Author: Scytha
Title: Little Bear
Summary: A Native American woman is outcast and is prepared to
pass into the spirit world.
Codes: MF Oral Incest Historic






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Little Bear

She had not meant to break the taboo. She had just been her usual
curious self. It was not the first time she got into trouble
because of that but so far her headstrong nature had manage to
get her out again but not this time. This time she had been
caught and punished and now the final part of her sentence would
be carried out.

Little Bear tried to fight back tears as she recalled how the
tribe's shaman had performed the rituals to make her an outcast
and banish her from the living. What hurt the most was how
afterwards no one in the tribe had acknowledged her existence.
All her friends had acted like she did no longer exist even
though she was still standing there. The final blow was when she
had run up to her father and he had looked straight through her
like she was invisible.
She had gone all numb then and had just let the two braves
appointed to spirit walkers and the shaman lead her away.

Little Bear's thoughts were interrupted when her pony suddenly
stopped. She looked around and saw that they had stopped in a
small dusty gully. One of her escorting spirit walkers was in
front of her on his own pony, holding the reins to hers. The
other spirit walker was riding behind her so he could stop any
escape attempts. Not that it was likely since Little Bear's feet
were tied together with a sling underneath her pony and her
wrists were secured by leather straps.
The shaman, a couple of meters ahead of them, dismounted and
motioned them to join him.
He had obviously decided that this gully was a suitable place to
help her spirit to transcend to the spirit world.

Her escorts led her pony over to the shaman before helping her
down to the ground. Little Bear tried to ease the pain in her
bound wrist as the shaman directed the spirit walkers to the spot
he had chosen.
She was surprised over how calm she was. She was about to die but
she did not feel afraid or anything. Perhaps it was because she
had accepted the tribe's view that she already was dead and was
just a lost spirit that roamed the world of the living. That the
shaman and the spirit walkers were not about to execute her but
were just to help her to leave this realm and join the spirit
world.
It made sense after all. Only the spirit walkers and the shaman
could see spirits and they were they only ones of the whole tribe
who could see her.
It was very bad luck to have the spirit of a dead person roam the
world so she could see why this was necessary and why they
couldn't just let her go.

Satisfied that the spirit walkers had understood his instructions
the shaman came over and stood beside Little Bear. They watched
the spirit walkers get to work. The two braves looked splendid in
their red and black war paint and war feathers.

The spirit walkers took four long stakes from their mounts. They
used leather cords to tie the stakes into two crosses, which they
then proceeded to drive into the ground to form two Xs about a
meter apart. One of the braves then got a meter long log about
the size of one of Little Bears thighs. They put the log in the V
shaped fork of the crosses.
Seeing that the spirit walkers was just about done the shaman
turned towards Little Bear and pulled out his knife.
Taking hold of her deerskin tunic, he began cutting it open in
the front.  He then sliced the short arms apart and pulling the
tunic off her. Bending down he proceeded to jerk down her hose,
making her step out of it and leaving her naked except for her
loincloth and moccasins.

For the first time since she had been banished she felt a strong
emotion. She was embarrassed of having the three men look at her
near naked body and blushing she covered her breasts with her
arms.
The men however did not seem to notice her body. The Shaman just
kindly led her over to the spirit walkers and the log
construction.

The spirit walkers gently laid her across the log so the log
settled into the small of her back. The log was quite high and
Little Bear practically had to go up in an arc to be able to lie
on the log.
The spirit walkers each grabbed one her arms hand pulled them up
and apart until her shoulder joints protested before pulling them
down to the ground, forcing Little Bear to arch her back and lean
her upper body downwards to avoid her arms being pulled from her
sockets.
They tied her wrists to two short stakes with her hands palms up
preventing her from taking her weight on her arms.

The shaman let go of her legs that he had held to prevent Little
Bear from slipping off, as the spirit walkers came around to his
side.
Now the spirit walkers took hold of her legs and spread them
apart, again until it hurt, before tying her ankles to a second
pair of stakes. At least this time they let her bend her legs and
plant her feet firmly on the ground so she could support some of
her weight.
Even after barley a minute in this position Little Bear was very
uncomfortable. The joints in her shoulders and groin ached, the
rough surface of the log scratched the small of her back and the
leather cords around her wrists cut in painfully. Fortunately,
they had left her moccasins on so their soft skin kept the cords
around her ankles from hurting.

