Captive Travelers (14 page)

Oh, for god’s sakes. It’s not that big a deal.
Cici shuffled forward and ran a mitted hand down Ganali’s wet cheek. She tried to smile, but with the ring gag it looked like a goofy grimace. Ganali’s eyes crinkled and she laughed.

Awi and Soquila watched the entire exchange. “I don’t think you need to worry about tying Ganali,” he said.

“It appears Waka will take care of herself at the trough,” Awi agreed.

They watched the two girls crawl over to the patch of grass and curl up. The cows slept much closer together than they had the previous night.

“How are things with Wacasa and Urika?” Awi asked.

“I have not heard word of Wacasa, but Urika is doing well. Ahiga is most attentive,” Soquila chuckled.

“You know?” Awi asked.

“I caught the smell of sleeping juice when I was close to her. I was about to speak, but Chief Paytah shook his head and took me aside. This should be very interesting when she is released,” Soquila said. “How did you find out?”

“With the spirit women working with Wacasa. Tala and I are checking for infection in the raven. Tala smelled the sleeping juice as well. She reported it to the shaman.”

Soquila rolled his eyes. “If the women know, the whole tribe will learn by morning.”

“And how many warriors have
you
told this secret to?” Awi countered.

“Ahiga will have a good fight to win her,” Soquila smiled. None of the warriors would ever tell him that they knew the raven was to be his woman. Ahiga was a brave warrior, and he had taken journeys that made other men pale to protect the Wehali.

His vicious nature and his need to spend time in solitude were due to the betrayal of a woman when they were young men. She was a member of a tribe to the south that Ahiga met while they had the summer rendezvous. He had become enamored with the girl, and on the second season she had professed her admiration for him. Over the weeklong celebration, she had kept his attention… while a warrior from her own tribe stole Ahiga’s prize stallion and weapons.

The warrior stared Ahiga down from the back of the paint, and he held the bone knife with Ahiga’s winter carvings in the handle high over his head. The young woman swung up behind the brave and smiled coyly down at Ahiga. The Wehali warriors would have backed him in the fight, but Ahiga knew it would cause a fissure in the tribes. He stared up at the warrior, and said, “Keep them, and the woman. You will need the knife to slit her treacherous throat, and the horse to run from your tribe.”

Ahiga never accompanied the Wehali to another rendezvous, and he spent winters apart from the tribe. Even in the summer village he spent most months hunting or sleeping in one of the low caves in the foothills. Yet, when a rogue cougar was threatening their mountain village, when blizzards blinded the winter home… it was Ahiga who hunted the dangerous cat or brought food that the tribe would find tossed by the fire. His heart had been frozen, but never his fierce loyalty for the Wehali. If the raven were to be the one who could thaw his lonely chill, his brothers would honor his need to fight for her.

Kayla’s mouth was dry, and she could feel the caked blood on her lower lip. Her dazed eyes opened when she felt a finger slip around her lips. Warm oil eased the cracks. She looked into Ahiga’s face. “I have brought you drink, Wyonet.”

Kayla nodded weakly. She no longer felt the pain of the piercing or the deflating tubes inside her. Ahiga held her head while she drank, and he ran a hand down her side to her thighs. “You are a runner,” he said with surprise. He saw her nod while she continued to swallow the juice.

“I run, too. I like to run in the mountains and on the hills. It is quiet,” he whispered.

The swelling in Kayla’s tongue had gone down a little, and she rasped, “I used to run every day. When I began as a child, I used to imagine I could outrun all the ugliness.”

Ahiga stared into her blue eyes. It was as if she read his soul, for it was the exact reason he had begun to run. “Could you, Wyonet? Did you ever outrun the ugliness?”

“No,” she shook her head. “No more than I can outrun this.”

Ahiga placed his hand on her cheek, and she rubbed into his palm. “I don’t care if you tell them I tried to trick you,” she said. “Just please don’t leave me with all of this cruelty. I can’t bear it.”

“I spent much time considering whether you were trying to seduce me. There were no times I could even let my imagination believe that you have done anything to deceive me. I will fight for you, Wyonet… but, if I ever find out that you have deceived me, that you have played me for a fool before my tribe… I will kill you.”

Ahiga walked into the darkness, and Kayla watched until he was out of sight. “We’ll outrun the ugliness together, Ahiga.”

Wacasa had awoken with her pussy and nipples swollen and aching for relief. Yepa and Namid applied a third dose of the potion and massaged it into her body while Leotie held her chin. She had begged her not to push the rods down her throat again, and promised that she would please Nashoba.
Oh god, I wish he was here right now,
her mind screamed.

