How Ronny Throckmorton Was Saved From The Indians by Lubrican

How Ronny Throckmorton Was Saved From The Indians

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Chaper Two

Julia had only had three or four orgasms in her entire life. She remembered each and every one of them, and she recognized the feelings she was having now, as the very same thing she'd felt just before she had enjoyed each and every one of those orgasms. With a cry of shame she realized she was going to experience something with this savage man that had never happened with any man except her husband. And, after all the pain and horror she'd been through in the last week ... her cry of shame grew louder with the realization that she wanted this orgasm ... needed it ... needed some kind of sweet release that would make her feel human again ... female again.

Badger Claw dipped his longest finger in the salve. Then he pushed that finger into the woman's sex, deep. If there had been someone else there to ask about it, he would have said it was to be sure he got the medicine where any unseen injuries would be covered. But he also knew he was giving this woman something she needed. When his finger penetrated her she let go of her knees. Her heels hit the grass and dug in as her hips arched up off the ground and she cried out. But it wasn't a sound of terror or hurt. It was the sound of a woman whose man knows how to treat her.

He heard them coming ... feet pounding on the ground ... and he removed the finger from the woman. He stood up and his erection stood out from his body, straight and proud. The woman lay limp, satisfied, happy for the moment. She looked at his rampant sex and smiled at him - not in encouragement - in thanks for not doing what many men would have done.

The bushes were torn apart. Three startled faces peered into the copse. They saw their mother lying on the ground, legs spread and the Indian standing. All of them saw his stiff penis and knew what had happened. Bobby had the knife he had found in the Indian's clothing. He was just as naked as the Indian, and looked a little like him too as, with a scream of rage he launched himself at the man he thought had just raped his mother.

He didn't have even the ghost of a chance. Before he knew what had happened he lay on the ground, his wrist hurting. The knife was in the hands of the big Indian and the Indian's foot was on his chest ... again!

His mother yelled, "Bobby! No!" She looked at the girls. Yellow hair was still naked and the girl twin had washed out her undergarment and rags and was wearing them again. "It's not what you think!" she said. "I know what it looks like, but it's not what you think."

Molly cried out "But Mamma, you screamed!"

"He had to put the medicine inside me" She covered her sex with one hand, "Where I was torn and injured."

Each of the kids had put that medicine on some hurt or injury and they all knew just how it felt when it burned. All three winced. Molly was staring at the Indian's still half hard penis.

"He put the medicine ... in you."

Her voice made it quite plain what she thought the Indian had used to medicate her mother's vagina.

Julia blushed "Not with that, you silly girl. He used his fingers." She realized how that sounded and rushed on. "Now be quiet. He didn't hurt me. He hasn't hurt any of us. I don't think he will. We must cooperate with him and teach him English so we can communicate. Do whatever he tells you to. I know his ways are strange, but while we are with him I want you to honor his customs.

They all trooped back to Badger Claw's lodge, where the girls learned how to butcher and smoke a deer Indian style. While the meat was smoking, Badger Claw went and obtained clothing for most of them. Bobby was easy, with leggings and a loin cloth. There was a scabbard for a knife, but no knife was in it, of course. For Cindy and Julia there were buckskin dresses that were plain, but beautifully made. Both women slipped them on gratefully and marveled at the feel of tanned buckskin against their skin. Julia realized immediately that the leather would rub her nipples in a most delightful way once they quit hurting so much.

Molly had put her dress back on, but it was torn and filthy. He had nothing for her and she complained about it. He could tell she was complaining and laughed as he threw a treated skin at her. Then he dug into his things and came out with rawhide and a bone needle. He also had a long thin piece of hedgewood, hard as iron and sharpened on one end. It turned out to be an awl to poke holes in the leather for the needle to go through. Obviously she would have make her own dress.

Molly knew how to sew, but this was different. Her mother helped her, of course, but it still involved a lot of standing around naked while the big Indian watched. She wasn't quite so nervous about him seeing her naked now, mostly because he had seen her naked so much. But when she was naked and he looked at her, she got a warm feeling in her stomach that she knew she wasn't supposed to get. Not from just any man. And seeing him naked only made it worse.

