"The team is heading back to DEVIL'S DYKE in 1842 on the trail of some desperate time travellers who are plotting to change world history by finding a hoard of Spanish gold that was hidden near or in the town in 1551 by Spanish Conquistadors who landed at the wrong place. The French team from the 1970's have big plans for the money and that doesn't bode well for the current human timeline. Jericho and his team must return yet again to the ghost town, except this time the place is alive and kicking. Alex meets Sheriff John Hammond, some horny French time travellers and a couple of rough silver miners. She makes friends with the local brothel keeper and things are certainly jumping in the small town!"
Alex nodded her head slowly and asked if they have an agreement, sworn on an oath of their people. The old chief smiled and asked how she knew about their customs. Alex touched her eyes, then mouth and placed both hands over her ears. The Chief laughed out loud: that was what their squaws did when asked about the sexual prowess of their husbands! The chief waved a hand and told Alex to show what the reward will be. Alex understood what he meant and stripped her clothes off. There was a little ripple of excitement amongst the braves as she stood naked. Most of the comments were about her big breasts and shaven fanny: none had ever seen a bare one before.
Alex squatted over the happy chief and lowered herself onto his adequate cock and started to move back and forth, slowly at first. He gripped her tits and squeezed hard, then set about them with his mouth. He especially enjoyed the big nipples. Alex could feel his cock growing inside of her and he pulled her down, close to his mouth and said softly: “It has been many moons since he has behaved as he should. Thank you, woman.”
She rode him for about fifteen minutes before she felt him cum inside her, he hadn’t made a sound during sex. They were surrounded by the braves, standing or squatting, watching with real interest. Some commented that white women performed like happy squaws and that seemed to please them. She eased herself off and the old chief sat up and nodded, pulling on his breechcloth. He stood and raised a hand. “She has made me happy.” The braves all nodded and talked quietly amongst themselves. Alex folded her arms and could feel the chiefs cum running down her thighs. She wondered who the first three braves would be to take their ‘reward’. Little Wolf had re-joined the gathering and spoke with the chief who just nodded and rubbed his face.
The chief turned to Alex and didn’t smile, “Little Wolf has good idea. You would be a fine reward for young braves who have no squaw yet. There are some old warriors – like me – that have no squaws, so their nights are cold and unhappy. We take you to village and all such men can have use of your body. Eventually you will swell with children – the villages children – and they will be given to families who have none. Little Wolf’s mother will look after you. You best do as she says woman, or you’ll feel her walking stick across your back. We go now.”
There was some muttering of disappointment amongst the braves which Little Wolf quickly quelled by saying that they can now use her body anytime they wished. That seemed to end their dissent. He walked to Alex and fixed a thick leather collar to her neck and almost smiled – he wasn’t known to smile much – “My mother will keep you fed, but you can wear a bearskin in winter. You will stay naked for the men to see and use as they please. Come now.” He walked to his horse and Alex followed. She really had no choice now. He pushed her onto the back of his horse and then jumped up. She gripped his waist, and they joined the other braves, strung out in single file across the wasteland of dirt and bushes. He turned, “There is old tepee by my mothers, you can clean that out and she will get you blankets and what you need to perform with the men. You will always make yourself available to their needs and I suspect that the chief will now use you regularly. Your magic has woken his manhood from slumber and he will now have need of your body. Tonight you will reward the old Medicine Man Black Owl, who will dance and sing to please the spirits and bring good luck to the village. He’s very old but still can stiffen but has no squaw. You will please him, and all will be good.”
Alex said nothing, she wasn’t exactly overjoyed at the prospect of being serviced by a geriatric witch doctor! She cussed her bad luck. If only that fanatical priest hadn’t seen her using her mirror and accused her of witchcraft. He had knocked her down and thrown it into the river, shouting for the men of the small wagon train to take and bind her before she calls up the devil for help. Now he and the other stupid ignorant men were dead. Their bodies still lying where they fell, in the bloodied dirt, as the Indians attacked the trespassers on their land. Single shot muskets were really of no use against a horde of Indians who knew how to kill with numerous arrows that didn’t take minutes to reload. Her only hope was Operational Control now knew she was parted from her mirror and would inform the team. She hoped they would arrive quickly.
At the first tepee of the village Black Owl stood, leaned on his magic stick, adorned with a huge, feathered headdress. Alex groaned, he looked about a century old and had strange dark warts on his torso and arms. He waved the stick about and chanted, well, in between coughing loudly and wheezing a lot. Little Wolf pushed Alex from the horse and now did smile; “You start your new chores straight away woman. In the village you will be known as ‘Open Flower’ and refuse no man what he desires. If they are unhappy, you will be beaten and not fed. My mother will ensure you do your tasks well. Her words are powerful in the village, so take heed Open Flower.”
Alex just nodded and the old Medicine man grabbed her arm and gestured into the tepee. “Come, come Open Flower, it has been many moons since my arrow has struck the tree of life and I’m in need now. Come on!” He frog-marched her into his tepee which smelt of smoke, old food and strangely enough fried bacon! Alex stared about the gloomy little tent: there were bundles of herbs and dried flowers everywhere, with a pile of little animal skulls next to a huge black bear rug complete with head. “Fucking charming place you have here Black Owl. Who did your decorating; Jack the Ripper?” Alex spoke to herself in English and then shivered, night had now fallen, and the air had turned cold. It didn’t help that she was stark naked. She turned and found the old man had removed his headdress and breechcloth. He was standing jerking his massive erection with one hand while picking his few remaining teeth with the other. “On ‘Many Teeth’ woman, get on ‘Many Teeth’ I want you now!” He sounded really desperate and was clearly horny, Alex realised who ‘Many Teeth’ was: the bloody bear skin!
She dropped on it and the old man joined her, grabbing her big breasts and set about suckling them. He pushed her down and lay across her, sucking and squeezing her tits hard, like he was trying to get milk. He took her hand and placed it on his cock, and she jerked it slowly and reluctantly. She yelped a couple of times as he abused her nipples with those remaining teeth and then he stopped. Alex lay quietly and felt his erection was shrinking. She poked him with a finger and received soft snoring in reply. The old magician was fast asleep, so she slipped from him and threw the bearskin over Black Owl and wrapped herself in a blanket. She jumped a little as some coyotes howled in the distance. Alex sighed; “Where the fuck are you Team 74 when you’re really needed?”
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