Jenny White Feather

    Circa: 6 December 1866 one year after the end of the Civil
War.


    The Indian wars were not as dynamic as the penny novels would
have people believe, but there was strife between the whites and
the Indians. Occasional skirmishes touched the daily lives of
average people not involved in the great wars between famous
chiefs and famous generals.

    The War Between The States had just ended when Jenny's
parents decided to leave their failing estate in Georgia. Jenny
had just become of marriageable age and was distraught at moving,
just as men became interested in her. With the end of the war
the sudden influx of marriageable young men thrilled her. She
became the center of attention in no time, and had even been the
reason for several fights for her attention. Jenny thrilled at
all the excitement, her father didn't.
    In the 1800's when a father said we are leaving, the family
left. After a long bout of despondency, Jenny was again thrilled
when they stepped off the stage at St Louis and she saw hundreds
of young men for as far as she could see. The hustle and bustle
of a wide open country being settled left her many choices for
dating, necking, and other adventures. Unfortunately, her father
and mother kept a close eye on her and she seldom found the
freedom to sneak away on her own. But when she did, it was
wonderful.

    The trip west was horrible. The wagon was unbearably hot,
the dust coated the wagon, Jenny, and everything else in sight
continually. She bathed liberally, whenever she could. But the
unreasonable wagon master would not allow her to bathe when water
was short. She usually found a damp rag to wipe down her golden
body each night. It was not the life she had pictured for
herself just a few short weeks before. She wanted tubs of
sweetly scented water, bright gas lights, the plink of a piano,
and voices raised in joy and laughter. Her father was taking her
farther and farther from all these things she loved, and forcing
her to endure unbearable conditions. Jenny was outraged, but
helpless to act.
    Tip Wilson was a young, dashing man on a white horse. Any
westerner would have told Jenny that only a damned fool rides a
white horse in Indian country, but Jenny knew nothing about
western ways. So when Tip offered to take Jenny away from all
this and take her to Los Angeles on his white horse, Jenny found
his offer perfectly reasonable, and breathtaking. She accepted
his offer and managed to sneak away on a warm August night.
    Things began going wrong on the very first night. Tip had
packed enough food in his saddle bags for a week of travel. He
planned on shooting game on the way to make their precious
supplies last. On the first day they saw Indians. This made
shooting, and returning to the wagon train, impossible. Tip lit
out on his white horse with Jenny bobbing in the rear, holding on
for dear life. She suddenly found that saddles were not designed
for two people and riding double was probably the most
uncomfortable way to ride in the world.
    They finally stopped for the night by a river. Tip made
several attempts at starting a fire and failed. They ate cold
fried chicken and biscuits, while huddled in the darkness
watching the skyline in fear.

    "Tip, why don't we go back?" Jenny begged for the seventh
time.
    Tip wanted to go back but two things were stopping him. He
badly wanted to sample Jenny's lith, shapely body first, and he
was afraid of the Indians which he knew were between them and the
wagons. If he was right, the Indians were keeping an eye on the
wagon train and would intercept him before he could reach the
train.
    "Don't give up, Jen. We are only about a thousand miles from
Los Angeles. We can make it in two weeks."
    "I don't think we will ever make it," Jenny moaned. "It
hurts to ride behind that saddle."
    "Come on, let's get some sleep. You'll feel better in the
morning," Tip said eagerly.
    "But there are only two blankets and you're using them both."
    "We can snuggle for warmth."
    "You mean to tell me that you only brought blankets for you?"
Jenny was outraged.
    "Oh, come on Jen, we can share," Tip said in his nasal whine.
    "Tip, you ride on by yourself in the morning, I'll wait here
for the wagons to show up and go on to San Francisco with my
parents," Jenny said resolutely. She sat against a cottonwood
and hugged her knees with her arms. Tip called several times,
but she ignored him. Jenny knew what Tip wanted now, she was
surprised that she couldn't see it before. The bad thing was
that Tip was willing to risk their lives to get it, and that was
unforgivable.

