Captive Travelers (9 page)

“Why did you trade her to the farmer?”

Tocho shrugged. “It was a good horse.”

In truth, Tocho had noticed the farmer becoming despondent and angry, and it was beginning to show in the wheat. While the Wehali had control over the field, Tocho was responsible for the crop. Henry had threatened to burn the field, if he was not given a woman. Tocho was left no choice but to give him Sahkyo. He had insisted on taking the farmer’s finest horse to convince his tribe he had traded her.

Tocho had returned a few times to be with her, glaring at Henry and pulling her to the barn. The passion was still there, and he had never searched for another woman. The last time Tocho was with her he returned the next day and found her covered in bruises and welts. She finally admitted that Henry beat her after Tocho would visit. The farmer was angry, because she denied him the pleasure she shared with her Indian. The shaman’s casting had predicted the separation, but it was hard for Tocho to understand. He could not allow Henry to beat her, so Tocho had not been back to her for many years.

They rode in silence until just after dark, and they stopped in the small clearing with the tethering bough. When Aubrey tried to walk back to Kayla, Nashoba snapped her leash. “Wacasa,” he scolded. “Stay away from her.” He yanked on her leash and Aubrey stumbled. The man snapped it again, and he pulled her to the opposite side of the circle. He sat down and pulled her next to him. Nashoba noticed that these two girls had a very strong bond that would be difficult to break. Waka seemed to be the easiest to separate, as she was primarily interested in herself.

Kayla sat on the ground between Ahiga and Tocho. Neither she nor Aubrey missed the cruel looks from the Indians. She had tried to cover her breasts with her arms but the Indians knocked her hands away. Now, her wrists were tied together behind her back.

When Clara said that the Indians would humiliate them, Aubrey thought it would be with names and words. She was beginning to realize how much Clara left out. Aubrey had stopped trying to hide her breasts after Nashoba had pulled her hands away twice and she saw Kayla’s hands tied behind her. She managed to kneel in such a way as to tuck the golden curls of her pussy between her thighs. Aubrey was exhausted, and she stared at the ground, silently crying.

The Indians lit a small fire and spoke in their strange language. They would laugh occasionally, and look at their captives. Usually, Kayla was the brunt of their joking. It was an hour later, when the other two Indians arrived… alone.

“Where’s Cici?” Aubrey cried out. “Oh god, what did you do with her?”

Nashoba gripped the noose and dragged her face towards his. Their eyes were inches apart, and Aubrey gasped. “You will be silent, Wacasa.” His deep voice was low, his eyes intense with warning. She felt his fingers caressing her hair. “Pleasing me is your only concern.” He released her, and she stared at the fire with tears shining her cheeks.

The Indians began speaking in their strange dialect again while they ate. Neither Aubrey nor Kayla was offered anything.

“Waka is hobbled?” Nashoba asked Soquila.

“Yes, and we put sleeping juice in her dinner. She was very tired, anyway. She has a lot of muscle beneath the fat.” Cici would be kept drugged at night so she would not be disturbed by sounds from the camp. She was on the other side of the small stream.

Kohana glanced at Kayla, and cupped his groin. “What about the raven?”

Nashoba shrugged. “The shaman says she cannot be used until he cleanses her, but the capture party has first rights to her.”

“I hope to be busy with Waka,” Soquila suggested.

“You wish to tame her?” Nashoba asked.

“I will ask your father. She will have a lot to offer, I think.” Soquila was fairly certain that if he delivered her not much leaner than when she was collected, Nashoba would speak for him.

Nashoba spread his legs and pulled Aubrey between his strong thighs. He gripped the back of the noose and dragged her head back to his chest. Aubrey gasped and made a futile attempt to bring her folded legs together. She had no chance to straighten them, and she remained in a kneeling position with her toes resting under her bottom, brushing against the Indian’s soft leather breechclout. With the awkward angle, she could not manage to bring her knees together. Nashoba fondled her breasts while her pink slit lay spread and exposed to the other savages. She quivered and tried to push away from him, but his grip on her breasts tightened and held her still.

“Taunt the deceitful raven,” Nashoba ordered. “You may not claim her until she is cleansed, but there is no reason her journey should be made in comfort. Let her feel the yearning she has imposed on the warrior she misled.”

