Horrified, Liz looked away and caught the eyes of the second savage on horseback! He gave her no sense of recognition, yet while holding her gaze, twisted his spear in Jessica’s dead body and pulled the bloodied shaft from her chest.
~Wagon Train Massacre!~
~I~
At first, she thought it was a bad dream. Filtering through the gray shadows of her awakening consciousness, she felt the wagon trembling and creaking under her, and in the distance, worried shouts and a scream. Laying there for a moment, her thoughts solidified and her dream became the reality of her family’s rattling wagon being pulled at a gallop. In the six weeks of traveling across country with the other settlers, this had never happened before.
Sitting up, she called past the hanging clutter of their belongings to her mother, “Mom, what’s happening? Are we in a race?”
“Ssshhh… hon!” her mom hissed. “Get down and cover up. Try to hide yourself as best you can!” Confused, Liz started to get up when she heard a gunshot close by, and then a terrifying yelling rushed past their wagon. She turned and looked out the back in time to see a savage Indian warrior ride past on a painted horse, spear held high in the air. To her horror, young Mr. Tant, driving the wagon behind them, was distracted by something his wife was pointing a shotgun at, and never saw the savage who hurled his spear through Mr. Tant’s chest. Tangled in the reins, Mr. Tant fell from the wagon, the horses rounded to his pull and in an instant the wagon overturned in a cloud of dust throwing Mr. Tant’s young new bride, Jessica, into the dust and long brown grass of the Great Plains.
Liz’s wagon abruptly came to a halt, and peeking from under her quilt, Liz watched as a dazed Jessica stumbled to her feet. Gunshots erupted from the front of Liz’s wagon and another Indian rode past. Seeing the dazed Jessica standing in the open, the Indian veered his galloping horse and ran her down, his foaming steed knocking her violently to the earth. The young savage leapt off his horse and ran back to grab Jessica by her hair and pull her to the protection of her overturned wagon.
“Oh my God, mama!” Liz cried and hid under her blanket; they were being attacked by Indians! She had heard stories of the savages of the plains, and like a nightmare, the stories were coming true.
Gunfire erupted from beyond the front of the wagon yet Liz watched mesmerized as the Indian threw Jessica to the ground behind the overturned wagon and started to tear at her flimsy cotton dress. Her dress tore easily under his powerful brown arms and when she was bare except for her panties, the savage tore at those, half pulling, half tearing them as he jerked them down her legs. Pushing his leather pants to his knees, he spread her long legs and lay between them. At the first buck of his hips, Jessica came to and she tried to sit up and strike at the savage, only to be roughly pushed down and held by her arms as his hips started to buck furiously into her.
“Help me! Oh my god, help!” she heard Jessica scream as she struggled under the young Indian, her creamy white breasts jiggling back and forth to the savage’s ministrations.
Initially the savage seemed immune to her cries, yet, pausing in his violent ravaging of her, he released her arms to grab her by the neck and pin her to the dusty ground as his bucking hips slammed into her again more furiously than ever. Liz heard Jessica’s choked cries and watched as she tore at the young savage mounting her with her now free hands, until yet another savage roughly pulled his horse to a stop above her. Watching curiously as the first savage rode the pinned, scratching and fighting girl, he said a few words in a guttural tongue. Gaining speed, the first savage replied back and suddenly releasing the young woman, sat up so the horseback Indian could drive his jagged spear through Jessica’s chest. Frozen, pinned to the ground, Jessica gurgled as the first young savage bucked wildly into her until throwing back his head, gave an eerie cry unlike anything Liz had heard and slammed his rigid body hard into the pierced girl, his cum filling her dying body.
Horrified by what she was witnessing, yet unable to tear her eyes away, she watched as the satiated young Indian stood over her dead friend’s body and pulled his jerkins up over his still throbbing cock. Dressed, he pulled a bone handled knife from a scabbard at his waist and kneeling over her, took Jessica’s long black hair in one hand. Horrified, Liz looked away and caught the eyes of the second savage on horseback! He gave her no sense of recognition, yet while holding her gaze, twisted his spear in Jessica’s dead body and pulled the bloodied shaft from her chest.
