Red Pony
By valerafon
A female Apache Indian leaves her people and finds a different path and a new man.


Red Pony walked out of the Apache encampment and she didn't look back. She was
leaving her people for good. There would be no turning back. The brave she had
married was dead. War Cloud had been killed in the last raid by their mortal
enemies the Crow and now she was alone. None of the other braves would have
her even though she was stunning to look at. She was just too big and too
strong and too much of a bother for the other braves. No man wanted his woman
to be stronger than he was especially an Apache warrior.

During the last raid on her village she had single handedly killed four Crow
warriors two with her bare hands, and afterward there were whispers behind her
back from the other squaws. Even the braves whispered. She was known by the
braves as Octago Panta Fuentana in the Apache language or she who fights like
a man.

Red Pony had always been a wild and untamed Indian maiden. To her husbands
credit War Cloud stuck by her but even he too had difficulty with her and he
was the tallest and strongest brave in the tribe. She was headstrong and wild
and War Cloud often slept out of the lodge down by the stream.

Since no other brave would take her in and she had no other family but War
Cloud her options were few. Squaws such as her often died during the winter
because no one would bring her meat and she was excluded from the hunting
parties. Her only option was too leave and she took it.

She remembered a cabin off Apache land high up in the mountains used as a line
shack by the white men. War Cloud and her had seen it on one of their journeys
and she knew it would be empty during the harsh winter to come. The land there
was blessed by the creator of all things and much game roamed its slopes. Big
horn sheep and antelope and many deer braved the winter there on the mountain.
She could hunt game and she could cut a hole in the ice and fish a nearby
lake. There would be food enough for her to make it through the winter. It was
a daring plan she conceived. Her only real shot at survival and she took it.
Red Pony didn't know what she would do after the winter came and went but that
time was a long way off, and she had to survive the winter first.

The night she chose to leave it was already cool and soon the autumn breezes
would turn to winter gales. Strapping her only possession a large hunting
knife to her thigh she crept to a nearby lodge and stole a bow and a quiver of
arrows. Then she made her way to the ponies, but there were several braves
their, and they thwarted her plans to steal one and ride like the wind away
from the only people she had ever known. Carrying only a small pouch of food
on her belt she quietly and stealthily walked out of camp pausing only for a
moment to slip the bow over one of her broad shoulders and the quiver over
another. Then she quickly struck out towards the full moon and the mountains
in the distance her desperate journey begun.

The first day of her journey she often looked back but no one was pursuing
her. Red Pony was now alone in the world and she felt a great sadness but it
did not stop her or slow her down. She had a goal and nothing else mattered.
On the fourth day with the large mountain looming in the distance her food ran
out, and she was still almost a whole day away from her objective. That's when
she saw the glow of the campfire. Her hunger drew her to it like a mouth to a
flame.

When she drew near she heard a strange sound emanating from the light of the
campfire. Slowly she crept forward unseen and unheard till she was just beyond
the light of the fire behind a big rock. It was a white man or Pyutu as the
Apache called them which stood for cowboy. They tended the cattle and
generally stayed to themselves and the Apaches left them alone for the most
part because they had greater enemies to contend with, the Crow and the
Blackfoot and Piute among others.

This Pyutu held this strange thing to his mouth and the most unusual sound
came from it. As she listened the sounds actually began to intrigue Red Pony.
It was the most unusual music she had ever heard in her life but oddly
pleasing. He played that strange instrument for several minutes and when he
finally put it down she got her first good look at the man. He was pleasing to
look at but he had a growth of beard on him. The Apache men had no such
feature and his small growth of beard intrigued her. It gave a rough but
pleasing look to his countenance and Red Pony wondered what his face would
feel like if she touched it.

Then he reached for a pot on the fire and began to eat from it. She knew it
was white man's food and it wouldn't taste good but she was hungry. In the
throws of great starvation she wiped her mouth with the side of her arm and
fought back her hunger. Pulling the knife from its sheath on her shapely thigh
she held it a moment and contemplated the man's death. It was not her way or
the Apache way to steal and kill. That was her hated enemy's way the Crow and
she would not resort to something that low.

She would wait till he slept and she would take what she needed but she would

leave her pouch as payment. That was the Apache way. Besides, the man pleased

her and as she stared at him by the fire she realized she hadn't been with a
man for a very long time and this Pyutu stirred deep sexual feelings with in
her. He was handsomer than any brave she had ever seen but he was white. He
was beneath her. Yet he was very handsome. In another time and in another
place Red Pony thought I would let him into my teepee and there we would spend
a very passionate night together locked in each others arms.

For a moment her urges consumed her as she stared at the white man dressed in
that strange white man's clothing. He was so handsome though, and she liked
his thin wiry body too. She even had a fantasy about him. They were sleeping
together side by side, and she reached over grabbed him and pulled him to her
and held close to her bigger stronger body before they made love. It would be
like she was consuming him and that thought pleased her.

Instinctively, she knew she was much stronger than he was and she laughed to
herself when she thought of it. She was much stronger than most men and that
was the root of much of her problems. He was small too, smaller than her by
almost a full head. In any relationship she knew she would rule and he would
follow her just like a squaw followed the men of her tribe and that too
pleased her. She knew she was wild and headstrong unlike any other Indian
maiden and that thought pleased her too.