Once they had finished tying her down and were sure that she
could not escape, the shaman and the spirit walkers mounted their
ponies. They rode up to her and the shaman started to sing her
death song to help guide her spirit to the spirit world.
As he sang, the shaman could not help notice how beautiful she
looked.
A red and blue headband held her long black hair together and two
proud eagle feathers were stuck in the headband in the back of
her head. The hair framed her beautiful face with high cheekbones
and large dark doe eyes.
A couple of necklaces made from red and black pearls accentuated
her slender neck.
The forced arch of her back from her position, thrust out her
firm full breast with her nipples as two hard marbles. Her smooth
stomach went down to her long, graceful legs.
The yellow loincloth with green stripes had fallen between her
legs giving her some notion of modesty, though the shaman had
received plenty of glimpses under it while they had tied her down
and he had no trouble picturing the red slit framed by black hair
beneath the loincloth.

When the song was over the three men turned their horses around
and rode off. When she could no longer hear their hoof beats,
Little Bear started to tug and pull on her bonds trying to get
free but it did not take long before she realized that it was
futile. The cords holding her in place were too tight for her to
get out.
Instead, she found the most comfortable position she could and
settled in to wait for the sun to take her life.
It was still early, the sun had only been up for an hour or so
but still, its rays from a blue, cloud free sky burned the
morning chill from her body.

When from the movement of the sun, Little Bear estimated that
another hour had passed she heard a rider approach. Her chest was
suddenly full of hope. Everything was just one big mistake and
now they came to set her free and bring her back. She was certain
of it.

The rider stopped outside Little Bear's vision and must have
dismounted because a second later she could hear foot step
approaching.
A tall, fit Brave, named Running Horse, dressed in a dear skin
vest and hoses entered her view. His long black hair was starting
to grey and Little Bear knew he was in his mid forties.

"Father!" Little Bear cried out in surprise.
"My dear daughter, my dear Little Bear," He answered sadly as he
stood at her head.
"O' Father, have you come to set me free? Of course you have. I
knew all this was just some dreadful mistake," She blurted out,
tears of joy running down her cheeks as her father sat down
beside her.
"I'm sorry daughter of mine, I can't," he told her and caressed
her hair gently. "I shouldn't even be here but I had to take
farewell of you Little Bear. I lost your mother without a chance
to say good bye and I can't bear to lose my daughter the same
way."
"But Father..." she began but stopped. Having her new found hope
crushed left her numb and her tears of joy dried up.
"There, there, daughter," Running Horse comforted her. "You are
already dead to this world. All that remains is your spirit and
it will soon leave this world too. You know that."
Little Bear could not argue with him since she indeed knew he was
right.
"Now let me take farewell, my daughter."
"I love you, Father," she told him.
"I love you too, Little Bear," he answered him and then started
to sing her funeral song.

After he finished he sat silent and cried for awhile, grieving
her death. Little Bear share his sorrow. She had already accepted
that she was dead and so did not need to cry. Instead she just
felt embarrassed and uncomfortable hearing her father cry so she
turned her head and looked away from him.

"My poor Little Bear. I had no idea how grown up she had become
or how beautiful," he said after he had finished crying. Little
Bear looked up at him when he started talking again and saw that
he was studying her.
Whereas before he had just looked at her face, Little Bear could
see that his eyes were roaming all over her body and she could
feel her cheeks heat up.
It was a long time since he had seen her dressed only in a
loincloth and never in such a revealing position.
"I never realized what an attractive woman she was," he said
softly to himself. Little Bear started to answer but realized
that he was not talking to her any longer.
"She looked so much like her mother," he told the air.

Little Bear could not help but feel happy when she heard that.
Her mother had died when she had still been just a babe. Thrown
off her horse and killed from fall. Her Father had taken it hard
and never really spoken of her mother so hearing him tell her
anything felt great even at a time like this.

