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[Perplexia]

Lilly Rose Matthews had been born in England some eighteen years prior. Her parents had passed when she was younger, and so she had been raised in a school for orphaned girls. There were little choices for a girl back in those times, she would never marry well, for she was a person without connections or family. There was the option to be a governess or a teacher, or she could join the revolution of becoming a mail order bride.

Wiping the red hair from her brow her green eyes looked down at that letter she received. A Mr. Theodore Williams of Colorado Springs was in need of a wife to help him with his child from a previous marriage, and to produce more heirs for his booming general store business.

She wasn't afraid of hard work, and welcomed the adventure that awaited her. With her passage purchased she began the long trip to the Americas. Once she arrived in New York, passage way to the mid west was gained, and then the long ride on wagons began through Nevada to Colorado.

Little did she know that fate held something new in store for her. The wagons had gathered in their circle and she took a walk to the stream admire to gather water. Just as she plugged the canteen back up she heard the combination of screaming, gun shots and chanting of sorts. Savages! the word came to her mind and she placed a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming in fright. She had read about them, they were the natives of the land that didn't particularly care for the white man invading their land.

Her green eyes flashed in fear as she saw some braves heading in her direction. With all the might she had she took off like a wild cat running for her life. Her bonnet flew off as she ran letting her long red hair fly behind her.

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

The hunting party saw the smoke from the wagon train's fires just before sundown, when the wagon train stopped to water their animals, cook food for the evening and get some sleep before the next day's trek. The braves hid behind a small rise to observe the strange, pale-faced strangers. Their Chief, Washakie, spoke of befriending the White Man, and spoke out against initiating violence against them.

This group of warriors left their grass hut village to hunt for fish, game birds and rabbit. They saw strange tracks that they suspected belonged to the strange White Man. Apparently, they were right.

The sun sat right above the horizon when the hunting party attacked. Mates-With-Horses, the largest of the warriors, screamed his war-cry and charged his horse towards the encampment. He was always the strongest among them, and the quickest to violence. The rest of the hunting party quickly looked at each other, but then quickly followed.

The White Man camp had no children or women -- only men. The warriors were fast, and their horses even faster. Mates-With-Horses killed two men with his arrows as they looked up at him, frozen in shock and bewilderment. The exhaustion of a day's travel across the grassland plains, with no clear roads and only the sun to guide them, added to the sluggishness of their response. Mates-With-Horses skewered two more men with his spear, using the momentum of his horse and his own incredible strength to plunge the stone spearhead and wooden shaft clear through their bodies, stapling them together as they convulsed in synchronized death rattle.

The large Native American shaved his head to distinguish himself from his brethren, and the fire in the middle of the camp reflected upon the sweat-laden skin on his scalp. He leapt from his stallion, ripping a pair of tomahawks from his waistband and became a windmill of death as he single-handedly tore through the camp.

A shot rang out and whistled by Mates-With-Horses' ear. Runs-With-Smoke's war cries ends in a gurgling, choking sound as the ball from a snaplock musket tears through his throat.

Mates-With-Horses turns to see Runs-With-Smoke drop the large metal knife that he was using to scalp one of the White Men and fall face first on top of his would-be trophy. Filled with blood lust and now rage for his fallen brother, Mates-With-Horses charges the White Man whose hands shake violently as he tries in vain to reload his musket.

Arrows fly past Mates-With-Horses as the other warriors in his party shoot the White Man with the musket. Mates-With-Horses does not stop and hacks the White Man's body into pieces anyway. He sees nothing, hears nothing. He simply wants to slay and kill and murder.

It takes a few minutes for the rest of the warriors to make sure everyone in the camp is dead. They take another several minutes to tear through the camp, searching for things they can identify and salvage.

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FLASHBACK. Earlier that morning.

"We will hunt, Old Man," Mates-With-Horses spits on the ground in defiance. The Chief's son, Fight-With-Long-Knife, stands quickly, shocked at the way the warrior spoke to his father. "And if we find the Pale Face in our hunting grounds, we will hunt them, and take ALL of their fire water!"

"We gave you and your warriors all of the fire water," the Chief said calmly. "The White Man calls it whiskey -- and you got all it, even more than your share. No one else got fire water except the lot of you."