    Jenny actually fell asleep by the cottonwood tree some time
during the night. So it was with complete surprise and terror
that she awoke to see a painted Indian face before her. She
jumped up, but the Indian tackled her and wrestled her to the
ground. Tip stood up and shouted, then screamed when an arrow
pierced his chest going clear through his body and protruding
from his back. He fell to the ground sobbing and until a stone
axe fell across the top of his head. Tip buckled to the ground
without a sound. As his legs kicked in the dirt, Jenny realized
that Tip was really dead. She had never see a dead person
before. It was horrible.
    "You dirty bastards," Jenny yelled, kicking at anyone who
approached her. They laughed and circled around, then one Indian
came up behind her and pushed her to the ground. Before Jenny
could pull her face out of the dirt, she felt rough hands lifting
the back of her dress. Her pantaloons were ripped from her body,
cold hands gripped her bare ass, and fingers probed her rectum.
    Screaming in outrage, Jenny kicked and tried to get up, but
firm hands held her down and parted her soft white legs.
Suddenly, painfully, she felt a huge throbbing prick at the
entrance to her pussy. Her eyes widened as it pressed
relentlessly into her virgin loins, tearing and smashing her
virginity away in cruel, savage strokes.
    Jenny gasped, feeling the painful fire shoot between her
legs. She tried to scream but her face was pressed into the
dirt. Finally, she stopped trying. The Indian thrust his prick
in and out of her, then grunted and plunged the prick into her
helpless ass, spurting his load and wilting across her back. As
he got up another Indian took his place. The first Indian wiped
his leg with his hand and held it up with a laugh, saying
something that obviously meant that Jenny had been a virgin.
    She felt no pleasure in what the Indian did to her, or the
six that followed. She only wanted to die, but first she wanted
the seven Indians to die. She vowed to see it happen some day.

    Jenny awoke the next morning unable to breath. She found
herself draped face down over the back of a horse, with her hands
and feet tied under it's belly. Her pussy was hurting, her face
was filthy and sweat was drenching her body in the hot sun.
    Gasping for breath Jenny struggled to get free. Sensing her
difficulty, the Indian stopped and cut the rope, then grabbed her
by the hand and pulled her up on the horse in front of him. He
yelled in his savage language and the horse bound forward. She
gripped the horse with her legs, fearful of falling since there
was no saddle. She vowed to never complain about riding behind a
saddle again, this was far worse.
    The group plodded along until late afternoon without
stopping. They were traveling farther and farther up into the
mountains. For the first time in weeks, Jenny saw a pine forrest
that seemed to go on forever. In a huge valley between two
mountains the Indians rode up a hill and stopped to look at a
lake and Indian village below. It looked peaceful.
    The Indians suddenly screamed and spurred their horses at a
dead run. The horses leaped forward and Jenny hung on
desperately to the horse's mane. She nearly fell once, but the
Indian behind her pulled her back on the horse, growling in
disgust.
    As they entered the village the Indians pulled their horses
to a halt and slid off their backs. Jenny found herself roughly
pushed off the horse. She landed heavily on her back in the
dirt. In outrage she jumped to her feet and grabbed the leg of
the Indian, still on the horse. She pulled and he went flying
over her head to land in the dirt. Before he could rise she gave
him a good kick with her small toed boot. He cried out and
scooted out of the way, amid a great deal of laughter.
    Jumping to his feet he raised his hand. It held a huge
stick. Before he could strike an older woman stepped into his
way and barked at him. Jenny understood nothing they said, but
his every action was saying, "yes mother" as clearly as if they
were speaking English. Jenny became the woman's property on that
day.

