Story Excerpt

The Chieftain’s Daughter, by Jezebel Rose

 

Anaya, daughter of Gola, Chieftain of the Kiowa tribe, stood in a field of flowers. In the early stages of womanhood marked with three tattooed dots on her forehead, was a woman with influence. Tanned deerskin draped over her shoulders, and underneath, a warm bearskin sewn down the front kept the chilled temperatures at bay. Leather moccasins covered her feet and toes, keeping the frost off her feet. While some men preferred to be barefoot, or have simple moccasins, Anaya’s moccasins had been adorned with beads surrounding the white woolen top. Each had an etched Eagle, representing the spiritual animal she was bound with. Three long dark feathers tied into to long black hair fluttered in the breeze. Being the daughter of a Chieftain had its advantages.

Chieftain Gola gave her a bone necklace, said to bring about good luck as she left earlier that day on a mission to gather the herbs necessary for the tribal Seer to foresee coming events. Despite her being the daughter of a chieftain, she always felt at peace alone and away from the constant chatter and noise from her tribe. Disregarding her father’s command to bring warriors to watch over her, she left alone that night.

Enjoying sneaking away late at night after a confrontation with her father, Anaya took her time, relaxing and chewing on bison jerky from her small leather pouch wrapped around her waist.

Anaya looked over the field. She was looking for something particular; the Ulia Berry. It only grew close to the neighboring tribe, Tanaina. Knowing this, she hunkered down as she entered enemy territory.

The Ulia berry was something sought after by the Seer.

Anaya knew if she could get the berries he needed, her spiritual quest would be complete and her spirit inextinguishable.

Keeping a keen eye out for hunters from the Tanaina tribe, she searched for the berry across the fields for hours.

The Kowa and Tanaina tribes were constantly infringing on each other’s territory, making it difficult to hunt for food. With winter coming quickly, tensions were high as rival hunters occasionally fought for their food after a fresh kill, but no war had started, yet.

Anaya looked up at the sky, taking in the beauty of the small lights surrounding her.

Standing up, she spread her arms wide and requested help from her spirit animal; the Eagle.

“Ulia, Ulia, Ulia! Give me direction, please!”

Her voice floated across the field as her voice boldly broke the silence.

Anaya went down to her knees on her soft moccasin trousers and closed her eyes for just a moment, embracing the plants around her, hoping for a vision.

Whispers of prayer to the Eagle left her lips as each moment slipped by.

“Think we should kill her?” Dene said as he watched the young woman.

Dene was of the Tanaina tribe and the strongest of all the warriors. He had decided to go out for a late hunt with two hunters.

Each hunter adorned themselves with bone and tooth necklaces giving him strength from the animal spirits. From the shoulder down hung a heavy tanned buffalo cloak in which they had small pockets to carry around jerky, berries, and smaller fruits for use during extended hunts.

Dene, however, kept every warrior in the tribe in line. He was the epitome of strength and dominance, besides his chieftain, of course. His large heavy pitch-black cloak made of bear and tanned to perfection draped nearly to the ground as he stood at the tree line, watching the woman encroaching on their territory.

One of the hunters pulled out his grandfather’s etched war short bow, “Kill her. Like the others, kill her and stake the head. She is in our territory.”

He notched an arrow made of oaken wood with a sharp stone arrowhead at the tip, carved just hours earlier by the slaves.

Dene squinted at the woman in the darkness as his he tightened his hands. The warm bear hide gloves covering his hands still had the claws on each. Each long white claw was nearly the length of a finger, and certainly sharper than the axe at his side.

“No. Look,” Dene pointed. “Do you see? It is she. The sole daughter of Chieftain Gola.”

The hunter immediately put down his bow, “I see now. You make a good point.”

Dene lowered himself to the ground, hunched down below the high flowers and grass spread across the field. The darkness enveloped him as he moved slowly, crawling towards the woman.

“She is mine,” Dene whispered to himself with a smirk.

Just as the woman turned around, immediately the seasoned warrior ran through the field, swiftly and quietly. It was as if he had done it a hundred times before, which he had, although mostly to attack animals.

Dene, nearly upon the girl, lunged from the darkness and grappled Anaya to the ground.

His feet dug in as he forced her arms together, locking her into place. With the woman’s hands above her head, Dene held Anaya entirely still. His bulk and strength was more than enough to hold down even the strongest of warriors.