"You can sit here, happy with the gifts from the Iron Horse -- you with your White Man cloths, your son with his big knife from across the Great Salt Water, but no more fire water for our warriors?" Runs-With-Smoke moves to stand next to Mates-With-Horses, his stance unmistakably in support of the large man. "We are warriors. Hunters. We will hunt. We will bring back fish and birds and rabbit, and we will eat well tonight -- as we always should -- with food from the land. And if the White Man crosses us, we will hunt him as well!"

The hunters tried to stare down the Chief and his son. After several tense moments, the warriors skulk off and mount their horses. The Chief, his son and the other men from the tribe watch the hunting party ride off in an unnecessarily boorish cloud of dust.

"Follow them, my son," Chief Washakie told the long-haired brave by his side. His son nods dutifully to his father, mounts his Appaloosa. Other warriors -- those who were loyal to their Chief -- mounted their own steeds and followed the Chieftain's son.

It wasn't difficult to track the hunting party at first. It was with great concern when the hunting party's tracks met with strange new tracks -- the kind that Fights-With-Long-Knife knows belongs to the White Man and the wooden things they ride in.

Fights-With-Long-Knife and his braves fear the worst and ride like the wind.

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Mates-With-Horses closes Runs-With-Smokes' eyes. They will take him home and honor him with a warrior's funeral. He looks around, oddly satisfied; all of the White Men are dead, and he only lost one brave and a few of the horses. Not too bad, he thought to himself. This is war. Some of us will die. But if we kill ALL of the White Men, we still win.

He raises his bald head at the excited yelling from his other warriors. They finished scavenging the wagons and the camp, but it seems something new has their attention.

Mates-With-Horses sees a person -- a woman, with long hair the color of fire and blood -- walking towards the camp with the setting sun glowing a bright orange behind her. A White woman.

She stops, probably after seeing the warriors making their way towards her. She turns around and runs. Something falls off her head -- some kind of head covering.

Mates-With-Horses roars to the sky. He will visit his vengeance for Runs-With-Smoke on this white woman. He rips off his loincloth, revealing the reason for his name. The seemingly over-sized muscles all over his body visibly tense as he launches himself into a full sprint after the red-haired woman.

He overtakes the other warriors despite their head starts. He feels himself closing in on the white woman, and as he nears, he sees that she is young -- old enough for marriage... and breeding. His foot-long cock engorges itself at the thought of defiling the young woman; he looked forward to seeing the pain and agony on her face as he tore through her... His vision narrows as blood drains from his brain to fill his lengthy, girthy cock -- until he can only see his would-be prey and the rapidly closing distance between them.

 

[Perplexia]

Lilly ran as hard as she could and was still no match for the brave that was hard on her heals. It didn't take long for him to catch her and tackle her to the ground. She fought like a wild cat, nails scratching at him, and feet kicking at him. She screamed loudly hatred and fear pouring from her eyes and lungs.

She reached for anything she could find, but the land she fell upon was absent of rocks and sticks that she could of used to pummel her assailant. So instead she pounded him with her fists. Screaming until she was hoarse "Get off me" as he tore at her clothes.

Other braves were now surrounding watching the fiasco as she kneed mate with horses in the groin as hard as she could. His monstrous cock was as terrifying as the painted faces that gawked and laughed. Evidently he had enough of her antics as he now held a knife at her throat and she dared him with her eyes to kill her. It would be a relief, a saving grace instead of being defiled by lord knows how many savages.

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

The sound of the gunshot rings out across the grass plains, startling Fights-With-Long-Knife and his band of would-be rescuers.

That sound was NOT thunder, he thought to himself. They see the smoke and the fire where the tracks obviously end near the horizon. Within minutes, they see the carnage from just beyond bow range. Even from this distance, they recognize the warriors from their village and they see them unmistakably ransacking the strange wagons that could only belong to the White Man.

Their horses are near exhaustion when they crash into the renegade warriors. No words need be spoken now. The renegade warriors committed murder and blatantly disobeyed Shoshone Chief Washakie's law. As Chieftain's Son, Fights-With-Long-Knife was bound by duty, honor and his personal outrage to exact justice upon the renegade murderers.

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The braves stood in a circle around the fallen young woman and Mates-With-Horses. At least half of the men in the circle undid their breeches or loincloths, eager to ravage whatever their leader leaves behind.

Despite being clearly over-powered, the young woman with hair of fire and blood fights her assailant valiantly, and the braves cannot help but respect her spirit.

