She intently scanned the area for anyone that might have followed her, especially the young braves from her village. A few of them were often causing mischief of some kind. Two moons before a young brave had crept to the edge if the bank and watched her bathing in the river. Just as she stood up and started out of the water he tried to steal her doeskin dress. Had he been successful he would have had the enjoyment of making her walk back to the village naked to retrieve her dress. Later he would have bragged about his deed to the other braves his age.

Seeing no one, Makaya stepped into the spring fed water of the river. After the heat of the early August day, and the labor of scraping and stretching a deer hide for tanning, the cold water was a refreshing shock to her senses. Slowly wading out a few yards, she stood in the clear knee-deep water and looked around again for a full a full minute at the edge of the small meadow that surrounded her. Satisfied that she was alone, she slowly sat down on the sand and fine pebbles that made up the river bottom. For a few minutes she just relaxed in the water, enjoying the coolness of it, watching a leaf float by, and listening to the gentle wind and sounds of the forest. Turning over onto her knees, Makaya took handfuls of the sand and pebbles and lightly scoured her tan skin with this natural abrasive. Its gentle cleansing action removed the sweat and grime of the day and made her skin tingle. She scoured her face with fine sand being careful, not to get any in her eyes. Makaya dunked her head beneath the water surface to rinse away the sand from her face and to wet her hair. She shivered uncontrollably in the gentle breeze when she stood on the sand bar letting the water drain off of her naked body. Again, for a full minute she looked around and saw no one. Satisfied, she leaned forward, collected her wet hair in her right hand and pulled it around her shoulder. It hung over her right breast and reached down to her hip, sending a small stream and drops of water coursing down her leg. Taking more handfuls of sand and pebbles Makaya finished souring her legs. She once again kneeled down in the water and waited for the small amount of disturbed sediment to clear before she carefully rinsed away any remaining sand.

"She's the one I was telling you bout," William Lawler whispered to his two companions. "I seen her in her village when I last traded there. Never seen her naked before."

"You told us true Will. She is suave for the eyes," whispered John Beck. "I sure want to have my way with her. Her flesh would give me pleasures I haven't yet dreamt of."

"She's here for the pickin," Samuel Riley whispered.

"That she is," William whispered. "Her village is a ways down stream. Didn't see no one around with her either. If we grab her, you two had better be ready to run. Those Seneca don't take kindly to their women being carried off. It's a chance, but we get away, she can carry some skins for us. When we get back to Forty Foot we'll make good use of her body in ways that we'll all enjoy. You two in?"

John and Samuel grinned and nodded approval.

"It's settled then. We take her. Anything goes bad we go separate ways and meet back up at Fort Ligonier. Now move slow and quiet. When I go, you two get in there with me. She'll be a wild cat and we will have our hands full if we don't get hold of her quick. You two bind her hands in back, I'll get a gag in her. Don't let her get her hand on her knife or yours, or someone will be leakin blood. As soon as we have her we get across to the other side and go up stream. John, you carry our arms. Make sure to keep the powder dry! Take everything there. Leave nothing behind. They'll come looking for a woman like this sure and will think she ran off with a warrior. By the time they know better we will be long away.

Makaya leaned forward and began rinsing her face in the clear water. She heard something heavy hit the water an instant before her head was pushed beneath the surface and held there. She reacted by trying to fight off her unknown attacker, but in a few seconds she was being overpowered. Her arms were pulled behind her and her hands quickly tied with a cord. The hand that grabbed her long hair pulled her head up out of the water. As she gasped for air a thick cloth gag was pulled into her mouth and again her head was forced beneath the water. Makaya felt the cloth being tied tight and at last she was pulled up where she coughed and struggled to get any air into her lungs that she possibly could. With what little she could get she screamed as loud as she could but the cloth muffled the sound. With her hands tied and still blinded by the water in her eyes she was helpless to fight back or even try to run. Again and again she tried to scream but the sound could not be heard by anyone that would help her. A strong hand gripping each of her arms yanked her forward, deeper into the water. For a few seconds Makaya thought that she was going to be drowned. Reaching the middle of the river, Makaya had shaken some of the water from her hair and was again able to see. Two white men were pulling her along to the other bank. Once out of the water they yanked her up the bank and started running with her between them toward the nearest undergrowth. They did not stop there. On they went for ten minutes, finally stopping in heavy cover. Makaya was dropped to the ground and in a second a knife was at her throat. John dropped Makaya's dress and moccasins in a pile, then leaned one musket against a nearby tree. He handed another musket to Samuel and the two stepped behind large trees, checked their priming, and watched in the direction that they had just come from. "You two tenderfoots are learning," William said, still holding his knife to Makaya's neck.

After some minutes William spoke in a low voice.

"John. Bring her things over here. We got to get her dressed. We can move faster and safer if she is wearin something."

"I like her the way she is," John said.

William replied, "I do too. The Indians find her with us this way and they'll peel us out of our clothes. Then they'll peel us out of our skin real slow."

John brought Makaya's dress, moccasins, knife and its sheath, and her medicine bag.

"You keep aim at her while I get her moccasins on," William said.

As John aimed his musket at Makaya, William stood up and put his knife back in its sheath at his side. Taking one moccasin he tried to put it on Makaya's left foot, but she pulled it away. Again he tried and this time she jerked her foot away. Their eyes met and Makaya could see William's growing anger. Deliberately, she thrust her right foot forward causing William to laugh. In a few minutes he had both of her moccasins on properly with the tops reaching almost to her knees. The leather lace was wound around them, and tied. He dropped Makaya's doe skin dress beside her and motioned for her to put it on. Then carefully untied her hands.

"She makes one move other than puttin on that dress, kill her. Use your knife," William said as he retrieved his musket and aimed it at Makaya from his hip.

Makaya slowly stood, her eyes moving between the two men. Then as if there was no danger at all she picked up her doe skin dress and shook the accumulated leaves and dirt that was now adhering to it. Rolling it into a ring she lifted it over her head, got it into position, then let it fall, covering her naked body in a moment. Reaching behind her neck she gathered her damp hair and drew it first around to the left, pulling it from inside her dress, then pushed it back over her shoulder where it hung down her back. After tying the cord at her neck pulling the dress snugly around her shoulders, Makaya stepped forward to retrieve her belt with her knife in its sheath, and her medicine bag on it. Both men tensed and Makaya stopped, then pointed at her belt. For a few seconds there was no movement and only the sounds of the forest. Again Makaya pointed at her belt.

Without taking his eyes off Makaya, William spoke to John.

"Take the knife and that bag. Give her the belt."

John stepped forward and stooping down, keeping his musket pointed at Makaya and retrieved the belt. He pulled the knife sheath and medicine bag from it. Tossing it to Makaya he stepped back. Makaya collected her belt and again pointed at the knife and bag. John knew that he was not giving the knife or bag to Makaya. A knife and sheath like that would bring a couple silver pieces or something in trade at the fort. Even the bag might be worth something. Makaya continued to point at her possessions though.

"Check that bag and see what's in it," William said.

John set his musket down, untied the leather cord, and pulled it open. Inside he found several small pouches containing dried leaves of various sorts, some colored glass trade beads, a bone needle and sinew cord, a piece of flint chipped into the shape of a bird, a small amount of tobacco, a flint and steel for starting fires, and some tinder. John told William what he found.

"Give her the bag. Nothin in it she can hurt us with. Indians find us and all that she is missin is her knife might make them easier to deal with. Might cost us everything we got. Least then we got a lot better of a chance of stayin alive. Better that than roastin on the stake. We haven't done nothin to her and that will help."

John pulled the cords closing the medicine bag and tossed it to Makaya. She caught it and seemed to accept the loss of her knife. She put the bag back in its place and tied her belt around her waist, adjusting the bag to where it hung properly at her side.

"Samuel. See anythin?" William asked.

"Nothin," Samuel replied. Turning, he looked at Makaya for some seconds. "She sure is a woman. With or without her clothes. Can't wait to have my way with her. I'm goin to."

"There will be no more talk like that," William interrupted. "You two tenderfoots would not stay alive in Indian country a week talkin and doin what ever you well pleased. There is things you do not know and got to learn if you are going to stay alive. Listen to me. I'm tryin to learn you things. Now we got to get to our load o hides. You two tie her hands again. We got to move. This place will be crawlin with Indians in a bit. I'm not going to be waitin on them."

Samuel and John tied Makaya's hands behind her back again while William kept steady aim with his musket. When her hands were secured he took the only piece of rope that they had and tied the center of it around her neck.

"You to keep good hold on the rope and keep her between you. When we get our hides we'll load her up with some and make for Forty Foot. We get jumped by Indians, we split up and make for Ligonier like I said and meet up there."

As William was talking Makaya slowly stepped back until her fingers felt the small branches of a bush. Quickly she bent several of them until they broke and hung by the bark. The three men then started off with Makaya between the last two. For several hours they traveled at a fast walk with the men looking back often.

Throughout the afternoon they followed a trail by the river until they reached a small stream with a large oak tree growing beside it. At the base of the tree was a pile of stones that was a marker. Stopping for a few minutes of rest, the men kept watch behind them. Checking the priming in their muskets they dumped out the powder that might have drawn moisture and replaced it. Those who found what was left of those women when they were done with em couldn't make out all the things that the warriors did. It seemed clear that the two women had been tortured for awhile fresh dry powder from their priming horns. Makaya sat still and silent, trying to keep from attracting attention. Using her foot, she carefully turned several stones over so that their lighter sides with a thin coat of dirt was now exposed. When Makaya was pulled to her feet, she stumbled and nearly fell. Before catching herself her foot dragged a few inches leaving a mark in the earth.

For half an hour they followed the stream until they came to some large boulders clustered on a hillside. Hidden among them was a large cache of deer and beaver skins and other supplies. The skins and supplies were laid out in piles and bundled together with ropes. Makaya's hands were untied and the largest bundle strapped securely to her back. The three men shouldered and adjusted their bundles, picked up their muskets, and turned east, the warm setting sun at their backs. Makaya was kept in place between them by the rope that was tied around her neck. When it was beginning to get dark they crested a hill and stepped into a secluded opening surrounded by thick undergrowth.

"This will do for the night," William said. "Grounds level and there is lots of cover. We're high up so no one can look down on us and see our fire."

The three men dropped their packs and sat down on the bundles of hides. Makaya did not move.

"We're stayin here the night," Samuel said to Makaya. "Don't you hear?"

"She hears. She may not understand," William said. "She may not speak English. A lot of Seneca women don't. Take that cloth out of her mouth and lets see what she knows."

Samuel groaned as he got up. He lifted the large bundle of hides from Makaya's back and dropped it on the ground.

"She's a strong woman to carry that load," he said. "I been eyeing her legs all afternoon and they got my belly."

William interrupted. "That's enough of that talk. Talk like that can get us killed. You two are so green I don't know if I will be able to keep you alive long enough to learn how to survive and hold on to you hair out here in the wild. Now get that cloth untied."

Samuel untied the cloth and pushed Makaya to the ground in front of him.

"You talk English," William said to Makaya.

Makaya sat silent, looking straight ahead.

Samuel nudged her with his foot and said, "Talk." Makaya said nothing as she moved a foot to her right.

Again Samuel nudged her. A lot harder this time. "Talk."

Makaya moved three more feet to her right away from Samuel without getting up. Samuel turned and was ready to give her a kick when William stopped him. Leaning forward he used his hands to make sign language for the word talk. Makaya instantly responded. "I am Seneca. That is my people. Why do you take me? Have my people done you a wrong? What country are we going to?"

Her words were just a babble of sounds to the three men. Makaya saw only confusion on the men's faces. Again she replied, but this time with her hands in sign language.

"What she saying?" asked John.

William leaned back on his bundle of hides. "She's Seneca. Wants to know why we took her and where we are goin. I made that out. I know enough sign to trade with them but that is about all. She is so fast with it I almost did not get that. If she spoke English she would have. I seen that right off when you said speak and put your foot to her. She moved over. That's what she thought you wanted. We can talk now and say what we please cause she won't know what we are sayin. If she understood us and we talked that we were going to use her for our pleasure or kill her, and we met up with some Indians, she could tell them so. We'd just be pieces of live meat to them and they would do what they pleased with us. Now you see why we got to be careful what we say and do till we're in the clear? William used sign language to speak to Makaya. Slowly he said with his hands, "We will not hurt you. You carry our pack for three days and not try to run away, and we will let you go free and give you a great gift." Makaya did not answer. "I can't read in her eyes what she is thinkin," William said. She sure has a pretty face. It sure will be fun to see the fear in those eyes and listen to her screamin when we are playin with her. You two tie her to a tree and let's settle in."

Samuel and John made Makaya sit with her back to a small tree and tied her hands together with her arms around it. Her feet were then tied together with a short rope. The three men gathered wood, started a fire and boiled some dried meat in water to soften it. A couple of hard biscuits were produced from a bag and passed around. This was washed down with some tea that brought a remark from John that it tasted like it was made from tree bark. When they had finished eating William untied Makaya and gave her some of the meat, what was left of one of the biscuits, and the last of the tea. When she had finished the small portion, she was again tied to the tree. While the three men were sitting around the fire William spoke. "What were you saying about her legs, Samuel?"

"I been eyeing them all afternoon. I seen lots of women's legs before but hers really put a fire in my belly. They got that nice Indian color to them, all tan and strong, shaped just perfect for my eyes. I want to see her naked and run my hands all over her. Bet she feels real good too. I want to straddle her and feel her between my legs and play with those breasts. I bet they are nice and firm the way they stick right out there and jiggle when she walks. I'd not do that for long cause that would make me grow hard and ready in a minute and I would be putting my meat in her be using her for pleasure. That I would. Were alone here. No one been following us since we grabbed her. Were ten miles from her village. I say we have fun with her right here and now."

"There you go trying again to get us killed," William said. "Say we take our pleasures tonight with her. Tomorrow we run into a party o Indians. Don't even have to be Seneca. She tells them what we done to her and in a minute we'll be shucked out of our clothes and our tender fore flesh meat will be roastin slow over coals. After that they will take a day or two torturin us to death. That's what happened to James and Mathew Miller after they took that Cayuga woman and used her right off. Met some Oneidas and she told what they had done. They grabbed them and played with them all night before turning them over to the Cayuga. The woman they grabbed took a lot of pleasure in choosin the tortures and watching them die real slow. All the women in the village took part torturin em. I heard they kept them dancin and wigglin and squealin for their enjoyment for four days before they spent an entire day roastin them alive on the stake. They were hard men. I heard they were yellin for someone to kill them quick the first day. The warriors had their turn at them too. Tortured it out of em that their women were making salt down at Slate Lick. They knew right where that salt spring was cause their own women boil down salt there. They went and caught em there and had lots more fun with their women. It was a lot o hours before they died, and James's daughter was probably made to watch. It was sure the warriors tied them to stakes and played with em. The ground was all marked up from them running round and round the stakes. They were stretched out and tied hand and foot to stakes set in the ground and burning sticks put under em. Warriors like to pleasure themselves by tying a woman that way. They can't resist much when a warrior forces his flesh in her. Other Warriors will burn the back o her with coals making her wiggle and twist and squeal till the Warrior riding her can't hold back any more and spurts his seed into her. One of the women, they couldn't tell which, was tied up and put in the salt pan and fire put under her. She fried to death slow like she was meat lying in a skillet. She did a bunch o squirmin and thrashin and kickin as she was dyin. Her skin was stuck all over the bottom and sides of the pan and almost none left on her. The other woman they hung up by her hands and fire laid under her feet. She would have done a lot o squealin and kickin and dancin up there in the air as they roasted her real slow. They burnt her entire body with coals and fire from the chin down too. They roasted her over that fire till her legs fell off. That's how they found her."