“You are quite a passionate woman,” Leotie chuckled. She untied the restraints to the collar and removed it. “My son will be pleased with you.”

“He will, I promise. He scares me, and I don’t want him to hurt me, but I know I can’t go home from here and I have to learn to live with you,” Aubrey begged.

“I am not convinced that you are ready,” Leotie said. She looked up at Yepa and Namid, and could not read their eyes. “If you do not do as he wishes, you will be brought back to the spirit women.”

“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Aubrey whispered. “Oh, god, this stuff itches.”

“Hold still, Wacasa, and they will remove the quills,” Leotie said.

The quills in her breasts slid out easily, and Yepa massaged her peaked nipples. Aubrey pushed into her hands and sighed. “Oh, god. Oh, thank you.”

Namid gave Leotie and Yepa a sadistic little grin. She began stroking Wacasa’s slit until the cream coated her pink folds. The woman pushed into her hand and moaned. Aubrey felt two fingers enter her channel and she gasped. She did not care that it was a woman, as long as she got relief. A finger tickled the bottom of her swollen clit and she felt her orgasm build. She shrieked in painful pleasure as the third quill was removed.

The women kept her tied to the stakes and gathered their potions and instruments. They left Wacasa drifting on and off on the blanket by the fire, tied for Nashoba’s pleasure.

Chapter VI

Chief Paytah was sitting with his son in front of his teepee when the women came out from Nashoba’s tent. He raised an eyebrow and elbowed Nashoba. “That was quick. I was not looking forward to another night of empty sleeping furs.”

Nashoba watched the spirit women wander towards the shaman’s teepee. His mother sat next to Paytah and held his hand, raising it to her lips and kissing his knuckles. She smiled over at Nashoba. “Your woman is very tired, Nashoba. She will not understand the changes.”

“But she is ready?” he asked anxiously.

“She is.”

Nashoba rose. “Tokala is dead.”

“Yes, I know,” Leotie sighed. “Namid saw it in the herb leaves at the bottom of her tea this morning.”

“But we did not find him until noon.”

“The shaman is not the only member of our tribe with vision,” Leotie replied. Paytah could hear the weariness in her voice. She must have spent much time looking after Wacasa.

Nashoba kept staring over to his teepee. Paytah saw his clenched fists by his sides, and he realized his son was nervous. He had
never
seen Nashoba uncertain, and he nudged Leotie.

“Nashoba, she understands her life is with the tribe. She knows she will never leave the spirit world. You frighten her, but she accepts that she belongs to you.”

“I don’t know that I want her to be afraid.” Nashoba had turned this over in his mind since he had seen her pride at the farm. He did not want to break her spirit. It felt wrong to do this.

“She must fear you, Nashoba, and learn to respect your word. Wacasa does not know our world, and things that we take for granted can hurt her. You must teach her, but you must also let her know she cannot question you,” Leotie said.

Nashoba continued to stare at his tent, but he nodded his head. “Your words are wise, mother.”

“She’s quite beautiful, and you have been cursing all day at the wait. Go to her,” Paytah chuckled. He stood and held his hand down to help his wife rise, and they disappeared into their teepee.

Nashoba walked slowly towards the tent. Part of him wanted to run inside and plunge into her; his cock was aching with need. Another part saw the pride in her soft green eyes turn to hatred for him. It made a sour feeling in his stomach. Finally, he pulled open the flap and walked in.

Aubrey was shifting her hips and half asleep. The infernal itch and heat of arousal would not let her drift off. She heard the tent flap and opened her eyes. The fire was all but out, and the inside of the teepee was only dimly lit. “Nashoba?” she whispered. She could see the shadow and she knew it had to be him. “Please, please untie me.”

Nashoba walked over to her and sat by her side. He could see the fever of passion in her eyes. Nashoba brushed his fingers across her forehead, and she gasped and turned her head towards his stroking hand. Aubrey trembled with arousal and wanted him to caress her… to tease her as he had done on the journey. This time, she would not be denied her climax. It boiled just below the surface. She needed him inside of her. She needed to feel the stiffness of his cock stroking her pulsing walls, letting her grip onto the friction and quench the desire radiating from her core.

Passion overcame her fear of the man, and her emotions were stretched to such a degree that she could think of nothing except calming the burning ache inflaming her body. His hand brushed down her throat, and she bowed her breasts towards him. “Oh god. Oh, yes.” Aubrey tugged at her wrists and tried to kick her legs. “Please untie me,” she begged again. Her voice was a woeful, pitiful cry.

Nashoba bent down, and Aubrey felt his hair slide across her breasts and belly. She hissed when his mouth drew in a nipple, and let out a small cry when his teeth nipped her erect nub. She arched to fill his mouth while his fingers caressed her other breast, tweaking and pinching the nipple until she was crying with the sensation of relief.