Aubrey did not understand the words he had called out to the other savages, but she saw them moving towards Kayla. “No, please. Please don’t let them touch her. She didn’t do anything wrong,” Aubrey begged.

Nashoba looked down at her chest, watching her breasts rise and fall quickly with her frightened, panting breaths. His grip softened until he was merely holding the weight of her generous mounds in his hands, and his thumbs stroked over the taut nubs of her erect nipples. Their rosy color darkened with tightening response to his light brushes, and the pads of his fingers pinched gently, lengthening the swollen knobs.

Aubrey’s tear-filled eyes widened and she tried to pull away from him. His grip on her breasts tightened in warning, and she forced herself to lean back against his chest again. His hands resumed their gentle massages and stroking over her nipples. A flush of embarrassment heated her cheeks, when she felt her body responding to his caresses. Her pussy spasmed with his earthy masculine scent, and her cavern lubricated with creamy arousal of need. She was shocked and confused with her unwanted desire of the savage.

Nashoba felt her trembling, and he smiled in satisfaction. He kept his deep voice low, and whispered, “I was told you were passionate, Wacasa.”

“Stop,” Aubrey gasped. She raised her bound hands to push him away. “Please stop. Tell them not to hurt Kayla.”

Nashoba answered, “You are mine, Wacasa… and you will be punished if you speak of the raven again.” He brushed her hands away. “Lie still.” He punctuated the threat by twisting a sensitive nipple until she gasped and let out a small cry.

Aubrey closed her eyes when Kayla began to muffle frightened shrieks through her gag. She trembled against Nashoba’s chest with silent sobs, until his talented fingers began to cause quivers of another sort. Aubrey pulled her shoulders back into his tight chest, trying to stop the seductive brushes and rolling pinches on her nipples. His hand scooped up a breast, and he squeezed massaging fingers into the flesh before returning his attention to her tightened tip.

While Aubrey was lost in building sensations, Kayla lay sprawled on the ground. Tocho held her arms over her head while two more savages gripped an ankle and kept her legs spread. Ahiga, the man who had been leading her, knelt between her thighs. His fingers spread her dark curls and exposed the liquid heat seeping along her slit, to the cool night air.

Men were mauling her breasts with excruciatingly slow caresses, while Ahiga ran a finger up and down her soaked crevice. His gaze never left her cleft, and he watched, as despite her fear it was not long before her hips responded and pushed up into his hand. Kayla cried in exhaustion and humiliation. There were too many hands gently caressing and coaxing, until her body gave up the struggle to ward off her aroused feelings.

Two long fingers began to plunge inside her in a slow, educated dance that was accompanied by a thumb strumming her clit. Kayla closed her eyes and felt her mind become light, and she washed into the sensation. As soon as her channel began to convulse around the thrusting fingers in climax, the Indian removed them. Kayla felt a sharp slap against her sensitive folds. Her eyes opened wide and she shook her head while she shrieked behind the gag. Ahiga stared into her tearing blue eyes, slapping her pussy until her spasms stopped, and then the Indians began the torture all over again.

“You deny our warrior in the other spirit world… so you shall be denied here.” Tocho glared down at her. Three more times they brought her to climax, only to slap her pussy before she could enjoy fulfillment from her orgasm.

At last, the Indians finished their game, and when Nashoba lifted Aubrey back onto her knees, Kayla was once more sitting between Ahiga and Tocho. She looked shocked and humiliated, and her eyes were red from crying. Aubrey continued to kneel between Nashoba’s legs, glancing over at Kayla occasionally. Heeding Nashoba’s threat for the most part, Aubrey tried to force herself to stare into the fire.

The Indians were frightening. They moved in a fluid, stalking, silent grace that was unnerving for men their size. It reminded Aubrey of when Kayla reached her ‘zone’ in the race and ran with unwasted movements towards the finish line.

Since Aubrey stopped speaking, Nashoba ignored her. The soft leather of his breeches brushed against her arms when he reached for more jerky or water. Aubrey felt Nashoba’s hand slip over the surface of her braid a few times. His touch was so light that she did not know if it was intentional. Aubrey was still confused that during the terrifying, exhausting ordeal, her nipples peaked and her pussy spasmed whenever the savage touched her. She could not understand her sexual attraction to the Indian… but she also could not deny it.