Finally, she put those thoughts aside as the man settled under his covers to
sleep and twenty minutes later she had some food, some strangely bitter black
water the man drank, and his spare blanket too. The bitter black water tasted
awful but she drank it all down. It would sustain her till she reached the
cabin on the mountain, and she left the man there with his life intact, but
she left the pouch by the fire so he would be sure to find it as payment for
the possessions taken in the night.

Two hours further into her journey she stopped and rested and the man came
back into her thoughts. She should have taken his horse. It would be needed.
She should go back and get it. It would be easy but what of the man? He would
die of course even if she spared his life. White men were no good in the wild
without their horse. He was not her concern she thought. She needed the horse.
It would be up to him if he lived or died so she started to retrace her steps
back to the man's encampment. It would be light soon and her opportunity would
be gone if she did not hurry.

She did not make it back in time. As soon as it was light Red Pony knew he
would be gone, but if he was heading south towards the white's man's town she
could head him off just over the next bluff. It was a good plan she thought
and she began to run thinking about the white man and his strangely exciting
face.

Just over the bluff she stood on a big stone overlooking the trail and to her
delight she could see the man on his horse slowly moving towards her position.
This will be easy she thought. When he was directly under her she jumped down
and caught the man on his shoulder dragging him off his horse. He quickly
bounced to his feet with unusual dexterity for a white man and was reaching
for his gun when she hit with her shoulder square in the chest sending his gun
flying. He was far slower in reacting this time and as he tried to stand Red
Pony was on him before he could recover. She pulled him down and she got
behind him, wrapped her strong arm around his neck, and began squeezing his
throat.

The cowboy still didn't realize it was a female getting the best of him.

All he saw was this blur hitting him and now it felt like a large lumberjack
had him

by the throat and was squeezing the life out of him from behind. He fought
back as best he could but who ever it was choking him they had really cinched
in their arm around his throat and their was no way to get leverage to break
the hold. Slowly he felt the life being drained out of him and he didn't even
know why.

Red Pony felt the fight go out of the man and she rocked her arms slowly back
and forth to add even more power to her squeeze. The man's eyes began to
flutter and then his arms fell away and then she felt him go limp. She rocked
her arms a few more times for good measure and then she let the man go and he
crumbled face down to the ground completely unconscious. She could have killed
him easily but that was not her intent. All she wanted was his horse but she
did let out with a loud war cry to celebrate her easy victory over the Pyutu.

She looked at the man for a moment but she could not see his face. Then she
went and retrieved his horse. She took off the saddle and discarded it
thinking silly white men why do they ride on such a useless thing and then she
went through his saddle bags. She found some food and a canteen of water, a
large knife for skinning, and other useful objects and decided to keep the
bags. When she was ready to leave she walked the horse past the man and
stopped for a moment contemplating him before she took off for the cabin.

Her curiosity got the best of her and she decided to turn the man over. When
she did she was truly astonished. The man was even more handsome close up. Red
Pony bent down and touched the unconscious man's short growth of beard. The
hairs felt so soft to the touch that his face was unlike any other man she had
ever known. He was unique and she really liked that but it made her lonely and
for the first time since she left the Apache encampment she felt alone. Then
she felt even worse when she realized out here he'd probably die without his
horse. That too was an unbearable thought.

As she stared down at the unconscious man a simple solution came to her. She
could take the man with her. He would be company for her through the long
winter to come and she would be much less lonely. He was a pretty man and that
made her loins stir uneasily. She could think of snowy nights with their
body's entwined making hot passionate love and the man satisfying her many
needs as they lay both safe and comfortable within the cabin. She had been
without a man far too long. He wouldn't be of much use hunting and fishing but
he would be useful for the long nights ahead and that thought made her smile.
There in the cabin I would be the chief and he will be my squaw and that
thought pleased her. I will rule him like the men of my tribe rule their women
and she smiled at the thought too.

He would be no trouble at the cabin. She had already tested his strength and
she knew she was far stronger than he was. She would even enjoy taming him
through the long winter months ahead, and maybe just maybe she would take him
with her in the spring. That thought put a smile on her face and she pulled
his rope from the horse and cut off some smaller pieces and tied his hands
behind his back and bound his feet as well. When he was prepared she bent down
and with unbelievable strength for a female hoisted the man easily across his
horse and then she jumped on behind him. Smiling Red Pony took off toward the
cabin on the mountain but now she was excited about the days ahead. The pretty
white man would keep her company and dance to her tune.

When Hank regained consciousness it took him a few seconds to become awake and
alert. He felt the motion of the horse as it galloped along and it was
disorienting at first. When his eyes focused he was looking down at the ground
and it was moving. It took him a few seconds more to realize that he was slung
over a horse and looking at the ground.

When he tried to move he realized his hands and feet were bound and he
couldn't really move them. What in the hell is going on he thought? Then he
remembered the fight and realized he had been knocked from his horse and
subsequently lost a fight to an unknown assailant. His captor had slung him
over a horse and was taking him somewhere. It all fit together and at the
moment he was just happy to be alive.

Turning his head more he was able to see a leg butted up next to his body.
When he focused on the bottom part of the leg it was the most stunning
revelation yet. The leg was bare at the ankle but that what was more amazing
was the fact that it was extremely shapely. As his eyes moved upward he could
also see a smooth bare lower leg as well. The calf was extremely muscular but
that did not take away from its strange allure. As he focused on it more he
realized the leg was long and smooth as can be, extremely tantalizing to look
at, and undeniably female. That fascinated him till the realization hit him
that he had been overpowered by a woman, tied up like a calf before branding,
and slung over his own horse.

