Wagon Train Massacre (Part of the Stuffed and Snuffed series)

~Wagon Train Massacre!~

~I~

At first, she thought it was a bad dream. Filtering through the gray shadows of her awakening consciousness, she felt the wagon trembling and creaking under her, and in the distance, worried shouts and a scream. Laying there for a moment, her thoughts solidified and her dream became the reality of her family’s rattling wagon being pulled at a gallop. In the six weeks of traveling across country with the other settlers, this had never happened before.

Sitting up, she called past the hanging clutter of their belongings to her mother, “Mom, what’s happening? Are we in a race?”

“Ssshhh… hon!” her mom hissed. “Get down and cover up. Try to hide yourself as best you can!” Confused, Liz started to get up when she heard a gunshot close by, and then a terrifying yelling rushed past their wagon. She turned and looked out the back in time to see a savage Indian warrior ride past on a painted horse, spear held high in the air. To her horror, young Mr. Tant, driving the wagon behind them, was distracted by something his wife was pointing a shotgun at, and never saw the savage who hurled his spear through Mr. Tant’s chest. Tangled in the reins, Mr. Tant fell from the wagon, the horses rounded to his pull and in an instant the wagon overturned in a cloud of dust throwing Mr. Tant’s young new bride, Jessica, into the dust and long brown grass of the Great Plains.

Liz’s wagon abruptly came to a halt, and peeking from under her quilt, Liz watched as a dazed Jessica stumbled to her feet. Gunshots erupted from the front of Liz’s wagon and another Indian rode past. Seeing the dazed Jessica standing in the open, the Indian veered his galloping horse and ran her down, his foaming steed knocking her violently to the earth. The young savage leapt off his horse and ran back to grab Jessica by her hair and pull her to the protection of her overturned wagon.

“Oh my God, mama!” Liz cried and hid under her blanket; they were being attacked by Indians! She had heard stories of the savages of the plains, and like a nightmare, the stories were coming true.

Gunfire erupted from beyond the front of the wagon yet Liz watched mesmerized as the Indian threw Jessica to the ground behind the overturned wagon and started to tear at her flimsy cotton dress. Her dress tore easily under his powerful brown arms and when she was bare except for her panties, the savage tore at those, half pulling, half tearing them as he jerked them down her legs. Pushing his leather pants to his knees, he spread her long legs and lay between them. At the first buck of his hips, Jessica came to and she tried to sit up and strike at the savage, only to be roughly pushed down and held by her arms as his hips started to buck furiously into her.

“Help me! Oh my god, help!” she heard Jessica scream as she struggled under the young Indian, her creamy white breasts jiggling back and forth to the savage’s ministrations.

Initially the savage seemed immune to her cries, yet, pausing in his violent ravaging of her, he released her arms to grab her by the neck and pin her to the dusty ground as his bucking hips slammed into her again more furiously than ever. Liz heard Jessica’s choked cries and watched as she tore at the young savage mounting her with her now free hands, until yet another savage roughly pulled his horse to a stop above her. Watching curiously as the first savage rode the pinned, scratching and fighting girl, he said a few words in a guttural tongue. Gaining speed, the first savage replied back and suddenly releasing the young woman, sat up so the horseback Indian could drive his jagged spear through Jessica’s chest.