Sodbuster a dog's tale
Warning: Extreme violent sex, M b, f,dog anal oral, rape mild
scat, death. If violent sex with children offends you go a way
now, If a dog fucking a teen girl offends you read another story.
If not come see what fun Sandy has with her dog and what horrors
she must endure during an Indian uprising in July 1865.

Sandy crept along the creek bed as she hugged the neck of her
Bull Mastiff. She could hear the deep warning growl as the black
massive dog smelled danger. She could see the smoke rising from
her family's sod house. The young teen heard the shots and war
cries of the Indian war party. She heard the blast of a shotgun
and a scream as someone had been hit by the gunfire.

The shotgun blast was answered by six or seven cracks of the
Hennery Repeating Rifles the braves carried. Two more big blast
came from the burning sod hut and another scream as the buckshot
found its' mark. They were the Cheyenne Dog Soldiers, out for
blood and plunder.

Twenty mounted braves wearing war paint had surrounded the
isolated farmhouse. The sky was clear and bright and the noonday
sun bore down hot on Sandy's nude back. She had been off in creek
playing with her lover Burtis. Her yellow dress was grasp tight
in her hand. She reckoned that least wise he could not plant a
baby in her belly like old Randy Jackson had her older sister. It
had been a shotgun wedding and the groom was none too pleased to
take the hand of the Sodbuster's daughter. However the blue-gray
of the steel barrels shining in the moonlight were argument
enough.

The buxom young teen hid the sexual nature of her love for the
big dog for mother would not see things as the 14 year-old did.
Andy her father was off fighting in the Civil War with a Union
Company from the Colorado Territories,   Her mother might have
just shot the dog and whipped her ass till the cows came home. So
she sneaked off when she could. Had she not done so today she
would have been chopping weeds in the garden by the sod hut when
the savages attacked. Her mother, two younger brothers, and
granddad were at the house when she told them she was going to
take a bath down in the creek.

It was all she could do to keep the giant dog from bolting and
run to defend his pack.
"NO Burtis, stay! Those red devils fucking eat dog boy. We have
to lay low and hope the fucking red bastards do not come for a
drink of water." she whispered in his large floppy ear.
He whined in protest but stayed crouched next to his bitch. He
could smell her pussy juice and her fear as he lay next to her.

"Flying Hawk why did you set flame to the sod lodge? We will now
get nothing but burned white eyes." Walks with Bears yelled as he
reigned in his war pony.

"To drive the white devils out so we can kill them!" the young
warrior hardly in to his teens said as he shook his rifle at the
sky.

"What good will your scalps and war kills do you in the long cold
of the winter? We could have gotten much plunder from the round
eyes. A burned blanket warms no one. You have much to learn my
cousin." the leader of the raiding party yelled as they rode
around the house leaning low to their ponies' necks and firing
into the burning sod hut.  Thick smoke now billowed out of the
dugout. A figure appeared in the door holding a shotgun. Walks
With Bears aimed his Hennery 45.70 rifle at the wavering woman in
the choking smoke.

His big bullet slammed into the woman's chest and she fell back
into the flames. The gun went off as she was hit and he saw in
the corner of his eye Flying Hawk being blown off his war pony.
The unshod horse fell with its' rider. Nether of them would rise
from the dry red dust of the farm.

`Shit this would not be a good raid, he had lost three men dead
and two wounded along with the loss of three war ponies' he
thought. There would be little plunder save what grew in the
garden and what goods were in the root cellar next to a small
barn made of sod. He saw an old man carrying two young boys under
his arms run from the flames. He made it a few feet out the door
when six Indian rifles cut him down. He called off his men and
they moved to the barn to raid it for whatever they could fined
of value.

 The Cheyenne Dog Soldiers shot the chickens and hogs. The milk
cow was tied to a war pony and would be taken back to their camp.
A few hand tools were taken and three sacks of seed were divided
among the men to feed their mounts. He heard the scream of a
young boy as one of his men used the lad as a woman. The buck had
the boy bent over a wood pile and was slamming his cock up the
small boy's ass.  One good thing about white boys they became
little white girls when you turned them over. He saw the big buck
thrust his hips into the boy as he came. He slit the boy's throat
and left him to die in the red dust of the destroyed homestead.

The other boy was on his knees sucking off one of the ponies as
the men laughed and hit him with their short leather ridding
whips. The pony nutted and a gush of white cum choked the boy and
the sticky cum ran down his face. One of the men grabbed the
child and smashed his head on a large rock that sat near the
well. The child shook and rolled in agony clutching his ruined
face in his small hands. A shot rang out and the boy's head
exploded from the heavy buffalo killing round.

