Mastering Melanie

by Reese Gabriel

  Arms at his hips, legs spread, he barked a command. Melanie struggled to lift her breasts from the dirt.

  “I don’t understand,” she cried into the gag, her palms pressing into the black earth.

  Red Wolf repeated the command. When Melanie again bemoaned her ignorance, he frowned, looking about on the ground. Leaving her unattended, he began to walk the perimeter of the encampment. Melanie’s heart began to race when he found what he was looking for. A branch, thin and supple, the perfect size for disciplining a horse. Or a girl.

  A moment later his shadow fell over her small form.

  Shaking her head, desperately, Melanie indicated the gag, which was preventing her from speaking. Not daring to remove it herself, she appealed with pleading eyes. If only he could hear her protests, she was sure he would not follow through with what he seemed intent on doing.

  Red Wolf scowled as he stooped to remove the leather pacifier. Melanie sputtered as the horrid thing was pulled free.

  “Thank you,” she smiled, eager to please him with her docile manner. “Now if you would be so kind as to repeat yourself in English, since, as I am sure you do not realize, I am not familiar with your native tongue.”

  Red Wolf snicked the branch against his buckskin thigh. Once again, he made his wishes known in Powatan. Tears came to Melanie’s eyes.

  “Please, I do not understand.”

  The branch sizzled through the air, landing on the meat of her thigh, just below the hem of her dress—the same one she’d gone to sleep in after going back to her room with the marshal.

  “Maka-tay,” he said, pointing the dreadful device at her corset. Melanie gasped in sudden understanding. Whether it was the repetition of the phrase or the incentive of the switch, she had grasped that Red Wolf was ordering her to remove her clothing. Leaping to her feet, Melanie let her fingers fly across the back of the torturous whalebone constraint. Overjoyed, she allowed her clammy, sweat soaked belly to fill its natural space once more.

  “Oh,” she exclaimed. “Thank you. That feels so much better.”

  “Maka-tay,” growled her captor, lashing her suddenly exposed belly.

  Melanie cried out in pain. She was on the verge of protest, when she remembered. Lowering her eyes, she undid the skirt, allowing it to slip to the ground. Naked now, she stood before him. Proud, tense, alert, terrified, aroused.

  “Ooh-sah, Kai tah,” said Red Wolf,

  Melanie held out her hands, but not fast enough to fend off another blow to her thighs. It cost two more to learn that the new command meant she was to fall on her belly before the brave.

  “Jo-mah-ahn, kai tah,”

  Taking a chance, she pressed her lips to his moccasins in a show of obeisance. To her amazement, Red Wolf laughed, sparing her exposed back and buttocks.

  “That is incorrect, little slave,” he explained to her, mercifully switching to English, “but I shall give you credit for ingenuity. You will rise now to your knees and thank me. The correct phrase to use is, Ha-wah, Nee-oh-sa.”

  Melanie rose clumsily, mimicking the words as best she could.

  Red Wolf touched the switch to her belly. “Crude, but passable. From now on, when I give the command ‘uja-ya, kai tah,’ you will squat on your haunches, legs wide apart, hands interlaced on top of your hair. Assume this position now.”

  Melanie complied, exposing herself utterly and helplessly before her switch-wielding kidnapper. To her shame, she felt the familiar rush, warm and liquid between her pincered thighs.

  “This is your teacher,” said Red Wolf, imperiously brandishing the switch in his right hand. “So too is this.”

  She swallowed hard, watching as he placed the left hand over his swollen crotch.

  “If this is happy,” he continued squeezing his erection. “This will be used less severely. Though I warn you, I am a jaded man, and often I am not roused except by the wailing and squealing of a kai tah.”

  “Why are you doing this to me?” Melanie blurted, forgetting herself.

  Red Wolf responded instantly, his switch savaging her breasts. Melanie dove for cover, only to earn a sharp bite across her back. Only once she’d resumed her position, hands back on her head, legs open did he continue his instruction.

  “In your language,” he explained, “the closest translation of kai tah would be slave female, though there is in the white man’s world no equivalent to the form of subjugation practiced by Powatan braves upon enemy females. Look upon my horse, kai tah.”