Tocho sat across from them, and Aubrey caught the connection that he and Nashoba were good friends. He seemed to study her more than the others, and Aubrey came to the uncomfortable conclusion that Tocho was making sure she had nothing to do with Kayla.

The fire died down and Aubrey wanted to stoke it, to throw another branch on the embers so she would not be left in darkness with Nashoba. The chatter of the harsh clipped words when they spoke kept her mind frozen and unable to think beyond terrifying thoughts of what the savages had planned for them. When the two Indians left for Cici and others curled away from the fire to sleep, Aubrey kept remembering the gruesome sight of Clara’s pierced nipple.

Kayla began to whimper when her wrists were tied to her ankles, bowing her backwards. Ahiga and Tocho pulled her out of Aubrey’s sight. Aubrey wanted to stop them, but she felt Nashoba’s hand on her shoulder when she stiffened to rise. “No, Wacasa,” his deep voice ordered. He tied Aubrey’s wrists behind her, but he left her ankles free.

He rose to his feet and pulled her up. Aubrey trembled when he led her away from the fire. Nashoba removed the noose and lay down on a patch of grass. He looked up at the frightened woman. Her green eyes were wide and brimming tears, and her top teeth scraped softly on her full bottom lip. His eyes traveled lower, across her pale breasts glowing in the moonlight and tipped by rose-colored nipples that had tightened… either through her fear or the slight chill. Her body tapered in at the waist and blossomed out to comfortable hips. Golden curls barely hid the small lips of her sex. Nashoba’s shaft throbbed, aching to be inside her. It would have to wait until her preparation. “Wacasa.” He patted the ground beside him, and watched her nervously drop to her knees.

Aubrey quivered and cried silently. His warm hand gripped her arm and pulled her down until she was lying beside him. She felt the lean strength of his body pressed up against her. His fingers never moved to caress her, though one strong arm pulled her tightly against his chest. It was many hours before her eyes closed, and her nostrils flared when she inhaled his masculine scent as she slept. She turned and moved against his warm body when the chilled dawn approached.

In the morning, Kayla was relieved to finally have her gag removed. Every fiber of her being wanted to shriek at the Indians, but she forced herself to keep quiet. It was torment enough to walk with the noose around her neck, and the gag stifled her breathing further. The women were fed jerky and plenty of water before the Indians mounted their horses and led them west.

They marched the same as they had done the previous day, with the two girls spaced three horses apart so they could not speak. Ahiga and Nashoba would occasionally stop their horses and offer their captives a warm drink of water from the flasks they kept tied to their hips.

Kayla watched Aubrey trudging behind Nashoba’s horse. Cici must have left with two missing Indians, and Kayla did not know what that meant. It seemed the leader had chosen Aubrey. As for herself, it seemed they all despised her. Kayla had never experienced such a venomous response to her presence. Her exotic beauty and welcoming smile had no affect on these men… especially the man leading her, who glared into her eyes when he was forced to offer her water.

If not for the viciousness in his expression, he would be devilishly handsome. He was not as tall as the leader, but his body was honed to perfection. His belly and abs were tight, and around one muscled bicep he wore a black band with leather fringe and beads. Kayla noticed that when the other Indians laughed and joked, Ahiga’s expression never changed from stoic cruelty.

Kayla could not understand why Hehewuti had done this to her, and to involve her friends was unimaginable. The old woman had admitted that she knew of her grandson’s failings, and she was well aware he had stolen from her.

Kayla thought hard, trying to figure out why this happened. The first time Kayla had met Hehewuti, the Indian seemed genuinely pleased. She was proud that Bobby had found a smart, pretty girl, and the old woman had bragged about Kayla to her tribal friends.

When they broke up, Bobby had been pissed off, but he seemed to accept it was over. Kayla remembered Bobby saying that his grandmother would be upset. At the time, she thought it was a strange thing for him to say. Now, Kayla wondered if Hehewuti was more upset about how
she
would look to others when the breakup happened.

Maybe it was not so much about her grandson, but there would be no way to get these people to listen. Hehewuti had been so nice the day they met, and it hurt Kayla to admit that Aubrey was right and it had all been planned to destroy her and her friends.