"It would be easier for her to give up," one of the braves says out loud. "For her AND for us!"

"I don't blame her," another responds as he peels off his breeches. "She knows we'll kill her even if she survives Mates-With-Horses."

"I hope she's still alive when my turn comes around," a third whoops, leading the rest of the braves standing in the circle in a series of screaming, celebratory cries of exaltation, excitement and victory. The rush of the recent fighting, the exhilaration of victory and foreseeable gang rape, the smell of blood, smoke and fire -- all of these and more served to distract the men from the thundering hooves quickly approaching them, until it was too late.

Lathered from exhaustion, the horses spent the last ounces of their beings in exchange for the speed needed to get here when they did. The horses crash at full gallop into the men standing around in a circle. Half of the men are immediately and severely trampled as their legs, tangled in their pants or loincloths, prevent them from avoiding several hundred pounds of exhausted horse from running them over. A few of these trampled men die instantly; a few more linger and eventually die from their injuries.

Mates-With-Horses is able to roll off the young woman and avoid the horses' hooves. He rolls to his feet and picks up the pair of war tomahawks he dropped nearby -- he planned to use them to decapitate the young woman after he and his men finished with her. Now, he would use these weapons to defend himself.

Fights-With-Long-Knife leaps off his horse and positions his steed to shield and protect the young woman from the stampede and chaos around them. He holds his palm out to the young woman, as if signaling her to remain where she is for her own safety.

The fight is over in a few seconds, or seems that way, with only Mates-With-Horses standing and able to fight.

Most of the horses topple to the ground in exhaustion. Half of the rescuers tend to the horses while the other half rush to surround Mates-With-Horses, their bows drawn or spears held at the ready.

"You ATTACKED us -- you attacked your own brothers!" Mates-With-Horses roars in outrage, his naked cock somehow still engorged and bobbing in front of him. "And you killed them, you murdered them!"

Fights-With-Long-Knife pays no heed to Mates-With-Horses and his wild rantings. The large man's rage seems to fade behind him as Fights-With-Long-Knife is shocked at the sight of the young woman; she is young, perhaps new to womanhood, and her tousled, disheveled hair is the color of fire and blood. Her clothes lay tattered upon her body, evidence that Mates-With-Horses tried to rape her.

Fights-With-Long-Knife's horse collapses to the ground in a quivering, neighing heap just as he takes the waterskin from its saddle. The long-haired Chieftain's Son is torn for an instant between handing the waterskin to the young woman or tending to his fallen horse. He tosses the waterskin towards the woman and quickly returns his attention to his Appaloosa, now laying convulsing on its side with its legs stiff and straight out as it dies from a heart that exploded from exhaustion.

 

[Perplexia]

Lilly continued to kick and scream even when more of the indians surrounded her. Mates with Horses was now pinning her down and pulling at her clothes despite the continual smacks to his head and clawing at his chest.

The indians were laughing and pointing and talking in their own language as they watched. It was then she heard the thunder of the horses and before she knew it braves were being trampled by horses and scattering. Mates with Horses rolled off of her in order to defend himself. Another Indian jumped from his his horse and positioned it to block her from the other braves that were chasing down the war party. He held his hand up to her as if telling her to stay.

Soon most of the commotion was over. The Indian that tried to rape her was shouting at the one that saved her. The horse toppled and the Indian through her the water flask and tended to his horse.

The poor beast then died as many others had around her. She looked around for any weapon she could find while the Indians were preoccupied with their horses and Mates with Horses. Not finding one she put down the flask and slowly rose to avoid any sudden movements. With in seconds she took flight again running until she was tackled once again by one of the rescuing Indians. He didn't paw at her like Man with horses did, Instead he just smiled at her fury and with much effort was able to bind her hands and led her back to where the two Indians were facing off.

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

The woman ran. If her clothes weren’t so tattered she probably would have escaped. As it was, Singing Fox was able to take her down and tie her hands. For added measure, he wrapped his lasso several times around her upper arms and torso so he could lead her by the end of the rope.

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“Only three of our horses can ride back to the village,” Singing Fox reported. “The others died from exhaustion or broke their legs so we had to put them down. I am sorry about your Appaloosa.”

“What of the renegades’ horses?” Fights-With-Long-Knife asked. His eyes welled up with tears while he lovingly stroked his horse's neck for the last time. Great remorse and sorrow filled Fights-With-Long-Knife's soul at the carnage all around him.

