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They had warned us that life this far out west was dangerous, and my mother was constantly telling me not to wander too far from the homestead.  But, I’m an adventurous soul, and I was so hot that summer day.  The clothes were all hung and I wandered down to the small stream that ran nearby.  At first I just removed my shoes and dangled my feet into the cool waters, then, glancing around to make sure no one was about, I slipped out of my confining dress, and most everything else.  Just in my white knickers I slipped into the water.

I had a very sinful pride in my body.  At seventeen I was well endowed, and the hard life of the frontier family had kept me fit.  I settled into the cool water and closed my eyes.  It was so quiet, so peaceful.  I found the cold water had raised my nipples, and though ignorant of what else that meant, I played with them some, absently.  I must have dozed off some, because when next I opened my eyes it was nearing late afternoon.  The sun was approaching the place where she set, and I knew Mother would begin looking for me soon.  I determined to sit there for only a few minutes more.  I closed my eyes once more and lay still in the coolness of the stream.

I felt a shadow cross my face and opened my eyes, half expecting to find my mother standing and staring at me in that disapproving way she had.  But, it wasn’t my mother…or my father.  It wasn’t even my brother George.  I stood and reached for my dress, but it was too far away.  I used my hands to try to cover my nakedness.  The white cotton of my knickers clung to my body.  In front of me, on a huge black stallion, was what must have been an Indian.  I had never seen one, but his skin was dark from the sun and painted in bright colors.  A large feather hung from his raven hair.  We stared at each other for a long moment, then I started to slowly back away, toward my clothes, toward the house.  I wasn’t sure I dared scream out, at least not until some distance was between us.  I reached my dress, and put my hand down for it.  Just as I turned to run for the house, I smacked face first into another one.  I backed away, and tried to turn.  The one on the black horse had forded the stream and was now behind me.  Three others appeared out of nowhere.

The one closest to me ripped the dress from my hand and I was forced to cover my breasts with my hands.  I was afraid, probably more than I had ever been in my life.  Yet, somehow, I didn’t scream.  Maybe I was afraid they would kill them all if I did…I really don’t know.

They were jabbering around me in some language I didn’t begin to understand and the one with my dress was close enough to touch me.  His hands cupped around my breast, slapping my hands away when I tried to stop him.  The mounted one said something and he stopped, but I had the feeling this was only the beginning.

I was grabbed by the one near me and lifted up on the horse in front of the other.  At that moment, as the others mounted their own horses and we set off away from the house, I screamed.  I cried out for my father or George or anybody.  The Indian who held me slapped my face, and we were off.  I clung to his strong chest, praying I wasn’t going to die.

We ran all evening, and well after the sun had gone we reached a circle of tents on the prairie.  I was handed to one of the others and dragged into the center of this little village.  It was small, and I saw only men about.  I was taken in front of an old man who looked me over and smiled.  The one from the black horse came to stand beside me.  Behind us there was a lot of arguing going on.  The old man shook his head and gestured for me to be brought to him.   I was sat on the ground in front of him and a group of others formed up a circle.  The group that had brought me were all yelling at each other and at the old man.  They kept pointing toward me.  Slowly it dawned on me that they were fighting for possession. I squirmed and looked around me for hope for escape.  There was none.

The fight commenced when a scrawny little one threw the first punch.  The one with two eagle feathers in his hair lunged at him and knocked him down.  The big one, the one whose arms I had ridden here in, stepped into the middle and punched both.  Then the mayhem hit.  It was hard to really make out anything but the myriad flying arms and legs, the grunts of the fighters, the smell of sweat and dust. I found that I had forgotten my nakedness and was straining to see into the dusty arena.  My breasts were tender and the nipples stood out as if I were back in the cold water.

Two fighters remained, the big one and a man with ugly scars across his face.  They paired off.  I leaned forward, nearly breathless.  I had no thought in my head as to what would happen next.  I imagine somewhere in my head I knew…but I wasn’t thinking about it.  The big man’s body was covered in sweat and the loin cloth he had worn earlier was gone in the battle.  His manhood hung for the world to see.  My eyes caught on it.  I had never seen such a thing, except for maybe my brother’s when he was young.  I found my hand slipping between my legs to touch myself.  I pulled it away.

The two barbarians faced each other and Scar pulled a knife.  Big Guy circled, then dove in.  I lost them in a cloud of dust, but when it cleared, Scar was dead.  Big Guy came toward me and looked to the old man.  I did too.  He nodded and Big Guy grabbed my arm and pulled my away from the group, toward a tent like thing.  He shoved me inside and pulled the flap shut.  He spoke to me, but I couldn’t understand a word.  Then his hands touched me.  They were rough, like my father’s.  He rubbed my arms and my naked breasts, then pulled at my knickers.  I pulled away and shook my head no.

He came at me then, picking me up and laying me on a pile of furs.  He ripped the cloth off of me and left me laying there naked.  I felt my stomach quiver with fear or excitement.  As he came to me, I could see his cock was no longer hanging, but standing up and hard.  It was absolutely huge.  I found my hand once again at my pussy.  I was surprised when it came away wet.  I knew nothing about such things.  He smiled and put his hand there as well.  I tried to pull away, but he was insistent, his fingers plunging into my virgin cunt, his rough thumb finding my clit.  I had no idea as the orgasm came, except that I wanted to feel that again.

I was scarcely aware as he knelt beside me, that huge cock in his hands.  He spread my legs wide to either side and started to enter me.  I cried, I screamed, I pulled away.  Still, he was bigger, stronger, and already had the head of that monster inside my tight vaginal opening.  He grabbed my hips and pulled me onto him, impaling me and filling my screaming pussy with him.

I could not believe the pain as he began to pump his dick in and out of me…then slowly I was aware of something else…a building pleasure.  I was approaching a second orgasm when I felt his…His body clenched tightly and his thrusting was violent as his cream pumped into me.  He smiled at me as he pulled out.  His cock was still hard and all shiny now from the juices.  He pulled me to my feet and dragged me to the door.  He opened it and shoved me through it.  I stood there naked before them, his cum dripping from my pussy.

A cheer went up and the crowd dispersed.  He pulled me back inside and forced me to kneel before him.  In a series of gestures I came to understand what he wanted.  I was to put my mouth on his dick.  I shook my head and pulled away, but his large hands closed around my head and pulled me forward.  I hesitantly opened my mouth and he thrust himself inside, nearly choking me.  It tasted salty and slick , but I wasn’t given time to think about the taste.  He used his hands to pull my face up and down off his cock while his hips thrust up to meet me.  After several long minutes of that, he threw me to the ground, lifting my ass in the air.  He penetrated my pussy again, thumping hard and slow for what seemed forever.  Then the pace quickened and he grunted as his thrusting became rapid and hard.  I was breathing hard as I came, then he followed, filling my pussy once more.

The rest of the night was like that…a quick one, followed by something a little longer, then some sleep.  I dozed fitfully, torn between dreams of escape and dreams of this huge man fucking me.  There’s more in the days and weeks that follow…but I’ll save that for another time…