Captive

Falling Water paused with his hatchet upheld. He looked around the wagon train at the dead and dying. He saw the sides of a wagon move and realized there was somebody inside. He ran to the wagon and threw open the back. Two women, one young and one older, sat hugging each other in fear. Their horrified eyes went to his bloody hatchet. He dropped the hatchet on the ground and grabbed the older woman. She was about 38 summers old, but not altogether unattractive. He jerked her out of the wagon, leaned her over the tailgate of the wagon, pawed at her dress until the mound of cloth rested on her back. He gaped at the cloth-covered ass and licked his lips. Her legs tried to kick him. He stepped between them and ripped her pantaloons apart with his hands. Her ripe, ample ass cheeks and fragrant pussy were laid bare. He took his cock into his hand, positioned it against her pussy and pushed. She screamed as he forced his way inside. It took several minutes before she began to juice up and stop struggling. All this time he watched the younger girl, just sitting there in stunned awe. Her eyes were on his pistoning cock, and her mother's gently rounded ass cheeks. He was pushing the ass cheeks out of shape, each time he thrust his manhood into her vagina. He could tell that she was beginning to enjoy it. Her screams had been replaced by moans.
Falling Water pumped vigorously, not remembering a more wonderful fuck. The white women were very soft and pliable. They felt good against a man's hard pelvis. He ran his hands over her firm ass, as he pumped away in her cunt. The slick sound of his cock sliding in and out was loud, even over the sounds of battle.
He felt his passion rising. Several warriors paused to watch. Fascinated by the naked flesh of the white woman. He grunted as he intensified his attack. Suddenly he came, filling the captive woman with his hot, sticky cum. She moaned in appreciation, even though she had not had her own orgasm. There was time, many warriors were standing by for their turn. There was more than enough for everyone.
Falling Water began to pull out, just as Red Bull rode by on his white war horse and shot an arrow into the white woman's prone back. Falling Water screamed angrily and fell to grab his hatchet. He tossed it just as Red Bull spun and rode away. It whistled harmlessly over his retreating back. With moans of disappointment, the other warriors turned and left. They didn't know about the second woman inside the wagon and he no longer cared to tell them. Let them find their own women.
"What a terrible waste of a good woman," Falling Water mumbled.
"You, out!" he commanded. When the white girl moved too slowly he yanked her out of the wagon and dragged her to his horse. They rode off, leaving the other warriors to search for their own loot.

Runs Like A Deer heard the commotion at the edge of the village, which could only be the warriors returning in triumph. Her brother was one of them, it was his first raid. He was a strong, virile warrior with his sights set on the Chief's daughter, Lapping Doe. Runs Like A Deer liked her brother. Falling Water was a man in every way possible. Lapping Doe could do worse.
Runs Like A Deer wanted to meet the warriors, and especially her brother, upon their return. But she was not properly dressed. She had been working skins all morning and she was covered with foul smelling rancid fat. Her bath went quickly, she bathed with a wooden bowl filled with flower-scented water, and a soft piece of deer hide. She was just pulling her white deer hide dress over her head when the tent flap opened and something was thrown inside. She pulled the dress on with a gasp and looked around. She found a white woman, not much older than a girl, laying on the furs at the far side of the tepee, cowering in fear.
"What is this?" Runs Like A Deer asked.
"A captive, your slave," Falling Water said in disdain. "Work her until she dies, for all I care. She is yours."
Runs Like A Deer knew what a great present her brother had given her, captives were worth a lot in prestige and power.
"Brother, I can't..."
"No more will be said," he slapped his chest and turned, spinning out of sight. Both Runs Like A Deer and Falling Water had learned to speak the white man's language through a captive missionary their father had kept as a slave, until he learned enough to begin preaching, and the tribe put him to death. Runs Like A Deer tried to remember what she had learned, it had been a long time.
"Are you hungry?" Runs Like A Deer said, or hoped she had said. The girl looked at her in surprise. She slid closer with a look of hope.
"Please, can you help me escape?" the girl said hopefully. Runs Like A Deer had trouble understanding some of the words, but the attitude was clear.
"You are a slave, you will stay here until you die," Runs Like A Deer said, not wishing to give the girl false hope. The girl's eyes clouded over. Her thoughts turned inward, as if she were not even there.
"Do you wish to eat?" Runs Like A Deer asked again.