"Not until now did I see that she was a splitting image of her
mother. Great Spirit, how I miss her mother," Running Horse said
with a sob. "Her body was just as beautiful as this one. So
exciting, so inviting."
Until now he had just caressed her face but now he suddenly moved
his hand down and cupped one of her breast, making Little Bear
tense up in surprise.
"How I have wished that I could be with her again. To make love
to her one more time," he said to himself as he begun playing
with her breast. Stunned Little Bear just lied quiet as he mauled
her breasts.
"And now the Great Spirit seams to have granted my wish," Running
horse said as he stood up and moved over between her spread legs.
He flipped the front piece of her loincloth over her right thigh,
leaving her pussy exposed and vulnerable.
It was not until her ran his fingers along her lips, Little Bear
snapped out of her shock.
"Father, what are you doing? I'm your daughter, this is wrong,"
she cried out.
"Shh, calm down. My daughter is dead. You are just a lost spirit
that has taken her shape. Or maybe it is the shape of my dead
wife," he told her gently. "The shamans often tell stories how
spirits takes the shapes of lost loved ones to provide help and
comfort."

It was true what he said; Little Bear had heard those stories
many times herself. Suddenly she felt very confused. Maybe what
he said was right. She knew she was dead. Maybe she was not
Little Bear but really a spirit. A spirit that just believed it
was Little Bear. In that case what he was doing would indeed
comfort him and only an evil spirit would stop him.
She did not want to be an evil spirit so she stayed silent and
let him continue. After all she could not stop him even if she
had wanted too.

Running Horse had really skilled fingers and as she started to
become moist he used his other hand to play with her breast. Soon
he slipped a couple of fingers inside of her and began fingering
her.
Little Bear was glad she was just a spirit because what he was
doing to her body started to feel so nice. Her whole body became
flushed and soon she could hear her own juices squish around his
fingers.
Running Horse straightened up and as he pulled down his trousers
Little Bear saw why so many widows over the years had been so
eager to share his bed and give him comfort.
He knelt between her spread legs again and placed his member at
Little Bear's opening. When the tip parted her outer lips a
nervous shiver when up her spine.
Her people was not as repressed as the White Man seemed to be and
even though Little Bear was still young and unmarried she had
already been with a man several times before, though no one as
large as her father.

Little Bear let out a loud groan from part pain, part pleasure as
he buried his whole shaft in her in one slow thrust. When Running
Horse pulled out and started to fuck her, Little Bear let her
head drop down. She felt so weird and confusing.
Getting fucked by her father was both embarrassing and
humiliating and each thrust seemed to hammer home that fact. At
the same time, her body was telling her that she had never been
so full and that it really liked it and would enjoy it to the
fullest despite her own feelings.
Add to that she was suffering from a major personality crisis
because she suddenly was unsure if she really was herself or just
a spirit.

Fortunately or perhaps unfortunately, the rocking of her body
over the log due to the thrusts caused the course surface of the
log to scrape painfully against the small of her back. Any
thoughts or doubts she had was chased away from her need to do
something about her back.
"Father, stop," Little Bear asked Running Horse but he did not
appear to have notice her.
"Father please, stop," she pleaded, "Please, your hurting me.
Father!"
She continued begging for a little while without him taking any
notice of her until he suddenly muttered; "I'm not your father,
my daughter is dead."
This gave Little Bear an idea and she said with her gravest
voice.
"Running Horse, I crave a boon from you."
This made him stop and take notice of her. Seeing her chance
Little Bear made her plea.
"The log is hurting my back. Please put something on it and I
promise not to disturb you any more."

Running Horse stood still, buried to the hilt inside her and
studied her to see if she spoke the truth. He then made two slow
thrust while he thought about it before pulling out.
He got up and walked out of Little Bear's vision but returned
after a moment with a horse blanket. He folded it into a pillow
before helping Little Bear lift her back so he could place it on
the log. Little Bear was immediately more comfortable and gave
him a grateful smile.
Seeing this he went back between her legs. Running Horse placed
the tip against her entrance and looked at her. Knowing what he
wanted Little Bear gave him a nod of approval before once again
groaning as he buried himself inside of her.

