A wife for the Brave

Running wolf was clearly one of the best-looking and bravest Red Indians in the tribe, he had killed many enemies and was a good hunter of animals. Unfortunately his good looks had led him into a difficult situation where he was courting 2 of the young girls in his tribe, this was strictly forbidden and now the chief was aware of the problem. The chief gathered all the people of the tribe into the centre of the village. He announced “It has come to my attention that one of our best warriors needs a wife and I ask those interested parties to step forward”. A murmur ran through the village folk as 2 young girls stepped out of the crowd. They were both young at only 16, they were slender lovely creatures with dark skin, big brown eyes, they both wore a leather dress that showed nicely their young pert breasts, the dresses were cut short showing lovely long legs, they both wore sandals. They were very similar and could almost be sisters, both attractive looks with high cheekbones.

The girls approached the chief and each one spoke quietly to him, a conversation ensued. Each girl was seen shaking her head. The Chief spoke to the crowd. “Both girls appear to lay claim to the warrior Running Wolf therefore the girls have agreed to fight the other until one of them is beaten”.

This was not the first time such a fight had taken place and both girls knew that to be beaten could mean the end of their young life. The girls looked at each other standing only feet apart. They had been friends all their lives, they had laughed together, they had played together, they actually loved the other up until recently. All this had changed when they had reached an older age, their hormones had caused new feelings and desires, unfortunately the same man had taken them both. Now only one girl could walk away from this battle, each was determined to make sure she was the one.

The fight was scheduled for the following evening and when the night came everyone assembled at the traditional fighting area in a clearing in the centre of the village. There were tents dotted all around but 2 of them had more importance because in each one was a young squaw preparing for a battle that would make them the most envied woman in the tribe or see them ruined and possibly killed. In one tent was Meme she had her hair in one ponytail her mother rubbed oil over her young naked skin and talked to her as she applied the war paint to her face, the traditional black lines under her eyes. “Spare no mercy to the girl” she whispered, “forget your friendship, its you or her now, you must be ruthless, if you get the chance, then take her life”. This last order made Meme look at her mother with despair in her eyes, “Have courage girl” said her mother “I love the girl too, but for the future of this family, spill her blood, send her to the next world”. Meme nodded, she knew what she must do.

In the other tent was Laya, her mother was rubbing oil into the girls thighs, Laya was nervous and scared but her mother spoke words of experience, “Laya, the only thing that stands in our way to a wonderful future is Meme, you must forget your loyalty and destroy her. I have seen these events in my dreams, you sat upon the chest of a defeated foe and extinguished the life of your enemy. Don’t let her triumph. Be strong and keep fighting until her heart has stopped”. Her mother then tied Layas hair into two ponytails and applied the black lines under her eyes.

At 9pm the girls were escorted by their family out of the tents and they stood in the centre of the village some distance apart from each other. There was a clear fighting area covered in short worn grass, the area was lit by torches set up in a circle, the sun was just going down over the hills. There was huge tension in the air when the 2 girls entered the fighting area. Both of them wore fur that wrapped tightly around their bottoms and around the lower waist. It was the only clothing needed in this warm climate, it covered the girl’s modesty but that was all. Both girls stood looking at the other, they looked very similar apart from Meme had only one ponytail and Laya had two, otherwise the girls were almost identical in size and weight. Both girls’ bodies shone under the dim lights mainly due to the oil. Their backs were straight, their chests pointed out, they only had small breasts but they were full and youthful and their nipples were hard due to both girls being under great tension. As the fight drew closer each girls eyes darted around the crowd nervously their chests rose and fell heavily each took large deep breaths, both of them were scared but tried desperately to conceal this from the other. By the side of the fighting area sat the Chief and with him Running Wolf, he eyed the girls with a small grin on his face.

Both the mothers made one final preparation as the crowd crew anxious, they both headed for the opposing girl and tide a long red ribbon to each elbow dangled down to their wrists. The idea behind this was that if a girl could be bound she would be proven beaten and therefore in the past this had saved the life of some fighters. Before the ribbons had been introduced most fights had ended in one poor girl killed by the other because of the determination to prove the other beaten. The chief spoke “Villagers, we gather here today to witness this fight between two of our daughters. The fight will end when one girl is bound tight or clearly finished, let the fight begin.”

