0 comments/ 124294 views/ 14 favorites Indian Captive By: MANORLORD28 The Indian squaw brought the young white female captive to the brave where he sat in his lodge. He was only dressed in his breech clothe as the fire in the fire pit easily kept the room warm. “Is she was married?” he asked the squaw in his own dialect. The older woman would be his interpreter. The squaw posed the question to the young girl in English, “Are you married?” “Not anymore,” she replied. “My husband died during the winter from a fever and I was returning home.” The squaw replied back to the brave, “She is a widow.” “Ask her if she is worth keeping or should I kill her now?” replied the brave. “Does she wish to be my personal slave or should I give her to the men and women of the tribe?” The squaw smiled as she turned to the girl. “You are very lucky,” she translated. “You are to be allowed to determine your own fate. You may become this brave’s personal slave, a slave of the entire camp, or you may choose death. What do you choose?” “I want to live,” stammered the girl. “I wish to be his slave.” “Absolute obedience will be expected from you at all times or you will be beaten,” replied the squaw. “Any hesitation on your part will be considered a crime, and you will be punished.” “I understand,” she replied. “She wishes to be your slave,” the squaw told the brave. “I will allow her the opportunity to be pleasing to me,” he answered. “However, if she fails to please me, she will be beaten and given to the camp.” “You must please him completely, or you will be beaten and made a camp slave,” the squaw translated back to the girl. “Please, I will please him any way he desires,” the captive replied. “Strip.” The captive looked at the brave in surprise. “You just spoke in English,” she exclaimed! “It would not be in your best interest if I have to repeat my command,” he replied. The girl hurried to remove her clothing until she was standing naked in front of him. She turned a bright shade of red as watched him survey her large breasts and rounded hips. Even her late husband had never seen her naked like this. “Kneel with your legs spread and your hands on your knees,” he then commanded her. “You will always assume this position when I enter the lodge. You will, also, always be naked when you are in the lodge unless I tell you to dress.” “I will take this woman as my slave,” he told the squaw. “Then you must claim her as is required,” she replied. The brave stood and removed his clothing, revealing a long yet flaccid member. Walking to the captive, he wound his fingers through her hair for a good hold as he brought her face to his member. “You will pleasure me with your mouth first,” he informed her. She had never had a man’s member in her mouth before, and wasn’t sure what to do. She glanced pleadingly at the squaw for help as she was unable to speak. “Suck on it,” the squaw suggested to her. “Lick it with your tongue.” As his member hardened to its full length, she struggled to accommodate him as he expanded down her throat. Desperately, she tried not to gag. He looked down at his hard member buried in her mouth and like what he saw. Her sandy blonde hair and white skin contrasted nicely with his tanned body and dark hair. His need was upon him strongly, so he began to stroke in and out of her mouth with full-length strokes. She felt his hands tighten in her hair as he began to use her mouth forcefully. She forgot all about the other woman as she concentrated on trying to breathe. Strangely, she began to have sensations in her own body she had never had before as he used her mouth for his pleasure. It was as if he was some how transmitting some his pleasure to her. He could hear her moaning, and he knew it was not a sound of pain. She was excited by him using her mouth for his pleasure. He knew it would not be long as he gave himself over completely to the pleasure of her mouth. She was startled back to reality as he spoke to her. “You will swallow every drop,” he commanded as he began to flood her mouth with his seed. She had to swallow fast and furiously to keep up with him, but she managed to do it. As he was pulling his still rock hard member from her mouth, she noticed a new drop on the end of his member. She quickly and eagerly leaned forward to lick it off with her tongue. “The ritual is still not complete,” the squaw informed the brave. “She must know her place completely.” “You are right,” he answered. “Get on all fours facing away from me,” he commanded his captive. “Yes, my master,” she replied as she complied with his wishes. Grabbing some grease for lubrication, he coated him member before putting some on her asshole. “Please do not do this to me,” she cried out to him. She could feel the end of his member pushing up against her tight bottom opening. “Silence,” was