This time she felt more at ease as he started to fuck her. Spirit
or not, Father or not, this time she had promise to let him use
her and dead or not, she was not about to break her bond.
Her body's opinion on the other hand was exactly the same as
before and without any conflicting emotions to get in the way
Little Bear soon started to feel embarrassingly good.
Little Bear recognized the manner Running Horse fucked her from
her own early sexual experiences. When the young boys in her own
age she had been with, had from inexperience and selfishness had
used her without any thoughts on her own pleasure.
Now however that did not bother her. She could accept being used
for his pleasure but she suspected that the opposite would have
made her uncomfortable again.
This time she could just ignore everything and concentrate on the
nice feelings her body was experiencing from having a man pound
it.

It did not take long before silently Running Horse came inside
her. As she felt his hot seed fill her up, Little Bear joined him
in his peak. It was not one of the usual mind numbing orgasms she
usually had. Instead it was more like a satisfying wave of
pleasure that washed over her and for a short moment blocked out
the pain and discomfort her position was giving her.
He stood buried inside of Little Bear until he started to soften.
He then pulled out and wiped off his member on her pubes before
he got up and left without another look.
As she heard his pony ride off, Little Bear could not hold back
her tears, knowing that all her strings with her tribe now had
been cut.

As the sun rose it got warmer, the narrow sides of the gully
seemed to concentrate its rays on the bottom where Little Bear
was tied up. Soon she became thirsty and tired from the heat and
she knew that her body would not survive the day out in the sun
gaze. Soon she dozed off from the heat.

She woke when a shadow fell on her cutting out the sun. Spots
danced in front of her eyes due to the strong sunlight so she
could not see who the shadow belonged to except that it was a
man. Not that she cared since the small relief the shadow gave
her from the sun made her realize how parched she was.
"Water, please give me water," Little bear croaked out from a dry
throat and over cracked lips.
The shadow bent down and wetted her lips before pouring a
mouthful of water into her.
"More, Give me more," she begged after swallowing the cool and
delicious water in her mouth.
"And what will I get in return?" She heard a mocking voice ask. A
voice that she despised and which belonged to the one person in
her tribe she detested.
"Storm Cloud," she said scornfully as she looked closely for the
first time at the man the shadow belonged too.
"Your father was a fool when he turned down my offer of marrying
you. I would have kept you too busy with giving me sons and
satisfying me and my friend's needs that you would never had time
to get into trouble. Then you wouldn't be tied to a log waiting
to pass on to the other side now," he said mockingly.

Little Bear and Storm Cloud had been rivals ever since they were
children. She had always thought he was nothing more than a
bully, which just happened to be true and had been one of the few
children that stood up against him, much to his irritation and
hatred. When they matured in to puberty his hatred of her had
turned into an almost obsessive desire to posses her. So when
they reached the proper aged for marriage he had asked for her
hand from Running Horse. Storm Cloud had by then proven himself
to be on of the greatest young braves in the tribe and her father
had been delighted.
It had been Little Bear herself who had convinced her father to
turn down Storm Cloud's offer. She had never stopped despising
him and even though he might think he loved her, she knew what
his true motives were.
Little Bear wanted to marry a brave who truly loved her. Not one
whose desire was just to use her to satisfy his needs. Having
hear the stories of his amazing stamina and insatiable appetite
from her girlfriends who lacked Little Bear's objection to having
a tryst with him and knowing that a squaw was not allowed to
refuse her husband, Little Bear new that she would be forced to
do little else.

"What do you want?" Little Bear asked warily.
"I've just come to take farewell of a childhood friend and my one
love," Strom Cloud answered.
"That I find hard to believe," Little Bear said sarcastic.
"Besides, you don't think I would let you pass over with out
sampling your charms at least once?"
"Now that's the Storm Cloud I come to know and hate," Little Bear
mocked.

Storm Cloud knelt down beside her and cupped a breast in each
hand.
"Do you mind?" he asked.
"No, go right ahead it's not as if I can stop you but I would if
I could," Little Bear said angrily. Had she been free she would
have fought like a puma but being restrained she wowed not to let
herself be intimidated by his actions.
He played and sucked on her tits awhile before he stood up and
stripped naked.
Little Bear cursed herself mentally for finding his fit body
attractive but she could not take her eyes of him.
He squatted in front of her face and brought his erect cock up
against her lips.
"Open up," he said and tapped the head against her mouth. "My
loins have been burning at the thought of finally getting to lie
with you since I rode off from the tribe so if I fuck you at once
it all will be over to quick. Instead I thought I'd have you
relive me with your mouth first." He told her.
"You will lie with me of that I have no doubt and I will let you,
the bonds and my position ensure my compliance," Little Bear said
resigned before her voice took on a more fierce tone, "But as
long as my weasel sharp teeth guards the entrance of my mouth
that's an opening your cock will not go into."
"Is that so," Storm Cloud said with mischievous grin. He rolled
back on the balls of his heels and removed his groin from her
face, making Little Bear feel triumphant. A man could always have
his way with a squaw if he wanted it enough and there was nothing
she could do about it. Something that sometimes happened when two
tribes went to war with each other. But her mouth could only be
given freely.

