sank.
"I would have to go with you," he went on.
Julia lifted her head, eyes shining. "You would do
that?" she asked.
"Yes" he nodded his head sagely. "You would not live
long. Not long enough to find this home you speak of. I
would have to go with you so you could stay alive long
enough to find it." He wasn't smiling.
"That's not what I meant and you know it!" she said
hotly. "We are your captives. As far as your people are
concerned you own us. What would they think of you if
we escaped?"
"They would know that I got tired of keeping so many
hot blooded women happy." he said. This time he did
smile, but she did not. He saw she was serious and went
on. "Julia, I took you from Yellow Water not because I
wanted to own you, but because I wanted Yellow Water to
NOT own you. If I wish to set you free that is my
business. And see you safely there, of course. When I
won you I promised my people to return you to the
soldiers, so they would not come and kill us."
Julia felt relief wash over her. "I think it would not
be a good idea for you to take us to the soldiers," she
said. "I do not think they would understand what you
were trying to do. Just help us get home."
That night Badger Claw slept with Molly. Their
lovemaking was violent and loud. It was so violent and
loud that it masked the sounds of the much more quiet
activity going on under Bobby and Cindy's furs. Both
women's pussies ended up packed with hot virile sperm,
though. Julia heard none of it, thinking about what she
was going to tell the children tomorrow.
"Children" Julia said, during their light breakfast.
"What would you say if I told you we might be able to
go home?" Three sets of eyes looked at her.
The discussion didn't go quite like she thought it
would. It was obvious that Molly didn't want to do
anything that might separate her from Badger Claw.
Bobby and Cindy seemed more concerned about what the
expectations on them would be when they got back. They
had a fairly care-free life right now, at least since
they no longer expected to be killed any second. In the
end Julia almost had to exert her maternal rule. When
all three children asked if Badger Claw was going with
them and he nodded silently that he was, they agreed to
do it. Julia was very pleased that no one asked Badger
Claw if he was going to STAY once they got home.
To give credit to Badger Claw, it WAS much more
difficult than Julia had thought it would be. When they
had been captured, each captive had been slung over a
pony and then they had ridden that way for the rest of
that day and all the next one. What it had taken them
16 hours or so to cover by horse took them four days on
foot. Badger Claw had his pony, of course, and they
took turns riding that.
He made them trot for as long as they all could. When
one flagged, that one went on the pony and they kept
going. When more than one couldn't run any further,
they walked. There was no sex at night. The women were
too tired. Champ was their night guard. He had no
trouble whatsoever keeping up with them and sometimes
flushed game that Badger Claw brought down.
On the third night, Badger Claw teased them around the
fire as they bedded down. He had left most of his
possessions behind, and they slept in the open. The big
Indian was the only one of them who wasn't dog tired.
"Why do you wish to do this thing?" he asked. "If we
were back with my people Bobby and I would be snug
under a fir with a beautiful woman by now, making fine
strong sons. But now you wish to run all day in the hot
sun, instead of making the men happy."
He ducked as a clod of dirt came his way, thrown wide,
maybe by accident... maybe not. He couldn't tell for
sure which woman had thrown it.
"I stink," came the muffled voice of Molly, under her
fir.
"You can take a bath when we get home" said Julia, who
was, in fact, the one who had thrown the clod. "Just as
soon as I'm done taking mine."
The next day Bobby saw a rock formation he recognized.
He'd seen it while hunting with his father. Late that
evening he led them to a stream they all recognized.
They followed it, knowing that it would bend to the
south, around a stand of trees, and then on to pass the
house.
Badger Claw wanted to scout ahead. Just then Champ's
ears came up and his head swiveled toward the woods. He
sniffed, and the was off like a shot. He set up a
barking in the woods and, to their astonished eyes,
there came trotting out of those woods their milk cow,
Petunia. She was glad to see them, even though she had
dried up in their absence. That could be remedied if
they could find the bull. But she was like a welcoming
committee of sorts and they went on at speed.
It was almost as if they had never left. The house
stood open, but the porch had protected the interior
from the elements. Badger Claw growled at the evidence
that his slain brothers had been left for the carrion
eaters by Yellow Water, instead of being honored with
the burial rites. There was very little left of them
now, but he gathered the bones and scraps of leather
for proper disposal.