A woman had come to the teepee with moccasins for the twins, and there was a toddler with her. The big Indian made it clear by pointing to the toddler and then to himself, followed by pointing at Bobby and then her mother, that this toddler was his son. But the woman went away with him and didn't come back. So she knew he had used that interesting looking thing between his legs for what it was intended, yet he didn't appear to have a wife! It was strange. She asked her mother about it as they sewed together her dress and her mother said that she had heard that Indians didn't think of marriage quite the same way as civilized people did.

All Molly knew was that she had feelings she knew she shouldn't, and was in a situation where those feelings might cause things to happen that shouldn't. She wasn't in her well-ordered, white-regulated world any more. Anything could happey. It was both scary and exciting at the same time.

Neither Julia nor Molly could sew with the beautiful precision that the Indian women did, but they ended up with a buckskin dress for Molly that was serviceable and looked nice, at least as far as they were concerned. They had used the same pattern Julia's dress was made with. Julia warned her daughter "This will feel ... different when you put it on. With no undergarments it is ... somewhat titillating."

At suppertime they decided to give their Big Indian a name. Julia pointed at herself and said "J-U-L-I-A" She did that several times and then did the same for each of the children. Then she pointed at him with a question on her face. He said a word that sounded like "O-AH-HA-CHAY-TO" She tried saying it and he rooted around in his things. He came up with a beautifully tanned Badger skin and pointed at it and then himself. Then he pointed at one of the claws and then at himself. Thus it was they learned to call him Badger Claw.

As they worked with him the memories of little Ronald Throckmorton came back with much more clarity than one could have hoped for. Within three days they could have simple conversations with him and his vocabulary got better each day. He learned that Julia's man had been killed in an accident before they were taken captive. He learned that they grieved for their dog, and were worried about their animals. He learned that the soldiers probably didn't know they were gone and might not know for many suns ... possibly many moons.

Yellow Water's lodge was untouched by the people, and would be abandoned when they moved to their winter campground. No one would speak his name again. In the night, Badger Claw went there and found Yellow Water's knife. Knives were scarce, and Badger Claw had traded everything he had that was worth anything for the clothing he'd gotten his captives. He made a new handle for the knife, so no one would recognize it. When he gave this to Bobby, the boy's eyes bugged out. He was proud and stood tall, holding it and fighting invisible foes with it.

He did that until he had to gut his first deer with it. After that he put it in his scabbard, where it belonged. He had learned it was a tool, not a toy.

On the fourth day Julia suggested they needed baths again. Badger Claw looked at her with one eyebrow raised.

"You not very dirty," he said.

She smiled and tried to explain that clean bodies were healthy bodies. Finally he agreed. As they left she said "Bring your medicine."

He grabbed the pouch and they set off for the creek. No one was shy about being naked now. Once her menses were over, Cindy didn't care at all if her brother and Badger Claw saw her naked. Molly too had grown accustomed to the freedom of being able to be naked without it being anything special, though if Badger Claw was naked she took every opportunity to stare at his body. And, she had gotten over feeling bad about the fact that she liked it when he looked at her too. So they all got naked and got into the water. Julia stood by him as they washed. "Your medicine works well Badger Claw. I think I am healing quickly."

He looked her over. Julia was healing well. And she was much less shy too. Now, when he inspected her wounds, she sat quietly, or lay still, letting him touch her wherever he wanted to. In the night he woke up several times to find her arm flung over his body as she sought his heat, or comfort. In the mornings, if his erection touched her she did not flinch away or scold him. She stood in the water near enough to touch him. Her back was smooth, though she would carry some of the willow scars for life.

When he was finished she said "You haven't examined everywhere." Her hand drifted to the brown fur between her legs.

As he looked at her, he saw the change start on her neck first, a glow of pink, then splotches of red and her face bloomed red, and her upper chest looked suddenly sunburned.

"I think I need more medicine there," she said quietly. He looked at her, realizing what she was really saying.

His penis stiffened. Perhaps she was going to thank him.

He looked off in the direction of the deer bed where he had pleasured her before. "We should go there?" he asked.

She blushed even redder and nodded. She turned to her children. Bobby and Cindy were splashing each other, laughing. Molly was daydreaming, lifting water to her breasts and letting it drip off her fingers.

"Children!" she called. They all looked at her. "Badger Claw says I need more medicine ... ah ... in my private place." She was beet red now. "It's not proper to ... um ... put that on in public. We're going over there and we'll be back very soon. You stay here." She turned quickly, embarrassed, but determined.

Badger Claw went to get his salve and then walked beside her as they went toward the deer hide. "I did not say you needed this," he commented.