Still higher up on her leg he could see that she had a sheath strapped to her
thigh and in it was a knife. It was a sexy sight to behold but he had to fight
back those thoughts and he said to himself man if I could only get to that
knife, but his hands were tied behind his back. Then he realized he had been
overpowered by some type of warrior woman.

Just then he remembered he had noticed something moments before and his mind
had overlooked it as he stared at her leg. Lowering his gaze below her ankle
he focused on her feet and realized that the woman was wearing moccasins. She
was an Indian. Panic overtook him and he yelled up at his captor, "Where are
you taking me?"

He got a sharp reply in Apache. "Nenundo Sequanno!" she yelled at him from
above in a very menacing but yet very female tone of voice. He wasn't sure
what she said but he guessed it was something like shut up and be quiet. So he
decided to keep quiet for the moment and think this thing out. He stared at
the ground as it whizzed by focusing his thoughts on his present situation and
what he thought was going to happen didn't make him very happy.

Hank was beside himself. He reasoned that he was being taken to this Indian
maiden's camp where he'd be tortured in some grizzly manner for an extended
period of time and eventually killed, but first he'd have to endure the
laughter from the squaws and braves when they saw that a young Apache maiden
had captured him and brought him back in this embarrassing fashion. That would
almost be worse than dying he thought.

The remainder of the short journey Hank kept quiet steeling himself for the
nightmare that was in his future. Although the ground they were traversing was
mountainous and not the type of place where he would expect an Indian
encampment to be located. When the horse finally stopped and the female
warrior got off Hank picked his head up as far as he could and looked around.
He was surprised to see that he was not at an Indian encampment. Instead, he
could see a cabin and a small barn adjacent to it. That's when the female
momentarily came into view and interrupted his train of thought. He just got a
quick glimpse of her as she moved by but what he saw amazed him.

She was tall and she was wearing what one would expect from an Indian maiden.
Her clothing was very skimpy and the leather outfit ended high up on her
thighs exposing a lot of sexy bare leg and the leather was cut on one leg
exposing even more delectable thigh. She also had on a headband with one eagle
feather protruding from it on the back of her head. Even though he got just a
glimpse of her as she walked by he saw enough to know that she was extremely
beautiful with light red skin, large breasts, and that she was also quite
young. Hank reckoned that she was in her late teens or early twenties and that
made him even more embarrassed when he realized that he had been bested by
such a young girl.

His thoughts were cut short when Red Pony walked up to the horse and pulled
him off of it and easily placed the slim white man over her shoulder and
carried him into the cabin. Hank was totally amazed at the sheer strength of
this young woman. She was carrying him over her shoulder with no apparent
difficulty and she was walking fast as if the extra burden made no difference
to her as she moved. To Hank it was a sobering experience as she carried him
into the cabin and laid him on the floor next to the fireplace. This young
Indian maiden had phenomenal strength. She was easily the strongest woman he
had ever seen. He had hoped to catch her by surprise and to overpower her and
get away. Now he was not so sure he could best her in a fight and to a man
that was an embarrassing thought.

After she laid him down Red Pony squatted next to him and stared at the pretty
white man looking intently at his strangely expressive face. Hank had a view
of her amazing legs and he openly stared at them for a moment before his gaze
turned upward and he looked at his captor. She was even more beautiful close
up. Hank thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and that
was saying a lot because he had been to San Francisco in his youth. Her face
was that of an Indian but what an Indian. She had a long face, high cheek
bones, piercing eyes and large lips. She was a sight to behold he thought as
they stared at each other for a moment.

Then Red Pony placed her hand on the side of his face and stroked it gently as
she talked in her native tongue. "Uva Red Pony!" she told him as she took her
other hand and pointed a finger at her bosom.

It only took a second for Hank to realize that she was trying to tell him her
name and he said Red Pony back to her which made her smile. Then he said very
slowly, "Me Hank ... Hank Ketchum!"

Red Pony turned her head in a sexy manner as she listened and then she said
back, "HNK ... Hnk Catchim!"

"Hank ... Ketchum!" he said back to her very phonetically as he slowly
pronounced his name once more.

"This time she said his name better. "HANNNK ... ..KETCHUMMM!" she said slowly
in that sexy voice of hers, and then she said his first name again and got it
right. "HANK!"

Pointing to her she said, "Red Pony!" and then she pointed to him saying,
"Hank Ketchum!" and then she gave him a big glorious smile.

As she spoke to him Hank thought this didn't seem like someone who was about
to torture and kill him. She was stroking his face as if she liked him and
that didn't seem right either. He thought she was beautiful but of course he
was a man and men were weak in such matters. Still, he couldn't figure out
what she wanted from him or what she was going to do with him for that matter.

After their brief conversation Red Pony stood up and looked down at the man
for a moment still staring at him intently. Hank did the same and stared up at
this breathtaking Indian maiden. She looked so beautiful and so amazing
standing there above him that he couldn't help admiring what he saw. That's
when he realized for the first time just how tall she was. As he stared openly
at her magnificent body he realized she had to be a good head taller than he
was. She was not only beautiful and extremely strong she was also very tall.
Much taller than him and he was not a short man by anyone's standard. He
wasn't a six footer but he usually didn't get dwarfed by someone else,
especially a woman.

Before she left she spoke some more incomprehensible words to him in her
native tongue and then she left the cabin. Even though he didn't understand
the words he felt he was sure about the meaning. She wanted him to stay where
he was and not to try and escape. Heck his hands were tied behind his back by
an expert and his feet were tied as well. He realized he wasn't going anywhere
anytime soon.