    "Broken White Feather, Lame Horse approached me today. I
think he wants a mate," Jenny said as she washed her sleek body
in the river. Her adopted mother, Broken White Feather, bathed
beside her. Jenny had been with the tribe so long, she hardly
remembered the life she had left behind.
    "Do you like him?" Broken White Feather asked slyly.
    "No, but I like the attention he gives me. Others have taken
an interest too. But I never want a man to touch me."
    Broken White Feather waded to a flat rock at the edge of the
river and sat, spreading her legs. She bathed her open pussy
with handfuls of water, then thoughtfully touched her clit with a
fingertip and gently rotated it. Jenny was hardly embarrassed by
such open displays of sexuality. At first she had been outraged,
but gradually it seemed normal. Jenny sat on the rock next to
Broken White Feather and washed her own pussy, then massaged her
clit as Broken White Feather was doing. It felt wonderful.
    "Others feel the way you do, especially former captives. My
son was stupid for treating a woman so badly, then bringing her
to the camp. He should have killed you, or left you untouched.
Now he has ruined you," Broken White Feather said as she closed
her eyes in pleasure. She was breathing heavily. Her finger
moved more quickly now, occasionally it dipped into her vulva to
lubricate her pussy for her finger. A dry finger was no way to
get an orgasm, it tended to burn the clit and make it hurt for
days.
    "What should I do?" Jenny forced herself to talk normally,
despite what was happening between her legs.
    "Has Feathered Eagle shown any interest?"
    "No, he's... strange," her words were beginning to come in
gasps as her loins grew hot.
    "He's a mixed spirit. His body is male, but his spirit is
female. It is very common. Feathered Eagle would make a perfect
mate. He can protect you and hunt for you, but he would never
touch you since he only likes men. You can do the same, there
are women who only like women, I could tell you of three. Keep
the name of Jenny White Feather to let the camp know how you feel
about men, they will respect your wishes."
    Jenny massaged her clit faster. The liquid sound of her
finger rotating in her clit was loud, even over the sound of the
quiet river. Fire filled her loins and her ass. She slid one
hand up to cup her firm little breast. She was tempted to bend
down and suck the nipple, but didn't want to act inappropriately
in front of her mother.
    Jenny clamped her lips together, trying to show the restraint
that the Indians showed, even in the throes of orgasm. She knew
Broken White Feather was having an orgasm because she tended to
open and close her legs slightly while coming. They both relaxed
and washed their pussies again in the clear water. They sat
naked like two water nymphs on the large flat rock, absorbing the
late spring sunshine.
    "What you say makes sense, mother. Can you asked Feathered
Eagle for me?"
    "Certainly, daughter, it's my job with your father away. I
suggest you seek out one of the special women tonight and see how
it feels to love her. Perhaps Pink Grouse? I will speak to her
also."
    "Pink Grouse is nice," Jenny said with a smile. "She is very
pretty and she smiles a lot."
    "Maybe she can get you to smile more often too, your smile is
beautiful," Broken White Feather said, placing a slender hand on
Jenny's leg. Jenny leaned down and put her head on Broken White
Feather's shoulder, wondering if she had the best mother in the
entire world.
    