"Oh hush!" she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him. When they got to the soft grass she went from foot to foot, nervous and shy again. He could tell she wanted this, but that it was hard for her to accept it.

"You want to put the medicine on yourself?" he offered.

She looked down. "No. I want you to do it ... like you did before."

"You do not need this, Julia" he said holding out the balm.

She looked in his eyes now. "Yes ... I think I do. I shouldn't, but I need to feel ... good."

"You confuse me. It sounds like you want this, but you don't want this. What does this mean?"

She was standing close to him. When she spoke, her voice was low ... conspiratorial.

"My people ... touch each other like that ... like you did ... but only sometimes. Only when they're married. My husband is dead. And I am not married to you, so my people would say that letting you touch me is wrong. But I want to feel that ... like before." She lowered her eyes. "It made me feel ... good."

Badger Claw thought about that. "I say this," he said. "I won you in a fight. My people would say I own you, and that you have to do as I say. This is our way. With my people, when a man and a woman want to touch, as long as they both want to touch it is a good thing. There are different kinds of touching. I hear you Julia. I know what kind of touching you want. So, I tell you this. Lie down there" he pointed. "I must put medicine on you. Do what I say woman!" He scowled fiercely at her, flexing his muscles.

She smiled at him, knowing what he was doing - knowing that he was making it his decision, so she wouldn't have to feel bad about it.

"Yes, my savage master" she said in a little girl voice. "I must do as you say." Then she kissed him on his lips. It was a quick kiss, but her lips were soft and warm on his. She lay down and pulled her knees up, opening herself for him with no shame at all.

Badger Claw looked at Julia, who was a very handsome woman. He had thought about her sexually a lot recently and now his penis stiffened completely. She stared at it, but said nothing. He knelt between her legs. Then he took one foot and brought it close to his face. He had an idea. "Julia, you have just bathed. Your ankle is clean." He licked her ankle. "Does it disgust you that I would touch your clean ankle with my tongue?"

She shook her head "No", but there was a puzzled look on her face.

Then he licked her calf. "You are clean here too. Is this disgusting?"

Again the shake of her head.

He licked above her knee and her eyes widened as she realized what he intended to do.

"And here? Is not this clean from your bath?" He waited.

Her voice came like the small voice of a girl. "Yes, it's clean."

His tongue slid from her knee, down to the inside of her thigh and she gasped.

"And this is clean from your bath. I know this because it tastes clean like the rest."

"Badger Claw...." she croaked, her eyes wide. Her hands were by her sides. She was gripping the long, soft grass. She was not covering her sex. This was touching she would accept.

He leaned in to feast on her pussy.

Julia wanted to scream. But she bit her hand instead. If she screamed the children would come ... and he would have to stop doing what he was doing. She didn't want him to stop doing what he was doing. She had never heard of this kind of sex. Not with people. She had seen dogs lick each other, and now she thought she knew why they did it.

It was fabulous.

It was phenomenal.

It was fantastic.

She couldn't think of any word that was superlative enough to describe what she was feeling. She could feel her orgasm upon her already and she groaned, sorry that it was here so quickly. Then it washed over her and she shook with its intensity. The exquisitely painful feelings shot from her pussy to her nipples and back again and she stretched her legs out, wanting to expand her body until it was as big as the sky.

The pleasure waned and she realized she was light headed from holding her breath. He was still licking and sucking her. There was one little spot, high up in her slit where she knew it felt good when she washed there. He flicked that with his tongue and she shuddered with the intensity of the feelings. Her heels hit the ground and she pushed her pussy at his face as she felt another orgasm approaching. It was right on the verge of breaking when he bit that special spot and slid one long finger into her, like he had before. With an agonized groan she tensed every muscle in her body, straining until only her heels and the back of her head were touching the ground.

Then she flopped back to the grass and pushed his face away from her pussy. "Stop!" she gasped. "I can't take any more .. please."

He backed away, disappointed that he couldn't continue. He liked her taste. His penis needed relief now. It would have been nice to be in her and release, but it wasn't necessary. He fisted his cock and stroked it. She raised her head and watched. She was surprised to find that she wasn't astonished, or horrified at what he was doing. She knew that boys and men did this thing, but had never seen it.

It didn't take long and, true to what she now knew, he was sensitive enough to remember what she had been through. He turned his body away from her so his spend didn't land on her. She sucked in a breath as a long rope of white arched out into the bushes, followed by four more, just as strong and just as thick. She shuddered at the thought of that going up inside her.