“Most of them ran away,” Singing Fox said flatly, as if continuing his report. “We have a total of six horses, counting theirs.”

“Can we salvage the wagons?” Fights-With-Long-Knife had a reputation of thinking outside the box. “ Perhaps we can use them since we don’t have enough horses?”

“We could probably figure out how to hitch two of our horses to these strange things,” Singing Fox said, rubbing his chin hairs. ”Then we’ll have to learn how to actually make these things work. But if we can do it, we can haul the dead bodies in one cart and the salvaged equipment in the other.”

“Very good, brother,” Fights-With-Long-Knife said, nodding his approval as he stood up from where he squatted next to his dead Appaloosa. “Bind the warriors who defied our Chief’s law. They will walk behind the horses all the way back to the village. It is Father’s responsibility and authority to pass judgement on them.”

"The Pale Face woman is the lone survivor," Singing Fox continued his report solemnly. “She is someone who could tell about the great shame that happened here.”

“You should kill her,” Mates-With-Horses says, strangely leering, as the other warriors bound his arms and hands with rope. “She’s a Pale-Face. She’s not one of us, so it would be like killing an animal.”

For a fleeting moment, the thought of killing her, of ending her misery, flew through Fights-With-Long-Knife's consciousness. Killing this pale-face woman would mean they could hide all evidence that this terrible, shameful thing happened. They could blame the deaths of the braves on wild animals or something else. Everything would go back to the way it once was because nothing here happened.

“You speak of laws, Fights-with-Long-Knife,” Mates-With-Horses said, laughing mirthlessly, as if he had some kind of newly-discovered moral high ground. “What will you do with the Pale Face woman? You can’t bring her to the village; she isn’t one of us. Only our own people are allowed in our village -- isn’t that your Father’s law?”

“He is an idiot but he speaks the truth,” Singing Fox shrugged. ”If we don’t kill her, judging by her looks, she will surely die out here by herself anyway. Even if we gave her one of our horses to ride, she would be lost and will likely wander out into the desert. Dying alone in the desert is not a good way to die. It might be kinder to... put her down instead.”

“We can’t spare any of the horses to give away to someone who will just likely die and kill the horse anyway,” Fights-With-Long-Knife paused for about a minute as his mind raced for possible answers.. “I will take her as my wife. Then she will be one of us.”

"She is my prize!" Mates-With-Horses yelled at Fights-With-Long-Knife. "She is mine by right of acquisition! You cannot touch her, Fights-With-Long-Knife!"

"You disobeyed your Chief's law," Fights-With-Knife answered coldly "You own nothing, Mates-With-Horses -- not even your life."

"You threaten ME, little, short fat man?" Mates-With-Horses tried to laugh as he spat out his baiting retort. Still naked, he wagged his engorged cock in defiance at his captors. "It is me, Mates-With-Horses, who will slay ALL of you! No one is stronger than me in our entire tribe -- and if you doubt my words, try me now! Prove your honor and fight me man-to-man!

The rescuers knew he was right, as much as it disgusted and shamed them.

"Be quiet, at least for now, Mates-With-Horses," Fights-With-Long-Knife said simply. "Be quiet or I will have Rolling-Brown-Bear and Hungry Badger shoot you with their bows. And then you will be quiet and dead."

The rescuers got to work hitching a pair of the horses to each of the best two wagons, and then loaded them up -- one with the dead bodies, the other with an assortment of salvaged items. The rescuers tied the captured renegades to the wagon with dead bodies. They received no food or water for the night.

Fights-With-Long-Knife tugged on the rope holding the Pale Face woman to get her attention. He picked up the waterskin he offered her initially and let a few drops fall into his mouth, before offering it to her.

“Baa.” He pointed at the waterskin as he offered it to the woman. He did not speak her language and by the looks of it, she did not speak Shoshoni -- the language of the Shoshone. “Hipinkan. Baa.”

Fights-With-Long-Knife sighed. They would camp here for the night; to travel while exhausted in pitch black darkness would only invite disaster. They would break camp at sunrise tomorrow and head home. The trek on foot would take a few days, but they had no choice.

 

[Perplexia]

Now hog tied she stood there waiting for her fate as the Naked Indian and the one that saved her had what appeared to be heated words. The ropes that held her were tight, and there wasn't any escaping them, at least for the moment.