    "Relax," Pink Grouse said with a laugh. "You look like you
are going to run.
    "I am so excited, and frightened," Jenny admitted. "This is
my first time since I was captured. It was a horrible night."
    "I remember, your brother and several others forced you,
didn't they?"
    "He's not my brother," Jenny said with a growl. "If I could
end his life today, I would."
    "Oh, sorry. Well sit next to me. I've made a nice
blackberry tea and birch sugar cakes," Pink Grouse said in her
sweet little voice.
    "I'm honored," Jenny said in awe, "you've gone to a lot of
work."
    "I always do for my special friends," she said with a
beautiful smile. Jenny guessed that the cakes were made of
ground cattail root and assorted nuts, mixed with a liberal
amount of bear fat. Cooking removed most of the fat but left the
cakes light and airy. The birch sugar on the cookies was very
rare, Pink Grouse used little of it. Jenny was very impressed.
She had not tasted anything so good since... well she didn't want
to think of that right now. She had an adventure sitting next to
her. Jenny finished her snack and wiped her mouth on the back of
her hand. She turned and looked at Pink Grouse.
    "Come. Come to my bed," Pink Grouse whispered. She extended
a dainty hand and led Jenny to her bed. It was a huge pile of
wonderful smelling pine bows, topped with piles of luxurious
furs. It was so soft that Jenny luxuriated in the bed before she
looked up and saw Pink Grouse dropping her deer skin dress.
Jenny quickly untied her own fastening and slid her dress down
her arms and off her body. Pink Grouse slid gracefully into the
bed and pressed her warm body against Jenny's.
    "You feel so warm," Jenny said softly. She liked the feeling
of Pink Grouse sitting next to her almost as much as she liked
the feeling of the soft furs against her bare legs and soft ass.
    "Lay," Pink Grouse said, pushing Jenny back with a careful
hand. Jenny laid back and luxuriated in the pile of heavenly
soft furs. Pink Grouse began sliding her hands over Jenny's
body, starting at the neck and working her way down her chest,
abdomen, thighs, and finally her feet. Jenny closed her eyes and
enjoyed the feeling of Pink Grouse's soft hands on her body. It
felt so wonderful.
    Pink Grouse continued this treatment for several minutes,
then had Jenny roll over on her stomach. Jenny giggled when she
felt the soft furs against her tits. Her nipples were rock hard,
and were digging into the sleeping furs. Pink Grouse's tiny
hands worked at the back of Jenny's neck, took their time
massaging her back, then ran down the smooth cheeks of Jenny's
ass.
    Jenny hissed as the hands worked on her ass cheeks, massaging
gently, then sliding up and down her legs. In a moment Pink
Grouse bent down and kissed both cheeks of Jenny's ass, followed
by a liberal bath with her tongue.
    Jenny was now on fire. Pink Grouse took down a smoothly
carved elk antler which had been made into a smooth candle-like
shape with a handle. She put the antler into her mouth to
lubricate it, then gently pressed it against the entrance to
Jenny's pussy. Jenny's eyes widened in horror.
    "No," she screamed, forgetting that the entire camp could
hear her. Jenny rolled over on her back and pulled her legs up
to protect her pussy.
    "What?" Pink Grouse jerked her hand away. She sat holding
the dildo, looking at Jenny in concern.
    "Don't use that," Jenny said, breathing hard. Pink Grouse
could see the terror in her eyes and guessed the reason for it.
She should have known better. Men had a fascination for a
woman's ass, they probably raped her from behind.
    "Sorry, Jenny White Feather, I didn't mean to frighten you.
I'll get rid of it," Pink Grouse said, tossing the dildo to the
far side of the enclosure. "There, is that better?"
    "Yes, sorry," Jenny said, composed again.
    Pink Grouse looked down at the naked beauty on her bed, and
felt like crying. Why would grown men waste such a woman as
Jenny? She was so beautiful that Pink Grouse could not believe
her ears when Broken White Feather offered her daughter to her
just a few hours before. Jenny had been as white as a dead fish
when she arrived years before. Now she was tanned and healthy
looking but still much lighter than the average Indian. Pink
Grouse liked how Jenny's skin seemed to glow in the half
darkness.
    With a moan of passion Pink Grouse knelt before Jenny and
leaned down to suckle from her breast. It would take some time
to get Jenny back to the point where she had been before, and the
breasts were a good place to start. Jenny looked down at the
face near hers and suddenly remembered the kiss. Indians didn't
kiss like white people did. Jenny had never actually kissed a
man, but she had seen it done many times.
    When Pink Grouse moved from one breast to the other, Jenny
leaned her face down and kissed Pink Grouse softly just above her
temple. Pink Grouse gave Jenny a startled, innocent look that
made Jenny's heart skip. Jenny suddenly held Pink Grouse's head
in her hands and drew her mouth closer. Pink Grouse had heard of
kissing but never expected to experience it for herself. As
Jenny's lips touched hers she moaned and closed her eyes,
luxuriating in the feeling of Jenny's soft lips working against
hers. She tired to change positions slightly, to enhance the
kiss. When she turned her head just right, their mouths seemed
to match perfectly. They spent many long minutes kissing, then
broke the kiss, realizing that the flames in their bodies were as
strong as they had been before the unfortunate incident.
    "I want to taste your breasts," Jenny said softly, while she
