Chapter 3: Safe Passage

They all slept through the night. This is unusual in the 1870's, where everybody starts up at sunrise and usually work well into the night. They had slept almost twenty straight hours.

Billy was cooking dinner while Samuel was thinking what they should be doing next. Colleen just stared blankly to the wall, still naked as a jaybird except for knee socks and shoes.

"So what do yuh think unc?" Inquired Jeremiah.

"I think that we've worn out our welcome in this county boy," he told him. "It's time we be movin' on."

"Yeh, I figured as much," Jeremiah agreed.

"After we eat, we be movin' on," Samuel gave out his orders. "I figure West, towards Denver."

"What about her Pa?" Billy asked.

Colleen looked up, also curious to her fate.

"We'll take her along till we come across a farm and set her loose," he said after consideration. "We wanna thank ya fur yur company Missy. It's been a pleasure for all of us. Especially yuh, I think though."

Colleen dropped her eyes in shame, knowing exactly what he meant by that last remark. And yes, it was a pleasurable experience despite her upbringing. How could she ever look her family in the eyes again. Or walk the streets back home.

She started wondering if Hank might not be in need of a new whore in his saloon. If she could believe Samuel, she apparently could out perform all of them. She shook her head trying to clear those thoughts from her mind.

They ate and got ready to hit the trail West. Jeremiah tossed the short poncho to Colleen once more. She reluctantly put it on, remembering the painful friction that it would likely inflict of her poor nipples.

They walked out to the coral where Billy had finished saddling the horses. They mounted and headed further away from her home of Colorado Springs.

They stayed clear of the roads so as to not attract attention to themselves, keeping to the woods. This was not a pleasant experience to Colleen. For each branch were scraping against her bare legs as they bore through the thick underbrush.

After an hour of this Samuel called a halt. There, before them, was a band of twelve renegade Indians, better known as 'Dog Soldiers'. Colleen was fully aware of the savagery of their attacks. She didn't blame them though, for she knew that they were driven to it by sadistic Indian Agents sent from Washington. But they're presence was still a danger to them.

"What'll we do, Pa?" Asked a visibly worried Billy.

"Too many to shoot our way out," Jeremiah added.

"Hush boys," Samuel instructed them. "Let me do the talkin'."

He slowly advanced towards the one he thought was the leader of the band.

"Howdy chief!" He greeted him.

"Humph!" Was the Dog Soldier's only reply.

"We... we don' mean to barge in or nuthin'," he tried to reassure them. "We wus just passin' through," he tried to explain.

"Trade?" Asked the Indian.

"Trade," Samuel asked. "Yuh wanna trade for safe passage. Shure, shure we can do that, can't we boys."

Both young men nodded they're heads eagerly in agreement. As Samuel and the Indian leader approached, he pulled out a wad of money they had stolen and offered it to the Indian.

"No good!" Was the warrior's only reply.

"What else can we offer him Uncle Samuel?" Asked a now worried Jeremiah.

Just the a gleam of an idea entered Samuel's mind. He rode up to Colleen and pulled aside the poncho, revealing her naked body underneath.

"We give yuh this here squaw whore for passage," he grinned at the Indians. "Agreed?"

Colleen looked down in shame at being exposed so freely and called a whore. She was also shocked that he was trying to give her away like he would an old farm animal. But then again, they had been treating her as property ever since they had abducted her at the Bank, in Colorado Springs.

The Indian approached and looked her over closely. Colleen could just notice movement under his loincloth, and knew immediately that he was definitely interested in her. He pinched her nipples, which in its sensitive state brought out a gasp of breath from her sensuous lips as she closed her eyes. He then probed her pussy, only to discover how wet she was.

The Indian grabbed hold of the reins of her horse and led her back to his band of renegades. Samuel and the boys were sure that a deal had been made and were getting ready to get going on their way.

Just as the leader reached his warriors he gave them a signal and they attacked the shocked trio. The battle only lasted an instant, leaving behind three dead, pincushioned with arrows and scalped bank robbers.

The Dog Soldiers rode off taking along their prize, Colleen, back to their camp. The ride wasn't long, twenty minutes at most. But it was at a fast clip, and the bouncing caused Colleen's breast to bounce painfully against the rough material of the poncho, as well as driving her clit painfully against the saddle horn.

Once at the camp, the warriors all dismounted. She noticed a pack of dogs wandering the camp, not unlike Sully's own Wolf. So she assumed that these were also wolves that the Indians had domesticated for themselves. They would use them for guarding and hunting most likely.

The leader strode up to Colleen's horse and dragged her down, causing her to fall painfully on her knees before him. Grabbing her by the hair, he pulled her painfully to her feet and pushed her towards the campfire. Once there he brutally removed the poncho from her body and tossed it away. She did nothing to cover her body.

The days spent in the hands of the Ferguson's had all but eliminated her modesty. Besides, the best she could have done with her hands tied as they were, would be to cover her young tits from view and keep her legs together as best she could.