  Melanie turned her head to the magnificent animal, its nose lowered into a makeshift bag of feed.

  “That creature has a value a hundred times greater than yours. In all things, it comes first; first in my affection, and in all matters of eating, grooming and care, the horse is your superior. Is this clear, kai tah?”

  Melanie’s voice trembled as she answered. “Y–yes,” she nodded.

  “You will refer to me as master, or nee-oh-sah.”

  “Yes,” she corrected herself. “Master. I understand.”

  Red Wolf folded his arms across his chest. “No, you do not understand, kai tah. But I will help you to learn. Crawl now on your belly to my horse. Lick clean its hooves, then return to me.”

  Melanie looked at the brave in horror. As he raised the switch, however, she saw this was no jest. Before he could punish her yet again, Melanie lowered herself to the dirt. Deprived of hands and legs, she had no choice but to slither like a snake. Never had she been so humiliated. Never had she been so aroused. Could Red Wolf smell her heat? she wondered as she rubbed her belly back and forth on the forest floor, covering what felt like miles of distance between her and the horse.

  She nearly fainted at the first contact of the hard, rough material on her tongue. A single sudden movement of the horse’s hoof and she’d been trampled to death. A single word from Red Wolf, and her life would be at end. Her mouth was so dry. Her heart was in her throat. She did her best, though, honoring the servile, disgusting task. The one designed to prove to her she was a mere animal herself now, lower than this four footed creature.

  Mercifully, he allowed her to stop after the front hooves. She nearly cried out with joy when she heard the command to squat once more at his feet. Making sure to return as she’d done, prostrate like a worm, Melanie made her way back as quick as she could manage to her Nee-oh-sah, her master.

  “You are learning,” he said, tapping her shoulder delicately with the switch as soon as she’d resumed her position before him.

  Melanie felt the glow of pride on her cheeks, then tried her best to check it. It was wrong to respond to this man and his brutal techniques. She was a human being, a woman, not an animal.

  “Joh-ma-ahn, kai tah,” declared Red Wolf, his hands at his breeches. “This is your signal, kai tah, to please me with your mouth.”

  Melanie did not need to be told twice. She had no desire to taste the switch again any time soon. Nor did she wish to make the man angry. What she needed to do now was to appease him, to keep him happy, at least till she could find a way to escape.

  A groan escaped her throat as she took Red Wolf’s erection to the hilt. He was a full man, a big man, and he was her nee-oh-sah. If she pleased him, she would not be beaten. She might even earn privileges. Perhaps something close to, though never equal to what the horse received. Melanie worked diligently. She did not have to be told to give it her best, nor did it need to be mentioned that she would swallow his emission in its entirety.

  Red Wolf grunted once, then spilled himself. Holding her head in place, bronze hands in her damp, dirty blonde hair, he continued to pump himself a while longer. Aching, filthy, degraded beyond her wildest nightmares, Melanie Hawthorne maintained her sucking, giving the Indian his full measure of joy from her captive mouth. Satisfied at long last, thrusting her down onto her back, he told her to gather wood for the fire.

  Rising to her feet, Melanie stumbled off into the woods. She was nearly out of range when he called out to her.

  “Kai ta
h, one thing more.”

  She turned to face him, expecting a stern warning against escape attempts. “Yes, master.”

  “Your body belongs to me now, kai tah. You will not touch yourself, pleasure yourself or even relieve yourself without my permission.”

  Melanie cupped her hands over her burning sex. Had he read her mind as to her current predicament? “Nee-oh-sah,” she said, the words springing awkwardly to her mouth. “I–I need to urinate now.”

  “No,” said Red Wolf. “You will gather firewood and bring it to me first.”

  She lowered her eyes, tears hot and fresh in the back of her eyes. “Yes, master.”

  Melanie proceeded with her task. The various twigs prickled at her bare feet. Branches scratched at her naked body. The cuts of the switch, fresh and nasty burned across her body. It was her loins that were really suffering, though. There were twin needs for relief now, and neither could be satisfied. How she longed to squat in the forest and empty her bladder. And then, to plunge her hand inside herself obtaining the orgasm she’d been so cruelly denied.