how he answered her plea. Grasping her hips, He began to force his member into her tight ass with no regard for the captive's comfort. “Be thankful I was kind enough to use the grease.” She felt as if she was being split in two. This was even worse than her wedding night when she lost her virginity. Once he had it in all the way, he took pity on her and allowed her body to stretch before he pulled out to thrust back in again. Not only was her ass tighter feeling than any other one he had ever had, she was so hot. The pain began to subside as her body stretched to accommodate him. She could feel his heartbeat as his member throbbed inside of her. All feelings of discomfort soon disappeared as he began to slowly stroke in and out of her. After several dozen strokes, he was stroking in and out with ease and the she was moaning in pleasure. Her moans of pleasure told him she was ready so he pulled out to flip her over on her back. Holding her legs with one hand, he easily reinserted himself back into her ass. As he stroked in and out of her, he used his other hand to roughly caress her full breasts. She was caught by complete surprise as the treatment of her body by the brave forced her into her first orgasm. She tried to scream out her pleasure, but all she managed to do was squeal. The brave began to feel his groin muscle tightening and knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Thrusting deep, he filled her with his seed. “The ritual has been completed,” the squaw said as she watched him pull his still dripping member from his new slave’s ass. “I will tell everyone she is your slave and you are strong enough to use her as the animal she will be.” Throwing his new slave over his shoulder, he carried her naked down to the small river at the edge of the camp and threw her into the shallows to wash. “Wash well,” he told her. “I will not tolerate a dirty woman.” The cold water helped to bring her back to the present, and she quickly applied herself to the task of washing. She did not hesitate to wash his body when she was done with hers. In deed, she enjoyed the opportunity to run her hands all over the body which had so easily mastered her. Leaving the water, he lay down on the grassy bank facing her. “Come and pleasure me,” he commanded. She wiped the excess water from her body with her hands. She watched his member grow to its full length as he watched her. As she sucked on him, she took in the entire length on each stroke as her head bobbed up and down. Looking at him for approval, she licked up and down his shaft and sucked gently on his balls when not sucking him deep into her throat. “I am very pleased with your progress,” he praised her. He could see her juices running down the inside of her thighs and knew she was extremely aroused. She could not believe how excited she was. She could feel her own juices running down her thighs. To make it even worse, she could smell her own excite and knew he could smell it too. “Mount me,” he told her as he pulled her forward by her hair. She easily slid onto him in one stroke. She was even hotter between her legs than her mouth or ass had been. “You feel like liquid fire.” “Oh,” she moaned over and over again as she slid up and down his member. The feelings were so intense she thought she would pass out. Her swaying breasts and large nipples were made to be caressed, so he caressed and pinched them. It put her over the edge and her body began to spasm as her woman’s pleasure engulfed her. She lost all contact with her surroundings as her world became a rainbow of colors. The feelings of pleasure were so intense; she would have fallen off of him if he hadn’t held her up. It took her several minutes to become aware that she had stopped moving. He could see the panic in her eyes as she became aware of her surroundings again. “You may use your mouth to finish me,” he told her. Looking at him, she began to lick her juices from his member with long strokes of her tongue. When his cock was clean, she went to work cleaning his balls next. Sucking him deep, she licked his balls on each stroke. Coming back up, she worked on the sensitive head of his member by licking and sucking on it only. She could tell he was getting close to spilling his seed again as she could taste it on his tip as she sucked and licked it. He let out his own moan of pleasure as he erupted into her mouth. She even opened her mouth so that he could see his seed in her mouth before she swallowed the last mouthful. When she had finished swallowing every drop, she licked and sucked him until he went soft in her mouth. Indian Captive: The Quirt Indian Captive – The Quirt She knew she shouldn’t be so happy in her present situation, but she was. She was at the complete mercy of a savage and loving every minute. The work was