Both hunters ran up, out of breath. Heaving, they grinned. It was the first time they had ever come across a woman from the Kiowa tribe.

“Get off! No! No! No!” The woman screamed into the night. Her father had told her horror stories about the Tanaina tribe, but never once did she listen with obedience, except for when he taught her their tribal language when she was much younger. The Shaman of her tribe had foreseen an event where she would have to know the language, and that time was now.

Struggling to remember the words, she could not quite comprehend everything they said, but she could roughly make out what they were saying.

Flailing under Dene, she managed to get a kick off in his stomach.

Dene heaved back as the other two hunters jumped on her, holding her legs down.

“NO!” Dene bellowed at the woman, returning her kick to the stomach.

Anaya knew that word. It meant to stop. Anaya had no plans to stop, not at all.

One of the hunters moved to her arms and quickly bound them together with thick rope.

“Now, you come with us,” Dene whispered into the Anaya’s ear.

Anaya screamed out again, “Let go of me! Please!”

Dene stared at the woman for a moment before punching her in the side of the face,

“No noise.”

Another fist came down, this time hitting her on the other side, “No noise. No.”

Anaya shook with fright as she felt painful strikes against her skin. She had seen others become the victim, but never once was it her, and never once had she thought it would be her.

Dene leaned in close to the woman, examining her face, “You are Anaya, yes?”

Anaya nodded, “If you let me go, I get furs for you! Please let me go!”

Laughing, Dene smacked her across her face, “No noise or I will kill you like that deer!” One of the hunters had his longbow deadlocked on a deer just within the forest line.

Releasing his arrow, it hit the target true, piercing through the heart of the animal.

Quickly running over, the hunter strung up the small deer and hefted it over his shoulder. Despite the beast being several hundred pounds, it meant almost nothing for the man to carry.

Dene looked down at the woman as the hunter turned his bow towards her, “No noise.”

Anaya quickly nodded, finally grasping the extent of the situation. There was no escape; the men were too large, and she had heard brutal stories about the legendary Dene.

The other hunter quickly tied her feet together and heaved her over his shoulder. Anaya did not kick any longer; she focused upon trying to find a way to get home. The Eagle was smart. It was not known for its strength, but its wisdom and intelligence.

Moving across the field in a matter of moments, Anaya felt one of the men grab her leg, and pull her to the ground with a heavy thump.

“We are in our territory now,” Dene said, as he looked through the forest, barely able to see the field in the darkness.

Without a moment’s notice, everything changed.

Anaya felt Dene sit on top of her and pull her deerskin up, throwing the loincloth to the side, “You do not need that anymore.”

Immediately she was exposed. Her small pink nipples hardened at the top of each of her large breasts. One of her nipples had a long thin tooth through it.

Dene knew it was the fang of a poisonous snake as the moon came out, lighting the area.

“You! You are the daughter to Gola! You are mine!” Dene exclaimed eagerly, now knowing she was indeed the daughter of the opposing tribe’s Chieftain without a doubt.

Both hunters grabbed at her legs and arms, holding her straight in line with her perky breasts right there for all to see. It was the first time any man had set sight on her. Chieftain Gola had yet to choose the man for her.

“I am to be with another,” Anaya cried out into the darkness, her voice shaking.

Dene eagerly pulled his dick out from under his leather flap. It had been quite some time since he had fucked.

Anaya watched him with terror. She felt sweat dripping down her face as Dene pulled at his cock, stretching it longer and thicker.

“No! No! No!” Anaya screamed at the top of her lungs. Horror rushed through her body at the sight of his thick cock growing in size.

Dene grunted as he used his other hand to smack Anaya’s breasts with such force that they nearly bled. Slapping her again across the face, and then punching her square in the chest, Anaya finally quieted.

Streams of tears already formed, Anaya felt each hand hit her with the force of a bear. Breathing deep, she felt tight pinches of pain coming from each breath. Looking up at Dene, she saw his bear-clawed fist hit her in the middle of her face.

The hunter holding down her arms hit her on top of her head with a nearby stick, “Listen to Dene. No. Noise.”

Anaya felt as if the entire world was crumbling around her. Every part of her body was in an immense amount of pain she had never once before experienced.

