(MFF) Taken by a savage (pt. 1)

It was like a nightmare, Only all too real. And no matter how Susana tried to cover her eyes or clasp her ears, she heard it all to clear. Felt the galloping of horses outside her log cabin. The hollowing and battle cries of those people that inhabited this new western frontier.

“Indians! Filthy savages!” She could hear her fathers voice echo in her mind. Recalling how he’d curse them every night. Always clutching a gun to fend off his animals. Always muttering about how he’d wipe them off the face of the earth.

Susanna wished it was true, but now this night proved otherwise.
Her father had not come home that day after Persuing the natives with other men in her small town.

None came back. And now she could only cower and weep under her bed as every home was sacked, and raided.
She listened as cries of neighbors were ring out. She dared not peek out her window.

*bang-bang-bang*

She heard what was unmistakably the sound of her front door being broken down. Tears flowed down her pale cheeks and she bit her sleeve to muffle her cries.

Only her and her mom were there. Her mother bravely trying to barricade the door. But now it seems it was no use.
She wanted to go out there, and somehow save her mother, but she knew there was nothing she could ever hope to do.
Only hide…

Her mothers voice raised to a shout soon after, and was met by the voice of a man. Speaking in words she didn’t know. The sound of a struggle occurred and Susanna heard the cries of her mother begging him to stop. Cries that had Susanna dying inside.

It was no secret how this savage was defiling her own mother. Raping her in the next room. She couldn’t help but rush from her hiding despite her mothers wishes and run to her.

“Mother!” Her eyes widened to shock and disbelief. Clutching weakly on that door frame for support.
Her voice nearly gone and finding no more words. Only left staring at her mother.

The woman that raised and birthed her, on all fours, naked and being held tightly by what would be her first sight of an Indian.

His dark skin and long black hair wildly flowing about as he carelessly stuffed her mother with his manhood. Grunting and cursing in his heathen tongue as he satisfied himself with her mothers body.

“Susanna no!” Her mother, Lucia, cried with tears in her eyes. Being slammed repeatedly into the mans cock. His hands grabbing every inch of her and sussans could only watch as her mother was taken like a whore on the living room floor. Her mother begging her to look away but she didnt.

Only staring as he ravaged her mercilessly. Fucking her mother over and over. His long cock sliding deep and hard into her. Covered in her sex. Stretching her walls and soon her cries of terror had a different tone.

He marked her ass with hand prints. Using every ounce of muscle and size to take Lucia in anyway he willed. It was uncaring, animalistic. And rough.

Lucia drew to an orgasm. Her first ever, and in full view of her daughter. She was Ashamed but couldn’t help as she came upon the red man’s cockhead.

Her body in an unexplainable sense of pleasure. Toes curling and face flushed. She felt warm all over and could only hide her moans into the ground, feeling worthless as she may have cummed to the man that may have killed her husband.

Still she knew she hated feeling that thick long manhood pull out from her sex. The warmth of this man removed as he stood up.
Covered in her juices that dripped of his heavy balls.

Tall and strong. Covered in war paint. His eyes locked onto those fearful blue eyes of Susanna.

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Hope this was enjoyable, open to any critiques and suggestions.
I am Native American and enjoy historical scenes like this.
Open to rping this also

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/t10qfp/mff_taken_by_a_savage_pt_1