Over the next few hours he saw Red Pony enter and exit the cabin many times
and she was very busy. She brought in his saddle bags and emptied them on the
table. Next he saw her reach for the axe next to the door and carry it
outside. About an hour later she brought in a lot of wood making several trips
to bring it all in, and she stacked it carefully next to the fireplace. That
was a lot of wood Hank thought. Too much for just a one night stay. He had
thought they would spend the night here and then she would take him to her
camp, but now he wasn't so sure. Red Pony seemed friendly and that just
confused him even more.

On her last trip into the cabin with the wood she had brought in a birch rod
as well. She placed the wood down and then she looked at the rod carefully for
a few moments, swung it several times, and then laid it on the table glimpsing
at Hank as she did so. Hank was watching her very intently and he thought the
rod was about a foot in length and it had been carefully stripped of its
leaves and anything thing else that prevented it from being a very straight
stick. Hank remembered his mom used to hit him with one when he was bad in his
youth, and that thought scared the hell out of him. Was she going to use that
on him?

Next on her agenda she stared at the cot in the corner for a few moments. As
she did so Red Pony thought why do white men sleep on something that looks so
uncomfortable? Taking the cot in her hands she pulled off the cover and sheets
which would prove useful and then she carried the cot outside, walked far from
the cabin, and discarded the useless thing in the woods. When she walked back
she entered the barn instead of the cabin.

She had already bedded down the horse for the night and when she did she was
happy to see that there was more than enough bales of hay to feed him through
the long winter months ahead. Grabbing one of the bales she hoisted it on to
her shoulder and walked back to the cabin. It was heavy but she liked the
weight of it and the tension it brought to her muscles. Red Pony loved to
exercise her muscles every chance she got. It was one of the reasons she was
so strong and she was still feeling exhilarated from chopping all that wood
with the white man's axe. As she used the axe she remembered thinking it was
one of the few useful tools they had brought with them from the east.

Hank was stunned when she walked in the door carrying a large bale of hay on
her shoulder. He wasn't certain that he could carry that bale of hay like she
was doing. She threw the bale down where the cot used to be an then arranged
the hay all over the floor. When she was done she stared at the hay for a
moment and then she left and got another bale. Hank had to admit the hay did
look comfortable when she was through arranging it. Then she said something to
him which he did not get the meaning off till she strapped the knife back to
her leg and placed the bow and quiver of arrows across her shoulders. She
stared at him for a moment and then left the cabin. He was fairly certain she
was going hunting. He just hoped she was as good a hunter as she was a fighter
because he was really hungry.

Several hours passed and he was growing very uncomfortable lying there on the
floor. When the next thing he knew the door swung open and Red Pony was
standing there before him in all her magnificent glory and she stared at him
as he stared back at her. She had a dead buck slung across her shoulders and
she looked truly magnificent standing there in the doorway. Hank could only
guess how much the deer weighed but he knew it weighed a lot probably several
hundred pounds and she had carried it some distance as well. He was truly in
awe of her and her many abilities. She was quite easily the most amazing
female he had ever encountered in his entire life.

Red Pony stared at him for a few moments more and she was relieved to see that
he was still trussed up just the way she left him. Then she made her way to
the barn to slaughter the dear and hang it up and preserve it for the days to
come. About an hour later she brought a large piece in to cook for dinner.
After she had started the fire and placed the meat on the spit she heard the
man say, "Red Pony I have to pee!"

Turning to him she tilted her head several times as if she was trying to
understand what he had just said. Then to Hank's great relief she started to
untie his feet but she did not untie his hands. When she had untied him and
his feet were free he heard her say in a sharp voice, "Quattle ... Matto
Redato!"

Somehow he understood her words to mean try and stand and he did so slowly. As
Hank stood he was amazed that they did not speak the same language but each
seemed to intuitively know what the other was saying. When he was on his feet
Red Pony walked quickly over to the table and retrieved the birch rod. As she
did Hank contemplated running but his legs were unsteady from being trussed up
and his hands were still tied. He didn't think if he ran now he'd get very far
and then there'd be hell to pay.

When Red Pony returned she grabbed the back of his neck with her free hand and
with the other she waived the birch rod in front of his eyes in a threatening
manner. Then she barked out an order and pointed toward the door with the
stick. "Illum Cotum Predono!" she told him sternly as she pointed to the door.

Her fingers were very powerful and he felt a sharp pain as they bit into the
back of his neck and Hank realized that the stick waving and the neck clamp
was a powerful reminder as to what would happen if he tried to disobey her on
the way to the woods. She slowly led him out of the cabin, with her hand still
clamped around the back of his neck, towards the woods several yards away.
When they reached the base of a large tree she put the stick in her mouth and
reached down and unzipped his pants. Then to Hanks great surprise she reached
in with her hand and pulled out his manhood.

Barking out another order she told him, "Balto!"

He took that to mean pee but he was having trouble. His penis was being held
by her hand and it was disconcerting to say the least. No mater how hard he
tried even though he had to go badly just a few moments before he could not
pee. A few moments more passed with no success and then he heard her say in an
even more forceful voice, "BALTO!"

"I'm trying," he told her and then he felt even more pressure from her strong
hand on the back of his neck.

The pressure became so intense on the back of his neck that he wasn't sure if
that wasn't the cause of his problems. Finally, Hank just closed his eyes and
tried to block out the pain and the feel of her hand on his penis and he just
let go and it worked. Soon a long stream of pee was hitting the tree and it
felt so good.

