She soon loses count of the number of times the erotic cycle is repeated.She soon loses count of the number of times the erotic cycle is repeated. She moans and begs me for release. * * * STORMCLOUDS ON THE RESERVATION Part IV Sylvia sleeps. Exhausted from the cycle of arousal and refusal, she sleeps soundly. Silently I approach her for the final time and seat myself beside her. It is time to see this beauty, to see all of her charms. She has asked to be treated as a Wasichu captive, and I have every intention of doing just that. In the Old Times, when a warrior our People would capture a Wasichu woman, he would hold her captive for many nights. Her hands would be bound over her head and she would be placed fully clothed in the warrior's lodge on his buffalo robe. For several nights the warrior would toy with her, bringing her to the brink of orgasm, and then retreating from her. He would continue, allowing her no respite until she begged him for release. Only then would the warrior strip her clothing from her and deign to make love to her. I run my eyes over her bound body. Her movements, as she sought release from her torture, have succeeded in raising her skirt to her thighs. Taking the hem of her skirt in my hands, I pull it down to her calves. She doesn't stir. I place a hand on her cheek, shifting her head so that she faces me. One by one, I unfasten the buttons of her blouse. It gapes open. I pull it from her skirt and open it to either side of her. I stroke the swells of her upper breasts, and move my hands down to her nipples. Her aureoles are dark red, and her distended nipples are brown. I toy with her nipples, pulling and twisting them. She sleeps soundly. I begin to run my hand down across her breasts, down over her rounded stomach, to the waistband of her skirt. I open the buttons of her skirt -- all save the two on the waistband. Moving between her feet, I grasp the hem of her skirt and spread it to either side of her hips and legs. The satin and lace halfslip is fully exposed. I lean forward and stroke her hips and thighs through the satiny material of her slip. My hand presses into her abdomen, and moves down to cup her vulva. She shifts her hips, and my fingers graze across her furred slit. |