looked into Pink Grouse's soft, brown eyes. Pink Grouse nodded
silently and slid back to lay on the furs. Jenny immediately
bent down and placed one arm on the other side of Pink Grouse,
then lowered her lips to the girl's left breast.
    She found the nipple and sucked eagerly. Pink Grouse was
twisting her other nipple in her slender fingers. Jenny watched
as she sucked, then slid over to capture the right nipple in her
lips. Pink Grouse slid both hands under Jenny and tweaked her
nipples. Although very firm, Jenny's tits were now hanging down,
making them look much bigger than they normally would. Unable to
contain herself, Pink Grouse swiveled around so she could suck on
Jenny's nipples, milking each breast in her hands as she did,
while Jenny continued to alternate on her breasts.
    Each girl grew hotter and hotter. Jenny suddenly realized
that she needed more, but she didn't know what to do next. This
was really her first time. She continued to suck on Pink
Grouse's nipples while her eyes traveled to the little patch of
black pubic hair below her. Jenny decided that if Pink Grouse
grew so hot by having her nipples sucked, it would make sense
that she would grow even hotter if her pussy was sucked.
    Jenny didn't know if she could do it, or if doing so would
make her sick, but she was so horny that she would have done
anything to relieve the fire in her loins. Licking Pink Grouse
between her legs seemed like the best thing to do. Before she
could lose her nerve and change her mind, Jenny broke contact
with the nipple and lunged forward to face the pussy. It was
adorable, small and shapely. Jenny spread Pink Grouse's legs.
Pink Grouse said something, but Jenny wasn't listening. She
resolutely lowered her mouth and placed it over Pink Grouse's
pussy.
    Pink Grouse gasped and tried to push Jenny off, but Jenny
wrapped her arms around the girl's slender legs and forced them
open even more, while her relentless mouth sucked and tongued the
Indian girl's pussy. It was fantastic, in fact it was delicious
in it's own way. Jenny knew she had to try this again often.
    Pink Grouse was still not convinced. Only animals licked a
woman's pussy, not other women. But Jenny was very strong, and
her position gave her an advantage. It took several minutes for
Pink Grouse to realize that she was no longer fighting, in fact
she was looking at the white woman's pussy above her face, and
wondering if she had the nerve to do what Jenny was doing to her.
While Jenny's lips created a raging fire between Pink Grouse's
legs, the Indian girl watched the movement of the pussy above
her, wanting to dive into the pink flesh, but still uncertain.
Finally, with a cry of frustration, Pink Grouse reached up and
pulled Jenny's pussy down to her lips. She shoved her tongue up
inside of Jenny and licked, then tasted it experimentally. After
some deliberation she decided that she liked it.
    "That feels wonderful," Jenny cried into Pink Grouse's pussy.
    Pink Grouse placed one arm over each meaty leg and wrapped
her arms firmly around them, holding the rocking pussy in place.
She found herself eagerly exploring the depths of Jenny's mound,
while Jenny's actions mirrored her own between her sweet brown
legs. It was wonderful, a whole new experience and much better
than two girls placing a hand in the other's lap. A girl would
have to keep track of her time of month, but other than that it
was a wonderful way to make love.
    Pink Grouse felt so hot, and so depraved, that she began
coming immediately. Jenny sensed her tension and licked her clit
eagerly, trying to help Pink Grouse come big. It wasn't long
before both girls were moaning and licking faster, until an
orgasm exploded between each girl's legs. They rode it out
together, stopping at just the right time and holding each other
until their bodies returned to normal. Jenny lifted up and
swiveled around so she could lay looking at Pink Grouse.
    "You look so beautiful," Pink Grouse sighed as she wiped her
juice off Jenny's face with a rabbit skin.
    "So do you. That was wonderful. Did I do it right?"
    "I don't know, nobody has ever done it like that before in
this village. But I know I will do it often from now on," Pink
Grouse said with a smile.
    "So does that mean you will be my mate?" Jenny asked slyly.
    "Your partner, not your mate," Pink Grouse said and kissed
Jenny quickly. Tell your mother you are very welcome in my
tepee."
    
    Feathered Eagle and Jenny White Feather were married by the
middle of the summer. It was no big surprise, most of the
village knew the reason for such an arrangement. News traveled
quickly in a small village of 100 people. What surprised
everyone, except Broken White Feather, was when Feathered Eagle
also married Pink Grouse in the early fall. This placed
Feathered Eagle in a status far above most men in the village,
including the seven that Jenny hated. It was just one of many
ways she would find to hurt them in the years to come.
Eventually they would be killed by warring tribes, one by one.
    But hurting her rapists was not the reason for the second
marriage, Jenny insisted that her lover be in her tepee to share
the work, among other things. The arrangement worked out for
everyone.

    Jenny's real parents made it to San Francisco. They lived
long and happy lives until they died in the fire resulting from
the great earthquake on 18 April 1906. They never new that their
daughter survived.
    Jenny was not as lucky. Although she enjoyed many long years
of bliss, she and Pink Grouse died tragically on the "Trail Of
Tears". Jenny had no regrets.