As she stood trying to come up with a plan of escaped her ropes were tugged drawing her attention back to the savage that saved her. "baa" he said pushing the water skin toward her. "hipikkan baa" he said again.

"Baa" she repeated softly taking the water skin and taking a long drink and handed it back to him.

From the looks of it they were planning on spending the night, her only hope was to find a way out of these ropes while they were sleeping. Lilly watched as each member worked as team from gathering wood to bringing back food and water. She kept her eyes on the one that tried to rape her, always aware of where he was in proximity of her. She glared at him with a thousand fires of hatred with the hope he'd combust from the inside.

The one that saved her seemed to be in charge of the others that came to her rescue. After the heated debate others would avoid eye contact with her except for him and the angry one. The angry ones hatred and detest for her was quite obvious. She couldn't really blame him, the white people had invaded their land and were intent on conquering it and anything in their paths.

Night soon came and dinner was being cooked over an open flame.

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

Fights-With-Long-Knife fastened the end of the rope holding the Pale Face woman to one of the wagons surrounding the fire. Just to make certain she wouldn’t escape, he bound her ankles together to make sure she didn’t run off.

The rescuers shot over a dozen rabbits in less than an hour so they didn’t need to dig into their rations to provide food for everyone in the camp, including the renegades and the woman. It wasn’t long before they had several skewers of rabbit roasting on the bonfire they made from tumbleweed and deadwood.

”Gammu,” Fights-With-Long-Knife sat with the Pale Face woman and pointed towards the rabbits roasting over the fire. He brought one of the skewers over and stuck the end into the ground in front of her. He pointed to the rabbit meat, then to her and then motioned towards his mouth with the tips of his fingers. “Deka. Deka.”

With that, he slowly untied the Pale Face woman’s hands -- but not her feet -- hoping she understood that he was allowing her some freedom to eat. He knew better than to try to feed her with his own fingers.

“Are you certain you want to take the Pale Face woman as your wife?” Singing Fox looked with unease at the Pale Face Woman sitting nearby, her hands tied to the rope. “She seems… untamed.”

“Our Chief -- my Father -- rescued me when I was a very little boy,” Fights-With-Long-Knife said resolutely. “I, too, am from a different land from across a great salt water. And now I am Chieftain’s Son of the Shoshone. Perhaps it is my turn to show the same kindness to someone new to these lands, someone from across a great salt water.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to marry her,” Singing Fox said as Rolling Brown Bear and Hungry Badger walked over to join the conversation.

“I have to agree,” Hungry Badger piped up. “I heard a few Cherokee speak about diseases the Pale Face bring with them. What if you catch something from this one?”

“And what if her disease actually kills you? And then your corpse spreads whatever disease she has to the rest of the tribe?” Rolling Brown Bear said, his brow crinkling at the thought. ”I hear there are diseases that are spread when people bed Pale Faces. Maybe it is a sign that they look pale like death. Bedding them can actually kill you.”

“Perhaps we should give her to Mates-With-Horses and see if he dies,” Singing Fox mused. No one was sure if he was joking or serious. “If he dies from bedding her, at least we’ll know.”

“He would probably kill her with his horse dick,” Hungry Badger mused. If it was a joke, he figured he’d play along, but if not, his statement could work just as well. “But then again, if they ended up killing each other, that might solve a couple of problems…”

“I heard that,” Mates-With-Horses growled from his spot across the bonfire. “Fuck you, Badger.”

"No one is giving her to anyone," Fights-With-Long-Knife stated sternly. "She will be my wife, even if I have to tame her myself."

He looked at the Pale Face woman and breathed a sigh. He wanted to be kind to her, which is why he wanted to save her life by marrying her. Was he being stupidly impulsive? What would his Father the Chief say? And then there came the issue of taming this Pale Face woman. He's tamed horses and wolves, but never a woman -- let alone someone who was not of the People.

He ate and then spread his horse blanket for on the ground next to the Pale Face woman. He left her hands untied to see what she would do. He then moved a few feet away from her, then settled on the bare ground using his saddle for his pillow. He looked at the woman, then pointed to the blanket, wondering if she understood his intent. Tomorrow would be a long day, and they all needed their rest.

 

[Perplexia]

"Gammu" she repeated pointing to the rabbit, and then said "Rabbit" and remained pointing toward it to see if he would repeat it. If she was going to learn his language than perhaps he should learn hers as well.