"No," the girl spat. This angered Runs Like A Deer, who had simply been trying to help.
"Fine, if you want to be treated like a slave, then work like one. She tossed the skin bucket toward the girl. "Fill that in the river," she growled.
A look of hope came into the girl's eyes.
"If you try to escape, they will track you down and cut your tendons," Runs Like A Deer said. The girl paused, a look of horror crossing her face.
"They wouldn't!"
"They have and they will. It's the favorite way to hobble a slave. After that they can barely walk... forever."
The girl shivered and rubbed her ankles. "I want to go home," she moaned.
"Get the water," Runs Like A Deer said, feeling rather heartless.

It was well past midnight when Runs Like A Deer awoke to the sound of heavy breathing, punctuated by an occasional moan. It was not the sound of lovemaking, those were common in a camp made of skins. This was the sound of a troubled dream. She heard the whimper again and suddenly remembered her captive, the white girl. She reached out in the dark. Her hand came into contact with the girl's face.
"Wha... what?" the girl asked in fear.
"You were dreaming badly, you were having a... nightmare."
"Oh yes," the girl said in the darkness. "Can.. can I sleep with you?"
Runs Like A Deer paused, surprised by the request. She had been living alone since her brother reached the age of puberty and moved into a tepee of his own. Falling Water usually had friends spending the night with him, other boys. Runs Like A Deer did not.
"I... sure," she finally said uncomfortably. If she coddled the prisoner too much she might gain false hopes, but she could not deny the pleading request. She felt the girl groping in the darkness. Suddenly a warm female body slid next to her's. The girl seemed surprised to find Runs Like A Deer naked, but that was the way Runs Like A Deer liked to sleep.
The girl fell asleep immediately and there were no more nightmares.

They picked berries the next day so Runs Like A Deer could make her famous berry cakes. The captive missionary had introduced her to the wonderful creations possible with baking soda. Thanks to Falling Water, she had more than enough baking soda, gained through wagon train raids, to last her a lifetime. She used this wondrous ingredient to create her light, fluffy cakes. With a mixture of corn meal, honey, sweet potato flour, berries, and baking soda, she created cakes she could trade for meats, clothing, and utensils. Life had been hard since a Ute raid killed her parents, but Runs Like A Deer's skill at cooking, combined with her brother's hunting skills, helped to sustain them.
"What will you do with all these?" Niomi pointed at the baskets of berries.
"I will dry them and use them for cooking."
"Can I help?"
"Sure, but first you need to get wood for the oven."
"You have an oven?" Niomi was surprised.
"Yes, outside. It's the huge mud mound you saw behind the tepee."
"Oh," Niomi said. She hurried out. Runs Like A Deer amassed her ingredients and cooking utensils. Most had come from wagon train raids. Some she had made with clay, hardened in the fire. She was lost in thought until she heard a commotion. She ran for the door in time to see Falling Water dragging Niomi behind him.
"She was getting me wood!" Runs Like A Deer shouted, pulling Niomi's arm out of his grasp.
"She was running over the hill just as fast as her legs could carry her," he growled. He pulled his knife and sank behind Niomi. Niomi screamed, begging Runs Like A Deer for help. Undecided, Runs Like A Deer finally stopped his hand, just as he was about to slash the back of her ankles.
"You gave her to me," Runs Like A Deer reminded him gently.
"But she may run again!" he objected.
"If she does, you will catch her. She has nowhere to go," Runs Like A Deer said, pointing at the barren hills around them. Falling Water shoved his knife back into the sheath and stormed off.
"Oh thank you," Niomi said, grabbing Runs Like A Deer's arm.
"You should have cut her," Lame Crow yelled. Her fat belly jiggled as she made a slashing motion.
"Go away you fat old buffalo," Runs Like A Deer said in disdain. Lame Crow seldom said anything worth listening too. She was the troublemaker of the camp. Runs Like A Deer pulled Niomi inside and closed the tent flap.
"You must never do that again," Runs Like A Deer chastised gently. "They would kill you."