Storm Cloud reached around behind himself and his arm came back
holding a water skin. Little Bear's eyes were instantly riveted
on the skin. All thoughts and concerns about the present moment
were forgotten as her whole awareness was focused on the skin and
the precious fluid it held.
Uncorking it, Storm Cloud poured a few drops on Little Bear's dry
lips. Instinctively her tongue shot out and lapped them up.
With a smug expression Storm Cloud again place the head of his
cock on top of her closed lips before pouring some more drops of
water on her lips and now also on the head.
Little Bear knew what he was trying to do and was resolved not to
give him the satisfaction. At the same time every desiccated pore
in her body was crying out for some water and the small mouthfuls
she had had so far had only made her thirst more pressing. For a
few seconds her will battled with her body before almost
unconsciously the tip of her tongue parted her lips and licked up
the water, which inadvertently meant licking part of the head.
Now it was Storm Cloud that looked triumphant. He lifted the head
from her lips and held it still a few centimetres over them.
Carefully he dripped a small amount of water on the head so it
formed a large drop hanging from the tip. Little Bear thought she
could resist it much easier now that no water was touching her
skin but at the same time she could not look away from the drop.
It seemed to grow on the tip until it filled her whole world and
she had forgotten what it hung from. Soon it was like her whole
body screamed for her to suck that precious drop into her mouth
and a moment later her body obeyed.
With a sinking feeling in her heart, Little Bear could feel
herself raise her head and open her lips before taking the head
in her mouth and desperately sucking up the moisture.
"Seems your guarding teeth did not do their job properly," he
mocked her. Little Bear could feel her cheeks flush with anger
but kept her peace. Instead, she just held the head of his cock
in her mouth, waiting for him to order her to work it on him.

To her surprise he pulled it out so he could pour some more water
on the head so she could suck it up. Next he poured some on the
shaft of the cock before letting her lick it off. This quickly
became a game for Storm Cloud. Directing how and where her tongue
would lick him by dripping water on the spots. If her situation
had been different, and likewise the company, it was a game that
Little Bear easily could have found as funny and enjoyable as
Storm Cloud now did. Now, however, it was only annoying and most
of all frustrating since the small amount of water she got did
nothing to ease her thirst. After she had licked every spot on
his cock and balls once she could not stand it any more and
spoke.
"If you let me slake my thirst for real I'll suck your cock and
give you relief, afterwards I'll even make you ready so you can
take me for real," Little Bear offered defeated.
With a victorious grin Storm Cloud wordlessly held the water skin
to her lips and let her drink. He only let her have about five
large gulps before replacing the skin with his cock again. Even
if it did not slake her thirst it was enough to diminish it and
make her parched mouth moist again.
Little Bear knew it was pointless to complain. Instead she set
out to make good on her promise and begun working his cock with
her mouth.
Little Bear had always enjoyed pleasing a brave with her mouth
ever since she had done it the first time while in her teens. It
always gave her a rush to have a young man become putty in her
hands only because she suckled on his cock. The feeling of power
was especially strong when the brave had done some daring stunt
just to impress her enough to take him in her mouth in the first
place. Though, most of times she had sucked on a cock it had been
either as encouragement or repayment for the brave licking her
cave.
This time she had not expected to feel anything but resentment.
However, when her sucking made Storm Cloud's knees buckle forcing
him to kneel instead of squat in front of her, she felt an exited
tingle in her stomach. That even now tied up like this she would
have such power over him.
Still, that power was somewhat curbed since her bonds prevented
her from moving her mouth up and down him like she wanted. It was
the cause for some frustration for her and obviously for him to
since he after awhile started to thrust his cock in and out of
her mouth.
At first he was gentle but soon his thrust increased in speed and
power. Not to mention depth. She gagged every time the head
touched the back of her throat but he took no notice of it.
Instead, the constrictions her gagging cause seemed to make him
more determined to shove his shaft down her throat. Fortunately,
the position she was bound in with her hanging head seemed to
ease the entrance of her throat. It only took him a few thrust to
slip the head down her throat and once there it did not take long
before her gagging went away.
As he begun fucking her mouth in earnest Little Bear's earlier
excited tingle disappeared to be replaced with a deep seething
shame over being taken like this. Still, he was gentle enough so
that once her initial gagging passed she did not feel any
physical discomfort but nonetheless she was glad that he did not
last long.
Storm Cloud came in her mouth without warning but that was how it
always had been with other braves too so Little Bear just
swallowed his load as fast as possible, the spirits demanded it.
A man's white offering contained part of his life-spirit,
therefore it should not be wasted but should end up in a woman's
belly. Of course, Little Bear knew that when it went down this
way it could not mingle with her own life-spirit to create a new
life but even entering her belly this way honoured it.

