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The Indian Captive
by Jennifer Allison
This story is set in the late 1830's.
It had been two years since my older brother Mike disappeared.
We had been working with a mule train at the time. One night he stepped out from the circled wagons and never was seen again.
The next morning when he was discovered missing. The others and myself searched for him. We found where there was scuffle between him and a couple Indians. But nothing else. The Train Boss said he had been most likely taken prisoner. Then killed and there was nothing we could do about it.
It is now two years later. And for the first time since that horrible night I was back in the area where my brother disappeared.
I was traveling with five other men who looked like they could take care of themselves in any situation. All of them were known Indian fighters and hunters. Since the death of my brother I had become known as someone you would want to avoid with a passion.
Even though I was only seventeen.
On the fifth night on the trail we made a big mistake. We assigned Sam Bass to stand guard that night. What we didn't know was that Sam had a bottle.
By the time the Indians attacked Sam was dead drunk and soon just plain dead. We were able to get off a couple shots before the rest of us were overcome.
The last thing I remembered hearing before I lost consciousness. "Don't kill him. He is young enough for the medicine man to play his games with. Kill the rest."
As my mind started to clear. My senses took hold of where I was. The smells I smelled were like those found in a teepee. My hands were not tied. I could just make out a figure against the other side of the teepee. It was a squaw.
"I see you are a awake."
"You speak pretty good English."
"That is because I am white."
It must be early dawn cause I was able too see much better.
I then heard a rustle and sound like from a baby. As if she was alone the white squaw picked up a baby that looked like it was about a year old. The baby must have been hungry. With total disregard for my presence. The squaw pulled down her dress and started breast feeding the baby. I could also tell this squaw was very close to delivering another baby.
"When were you captured?" I asked.
"Two years ago."
"I lost a brother two years ago, too."
"It wasn't in this general area was it?"
"Yes it was. We were with a mule train, and he walked away one night. We found where he was captured. There wasn't anything we could do."
"Your brother's name wasn't Mike was it?"
"Yes it was."
"NO!" The squaw got up and ran out of the teepee.
Why did she do that?
I got up and looked around, finding nothing I could use to escape. When I tried to leave the teepee. A very big Indian brave just pointed his finger telling me to go back inside. I checked every so often. That same brave was sitting there. I found out his name was Bold Wolf. I realized any attempt for escape was impossible. The teepee I was in, sat in the middle of the camp.
I was given food and water. There had to be something in the food. I felt very weak.
I had no communication with any of the Indian braves or the white squaw. It was late afternoon when the white squaw returned.
"Jack you shouldn't have returned. You should have moved on to California."
"How do you know my name? Do you know Mike? Is he alive? If he is alive, do you know where he is?"
"Yes he is alive, and I know where he is."
"Where is he?"
"You'll see him in the morning."
As we were talking there was a start of a commotion outside.
"What is going on?" I asked
'The tribe is getting ready for a wedding ceremony."
All of sudden five more squaws walked into the teepee.
"What is going on here."
"They are here to get you ready for your wedding."
"Shouldn't they be helping the bride, not me?"
"They are getting the bride ready."
"I am not the bride."
"Oh yes you are, Bold Wolf has claimed you as his bride."
"I am a man."
"You might be a man but Bold Wolf plans on making you his squaw. In every way."
"You don't mean?"
"Yes I do. He plans to fuck you in the ass. Don't worry after the first night most white man brides don't care if they are squaws or not."
As we talked the squaws were busy. My hair was now braided like a squaw. My skin was rubbed clean. A dress was pulled over my head. It was made of doeskin and couldn't be mistaken for anything other than a dress.
For the first time one of the other squaws said something. "White Dove is ready for the ceremony to begin."
"Who is White Dove?"
"You are, I am White Fawn."