hard, but she had been doing her share every day. The squaw who had been with her on the first day was now her teacher. Her name she had learned was Grey Dove and the her warrior’s name was Black Wolf. “It is time to gather wood for the evening fire,” commanded the squaw in the late afternoon. “I am too tired,” she told her. “It would not be wise to anger Black Wolf,” the squaw replied. “I’m not afraid,” she replied. “He cares for me.” “Do not confuse his caring with the way a warrior will care for any of his prize possessions,” the squaw countered. “I am going to gather wood as you should be doing.” Several hours later the warrior returned from the hunt with several of his fellow warriors. They had been successful and carried four deer for the camp. He immediately noticed the lack of smoke coming from his lodge and sought out Grey Dove. “Why is there no fire in my lodge?” he asked. “Your slave refused to gather wood with the other woman today,” she replied. “She claimed she was too tired, and you cared too much for her to over burden herself with to many chores.” “I see,” he replied. “Has she learned how to braid yet?” “No, I have been trying to teach her the simpler skills she will need to know.” “Teach her to braid tomorrow,” he replied. “I will give her the quills to use to make the handle stiff. She should learn how to work with five pieces of leather as is customary. Keep the unbraided part at least four of her hands long.” “I will gladly show her how to do it,” she said with a smile. “Should I tell her what it is for, if she asks?” “No. I will show her when I return tomorrow afternoon,” he answered with his own smile. “She will learn I do care enough to ensure she does not forget her place.” “Are you hungry?” she asked. “I will cook meat for you now if you wish.” “No. I ate with the other warriors when the kill was fresh to show my respect to the deer.” “That is good, and how it should be,” Grey Dove replied. “But, the meat still needs to be taken care of so it will not go to waste.” “You will see to it?” he asked. “It will be taken care of,” she answered. The warrior pushed open the doorway flap to his lodge and allowed his eyes to adjust to the darkness of its interior. There should have been a fire lighting the interior and warming it for his arrival. Instead, he found his new slave sleeping in his bed of furs. He sat down next to her and began to stroke the smooth white skin of her arm. “You are back,” she said with a start. “Yes, I have returned from the deer hunt,” he replied. “Now it is time for me to hunt you.” “I like to be hunted by you,” she answered with a blush she hoped he couldn’t see. “That is how it should be between a warrior and his woman,” as he pulled the furs from her. She was naked under the furs and arched her full breasts upwards towards him. Her pale form contrasted with the darkness of the furs. Grasping a breast in each hand, he rolled her nipples between his fingers until they became hard. He could tell she was becoming aroused from her small moans of pleasure and the smell of her arousal. As his one hand drifted downward over her belly, she eagerly spread her legs to accommodate his hand. Already, she was ready for him. He lowered his mouth to the nipple he had let go of and drew it into his mouth as he suckled on it. Her breathing began to quicken as his fingers found the small nub nestled between wet lips. He alternated between her breasts as he stroked her with his fingers. Moving from her side, he positioned himself between her split thighs. Grasping her thighs with his strong hands, he pulled her upward until he could reach her with his tongue. She gasped with pleasure as he ran his tongue up and down her wet opening. Her legs instinctively came to rest on his shoulders as she arched her back to find his tongue. Placing one hand under her bottom to steady her, he used his other hand to stroke in and out of her while he pleasured her with his tongue. Every time he stroked her nub with his tongue, she would let a small cry of pleasure. Her juices were flowing freely, and he easily slipped a finger into her other opening as he stroked her with his fingers. It was too much for her. She lost control. Lowering her spasming body to the ground, he swiftly entered her in one stroke. Still engulfed in her pleasure, he worked to drive her to even higher levels of pleasure. She didn’t stand a chance as the second and even stronger waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Feeling his own body responding to her responsiveness, he pulled out just in time to spray her abdomen with his seed. “I didn’t know it could be so strong,” she told him when she finally caught her breathe. “That was the most wonderful feeling I have ever felt.” “I am pleased you enjoyed it,” he replied. “Now you will attend to