Once Storm Cloud was done, he pulled out and sat down gasping for
breath.
"Your mouth was just as good as I'd imagine it," he said panting.
"Can't wait to see if your pussy is just as good."
Little Bear ignored his comment instead she tried to regain her
own breath so she could beg for more water.
"Please, give me some more water. I'm so thirsty," she pleaded.
"Didn't I taste good enough for you? You want to wash the taste
away?" he asked snidely.
"No no, you tasted great. Better than anyone else, in fact. It's
just that I'm so parched," Little Bear said desperate not to
offend him. The truth was that he did not taste any different
from any other man and Little Bear kind of liked the taste, both
of the cock and the offering. The only bad taste she was
experiencing was the thought of whom she had just serviced and no
amount of water could wash that away.
"Just pulling your leg," Storm Cloud said with a smug chuckle and
gave her some more to drink. Little Bear called him ever foul
name she could come up with in her mind as she drank from the
skin.
"Better?" he asked when he removed the skin.
"Yes, thank you," she said sincerely. Even though her thirst had
not been slaked completely it had diminished enough for it to no
longer be intrusive.
Storm Cloud put down skin on the ground and sat down beside her.
He begun squeezing and playing with her breast and nipples.
"You always had great breasts. You know I used to spy on you when
you used to swim naked," he told her.
"I know," she said and when she saw his surprised expression
continued. "What? You didn't think we girls know when the boys
where spying on us. While you boys are skilled at sneaking up on
foes and prey alike. I bet you don't do it while stroking
yourself," she said with a grin.
"Perhaps not," Storm Cloud admitted with a chuckled.

He leaned down and took one nipple in his mouth. This freed up
one hand that he instead slipped between her thighs. He began
alternating between tugging and pulling on her nether lips and
rubbing his hand up and down the length of her slit. Despite the
shame she had felt giving him pleasure with her mouth the same
act had also made her start to moisten. Storm Cloud's caresses of
her body, crude that they were, soon had her wet and ready to be
taken.
Little Bear knew that she would die this day; Storm Cloud would
never release her, so enjoying sex as much as she did, Little
Bear looked forward to experiencing it one last time even if it
was with Storm Cloud.
"Want me to get you hard now so you can take me?" she asked
excited. Despite their personal differences and her situation or
rather because them, she felt an excited tingle she had never
felt before.
"Yes, at last I will make you my woman," Storm Cloud answered
with a huge grin. He quickly knelt at her head again and fed her
his already stiffening prick. She held it in her mouth and gently
teased it into growing to its full length. Once it was hard,
Storm Cloud pulled out and went around her before kneeling again,
this time between her spread knees.
Holding his dick in one hand, he rubbed the head up and down
between the lips before sliding the head in. Taking hold of her
hips, he pushed the rest of the cock inside of her in one smooth
motion making them both moan.
"Your pussy is squeezing me so tight. This is even better than
I've imagined," he grunted and reached up grabbing her tits in
each hand before pulling out and slamming his cock back in.