  Stooping to retrieve yet another stick for her breast-scratching bundle, Melanie sniffled. This wasn’t fair. She didn’t deserve this. At least in Big Rock, she was a pampered slave, with a roof over her head and good food to eat. Here in the wild she was a true slave. Naked, exposed. At the mercy of a cruel savage. Desperately, she looked about her. Could she make a run for it? Would there be a settlement nearby? An army fort or perhaps a band of trappers?

  Her heart swelled in her breast. Her sore, abused body. She dare not run. The brave would only punish her worse. In fact, she might be beaten for taking too long even now. Her skin tingled from the thought of it; the wooden branch, slender and heartless, ripping forth pain, heating her bare womanly skin.

  She was running now, stumbling and falling in a vain effort to get back to Red Wolf’s camp. She’d turned too many times, and now she was lost. He would punish her. He might even kill her for displeasing him.

  “Master!” she cried out. “Help me, master!”

  Melanie ran into a wall of bronzed flesh. “Kai tah, uja ya,” he said, not unkindly.

  Gratefully, eagerly, she thrust her limbs into position, spreading herself for her master. “Forgive me, Nee-oh-sah. I lost my way,” she whispered.

  Red Wolf circled her, his moccasins silently pressing the earth. “You will relieve yourself now, kai tah.”

  His voice came to her from her back. She could no longer see him. How weak she felt, how flush and helpless. She must not do this thing, and yet there was no stopping it. “Yes, master,” she breathed, feeling the liquid already beginning to trickle down between her legs. “I obey.”

  The trickle turned to a flood, warm and fresh on the ground. Keeping her hands in her hair, her breasts thrust out, she waited for the sensations to subside. He kept her like this for several minutes, then he came for her, wrapping the single strand of rawhide round her neck. Melanie’s breathing was hot and uncontrolled.

  “Master,” she whispered, leaning back against the brave as he collared and leashed her. “Use me, please. Your kai tah begs it.”

  “Later,” he said gruffly, pushing her firmly down to her hands and knees.

  Grasping his intent, Melanie moved immediately to heel as he tugged at the leash. They walked this way back to the camp. The master upright, the slave crawling through the underbrush.

  Upon their arrival, Red Wolf tossed the sticks to the ground, the ones Melanie had gathered, but which he had been compelled to carry home. “I will make a fire now, kai tah,” he explained. “Seeing as how you are yet useless to perform any task, you will go over there to that open space and lie on your back. Legs wide apart, arms over your head. You will remain that way until I come for you.”

  “Yes,” she bowed her head. “Master.”

  The open space was charred earth, the remains of some earlier fire, rendered smooth by a silt-like covering of ashes. Without question, Melanie laid herself down on the chalky bed. Once in position, her arms and legs as far apart as humanly possible, her hair coated in the gray ash, she remained perfectly still. It was as if she were bound, not by steel or rope but by the words of the brave. Her master. A whimper escaped her throat as an insect hovered over her left breast then settled on her nipple. It was large, like a mosquito, only larger. She gasped as it unleashed its needle-like nose, plunging it into the softness of her swollen breast.

  “Master,” she squealed. “Please, there is a–a bug on me. It’s sucking at my breast.”

  Red Wolf regarded her absently as he poked the now roaring fire. “They are not your breasts, kai tah. They are mine.”

  Melanie winced, both from the sting of the insect and the shame induced by the Powatan’s retort. “Forgive me, master,” she tried again. “I meant to say there is an insect sucking at the breast of your kai tah.”

  “Save your breath kai tah. You may not dislodge the winged visitor. It has a lesson to teach you. Learn it well.”

  “Yes,” she replied, her voice choked with misery as she watched the bug gorge itself on her blood. “Master.”

  Melanie put her head back. Being forced to submit to the oversized mosquito was heating her belly. Even now she longed to touch herself, to bring herself to climax. Then again, perhaps the mosquito would take a hankering to the soft, blood rich tissue between her legs.