His warm hand glided across her stomach, absorbing the heat of her quivering, until his fingers stroked through the golden curls of her pussy. He slipped two fingers into her folds and she bucked her hips into his hand. She was soaked with arousal and cried out when his fingers brushed across her clit. His cock was straining for relief, and he sat up quickly to remove his moccasins, breechclout, and breeches.

Aubrey’s eyes half closed, and she watched him kneel between her thighs. She wanted to hold him, to wrap her arms and legs around him and draw him inside her. Desire was driving her mad. She was obsessed with the need to climax and relieve herself.

Nashoba centered his cock on her hole and slowly pushed along her slick surface. Her muscles clenched and gripped, pulling him deeper into her moist warmth. Nashoba felt her passion seep into him while he thrust in slow plunges, torturing both of them until his thrusts increased, and his balls slapped against her bottom. Her fists were clenched tightly in their bindings, while she arched and offered herself to him.

Aubrey looked up into his eyes. They were shiny pitch mirrors reflecting down on her. The raw savage desire in them should have terrified her. Instead, they made her even more aroused and driven with need to quench the constant strumming of her nipples and pussy. She ground her hips into his, wishing she could dig her nails into the tight muscles of his ass and guide his momentum.

She felt his cock thicken and pulse inside of her. His arms were shaking with his effort while his black gaze continued to fix on her face and his hair blended with hers on the fur blanket. Aubrey’s eyes fluttered when she felt the beginning of her climax, seeming to empty her and leave her lighter as sensation boiled into her core. “Oh… oh my god,” she screamed.

In answer, Nashoba felt his seed rush from his balls and up his cock. It spewed deep inside her, and he hissed, “Wacasa.”

A while later, their shudders subsided and he rolled to her side. He let his fingers stroke over her sweat-glistened breasts and belly, inhaling the rich musk of their union. She began to tremble as her passion resurfaced. The potions would keep her in a sense of heat until she no longer fought her need for him.

“Please untie me,” she begged again. “I won’t run away.”

Nashoba reached out and stroked down her belly, and he felt her quiver.
She is afraid of me.
He caressed again, a little more softly. She pushed into his hand when he was near her breast, and moaned. Encouraged, he used both hands to hold her soft mounds, and he ran his thumbs up to her peaked nipples.

“Oh, oh yes,” she sighed. Aubrey thought she would go mad if he did not release her. The first climax seemed to fuel the need for another. His fingers pinched her taut buds and she gasped. “Ouch.” He withdrew his fingers immediately. “They stuck me with needles,” she whispered.

Nashoba had no idea what the women had done. Wacasa did not really tell him to stop, so he began stroking her again. “God, Nashoba. Untie me,” she begged.
Fuck the whole Indian spirit world crap. The guy’s a head honcho hunk, and I’m so horny I’d like to tie him down.

“My mother says you know you will stay with the Wehali.”

“Yes.
Yes.
It isn’t like there’s a bus back home.” Aubrey was getting frustrated. “Look, you know damn well those spirit women and your mother fired me up. Can we please do the twenty questions later? Untie me, dammit.” Aubrey yanked at the wrist cuffs.

“You are not supposed to be quite so… agreeable,” Nashoba replied in a slightly hesitant, confused tone.

“Let me stick a porcupine quill into your cock and load you up with Spanish Fly, and then let’s have this discussion.”

Nashoba’s balls squeezed at the thought of the quill. He had no idea what a fly had to do with anything, but the spirit women were mysterious. Nashoba decided to release her ankles to see if she would kick him. He reached across her belly and let his hand slide through her thick cream. “I do not think I will untie you,” he decided. He reached a finger between her legs, and began to stroke. She pushed into his hand, and he smiled. “You are in need,” he chuckled softly. His woman was very passionate indeed. His cock stirred and lengthened with the thought of plunging into her tight channel again.

“Hell yes. You know damn well they did this to me.”

“I think it is better to leave you tied,” he repeated. He stroked one hand along her slick path and massaged her breast with the other. “It is my turn to torture you, white woman.” He was surprised when amidst her sexual response he heard her softly crying. Nashoba remembered his mother’s words, that Wacasa would be tired. “You will do as I say?”

“Yes,” she cried quietly. Aubrey was relieved when she felt his fingers at the ties of her wrist cuffs. He released all the restraints and she lay squirming on the blankets.

He stretched out beside her and trailed his fingers down her stomach. “Take care of your need, Wacasa,” he whispered.