"James's daughter was real pretty and bout ready to marry. They kept her for some real special fun. What was left of her was found two weeks later by a spring thirty miles farther north. She was made to die the slowest of all. Those who found her said that it was sure the warriors had stayed there for days, more likely a week, maybe more. They must have really enjoyed her to keep her alive that long. I'll bet a keg o rum she gave them quite a show to. Squealin and kickin and writhin as they played with her flesh. Warriors love that. The more a woman fights and yells, the longer they use her for pleasure, and the longer they take torturin her to death. They played with her for days without killing her. When they were finished with her they killed her real slow. Tied her to a stake to dance on hot coals for em. They finally roasted her to death with coals and left her on the stake for the animals to do with as they pleased."

William waited for a few seconds for what he had said to have its effect then finished what he had to say. "Remember what I just said the next time you get the urge to pleasure yourself before we get to Forty Foot. It might save you from a long slow death that you don't want to go through."

The men continued to talk quietly long after the sun was gone. Often they discussed tortures that they had heard about that they would like to use on Makaya, and how they would enjoy watching her naked body react to them. Makaya sat, head down, hardly moving. She worked at slipping her hands out of the rope that held them being careful not to attraction attention. At some point she slipped of into a shallow sleep. Once she awoke and looked around. Seeing the men sleeping she again tried to work her hands free but found that they were tied securely. Shifting her position, Makaya managed to position her self so that she could lie on her side somewhat comfortably. It was a warm night and she quickly fell back to sleep.

"It's getting light. Time to move," William said as he stood and stretched. A light kick brought John and Samuel fully awake. Makaya saw the movement and managed to sit up. The fire was brought back to life with some tinder, and some dried meat and biscuits were passed around as the tea was steeping. Makaya had her hands and feet untied and joining the men by the fire she was given a small portion, but not enough to overcome her hunger.

"We got a heavy overcast sky. Can't tell where the sun is," John said quietly. "Grounds all level and we didn't leave a marker so we can't tell which way we were going when we stopped here. That compass you got better tell us sure and true which direction we got to go, or we could walk right straight into a Seneca war party on the hunt for this woman. As pretty as she is you know every warrior is out to find her. I'd rather not have her found in our hands and have my skin pealed off while I'm still alive."

Reaching into the bag that William carried on his belt, he pulled out a round brass compass. This strange object attracted Makaya's attention and she watched closely as the lid was opened. Inside was a small arrow that swung freely back and forth, then slowly settled pointing in the direction of North. Seeing her interest William held the compass before Makaya, and she tried to understand what it was she was seeing. William laughed at her amazement and said to her "look" in sign language. He shook the compass in a circle making the arrow swing wildly. In a few seconds it settled down to again point North. Makaya looked intently in the direction the arrow pointed. William slowly turned the compass around, but the arrow continued to point in the same direction. Makaya reached out to touch this strange thing, but the lid as snapped shut and the compass was safely returned to its place.

"North," William said to Samuel and John while pointing with his hand, "is that way. We go west till we pick up the trail, then north. Tie her till we break camp. Don't want her slipping away while we're busy." The camp articles were gathered and packed, then the three men checked the priming in their muskets, replacing the powder that may have drawn damp overnight.

Samuel checked the pack that was to be loaded on Makaya's back. After he was satisfied that all was in order he reached over and put his hand on her full firm breast. She tried to pull away from him, but with her hands tied behind her back, and her feet bound together she could not. Samuel grabbed her by her hair with one hand and continued to rub and squeeze her breast. As Makaya tried to shake his hand off of her breast, John knelt down beside her pulling her dress up and ran his hands over her legs. Makaya began twisting back and forth shaking her breasts and kicking her legs as she cried out something in Seneca. Tied as she was, there was little she could do to stop the men. After about a minute William spoke up.

"Enough. You had your fun. Any more and you two will be staking her out naked and taking your pleasure with her now."

"She sure got some spirit she does," John said grinning. "She'll be a real fighter when time comes. I like that. She'll do a lot of kicking and squealing when we put fire to her. She is going to give us lots of fun."

When all was ready Makaya was untied, loaded with her bundle of hides and they started west. In a short distance they picked up the trail and followed it north. After a two hours they came to a fork in the trail and stopped for a break. Makaya opened her medicine bag and took out a little of the tobacco she had. Holding it in the palm of her right hand she turned to the east and raised it up to eye level, then she turned to the west and repeated this ritual, then again to the north, and last to the south. Taking a pinch of the tobacco in her fingers, Makaya scattered it in the wind. The rest she carefully placed in a small pile on the ground. John and Samuel watched silently. William spoke answering a question that neither man had asked out loud.

"That's their way of thanking the Great Creator for everything."

Makaya carefully took three glass trade beads out of her medicine bag before pulling the cords tight and tying the bag back onto her belt. William continued after a few seconds of silence.

"We take the trail to the right. We'll head up the hill away from the stream."

That brought protests from Samuel and John but William waived his hand silencing them.

"It will be a climb, but it will be a lot safer. Harder going and not much water up there, but we got a lot better chance of not running head long into Indians that way. Better fill up on water here. It's going to get hot today."

After the short break and drinking their fill, they started up the hill. After a few yards Makaya stopped to adjust the pack on her back. Standing with her back to a bush, she repositioned the pack and moved the straps on her shoulders. As she was doing this she broke a twig with her fingers leaving it hang by the bark. Satisfied with the new position of the pack and straps, she bent down and retied her left moccasin. As she did this she slipped the glass beads under her foot. Standing up she pressed them down into the earth. Turning toward Samuel, Makaya spoke a few words in Seneca while pointing to his pack, then used her hands for sign language.

William laughed then said, "Well Samuel. She just said that you would not make a good Seneca woman. She's carrying a bigger bundle o hides than you."

William and John laughed at Makaya's remark as they turned to start the steep and rocky climb out of the valley.

Samuel glared at Makaya and said "We'll see who is the woman when I get my way with you."

Samuel, glaring after Makaya for her remark, never noticed the trade beads or broken twig as he followed the other three up the hill.

Half an hour later they reached the top of the hill and a little used trail stretched ahead. It followed the steep edge of the valley high above the creek. A cool and gentle breeze refreshed them as they walked along on almost level ground. About noon they stopped at a large flat rock that hung out over the edge of the valley. Some parched corn and dried meat was produced from a pack and divided between them. This time Makaya was given an equal portion. As they sat chewing on the dried meat, there was a faint yell from a warrior along the creek far below. This yell was answered by a similar one a little to the right. In an instant William had his knife drawn and held near Makaya's throat. With one hand he signed "Quiet," and after a few seconds slowly lowered his knife. Makaya did not make a sound.

William turned to John and Samuel and said, "Hear that? Now you know why we came this way." Silently they nodded.

In a few minutes William stood up and said, "Time to get a move on. We go an hour more up this trail and it joins up with one going east. Run us almost right to where we want to go. Should be at Forty Foot by this time tomorrow. Sarah and Elizabeth should be waitin for us there with a nice pot o stew bubblin on the fire. You two keep the seed in you till then and you can use her for all the pleasure you want."

"Can't wait for that. I got a fire in my loins I'm itchin to quench. Seein her naked flesh kindled it real hot too. It'll feel real good forcin into her and thrustin slow, makin the pleasure last," John remarked.

"You're true bout that," Samuel replied. "Sure will feel good. But when you see her shucked naked and squirmin as we're tyin her to stakes hand and foot, you'll go hard in a wink and shoot your seed off like a cannon! Then you'll be done till you get reloaded.

After the three men finished laughing at this, William spoke. "No worry if you do go off early. You youngins tend to do that. We can play with her as long as we want. Torture her slow for a couple o hours and watchin her kickin and wigglin and a squirmin, and hearin her squealin will reload ya right quick. Now, I got some miles on me so I have no worry of goin off half cocked. I'll show you how long I can stretch out my pleasure. Then again, she is one mighty fine piece of woman flesh that is a real treat to the eyes. I might join you two in plantin my seed up in the tree tops!" This brought on more laughter. Then William continued. "We'll keep her alive as long as we want, torturin her real slow for amusement when we're not usin her to pleasure our flesh. She'll give us lots of fun. And when we're done with her, we'll burn her to death real slow. Now. Get your carcasses up."

The four picked up their packs and shouldered them. As they were all busy adjusting the packs and straps to a more comfortable position Makaya used her foot to turn a few small stones over leaving their lighter sides up and positioned in a line. As soon as she had done this she spoke in Seneca which got the attention of the three men. With her hands she spoke in sign to William.

"What did she say this time?" asked Samuel with some agitation in his voice.

William, laughing, replied. "You got off this time Sam. She said that you wouldn't make a good Seneca woman either, John. You didn't cotton too well to the climb up the hill."

Makaya continued with more sign and William was silent for a few seconds, then he began to laugh. At last he said, "Seems she thinks I would not make a good woman either. I groaned when I got up off that rock. Well we'll see who's makin groans tomorrow night when we take our pleasure with her flesh by fillin her up with our seed and torturing her slow."

The four started down the path leaving the four small stones unnoticed, and undisturbed. Some time later they came to another trail to the east. A short way along it Makaya looked for places where the earth was a little soft and stepped hard there with all of her weight on her heel. A single, small, almost undetectable depression was left in the earth. Several times through the day Makaya did this. Through the day they walked steadily east until the evening when they stopped for the night. This night was like the others. After they had eaten a meal of dried meat, the last biscuits, some parched corn and tea, Makaya was securely tied to a tree, and the rope checked. There was more talk of how various men and women were captured, tortured, and killed by the Indians, and how they were going to enjoy the pleasures of raping Makaya and the ways they were going to torture her to death. Again Makaya tried the ropes but they were secure and escape was impossible, so she settled in the best that she could and slept.

It was overcast in the morning and heavy clouds in the west threatened rain. When Makaya was untied from the tree she worked her arms to return circulation and full movement. Taking the medicine bag from her belt she again went through the ritual of giving thanks to the Great Creator. When she had finished, she took a few leaves of white sage from her medicine bag. These she placed on a small flat stone, and taking a burning stick from the fire, she ignited them. They smoldered slowly giving off a pungent, but pleasant smoke. Makaya held the stone up before her face and slowly waved her hand directing the smoke over her. After a minute she said a few words in Seneca, taped the smoldering leaves out with her finger, and placed the stone on the ground and sprinkled a small amount of tobacco over it.

"What did she do that for, Will?" asked John.

"I don't know. I never seen that before," replied William.

William stepped over to Makaya and asked in sign language what was the meaning of burning the sage leaves and directing the smoke over her.

Makaya responded with her hands that they were no longer in the land of the Seneca People, and that the smoke would purify her spirit and protect her. When William interpreted the answer, Samuel remarked, "We'll see if her smoke can protect her from my swollen hard flesh, slow fire, and a skinnin knife. She'll be a squealin and a wigglin right quick for us, and for a long time too. That'll be a real fine show that I'm goin to enjoy." This brought laughs from John and William.

After a few seconds William said, "That's real good news for us. We got away clean and are out o Seneca territory, and by afternoon we'll be at Forty-Foot enjoyin all the pleasures her flesh can give us. And I bein the leader, and for all the work I done of keepin you two alive, get to have her first. You can have the left overs." This brought more laughs and excited talk about how they were going to enjoy raping Makaya and torturing her to death. During the conversation John asked William if he thought Sarah and Elizabeth would have any feelings about them raping and killing Makaya.

William replied, "Sarah and Elizabeth aren't goin to stop our fun none. I figure both o them will jump right in and help us with the torture an killin. Probably even demand that she die real slow. Both got an ax to grind with the savages. Elizabeth had a brother killed by the Delaware at Kithanne. I hear his eyes were put out with smoldering sticks. Then he was set free to run about the village best he could while children chased him around, burnin im with fire. After that the women bound him hand and foot, stretched and spread out tight between two trees and poured boilin water on him a bit at a time. Then they pealed off his skin as it blistered. The men finished him off by broilin him alive over coals. Elizabeth said that they were across the river when the Delaware seen em and she hid in a thicket as her brother drew em off till he was grabbed. She could hear him screamin till his voice gave out. Thought he was killed till she looked across and saw the women still scaldin an skinnin him out alive. Sarah was tied to a tree and made to watch twelve warriors enjoyin her sister. For two days they used her to pleasure themselves when they weren't busy torturin her. Just finished burnin her to death when help came runnin em off. Hadn't been for that they would have started on her. No. They'll not stop us."

After a quick breakfast they again took up their packs and started east. About one o'clock in the afternoon they descended a hill to a small stream, then followed it down. In distance Makaya could hear the soft hush of a larger stream. William stopped and yelled.

"Ho there in the camp. Four comin in."

"That you William?" replied a woman's voice.

"It's me. Got two green horns, four bundle o hides, and a real surprise for ya."

Another woman's voice called out. "What's your surprise. That you got back still wearin your hide an hair?"

"That an more," answered William.

The first voice called out again. "Come on in. We let our locks down and won't fire less you do."

William turned and said, "Good women they don't take no chances. If we had went in quiet they might o shot two o us dead before they looked to see who we were." With that they walked the last one hundred yards to Forty-Foot. Crossing a stream they entered the camp. Makaya saw all the usual articles along with a fire, a few iron pans, a cooking tripod to hang pots from, and a simple shelter. Two women stood off to the side and partly concealed in the brush with muskets in their hands. Both women wore old and tattered dresses that were stained and dirty from cleaning deer hides. Skinning knives were held at their sides by belts. Both had long and tangled hair. One was blond and the other was a medium brown. Both women were young, in their early twenties, and had quite attractive faces and well formed feminine features. Their breasts were firm and erect not having given in to the effects of age.

After William, John, and Samuel had dropped their bundles of hides, William made the introductions. "This here my fair ladies is Samuel, and that one is John. I met up with them out their tryin to get their selves killed. This fair lady is Sarah," pointing to the dark haired woman. Turning and pointing to the blond woman William said, "And this is Elizabeth."

"We caught this Squaw in washin and enlisted her services for carryin hides. Been no trouble so far."

"She came willingly?" Elizabeth questioned.

"Well, no. But we got away clean and we have a use for her," said William. "Now that we are here we're done with her, we'll just put her to work givin us men some well deserved pleasure. You can help us strip her naked an tie her down. When we finish with her we'll all have fun torturin an killin her real slow.

"She speak any English and know what we're sayin?" Sarah said, looking hard at Makaya.

"Not a word," said William. "Had to use sign talk. She spoke lots of times in Seneca, not a word o English in it all."

Sarah spoke up. "You better finish your pleasure with her right quick cause I got vengeance in my blood to get out for my sister, an givin her all the pain I can will do it. I will not wait long and I'm not to be satisfied till after she dies slow and hard."

"I want a go at her myself for my brother. Those Squaws at Kithanne took their time killin him real slow just to hear him squeal an to watch him wiggle," said Elizabeth. "After she's dead, then what?" said Sarah.