He fucked her with hard deep thrusts, making her grunt every time
his pelvis mashed into her groin. He made the fucking all about
himself, not caring about what Little Bear felt. It was almost a
sort of masturbation but Little Bear did not care because it felt
great and he soon had her near the edge. Though for some reason
she would not reach the peak no matter how much she wanted to and
she became more and more frustrated for every minute that went
by. Storm Cloud fucked her like this for a quarter of an hour
before he came with a roar. The feeling of her childhood arch
rival filling her womb with his hot cum finally pushed her over
the edge. Her orgasm was so strong that she blacked out for a
moment. When her vision returned she saw Storm cloud looking down
at her with a smug look.
"You liked that, didn't you? Don't you regret not agreeing to
become my wife," he said.
"I still would not want to be your wife," she said firmly. "But
going to bed with you is another matter," she admitted.
"Well, now you have done it," he said and pulled out. Like her
Father he wiped himself clean on her pubes before standing up.
"Will you release me?" Little Bear asked as he dressed.
"Don't be silly. No one cares that I came here and fucked but to
free you from your punishment would make me a criminal," he said
and shook his head. He turned and started to walk away.
"WAIT! Please, before you go give me some more water to drink,"
Little Bear begged.
Storm Cloud turned around and came back. Holding the water skin
to her lips, he let her drink her fill before leaving without
another word.



As the sun neared noon the gully Little Bear was in felt like the
inside of an oven and the air shimmered from the heat. Soon she
was parched again from the sun's burning rays and she started to
become delirious. When noon had passed she began slipping in and
out of conscious. As she passed out one last time she knew that
she would be dead when the sun set for the day.

Little Bear woke up because she was freezing. That she was
freezing seemed strange to her but not as strange as the fact
that she woke up. She wondered if she had passed away for real
now and if it was the chill of death that was making her freeze.
Her whole body ached as she tried to move. Opening her eyes she
noticed that it was early morning and that the sun was beginning
to rise. Near by she could smell meat frying. As she tried to
turn around she noticed that she had a blanket over her and
underneath she was naked. Not that it bothered her. That was how
she usually slept.
"I see you're awake now, girl," an unfamiliar voice said in the
white man's tongue and she heard someone move closer. Rolling
over she saw a white man dressed in blue jeans, a red shirt and a
black hat. His hair was of the strange golden colour that only
white men seemed to have and an equally strange bushy beard
covered his face and a part of his chest. Little Bear was no good
at estimate age among the white people but she guessed the man
was near her father's age. His clothes were dusty and he did not
look all to clean. Behind him burned a small fire with a frying
pan filled with bacon and near by stood a mule grazing.
"Easy now," the man said as Little Bear tried to sit up. It made
her dizzy and she fell back down. The man lifted her head
carefully and held a canteen filled with water against her lips.
"Drink this," the man said and Little Bear eagerly did. Once she
had drunk about a cupful the man removed the flask.
"Now lie down and rest while I fix some breakfast for us. You
where almost dead when I found you yesterday," he said. Little
Bear nodded and lied back down again.
"You understand English?" he asked.
"Yes, little," she answered. Her tribe had been visited by
missionaries from the white man's church when she had been a
child. They had tried to make her people believe in their own
Great Spirit and his Son but they had also tried to teach her
people speak the white man's tongue so many in her tribe could
speak some of it and almost all understood most of it. A few like
the Chief, the Medicine-man and a few of the older braves could
speak it and even read it.
"Good, now rest," the man said and went back to the fire.