"I know," Niomi howled. She lowered her head to Runs Like A Deer's chest and began crying. Runs Like A Deer gently petted her head, while lowering her chin to the top of Niomi's head. Niomi wiped her eyes on the back of her hand and looked up. Runs Like A Deer saw the startled look in her eyes. She looked at Runs Like A Deer's lips, licked her own lips, then moved forward and pressed her lips to Runs Like A Deer's. Runs Like A Deer was shocked into immobility. When she finally realized what was happening, she no longer wanted to pull away. Niomi's lips felt good on her own. Indians never kissed, but Runs Like A Deer decided that she liked it.
In moments they were withering passionately in each other's arms. Niomi lowered Runs Like A Deer to the furs and kissed her urgently, while her hand slid inside Runs Like A Deer's leather shirt. Runs Like A Deer stiffened in surprise. She was a virgin and would be until she married. She had heard of women making love, but had never experienced it. The thought had never occurred to her before now. Girl play was accepted in her society. So why not, she decided, grabbing Niomi by the shoulders and pulling her tightly against her chest. The searching hand on Niomi was touching her sensitive breast. Her chest was on fire in just a few short minutes. She helped Niomi open the shirt so she would have free access to both breasts.
She withered beneath Niomi's touch, burned beneath her urgent kisses. Niomi's body felt hot against her own. The skin was so soft, so alive.
She suddenly gasped at the loss of Niomi's kiss. She opened her eyes in time to see Niomi bending over her right breast. Her lips parted and captured Runs Like A Deer's hot, stiff nipple. She sighed gently at first contact. She squeezed her legs tightly together as the fire started down below. She could feel the juices beginning to flow. Her pussy was hot, very responsive.
Runs Like A Deer looked at the plain face, framed by light-brown hair and suddenly decided she wanted more. She wanted to completely share herself with the white girl. She wanted to merge with her and become one, if only for a short moment.
Runs Like A Deer fumbled at the unfamiliar buttons on the woman's blouse. She finally growled in frustration. Niomi released her breast and showed her how to undo the buttons. Even then it was Niomi who had to finish. She pulled off her blouse and undid the button on her skirt. Runs Like A Deer hastily slid the skirt down. She looked at the strange pantaloons. She slid them down easily. Niomi was now naked. Runs Like A Deer's eager hands roamed over Niomi's body, while Niomi recaptured her stiff nipple.
Runs Like A Deer slid a hand over Niomi's ample ass cheek. It was firm and hot in her hands. Next she forced her hand under Niomi and twisted a nipple. Niomi twisted and moaned. She rose up to offer her breasts readily to Runs Like A Deer's hand.
"So beautiful," Runs Like A Deer moaned.
Niomi glanced at her from the corner of her eye. She suddenly rose up and captured the second nipple. Runs Like A Deer arched her back and groped for Niomi's breasts. She badly wanted to taste one, but she loved the feeling of Niomi's lips on her own breast. Suddenly she found a solution.
"Up here," she motioned for Niomi to lean over her head. "I want to suck you too," she sighed. Niomi hurried to comply. Runs Like A Deer leaned up and captured a hanging breast in her mouth. She sucked eagerly while her tongue strummed the nipple. Niomi adjusted her position until she could easily reach Runs Like A Deer's breast. She cried out as her lips touched the hot, stiffened nipple again. It was heavenly, the feeling of warm flesh, and the pleasure of Runs Like A Deer's warm mouth. There was nothing better.
Niomi's eyes went to the black patch of hair just beyond her head. She reached out and ran her hand through the soft, curly hair. It felt wonderful. She slid her hand a bit farther and felt the heat and moisture of Runs Like A Deer's hot pussy. Runs Like A Deer moaned loudly and arched up off the furs to meet the slender fingers probing her womanhood. She had never felt a touch there before, except for her own. This was so different, so much better.
Before she knew what she was doing, Niomi stretched forward, seeking the womanly mound before her. As she moved forward, Runs Like A Deer was suddenly faced with Niomi's sweet mound. She looked at it curiously. The mound moved from side to side as she watch, dancing enticingly just out of her reach. Runs Like A Deer was almost undecided, to the point of panic, when she suddenly felt a warm pair of lips touching her pussy. Everything changed at that moment. The intense heat and joy from that touch made her heart race, her body burn. Suddenly she no longer feared the mound which was above her face. She anticipated it's arrival. She slid a pile of furs behind her head, momentarily touching the pussy with her lips. She licked her lips tentatively and lifted her hands to pull the pussy down to meet them.