"Deka" she repeated and pulled back slightly as he reached for her before letting him untie her wrists. Taking a small piece of the rabbit and placing it into her small thin lipped face. After she ate the piece she said "Eat" and repeated the motions he's used to explain it to her. Taking another piece of rabbit she said "Deka, Eat" and ate it.

She rubbed her now untied wrists. "thank you". She said softly. She watched as he became engaged in conversation with his tribe. They were obviously talking about her from their stares and nods. From his body language it seemed like he was defending her from them. They probably wanted to Deka her, she must find a way to escape.

Lilly watched suspiciously as he laid a blanket down next to her. Than moved a few feet away and laid down himself. He pointed to the blanket. He apparently wanted her to lay down upon it. She watched as the others glanced at her and shook their heads and went about placing blankets down for themselves and making themselves ready for retiring. She watched carefully, the positions of the couple that were keeping guard.

The evil one glared at her, it was clear that he had mischief in mind and was just waiting for the opportunity to reveal it. Laying down on the blanket she positioned herself so she was facing the man who'd been taking care of her. It hadn't escaped her notice that he didn't retie her hands. She was just going to close her eyes for a couple hours. That was her plan. Then hopefully escape.

Her couple hours turned into more as she was awakened with a hand being pressed down over her mouth. It was the evil one, he was trying to get her to her feet to drag her away. She couldn't kick because her feet were tied. So instead she began clawing at him like a wide eyed tigress. Screaming through his hand hoping to rouse anyone to her rescue.

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

"Wabit," Fights-With-Long-Knife said slowly.The Pale Face woman understood, and further, took the initiative to teach him HER language. He nodded. Learning the Pale Face language would come in handy, knowing his father's general policy of making peace with them and fostering friendly trade. Her word seemed so foreign, so he tried again. "Rahh... beet."

She ate the food and then said another word.

"Eeett." Fights-With-Long-Knife said out loud, grateful for the monosyllabic word.

"Eeeettt," a chorus sounded behind him. Singing Fox, Rolling Brown Bear and Hungry Badger were busy eating and wiping grease from their faces, but they tried to follow suit and repeat the new, strange word. "Eeeettt."

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Mates-With-Horses literally snapped his bonds with the sheer muscle strength of his shoulders, arms and chest. He held his breath as he crept slowly and quietly past the sleeping braves and made his way to the Pale Face woman.

He relished the idea of stealing the Chieftain's Son's future wife, of ravaging her until she was near death, and then scalping her while she pleaded for her life. But first, he needed to take her away from camp. He glanced at Fights-With-Long-Knife's long handled blade -- this THING that came from across the Great Salt Water. He thought about taking it as his prize, as yet another thumb in the eye of his enemy. He quickly realized it would be too risky, because he needed both his hands to capture the Pale Face woman and keep her quiet as he smuggled her away from the camp.

Mates-With-Horses didn't bother to cover his naked body, and his oversized cock was flaccid but dangled low enough to drag on the ground, leaving a track that looked like a boa constrictor made its may through the camp. Even the thought of raping the Pale Face woman to death couldn't overcome the adrenaline rush that came with the danger of sneaking past experienced warriors, and as such, his penis remained limp.

He stopped for a moment, his eyes wide with pain, his mouth open in a silent scream. He gritted his teeth and looked down to see his own foot stepping on his penis. Cursing inwardly, we rolled his foot off his cock and checked to see if he woke anyone up. A soft hiss of relief escaped Mates-With-Horses when he saw everyone still slumbering -- all of them oblivious to his pain.

He paused when he reached the Pale Face woman's location and examined her as he prepared to make his move: her legs were tied together and a bit of the rope was tied to the nearest wagon. Mates-With-Horses struggled with the knot for longer than he cared but finally succeeded in getting it loose. Again, he paused, as he readied himself -- like a rattlesnake about to strike.

He moved quickly, suddenly, quietly. He grabbed the Pale Face woman by her face, his huge hand covering her entire jaw, mouth and nose tightly. With the speed and smoothness of effort borne out of years of practice roping animals for slaughter, Mates-With-Horses wound the rest of the rope around the Pale Face woman's arms and upper torso. With his hand still clamped tightly upon her face, Mates-With-Horses wrapped his other arm around the woman and lifted her in a very tight, one-armed embrace.