But it wasn't a shudder of fear.

She sat up as he knelt there, resting and breathing. His lips were shiny with her fluids, and she was amazed that she didn't think that was unpleasant. Like he had said, she had just bathed. She got to her knees and kissed him again. This time the kiss lasted a long time and their tongues got involved.

When the kiss finally broke he said "Hear this Julia, captive of mine. I may have to do this thing again some day. I know it is a difficult thing for a white woman to endure, but some things must be done." Then he waited until she smiled. She saw relief come into his face.

"I will try to bear it" she said formally. "I too believe it may be necessary to do again." She folded her arms across her breasts. "Especially since you forgot to use the medicine."

They both laughed and then got up to return to her children.

When they emerged from the hidden place Badger Claw noticed signs that someone had walked around the copse. He followed the tracks and found where someone had stood for a while. He could see into the deer hide through a hole in the branches. Someone had watched them.

He felt the burn of anger, not at the watcher, but at himself for not hearing the intruder. That was no way to stay alive.

He made Julia stop and pointed out the sign, telling her what it meant. She blushed furiously at the idea that someone had seen what he had done to her ... and how much she had enjoyed it.

"Who?" she whispered.

Badger claw knelt down and looked at the impressions in the grass.

"Molly, I think" he said. When her eyebrows rose high he added "Or someone her size."

When they got back to where the children were, it was obvious who had spied on them. Molly couldn't look at them. She was flushed and the nipples one could barely see most times were erect ... long and pointed. She was trying to put on her buckskin dress as they walked up to her.

"Molly?" said her mother.

The girl sobbed. "I didn't mean to ... but I wanted to see ... how could you let him?"

"Sweetie, please, let me explain" cooed her mother. "I know it looked ... strange ... but ..." she was at a loss to explain it.

"It is something my people do to make each other feel good" said Badger Claw, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary at all. "Your mother looked happy, did she not?" he said.

Molly didn't know what to say. It had looked so ... perverted ... so animalistic. But he was right. There had been no doubt at all that her mother loved what he was doing with his mouth. Strange feelings had come over her. She had gotten wet between her legs and her nipples had hurt in a painfully pleasant sort of way.

"It looked so ... dirty," she said, helplessly.

Badger Claw shook his head. "No, she had just had a bath. She was very clean. She tasted very nice."

The incongruity of what he'd said caused Molly to turn to her mother.

"I wanted him to do it to me too!" she cried, hugging her mother. "I know it's wrong, but that's how I felt. It's so dirty but I wanted to feel that too Mamma! That's why I'm upset! What's wrong with me?"

Julia hugged her daughter and stroked her hair. "I know honey. I know! Why do you think I let him do that? Because I had the same feelings as you had. There's nothing wrong with you. You want to be loved - to make love - it's natural for someone your age to have those feelings sweetheart.

"But I'm supposed to feel those things for my husband, not some savage Indian." moaned her daughter.

"Well ... yes, I suppose so" said her mother. But these are not normal circumstances. I mean ... I would not have come here to let Badger Claw do those things ... I mean ... it sort of happened ... I mean ... Oh I don't know what I mean. I just know that I love what he makes me feel and I feel more like a woman than I have in years." Her mother finished defiantly.

Molly pulled back. "Mamma? Are you going to let him do that again?"

Julia flushed and looked down. "I won't lie to you honey. Yes, I will .. and maybe even more."

"More ... more?" yipped Molly. "Mamma! I'm shocked!" gasped Molly.

Julia held up her hands. "Look, Molly, I'm 32 years old. No man is going to come along and beg me to marry him. Men who are looking for wives are looking at girls Cindy's age ... or your age, not mine. With your father gone, I won't ever feel the love of a man again. And these are unusual circumstances. If anyone found out what happened, they'd blame it all on the savage Indian." She looked guiltily at Badger Claw, who was listening interestedly.

"If we go home ... and Badger Claw comes to see us ... would you let him do ... things ... to you again?" Molly was less tense, beginning to understand how few options her mother had as a woman on the frontier.

Julia looked at Badger Claw. Then she looked surprised. "Why yes ... I suppose I would!"

"And what if I don't find .. a husband?" asked Molly, darting a look at Badger Claw.