As the man peed Red Pony watched the show pleased at the fact that the man was
well endowed. She had been led to believe that Apache men had shafts twice as
long as a white mans. That must have been a silly tale because here was clear
evidence to the contrary. As she held his shaft as he peed she wondered what
other things about white men that she had been led to believe were also
untrue. The man peed for a very long time and she eased up on her neck pinch
as he quickly finished his business.

When he was done she led him back into the house. It was time she untied his
hands. She knew he would do something very foolish as soon as his hands were
free, but it was time to show him who was chief of this teepee. When they were
inside she pointed to a chair with her birch rod and he sat down in it. Then
she reached behind him and untied his hands.

Hank was really surprised when she untied his hands but this was a very good
development he thought. As soon as they were free he began to rub his wrists
trying to bring the circulation back to his hands as he looked up at her. In a
calm voice as he rubbed his wrists he said to Red Pony, "What are you going to
do with me?"

She tilted her head in that sexy manner of hers that she often used whenever
he spoke but this time she did not understand him he was sure. Instead, she
moved away from him barring his path to the door and just stood there smiling
at him. To Hank it seemed like she was saying just try something. She's
taunting me he thought and he got up and walked toward the door. When he
reached the door she put her hand on the door frame barring his way, and with
a big smile on her face she shook her head back and forth indicating to Hank
that he would not be allowed to pass.

He was standing next to her and she towered over his smaller frame but he was
the man and he would not be intimidated by her, but at that moment she was
holding that birch rod and that made him think twice before reacting. Red Pony
saw his reaction to the stick and then to make him understand how truly
helpless he was against her she took the stick and threw it in the corner.

That maneuver caught Hank completely by surprise and he stared at it for a few
moments and then he reacted. He tried to plow past her but she was quicker and
she grabbed his shoulders and the next thing he knew he was flying through the
air. Red Pony had tossed him toward the hay so that he would have a soft
landing. Just an instant after he landed in a heap in the hay Red Pony was all
over him but she wasn't angry. Instead, she was laughing uproariously as they
struggled for supremacy in the hay.

Why is she laughing Hank wondered as he struggled with her arms as she pinned
him underneath her massive body? She must think I'm not much of a threat he
thought angrily. Well, I'll show her he said to himself with great resolve as
he tried to grab on to her arms and push her off of him.

To Red Pony this was fun. She truly loved to wrestle and she had not wrestled
with males since she was younger. She remembered how all the young bucks soon
shied away from her when she proved that she was clearly superior to all of
them. Now she had another male in her grasp and he could not run or make fun
of her like the others did. As she pinned him underneath her and gained
control of his arms she thought she would have much fun wrestling with his
inferior body in the future but for now she had to show him who was chief here
in this place.

Grabbing his wrists she moved both of his arms over his head as she lay out
lengthwise above him and when she was in place she wound her long legs around
his and stretched them out. Her actions stretched out Hank's ligaments and
tendons painfully in his legs as she held him in a classic grapevine. It was
one of Red Pony's favorite maneuvers when she wrestled, and the Indian's
called this hold the, "Tika Wakka!" or leg lock.

As she cinched in the hold with her powerful legs she could see the pain on
the man's face. Don't worry I won't hurt you she thought to herself as an urge
overcame her and she leaned in and kissed his lips even as she held him
helpless beneath her.

Hank didn't know what to be more amazed about as he fought with his
antagonist, her sheer strength, her amazing fighting ability, or the sensual
kiss she had just laid on his lips. She's toying with me he thought shamefully
as he lay completely helpless underneath her. Then he realized something for
the first time and it stunned and amazed him. What if she wasn't taking me to
her camp to be killed but instead she was going to keep me here as her love
slave? That just couldn't be he thought but as he looked up at her she was
again laughing and smiling at him playfully. She clearly was enjoying herself
and someone just doesn't kiss their enemy and then callously kill them.

When she had him completely helpless with his arms pinned by hers above his
head and his legs controlled by hers as well she stopped fighting and just
held him that way like a trophy for a long time. Her look was very strange. It
was like she was looking at her lover and not at her captive. Then she bent
lower and kissed him again very slowly and very sensually. The kiss lasted an
eternity and when it was over Hank was dragged to his feet, his wrists were
pinned together, and she was holding them captive with just one of her hands
as she led him like a puppy dog to the table.

Hank tried to free his hands but just one of her hands was enough to keep his
wrists tightly pinned together. As she casually walked to the table with Hank
trailing behind she reached for the two lengths of rope and she turned and
easily tied his hands together in front of him despite his best efforts at
stopping her. When they had been secured she pushed him backwards and he fell
back into the hay. As soon as he was down she tied his feet together and Hank
found himself trussed up once more. This time she tapped his cheek playfully
and smiled at him before she got up and left the cabin.

Even though his hands were in front of him he could not get out of his bonds.
She was just too good at tying secure knots. A few moments later Red Pony
rolled in a large tub from the barn and as Hank watched she brought in dozens
of buckets of water to fill it. Her efforts had to take an hour but eventually
the tub was full. It dawned on Hank fairly early in her labors that she was
filling the tub to take a bath and that excited him even though she had made
him her captive.