Barely conscious, and only able to see out of the eye that was not yet blackened, she watched as Dene forced himself upon her, grabbing at her breasts and thrusting his cock deep up inside her, breaking her hymen with a single speared jab.

Anaya tried to move but she could not. Feeling the deerskin on her back was at least better than the frosted cold ground as she felt a rock digging into her back.

With each thrust, came more pain. Anaya rolled her head back, flailing with each movement.

Dene laughed as he grabbed Anaya’s throat. “You are mine first.”

Anaya felt Dene’s hand constrict around her throat as if it were a serpent coiled around her neck.

Unable to breathe, Anaya felt the world spin around her. Choking fervently, she felt Dene push himself into her violently. Each thrust sent her forward on the ground, scraping her back against the occasional rock.

“Please…” Anaya said under her breath, coughing, as Dene released his hold and load up inside the girl. He felt his cock harden and immediately tighten, spurting his hot cum up inside her warmth repeatedly until his sacs were entirely drained.

Dene pulled him slick cock out of her, “You say something?”

The hunter holding down her legs nodded, “She wants you to stop. Now it’s my turn.”

Dene laughed and spat on the woman. “This man here thinks you said something. Now he is going to show you what it means when I say ‘No Noise.’”

Grabbing a long wooden spear off his back, Dene pointed it at the woman with one hand, “You lay still. You move; you die.” His heavy winter bear leather cloak fluttered in the wind as a nearby storm approached.

Anaya watched as Dene slammed the unsharpened side of the spear into the side of her leg. Immediately spasming in pain, Anaya held back her cries despite wanting to scream as loud as she could for help.

Her pussy’s pink interior spread as the first hunter grabbed his cock, pulled it out, and immediately thrusted into her. With a grin, he grabbed at her breasts with one hand, and the other pinching her nipple. “You like?”

Anaya shook her head as she felt his dick stretch her cunt to the point where it was extremely painful. Despite the warm cum and her slickness lathered around his cock, it hurt as if though wolves were biting on her breasts and between her legs.

The man twisted harder, almost as if to be trying to rip her nipple off as he immediately began to cum inside of her.

Anaya felt everything despite the pain shooting through her body. His cock was stretching her insides to the point where it hurt tremendously.

Looking down, she saw his blood and cum engorged cock emerge from within her. Father had always told her about this. Women will bleed the night they are first taken.

“Enough,” Dene said as he looked up at the sky and pointed, “The Raven brings a storm.”

Clouds began to form and take shape behind a small Raven soaring away from the billowing wind.

Everyone could feel the storm approaching as cloaks flew out nearly horizontal with the wind. The sky began to tear itself apart in the distance as bolts of lightning streaked across the sky.

“We should take her to Chieftain Gaigwu before the storm.”

The second hunter stood towering over Anaya, “I want her now.”

Dene nodded, “We have time. Take her viciously and do not hold back, but be quick. We must rush.

The sky darkened as the storm approached and light rain began to drizzle around them.

Pushing Anaya over on her stomach and grabbing her hips up towards his cock as he kneeled behind her, the hunter pulled his dick from the leather flap covering himself.

Screaming for help, Anaya felt the man penetrate her already sore cunt as the storm clouds crept closer. She could feel her womb fill with the man as his thick cock stretched at her.

Pulling his dick out, he spat on himself and pushed it back inside, “You disgusting woman, look at your cunt, dripping with cum,” he laughed out loud as he dug his fingers into her hips and thrusted into her eagerly.

Anaya felt tears running down her cheek as pain shot through her body and exploded in her womb. The man’s dick had pierced deep inside her, causing her to shake violently. Her walls tightened around his cock with each vicious thrust between her legs.

“Hurry now,” Dene urged as he watched the storm seethe with the anger as if it were an angry Panther rushing upon them. Lightning strikes slammed into the ground repeatedly as thunder sounded like the beat of heavy drums in the distance.

Thrusting into the woman repeatedly, the hunter felt his cock tense and begin to release within Anaya’s dripping cunt. Dirt and cum squirted out with each heaving thrust into her.

Groaning in ecstasy, he pulled his dick out, and then thrust it back in, pumping his warm cum onto her cervix.

“Good, you will now bear my kin,” the hunter roared, his deerskin pelt flapping in the wind as if were a wild Eagle, trying to flee. Grunting, he pulled his dripping cock from her pussy.

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