The Indians had attacked at dawn. They had been following for a few day, probably waiting till they had the numbers to overwhelm the small wagon train. It was a train of 6 families going onto Oregon from Missouri. The guide had died of a fever 12 days ago and they had strayed into bad territory. The first harbinger that they were in trouble were the smoke signals on the hills. These would be the rallying call to gather together for a raid. They had started 3 days ago. At dawn all hell broke lose.
The previous evening they had brought the wagons into a circle for camp and set guards, but the sudden onslaught spooked the horses which bolted everywhere. Arrows rained in, some hitting the live stock sending the animals wild. It was all over in 10 minutes 11 men and boys were no match against 50 plus warriors. Why they had spared Mrs Dixon and her daughter and killed the other women it wasn't clear.
After the battle Mrs Dixon had watched the braves take turns to rape and sodomize the other women until they had spent themselves. One after another they had held the women down and fucked them like rabid dogs. Their screaming and pleading seemed only to urge them on. Finally when each knot of Indians surrounding a woman had fucked her till she had gone limp the braves would become dissatisfied and kill their victim. It didn't matter age or youth, they ravaged them all. Their blood was up from battle and they just pulled their loin clothes to one side to expose their rigid members. Then each long angry stiffness was sunk violently into one of the females orifices.
Mrs Dixon was a slim, blond haired 39 year old woman from Danish stock, who was deeply religious. Next to her was her daughter Ann, her only child, who had recently come of age. Perhaps it was their blond hair that had saved them, perhaps the braves had just got tired, but for whatever the reason they had simply bound them to a couple of wagon wheels next to each other. When at last the men had had their fill of fucking, their leader had walked over to them, ripping open their dresses and harshly inspected each woman's breasts. First he felt the ample firm ones of the mothers and then the pert tight small ones of the young girls. Each brave then took his turn in doing the same, even stopping to run their hands through their blond locks and discussing it with the others. Some lifted up their loin flaps to threaten the women up close with their long limp spent cocks.
At 5' 10" Ann was 4" taller than the mother, her long skinny legs making her quite an athlete. She had very quiet disposition, clear pale skin, long blond hair which she wore braided and pinned round in a bun.. Ann's family brought her up with stricted puritan values, and in their house no mention of sex was ever made. She was expected to keep herself neat and clean, and be prepared to do anything that a male family member demanded of her. She had never even looked closely at her own private parts between her legs as she was sure that doing so was against God rules, despite this, what was between them had been of interest to one close relative once over. Today had been the first time Ann had ever witnessed sex or the form of an excited naked man. Having only ever once seen her fathers penis recently, when he had urinated along the trail, and her cousins tiny one years earlier, she had no idea of how they could grow so big, and her mother had never told her that men would want to put theirs between a woman's legs. After satisfying himself with the 54 yrs old Mrs Backer, a Dutch settler, one brave came right up to Ann and pulled his foreskin all the way back and placed his glistening purple bulb under her nose and roared with laughter. The smell of a woman's' sex was all over it as he wiped all 8 inches across her face.
Despite all that she had seen that morning, the murder of her husband, the debauching of the other women, Mrs Dixon could still focus on what she had to do if both herself and Ann were going to survive this ordeal. After a while the Indians became distracted and left them alone for a few minutes.
"Ann Ann!" Pleaded the mother in a most desperate hiss.
"Ann listen, we must comply, if we fight we will get hurt and tired. If we scream it will inflame them to enter us harder. If we act like we want to please them they may keep us alive."
Ann said nothing, there was just panic in her eyes. At 18 she was technically still a virgin though her hymen was probably broken. Her only experience with sex had been with her older cousin one day by the river, when they had played doctors and nurses. As he was older she had to comply with his wishes. Her cousin Eli had made her lay back with her legs open wide whilst he examined her pussy with different fingers, sniffing and licking them each time he'd used one. Then he had her wash his little stiff thing whilst they sat in the cool river. At home she had heard her mother being fucked by her father through the wall, although at the time she had only thought that her mother was being ill or something by the muffled antics. In any case these episodes had been a quick and mostly quite quiet operations. A few grunts and a gasp, and that was it. What she'd seen that morning wasn't like sex, it was more like wild animals tearing a beast apart.
The Indians caught 4 of the escaped horses and made a team to pull one of the settler covered wagons. They searched through the remains of the battle and threw bits of metal, clothe and pots into their requisitioned transport besides the 2 bound women. Ahead of them was a hot dry 6 hours journey which took then to a village of around 80 tipi's camped in a bend in a river. Once there a small savage jumped over the back board and into the wagon, cutting the bindings off the two white women. Although he was yelling in a strange language it was clear that they were to get down. Once on the ground he cast them into a tipi on the very edge of the village. Their captors confident that escape was all but impossible and they did little to guard them. In the middle of the settlement Mrs Dixon had seen the squaws fighting hard over the scraps from the settlers belongings, but in large the squaws would leave the two blond women alone. That first night their abuse and torment started.
In the darkness of their shelter, lit by a simple oil lamp, the woman and the girl could see the paintings on the inside of the tent covering. They were in a circular space about 12 feet across. The floor was a mishmash of animal skins and blankets, and they crouched closely together for comfort. The odour and images gave them the feeling that this was going to be their cage, and that they were going to be treated as animals to serve the needs of the tribe.
"Be strong Ann, don't give up, God has spared us so far, he we may yet have a plan for us to survive."
"Mamma, but why do they do such things, why do they put their hardness into our women folk?"