me.” She grabbed a piece of clothe to wipe off her belly so that she would not soil the furs before she positioned herself between his thighs. Lowering her head, she began to lick him clean as he had taught her to do on the very first day. Her tongue stroked up and down his hard shaft as she sought every drop of her own juices along with his. When he was thoroughly cleaned, she took him into her mouth. Her head began to bob up and down as she applied herself to his pleasure. Each time she worked to take more and more of him into her mouth. She did not have to struggle with his length for very long as he quickly took control. Grasping her head firmly in hands, he forced his member deep into her throat. She would have gagged, but she was given no opportunity to. His powerful thrusts brought her nose into his groin on every thrust and she struggled to breathe as he pulled back out. His virility saved her as he was soon ready again. His seed flooded her mouth as she worked to swallow it all. She suckled all of the remaining seed from him and licked his member clean again before moving up to lie next to him. He allowed her to snuggle next to him as he pulled the furs and blankets up over both of them. He smiled a grim smile as he considered what tomorrow held in store for her. He awoke with the rising of the sun, feeling well rested from his sleep. Today would be a very important day for both him and his slave. He nudged her to wake up. He would give her the instructions for what he wanted her to do during the day. “Is it morning all ready?” she asked. “Yes, it is,” he answered. “I have a very important chore for you to do today. You will seek out Gray Dove and ask her to show you how to braid. You will take ten of the quills from the quiver in the corner to use in your braiding.” “Am I going to braid anything important?” she asked. “Yes. It will aid me in the keeping of one of my animals,” he replied. “I expect you to listen to Gray Dove very closely, or I will be very displeased with you.” “I will not disappoint you,” she replied. He left to get some of the meat Grey Dove had cooked the night before, before he joined with the other hunters. “She knows she is to braid something for me to use with one of my animals,” he told her. “She has been warned I will not accept anything but excellent work.” “I will do my best to teach her for you,” she answered laughingly. Later in the morning, the captive finally showed up for her braiding lesson. She had went back to sleep after Black Wolf left. She had slept for almost two more hours. She was not concerned about him punishing her for sleeping late. After all, he had not been concerned about the lack of a fire last night as Grey Dove had said he would be. “Grey Dove,” she called out to the squaw. “I am here for my braiding lessons. I have brought the quills to use.” “You are late,” Grey Dove replied. “I was so tired from last night and working so hard yesterday, I fell back asleep,” she answered. “Besides, I have been braiding things since I was a little girl and I should be able to learn how to do this very quickly.” “Good,” said Grey Dove. “Here are the five pieces of leather you are to use with the quills. I will start the bottom and you can hopefully finish it by yourself.” Grey Dove knotted the leather strips together and showed her how to weave the strips around the ten quills she had brought with her. The weave was very simple to look at, but proved to be difficult to actually do. However, she did not give up and by noon had managed to weave the quills and leather together correctly. “What about the rest of the leather strips?” she asked Grey Dove. “Black Wolf said to leave four of your hand lengths,” Grey Dove replied. “The rest we will save for use in the future. Now, I am going to gather wood. Do you wish to come with me? “No, not today, I am going to go rest and wait for Gray Wolf to return,” she replied. “I will take some of the cooked meat, though, so there will be something for him to eat if he is hungry when he returns.” Grey Dove watched her walk away with the meat in one hand and her braiding in the other. She knew the girl would eat most of the meat herself, and did not pity her for what was going to happen to her when Black Wolf returned. How quickly she had forgotten what her place was, just because Black Wolf didn’t believe in treating his animals with cruelty. Black Wolf immediately sought out Grey Dove when he returned from the hunt. For the second day in a row, the hunters had been very successful and had also caught a trapper trespassing upon their lands. There would be plenty of meat for all. The camp would feast well tonight and for several more days to come. “Did she do well,” he asked. “She was able to learn the braid,” she replied. “Where is she now?” “She is resting, while