William answered quickly. "We burn her up in fire, throw her in the water, or just leave her for the creatures to eat. We break camp and head for the river. The trading post at the forks on the Ohio will give us pretty good money for this many hides. Her dress will bring a piece o silver, and her moccasins will fetch a few coppers too. Her knife and sheath will bring three or four pieces o silver for sure. Look at the beads on it. You two ever see anything like that?"

The two women nodded that they hadn't.

After that William said, "Well, what are we standin around jawin for. Let's get to it."

William used hand sign to tell Makaya to put her bundle of hides down. This she did without hesitation. Then he started giving orders to the rest.

"John, pull four of those stakes stretchin that hide and drive them in good and tight over here by the fire. You girls get some o your rope to tie her down with. Samuel, get some wood and kindle up that fire a bit."

Soon everything was done and everyone had a gleam in his or her eyes in anticipation of their own personal enjoyment they were going to have with Makaya.

When all, was ready William used hand sign to Makaya telling her to take her dress off. Makaya put her hand on the knot holding the top of her dress closed, then looked William in the eye. Again he told her to take her dress off. Makaya did not move.

"She knows something is up," said Sarah.

"I shouldn't wonder," said Elizabeth. "I would halt too with someone wantin me to strip naked in front of em."

"Let's help her then," said John.

Samuel stepped forward quickly and grabbed Makaya from behind pinning one of her arms. John grabbed her other arm and held on to it. Makaya started to fight as best as she could and to scream in Seneca. William dropped to his knees and grabbed Makaya's feet to stop her kicking.

"We'll hold her, you two take her dress off. Take care not to damage it," William yelled above Makaya's screams.

Elizabeth and Sarah untied Makaya's dress and belt, then worked it off of her while the men held her. Once her dress was off they unlaced and removed her moccasins. Makaya was carried naked, fighting, and screaming to the stakes. There she was thrown down on her back and first one hand, and then the other was tied to the stakes by ropes. Then her legs were spread and as her feet were being tied to the stakes William spoke up.

"Don't stretch her out too tight now. We want her to have just a little room to fight a bit. Seein those legs kickin, and those breasts jigglin, and her wigglin her body will be a fine feast for my eyes.

"I'm all ready to have her now," said John, finishing the last knot. "All that screamin and fightin has got me real hard. Another minute o that and I would have soiled my trousers."

Everyone laughed at John's remark.

"I know what you mean. I'm not far behind you. I think I will go to the stream to soak in some cool water to settle my flesh down till it is time to put it to good use," Samuel said. "Just look at her. You ever seen a sight in your life like this? Bout the most beautiful Squaw I ever seen all naked and tied down, ready for us do anything we want to her. And no way for her to stop us."

"I'm not waiting any longer for my pleasure," said William as he pulled off his shirt and untied the rope that served as his belt. Dropping his pants around his ankles, he knelt between Makaya's legs. As he did Makaya continued scream in Seneca while yanking and straining on the ropes trying to free herself.

"She's a fighter," Samuel said. "You sure you'll be able to get into her?"

"Sure I will," said William. "It makes it more enjoyable when she is putin up a fight. Go heat that fire iron a bit and when it is ready bring it over. When I'm in her you touch her back an the back o her legs. Don't make it too hot now. Just make her do some hard wigglin and loud screamin for me." With that William rubbed his hands over Makaya's strong legs. Her muscles showing as she kicked and twisted them, straining on the ropes. Leaning forward he grabbed and squeezed her full firm breasts. Beside her a broken stick lay on the ground. William picked it up and inspected the end, which came to a rather sharp point. Using this simple instrument of torture he began jabbing and scratching Makaya's breasts, savoring her screams, and the way she shook her breasts and writhed in pain, while squirming in a vain attempt to avoid the torment. John, Sarah, and Elizabeth watched with total delight Makaya's response to the torture.

Samuel walked to the fire picking the poker up on the way. He put it into the coals for a short time. Pulling it out he quickly touched it to his hand. Sensing it was not yet hot enough he placed it back in the coals. Pulling it out of the fire a second time he saw a slight curl of smoke rise from its tip. A smile came to his lips as he thought of what was to happen in just a few seconds. Just as he was about to stand, something caught his eye. He looked past the heated poker to the brush before him, but saw nothing. He was about to dismiss it when twenty feet away a slight movement caught his eye. This time it came into focus. There in the brush was a slender wood rod almost directly in his line of sight. Attached to the end of it was a flint arrowhead. Behind it was a bow at full draw, and a warrior camouflaged with war paint. There was deadly determination in his eyes.

Samuel jumped up and yelled at the same time.

"Ind..."

The pop of a bow string being released, and the brief hiss of air being ripped apart cut his yell short. The arrow slammed into Samuel's abdomen driving him backward a step to where he fell on the ground, screaming and writhing in fear and pain. The warning brought John to his feet. At the same instant the explosion of a musket felled him, his thighbone shattered by the ball. He fell on his side clutching his leg, screaming and rolling back and forth. Suddenly a mass of painted warriors burst out of the surrounding brush and came running from three directions, each with a war yell. William who was just starting to force himself into Makaya tried to get up but was easily knocked sideways by a warrior that threw himself at him. His pants around his ankles prevented him from any chance of running. In an instant two Warriors joined the first and quickly overpowered him. Sarah and Elizabeth tried to reach their muskets leaning against a near by tree, but were brought down from behind in seconds, their long dresses tangling in their feet as they tried to run. In less than one minute the attack was over. William, Elizabeth, and Sarah were lying face down together. Their hands, which were bound together behind their backs, and their feet were tied with leather straps. Samuel and John were writhing and groaning in pain as they were being tied in the same way. As soon as this was done two warriors drug them over where the other three were. A few words were exchanged between the warriors as they looked toward their captives. Seven Warriors approached, pulled them all upright, and tied them in a sitting position to three trees that stood close together. Sarah and Elizabeth were tied to one, Samuel and John to another, and William was tied to a tree by himself. John was the first to speak. "I count sixteen Warriors. We never had a chance. Even if we were ready for em. Where did they come from and what nation are they?"

"Quiet," hissed William. "We're in a bad way."

"Looks like the two o us is done for," groaned Samuel. "I got a arrow through me and you got a broke leg for sure."

As he was speaking, several Warriors were busy with their knives cutting the ropes that tied Makaya's hands and feet. In seconds she was up and was quickly putting her dress on to cover her naked body. After tying the cord at her neck, she retrieved her back knife and medicine bag. Placing them on her belt she tied the soft leather strap around her slender waist. She adjusted the position of her knife, sliding it to the center of her back and then moved the medicine bag to just in front of her right hip. She pulled on her moccasins and quickly wrapped the lace to hold them tight, then tied the ends together just below her knees. Next she straightened the fringe on the hem and sleeves of her dress so that it hung down neatly without any knots or tangles. Lastly she pulled her long black hair around and over her right shoulder, straightening it out with her fingers and brushing the bits of leaves and twigs that had gotten into it when she was tied and struggling on the ground. When she finished, she used her left hand to push her hair over her shoulder to where it flowed down her back, shining in the sunlight. In only five minutes, Makaya had gone from a bound and naked captive facing imminent rape and torture, to a woman modestly dressed in fine doeskin and moccasins, possessing a savage beauty that attracted and held all eyes. Satisfied, she turned to the Warriors and spoke to them in Seneca for the first time. She greeted each of them with a warm hug and a few quiet words.

"I don't like what I'm seein at all," said William. "Looks to me she knows em well. They're Seneca all right. If it goes bad for anyone it will be me. They come in on us when she was tied up and I was startin to put my meat in her. She don't know what we were talkin o doin to her. I hadn't got into her to have my pleasure and we didn't hurt her yet, so we may get out o this yet. It'll cost us what we got for sure. Better them takin everything we got than them takin everything and our hide as well."

There was a nearby yell that was answered by a whoop from all the warriors. In a few seconds another warrior, older than the rest, leading a young boy, appeared from the brush. Seeing Makaya he stopped and stood still for a few seconds. Then Makaya and the warrior ran to each other and embraced.

"You have come a long way Father," said Makaya. "Did you have difficulty keeping up with the young warriors who took up the tomahawk and followed the war path to bring you to me?" Before he could respond to her question one Warrior spoke up.

"Your Father is still very swift of foot. For it was we who had much difficulty staying out of the reach of his rod. He carries the name Strong Wolf well."

"Strong Wolf drove us like the cattle of the white people!" said another Warrior causing a lot of laughter.

"You left us an easy trail to follow my daughter," Strong Wolf said. "These Warriors were near around you and watching when the sun awoke this day. They would not have allowed any harm to come to you. When all was in place and our surprise sure, the arrow was to fly and our firearms to speak. Were you harmed at all my daughter?"

"I was not harmed. The men only used me to carry their skins," replied Makaya.

Turning from her father, Makaya walked slowly toward William. She stopped by his right side and kneeled down. William looked down at the ground avoiding eye contact. With her right hand Makaya reached slowly behind her and drew her back knife. Holding it tightly in her clenched fist, she brought the point of the blade up under William's chin, forcing him to raise his head and turn toward her until she looked into his eyes. Then she spoke with slow and deliberate words in English.

"I speak the white man's tongue."

William instantly stiffened with fear.

"She knows what we said!" he said loudly. "She knows everything! They'll burn us slow with fire and peal our skin while we're still alive for sure."

Makaya jabbed upward slightly with her knife stopping William from saying anything more.

"You will die most slow by our hands," Makaya said slowly. "Our tortures will make you cry for mercy. You will beg for death. We will laugh as you scream and fight hard from hurt. Your flesh will give us much pleasure before you die."

Makaya stood, then walked over to where Samuel and John were tied. Looking at John she said, "Your leg is broken. You shall not die from your wound. You shall die slow by fire torture." Then looking at Samuel she spoke to him. "You are hurt bad. You will die soon. We will torture you as long as you have life and breath."

Makaya turned and spoke to the warriors in Seneca. Two of them took a piece of cloth and tied it around John's leg to slow the bleeding. Five more untied Samuel, cut off his shirt and stripped him totally naked, then took him to a tree. There they tied his hands together tightly with his arms around the tree, and then they spread his legs and tied his feet to stakes that they had driven into the ground so that he could not kick them. As they were stripping and tying him in place, Samuel fought and yelled in fear. Once tied securely he stopped fighting and stood still with his head down. The arrow protruding from his abdomen quivered with each hurried breath. Makaya walked slowly forward and knelt down before him. She carried a large smoldering stick. For a few seconds she held it up where Samuel could see it, and enjoyed the look of terror that quickly spread over his face. Slowly she lowered it a little and brought the smoking end close to the inside of Samuel's leg.

"She's goin to burn me!" Samuel yelled several times while trying to jerk his leg away from the coal until he was cut short with a scream of agony. Again and again Makaya touched Samuel on the inside, outside, front, and back of his legs. The front and sides of his abdomen and hips were included in this slow torture making him jerk and twist wildly back and forth. All the while Makaya was careful not to burn his cock and testicles. She had other plans for them. For now, she watched Samuel writhing and straining in his bonds and listened to his screams. As a woman, she especially enjoyed watching his cock and balls wiggling and bouncing as he quivered from the pain between burns, and how he shook them wildly up and down and from side to side as the hot coal touched a new piece of tender bare skin. At first, Makaya felt a small sense of pity toward Samuel, but after the first few touches of the smoldering stick a powerful change came over her. The frantic struggling, the smell of burned skin, the screams, the way he made his cock and balls bounce and dance before her eyes drove away any feelings of mercy she had, and awakened all of the savage cravings in her. Just knowing that he had been planning to rape and kill her made torturing him so very easy to do. Makaya's eyes sparkled with delight as she burned Samuel every five to ten seconds for almost twenty minutes. She was so consumed by the pleasures she enjoyed while performing this torture that she scarcely heard the laughter and yells of the Warriors around her. They too were greatly enjoying this noisy and violent spectacle of a beautiful Seneca Indian woman torturing a helpless white man with fire.

After touching Samuel nearly two hundred times with smoldering sticks, she stopped to give him a few minutes of rest and time to recover his strength. Samuel hung from his bonds, head down, groaning in pain. Makaya walked among the seated Warriors, laughing and talking quietly in Seneca with them, and listening to the many suggestions of tortures that each wanted to see performed next. Though many suggestions were made, Makaya already knew what she was going to do. Stooping in front of the fire she picked up a thick piece of wood, the end blazing strongly. Slowly she walked the few steps to Samuel and knelt before him. The warriors grew silent, watching intently to see what she would do next.

Makaya held the fire brand low between Samuel's legs, under his cock and balls. Samuel strained and twisted in his bonds sensing what was going to be done.

"No! Don't!" he yelled, his struggles becoming frantic from terror.

Makaya quickly raised the burning limb up under his cock and balls enveloping them in flame for just a brief second before pulling it away. The brief touch of fire produced not only more screams and wild writhing, but also a puff of smoke from the singed hair on his balls and crotch. This was repeated three more times until there was no more hair left to burn off. The Warriors were delighted with Makaya's choice shouting their approval and laughing at Samuel's reaction to it.

Next, Makaya pulled her back knife from its sheath with her right hand, then took Samuel's testicles in her left. Samuel began squirming and crying out in fear. Gripping his testicles and stretching them down, she placed the sharp blade just under his cock. Makaya slowly drew the long knife blade lightly across the skin making a shallow cut. Samuel's cries of fear became several screams of pain. He twisted and jerked bringing a smile to Makaya's face, and approving laughter and yells from the warriors. A slow trickle of blood ran down Samuel's testicles and oozed between Makaya's fingers. After a few seconds Makaya drew her knife slowly across the fresh cut for the second time. Again Samuel screamed and writhed in pain causing more laughter and yells from the Warriors watching Makaya torture him with her knife. Again and again Makaya slowly drew the blade across Samuel's sack making the cut just a little deeper each time. Samuel responded each time with wild squirming and shrieks that echoed back from the surrounding hills as the blade cut slowly, little by little, into his flesh.

"She's cutting my balls! She's cutting my balls off!" Samuel yelled in a frenzied panic. "She's cutting my ball....."

Samuel's yelling was cut short by more screams and writhing as Makaya's knife sliced a little farther through his sack. Blood was now slowly running down Makaya's arm and dripping on the ground. All the Warriors laughed and slapped each other, pointing at this spectacle with delight. Some unconsciously held their hand over their own genitals as if trying to protect themselves from ever enduring a similar torture. Makaya thoroughly enjoyed what she was doing. Using care to prolong the torture she slowly drew her knife through the cut over and over, applying only light pressure, and feeling the tender flesh being severed a little at a time under the sharp blade. She loved listening to Samuel's shrieks of pain, his screams for help and mercy, and his cries that his balls were being cut off. After nearly ten minutes of this slow torture Makaya made a final cut, then made a high pitched yell as she held Samuel's severed testicles high in the air. Her yell was matched by many more from the Warriors.

