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 WARNING, the following is a erotic story if you for some reason, (legal, cultural, divine) is not allowed to read such filth make sure you don't get caught now or stop reading until it is safe. This story has no resemblance to the real world or any authentic Native American rituals. It's inspired by an old garage kit figure. For comments, praise, gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh or naughty suggestions; please just paste this link in your browsers address field and follow the instructions on the page that appear. http://www1.asstr.org/cgi-bin/ah_feedback.cgi?id=REFZROCBHEZXSGUZ YOIZ or send an e-mail to this address feedback.scytha@gmail.com Enjoy! Scytha ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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.