she waits for your return.” “Gather the camp for me,” he commanded. “It is time for her to be reminded of her place among us. The trapper will be useful in her training.” He found her dozing in his lodge as Grey Dove had said he would. She was fully clothed as she should not have been in the lodge. The quirt she had braided for him had fallen from her hand as she slept. It lay on the ground next to her. It was good work and he was glad she had done a good job on it. He would not have to punish her for bad braiding at least. “Wake up little one,” he said to her while nudging her sleeping form with his foot. “You have returned all ready. Is it night fall?” “No, it is only early evening. You need to hurry up. There is a big event planned for this evening in the center of the camp. Everyone is already gathering. We don’t want to be late.” She hurried to straighten her clothing, but asked to attend to some basic needs as soon as they were outside of his lodge. “That would be a good idea,” he answered. “The event may last well into the evening and once you are there, you will find it hard to leave.” As they walked to the meeting area, she noticed he had found her braid work. He was swinging it back and forth in his hand as they walked. The loose leather pieces made a swishing sound as they moved. “Do you like my braid work?” she asked. “Yes. You did a fine job on it. I am sure the people at the gathering will appreciate the effort you put into, also.” She noticed that the meeting area was filled with the entire camp by the time they got there. There must have been at least a hundred people there. Even the old men and women had come for whatever the special event was to be. “It appears we are the last to arrive,” he told her as he guided her to an empty skin stretcher frame. Quickly, and much to her surprise, he bound her wrists to the overhead bar using the lengths of cord already attached to the bar. “What are you doing?” she almost yelled at him. “Why are you tying me up like this?” She would have said more, but the look on his face brought her to immediate silence. The eyes which were laughing earlier were no longer laughing. His face had turned into a stone mask of coldness. “What are you?” he asked. “I am your woman,” she answered. “Wrong.” “I am your captive?” “Wrong.” “I am your slave,” she answered in a voice barely above a whisper. “Correct. What is your name?’ “Mary.” “Wrong. You have no name.” “I am nameless.” “Correct. What is your responsibility?” “I am to be pleasing to you at all times.” “Have you been pleasing to me at all times?” The entire camp had been silent throughout their whole conversation up to this point. Now it sounded as if the wind itself was being quiet as everyone waited to here how she would answer. “No.” Everyone seemed to let out a collective sigh as she answered the question honestly. It would not have been in her best interest to have lied to him in front of the whole camp. “When you gave up your status as a captive and I agreed to accept you as my slave, what did I tell you would happen if you were not pleasing?” “I would be punished.” “The time of your punishment is at hand. That is why I had you braid this quirt for me. You will be punished by the very whip you have created. It is a fitting punishment as you have brought this punishment upon yourself by being lazy and arrogant.” He removed his hunting knife from its holder and moved towards her. She pulled back in the restraints as far as she could as she begged him not to hurt her. She almost fainted with relief as he only cut her dress from her. Her feelings of relief from not being cut were so great; she forgot all about being naked in front of the entire camp. “You will not be permitted any clothes until I allow them again.” “Yes, my master.” “Now we will begin your whipping. How many times do you think you should be whipped?” “I do not know, my master. I did not mean to displease you. It was an accident. You were so kind to me; I forgot what I was.” “You will receive ten blows for each day you failed to help gather wood with the other women. Then you will receive ten blows for failing to show proper respect to Grey Dove. I will tell you the rest of your punishment when this part is completed. How many blows are you to receive?” “Thirty. Please be kind master.” “You will count them as you receive them. If you lose count, I will start over.” The first blow was delivered to the small of her back and brought a loud gasp of pain from her, but she remembered to count. He had given her the blow which he thought would be the most painful first to help her better cope with the pain to come. He was not interested in hurting his slave, just in reminding her of her proper place. After all, what good was a slave who was injured and couldn’t work? “Thirty,” she gasped