Makaya said a few words in Seneca and a warrior quickly brought a thick smoldering stick from the fire. Makaya took it from him and touched the smoking end to Samuel's bleeding wound where his testicles once were. Instantly Samuel screamed and his whole body shook and twisted in agony. Makaya touched him over and over cauterizing his wound until all of the bleeding had stopped. Satisfied, she turned her attention to Samuel's cock. For fifteen minutes Warriors kept her supplied with burning sticks that she used for another torture that greatly amused her. Holding the small flame under Samuel's cock, she tried to burn it with fire. He responded instantly, jerking and twisted in his bonds, shaking his cock, and trying to keep it away from the flame. As the fire or burning coal touched him, he made loud squealing shrieks and writhed wildly in pain. Makaya continued torturing Samuel slowly with both fire and coals until his entire cock was badly burnt and blistered. Drawing her knife from its sheath, Makaya used the sharp blade to scrape away all the burned and blistered skin. At last, all that remained was a raw piece of meat that was skinned and partly roasted. A young Warrior ran up to Makaya with a leather bag. Handing it to her he said, "Fresh meat that is roasted with fire and skinned must have salt on it. Here is much salt that I give you to use." This brought an uproar of laughter from the watching Warriors.

Makaya took a handful of the salt and roughly rubbed it into what remained of Samuel's cock. Instantly he jerked upright in his bonds, writhing and screaming in agony as the salt was ground into his raw flesh.

Finished with her tortures, Makaya rose to her feet and spoke to Samuel.

"I now give you to the Warriors. They will burn you with fire and make you pull out the cords of your belly. You will give us much sport as you die by their hand with slowness and great hurt." Turning to the Warriors Makaya said a few words and as she walked away from Samuel a cry went up from the Warriors, then they rushed forward. The arrow was slowly pulled out of Samuel. As this was done Samuel squirmed in his bonds and groaned in agony. One warrior inserted a small stick with a cut off limb that formed a hook on the end. He twisted it a few turns and it caught part of Samuel's intestine. Pulling it out a foot brought from him cries of pain and of horror at the sight of it. This was answered by laughter from the Warriors and Makaya. The warriors cut Samuel free and held him tightly as they prepared him for their torture. First his hands were tied together tightly behind his back. The loop of intestine was cut in half causing screams to once again echo in the valley. Lastly one end of the severed intestine was tied to the tree with a cord. Samuel stood there for a short time gasping for breath staring down at his exposed intestine while the Warriors went to the fire and returned with burning sticks.

The Warriors surrounded the tree and Samuel, then they began jabbing at him with the smoldering sticks. He jerked away to save himself, but in the process he pulled out a few more inches of his own intestine. A smoldering stick touched the inside of his leg and a scream pierced the air and echoed in the valley. He writhed wildly kicking his leg, stumbling backward a few feet. More of his intestine was pulled out. He cried out and twisted in pain, but there was no relief. More jabs, burns, and screams followed. Slowly Samuel was forced to move around the tree backward to avoid the burning coals, or quickly from the instantaneous reaction to the touch of one. All of the Warriors and Makaya watched this noisy and violent spectacle. Their eyes shining with delight at the sight of the naked writhing man and laughing at his screams of agony.

After only ten minutes, and having wound his intestines around the tree several times, Samuel could endure this torture no more. He began crying for someone to have mercy and kill him quickly, begging to be shot or to have his head split with a war club or belt ax. The Warriors responded to his pleas with more burning coals, applying them to places on his body not yet burned and where they calculated would cause him the most pain. For this effort they were rewarded well with even more shrill screams, more cries for mercy and death, and more kicking and writhing.

"Why don't they kill him!" Elizabeth asked out loud, sometimes watching, and sometimes looking quickly away when there was a piercing scream.

"They are killin im," William responded. "That's their way. They kill those they take live with slow torture just to watch em wiggle and listen to em squealin. Nothin they love more than that. The more wigglin an squealin ya do, the slower they kill ya."

Just then there was another shriek and an uproar of laughter followed. Among the groans and screams was a low; "Kill me! Please kill me." Sarah held her head down and sobbed quietly. Between sobs she forced out a few words. "I can close my eyes...so I can't see.....but I can't close....my ears....so I can't hear."

After another shriek and more laughter she started to scream and fight wildly trying to escape the ropes that securely held her. After a minute of struggling she fell forward sobbing. Both she and Elizabeth jumped at each new scream of pain.

After half an hour Samuel was wound tight to the tree. All of one end of his intestine was wrapped around the tree. The other part of his intestine was tied to the tree and the torture continued. He was growing weaker and was unsteady on his feet, stumbling as he moved. At last he fell down and could not get back up even though smoldering sticks were forced under him. Flaming sticks were now brought and fire was held to him by several Warriors at a time. He writhed and squirmed weakly and his voice was almost gone. They continued burning him for fifteen more minutes until, at last, he suddenly grew still. After more than two hours of torture, Samuel was dead.

For several minutes the Warriors were talking among themselves and laughing. Several imitated the wild kicking and writhing Samuel did while they were torturing him to death. Makaya's father, Strong Wolf, quietly knelt down and cut a circle around Samuel's head and pulled off his scalp. Holding it up, he let out a war yell and the rest, including Makaya, answered it. Walking slowly to John she knelt down before him and spoke.

"Now you will die and give us much pleasure." Turning to the Warriors she said a few words and pointed to the four stakes that had been driven into the ground nearby. A cry from the Warriors echoed in the valley as they rushed on him. Quickly John was untied and drug to the four stakes driven into the ground. He was stripped of all his clothes except for the cloth tied around the wound in his leg. He had seen how Samuel had died and the knowledge that he was about to be tortured to death in some horrible way took total control of his mind. He became nothing more than a naked wild animal, fighting and screaming in terror as he was tied by his hands and feet to the stakes. This drove the Warriors and Makaya into a frenzy of excitement for the delights of the savage entertainment they so enjoyed, and would soon begin.

Kneeling between his legs, Makaya slowly tortured John in the same way that she had Samuel. Burning him with coals, singeing off hair with fire, cutting off his balls then holding them high for all to see as she made a war yell. Afterward she cauterized the wound, then burnt, skinned, and rubbed his cock with salt. John reacted to these tortures almost identically to Samuel. Fighting and writhing wildly, screaming and squealing in pain, and pleading for help, mercy, or a quick death.

Soon after Makaya started her tortures John raised his head and brought it down hard on the ground. As he raised his head a second time, a Warrior leapt to his feet and grabbed his head while another Warrior quickly ran to the scattered supplies of the camp. He returned with a blanket that was folded and placed under John's head acting as a thick pillow. This prevented him from knocking himself unconscious, and made it easier for him to watch what was being done to his body, if he should desire to. True to what other captives did when they were being tortured, John watched intently everything that Makaya was doing. Yelling for her to stop, squirming and crying in terror the last few seconds before she caused him yet more searing pain, then suddenly writhing and fighting wildly, throwing his head about, while screaming in agony.

Makaya prolonged her tortures for over one and a half hours, enjoying each minute that she played with John . At last she stood and looked down on him. Speaking in halting English she said, "The Warriors will now play with your flesh and kill you. I will tell them of the torture I have chosen. By it you will die. You will give us much sport as they roast you with slow fire."

Turning to the Warriors Makaya spoke for a minute in Seneca. A cry of approval went up from the Warriors and they jumped up and rushed to where John was tied. They cut the cords holding his feet and retied his arms to the stakes so that they were bound straight out to his sides. Tied in this way he was held in place by his arms while the rest of his body was entirely free. Makaya sat near by and close beside her father to watch. The Warriors, satisfied that all was ready, began bringing long smoldering and flaming sticks from the fire. Sitting in a circle around John they began, one by one, to touch him where ever they wanted. John responded with shrieks of pain, rolling and twisting back and forth, his unbroken leg kicking and flailing about wildly in a hopeless effort to knock the burning sticks away and save himself. Hour after hour the slow torture continued. Laughter and war cries, mixed with screams, echoed in the valley. When John became too tired and weak to try kicking the burning sticks away, the warriors began laying them under him. He held himself up off them as long as he could, and when he fell on the burning coals he quickly jerked himself back up again. Over and over he fell and jumped up causing peals of laughter until he was so weak that he could only lay on the coals and writhe in pain. After almost six hours of slow torture by fire John was dying. Makaya's father took his knife from its belt sheath. After cutting a ring around John's head he pulled off his scalp to screams loud and shrill. Holding it high he gave a yell and all the other Warriors along with Makaya joined in. The Warriors piled burning coals under John for him to lay on for the last minutes of his life. he rolled back and forth on the coals for thirty minutes, scattering them as he kicked his leg weakly, groaning and crying. Finally, he became still and silent as he was released from his torment by death.

To Makaya and the Warriors, Samuel and John's reaction to torture was great fun to watch and music to their ears. To Sarah, Elizabeth, and William, it was horrible seeing the two men slowly and deliberately tortured, listening to their shrieks, and seeing their hopeless struggles. As John was being scalped William spoke out loud to Sarah and Elizabeth.

"That's what gonna happen to me and likely a lot more. That won't happen though if I get a chance to change things."

The two burned and mutilated bodies were left where they were and the articles of the camp collected and sorted. The things that were not wanted were simply abandoned, and the rest was bundled up and tied so that they could be carried. Three slender trees were cut and the limbs removed, forming poles two to three inches in diameter and ten feet long. William, Elizabeth, and Sarah were untied from their trees and a pole was placed on their shoulders. Their arms were extended and their wrists, elbows, and shoulders were roughly lashed to the poles with leather cords. They were then loaded with the largest bundles and bound close together by a rope tied around their necks. The members of the war party each gathered up a small bundle, heaved it onto their backs, and moved off in a line. Strong Wolf lead the way, followed by Makaya, then five Warriors led by one called Swift Arrow. After the five Warriors were Sarah, Elizabeth, and then William. William had the stone point of a long spear at his back jabbing him once in a while. Behind him were eleven Warriors and last of all was the young boy called Gray Cloud. Gray Cloud had become old enough to start learning the ways and methods of war, and would in a few years become a Warrior himself. This was his first time on the war path, and he had learned much in the last few days. Like all the other Warriors and Makaya, he had eagerly taken his turn torturing Samuel and John. He, like all boys and girls his age, were already skilled in that art. A common amusement for boys was to make traps and snares for catching rabbits and bringing them back to the village alive. There, both boys and girls enjoyed torturing them. This provided the children an hour or more of entertainment, additional meat for the village, and skins that would be tanned, cut, and stitched into clothing.

Through out the rest of the evening the group traveled. An hour before dusk they stopped for the night beside a spring of clear cold water. A fire was started and blankets were spread out on the ground here and there around it. The three captives had the packs and the poles tied to their arms removed. They were forced to sit together with their backs to a tree and a rope was tied tightly around their waist. As this was being done several warriors vanished into the forest going in different directions. When all was secure the warriors opened their packs and took out pieces of dried meat and handfuls of parched corn from leather bags. Sitting on their blankets, they slowly chewed on the tough meat and talked quietly. Makaya moved among them, speaking to each as she brought them water from the spring. Her every movement graceful, her hair blowing lightly in the gentle breeze, and her doe skin dress displaying her feminine beauty.

"I don't have to use my eyes hard to see why you grabbed that woman," Elizabeth said to William. "Just look at how she grabs every one of those warriors eye and holds it tight. She walks an moves like a queen o Europe. Not the savage that tormented Samuel an John with fire an knife. An no queen I ever saw a likeness of had so pretty o face as her. Or hair like that. No wonder the savages fell on us like a swarm o hornets. No one was just goin to grab her like you did and run off without em takin up the tomahawk an scalpin knife."

"That's enough out o you," Sarah said. "We are in a fix deep and no need placin blame."

"If it weren't for William grabbin an cartin her off we would not be tied to this tree now," Elizabeth shot back.

The exchange between the two women drew the attention of the warriors.

"Both you be quiet," William said. "They don't cotton to captives talkin much. We don't be quiet they just may kindle fire round us and roast us alive here an now!" With that the three sat quietly keeping their thoughts to themselves.

After a time there was a yell that was answered by those around the fire. One of the warriors that had gone into the forest returned dragging a freshly killed deer. It was tied up between two trees, quickly skinned, then butchered. Some of the meat was cut into strips and pointed sticks were pushed through them. These sticks were pushed into the ground so that the strips of meat hung down near the fire. Soon the small of roasting venison reached the captives. After it was dark and the warriors were finishing eating their fill of meat, Makaya brought William, Sarah, and Elizabeth some of the venison, hot from the fire. It was piled on a metal plate taken from their camp at Forty Foot.

"Eat," she said. "Tomorrow you walk far."

Kneeling beside William, Makaya drew her back knife from its sheath and put the point under his chin forcing him to look up into her face. In the flickering fire light her tan skin had a soft glow, her dark eyes sparkled, and her hair glistened, giving her an exceptionally attractive, and savage, appearance. After their eyes had locked for a few seconds she quietly spoke to William.

"Eat much. You need much strength for soon you will be tortured. You will die slow and with very great hurt. You will fight hard and make many loud cries. Your naked flesh will give all much pleasant sport."

With that Makaya stood up and walked over to the fire. She danced around the fire to the chant of the warriors, the fringe of her dress swaying in time to the song of victory they sang. Every eye was on her.

Sarah and Elizabeth ate some of the hot venison but William declined for a time. He seemed to be lost in thought. Then with out a word he suddenly took a large strip of meat and began to eat.

"Got your appetite back?" Elizabeth asked.

"No. But I got a plan I'm workin on," replied William.

At last the warriors began to wrap up in their blankets to sleep for the remainder of the night. Eight came over to the captives and untied the rope that had held then to the tree. Each had one of the poles replaced across their shoulders and their hands and arms were tied to it. They were forced to lay on their backs and both ends of each pole was tied to a stake that was driven firmly into the ground. Lastly their feet were tied together with leather straps and lashed to stakes driven into the ground for the purpose of securing them. Thus bound, they were held firmly in place with no hope of escape. Satisfied, the warriors retired to their blankets and all became quiet except for the night sounds and the occasional crack from the fire that would soon be a heap of glowing coals. Sarah, Elizabeth, and William slept little.

At first light the warriors were awake and ate more dried meat and parched corn. When they had finished the captives had their poles and feet untied from the stakes. Sitting up was difficult and painful at first. William spoke quietly to Sarah and Elizabeth.

"I'm runnin off soon as I can. They take me to their village they'll burn an skin an slash and torture me dead. That's sure. So I'm runnin off. If I get away I'll get up a force and come after ya."

"What if they catch ya? What then?" Elizabeth asked in a hushed whisper.

Me runnin off will rile em up bad," William whispered. "They catch me and one of em will be sure to brain with a club or his hawk, or shoot me with arrow or ball, or run me through with a spear. Dyin that way is fast an easy to what they are plannin for me. I'm not yellin and wigglin for their amusement if I can change it. When I get a chance I'm runnin fast as I can. They haven't said a word about killin either o ya. More than likely want ya for slaves. It's a hard life that is. The Squaws will make ya work hard. Warriors will torture ya slow for fun but not kill ya. That's their way with white women. You will be alive though. In time they may take to ya and treat ya well enough."

"Well, if that is your mind, run hard and God speed. We'll try to help ya," whispered Sarah.

As the warriors were busy rolling and tying their blankets William was watching intently. When everyone seemed to be busy with some necessary task he slowly stood up and eased around the tree they were sitting by. After holding for a second to look for a clear path to run, he made his break. Running as quietly as possible through the open forest he hoped to be out of sight before any of the Indians noticed. After thirty steps there was a yell behind him and he knew that he had been discovered. There was no need to be quiet any longer so William started running with all his might. Several times he had to twist a little sideways as he ran so that the pole tied to his arms would pass between two close spaced trees.