One of his men rode up and yelled that there was a band of Army
soldiers being chased by the Brulé under Spotted Tail, they could
cut the fleeing soldiers off and kill them all if they rode hard.
The party left one man to gather up anything they had missed and
bring the cow once he had looted the farmstead. The rode yelling
and firing at the doomed bluecoats.

Sandy crept up to the edge of the bank and looked through the
long dry grass at the horrid scene. The sod house was just a pile
of smoldering ruins. She nearly cried out when she saw her dead
brothers nude bodies draped over the stone fence. The Indian was
packing items he had found in the small shed/barn. He had his
back to the creek and was putting away some tools he had looted.
She felt the large dog rip free from her grasp and lung toward
the savage Cheyenne Dog Soldier.

The Mastiff weighed as much as the young warrior and he was
filled with red rage. No sound came from the rushing beast. He
closed the twenty yards in a moment and leaped on his back
knocking him to the dry ground.  Burtis' massive jaw closed
around the stunned red man's throat and with a viscous twist of
his jaw he ripped the head off of the Indian. He shook the head
spraying blood over his thick fur. The dog dropped the severed
head and then attacked the body taring large chunks of flesh from
is body.

"Brutes come boy! He is fucking dead! Good dog." She said as she
ran to catch the war pony that was none to happy with the huge
beast that just killed a heard member.  The young woman grasp the
trailing reigns. She tied the pony to the hitching post and went
to check on the bodies near the burned out sod house. Sandy threw
up when she saw up close what the fucking savages had done to her
mother and brothers. They had taken their scalps and hacked off
her mother's breast. The fiends had cut her grandfather's cock
and balls off and shoved them in his mouth. The young woman got
dressed and looked in vain for some of her things in the smoking
ruins of the sod house. She wanted to bury them but she was too
afraid that the raiding party would come looking for the dead
warrior.

She took a knife and a loaded Colt 36 Navy Revolver and a bag
holing extra lead balls and percussion caps for the old wheel
gun. There was a powder horn that felt like it was full. She
found twenty nine loose rounds for the big rifle. She kept the
tools the thief had taken from her farm. She cut the cow loose
and let it run free for she knew it would only slow her down as
she raced for  Fort Willis on the Plate River. Sandy called
Brutes and got on the war pony and trotted away from the horror
the small farm had become.


She rode east away from the setting sun. She saw a black stain in
the sky where the fort sat some twenty miles away.  The small
town of Julesburg sat a mile from the wooden fort. She saw dust
kicked up by several Indian war parties. The Indian army
consisted of the Cheyenne Dog Soldiers, the Northern Arapaho, and
two bands of Lakota Sioux, the Brulé under Spotted Tail, and the
Oglala under Pawnee Killer. Roman Nose was among the Cheyenne
warriors. The Indian army numbered about 1,000 warriors.



July, 1865- An estimated 1,000 to 1,500 Indians gather
out-of-sight from the Fort in the arroyo and in the hills. At
about 2:00 a.m., July 7, 1865, 4 miles east of Julesburg, the
westbound mail coach enters the arroyo and is fired upon by some
Indians. On board the coach was the driver and an express agent.
The agent had responsibility for a shipment of money being sent
from New York to Central City, Colorado Territory. The stage,
however, was able to make good an escape from the Indians and
proceeded to Bulen's Ranch. There, the the driver and express
agent took refuge in Bulen's mud house. With sunrise, the stage
then proceeded on the Julesburg and the fort.

 In the meantime, a patrol of soldiers from the fort had
discovered some Indians. Thus, another patrol was dispatched to
engage the Indians. Thus, with the fort shorthanded, a request
for a military escort on to Denver was refused by Capt. O'Brien.
O'Brien, however, advised the express agent that it was dangerous
to proceed and that the stage should stay at the fort. Instead,
the stage returned to the station at Julesburg which was occuped
by three or four persons. The horses were unhitched and placed in
the station stable.

 Fifteen minutes later, the cavalry patrol was observed being
chased by the Indians. There being no time to rehitch the stage,
the driver and express agent each mounted a horse and followed
the fleeing soldiers to the fort. There, the residents of the
town watched helplessly as the town and the stage with its
treasure box were plundered.  The ravaging of Julesburg was
compleat with the town being totally burned down.  The entire
population of the town was killed. The women raped along with any
young girls and then gutted and left to rot in the summer heat.