Liz scrambled from her covers and worked her way to the front of the wagon, her ears again hearing the gunshots and yells of the battle around her. Terrified as she heard the savage’s horse approach and stop behind her wagon, she pushed the pots and drying wash aside only to see her Mother’s body slumped across the buckboard, arrow points protruding from her back, and her stepfather lying motionless in the dust beside the terrified horses. Another savage with red and black war paint streaked across his face and chest suddenly arose in front of the wagon as though from the ground before her and Liz froze, speechless, her mind shutting down in a silver electric static as her vision clouded around the edges and she passed out.
~ II ~
A hot tongue rasping between her outstretched breasts; dripping sweat, hard, calloused hands kneading her firm white breasts; …groaning…, the hot jet of cum pooling inside her again and again; the thrust of a firm tube of meat between her legs; the rim of a cock’s head as it slipped between the lips of her cunt and stretched her out and pushed in while a bitter tongue lapped at her nipple before hard edged teeth bit and tugged at her firm young breast…
Abruptly, Liz woke with a start. The greasy smell of rancid fat bit her nose as a hard body slid over her taut young flesh rhythmically, a thick cock penetrating between her outstretched legs in the dark. To her right, laughter and the crackling of a fire reached her ears while above her the deep panting of a long haired savage breathed down on her, his long hard cock thrusting slowly in and out between her outstretched thighs. Quickening his pace, the man reared back and ground his cock in her cunt, his balls pressing tight against her buttocks while he cupped and squeezed her bright young breasts, his cum jetting down his throbbing cock between the swollen lips of her pussy to fill her and drip onto the hard granite under her soft, sweaty buttocks. With a final sigh, the man pulled free and receded into the shadows. After a minute, another savage took his place.
Tied spread eagle across a boulder, her hands and feet were secured to thick stakes driven into the hard earth. Savage after savage took his turn with her in a nightmare of groping and squeezing, her visitors marveling over their hard dark cocks stretching her tight, white pussy, while they thrust deep; her young body jerking against the leather thongs of her lashings. Her pleas for mercy were met with laughter as young buck and old took their turn filling her tight cunt with hot pools of cum. When finished, they would go back to the light of the bonfire and drink heavily from the stores of liquor they had taken from the wagon train.
As the night wore on, she noticed the Indians were going off to visit other captives in the dark. At one point she heard her good friend Lisa cry out abruptly, but when Liz tried to call to her, a savage held a hand over her mouth and menaced her with a wicked looking knife.
Close to midnight, the savages had had their fill of her blonde pussy and she watched as they got drunk by the fire. One of the Indians, the one with the leather leggings, went off into the dark and came back pulling a stark naked Lisa by her hair. The savage threw her to the ground in the light of the fire to the laughter of the other Indians and dropped his leather leggings to reveal his thick, long cock. Standing over Lisa, he rolled her onto her stomach and wrapping her long dark hair in his fist, he straddled her ass. With his free hand he guided his throbbing cock between her young butt cheeks and with a grunt from the savage and a piercing scream from Lisa, drove his cock in her ass.
Screaming, thrashing under the savage’s piercing cock trying to free herself, Lisa clawed at the dirt while the savage yanked back on her hair and mimicked riding a horse to his laughing friends. Plunging into her again and again, his brown hips slapping against her white buttocks, his fucking became a frenzy as Lisa continued to wail under him. Her piercing cries shattered the stillness of the night and one of the savage’s friends put his hands over his ears with a laugh. Another older savage, not thinking it was as funny as his friend, gesticulated to the dark surrounding them and abruptly stood up, pulling a knife from a scabbard at this waist. Crouching before the tortured Lisa, her head stretched taught behind her by the grunting Indian plunging his cock in her ass, in one smooth motion he held her steady by the forehead with one hand while with the other drew the wicked blade of his knife across her throat, silencing her. Blood pooled blackly under her gaping throat as the savage rammed his cock hard in her ass one last time and with a groan, came deep inside her still body.