Elizabeth jumped up blocking the way of the first pursuing warrior. He collided with her, knocking her down. The warrior stumbled for a few steps but regained his footing and continued on. Sarah used the pole tied to her arms to trip another warrior. He went down hard and rolled, his tomahawk flying some distance ahead. After that the two women were no help to William in slowing the rush of the rest of the warriors as they dropped what they were doing, grabbed a weapon, and joined in the chase. They looked in the direction of the chase and saw William running hard. Suddenly both women were yanked backward by their hair and in an instant each had a knife at her throat. Makaya and Gray Cloud pounced on the women, pinning them to the ground. The look of imminent and merciless death in their eyes froze them as they were. They were afraid to move or even breathe. After a few seconds the look in Makaya's and Gray Clouds eyes softened somewhat, but neither moved. Their knives remained at their throats. Gray Cloud began drawing the sharp point of his knife across Sarah's neck and jabbing her lightly making her twitch and twist her head this way and that. A smile came to his face. He was playing with her, and seeing her terror was amusing to him. Makaya held her knife still with the sharp blade touching Elizabeth's throat. They stared into each others eyes for a minute. Finally, Elizabeth spoke in quiet defiance.

"Go on. Cut my throat. Be quick about it!"

"No. I have other uses for you," replied Makaya slowly.

William was running as hard as he could. Again and again he had to twist sidewise to get the pole to pass between two trees. The forest was beginning to growing thicker now. And it was starting to slow him. He could hear the yells getting closer behind him. Terror began to take hold giving him a little more speed when it was open running. He had to force himself to not look back, only ahead.

A warrior called Black Hawk was ten steps behind and off to one side of William. He yelled and William glanced his direction for an instant. There was a sharp thud and a jarring impact as both ends of the pole tied to William's arms caught on trees. He was yanked to a stop so violently that his legs flew up into the air a little higher than his head and he fell landing hard on his back. Senseless and with his breath knocked out of him William lay almost motionless. In seconds Black Hawk was on him with one hand clutching his throat. A brass bladed tomahawk shone in the light as it was raised up for a killing strike. William's body desperately tried to draw air into his collapsed lungs, but couldn't. A sudden calm came over him.

"So this is how I die," he thought with a calm and clearness that surprised him.

William felt his lungs heaving and fighting for air but the passages remained closed from the impact. There was no sound. Even movement seemed to stop. He saw nothing but the bright tomahawk as it hung in the air above him. He waited for it to fall, bringing death and blackness with it. From somewhere another hand appeared, grasped, and stayed the tomahawk where it was. Suddenly the blockage cleared and air rushed into William's lungs. He coughed and gasped for more air. Swift Arrow spoke a few words and released the tomahawk. It was lowered and the two warriors roughly yanked William to his feet. With one warrior holding each end of the pole William was led back to the overnight camp. Once there he was tied to a tree until he was loaded with a pack. Sarah and Elizabeth were kept well away from him. When the days march started William was tied securely between two warriors. He knew that there would not be another chance to escape, and that he would die slowly by torture. Throughout the day he walked, looking down, hardly thinking.

A little before dusk the warriors stopped again for the night, tying their captives to separate trees. A deer had been shot during the day and fresh meat roasted over the fire was passed around. When the warriors had finished eating their fill some was offered to the captives. Sarah and Elizabeth ate some but William did not. He was quiet and stared at the ground much of the time. Without warning the warriors gathered around Elizabeth and Sarah and untied them. While several held them, others began removing their dresses. Though they screamed and twisted in fear, they were easily overpowered, and soon were entirely naked. They kicked franticly and screamed "Don't burn me. Please don't burn me," as they were dragged over to the fire. By the fire they crouched on the ground with the warriors standing around them in a circle, laughing and talking in Seneca. The circle opened and Makaya stepped up to the women. Before she could speak she was being asked questions of what was going to be done to them and being begged for protection. Holding her hand up Sarah and Elizabeth became silent, but still looked around in fear and covered themselves as well as they could. Standing in front of them, Makaya spoke to them in English.

"The warriors took you with their own hand. You are now theirs. They will do unto you all their desires. You will sing and dance for the warriors." Turning, Makaya walked out of the circle and it closed after her.

Elizabeth and Sarah remained on the ground motionless. All eyes were on them and they knew it. Still they did not move. William's voice came from the darkness.

"Better do what they want. You are in no position to refuse em. Do what ya can to stay alive. Ya might escape later and get back..."

There was a dull thud and a short cry. The warriors turned to look. In the dim fire light Elizabeth and Sarah saw Makaya standing over William with a stone ended war club. He was bleeding from a small gash on the side of his head.

"You will speak no more!" she said.

With that she brought the stone head down hard on the end of one of William's fingers. A scream rent the darkness and William writhed and twisted in pain. As soon as he became quiet and still Makaya smashed a second finger on his other hand causing more screams and writhing. Returning to the circle she spoke something in Seneca and there was an uproar of laughter. Sarah and Elizabeth stood and slowly danced around the fire.

Their slow plodding movement proved to be not what the warriors wanted to see. They wanted the women to sing loud and do a very lively dance where they twisted this way and that, kicked their legs and shook their breasts making them jiggle and bounce. After a short time the warriors began talking to each other. A shout went up and half of the warriors rushed the women and the rest ran to the edge of the clearing to gather long slender green sticks. Two ropes were thrown over a tree limb and the ends tied Elizabeth and Sarah's hands together. The women fought and screamed as they realized that something, probably a torture, was going to be done to them. Their hands were pulled up until they were just a little higher than their head, then the other end of the ropes were tied off to trees.

The thin green sticks were cleaned of leaves, and when each warrior, Gray Cloud, and Makaya had one, they surrounded the women. One after another they whipped the women, from ankles to neck, and instantly they performed the dance that the warriors wanted. Thrashing about and screaming with each blow, they kicked their legs wildly and threw them selves in all directions trying to save themselves. But there was no escape. They twisted back and forth trying to protect their breasts from a stinging lash, only to expose them to another warrior who was delighted to deliver it. With just a flick of a wrist the women were screaming and shaking their breasts as hard as they could in the fire light for the entertainment of all watching. A quick underhand blow caught them between their legs causing them to hunch over forward, screaming, twisting, and jumping in pain with their legs pressed tightly together. The torture continued until the women were red and covered with welts, exhausted, gasping for breath, and hanging limply by their arms. Both were crying and begging for mercy. Their ropes were untied and they collapsed, rolling about in agony.

As they were recovering from this torture several warriors were driving stakes into the ground near the fire. When they finished with their work, Sarah and Elizabeth were dragged over to the stakes and held down face up on the ground. They were again screaming and begging for mercy as they were being staked out with their legs and arms spread and stretched. They both yanked on the leather cords binding them to the stakes, straining and twisting their legs and arms until at last they knew escape was hopeless. Elizabeth sobbed, screaming and fighting occasionally. Sarah lay quiet, staring up into the ceiling of fire illuminated leaves and limbs above her, waiting for the next torture to start.

Strong Wolf stood between the two women, and there was a look in his eyes that Makaya had never seen before. There was a gleam in them and on his face was a wry smile. It was not the soft smiling face of her father that she knew so well. It was the face of the fierce warrior that she had heard so many stories about. Stories of how he had lead many war parties on raids. Stories of captives he had taken alive and tortured on the warpath. It was a wild and savage look. A look that reminded Makaya of the time she had watched a bobcat that had caught a rabbit and played with it for a long time. Twice it had stopped to look at Makaya, but it was having too much fun and cared little about her presence. It returned to playing with the rabbit, catching it with its claws, letting it escape, only to catch it again. Torturing the rabbit in its own way solely for the thrill of the chase, the amusement of its desperate struggles to escape, its squeals of pain, and the taste of fresh warm blood.

Makaya and all the warriors had greatly enjoyed the torture and the amusement it had provided. Makaya could not help but to see that her father, every warrior, and Gray Cloud were all fully aroused and ready to have pleasure with the woman. Their loin cloths could not hide that fact. Strong Wolfs and Makaya's eyes met. Makaya spoke.

"You are a great warrior Strong Wolf. Your pleasure is well earned and you should take it. Do all you desire to your prey. The warriors that followed you on this warpath wait their time to pleasure their flesh with these women." Strong Wolf let out his war yell and was joined by all the rest of the warriors and Makaya, He then untied his loin cloth and let it fall to the ground. He stood over Elizabeth looking down at her. She knew that she was about to be raped and began twisting and yanking on her bonds again, crying out in fear. He spoke a few words and two warriors picked up iron rods they had taken from the camp at Forty Foot and began heating them in the fire. Strong Wolf knelt between Elizabeth's legs and began feeling her breasts and body. She responded with frantic twisting trying to pull her breasts away from his hands and screams of "No. No. Don't." This excited Strong Wolf even more. The irons were soon ready and the warriors brought them. They tested how hot they were by touching the heated ends. A quick jerk showed that the rods were hot enough to be quite painful, but still not cause a serious burn. As Strong Wolf forced himself into Elizabeth she began screaming and shaking her head back and forth. Strong Wolf grabbed her head and held it still so that he could look into her eyes. It had been a few years since he had gone on the war path and enjoyed the pleasures of raping a captured white woman. He had not forgotten how exciting it was. Elizabeth continued screaming, her eyes wide in terror.

Then one of the warriors holding a heated iron rod touched the back of Elizabeth's leg. She screamed in a different, higher pitch and instantly jerked up away from the sudden pain. Another warrior on her other side touched the side of her buttocks. There was another scream and Elizabeth jerked the other way. Back and forth, up and down, Elizabeth rolled twisted and heaved, screaming from the horror of her rape and the torture of mild burns on her back, buttocks, and the sides and backs of her legs. Strong Wolf looked into Elizabeth's wild eyes, his ears ringing from her screams. He felt her straining and writhing under him, kept in almost constant motion by the warriors with their hot irons. After a minute he could hold back no longer and felt his semen spurt forcefully into her. He rolled off of her shaking body and slowly stood up. As he collected his loin cloth another warrior dropped his and knelt between Sarah's legs. Soon her rape and torture was under way with identical writhing and screaming reactions.

Makaya called a number of warriors away from watching the fun to help her. They untied William and pulled him over to two trees growing close together near the fire. Holding him tightly, first his shirt and then his boots and pants were removed leaving him naked. His hands were tied together behind his back with a leather strap. William did not fight much because of the terrible throbbing pain from the smashed finger on each hand. Quickly, under Makaya's direction, he was pulled up by his feet and held upside down with just his shoulders touching the ground. His legs were spread and leather straps lashed his feet to the trees leaving him mostly suspended and helpless. He twisted and fought some as this was being done but it was to no avail. There were too many strong hands holding him. For a minute he hung there with his head and shoulders on the ground. He had never felt more helpless and naked. A dozen tortures he had heard of raced through his mind.

"You goin to kill me now?" William asked up to Makaya.

Kneeling, Makaya looked down at William. "No. You die much slower in our village," she said slowly above the screams that Sarah was making.

Makaya drew her back knife and held it before William's eyes. Standing, she took hold of his testicles with her left hand and placed the blade gently on the skin of his stretched sack. She felt William stiffen in fear and begin trembling in anticipation of what was about to happen. She enjoyed this display of fear. Slowly Makaya drew the blade across the skin but did not make a cut. She again knelt above William and looking down at him she spoke slowly. "I save your tender man flesh for the women in the village. They shall enjoy it greatly."

Makaya stood and picked up one of the long slender limbs that had been used to whip Sarah and Elizabeth. Returning with it, she touched the end to William's testicles. Raising it, she waited a few seconds, watching William began to squirm seeking any means to protect himself. A flip of her wrist brought the limb down quickly with the end hitting its intended mark. William's yell joined Elizabeth's screams, echoing through the forest and the blackness of night. Makaya laughed as William writhed and twisted in the fire light, his cock and testicles jiggling as a red mark quickly formed across them. Again and again she whipped him here and there, where ever she wished leaving red welts on his legs, back, cock, buttocks, chest, balls, and stomach. Her simple but painful torture continued for a time. Following this Makaya picked up two small stones. Using these stones she demonstrated another cruelty by pinching tiny pieces of skin on William's cock and balls. His screams joined Sarah and Elizabeth's until there was small commotion and an uproar of laughter on the other side of the fire where the warriors were enjoying themselves. Looking over she saw Gray Cloud just standing up over Sarah. He was holding his loincloth in his hand, looking around sheepishly.

"We should no longer call you Gray Cloud, but Fast Seed!" one warrior said. This was followed by another uproar of laughter.

A near by warrior saw Makaya trying to see what was going on.

"Gray Cloud pulled off his covering and knelt down," he said. "He rubbed his hands upon dark hairs legs. He could not hold back his seed and it came out quick. It went upon dark hairs breasts and face, but most went over her head onto White Deer."

Makaya saw the warrior White Deer kneeling near Sarah's head. There was semen on his chest, loincloth, and leg. He was laughing as he brandished his knife at Gray Cloud.

"You should cast your seed into the woman. Not at me," he laughed. "I shall cut your tender flesh off if you do this again."

Sarah and Elizabeth writhed slowly , twisting their heads back and forth as they wept and gasped for breath. Their tears ran down the sides of their faces wetting their hair. After a little more good natured joking with Gray Cloud about his early and forceful ejaculation the subject was dropped and never mentioned again. The warriors returned to tormenting the women with the heated rods, touching them here and there. They enjoyed moving the rods slowly toward their bodies and watching their useless struggles to save themselves. They twisted away straining on their bonds, shaking in fear just before a light touch had them writhing and shrieking in pain. At last Sarah, Elizabeth, and William were untied and allowed to dress before being taken to separate trees. There they were securely tied for the night. Two warriors sat near them to keep watch should they should try to escape. The women sobbed for a time before falling silent through the rest of the night. From time to time other warriors took up the watch and those they replaced took their rest.

Soon after sunrise the war party was awake and preparing to leave. William had rings around his ankles rubbed raw from the straps that had tied him upside down the night before. He still had red marks from the whipping Makaya had given him. Sarah and Elizabeth had the same red marks along with marks around their wrists and ankles where they had fought against their bonds. Their bodies had many red marks from the heated iron rods and there were also a number of small watery blisters. The three captives had their arms tied to poles and roped together as before. As they began the days walk they felt the painful effects of what had been done to them.

"I hope they don't walk us too fast," Elizabeth said quietly. "I hurt bad. My wrists an ankles is raw an my legs is stiff. Why didn't they kill us last night stead o just torturing us?"

Sarah spoke as she stumbled along. "I'm same as you. I pray they don't force us for pleasure this night too. My womb is sore like they pounded a stake in me. I‘d sooner die than let them have another go at me."

"Cause they're not done with ya yet. An that wasn't torture what they done," William said. After that they all walked along stiffly in silence.

A few hours later they stopped and a fire was built. One of the iron kettles taken from the camp was filled with water and hung over it. The last of the parched corn was dumped in along with cut up pieces of deer meet. Makaya and several warriors went to a near by marsh to pull up cattails and cut off the bulb that was on their bottom. Several dozen of these were collected, cleaned, cut up into pieces, and put into the pot to boil. An hour later all were enjoying a thick hot stew. Sarah and Elizabeth thought that the cattail bulbs tasted like potatoes. William ate slowly in silence. His smashed fingertips hindered his handling of a bowl.