Her mother looked at her speculatively. "You mean you want to ... do things ... before you find a husband? Is that what you mean Molly Jean Posten? And suppose you do those ... things and then you finally meet a man and he won't have anything to do with you because you'll be soiled, Molly Jean Posten!"

"Mamma! Stop it!" yelled Molly. "You know how likely I am to meet a man ... a white man out here. We don't even see soldiers Mamma! Is that what you want? You want me to go to the fort? I'm sure I could find a dozen men there Mamma. And they'd all love to do things to me!" She began crying. "I just want to be happy Mamma. I though we were going to die, and now I don't think so any more, but I want to be happy before I die Mamma. I just don't know how, Mamma ... I just don't know what to do!" She bawled onto her mother's shoulder.

Julia felt horrible. Who was she to call the kettle black? She had let this handsome white Indian love her and she knew she would let him do it again. And she knew her daughter was right about finding a man. The fort was no place to send a decent woman. They'd treat her like a whore. She'd likely become a whore. Wasn't it only fair for Molly to feel some of the same joy? That would mean sharing Badger Claw. And she didn't own him. No one owned him.

In fact ... technically ... at least by his people's standards ... he owned them!

In fact ... that thought gave Julia an idea.'

"Stop crying Molly!" she ordered. Her voice was so strident that Molly did, in fact, stop. She began sniffling.

"What? Mamma?"

Julia looked her right in the face. "Are you sure about this? Are you sure you want to ... do things? Badger Claw is the only man I trust around here. If he touches you, what will you do?"

Molly was stealing sidelong glances at the big Indian. Julia saw her daughter's nipples perk back up, and the girl shivered. Julia suddenly smelled her daughter ... and she smelled of ... sex! She was amazed that she could tell that Molly was wet between her legs.

"I don't know what I'd do Mamma. That's the problem. I want to know, but I'm scared. It looked like you were in pain, Mamma!"

Badger Claw suddenly spoke. "I do not hurt women, white or of the people. I have honor. I do not take from women. That is cowardly."

Julia held up her hand and he stopped. They were both surprised. "He didn't hurt me Molly ... ever. I felt only wonderful things. But you need to be sure about this, because I think I know a way ..."

Molly's eyes lit up "I'm sure Mamma! I'm still nervous, but I'm sure."

Julia turned to Badger Claw. He was still naked. His cock was impressive even though it had wilted after his ejaculation. "Badger Claw? I believe you told me you own us? Isn't that true? And that we must do whatever you order us to do? Isn't that your people's way?"

Badger Claw's right eyebrow raised. He looked speculatively at the girl. He would love to make her wiggle and scream with happiness. And he thought she wanted to scream with happiness. She was just shy, as any proper girl was when seeking her first man. He also understood that theser white people sometimes said things that meant other things. It had been confusing, at first, such as when the woman's said "No!" but her body said "Yes!" He felt sure that was happening now, that the woman was suggesting that, like he had done for her, he might make it appear as though all the decisions were his, so that the girl could have what she wanted, without asking for it.

"Yes!" he said gruffly. "This is QUITE true. Molly, you must come with me ... now!" It sounded like an order, from a very rough man, but he held out his hand, waiting for her to take it.

Julia leaned close to her daughter. "I know our ways are not like those of this rough, savage, tall, strong, handsome Indian. But his customs apply right now dear. No one can blame you for preserving your life by bowing to the commands of your captor." She kissed her daughter on the cheek. "There may be small pains, but I promise you, any pain you feel will be washed away quickly and completely."

She turned around and went up to Badger Claw. He was six inches taller than she, and she had to crane her neck to look up at him. "I love my daughter. If any harm were to come to her I would feel compelled to seek revenge." Then she pulled his face down and kissed him. "Be gentle with her" she whispered.

Molly looked at her mother, then at Badger Claw. All she had to do was take his hand and he would ... In her mind's eye she saw her mother again, mouth wide open and eyes tightly shut, emitting a moan of what was obviously joy. She tried to imagine that look on her own face. She wanted to ... but couldn't. She would have to experience it for herself.

Shyly, she reached for his hand.

Julia watched her daughter being led off by the man who would make a woman of her. They were already both naked. The man's hand was in the small of Molly's back, but just before they disappeared in the underbrush, that hand slid to cup her buttocks. Julia was surprised to feel the pangs of jealousy. Stiffly she turned to go find her youngest children. At least she had a few years before they would be leaving her to find mates.

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