She expected to be gang-raped then and there, but nothing happened. Food was being prepared over the fire. A waterskin was being passed around. When all of the warriors had been fed, the leader offered her some of the leftover. She accepted it gratefully. She knew from Cloud Dancing how good food preparation in the Indian way was, and enjoyed this feast.

After she had had her fill, she washed the greasy residue from her hands at the creek nearby, guarded by one of the warriors. Upon returning to the campfire, she noticed that the other warriors were passing around a pipe in some sort of ceremony. Her escort shoved her towards the circle of Cheyenne warriors.

She joined the circle and found herself sitting next to the chief that had taken her. He gave her the pipe, and with hand signals was instructing her to participate. She hesitantly took a puff, causing her to cough uncontrollably, this being her first experience in smoking.

The Warriors just laughed at her inaptitude and encouraged her to try again. She did so. This time she didn't find it as unpleasant, and took another puff.

This ceremony continued for a long time. The same pipe going full circle and returning once more to Colleen's. By this time she was starting to feel slightly dizzy and she couldn't understand why. She looked from one side of the circle to the other. She noticed that they were getting a bit fuzzy to her. Looking across the fire she saw three of the Dog Soldiers removing their loincloth displaying unusually long dicks.

She couldn't quite understand why she wasn't shocked or afraid by their brazenness. In fact, despite the coolness of the night she was feeling slightly warm. She felt something probing her vagina and slowly looked down to see two sets of hands playing with her there. It was the Indians on either side of her.

It finally dawned on her that the weed they were smoking earlier had placed her into a drugged state of nonresistance. After what the Bank robbers had put her through, she felt that she wouldn't have objected to these Warriors advances even if she were of clear mind.

The leader started sucking on one of her sore nipples, causing her to moan in pleasure. This reaction brought a smile to the faces of the dozen naked Indians surrounding her now. Looking through her dazed eyes, she couldn't help but be amazed at the power of the female body over the male of the species. Of any species for that matter, remembering the ram.

'How pathetic men are?' She thought, as she spurted a drugged giggle.

The Dog Soldiers, true to their name (pun), spun her onto her hands and knees to take her doggie fashion.

Colleen could feel numerous hands playing with her sensitive breast as she received a first Indian into her womb. This was a savage, uncontrolled fuck. The Indian pounded with all his might into her, creating a loud slapping sound each time his groin struck her butt. He lasted only a few minutes but was replaced immediately by the next one, and the next, and another after that.

Underneath, Colleen felt as if it was one single long fuck. As the sixth man came into her, she reached for one of the men playing with her tits and grabbed him by his nuts.

He yelled in surprise. Once he recovered from his shock, he found the sensation not unpleasant at all and allowed her to continue. Colleen then pulled him around so that he was now facing her head. Looking up into this Warrior's eyes, she smiled and took his manhood into her mouth and started sucking him with gusto.

This was something that the native Americans never practiced. To them, fucking served a purpose, procreation. What this crazy white woman was doing, could not.

The others stopped and looked at the crazy white squaw and then to the pleasure filled look of their comrade. They then returned to their own ministrations. Another took up where the last left off at her pussy. Colleen was enjoying her own snack and the amount of cum leaking out of her pussy felt soooo good to her, she hoped that it would never end.

As her ravished body continued to service these fighters she continued sucking on the one that she had trapped within her lips. The leader was himself enjoying the vision of this captive squaw being so experienced. He returned to playing with her hanging breast, ducking under her body to suckle one of her sensitive nipples in his mouth. Another of his warriors followed suit and started on her other nipple.

Nine of the Dog Soldiers had already been serviced by her, with the tenth finally unloading in her mouth. That only left the two on her breast that she hadn't received their jism. She got up and pushed the leader onto his back and then she climbed on top of him and eagerly guided his stiff cock into her cum drenched pussy.

Once inside of her, she tried to get the last of the Indians to mount her in her asshole. He couldn't understand what she was seeking, for he didn't speak English. But seeing her upturned ass, and still feeling the effects of the doped up pipe he climbed aboard nonetheless.

But not knowing anything about the perversity that Colleen had learned in the past couple of days, he tried to direct his hard cock to her already occupied vagina. Pushing in squirming, he continued to try to get inside that familiar area. Colleen almost burst out laughing at his useless attempt.

'How can he expect to get in there?' She thought.

Imagine her surprise when he did in fact slip his cock in her pussy, right alongside his leader's. All she could do was gasp in pleasure. This was as close as she had gotten to being filled since the ram had had her the day before.

"Oh! My! God! Two cocks!" She cried out loud. "I don't believe it, but lord I love it."

None of the warriors, of course knew what she was saying. All they could do was look on in amazement as this white squaw was taking two of their companions in a place made for one. Slowly, but steadily, their man tools were reviving for a second round.