Mates-With-Horses looked around and saw that no one woke up -- so far. He smiled, ignoring the Pale Face woman's attempts to scream through his hand. Slowly, carefully, he stepped away from the camp carrying the woman with thin lips, green eyes, red hair and pale skin.

He considered hopping on a horse to make good his escape, but the Pale Face woman struggled too much for that to be a practical strategy. No, he would have to walk and carry his prize. Perhaps he could jump into a nearby river and have it carry them both down stream and away from the others before they knew they were missing...

This plan seemed like a good plan. Except, of course, there aren't very many rivers in Nevada besides that great, big one -- and they were a few days ride away from it. Mates-With-Horses decided to keep walking while looking for a place to hide himself and his captive. Only then would he rape her.

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Rolling-Brown-Bear mumbled in his sleep as he lay next to Soft Bunny. He rolled and wrapped his arm and leg around her as they lay in glorious, post-coitus slumber. Smiling, he nuzzled his nose into the back of her neck and whispered, "You were glorious last night."

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Hungry Badger leapt to his feet upon hearing Rolling-Brown-Bear's voice whispering inappropriately close to the back of his neck.

PAFF!

"WAKE UP, you fat fuck!" Hungry Badger bent down and swatted Rolling-Brown-Bear in the face. "You're dreaming again!"

Both men squinted as they looked around. The sun was still below the horizon but was close enough to lighten the sky with the promise of dawn.

"Hey," Singing Fox said as he looked around after the ruckus dragged him out of his sleep. "Where's the Pale Face Woman?"

 

[Perplexia]

Being tied up like a burrito wasn't the ideal situation. She dropped her body weight to the ground causing him to have to pick her up which freed her mouth up to scream her bloody head off. Of course he would then clasp her mouth and try to carry her. She made it as difficult as she possible could, holding on the hope that someone would wake up and notice they were gone.
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"Wake Up" Singing Fox yelled at Fights with Long Knife. "Mates with Horses has escaped taking your pale face."
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Damn this Indian was strong, yet still she fought despite being bound. Whenever the opportunity arose she'd bite at him, scream, drop her weight to the ground anything that would delay his escape with her. The last drop to the ground even allowed her to head but his privates as hard as she could.

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

"OOF."

Mates-With-Horses simultaneously gasped and whined with the same exhaled breath as his eyes watered from the instant and sudden pain of the Pale Face woman bludgeoning his privates with her head. It didn't hurt at first -- what with her long, fiery red hair cushioning the blows. Then she got lucky and hit him just as his foot-long penis swung out of the way and failed to protect his testicles from her bashing skull.

He drops the woman on the sand dune, letting her roll downwards in a flurry of dust and fine sand. Mates-With-Horses quickly pushes aside his enormous penis and grabs his balls, as if this might protect him from further bludgeoning. He falls to his knees, and then topples onto his side into a fetal position as a loud groan escapes his chest.

Fights-With-Long-Knife's horse casually canters up to where Mates-With-Horses lays groaning on top of the sand dune. His three friends are right behind him as well.

"How... did... you... find... me?" Mates-With-Horses asks in between pained breaths.

"We're Native Americans," Rolling Brown Bear states flatly. "If there's something we can do well, it's track."

"You walked on sand while carrying a heavy load," Hungry Badger added, open derision unmasked in his voice and tone. "An idiot blind drunk white dude could have tracked you with the mess you left behind."

Fights-With-Long-Knife says nothing. He rides down the sand dune towards the Pale Face woman and hops off his horse to see if she is injured. The other three get to the business of binding Mates-With-Horses -- securely this time -- and tethering him with rope to walk behind one of the horses.

In the distance, a pair of wagons are seen catching up, their drivers obviously learning with some anxiety. Each wagon has a single horse pulling it. Having secured Mates-With-Horses, Rolling Brown Bear and Hungry Badger ride towards the wagons. Once there, they dismount their horses and harness them to the wagons so that two horses are pulling each wheeled vehicle instead of only one. Singing Badger tethers the still-naked Mates-With-Horses to the back of the rear wagon while Fights-With-Long-Knife tends to the Pale Face woman.

Fights-With-Long-Knife points to the Pale face woman and then points to his horse. He pats the saddle blanket and then slowly extends his hand towards the woman.

Before long, the entire group is on its way back to their village. As luck would have it, Mates-With-Horses was headed there when he tried to escape.