Aubrey ran her hand over his tight chest, feeling the warmth of the sun radiating from his body. Her hand moved lower, and Nashoba quivered at the touch of her trembling fingers sifting through the curls until she wrapped her hand around his cock. Aubrey thought how much she would love to turn the tables and drive the warrior insane with the talent of her mouth… but she was so tired. She rose and straddled his hips, and slowly sank down.

“Wacasa,” he groaned. The warm glove of her sheath pulled against his cock, and his hands circled her waist.

Aubrey began a slow ride with his hands guiding her. She rolled her pussy into his groin, oblivious to the stinging pain of her clit. She needed to climax, and her eyes closed while she rode him. Her hands pressed into his chest with her movements.

“Oh… oh my god. Oh,” she cried with the power of her release, and she felt his cock tighten and pulse before he jetted his load deep inside her.

Nashoba was surprised at the quickeness of his orgasm. When he felt her walls grip and spasm, he could not hold back. She collapsed onto his chest, and his fingers wound through her long hair. They lay joined together while he rubbed her back, and she was sleeping before he slipped out of her.

In the morning, she was curled against his side with her head on his chest. He had covered her with a fur that had slipped below her breast, and her small hand was gripped into his hair. The golden of her own tresses wound through his, and he sifted them together while he watched her sleep. A cage had locked around his chest, just as his father said the feeling for his mother had done. She was a white woman, though. It was not supposed to happen. Wacasa was his captive… not his wife. The mixed feelings confused and saddened him, and they made him angry with a loneliness of loss.

His hand wandered towards her exposed breast and he studied the puffy pillow of her pale nipple. There was a tiny mark from the quill that had been lodged into the tip to add the infusion. Nashoba wished her need for him did not require the potion. He let his finger push lightly into the swollen flesh. Wacasa sighed in her sleep, and she pressed her breast into his hand.

Her encouraging response filtered down to his groin, and his balls constricted with the lengthening of his shaft. Nashoba ran his hand down the curve of her waist and hip, spreading his fingers and wrapping around to caress her bottom. Her skin was soft and warm, and as he cupped her cheek, she pressed her pussy into his hip. Even in sleep, she began to rub against him.
Perhaps, the spirit women potions are not a bad thing.

Nashoba was heedful of his mother’s words that Wacasa would be tired, and he shifted his hips in frustration and watched his stiff cock tenting the furs. His caresses became a little more aggressive and urgent, though he was determined to let her awake on her own.

Aubrey felt a strong arm holding her, while her fingers slipped through a sheet of silk hair. The very masculine scent of earthy leather comforted her with a feeling of safety. A finger pressed into her nipple, disbursing the infusion and causing her need to be a nagging frustration at the edge of her consciousness.

The strong arm caressed down her side, and the hand, fingers spread wide, brushed over her bottom. Aubrey felt her pussy tighten and slicken with her cream. Her clit became agitated with the need for stimulation, and she tightened a leg she had thrown over a warm, muscular thigh, and pressed her mound against the hard warmth. Gradually, the caresses exploring her body became more urgent… along with her arousal.

Aubrey’s eyes opened slowly, and her circumstances filled her mind with fearful anticipation. Nashoba felt her stiffen slightly, and her sleepy green eyes turned up to meet his. Aubrey held back a gasp at the aroused gaze staring down at her. The Indian was so handsome… so virile and completely male… and there was no denying the hunger in his black eyes. Deep in their depths, was a hint of amusement. “Will I tie you down again?” he murmured.

Aubrey shook her head. “What did those women do to me?”

Nashoba ran his hand through her hair and felt her shiver. “You were a companion traveler, with no crime against the Indians. It is better if you yearn to join our tribe, and coaxing your body for this desire is easier than binding your mind. The two will join as the infusion helps you want to please me.”

Aubrey’s mind swirled with the injustice that Nashoba considered a logical kindness for her abduction. It was not the only thought going through her as her body continued to build in its desire to have him caress and seduce her passion. Under any other circumstances, she would have had a natural attraction to the man. His primitive, raw sexuality had her craving his savage touch.

“I let you satisfy
your
need, Wacasa. I want to feel your lips on me.” Nashoba continued to stare at her, and slowly pulled her hair to persuade her head lower.

Aubrey wanted to rant at him for suggesting the previous night’s tryst was of her choosing. Her body was left in such an aroused state that she would have used her own hands to pleasure herself if he had not been there. She thought of his magnificent cock filling her, her slick walls milking him and squeezing her own passion into his flesh…
oh, god. I’d do it again.
She wanted to do it right now. Apparently, he wanted her mouth. Aubrey smiled and stopped fighting his tugging hand. She would give him one of her world-class blowjobs, and he would be insane with desire to satisfy her own gripping arousal.