Her next concern was the food and she checked it and turned it as he watched
her work with the meat from his position on the hay. It took a half hour more
but the meat was finally done. Instead of untying his hands as she had just
done with his legs Red Pony fed him water by the table from a cup. Then she
fed him pieces of meat which he had to take from her hand with his mouth. As
he ate it she continued to smile at him and watch him carefully. The deer meat
was excellent and he ate a lot of it. When he was done eating Red Pony ate the
rest of the meat tearing it apart with her white teeth. She ate it so
voraciously and so devoid of manners that she looked just like a savage to him
as she ate her food. Yet even these actions of hers turned him on as he
watched her eat. She was truly one incredible female.

As Red Pony ate Hank noticed that it had gotten dark outside and he was
growing tired but this long day was nowhere near over. After the meal they
both sat by the fire and bathed in its ambiance, but still Red Pony did not
untie his hands. For a little while even though they didn't speak Hank felt
more like a man than he had for some time.

Then unexpectedly Red Pony got up and started to take off her clothes. Hank
watched with bated breath as she first slipped off her moccasins, then her
leather dress, and finally her head band and feather. When she was standing
naked before him Hank couldn't help but stare unabashedly at her incredible
body. Some women looked better dressed but not Red Pony. She was
breathtakingly beautiful in her birthday suit and Hank's breath caught in his
throat as he stared at her.

She had firm full breasts perfectly formed and shaped, a lush body that
tapered down elegantly to her waist and took his breath away. A firm flat
tummy that flared out into the shapeliest hips Hank had ever seen. Extremely
long lovely legs that were incredibly firm and meaty yet totally amazing to
look at. A face to die for and soft brown hair that was as pretty as any he
had seen on any society lady. She was a vision standing before him in all her
naked glory.

Then as if he wasn't there she stepped into the tub and began to bathe
herself. If his hands weren't tied and the door had been wide open and the tub
not baring his way Hank wasn't sure if he could have left at that moment he
was so engrossed in what he was seeing play out before him. Red Pony was that
captivating.

As she bathed she thought of the man but still ignored him. Let him look she
thought. She was not the least bit ashamed of her body and she knew she had
his complete attention and that pleased her. As she washed the days grime off
her body she thought about how much fun it would be if he was in the tub with
her. Why not she thought. He must do as I say. I am the chief here and she
stepped out of the tub exhilarating in the warmth she felt from the fire. She
stood there next to him for a moment as he stared hungrily up at her body and
then she bent down and untied his hands and led him over to the tub. Hank
thought she wanted him to wash her but he was wrong. Speaking to him in Apache
that she wanted him in the tub he looked at her for a moment and then as
recognition of what she wanted spread across his face he shook his head no and
said, "I don't take baths ... never cared for them one bit!" he told her.

As always they somehow understood each other and as soon as he was done with
his defiant statement she proceeded to change his mind. Grabbing his arm in a
lightening quick move she bent it behind his back and then she grabbed his
hair and shoved his face down into the tub of bath water. She held it there
for a second and then she pulled him up and again spoke to him in Apache once
more. When she was done he said just as defiantly, "NO BATH!"

Again his head was shoved downwards till it was submerged under grimy bath
water. This time she held him down longer. She was not mad at him. She
actually enjoyed his defiance. It told her he was a real man, but a man who
could not hope to cope with her. Red Pony knew how extraordinary she was and
her easy handling of him did not diminish him any in her eyes.

She had to submerge his head a third, a forth, and even a fifth time before he
finally relented. "Ok ... Ok I'll get in the tube ... just ease up will you?"
he told her in a defeated voice. Maybe it was the tenor of his voice, but she
knew he had relented. Still, she still held him cautiously by the back of the
neck as he slipped out of his clothes. He stunk and his clothes stunk but he
was a man after all and all men hated baths. She would bathe him and tomorrow
she would wash the grime out of their clothes by pounding them with a rock by
the stream. Then he would smell better with his clothes on, but tonight she
would keep him naked and he would be clean and he would smell better too and
that pleased her.

When he balked at taking off his underclothes she simply squeezed the back of
his neck till he complied and then she let him go. When he was as naked as her
he suddenly got embarrassed and he placed his hands in front of his genitals
trying to hide them from view. Red Pony reacted by knocking them away with her
hand several times till he got the message and kept his hands away. Then she
just stared at his penis without shame for a very long time. It was long and
hard. He obviously was aroused by her and that made her very happy. When she
had admired him long enough she motioned for him to get in the tub. He stuck
one foot in and immediately pulled it out yelling, "YEOW! THAT'S COLD!"

Her response was not sympathetic and she grabbed him and dumped him head first
into the water. When his head came up she was already next to him in the tub.
"TOO COLD!" he yelped and she placed her hand on the top of his head and
submerged him again.

"Ok ... Ok," he told her in that same defeated voice. "You win ... I'm in the
tub but at least let me wash you off," he said as he picked up a rag that was
hanging from the lip of the tub and tried to wipe off her breasts. That got
the angriest response from her yet and she slapped his hand away and then she
raised a hand menacingly like she was going to hit him with it, and then she
pointed to the birch rod in the corner and said something in Apache to him.

He got her message. If he touched her again without her permission there'd be
hell to pay. "Ok ... Ok I'll do what you want," he told her in a frustrated
voice.

What Red Pony wanted to do was bathe him. She took the rag and started to wash
his body with it. As soon as she touched him she felt him shiver and she knew
it wasn't from the cold and that too pleased her. Slowly she washed his entire
body even his short beard with Hank protesting several more times but an angry
look or a firm command or a menacing hand soon brought him back into line.