as the last blow fell upon her striped back. She had long since given up on trying to stand and was just hanging in the frame. Her whole back and upper thighs were covered with red streaks. However, the whip had not broken the skin anywhere and there was no bleeding to be found. He cut her down and watched as she collapsed to the ground. She had fainted shortly after she called out her last number. A bucket of water was handed to him. He dumped the icy water on her back to revive her. It worked very well. “Bring the trespasser forward,” he called out. The trapper was brought forward and thrust to his knees in front of Black Wolf. “You were caught trapping upon our lands with out our permission.” “I did not realize I had wandered into your lands. I am new to the area and would have asked permission if I had known these lands were claimed.” “Even so, we can not allow such a thing to go unpunished. If I did, others would come and take form us.” “While I would ask for you to pardon my crime this time, I respect your reasoning. I only ask that the punishment fit the actual severity of the crime.” “Your punishment will be two fold. First, you will receive one blow with the whip for trapping without permission. The second part will be to help around the camp for one week. This time will repay the camp for the furs you have taken on our lands.” Black Wolf then lightly struck the trapper across the back with whip he had just finished beating his slave with. The blow was purely symbolic and the camp elders nodded their approval. He had upheld the laws of the camp while maintaining the dignity of the people for a crime committed in error. “There is one privilege which will be yours for tonight. I have a slave who is being punished for failing to act as a proper slave; her use will be yours for the night. You may use her as you like as long as you do not take her in a manner which might cause her to become with child.” “She is to be used as the lowest of slaves?” asked the trapper. “Yes, her comfort is not your concern. However, she is not to be disfigured or injured so that she can not perform her normal duties.” “I thank you and your people for this gift, and their fairness in dealing with my mistake.” Black Wolf walked over to where the slave lay sobbing in the dirt. He pulled her head up by her hair and looked deeply into her eyes. “You will go with this man. You will please him with every ounce of skill you possess. If he is not satisfied with you in the morning, you will be severely beaten. Do not disappoint me again.” “Yes, my master.” The trapper grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. He was not gentle in his handling of her. Once she was standing, he kept her bent over at the waist as he walked to the lodge indicated for his use. He could see the welts on her back and knew they must be painful, but her comfort was not to be his concern. “Remove my pants, bitch,” he said to her as soon as they were in the lodge and he had let go of her hair. “Yes, sir,” she replied as she applied herself to the task. His member was already hard since he had not had a woman in several months. The thought of having a woman as his slave for an entire night was causing drops of his seed to leak from him already. “Lick the seed from the end of my member.” Dutifully, she lapped the leaking seed from him. It had a strong bitter taste to it. She much preferred the taste of her warrior’s seed to the trapper’s. Over come with his desire to find his release, he grabbed her by the head and rammed his member deep into her mouth. He was long enough to cause her to gag, but he didn’t care at this point. He was only concerned with his own need at this point. While not prepared for the sudden thrust into her mouth, she quickly adjusted to his frantic thrusting. Luckily, he was not as long as her warrior. She was able to breathe once he found a rhythm of sorts. She even attempted to use her tongue on him to help him spill his seed sooner. “Damn, your mouth feels good,” groaned the trapper. “There’s no doubt you were born to suck a man’s member.” The sound of his own voice, voicing out loud the pleasure he was receiving, put him over the edge. Jet after jet of hot, thick, bitter seed coated the inside of her mouth. It was a struggle for her to swallow it all as he shot it into her mouth. Prevail she did though, not wishing to risk not pleasing him in any way. The trapper had never had a woman like this before who was so dedicated to giving him pleasure. He wondered if all of the Indian women treated their warriors this well, or if this particular slave was an exception. Either way, he intended to use this one as much as possible while she was his to use. ”Get on your back next to the fire,” he commanded her. “I want to get a good look at the goods you have to