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The Chieftain’s Daughter 1000 Years Later, by Jezebel Rose

 

Chieftain Balesh stared down at the man and young woman kneeling beside him.

A single warrior wearing a thick buffalo pelt pushed his dirty heeled moccasin down into the man’s back, “We caught these two from their camp. The spirits willing, we will sacrifice them at dawn.”

Balesh’s cloak of buffalo blew in the breeze along with the multiple feathers tucked into the back of his hair. Despite it being mid-winter, only a light dusting of snow had fallen on the ground. Flakes of snow blew in the breeze while the frozen ground crunched at each footstep.

Laughing, he kicked him to the side into a pool of mud.

“What is your command?”

“Get the Shaman, I want to talk to him first,” Chieftain Balesh said as he looked down at the woman.

Her hair was long and dark brown, nearly down to her breasts. With every part of her outfit torn to shreds after being dragged through the forest, not much was left to the imagination. Her heavy breasts had burst from her bra and hung dangling towards the ground as she kneeled before the Chieftain. Nipples hard from the freezing temperatures, she felt pain from the ice on her fingertips and knees.

The warrior nodded, respecting his Chieftain, just before rushing off to find the Shaman.

Minutes later the Shaman walked up. His deerskin leather wrapped around his body keeping him warm while long strings held earrings that dangled from giant holes in his ears.

Scenes of tribal warfare tattooed up his arms while a single swipe of red paint spread across his eyes. “This woman. I have seen her in my dreams. She is special. The spirits tell us to take her at the pillory first and celebrate. I have seen this time coming, yet the spirits deny my requests for further information.”

Chieftain Balesh crossed his arms as he held his head high. His headdress was adorned with beads and small colored rocks tied together that swayed in the breeze. While his chest was open and muscular, his shoulders and back were covered with a warm buffalo pelt. With moccasin trousers rising from his feet to his waist, he also had a large war axe on his back, strung to him by leather straps. Beside his axe rested a long pointed spear etched with markings of war and wear. Six tattooed dots lined the top of his brow.

“If that is what you see, then spirits willing, we will take her to the pillory now!”

The Chieftain grabbed the woman’s tied hands, “What your name?”

It was obvious the Chieftain could barely speak her tongue.

“Aimee,” she replied through tears, “what are you doing with us?”

Ignoring her question, the Chieftain kicked her in the stomach as hard as he could. “Do you have another question, bitch?”

Aimee shook her head as she clutched at her stomach, heaving in pain. She reeled to her side, falling over onto the cold hard ground trying to catch her breath.

Her father looked over at his daughter, “Be strong. We’ll get through this.”

Chieftain Balesh stared at the man. How dare he speak.

Swiftly pulling a spear off his back, he slammed it into the side of the man’s head with a heavy thud. With the accuracy of an Eagle, he withdrew his spear and slid it back onto his back.

The man fell over sideways, unconscious.

“Good,” Balesh said as he grabbed the bindings around Aimee’s hands as she screamed in horror at what had just happened. She was not sure her father was even alive at this point.

Balesh threw Aimee on the ground in the center of the small village.

Several men and woman appeared from within the huts as the sun set beyond the horizon, bringing about even harsher freezing temperatures and heavy snow falling from the sky.

The Shaman stood beside Balesh, “Our men will break her and offer her spirit to our ancestors.”

Chieftain Balesh nodded, “The spirit’s will shall be done. This woman will be entirely broken when we finish.”

Aimee could not tell what the men were saying, but she felt as if she would not live another day. Her body was sore from the capture and dragging through the thick forest. Not wanting another attack upon her sore body, she dared not speak as she stared at the crumpled pile of her father.

Her wrists suddenly jerked, Aimee felt herself dragged up onto a crudely built platform with a pillory resting on top. It looked like a single log from the ground jutted up, while another log rested on top of it horizontal. The top wood was split and had a hole for both her head and arms.

Aimee had seen these before at festivals, but she had never thought once that she would be inside one, much less within some sort of strange Indian camp.