Red Pony had saved the best for last and she grabbed on to his pole and
started to bathe that as well. "Oh Lord!" Hank gasped, "Better hurry I don't
know how long I can hold out!" he told her.

Her response was too continue holding on to his pole but she brought her arm
up menacingly with the palm of her hand just inches from his face and held it
there for a moment. Hank got the message. He was to hold back the flood or he
would pay and pay dearly. "Oh Lord help me," he begged as he closed his eyes
and grimaced trying to desperately keep from losing it.

Red Pony smiled at his discomfort and then she proceeded to slowly wipe his
pole with the wet rag very slowly making sure not to miss a single spot. It
took super human effort on Hank's part but he managed to control himself till
she was done to his great relief.

His bath lasted nearly a half hour and then she handed him the rag and pointed
at her breasts with her finger. Hank was one happy man as he slowly wiped her
breasts off and that wasn't the end of it either. In turn, Red pony pointed to
her amazing legs, her stomach, and even her butt which Hank dutifully cleaned.

When he was done they both got out of the tub and Hank began to shiver
uncontrollably. Red Pony grabbed his blanket, sat down by the fire, and
motioned for him to sit next to her. When he did she threw the blanket over
him, wrapped him in it, and pulled him so that he was sitting on her lap. The
experience was quite delightful and Hank could have cared less how it might
have looked. Besides, no one was around but her and him anyway. Hank was
wrapped up snugly in the blanket by the warm fire and she held him firmly in
her embrace as he sat on her lap. To Hank he had died and gone to heaven and
he stopped shivering almost immediately.

As she held him she spoke soft and soothing words to him in that delightful
voice of hers. He didn't know what she was saying but she seemed quite happy
as was he and that's all that mattered. She held him like that for almost an
hour and then she abruptly stood up taking Hank along with her so that when
she was standing he found himself carried in her strong arms. She carried him
over to the hay and then gently laid him down in it and then she walked over
to the lamp and blew out the light. The next thing he knew he was in her arms
in the dark. Then the love making really ignited and they kissed and hugged
for what seemed like an eternity. Her sweet breath and soft body and even
softer lips igniting a deep passion within him almost a hunger that he had
never felt before.

Then she was on top of him and he was in her and she was thrusting her body
rhythmically above him and yelling something in Apache at the top of her
lungs. As they made love they both were carried to even greater heights until
they both had a fantastic orgasm almost simultaneously nearly five minutes
later.

Hank was totally spent and he could hardly move as he rested on his side away
from her. The next thing he knew Red Pony leaned in and kissed his cheek from
behind. That made him smile but his smile was only momentary as he felt her
one leg snake under him as the other wound around his midsection from above.
When her legs had his waist encircled she clamped her legs loosely around him
then locked her legs together at the ankles so that she held him in sort of a
loose bodyscissors. The next thing he knew her hands were tugging on him
moving his body closer to hers, and then she tightened her legs even more. She
kissed his cheek from behind and issued him a warning. He thought it was a
warning from her tone of voice but he couldn't be sure. Then felt her legs
tighten to the point that they bit into his waist and caused him some pain but
the pain was only momentary as she eased up almost immediately.

Yep, that was a warning alright he thought. He may not of understood her words
but the pressure and pain he felt from her legs was very plain to read. Red
Pony was going to sleep with her legs wrapped tightly around him. It was her
way of putting in place an early warning system if he tried to move away
during the night. Rather ingenious he thought as he rested cautiously between
her legs. He wasn't going anywhere and sleeping with her legs wrapped around
him was really quite pleasant as long as he didn't make any sudden moves.

The next morning was more of the same. First, she tied his arms and legs back
up and then took his boots and walked outside with them. When she came back
they were no longer with her. He wasn't sure if she just threw them away or if
she hid them. In any case he wasn't going anywhere without his boots. As he
watched her he remembered a friend of his saying that women should be kept
barefoot and pregnant to which he always laughed. Now he was the one barefoot
and a captive to boot and he shook his head and smiled at the joke.

Next, she emptied the tub and rolled it outside presumably to the barn. Then
she fed him and then carried him in her arms still tied over half a mile away
to the stream where she sat him down with his back leaning up against a tree.
They were both still naked but out here that didn't matter and it was still
warm enough so that being naked was not all that unpleasant.

She then retraced her steps and brought back their clothes and she took her
time and washed them thoroughly beating them with a large stone till they were
very clean. Next as he looked on from the tree she fashioned a spear with her
knife and in the next half hour impaled several large trout with it. She took
them back to the cabin and then the clothes and then she came back for Hank
and carried him back as well.

Once inside he watched her clean and gut the fish and then they were roasting
on the fire. They smelled great and after making sure they were roasting
properly she slipped her dress back on, her moccasins as well, and then her
head band with the feather too. She was dressed but it didn't take long for
Hank to realize she wasn't going to throw him his clothes. Instead, she hung
them up over a chair near the fire to thoroughly dry.

During this time as they ate she was much more talkative. He only understood
about half of what she was trying to say but she used her hands too and the
primitive sign language helped his understanding immensely. As he watched her
Hank was enchanted. She was so animated when she talked and so beautiful too
that he felt himself falling for this big Indian maiden who had taken him
captive.