"You're going to have to do something about Mates-With-Horses," Singing Fox advised as he hopped off his own horse to walk besides Fights-With-Long-Knife. "What he did while we were asleep was an insult to your leadership. You need to let the men know that you are strong."

"What do you suggest?" Fights-With-Long-Knife cocks his eyebrow at Singing Fox.

"Whatever it is you do, it needs to be memorable," Singing Fox shrugged. "You need to send a message to everyone here that you do not tolerate such defiance."

Fights-With-Long-Knife nodded silently. He walked while deep in his thoughts for several minutes before he gave orders to Singing Fox. The group stopped to rest when the sun reached its zenith, using a series of tall, rock outcroppings as shade from the blazing sun's heat. The men loyal to Fights-With-Long-Knife dragged Mates-With-Horses and tied him to stakes deeply embedded into the soil until he was spread-eagled and face down into the dirt. Mates-With-Horses snarled and cursed threats at everyone around. Then, the other captives were brought to stand in a circle around Mates-With-Horses.

Fights-With-Long-Knife made sure the Pale Face woman was in attendance. She needed to know the penalty of escaping and committing crimes against the Shoshone.

"By reason of your defiance and disobedience, you are all guilty of murder as well as treason. These are transgressions against our Chief and your tribe," Fights-With-Long-Knife began. "Your leader, Mates-With-Horses murdered the White Man, tried to rape one of theirs and then tried to steal her from me AFTER I announced she is to be my wife."

Fights-With-Long-Knife paused to allow the guilty to reflect upon what they did, and to imagine the kinds of punishments they were about to receive.

"I was going to wait until we got back to the village to allow my Father to administer justice, but due to the actions of Mates-With-Horses, I am forced to authorize punishment even before we get home. This is a message to everyone who violates our laws and our ways, particularly for selfish and insidious gain."

Fights-With-Long-Knife pointed towards Mates-With-Horses.

"As punishment, I order everyone who defied my Father's laws to rape Mates-With-Horses."

 

[Perplexia]

Lily wiggled trying to loosen her bonds as she stared up observing the little bit of interaction she could see, and not understanding what was said. Then she watched as Fights -with Long knife rode down toward her and hopped off his horse. She didn’t pull away from him when he began to carefully check her for wounds. He helped her loosen her bonds and rise to their feet. She wrapped her arms around him as tears fell from her eyes. Once again he had saved her.

The other men dealt with binding the evil one, and the wagons were approaching. Lily was a bit shaken, it had been quite the ordeal of a day.

There was a lot of anger in the strange words that were spoken been the men and the evil one and his men. Her protector pointed to his horse and patted the saddle blanket then offered his hand to her. She gave a slight nod and took his hand allowing him to guide her to the animal and hoist her upon it.

Lilly fought to stay awake as her protector lead her up the dune and began their journey to his village. It was then the men started talking in their language. She wasn't sure what they were saying but it seemed to be intense. Then it was over and there was silence for several minutes.

Her protector spoke and The group stopped to rest. She watched as the men loyal to her protector, dragged the evil one and tied him to stakes deeply embedded into the soil until he was spread-eagled and face down into the dirt. Then, the evil ones men were brought to stand in a circle around Mates-With-Horses.

Her protector helped her down from the horse and brought her to stand next to him with a view of the naked evil one tied to a stake. Part of her was glad he was being brought to justice, even though from the looks of it, it was going to be quite savage. The protector stood proud and spoke in an authoritative tone as he addressed the evil ones men.

After a long speech she watched as he pointed toward the evil one. He spoke again. The shock an appauldingness of whatever they were told was quie admitaley displayed upon their faces.

It wasn’t apparent to her what was happening until the first man looked at her with lust and began to stroke his manhood in front of her. She buried her head into her protector's chest to avoid viewing such a lewd action. Her eyes were brought forward when she heard the evil one let out a yelp and the man that was staring at her was pushing his manhood roughly into the evil one's ass.

It was apparent this was his punishment for taking her and what he would have done to her. There was probably some clan politics involved as well, but as she didn’t speak the language she could only estimate. As soon as one man ejaculated into the evil ones ass, another was stroking himself hard and getting ready to mount his leader.

Lily was horrified at the sight, and took every opportunity she had to bury her head into her protector's chest and cover her ears from the screams.