The deep thud of drums began to beat as the Shaman smirked at her. “Let the Chieftain take her first!”

Nearly 50 men and woman had filled the camp, surrounding the pillory and fire. The roar from the crowd seemed as if it was a bear overtaking the entire camp in its massive muscular paws.

Chieftain Balesh shouted into the freezing night air, raising his staff, “Let any man take the woman! The spirits will join us to take her spirit as an offering! As your Chieftain, I shall claim my right first!”

Drums began to beat faster as Aimee felt her neck and arms slide into the device as the top came down, locking her in place.

Suddenly realizing she was entirely exposed, Aimee knew rape was imminent. Being a virgin, she had thought her first time would be with her boyfriend, back at home, but now it seemed that would never happen.

Chieftain Balesh growled as he pulled forth her father and threw him on the ground.

With a swift kick to the face, he awoke the man, sending adrenaline surging through his body.

As his eyes opened, he saw his daughter locked in the pillory near the central fire.

Harry’s heart beat faster as he realized what was about to happen. Aimee, his innocent daughter, was about to be viciously raped by a strange tribe in the middle of nowhere.

“Please… don’t do this to her! She is innocent!” Harry screamed as the Chieftain walked over to his daughter, quickly pulling what was left of her panties down to her knees.

Aimee’s cunt was bare for all to see. Her light pink lips barely spread down her slit. Face turning red, Aimee felt humiliated as men began to line up behind her.

Chieftain Balesh planted his staff in the ground beside the pillory. “You will be mine first,” he grunted as he moved his leather lap to the side, thick cock dangling.

“My ancestors surge through me and will give me the power to overtake any challenge,” the Chieftain roared with the intensity of an angry black bear.

As the sun set beyond the horizon, large fires lit and sent sparks into the night sky. Crackling to life, each fire grew with each passing moment until they seemed to envelope the entire camp.

Women in leather deerskin with bright feather headdresses danced around the fire whispering to the spirits and singing tribal songs.

Several men watched the women dance, drinking and laughing while they smoked on their herb pipe, hallucinating and feeling ecstasy course through their body. Minds blurred as the Shaman threw herbs into the pillars of fire, spreading a thick white haze throughout the camp.

Moving behind Aimee, Balesh sook a deep hit from his pipe. The Shaman had blessed the pipe, knowing it would only be used during celebrations. Deep billowing white smoke poured from beneath his buffalo head. Small white tusks jutted from his forehead, seemingly from the very animal that was upon him.

Chieftain Balesh leaned down and touched Aimee between the legs with the flat of his hand. A single finger pressed inside her cunt.

“She is indeed a virgin,” he shouted.

The crowd roared and cheered to life.

Aimee shook with fear as she could feel the man violate her. Unable to move even her hands, she felt utterly helpless to the strange man’s will.

Balesh smirked and slid his finger up and down between Aimee’s legs just before spitting on his cock, then shoving himself entirely inside her.

Screams of pain from Aimee’s hymen breaking shook her father to the very core. His heart beat as if it was going to blow from his chest as the massive man firmly planted his hands on his daughter’s bare ass. Seeing her tears falling to the ground sent him to his knees, groveling and feeling Aimee’s pain.

Aimee felt the man penetrate her, and at first, the very first moment, it felt amazing. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced.

However, after that split second passed, Aimee felt something tear through her vagina, ravaging and ripping her insides apart. The pain that immediately followed surged through her veins, exploding verbally into screams.

Shaking with pain, she felt the man’s cock fill her. Aimee was full and stretched for Chieftain Balesh. The feeling coursed from between her legs and around through her womb, up through her vagina and into the deepest parts of her stomach.

Aimee groaned as Balesh dug his nails into her ass, barely piercing her skin, as he pulled his thick dripping cock out before shoving it back in.

Jerking against the pillory, Aimee screamed into the night in pain and pleasure. It was almost as if she was feeling the purest of pleasure, yet most painful of pain. Each overwhelming feeling seemed to merge into something unique.

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