The girls crouched and began to circle, after a few seconds they came together and swayed around gripping the other, after some moments they crashed down to the floor rolling over and over on the dusty grass. Laya had hold of Memes ponytail and with the other gripped the throat of her young enemy. Meme tried to push the girl away with her hands pushing under the other girls chin, both girls gave little yelps and cries as they scrabbled around on the floor trying to get above the other.

The fight went on some time and the strength began to weaken in the two, the fight became less frantic but both girls were fit and their strong bodies maintained a tight grip on each other. At last there was a break through. Meme was able to get on top of Laya and this time was able to get a sitting position on the other girl’s soft tummy she held down the girl’s wrists to the floor in a schoolgirl pin, but what now? Laya tried to buck her off but Meme sat firm and decided that if she could move up the girl’s body she might be able to clench her neck between her knees and thighs. Laya had a desperate look on her face as she sensed what her former friend was thinking. As Meme moved forward Laya swung her legs over and clasped them around the girl sitting above her, she hooked her ankles and pulled down. Meme looked shocked and was pulled backwards, she was able to hold on for a few moments but her back strained her ribs could be seen to all as her body was stretched back. She finally succumbed and fell back, Laya was free.

The two were on their knees as they clashed again. This time Laya took the advantage and got the other girl down. She was behind Meme and had her legs wrapped around the others waist, she managed to get her arm round the girl’s neck and had pulled back on this arm with her free hand. At first Meme tried to pull the forearm away but the grip tightened, then she tried to elbow Laya in the ribs but her enemy held her tight sensing this could be her chance. Layas face was determined her body shook under the strain, her ponytails waived from side to side. She glanced over at her mother “kill her, now” she mouthed to her daughter. She kept up the tight grip, soon the young girl would begin to fade. Meme struggled and struggled but she was getting weaker and both girls knew it. Memes eyes darted around at the crowd, she could see all her people, she could see Running Wolf, and she sensed defeat and began to cry. “Please don’t” she whispered, her voice still just audible, “shut up”, replied Laya “Please Laya I don’t want to die, remember when we were young, you loved me”.

As Laya continued to pull Memes neck back she felt something warm down her thigh, Meme was wetting herself. Now Laya had tears in her eyes as she felt so sorry for her child hood friend who was now so afraid to die, Meme could just bend her head enough to look at Laya in the eyes, as the world began to swim she managed to say, “bind me please Laya, don’t kill me . . . bind me. . please I will leave the village forever”. Laya was so sad as she looked into the pleading girl’s eyes, she had felt like a killer moments earlier but now she had pity in her mind, maybe she could bind the girl instead of killing her. She pushed the girl down and pulled an arm back and clutched the ribbon, as she reached for the other ribbon she let go of her enemy’s neck . . . a mistake.

Meme swung round “crack” as an elbow hit Laya round the side of the head. Laya was dazed, she fell off her opponent and dropped to her hands and knees her ponytails hanging down. Quick as a flash Meme was on her, she slammed Laya to the ground on her chest and pulled back on the confused girl’s arms. Laya tried to resist but she needed time to recover, time she didn’t have. Meme grabbed the ribbons fastened them and pulled them tight. Layas elbows were wrenched together, she was flipped over and she lay there, shoulders forced back, breasts jutting into the air. She could just make out the figure of Meme sat astride her baring down. She began to regain her senses she began to panic, but it was now too late, she wriggled and strained against her bonds her face now contorted with terror as she realised the mistake she had made. Meme bent down to her and began stroking Layas head “Sshh . . . Laya . . your struggles are futile, I have bound you tight . . ssshh . . don’t struggle little one.

Laya knew she was right, she stopped straining and laid there, her chest heaving, sweat covering her naked breast. Laya was able to look over at her mother but she was sitting with her head in her hands, Laya had tears in her eyes, she looked back at Meme who was unfastening a ribbon from her own elbow, “what are you doing?” asked Laya through the tears. Meme bent down and put the ribbon tightly around Layas neck, “you have been making love to the warrior who will now be my husband” Memes finger pressed on Layas soft tummy “I’m afraid I cant risk that you are with child, I’m sorry little Laya, you are a good girl, perhaps this has cost you dear, I will see you in the next world”. Laya began to plead for her life but it was no good, Meme would not make any mistakes.