  Her reverie was cut short by a tickling sensation at her ankle. She tensed her legs. Something was crawling up her. Something with many legs. Lifting her head in time to see it, Melanie watched the spider scamper across her inner thigh in a race for her gaping vagina. This time there was no holding back. She was on her feet screaming before she could think to stop herself. Hopping to and fro, she swatted irrationally at her prickly, tormented skin. There were bites up and down her torso, a dozen or more.

  “Kai tah!” Red Wolf’s voice boomed, reminding her of her status.

  The terror of the spider forgotten, Melanie fell to the ground, grinding her swollen breasts and throbbing sex into the ash. “Forgive my disobedience, master,” she cried, the gray powder coating her lips and filling her mouth. “I deserve to be beaten.”

  Red Wolf chuckled. “There is a Powatan saying,” he mused. “Beware the slave who seeks her own punishment.”

  Melanie’s eyes focused intently on the moccasins in front of her face. “Yes, master,” she replied warily, sensing some new terror in store for her.

  “On your back, kai tah, resume your position.”

  Red Wolf cooked and ate his supper while his slave lay in silence. Melanie uttered not a peep, not even when the mosquito returned with a companion to finish his drink. Even the return of the spider induced little more than a terrified chattering of the girl’s teeth. For the better part of an hour, he left her this way, aching, scared and increasingly hungry. All she could do was to endure, smelling the warm, tasty food, all the while allowing the insects free reign over her – correction, his – body.

  “I could bind you this way, little kai tah,” he said to her when at last he came. “For the entire night, if I wished.”

  Melanie eyed the setting sun behind the head of the powerful Indian brave. “Please, master,” she wheedled, amazed at the remarkable changes she’d undergone in such a few short hours under Red Wolf’s control. “Do not torture your kai tah so.” Taking a risk now, she lifted just her hips, offering up her fragrant, starving hole. “Take her for your pleasure, instead. Do you not desire your slave’s body, master?”

  Red Wolf scowled. “White man’s whore,” he spat, soiling the dirt beside her cheek. “Ri-chi ah shah kai tah. Do you know what that means?”

  Melanie shook her head. “No, master,” she replied in as small a voice as possible. “Forgive me, I do not.”

  “It means yellow haired cunt who lays for white chiefs. That is what I shall call you, kai tah. From now on, you are yellow thatch, whore of the white devils.”

  “Yes, master.”

  Her ready acqu
iescence to his verbal abuse only seemed to enrage the man further. “Do you know why I came back for you, Yellow Thatch?”

  “To get revenge against me,” she ventured. “For the kiss I gave you that day while you were being whipped?”

  Red Wolf scoffed. “A brave does not seek vengeance against a female; no female could ever harm him enough. No, you are here to punish the great white colonel and the tin starred demon who fancied themselves your masters. They are pale faces; they do not know how to master a female. I will teach them. Just before I scalp them both and all their allies.”

  Melanie watched with great interest as Red Wolf broke off his diatribe to follow a crackling sound in the nearby bushes. She stiffened uneasily. She did not have a good feeling about this.

  “We shall have many days together, yellow thatched kai tah. And then I shall take you back. Tamed and broken. Reduced to the kind of slave they can only dream of.” Red Wolf’s words were interspersed with crouching movements as he began to search the bushes. Melanie bit her lower lip. He was after something. Something nasty.

  “Behold,” he cried in triumph, lifting aloft the snake he’d caught in his bare hands. “Your new teacher, Yellow Thatch. Much refined and improved, don’t you think?”

  Melanie’s eyes lit with blind horror. Red Wolf was holding the thing in her direction, long and black with yellow markings. “Master? What are you going to do?”

  “Silence, kai tah! You will speak no more unless spoken to. Is that understood?”

  “Yes,” she answered quickly. “Master.”

  Red Wolf smiled malevolently. “You may ask me the purpose of the snake, kai tah.”

  She swallowed. “W–what is the snake for, master?”

  “To teach you,” he proclaimed, dangling its tail over her open crotch. “Lay down, kai tah, spread your legs wide.”