The cistern was still full. Wood was still stacked
where Bobby had put it, ready for the stove. The bull
was calmly standing by the small barn, making a meal of
the last of the big pile of hay that had been put there
by the hard work of the whole family. Cindy went to the
pit dug into the hill and uncovered it.
Their stock of potatoes, carrots and dried apples were
still there. Expended shell casings gave evidence of
the battle that had blazed from inside the house. It
was obvious that the soldiers had not been there... did
not, in fact, even know they had been missing.
Molly started heating water for a bath. Her mother
helped her.
Cindy, Bobby and Badger Claw went to the stream, where
the two youngsters had swum and played. They bathed
there together and Badger Claw watched interestedly as
Bobby showed interest in his sister and she began to
preen. Soon they were touching each other, and, after
looking at him repeatedly, they finally coupled in the
water.
Bobby gasped as he pounded into his sister. "Oh my I've
missed this," he groaned, his prick slicking in and out
of her.
"Ohh me too," said Cindy, feeling her orgasm
approaching like a freight train. "I don't know what
we're going to do now that we're home."
Badger Claw watched long enough for his own penis to
lengthen and then went back to the house. Molly was
drying herself after climbing out of the half wooden
barrel she had bathed in. Julia was standing in the
barrel now, with a rag, washing her naked body.
Molly saw Badger Claw, naked and primed and said, "Oh
goody." By the time Julia was done with her bath Molly
had had two strong orgasms. She watched them as she
dried herself, and her eyes gleamed as Badger Claw got
up off of her daughter, his heavy thick prick still
hard as ever.
"I would like to try this bed I hear you talking of,"
he said to her. She had wondered what it would feel
like if she ever got him into her marriage bed. She had
thought she might feel guilty. But she didn't. She just
felt how comfortable it was to have his weight on her,
with the soft mattress under her, and his hard organ
inside her. "I saved this for you," he growled softly
as she felt him stiffen and begin to fill her with his
hot semen.
She cried herself to sleep, thinking that was the last
time she would ever feel a stiff prick going off inside
her. She wouldn't let him get up, and clung to him all
night long.
They began settling back into their routine the next
day. There was much to do, and Badger Claw didn't
leave, but helped with the heavy chores. He and Champ
found another cow and, drove it back to the farm. The
third one had disappeared for good. Badger Claw went
hunting and brought them meat while they got the farm
going again.
The crops that had been planted were doing all right,
other than the weeds that hadn’t been pulled while they
were gone. Hay would be a lot of work, but not
impossible. Badger Claw always said he was leaving, but
there was always something he stayed to help them do.
He continued to share himself between Julia and Molly,
alternating nights.
It wasn't until they had been home almost two months
that Julia realized none of the women had had a
menstrual period since they had been captured. She
looked at Molly, who was strong and beautiful and...
happy. She looked at Cindy, who suddenly seemed to have
developed nice round breasts and looked taller somehow.
Somehow, Badger Claw never seemed to find the time to
ride off.
The Cavalry did pay them a visit some months later. By
then Badger Claw's English was quite good, and he was
introduced to them by Julia as her husband, Tom. Bobby
was introduced as her son-in-law, married to an
obviously pregnant Cindy. Molly, also quite pregnant,
complained bitterly of a drifter who had wandered in,
swept her off her feet, and taken off when she found
out she was pregnant.
She gave the grizzled Sergeant a detailed description
of a boy she'd known back east and hoped quite loudly
that he'd find the wretch and drag him back to take
care of her and the baby. The Lieutenant commanding the
troop said he would do everything in his power to catch
the man, but that they had Indian problems that would
have to take priority. It turned out there was a
midwife at the Fort now, and he would have her come
down for a visit.
The Lieutenant and Sergeant were about to mount back up
when Julia remembered her manners. "Don't you want to
water your horses and men?" she asked.
The Sergeant, looking pointedly at her hands, which
were resting on her own swollen belly, shook his head.
"No ma'am... thank you just the same, but I don't
believe I want the men drinking the water around here."
They rode away never knowing that Ronald Throckmorton
Junior had been saved from the Indians who stole him,
by a woman, two girls and a boy.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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