Over the next few days their routine never varied. Red Pony would disappear
for several hours each day and come back with fish or other game and they
would eat like kings. She never tired of showing Hank who was boss either. She
liked to wrestle with him their bodies naked as they rolled around in the hay
by the warm fire. He would have to endure holds for hours on end as she kept
him prisoner in her firm embrace, but she never once hurt him, and Hank loved
to be wrapped up in her big beautiful body. He tried to make her think that he
didn't like wrestling with her, but he suspected Red Pony new the truth, and
his stiff pecker was a tell tale sign anyway . Since his confinement in the
cabin Hank never once came close to getting the best of her, but he
instinctively knew that it didn't seem to diminish him in Red Pony's eyes, and
that pleased Hank immensely.

Several times he broke her strict rules and she would take him over her knee
and spank him either with her hand or the birch rod if the transgression was
deemed major by Red Pony. She always smiled afterwards when she saw that he
had a giant boner after his discipline.

Sometimes she would vary his training by using her legs or she would just hug
him tightly to her by the fire till he moaned softly in her firm embrace. To
Red Pony this training was necessary to reinforce in his mind just who was
chief and soon his annoying little pranks were a thing of the past. Red Pony
soon realized that it did not take much of her strength to hold him at bay and
she made sure to use just enough of her immense power to contain him and to
show him who was completely in charge.

The last thing he would do every night before they went to bed was to play the
harmonica for her as they sat comfortably by the fire. She truly loved its
melodious sound and he enjoyed playing it for her. She would try to play it
every so often but they both would laugh when the sounds that came out of it
were generally awful on the ears.

The best time of the day was at night for Hank. That's when their marathon
lovemaking took place. It was energetic and athletic and very noisy and it
would leave Hank totally spent and completely satisfied. He would always sleep
late after their marathon bouts and that was just fine with Red Pony because
she did all the work anyhow. She would often be gone when he finally awoke and
he always found that his hands and feet were again tied, but that no longer
bothered him.

Somewhere into the second week of his captivity Red Pony untied his arms and
legs for the last time. Then she went into a lengthily conversation afterward
spiced with threatening gestures and hand signs and inflected language and
Hank immediately understood that he was no longer going to be tied when she
went outside. However, she made it real clear what would happen if he tried to
escape. After her speech he nodded his ascent to her wishes and hung his head.
Red Pony took her hand and placed it under his chin and lifted his head so
that he could see her smiling face. Then she drew him closer, wrapped both of
her arms around his head and neck, and planted a very passionate and very
possessive kiss on his lips.

Afterward she looked at him with heavy lidded eyes and said in a soft melodic
voice, "Hnk Otawa Red Pony!"

He knew what the statement meant. She had told him that he belonged to her and
he parroted back without hesitating, "Hank Otawa Red Pony!" That made her
smile and she wrapped him up in her arms once more and laid an even more
passionate kiss on his lips.

The tub was kept filled in the barn and they would take long drawn out baths
every third or fourth day. It was getting nippy outside and the water was
extremely cold but Hank seemed to be getting used to the cold water till one
day the water froze and their baths ended. The baths thrilled and excited Hank
and he had grown to love them. It was clearly his second favorite activity
with Red Pony. Although he always complained when they wrestled he truly loved
that as well, and he liked all the cuddling and hugging too even if it was
disciplinary in nature.

Red Pony seemed oblivious to the cold. And she continued to hunt and bring the
water in. She even improvised a sponge bath for her and Hank every night and
that was almost as good as the real thing Hank thought. Several times he asked
her if he could go hunting with her but she would always point to his bare
feet and he reluctantly would always shake his head like he understood.

Then one day she brought his boots back in and placed them by the fire. He was
happy that she had not thrown them away and he immediately asked her if he
could go hunting with her. Surprisingly she shook her head no and then raised
her hand menacingly in a threatening gesture. Hank was forced to agree with
her. Red Pony had the annoying habit of raising her hand up like that whenever
she required an answer from Hank. He thought it was just her way of letting
him know who wore the pants and the shoes in their relationship.

As the days turned into weeks the first big snow finally came and isolated
them in the cabin. The horse was well fed in the barn and he had plenty of
water so their days were spent wrestling, cuddling by the fire, and making
love and not much else. To Hank it was like he had died and gone to heaven and
he suspected that Red Pony enjoyed their routine almost as much as he did.
Hank was almost upset when a thaw hit and much of the snow would melt. That
would take Red Pony away for hours on end and that deeply saddened him for he
knew somewhere along the line he had fallen deeply in love with this beautiful
and strong Indian maiden.

As the weeks turned into months their bond grew stronger and stronger till
they both knew they were now mated for life and that pleased them both. Then
one day she brought him his boots and they both went on the hunt. She still
did all the heavy lifting but Hank was just happy to be outside and to tag
along. She would always carry the deer back and that was fine with Hank and he
knew he wouldn't care one iota if anyone found out about their true
relationship. It just didn't matter and people be damned.

The spring finally came and Red Pony grew restless. She wanted to leave but
Hank was happy with their idyllic life in the cabin. Their arguments were
usually very short. Red Pony would tell Hank what they were going to do and
then she would lift up her right hand in a menacing fashion till Hank agreed
with her, and then they would do what she wanted to do all along.

The next day Red Pony made it clear to Hank they would be back in the cabin
for winter but for the next few months they would ride wild and free on the
open range living off the land in Indian fashion, and maybe they would even
visit her tribe. The horse was packed and Red Pony mounted it first and took
the reins. Then she looked down at Hank and offered him her hand which he took
and she hoisted him up him up quite easily so that he could ride behind her.
He put his arms around her waist and held her very tightly to which Red Pony
smiled and said something to him in Apache that he didn't quite catch. Then
they took off and rode out into their new life leaving the cabin far behind.

The End