Before night fall the warriors stopped, removed the poles from their captives and tied each of them to a tree. One by one they were untied and taken to a stream where they were allowed to wash the dirt and sweat from their bodies. Then each was retied tightly to their tree by a rope around their waist. A fire was built between the three trees they were tied to. Each was then given more roasted meat hot from the fire to eat. As Makaya delivered their portions Elizabeth spoke up.

"We going to be tortured an forced again?"

"We no more hurt you," Makaya said. "We reach our village tomorrow. You will go there and be given to our people." With that Makaya attended to the wounds on their wrists and ankles.

Even though they were not bothered that night, Elizabeth and Sarah noticed that the warriors looked at them intently while talking in Seneca. Some made gestures as they talked while others picked up a smoldering stick and made jabbing motions, followed by laughter. Several times Makaya said something that was followed by approving grunts and nods. Once she held her arms wide, tilted her head back and shook her breasts hard while making screaming sounds. This was followed by laughter. In time William, Elizabeth and Sarah fell into a fitful exhausted sleep.

Soon after all had eaten the following morning the war party and their captives were on their way. William, Elizabeth, and Sarah were silent as they walked carrying their loads. Before noon they stopped by a small river and Gray Cloud was called to Strong Wolf. After a few seconds Gray Cloud ran to the river and waded across it. Reaching the far bank he ran on ahead without looking back.

"This is the place me, Samuel, an John took that woman," William said to Sarah and Elizabeth. "We jumped her from that bank by the rock. We're not far from the village now."

As Makaya passed by, Elizabeth spoke to her.

"Why was the boy sent on?" she asked.

"We are near our village," Makaya replied. "Gray Cloud was sent to tell of our return. Our village will be made glad by this. A feast will be made ready and there will be a great frolic."

As Makaya was speaking a warrior took out his flint and steal. Some tinder was collected and a small fire started. It was built up and allowed to burn down to coals. Water was brought and the coals were soaked putting the fire out. Some of the wet charred wood was placed on a flat stone. It was then crushed into a fine black paste. Sarah, Elizabeth and William had their bundles and poles removed, then they were then stripped naked except for their shoes. Though they struggled some as this was being done it was hopeless. Sarah cried to Makaya.

"What are they doing? Why are they stripping us?"

To her pleas Makaya only smiled, her eyes shining with delight. As soon as the captives were naked their poles were again lashed to their arms but their packs were divided between other warriors. Several warriors took some of the crushed charcoal paste and smeared it on William, Elizabeth, and Sarah's faces and bodies. They seemed to take delight in applying it. When they finished the three were tied together again and the warriors picked up their packs and lined up ready to move once again. As they were doing this William spoke to Sarah and Elizabeth.

"I been holdin something back from ya. I couldn't say for sure till now but I didn't like what I saw the other night when the warriors bound you to stakes hand an foot and had their way with ya. I never heard of em to do that to a woman they purposed to keep alive. I know well that warriors like torturin women slow for sport. Specially their slaves. But they don't kill em. Just play with em for fun. But I hear more an once that when they force a woman an spoil her they have designs on killin em. Then last night the way they kept lookin at ya talkin an laughin. By way they were actin I got the feelin they were plannin tortures o some sort. Then that woman o theirs began holdin her arms wide shakin her breasts and squealin. Bout brought the house down. I felt then they were makin plans on how to kill ya. I know I'm gonna die bein roastin slow with fire or somethin worse. Can't change that less I get away or die tryin . But now I know you are gonna die too. That's what this black means. Death by their slowest tortures. I know that's no comfort to ya. I just wanted ya to have time to look for a quick way out if you can find one. That's all I can say. I can't help ya none. You get a chance, get away or kill yourselves quick. They'll keep close eye on me. More than likely I won't get the chance." A yank on the rope stopped William from any more talking. They began their walk into the village.

After wading slowly across the river the captives passed a large sloping rock. William turned to look back at it. The image of Makaya naked in the water beside it flashed through his mind. He thought of John and Samuel, then quickly looked around as if expecting something to happen, or someone appear suddenly in ambush. Nothing happened. After fifteen minutes of slow easy walking Strong Wolf made a loud yell that was answered by a great number of voices. The response to his yell continued until after all of the war party was once again in the village and surrounded by welcoming warriors and women both old and young, and children. Sarah, Elizabeth, and William were quickly surrounded by the throng near the center of the village. There they had the straps binding their arms to the poles cut. Their arms fell down by their sides, useless from being tied in one position for so long. Their shoulders ached from the constant pressure of the poles. They were just beginning to painfully move their arms when several warriors approached with leather straps. The each of the three captives was forced toward a nearby tree and pushed back against it. Their hands were pulled behind them and then were roughly tied together with their arms around the trees. They all pulled hard on the straps, testing them, but found them secure and strong. There was much joy evident as a swarm of warriors and women surrounded the returning war party. Makaya was in the center of attention hugging, and being hugged by all who came near. All of the warriors were telling small groups that gathered around them the account of Makaya's rescue.

After a time the entire village began to gather around the three naked and helpless captives. Women came up and slapped their faces with their hands. Children armed with slender sticks whipped their legs and ran off laughing as the three twisted and kicked from the pain. Two girls ran toward William with two foot long sticks stopping in front of him long enough to whip his cock and balls quite hard several times. William yelled, his cock and balls bouncing and shaking wildly from the blows and his violent agonized writhing. The girls were shooed away among an uproar of laughter. Warriors ran their hands over Sarah and Elizabeth, enjoying the feel of their naked bodies quivering with fear. They rubbed and squeezed their full firm breasts, and at times pinched, twisted, and pulled their nipples. They laughed at their screams and how they quickly twisted back and forth from the pain. The warriors eyes shone with delight as they listened to the women's cries and watched their breasts shake and jiggle as they jabbed them gently with the points of their knives. Both women kicked and jerked their strong and shapely legs trying to avoid the warriors hands and protect their vagina from their probing touch. All of their useless efforts and cries were both very exciting and quite amusing to all who were watching.

After a time both Elizabeth and Sarah were cut free and taken to the stream by a large group of women. They were pulled into water almost to their waist where the women began trying to force under water. Both Elizabeth and Sarah began fighting hard to keep their heads above water. This caused a great deal of laughter from everyone on the bank watching. At last one of the women grabbed Sarah's head and started yelling at her. "No hurt you. No hurt you." With that Elizabeth and Sarah gradually gave into the women and allowed them to dunk their heads under the surface and scrub them with handfuls of sand. After a few minutes the women were lead from the water and forced to sit on dear hides near a fire. William, tied only a few yards away, watched in silence.

Soon Strong Wolf spoke loudly getting the attention of all. For several minutes he spoke and several times the village yelled approval at his words. Then Makaya stepped before the gathered throng and spoke to the people. Again there were several uproars of approval. When she finished the women hurried away to cooking fires and soon a feast was underway. William, Sarah, and Elizabeth understood none of what was said and for the time being were left alone. As the feast was being prepared Makaya and another woman carrying a clay pot filled with water came to them. As the woman was giving them drinks of water Makaya stood in front of William. She hesitated for a few seconds staring into his eyes before she spoke.

"Two come with you and by your hand take me away. You alone are yet alive. Warriors go out to bring me again unto my village. Other warriors come and go with them. I give you into their hand for a gift. By their hand you will die. With great slowness your life will be tortured from your flesh. You will fight long and make many screams from much great hurt. You give their village much sport. You go to their village and there find your death most horrible. The warriors have given me their word that your flesh will feel all manor of torment. You will beg for death but it will not come quick."

Turning to Sarah, Makaya spoke.

"You will remain here."

Then looking at Elizabeth, Makaya said, "And you will remain."

As Makaya and the woman walked away, William spoke to Sarah and Elizabeth.

"They're goin to torture me dead just as I said. Looks like you will be stayin alive after all. No word bout you bein tortured or killed and they washed all the black from ya. You're goin to be alright."

In a few minutes the entire village was enjoying a feast and dancing around the captives. Deer hide robes were brought and wrapped around Sarah and Elizabeth. They were thankful for the robes that hid their naked bodies and for portions of stew and meat that they accepted willingly. As the feast ended four women gathered around Sarah and Elizabeth and began brushing their hair with a coarse comb made from a bone. The unexpected kindness they were receiving did much to lessen their fears. Elizabeth raised the courage to ask the women why they were being treated so well. One woman spoke very kindly to them.

"We wash from you black. Make you pleasant for our warriors eyes. Meat and stew stop your hunger. Make you strong. We give them you. They play with your flesh. Use you for sport and pleasure. You not die quick. You die slow. Give all much sport. We thank you much for coming to us. The way you die very amusing."

"They're going to torture us!" Sarah half screamed. The shock hit both women and this knowledge drained them of all strength. They sat there almost unmoving staring at the ground as the four women finished brushing their hair. As the women attended to Sarah and Elizabeth two warriors approached carrying handfuls of leeks, slender green plants with a small white bulb on the bottom. They gave them to a women who placed them a few at a time on a grinding stone. Another rounded stone was used to crush and grind the plants into a thin paste. When all the plants had been prepared the woman collected the light green paste on a piece of bark and gave it to the warriors saying something in Seneca and laughing. Everywhere there seemed to be an excitement growing as the entire village began to collect around Elizabeth and Sarah.

Suddenly the crowd parted and warriors walked up to the terrified women. Yanking the robes from them returned to them their senses and strength. Even though they tried to hold onto the robes it was futile. They screamed and fought as hands grabbed their wrists and bound them with leather straps behind their backs. The women were taken to a place near the bank of the stream where two leather straps, each tied to its own tree waited. Elizabeth and Sarah were each lead to a tree and the end of the strap tied securely around their wrists. The excited throng formed a wide semicircle around the women who stood at the center, naked and shaking in fear.

"We got to be brave. We're in their hand and can't do nothin bout it," Elizabeth said as much to herself as to Sarah.

"I pray they make us slaves. I can't bear the thought o them warriors usin us ever they want pleasure. But we would be still alive. That or kill us quick," Sarah said, looking at Elizabeth. They take to torturin us an I'll break. I know I can't endure that. I know I'll start fightin and screamin. Remember what William said bout the more you scream and wiggle the slower they torture an kill ya. But there is nothin we can do."

Makaya emerged from the gathered crowd carrying the piece of bark with the thin paste. Walking with her several young women. Handing the bark to one of the other women she spoke pleasantly to Elizabeth and Sarah.

"They put this in you. Make you lively and dance about. If you not enjoy. You go to water and wash."

Turning and walking back to the gathered crowd Makaya spoke in Seneca. There was an uproar of laughter that made Sarah and Elizabeth look around wildly. They began to back away as a number of warriors approached them. The warriors quickly grabbed and threw them down onto the ground. Two warriors grabbed each of the woman's ankles. Even though they kicked and fought they were easily picked up and held upside down with their legs spread. A they fought and screamed in terror, the women pulled their vaginas open with their fingers and some of the crushed leeks were dropped down into them. A smooth, round ended stick was produced and used to force the paste deep into their vaginas. In just a few seconds Elizabeth and Sarah were lowered to the ground and the warriors and women rejoined the crowd to watch.

In a few more seconds both women began to feel a burning sensation in their vagina. It quickly grew to excruciating pain that had the women rolling and kicking on the ground.

"It hurts! It burns!" screamed Elizabeth as she writhed in agony.

Sarah, also crying out in pain, scrambled to her feet and was followed immediately by Elizabeth. They raced toward the stream until the leather straps tying their hands to the trees pulled tight. Both women fell backward onto the ground only feet from the waters edge, and the only possible relief from the torture. Realizing that they could not reach the water seemed to make the burning sensation in their vaginas even worse.

Over the next few minutes the burning pain did become much worse. Sarah and Elizabeth rolled on the ground kicking their legs wildly, writhing and crying in pain. They rapidly shook and twisted their hips trying to expel the crushed pulp from their bodies. From time to time their naked bodies became stiff, back arched, leg muscles tensed, and head held back, screaming in agony. Again and again they franticly tried to reach the stream. Yanking on the straps and stretching their legs to the utmost, their feet only inches from the water. Often they ran about jumping and kicking their legs, their breasts shaking and bouncing wildly as they went. They threw their heads from side to side, their long hair flying about as they made loud cries and screams. Several times they ran toward the watching throng pleading for them to have mercy and to help them until overcame by the pain they once again began running about, writhing and screaming in agony. The entire village laughed and nudged each other as they watched the two women enduring a horrible torture devised just for captives of their sex.

After half an hour the burning pain began to subside. Elizabeth and Sarah were exhausted, laying on the ground with their legs drawn up to their chest, writhing slowly, sobbing. Several young women came toward them, drawing their back knives from their sheaths as they walked. After cutting the straps they pulled them out into the stream where they began to wash away some of the remains of the crushed pulp. After a minute in the cool water Elizabeth and Sarah revived and began to wash themselves out to get relief. At last they were lead from the water, still weak from the pain and their reaction to the torture. They stumbled as they walked, taking small steps because every movement of their irritated vagina was painful. The two women were taken to a tree near the fire. There two old Indian women forced them to sit with their backs to it. Their wrists were tied together removing any hope of escape.

"We're not gettin away bound up together like this," Sarah said weakly. I couldn't run now even if they let us go free. I hurt so much up in my inside I can hardly walk. What they done felt like a red hot iron was forced up in me."

Elizabeth felt her arms pulled slightly up and backward, then felt them fall back to the ground.

"I was in such pain I hoped to die," Elizabeth said. "We both was runnin too an fro an tryin to get to the water like we gone out o our head."

After half an hour of rest all warriors surrounded the Elizabeth and Sarah. They talked in Seneca and laughed as they untied the straps. Yanking the women to their feet they were pushed ahead of the warriors toward the edge of the village. Following them were all the warriors, older men, and young boys.

"I got a bad feel for this," Sarah whispered.

Elizabeth said nothing. She looked around warily at the throng that was on both sides and in back of them.

Quietly she said, "I want make a run for it. I know this might be our only chance to save our skin if they really are goin to kill us. But I hurt so bad inside I can scarcely walk. There are so many o them we would not make the trees. They'd run us down in a second an torture us dead hard an slow for sure."

"I'm the same as you. Sarah replied. "Past runnin even to save my life."

The women were stopped in an open space. The warriors, boys, and men surrounded them, shoulder to shoulder in a large circle. Two warriors entered the circle and grabbed Elizabeth by her arms and pulled her to the side of the circle. Sarah stood alone in the center, trying to cover her breasts with one arm and hand and her vagina with the other hand. She felt entirely alone, naked, and helpless. She looked wildly around for some way of escape but found none. Terror grew in her chest as she waited for something to happen. She did not wait long.

Three warriors stepped into the circle from different directions. One of them was Swift Arrow. Each carried a short leather whip in his hand. These whips were made from a single thin strip of leather folded double and tied with a knot forming a small loop. The loop was slipped over the wrist leaving two free strips of leather two feet long. As they approached Sarah slowly, whips dangling from their hands, she turned to look at each, backing away from the one that was closest to her until she was surrounded and only a few feet away from them. Swift Arrow quickly slashed his arm sideways. There was a crack of leather hitting flesh followed by a squealing scream. Sarah fell to the ground grabbing at her left leg and kicking it wildly. For a few seconds she rolled and twisted on the ground, then turned face up to her tormentors. There were many shouts of approval from the surrounding warriors as a red welt formed on her twitching leg.