Finished, he pulled his leggings back up and dragged the lifeless body of Lisa out of the firelight. After a moment he returned, Lisa’s long black hair and bloody scalp still in his hand. His friends mimicked his riding a horse and laughed while they passed around another bottle of whiskey.
From the darkness behind her, Liz heard a horse neigh and the trampling of hooves. Alarmed, the Indians rushed off toward the sound. Some minutes passed and she could hear them settling the horses down. When they returned to the firelight, they were in good spirits and from their body language, seemed to be sharing a joke about a stallion and a mare. Laughing, all the men made fun of the buckskin man riding Lisa again and then stopped as one of them pointed in Liz’s direction. They pondered for a second and finding whatever they were discussing agreeable, passed the bottle again and staggered over to where Liz was stretched over the rock.
The savages made a big deal of acting like they were riding a horse while they gathered around her and some of them left to go to the horses. The others spent a moment fondling her appraisingly before one of the drunker Indians, his cock holding up the flap of his loin cloth like a flag pole, stood before her head dangling off the side of the rock. Turning his loin cloth so his cock was free, he said something laughingly to his friends and grabbing hold of Liz’s head on either side, pried open her mouth the way you would a dog’s. Stumbling a little in his drunkenness, he rubbed the head of his dark cock across her smooth face until he centered in on her open mouth. Leaning into her, he jammed his rigid cock hard into her mouth. Gagging, she tried to wriggle free but his tight grip kept her pinned against the rock as he drove into her moist mouth. Relentlessly, he ground it into her as her young body held captive across the top of the boulder struggled and strained against her lashings. With a grunt and an upward thrusting of his legs, he drove his cock deep into her throat until his balls were grinding into her face.
“Yee ha!” he said gutturally and circled his hand in the air, mocking the western cowboys he had seen one time at a rodeo. He pumped and thrust into her face and pulling out for a second, Liz gasped for air before he ground his cock back down her throat. Straining into her, he squeezed and tore at her breasts as her head thumped against the boulder from his violent fucking of her face. At last he went rigid, his cock straining to pierce her young body to the depths of her bosom as he pumped his hot cum down her gagging throat, when his friend in leather leggings appeared leading a painted young stallion.
The stallion had just been hard on the rut, causing the noise they had investigated earlier as it had tried to mount an unappreciative mare, and was blowing hard and prancing as its long, tubular cock slid in and out of its sheath. The Indian led the stallion to the girl as his fellows looked on. “Yee ha,” he said holding the agitated horse at bay. It took a moment, but the others realized what he had in mind and laughed, repeating yee ha to one another as they pointed at the horse and girl. Passing an almost empty bottle, they nodded in agreement and smiled with anticipation. The Indian who had just savaged her throat stood to the side and offered pointers as his friends helped guide the heavy animal over the girl.
“Oh my god, no!” Liz cried and shook back and forth at her leather bindings. “Please, no!” she cried as the skittish animal now stood above her and she felt its long wet tube of meat dance across her taught belly.
One of the Indians stooped under the stallion and guiding its massive cock with both hands, centered it vaguely against her pussy lips and let the horse do the rest. Tentatively, afraid of the noise from the begging young girl under it, the stallion didn’t know what to do at first, but as its massive cock stretched her lean thighs wide and the girl screamed against the tearing pressure, the horse felt her wet heat and the instinct to rut took over. With a powerful thrust it sank almost half its three feet of cock, the width of a man’s calf, deep in the screaming girl’s cunt.
“Ah! It’s tearing me!” she screamed as her torso bucked, the long cock of the horse showing like a ridge between her hips and down the middle of her thin stomach. The horse, mindless in its need to rut, stood too far above the girl to sink its pink shaft all the way home, so it hunched its rear over the girl, its hot, blowing belly now crushing the screaming girl against the rock, and with a powerful thrust of its two thousand pound body, sank its cock all the way in the girl.
The girl screamed in agony as its cock broke her frail pelvis and tore through her insides into her chest. As a last grunt of air was pushed from her lips by the powerful horse crushing her body, she felt her chest and abdomen fill with the hot liquid heat of its pumping cum before her world darkened and she was no more.