offer.” Kneeling next to her, he grabbed her closest breast to feel the weight of it in his hand. Her breast had a nice heavy feel to it and easily filled his hand. Her nipple was erect enough for him to grab it between his finger and thumb, so he did. Twisting and pulling on it, he brought it to a hard nub between his fingers. Indian Captive: The Quirt “You like that don’t you? How about if I do both of them at the same time, I bet you would like that even more?” By twisting and pulling on both of her nipples at the same time, he had her gasping and moaning from either pain or pleasure. He wasn’t really sure if she was arching her back upwards to relieve the tension on her nipples or to keep them in his hands. He knew there was one easy way to find out though. Letting go of her right nipple, he reached down to her crotch to see if she was wet down there. She was soaking. “What a slut you are. Your juices are just running out of your pretty little body. Here, lick my fingers clean now that you have gotten them all wet.” With great diligence, she cleaned her juices off of his fingers with her tongue. As soon as she was finished, he moved so he was kneeling between her now widely spread legs. Grasping a leg in each hand, he pushed her forward to expose her bottom to his view. Leering at her, “Your warrior only gave me two options with you, so hold your legs open for me while I work my member into your bottom,” he told her. Using her juices as his only form of lubricant, he lined up his member with her small bottom hole and started pushing. It was a tight fit and he didn’t try to loosen her up at all. He just started pushing and kept on pushing until he was completely inside of her. Tears were flowing down her cheeks from the discomfort of his brutal assault. Lying on her freshly whipped back with his extra weight on her just made the pain even worse for her. “If I had known a woman’s rear could feel this great, I would have used one long before this,” he commented to her. “The tightness is like nothing I have ever felt before. Your warrior is one lucky fellow to have a woman like you at his beck and call, but at least for now I can enjoy you.” With a thigh grasped in each hand, he pulled out so he could quickly thrust back in. He was not concerned about her as he rapidly thrust in and out of her body. However, the new sensation was more than he could handle, and he soon filled her with his seed. By the time she was just beginning to feel something other than pain, he was already done. “Find something to clean me up with,” he told her. She moved quickly to find a piece of cloth and some water before he decided she should use her mouth. The water was warm from sitting next to the fire, and he was content to have her bathe him with the wet cloth. Finished with him, she quickly cleaned herself while she could. However, she need not have worried as he soon fell asleep. Twice more during the night he made use of her bottom. Both times he used her on all fours while grasping her long hair firmly in his hands. He used her hair to pull her back on to him as he grunted and groaned throughout his pleasure. At least these times did not hurt as much as she was already stretched out from the first using. Unfortunately, he never lasted long enough to give her any pleasure from his usages. Shortly after dawn he led her from the lodge back to the center of the camp. Black Wolf was waiting for them there along with Grey Dove. “Did she please you?” Black Wolf asked. “Yes. I have no complaints. She is the best woman I have ever had.” “That is good. Grey Dove will now take you to get some food and explain your chores for the day. You may leave now.” “Thank you again for your generosity. I will work hard to pay my debt to the camp.” “Follow me,” commanded Black Wolf to his slave as he turned and started walking towards the river. He stopped at the river bank. “Bathe.” She waded out into the chilly water and washed as he watched her from the bank. When she was done, she looked at him for approval to leave the water. He nodded his approval. Shivering, she made her way back to him. He handed her the blanket he was wearing over his shoulder to dry off with after he had looked at her back. He even wrapped it around her to keep her warm as he headed back to his lodge. Only he could give her permission to wear any type of clothing. She followed meekly behind him until they came to his lodge. Here, he held the door open for her to enter first. Looking calmly at her, “What are you?” he asked. “I am your slave.” “What is a slave’s responsibility?” “To be pleasing at all times.” “Will I ever need to whip you again for failing to be pleasing?” “No. I will do all within my ability to never fail you again.” “Good. You may start showing me how much you wish to be pleasing, now.”