"Oh yes," Niomi gasped around a mouthful of pussy flesh. Runs Like A Deer shot her tongue up inside of Niomi and slid it around a bit. She then began licking, rhythmically like a dog. She licked the large lips of Niomi's pussy and pulled them with her teeth. Niomi cried out and mashed her sex against Runs Like A Deer's mouth. Runs Like A Deer sucked urgently, drawing abundant juices from the girl's cunt. It was sweet and slightly fishy. She loved it.
Niomi desperately licked and sucked Runs Like A Deer's sweet pussy with her own mouth. Like many virgins, Runs Like A Deer was sweet and unsullied. Runs Like A Deer was absolutely delicious. Each woman took on the taste and fragrance of what she ate, to a certain extent, making each woman different, distinctive. Runs Like A Deer was very flavorful.
Runs Like A Deer couldn't believe what she was doing. This was totally foreign to her. The pleasure and fire in her loins was devastating. She forgot who she was and where she was. The only real thing in her world now was the sweet pussy in her lips, and the sweet lips on her pussy.
Lick, lick, lick, the tongue flashed in her pussy relentlessly. Runs Like A Deer was going to cum. But this was much larger than any orgasm she had ever generated in hew own pussy. She wondered briefly if she could withstand such passion, then she didn't care. The hot flesh of the woman above her was so alive, so soft. She ran her hand over Niomi's ass, as her tongue explored the wet pussy. A stream of juices filled her mouth, since she was beneath Niomi. They all drained from her pussy and directly into Runs Like A Deer's open lips. She drank hastily to keep up with their flow.
She suddenly grew aware of the cresting wave of her orgasm. It was about to explode between her legs. She paused in her mouthing and tightened her ass cheeks to stave it off, but it was useless. She arched her back off the furs, feeding her moist pussy to Niomi's eager lips, as her orgasm exploded in her loins. Runs Like A Deer clamped her lips onto Niomi's pussy and gasped into it, as her own pussy spasmed and clenched around Niomi's tongue. The tongue seemed to be everywhere. The hot lips sucked her flesh relentlessly. The tip of her tongue strummed her clit, causing her to scream and buck beneath Niomi.
Runs Like A Deer intensified her attack on Niomi, determined to give her as big an orgasm as she was getting. It took only seconds for Niomi to begin cumming on her face. She mashed her pussy against Runs Like A Deer's beautiful face, crushing the wet pussy flesh into her lips and nose. Runs Like A Deer lapped anxiously, while feeling the mouth still working between her wide open legs. Finally Runs Like A Deer's orgasm stopped. She reached down and pushed Niomi's mouth away. Niomi rested her face against Runs Like A Deer's soft leg, kissing it gently, as her bucking pussy exploded time after time in Runs Like A Deer's mouth.
In moments both girls lay still, happy and exhausted.
"That was heavenly," Niomi moaned, running a warm hand over Runs Like A Deer's body.
"It was," Runs Like A Deer agreed. "I have never felt anything down there but my own hands, and an ear of corn."
"Corn?" Niomi was amazed. "Wouldn't that hurt?"
"Not if you find the right ear," Runs Like A Deer laughed, rolling over on her stomach. Her hand dipped into a basket and pulled out several black ears of dried corn. She handed one to Niomi. Niomi slid it back and forth in her hand. It was both rough, and soft at the same time. She realized it would probably feel absolutely sinful inside her pussy.
"I would like to try this, some time," Niomi said, handing the small ear of corn back to her.
"I sometimes grind them after I have used them," Runs Like A Deer admitted with an impish grin. "Especially if the cakes are to go to people such as Lame Crow," she giggled. They fell together, laughing.

The baking went well, with the two of them doing the work. It wasn't long after they started, when customers began eagerly hanging around outside of the tepee. Runs Like A Deer looked out and clapped her hands. She would be very successful today.
Niomi had begun dressing as Runs Like A Deer did, in one of her short leather skirts and no pantaloons. She offered Runs Like A Deer an unobtrusive look at her pussy many times throughout the day. Their little game helped to pass the time happily. Night fell just as the last of the extra cakes was passed out the door in return for half a deer. The meat had dried on the outside so it would not attract flies. Dashing Rain liked to dry the meat over a fire. The white people called it smoking.
Runs Like A Deer and Niomi sat among all the wealth gained through the day's cooking. They were wealthy.