Sandy saw smoke rise up from the near by sod farmhouses and
rightly concluded that she had to find some wild place to hide
until the US Army came to avenge the massacre. The young blond
teen knew of a small cave at a bend of the Platte River. She and
her father had used it to camp when they went fishing in the
river. There was a small spring at the rear of the cave and a
pile of drift wood was tangled against the rocks of the bend in
the river.

 She ate some of the Indian's trail food Pemmican. It was made by
pounding dried meat into powder and mixing it with melted fat and
berries. The Plains Indians ate berries, cherries, wild greens,
camas roots, and wild prairie turnip with the meat. She rode the
war pony down the shallow river on the bedrock so that she would
not leave a trail for any of the raiding Indians to track. They
would know that someone survived their attack on her farm and
they would come looking for them and the big dog who's foot
prints were all over the battle site.

There was some rich grass growing in the soil that was washed out
of Rocky Mountains far to the west. Sandy hobbled the pony and
took the supplies off of the horse and made camp in the dim
reaches of the limestone cave. The floor at the back of the cave
was covered with sand washed there during the frequent floods
that filled the cave three or four times a year. The flooding was
the reason that no large critters called the cave home. She had
to watch for snakes and scorpions.

She did not build a fire for even a small one could send smoke
into the air. She had a cold camp and sat on the Indian blanket
with her Burtis curled next to her. The sun sank into the western
sky and the darkness became compleat. Sandy took comfort in
Burtis' soft fur and his strong beating hart. She needed no light
to find his massive cock. At her touch he rolled over on his back
to allow her full access to his now expanding penis. He knew her
need and that soon he would be plowing her willing tight flesh.

She took the pointed cock and licked its' long shaft. As his cock
grew erect the point disappeared  and a flat round head replaced
the flaccid pointed cock. The cock leaked a thin pre-cum that
lubricated a bitch's pussy.  The hot organ grew out of the hairy
skin sheath that protected the sensitive prick. Sandy took the
sticky cock into her mouth and sucked his flavor off his meat.
The dog whined as he was turned on for sex. The massive cock
filled her mouth and she could not get all of it in her.  She
tried to swallow the expanding meat but now the locking knot grew
to the size of a 3 inch cannonball.

Sandy worked her head up and down the hot meat and soon he was
squirting his dog sperm into her throat. She played with his
large balls in their fury sack.  He seemed to like that. Her
pussy was wet and she so needed his meat inside of her. He
allowed her to mount him as he lay still on his back. She lifted
his monster cock and pressed it against the vulva of her young
vagina. The blunt head of his cock stretched the walls of her
pussy and she moaned as she worked more of his meat into her. She
took all that she could and then rode the beast fucking herself
into a bone crushing orgasm. Sandy knew his need and with is cock
still in her body got on all fours and supported his great
weight. He hugged her as he threw his expanded cock into her
cervix. She welcomed the pain as it drove the sorrow from he
heart. His love filled her body and his cum ran out of her
flooded cunt.

He stayed large for an hour after their passion had wained. She
fell asleep with his meat in her welcoming body. The sun had
risen and the darkness in the cave lightened as the light of 
father son reclaimed the day from mother moon. Sandy was brought
back from a troubled sleep by Brutes' warm and wet tongue working
its' way inside her sticky and hot little cunt. She spread her
legs and let her furry lover eat her pussy. She raised a bit and
let him have her ass. He love to stimulate her bowel and then eat
her waste. To him the shit was just a nice warm meal and she
loved the feel of his thick tongue deep in he bowel. His breath
did smell like shit for an hour or two but then she was not going
to mouth kiss him anyhow.

She ate some more of the dead Indian's Pemmican and washed it
down with fresh spring water. Sandy set a line with a bone hook
in the slow moving muddy water of the Platte.  The cord was
baited with a chunk of liver from the dead chickens the raiders
had killed and divided among themselves.  She tied a bit of
driftwood to act as a float and sat back with her dog lover
wrapped around her. The line went taunt and something big nearly
pulled the stick the cord was tied to out of her hands. She set
the barbed horn hook and battled the big fish on the other end of
the line. She pulled the line in hand over fist and soon had a
large brown channel catfish flopping around in the shallow water.
The ugly fish had long barbs on each side of its' head and a long
sharp spine on its dorsal fin. The fat fish twisted and the bone
hook came loss. It flopped on the sandy bank for  a moment before
the dog leaped up  and grabbed the fish in his jaw.


     The tribes had risen and war had come to the far west. More
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