Little Bear

[arousal]

-Noakas eyelids fluttered open, as she regained conciousness. Her glistening hazel eyes widened and tears began to stream down her grimy skin. Her skin felt cool against the ground, and she raised her limp, frail body to find herself confined in a strange metal box. She shivered as her shaky hands traced the lengths of the bars which held her. She touched her face, as if to check she was really all there, ran her fingers through her stragled black hair and down her body. She froze and glanced down to only to realize how completely and utterly exposed she was. Her plump breasts were undressed, nipples alert, and her privates were completely nude apart from the thin layer of fur. Her skin was scathed and dusted with dirt and grime. Sobs began to erupt from deep within her throat as she realized her fate. Her large empty eyes glanced around her as the clanging and bustle of the crowds around her finally made it to her ears. She curled up, trying to hide her buff bod in the very corner of her cage, as the crowds of boot-clad men scuffled through the dusty roads around her-

ooc|| humn... cowboys and dear little indian girl? I know that indians are quite commonly the bad ones, but here's a switcheroo. ^__^

 

[fukensploogin]

Billy kicked her cage when he saw her moving about. He ran his spurs over the bars and then bent over and gazed upon her. He wondered what kind of fight had occured before they had trapped this wild one. "There's a whorehouse in San Francisco that will be very happy to see you," he said. He stood up and hustled the gruff, shady bastard standing next to the cage. "How much for her?"

The man bent over and whispered in Billy's ear.

Billy raised his eyebrows, bent over again to give the bitch another look-see.

He paid cash, in full. He left the cage, taking just her, shackled, him leading her by a long metal chain connected to the iron ring around her neck. He put his cloak over her, before pulling her into a side alley. He pressed her up against the wall.

"What's your name?" he demanded. He was a tall, wiry man, with a handlebar mustache and deep brown eyes. His face was wrinkled with many years of travel under a harsh American sun. His shirt was dirty, and she smelled the familiar scent of liquor on his breath.

 

[arousal]

-A frightened squeak whistled through her lungs, and her weak little body was sent sliding across the miniature cell as the metal bars rattled from the forcefull kick. She shut her eyelids over her large glossy eyes, as she felt a thick, clammy hand grip her slender arm and yank her from the cage.

Her knees buckled as she was forced to her legs, and she moaned fearfully as a cold, heavy contraption was locked around her neck. She peered frightfully up at the shadowing figure above her, and she felt slightly comforted as he tossed a thick musky coat over her slim shoulders. More tears fell daintily off her rosy cheeks as she scuffled behind the cowboy.

Her fear reappeared and she shrieked momentarily as her naked figure was shoved up against the cool brick wall. Her nose wrinkled up as the musky mix of stale liquor and smoke breathed over her as the man spoke. "....noaka..." she muttered, keeping her gaze away from the tallmans eyes-

 

[fukensploogin]

"well, noaka, my name is Billy." He looked her up and down again, taking in the view of this tender specimen. he was lucky to have gotten his hands on her. he was certain there were many men in town that needed a proper slave girl. This was America, right? We're gonna build this whole thing on the backs of slaves. Hehe... and with this one on her back...

He spoke again, finally looking in her eyes again. "If you are obedient and do all that I ask of you, you will never feel the back of my hand. Do you understand?"

 

[arousal]

-Hey body writhed beneath the cloak, as she felt his greedy eyes scan her lithe curves. His threat blew a fresh cloud of the sickly moisture across her face, and his beedy eyes bore right through her. With a final surge of anger she spat a wet one right between his eyes, and leapt away as he stepped back in shock. She realized her mistake as the slack from the cool, heavy band tightened and her neck was sent backwards, sending her falling to her knees, a fresh cloud of dust settling around her as she cowered beneath the brute named Billy-

 

[fukensploogin]

Billy wiped the spit off his face. He still had her chain in his hand, and he stood over her pathetic little indian bitch body and laughed for a moment. He stuck two fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly, and a stagecoach down the street started towards them.

"It's okay. You'll understand soon enough," he said, as he bent over and grabbed the iron collar. He hauled her to her feet, and gave her a vicious backhand slap across her face. He fully expected her to spit in his face again. Part of him hoped she would.

 

[arousal]

-Her body was whipped around, and a stinging sensation erupted through her skin as his hand landed a solid smack across her face. The force of the hit sent her body through the air until the shackle tightened and she was pulled back towards him, gagging lightly.

Shivers prickled through her and she touched her lip, a crimson drop of blood hung to her skin.
She then fell into sudden submission as she realized her unpresent chance for escape, and her weak, tired body fell towards the man, his bold structure supporting her entirely as the wagon pulled up in front of them.

She pulled the cloak around her tightly as a man in a rubby hat who coached the wagon leered down at her with a piercingly disturbing glare, and a toothy grin. "Now that's quite the pretty specimen..." His gruff voice murmured, slimy pink tongue sliding across his cracked lips. "Now whereabouts would a pair like you two be off to today?" Turning his attention to the cowboy, he tipped his hat slightly-

 

[arousal]

ooc|| grrummphhh... bedtime for me. sooorrry. continue soon? x) nighty-night.

 

[fukensploogin]

He grabbed her and guided her through the open door of the enclosed carriage. He made sure that she sat her ass down on the floor, hard, before he handed some cash to the driver and said: "My camp is set up just north of town, off the main road, about a mile or so."

He looked back at the indian girl. "You ever heard about Manifest Destiny, girl?" he asked as he climbed into the carriage and shut the door behind him. He sat down and pulled her face right up to his. "Well? Have you?"

 

[arousal]

-Noaka scrambled up into confines of the stage coach, and gulped back a squeal as her bare ass smacked against the cool wooden planks-

-As Billy pulled her face towards him viciously, her eyes widened and a new set of tears bubbled within. She glared at the man before her, hating him, despising him, not wanting to think about her future in his hands. Her gaze turned abruptly away, out the window and over the infinite horizon, and she gave him a small weak shrug for response. The cloak slid down her shoulders, revealing her small, firm breasts. Her eyebrows furled as she noticed the driver sneering at her, his greedy eyes suctioning onto her curvy chest. He glanced down at the cash in his hand, then peered towards the cowboy, raising a brow furtively- "Shore yah don't want to pay in... another manner?" -He spoke with a gruff, furvent voice that could only offer his utmost longing for a little taste of native pussy-