"When my brother returns, we will give him his share," Runs Like A Deer said happily.
"I don't want to see him," Niomi shivered.
"Don't worry, he will not harm you. He was just doing what was necessary. He does not hate you... in fact, he looks at you like you were one of my cakes," Runs Like A Deer giggled. "I think he likes you."

Night fell and Falling Water failed to show. They tied the tepee flap and laid naked on the furs, looking fondly into each other's eyes, while their hands explored each other's bodies. In a few minutes both girls were getting hot.
"Give me one of those corn's," Niomi whispered. Runs Like A Deer reached into the basket and pulled out a large ear of corn. She handed it to Niomi wordlessly. Niomi moved down on the furs, opened Runs Like A Deer's legs and kissed each leg tenderly, before she placed her lips over Runs Like A Deer's sweet pussy and licked it. After licking for several minutes she paused and held the ear of corn at the entrance to Runs Like A Deer's vagina. Runs Like A Deer tensed, closing her eyes. She felt the ear of corn turning, growing well-lubricated by her juices. Slowly it slid well up inside of her. Runs Like A Deer gasped and arched her back, thrusting her pussy toward Niomi to meet the pistoning ear of corn.
Suddenly the tent flap rustled and Falling Water stepped inside. Niomi stopped in horror, pulling away.
Falling Water's eyes went over his beautiful sister's naked flesh, going to the corn still protruding from her wet pussy, to her dark and enticing nipples. Then his eyes went to Niomi. They traveled over her naked body. He licked his lips greedily.
"Continue," he commanded. Runs Like A Deer urged Niomi to do as he commanded. He was the head of the family, he held their lives in his hand. It was their law.
Shaking in fear, Niomi grasped the ear of corn and continued thrusting it inside of Runs Like A Deer. After a moment she lowered her mouth and began licking Runs Like A Deer's clit. There was a low moan from Falling Water. He looked at the white girl kneeling between his sister's legs, then his eyes went to her upturned ass. Without hesitation he knelt behind the white girl and took out his cock. He held it firmly while he planted at the entrance to her pussy. He shoved firmly and found his cock sliding all the way inside. She was as hot and tight as her mother. He closed his eyes with his face upturned and pumped away into her upturned ass.
"Oh God yes," Niomi whispered as his manhood flashed in and out of her quivering flesh. The juices made a wet sound. The smell of female sex was strong. It was pleasant, mixed with the smell of freshly baked cakes, dried rose petals, and drying berries.
With her eyes tightly closed, Niomi lapped eagerly in Runs Like A Deer's sweet pussy, while she rammed the ear of corn in and out. In seconds Runs Like A Deer began to cum. She screamed loudly, something that should not be done in a camp of leather tents. Her screams elicited much laughter and murmured talk.
Niomi held the ear of corn still, allowing Runs Like A Deer to push against it, effectively fucking herself, while Niomi lapped eagerly, supping on Runs Like A Deer's flavorful juices.
Falling Water watched from behind. It was the most amazing thing he had ever seen. He once watched through a screen of bushes as two young girl pleasured each other, but that was nothing compared to this. The sighs, sounds and smells made the experience intoxicating. The wonderful moist heat on his cock was almost unbearable. He felt his cock might strain until it burst, trying to grow bigger and firmer inside the white girl's pussy. It was more than he could stand.
With Niomi's face resting in Runs Like A Deer's warm pussy, she endured his punishing attack, feeling her own tremendous orgasm building. In three more strokes they both exploded. Their own screams were added to those of Runs Like A Deer, possibly still echoing off the distant hills. The camp listened, speculating, preparing rumors for the next day. By noon everyone would know who screamed and where.
"Oh yes," Falling Water gasped, falling next to Niomi and his sister. He ran a hand over Runs Like A Deer's firm breasts, before she firmly grasped his hand and removed it.
"You would make a good mate," Falling Water whispered to Niomi. Niomi smiled, but Runs Like A Deer rose up off the furs.
"Oh no she won't, she's mine," she reminded him. "Get your own mate. We are happy with what we have. You may join us occasionally like you did tonight," she acceded with a smile.
"Very well," he agreed, filling one hand with Niomi's small breast, and the other with one of Runs Like A Deer's cakes. He fell asleep with the cake half eaten and his hand still on Niomi's breast.