He busied himself with the cocking while Little Bear laid back
and tried to overcome her dizziness. After a couple of minutes
the man came back with a tin plate full of bacon, a slice of
bread and a cup of full of black liquid the man called coffee. It
was warm and tasted bitter but had a sweet after taste.
"I had a nip of bourbon in the coffee to help you recover," the
man said, not that Little Bear knew what bourbon was but she felt
grateful for his aid.
The man studied her as she sat wrapped in her blanket, eating
bacon with her fingers and drinking coffee.
"So," he said slowly, "want to tell me who strung you up like
that?" he asked.
"Strung up?" Little Bear said not understanding.
"Tied you up on that log," the man explained.
"Spirit walkers," she told him.
"Spirit walkers eh? All right, can you tell why they did it?"
"So I go to the spirit world."
"And you would have if I hadn't come along. Guess, I won't get
any sense out of you," the man said and was quiet for a minute
looking at you.
"Guess, proper introductions is in order seeing how I'm sitting
in the middle of nowhere with a naked dam, even if she's an
injun. I'm Joseph Muller but you can call me Joe," Joe said.
"Joe," Little Bear said and tasted on the strange name.
"That's right and what's your name, girl?" Joe asked
"Little Bear," she said and pointed at herself.
"Well, pleased to meet you Little Bear," Joe said with a smile.
"So do you belong to a tribe near here?" he asked.
Little Bear felt a pang of sorrow in her chest from the question
when she remembered that she had been banned and left to join the
spirits.
"No tribe," she said sadly, knowing that even if she lived she
could no longer go back.
"Oh, so do you belong to one farther away then?"
"Belong to no tribe," Little Bear clarified.
"I see, so you have any friends near here then?"
"No friends."
"So you're all alone then," he said and she nodded.
"Damnation girl, what are we going to do with you?" Joe said
brusquely all of a sudden. "You want to live with Indians? I
could take you to nearest Indian agent," Joe said.
The question took her with surprise. She did not know what to do,
mostly because she had not thought she would live. But she
realized that she could not go back to her or any other tribe,
not after being declared an outcast and left to go to the spirit
world. All of the tribes nearby would treat her like a ghost.
"Can not live Indians," Little Bear said.
"You can't. Well, then you want to live with white men then?"
Little Bear suddenly knew that was exactly what she could do.
Though the only women of her people that she knew of that was
living in the white man's world let men bed them for money.
Little Bear was not so sure she wanted to do that but her old
life was gone and the spirits had not claimed her, which must
mean they wanted her to live in the white world and that meant
bedding men for money. Maybe it was part of her punishment but if
the spirits wanted it the Little Bear would do it.
"Yes live white man's world," Little Bear nodded reluctantly.
"All rights, that's settled then. Now we just have to figure out
what to do with you. You know any work you can do?" he asked.
"No white man work."
"Then what are you going to live from?"
Little Bear shrugged not knowing. "You choose. I owe life debt to
you so my life belong you."
"Is that so?" Joe said with a hungry smile. "Well, I guess I
could sell you to a whorehouse."
"Whorehouse?" Little Bear asked about the unfamiliar word.
"Men go there to fuck girls like you," Joe explained and Little
Bear nodded in understanding. It was just as she had expected.
"Only trouble is I'm heading up in the mountains to do some gold
searching and don't plan to come near a town for a couple of
months." he said and looked at her. "Still it could be nice to
have some company especially as pretty as you. Can you cook?"
"Yes."
"Clean and wash?"
"Yes," she said nodding.
"Good. Now if I bring you along as my squaw will you give me any
trouble?"
"No, Joe," Little Bear said.
"You understand that you'll have to do everything s squaw would
including sharing my bed."
"Yes, Joe. I be good squaw." Little Bear told him.
"Great, why don't you come over here and show me just how good a
squaw you are," Joe said with a grin, unbuttoning his pants and
pulling out his cock and balls.
Little Bear shrugged off her blanket and stood. Joe stared at her
nude body with a huge grin.
She knelt down beside him and took him in her mouth. As she
sucked him Joe caressed her butt before rubbing her pussy. He
slipped a couple of fingers inside of her and soon their pumping
made wet noised from her juices. Little Bear grunted in pain and
surprise as Joe pushed his calloused thumb up her butt hole. She
had never had anything there before and it felt strange.
"I can't wait until you are a bit stronger so I can fuck your
cunt and ass," Joe said groaning.
Little Bear had never heard of men sticking their cocks in the
women's butts before but she reminded herself that this was the
white man's world and their customs was different. So to fit in
she would let Joe stick his cock up her butt.
As she sucked him she thought about how she had reached this
point. Her old life was over; she had died and been reborn.
Little Bear had a feeling that her life in the white man's world
would depend on how much men enjoyed sticking their cocks inside
her. That Joe did was obvious a moment later as he flooded her
mouth with his offering and Little Bear as she swallowed it down
realized that the only thing she was certain of that the future
had in store for her was just that, of having to drink white
men's offerings.