"Please don't. Don't hurt..."

Her plea was cut short when another warrior slashed his whip making another sharp crack followed by more piercing screams. Sarah thrashed on the ground holding her right breast, writhing and twisting in agony. There were more shouts of approval and laughter as Sarah's naked body responded to this torture. The last warrior swung his whip and it was instantly followed by a crack and screams of pain. This welt would form on her back. Sarah jumped up and ran for the circle of warriors. Reaching it she was grabbed by several warriors and thrown back toward the center. Sarah began to run franticly in any direction she could attempting to escape the warriors with their whips. She dashed around changing directions, trying franticly to escape the whips of the three warriors. All who were watching enjoyed seeing her leg muscles straining, arms flailing, hair flying, and her breasts bouncing. She ran about crying out in terror and for someone to help her between her screams of pain. She raced to Swift Arrow and fell on her knees in front of him pleading for mercy. There was a sharp crack and Sarah fell on her side squealing and writhing, kicking her right leg wildly about. A red welt forming on the back of her thigh. After ten seconds Swift Arrow answered her pleas for mercy by delivering a sharp blow to her stomach with his whip.

As soon as this torture began many warriors began shouting where they wanted to see Sarah whipped next. Mingled with the shouts were uproars of laughter, the sound of leather slashing naked skin followed by shrill screams of agony. As the torture continued Elizabeth looked away, unable to watch the horrible spectacle in front of her. One warrior holding her forced her to watch and spoke to her.

"See how woman run and fight. Hear loud cries. This give warriors much joy. You watch. You hurt same way. That be you soon."

Sarah finally fell to the ground writhing in pain and covered with more than fifty welts. Swift Arrow spoke and several deer skins were brought and placed on the ground in the center of the circle. Sarah was carried face up by her hands and feet and roughly dropped on them. Two warriors that had been whipping Sarah grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms straight out to her sides. Swift Arrow untied the cord tying his loin cloth and let it fall off to one side. He had turned it sideways some minutes before when he was fully aroused by Sarah's naked body responding to the torture. Stepping across Sarah he knelt down on her straddling her with his legs. Looking down on Sarah he thought of the rabbits he and the other braves had snared and tortured to death as boys. She lay there helpless, eyes wide and shining in terror, squirming under him, twisting her head back and forth while trying to pull her arms free, kicking weakly, and her chest heaving as she gasped for breath. Her fear and pain amused him.

"She is like the rabbits," he thought. "But there are many more things I can do to her and she will die much slower."

Swift Arrow forced his legs between Sarah's and tried to force his cock into her. Sarah began screaming and twisting her hips back and forth trying to prevent him but was soon overpowered. As Swift Arrow forced his cock into Sarah, she arched her back, tilted her head back and screamed in a way Elizabeth had not heard yet. It was a scream that could only be caused by unspeakable agony. With each deliberate thrust into Sarah's vagina, irritated by the crushed leeks, it was as though a red hot iron rod was being forced into her. Between each thrust she felt as though she was being torn apart. For a minute this torture continued until Swift Arrow could not hold himself back any longer. For a few seconds he felt the greatest pleasure a warrior could have. The release of his semen into a beautiful captive woman as she writhed and screamed beneath him. After he stood up and retrieved his loin cloth he took the place of the warrior holding Sarah's left arm. That warrior immediately removed his loincloth and raped Sarah, causing her more horrible agony, forcing screams from her kicking and writhing body.

Elizabeth watched in horror and listened to the piercing shrieks and their echoes. She saw the warriors enjoying the torture of Sarah and heard their shouts and laughter. She thought of what William had said. That the more a woman fights and screams, the slower the Indians would torture her to death. She knew that soon she would be tortured by whips and rape, and that there was nothing she could do to stop it. It was then she knew what she was going to do. She began steeling her mind with the thought that no matter what, she would not run or fight to save herself. She would not scream or writhe in pain. She would die much quicker if she could control herself and not give these warriors the amusement they sought.

When the last warrior had finished with Sarah, she was carried over by Elizabeth and dropped on the ground. She lay there sobbing and trying to protect herself from any more torture or rape, seemingly unaware of anything around her. Strong hands grabbed Elizabeth and yanked her out into the circle. The shouts began and three new warriors approached her with the short whips. Elizabeth stood perfectly still, waiting, eyes closed, scarcely breathing, forcing herself to think of nothing else but of not moving or screaming. The first slash of a whip cut across her left hip. She flinched and almost screamed in pain. Tears began to run down her face. A second slash brought a searing pain around her waist. She twisted her hips back and forth and cried out a little but held her ground. There was a third crack and her right breast bounced and shook an instant before Elizabeth's hands clutched it and a scream came from between her clenched teeth. Everywhere the whips had touched her felt as though they had been burned with red hot coals. Elizabeth trembled with the pain but forced herself to hold as still as possible. Another slash with a whip caused excruciating pain in the calf of her leg. Her leg responded by kicking uncontrollably for a few seconds and she wondered how much longer she would be able to endure this torture. As she thought on this there was a crack and a searing pain on the inside of her left leg a few inches below her vagina. Elizabeth began screaming from the pain, twisting and kicking her leg wildly. Cheers erupted from the circle of warriors. Another slash across her buttocks and Elizabeth began running franticly about. Her naked body had taken full control and she became a human wild animal, dashing wildly about, squealing and writhing in pain from the torture. She had failed in her plan to bring about a much swifter death.

The women and young girls in the village heard the shouts and laughter of the warriors, and Sarah's screams as her torture began. An old woman walked slowly over to William and stood before him. Drawing her back knife she carefully drew the sharp edge repeatedly across William's cock and balls and lightly jabbed them with the point. William stiffened in fear and flinched each time the blade touched him. All the other women and girls began to gather around, watching, laughing, and taunting William as the woman used her knife to torment him. Turning to the crowd the woman addressed them.

"My daughters. Our warriors have taken the two white women and now make them give sport. They feast their eyes on the naked flesh and hopeless struggles of their prey. Their ears with be filled with their cries of fear and the hurt they give them. They will pleasure their flesh with them until they are satisfied. Our warriors have brought these white women and our daughter Makaya from far. They have begun to enjoy their reward. They leave this man in our hand to hold until they have finished playing with the women, their prey. Let us have a frolic with this man. We shall make him give us sport and fill our hearts with gladness. We will laugh at his struggles to stop our torments and take great pleasure as naked he squirms and squeals from hurt. Come daughters. Let us have sport until our warriors return."

When the old woman finished talking there was much excited talk among the women and girls. William did not understand what was said but he knew it concerned him. Many of the women gathered around Makaya, talking with her, laughing, and turning to look at William from time to time. There was excitement in their eyes and it terrified William. After some of the women hurried off, Makaya walked toward William.

"Our women now torture you for their pleasure," Makaya said with deliberate slowness. "Do not fear them. They not kill you. I give you to another village."

As Makaya turned to leave, William heard Sarah's screams become rhythmic as her torture by rape began. He knew that she was being tortured in some way and the sound was horrible to him. The women of village however enjoyed hearing it.

In a few minutes the women surrounded and untied William. Holding him tightly they took him to where two small trees were growing a few feet apart. There they tied him with leather straps between the trees, his arms and legs spread. No sooner than this was done than a young woman brought a stick with a small bowl of hot water tied securely in a fork on the end. She handed it to Makaya and joined the circle to watch. Makaya stepped in front of William and held the bowl below his cock and balls. As she slowly raised the bowl, William strained on the straps, trying to pull himself up as high as he could away from it. For several seconds Makaya held the bowl an inch below William's cock and balls, enjoying his desperate attempt to save himself from the lightly steaming water.

"Your man flesh is naked," Makaya said. "It must be cold. I will warm it for you." Then with a deliberate move she raised the bowl.

William responded instantly, yelling and yanking on the cords binding his hands and feet. He thrashed about wildly throwing his body to the front and back and to both sides. He shook his cock and balls violently up and down in the hot water splashing much of it out of the bowl. The women and girls laughed at his reaction to the hot water and soon more was brought. The next bowl was held by an old woman and William put on another amusing display for the women. Eight more times the bowl was filled and raised up under his cock and balls, each time by different women and young girls. The last was a girl six years old. She giggled so uncontrollably while performing this simple torture that she and had trouble keeping William's cock and balls in the bowl. The women laughed and taunted him.

"See. Even a girl child enjoys making hurt for you, white man." And also, "Your man flesh must be cold. See how you dance for joy when we warm it."

After much of the hot water was splashed from the last bowl and what remained had cooled, a beautiful young woman approached holding a small rough piece of sandstone in her hands. With Makaya interpreting her Seneca words to William, she taunted him.

"Your man flesh is now wet. I shall wash it for you."

Taking his cock and pulling it hard she rubbed the skin of it making him cry out from the pain. She continued to scrub him with the stone, stretching the skin tight on his balls by squeezing them. As she worked the watching women laughed at his struggles and cries and many continued to taunt him. At last she was satisfied that no part of William's crotch area had been missed. His cock, balls, and inner thighs were now bright red from the hot water and scrubbing.

The old woman that had first tormented William with her knife and addressed the women and girls now stepped forward and spoke a few words in Seneca. The women quickly surrounded William and untied the leather cords that held him. He was taken to a tree with a large limb fifteen feet from the ground. His hands were tied together with one end of a rope and the other end thrown over the limb. His hands were pulled up level with his head and the rope tied off . William turned around and around, fear was in his eyes. A woman approached with the bark that held the last of the crushed leaks that was used on Elizabeth and Sarah. William sensed what was going to be done and backed away as far as the rope would allow. A number of other women approached and held William's waist and legs tightly. The woman knelt before him and laid the bark in front of her. Taking William's cock and balls in her hands she rubbed them gently and spoke kindly to him.

"Your man flesh is red. I have medicine. Make better. You like much. Make you dance with joy and sing."

After she spoke another woman repeated what she had said in Seneca. There was an uproar of laughter.

William felt the gentleness of her hands and the pleasure of a woman touching him. He noticed the smallness of her hands, her slender fingers, and the graceful movements she made as she scraped the last of the crushed leaks from the bark. He saw the bright shine of her long dark hair as it fell down over her shoulders and blew lightly in the wind. He saw her beautiful young face looking up at him, then her mouth broke out into a broad smile and her eyes sparkled as she rubbed the thin paste on his cock, balls, and thighs.

For a second William felt the wet coolness. He heard Elizabeth's first screams as her torture began. As the woman rose to her feet, turned, and rejoined the rest, he felt the burning sensation begin. More than seventy five women surrounded him waiting for their entertainment. They did not have to wait long. Very soon William hunched over, squirming and groaning in pain. Even as he did this the irritated and raw nerve endings in his skin were just beginning to be affected. A minute later he was twisting and writhing on the end of the rope. He kicked his legs and shook his cock and balls hard trying to rub and shake the liquid from them. His groans that had changed to cries and pleas for mercy were now screams of agony. To William it seemed that his cock, balls, and inner thighs were having flame held to them. He yanked on the rope franticly trying to pull it free but it held fast. The unceasing agony and hopelessness of his situation took control of his body. William began kicking and fighting wildly, his screams increasing in volume and pitch with the pain. This wild dance delighted the women and girls and gave them much to laugh at. They all enjoyed watching him twist and kick, shaking his cock and balls and throwing them around in a way that could only be caused by the most horrible pain.

A short distance away a circle of warriors and boys heard William's screams and the women's laughter. Many looked in the direction of the village then at each other, talking, laughing and smiling. They knew that the women were torturing William and that he was providing them with the entertainment they wanted. After a few seconds they turned their eyes and ears to their own amusement. The slow torture of Elizabeth.

After several hours the warriors returned to the center of the village. Elizabeth and Sarah were forced along before them, stumbling as they walked. Both had been tortured and raped repeatedly. In the center of the village William was still tied to the tree limb by his arms. He stood there, still, silent, head down. For the last hour the women had mostly ignored him as they prepared a feast for the evening meal. Occasionally a woman would walk past and whip or jab him with a stick. Even though he responded weakly it brought laughter. Sarah and Elizabeth were taken to trees nearby and tied there, standing, with their hands bound over their heads. Soon a feast was underway during which all three captives were untied and closely guarded as they were given some pieces of roasted meat and water. This revived their strength some but did nothing to relieve their fear and pain. At last the feast was over and Sarah and Elizabeth were again tied to trees. The entire village then surrounded William. He was untied by the warriors and forced into the center of the circle. Makaya stepped from the throng and held up her hand bringing almost total silence. She spoke in Seneca.

"Warriors of Kikusgowlowa. I now give you a gift for taking up the tomahawk and walking the warpath with our warriors. I give you the man called William to take to your village. By his hand was I taken. By your hand he must be destroyed. Make sport of him. Allow the hands of your women and small ones to join yours as you torture him with all slowness. Make him fight hard for your pleasure and make many loud cries from hurt to please your ears. Yet show him mercy that his life is not gone quickly from him. In that manor make him long suffer much hurt until the spirit of life is at last gone out from him."

When Makaya stopped speaking there was an uproar of yells. William was surrounded by the warriors from Kikusgowlowa. One end of a thin leather cord was tied securely around his testicles, still very sensitive from the women's torture. Another cord bound his hands together behind his back. As this was being done the entire village gathered in two lines a few feet apart. When all was ready the warriors from Kikusgowlowa lined up in single file with William in the center. The warrior in front of him held the cord tied to his testicles, and the warrior behind held the cord binding his hands. Makaya walked up to William and spoke to him.

"I make of you a present to the village of Kikusgowlowa. They sent warriors upon the warpath to my help. They now take you to their village. There you will be tortured with much slowness and very great hurt. There you shall die. I will see you no more."

Turning, Makaya walked to one of the lines. Her father stood at the end. Beside him was his wife. Makaya took her place beside her mother. As soon as she stepped into the line a yell went up from all the warriors, women, and children as they all raised their right arms toward the warriors from Kikusgowlowa. They did this honoring them for joining their warriors in the rescue of Makaya. The warrior in front of William tugged on the cord he held as he walked slowly forward, while the warrior behind him pulled on the cord tying his hands holding him back. William, between these two warriors, presented an amusing sight to all the people causing much laughter as he was lead slowly between the lines. He was proceeded by his testicles stretched in front of him, and followed by his arms pulled back behind him. In the middle, William squirmed and yelled in pain as he was being pulled in two directions at once. His eyes were wide with terror at the hopelessness of his situation and thoughts of the slow screaming death by torture others had suffered. Images of burned and mutilated bodies he had seen flashed in his memory and his mind screamed silently in terror. William knew that he was being led to his death and there was nothing he could do to stop, or hasten it. As the warriors passed out of the village many muskets were fired into the air and the acrid sulfur smoke hung like a fog. In a few minutes they had passed from sight into the gathering twilight. They stopped only briefly to put moccasins on William to speed their journey to Kikusgowlowa. Soon their village would begin their feast and William would unwillingly provide the entertainment.