The wedding ceremony didn't take very long. No words were spoken. Bold Wolf came in leading four ponies. He then handed their reins to Bull Elk the warrior who had led the raid on my camp the night before. Bull Elk then handed Bold Wolf the rope that had been placed around my neck.
I was led away to a teepee set aside from the others.
There were no preliminaries. Bold Wolf shoved me to the ground and hiked up my dress. He then removed his loincloth and then mounted me. Like a dog mounting a bitch in heat. He fucked me hard and fast like he wasn't enjoying it. He was fucking me like he wanted just to get it done and over with. After Bold Wolf shot me full of his baby seed. I collapsed to the ground.
Before Bold Wolf or I could do anything else. Bold Wolf handed me a bowl and ordered me, "DRINK!"
I passed out shortly after I finished what ever was in that bowl.
I was awoken the next morning by one of the squaws who had helped get me prepared for my wedding.
"Wake-up White Dove."
"What?" I finally realized where I was.
"White Fawn needs you. Her baby is coming."
"Why does she need me for. I don't know nothing about delivering babies."
"She wants to talk to you."
I got up, feeling a little weird. The dress I wore the night before seemed to fit better than it did.
I found White Fawn with her hands tied to a stake above her head.
"Why is she tied like that?"
"That is the way we give birth."
Bending down I asked. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Jack you should have moved on to California and forgot about me."
"Forget about you. What are you talking about? I never meet you until yesterday."
"Yes you have. But not in this body I have now."
"What are you talking about?"
"What was that?"
"My baby. I am about to tell you something you won't believe. Two years ago I wandered away from a mule train which my fifteen year-old brother and I worked for."
"Why is this so important to tell me now?"
"I told you yesterday you would meet your brother Mike, today."
"Yeah I remember."
"It is very simple. I am your brother Mike.
"What! You can't be. You are a white woman."
"I am and I am your brother Mike.
"You see the tribe medicine man has a potion that turns braves into squaws. So when they capture a young white man. They turned them into a squaw.
"Last night after Bold Wolf fucked you did he make you drink something?"
"Yes he did."
"By sunset tonight you will be a white squaw like me."
"Why didn't you tell me this yesterday? I might have tried at least to escape."
"When I was captured another White Squaw told me all about it. I can not describe what they did to her. They promised if I said anything to you. They would do the same to me and my kids and to you.
"This can't be."
"The changes have already started. Your dress fits little better doesn't. If you could see your body you would notice most of your muscle tone is gone. I also bet you. This morning you answered to White Dove without realizing what you were doing.
"This baby wants to come. Go and get ready for your husband."
Before I could enter my teepee I felt a strange sensation coming from my chest. When I looked down. I found I now had breasts.
"Soon Bold Wolf will and make you his squaw."
"Please make it stop."
"Can't be done. I was once a strong brave with many coups. One day I angered the chief. Now I am a squaw with five kids, with a sixth on the way. If you are anything like your sister Bold Wolf will have you with child before the week is out."
The no wasn't for what I just heard. I had just reached and tried to feel my manhood. Instead I found my woman parts.
Bold Wolf must have heard my scream. Cause he entered the Teepee. As he removed his loincloth. "Now you are my squaw." Then he proceeded to fuck me doggy style. Everytime Bold Wolf was up to it, he fucked me.
I saw my sister the next morning. Since I was her sister it was my responsibility to take care of her and her husband as well as mine. Until she was strong enough to do it on her own.
As predicted by the squaw who once was a brave.
Nine months after my wedding. My hands were tied to the birthing post. My sister White Fawn was my midwife.
It was four years before we were rescued. By that time I had four kids. My sister had six. The whites that attacked the camp killed every Indian they could find regardless of their age. Including my children and White Fawn's. The only thing that saved us was our blond hair.
When we told are stories to our rescuers. They thought we were crazy. Who would believe white men being turned into women. Both Mike and I realized that no one would ever believe us. Including our families.
We spent the rest of our lives. Working as whores. There was nothing else we could do.
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