When the warriors from Kikusgowlowa were gone and all was quiet again, the people of the village once again turned their attention to Sarah and Elizabeth. They were untied from their trees and taken to the center of the village. There eight poles stood in a circle arranged in groups of two. Elizabeth was taken to one set of two close set poles and Sarah to another. They fought in vain to escape as their hands and feet were tied securely to the poles on each side of them with strong leather straps. When the warriors finished tying them they were stretched in a spread position, arms over their heads, open, naked, and exposed for all to see. Even though it was hopeless they both struggled and yanked on the cords holding them for a time. Their long hair flew about them and fell in front of their faces as they threw their heads about wildly and screamed in terror. At last they grew silent and still, their heads down, at first not even talking to each other. They waited for what was to come next while around them there was excited activity. It was growing dark and dry tinder, limbs, and wood was gathered and piled in front and behind both of them. Elizabeth watching this spoke to Sarah.

"Looks like they're a fixin to burn us live."

"I been prayin that's not our lot," Sarah replied. "But if it's their mind to burn us then that's how it will be. They're goin to kill us however they want. Fast or slow. I know they like fire torture and are good at it. Bound to these poles all we can do is wiggle a bit and scream."

"They like that," Elizabeth said. "You heard William. The more you fight and yell the longer they go at killin ya. Nothin they love more an watchin their prey squirmin hard an screamin loud. They're goin to roast us with fire sure."

"I pray it's done quick," said Sarah. "I fear I'll break an start screamin an fightin an give em lots o fun if they put fire to me."

"No one can have fire or coal put on em slow an deliberate and hold back their voice and flesh," Elizabeth replied. "More than even a hard man can do. It comes natural."

"I was in Fort Pitt when a French soldier was grabbed on the hill watchin with a spy glass. They bound him to stakes hand an foot an iron heated red was held on him. It loosed his tongue an he was yellin all he knew quick. When the general had all he wanted from em he gave em to the warriors to play with. They tied em to a stake an went on touchin em with coals. They burned em that way for three hours, all the while the man ran to and fro round the stake makin screams most horrible to hear." After that both women fell silent.

Shortly the women carried flaming sticks to the four piles of limbs and ignited the tinder under them. The tinder flared up and soon the piles were blazing brightly. It was almost dark and the fires illuminated the area, especially Sarah and Elizabeth. Every detail of their beautiful bodies was revealed by the flickering light and moving shadows. The fullness of their breasts, their slender waists, the outline of the bottom of their ribs, the roundness of their buttocks, the smoothness of their skin, and the many red marks from the warriors torture. Their chests heaving as they breathed. The muscles of their shapely legs were defined by the light as they strained on the straps binding them. There was terror in their eyes as they waited for the next torture to begin. The warriors gathered around the women and watched them twisting and squirming in the fire light. It was very sexy to see the women tied in such a position, naked, and helpless.

An older warrior stepped to the center of the poles and held up his hand. Quickly a hushed silence overcame the crowd. Iron Knife, the war chief of the village spoke in Seneca.

"I call Makaya to stand by my side."

Makaya looked around as though there was another by that name, but knew it was her. Hesitatingly she stepped into the circle and took her place beside, but behind Iron Knife. Iron Knife turned, and taking Makaya by the hand pulled her forward to his side. Se looked uneasy but stayed where she was drawn to. Again Iron Knife spoke.

"Our daughter was taken by the hand of three white men. She did not go willingly with them. She was alone and without a warrior to protect her when she was taken. But she used the cunning spirit of Coyote to leave a trail. Strong Wolf gathered warriors and found the trail. It was a good trail and easy to follow. It led to where she was held. She speaks the white tongue but kept it hidden from the ears of the men. In this way she spared her life until the day our warriors came to her. The three white men were taken alive with two white women. They meant harm to come to Makaya and had bound her without coverings. But as a warrior she did not fear them. Two of the white men were wounded and could not be brought again to this place. They were tormented unto death with great hurt and there was no mercy in Makaya's heart. On coming again one white man tried to run away. Makaya and Gray Cloud kept watch over the two white women. The white man called William was again taken and brought here. He was in Makaya's hand until she gave him to the warriors of Kikusgowlowa for their aid on the warpath. In all ways Makaya was brave and cunning as a warrior. I now give Makaya the Eagle feather of the warrior. She is now a warrior of our village."

Turning to Makaya Iron Knife took an Eagle feather from a warrior that stepped forward. On its stem there was a thin leather thong. With this he tied it into Makaya's hair where it hung down over her right breast. A great yell went up from everyone. The honoring ceremony was over. Makaya was now a warrior woman of the Seneca.

Soon a drum began to beat slowly. The warriors formed a circle around Elizabeth and Sarah and the fires. They were joined by four other older women warriors, each with an Eagle feather tied in their hair. Makaya felt self conscious as she joined the warriors, but she had earned the right to do so and it was a great honor that had been bestowed on her. Then they began to dance in a circle. The women and children stood around the outside of the dance circle. The warriors and five women circled slowly, stepping up to Elizabeth and Sarah threatening them with their knives and tomahawks. At first they slashed at various parts of their bodies, never touching them, but making them jerk back out of the way with cries of fear. As Makaya passed she drew her back knife and made several quick slashes at Sarah and Elizabeth's breasts, stomach, and legs. She watched them yanking on the leather straps and jerking this way and that in an attempt to avoid the blade in her hand, and it excited her. After a time the warriors began to jab them lightly with the points of their knives and drew the sharp blades carefully across their skin so that they were not cut. They did not intend to harm the women, but to torment them, cause them some pain and make them feel terror. They were successful. Elizabeth and Sarah responded well to this with screams, struggling, and their bodies beginning to glisten with sweat. Makaya soon stepped up to Elizabeth, and then Sarah. She again pulled her back knife from its sheath and jabbed the underside of their breasts. First one, then the other. She spoke to each as she watched with satisfaction how they squirmed in their bonds making their breasts jiggle on the point of her blade.

"You desired hurt and death for me by your hand. Now you will have hurt and death by my hand. You have brought this upon your flesh. Know well that you will die with slowness and very great hurt. You will fight hard and scream much. My people shall make sport of you and you will give them much pleasure."

After half an hour the entire village joined in the dance around Elizabeth and Sarah. A warrior brought the iron poker he had taken from the camp and heated the end in the fire for a few seconds. Taking it out of the flame, he felt the end with his hand then heated it some more. Testing it again he found it quite hot to the touch. He smiled as he handed it to a woman. The woman walked slowly up to Sarah holding the poker in front of her, the decorative fringe swaying on the sleeves and bottom of her dress adding gracefulness to her movements. Kneeling before Sarah, her dark hair flowed down over her shoulders and back, and shone in the red fire light. As she raised the hot poker toward Sarah's vagina, Sarah began struggling and yanking on the straps holding her, twisting her hips trying desperately to avoid the hot end.

"No. No. Don't burn me. Don't burn me. Please. Don't burn me. Please" she cried in an ever louder and higher pitch.

In a few seconds her cries and struggles had became frantic, but all knew when the poker touched her vagina. Sarah's shrill screams pierced the night and echoed back from the darkness. She thrashed about wildly as every muscle responded instantly to the excruciating pain. Her hips shook and twisted up and down and she kicked her legs forward and back as far as the straps would allow. Her head tossed back and forth making her hair fly about while her breasts bounced and shook. There was an uproar of laughter at this display causing a young warrior to remark.

"White woman like rabbit giving sport to children. Hot iron make her squeal and dance. Woman give much more pleasure than rabbit. Very pleasing to watch naked flesh wiggle. Squeal much louder."

The warriors words brought another round of laughter that was soon followed by more screams as the poker repeatedly touched the insides of her legs. Sarah shook her legs violently even though the poker had touched them only for an instant. The woman stood up and held the poker close to Sarah's breast. She pulled away as far as she could and began screaming "Don't burn me. Don't burn me. Please stop!"

She stared at the end of the hot poker, shaking from fear, her breasts jiggling slightly as it slowly advanced toward her. A quick jab brought more screams and her breasts bounced back and forth from being shaken hard. This was repeated on her other breast with the same result. After two quick screams Sarah's body became rigid and she held her head back, mouth wide, making a final long scream toward the sky. As she did this the muscles and tendons of her neck and the bones of her shoulders stood out from the strain. Elizabeth had heard screams and pleas like this before in Fort Pitt when the French soldier was being tortured for information. She held her head down so that she would not see what was being done, knowing that soon she would probably be tortured in the same way. She thought of how the French soldier had screamed differently when he was being slowly burned to death with fire. When fire was held to his body for a second or two at a time. She knew from his screams that there were tortures even more painful than the one being performed now on Sarah.

After a few minutes the poker had cooled so that it no longer brought an instant reaction from Sarah. It was reheated and then Elizabeth writhed violently at its every touch and her screams resounded in the darkness with the laughter of the village. As Elizabeth was being tortured Sarah looked at the dozen burns visible to her on her body. In the fire light she only saw bright red marks forming. Her terror of being burned and the touch of hot iron to her tender flesh had made a horrible and painful torture, but one that was harmless. Soon the reheated poker, held by a warrior this time, was carried to Sarah. The torture began again and Sarah's naked body delighted the village with pleas for mercy, helpless struggling, and screams.

After an hour of this torture several women gathered, talking and laughing as they looked toward Sarah and Elizabeth. There was a sparkle in their eyes as they discussed a new torture they had devised. One hurried away and returned with a second iron poker. It was heated in the fire with the first one until both were hot to the touch. One woman held her poker in front of Elizabeth's breast. Elizabeth pulled away from the hot poker as far as she could until her arms were stretched tight. The woman slowly brought her poker closer to Elizabeth's breast, stopping just a few inches away. A murmur followed by quiet laughter went through the watching crowd. As the terror of yet another burn raged in Elizabeth's mind and brought cries of fear and pleas for mercy from her lips, another woman touched her poker to Elizabeth's back. Instantly Elizabeth screamed, jerking her body forward, ramming her breast into the hot poker held in front of her. This second burn caused her to yank away, forcing her back into the hot poker held behind her. Elizabeth's body threw itself violently forward and back over and over seeking some relief from this new torture but found none. Her near continuous screams were joined by laughter and shouts of approval. For the next hour this delightfully fiendish torture was used on all sides and parts of Sarah and Elizabeth's bodies.

It was late when the torture finally stopped. Sarah and Elizabeth were exhausted from the excursion, gasping for breath, and horse from screaming. When the leather straps holding them were cut, they collapsed on the ground, barely moving. Their wrists and ankles were rubbed raw and bleeding slightly from yanking on the straps. Immediately a number of women surrounded them. An older woman brought a bowl filled with leaves and warm water. Using a piece of cloth she attempted to swab the liquid onto the raw flesh of Elizabeth's wrist. She pulled quickly away fearing yet another torture. There was terror in her eyes.

"No hurt. Good medicine" the woman spoke. Pulling her hand forcefully toward her, she applied the warm liquid. Immediately there was a stinging sensation, but in a few seconds the burning pain in her wrist subsided and was replaced by a numbness. Thankful for the relief she allowed her other wrist and ankles to be treated as well. As the woman approached Sarah, she tried backing away.

"Let her help you," Elizabeth said. "It smarts a spell, but it helps the pain."

Gingerly, Sarah allowed the woman to treat her wounds. Following this the women carefully washed Elizabeth and Sarah with water and applied the pain relieving medicine to their burns. It was not as effective as on their raw flesh, but it did give some relief. When the women finished they brought two bowls of stew, each with a wooden spoon.

"Eat. Give strength," one of the women said as she handed her bowl to Sarah.

"No," Sarah said as she pushed the bowl away.

"Eat," The woman repeated forcefully.

"You bind us naked and torture us for sport, then you give us medicine and want us to eat?" Sarah yelled. "We're havin none of it!"

Makaya walked slowly over to Sarah carrying a thick smoldering stick in her hand. She held the glowing end in front of Sarah's face.

"Eat, or I roast your flesh with fire. Choose now." Sarah looked into Makaya's eyes through a curl of smoke from the coal. She saw no mercy there. Looking quickly away she took the bowl of stew that was handed to her, and ate it without saying a word. Elizabeth did the same.

The village became quiet and Elizabeth and Sarah were taken by the women into a longhouse. Reed mats were placed in the center of the dirt floor and they were forced to lay down on them, face up, with their heads together. Six stakes were driven into the ground beside them. Their arms and legs were spread and tied to these stakes so that they were held naked and helpless in a spread eagle position. For a short time they talked as warriors, women, and children walked around them gathering robes and preparing their own sleeping mats.

"Why don't they kill us? Why they keepin us alive?" Elizabeth whispered.

"Don't rightly know," replied Sarah. "You look at where they burned ya with that iron?"

"I seen," said Elizabeth. "I got a couple dozen blisters to show from their torture. Could a been a lot than that. They could go on torturin us that way for a fortnight an we would still be live."

"They're torturin us slow for sport. Watchin us wigglin an listenin to us squealin amuses em just like William said. I sure give em a show," said Sarah. "Couldn't help it none."

"We both gave em a show. When the women used two irons on me I prayed that I would die or one o them would show mercy an kill me quick," Elizabeth whispered. "Yet I know they can do much worse than what they done to us. I watched em at the fort burning a Frenchman at the forks o the Ohio. They touched em with firebrands, an coals, and red hot iron. He run round the stake screamin an a squealin the most horrible way I ever heard. Took him bout four hours to die."

Sarah did not answer. She lay there silently, testing the straps that held her. A woman brought two robes made of deer hides and spread them over Elizabeth and Sarah. The warmth and exhaustion soon overtook them and both women fell into a fitful sleep. Several times that night they both woke up, screaming, twisting, and yanking on the straps that held them, as nightmares of being tortured raged in their minds.

It was light when Sarah and Elizabeth awoke. Every muscle and joint in their bodies was sore from the torture they had endured, and they were covered with red marks and some small blisters. Several women untied their hands and feet and took them out into the early morning sun. They were guarded and given some meat and a thick corn soup to eat. They hesitated for a few seconds until they saw Makaya kneeling by a nearby cooking fire. She looked at them, then held up a flaming stick. Her message was understood without words being spoken. The women ate all that they were given.

After they had finished eating they were taken to separate small trees and forced to sit with their backs up against them. Their arms were pulled around the trees and their wrists tied together. They were left alone for several hours. Elizabeth was surprised to see a young white woman walking toward her. Her hair was long, light brown, and had several turkey feathers tied in it. She wore only a doeskin skirt that reached to above her knees and moccasins. Elizabeth's hopes soared as she approached.

"Sarah. There is a white woman here," Elizabeth said quietly. "Maybe we got a chance after all."

The woman walked to where she could be seen by both Sarah and Elizabeth. She spoke in fluent English.

"I am Chiwoatwes, Blue Flower in your tongue. I once was called by the name Rebecca. I was taken five years ago from my home along the Susquehanna. One brother was killed and all that remained of my family was taken with me. My father and mother, one sister older than I, and a brother who was younger. They tried to run away after three days, but I was to full of fear for my life to go with them though they beseeched me greatly. They were soon taken again by the warriors. Each night one was tortured and killed. My father they burned alive on the stake with fire and coals. My mother was bound hand and foot and fires kindled on every side. In that manor she was with slowness roasted to death. My brother was burned with fire and his skin scraped away with sharp stones and knives. My sister was used for pleasure until the others were dead. She was touched with burning coals and cut with knives taken hot from the fire. She was afterward bound hand and foot to stakes set in the ground. Small fires were kindled near unto her feet and kept up until they were roasted. With slowness the fires were moved up the insides and outsides of her legs and body. Firebrands were also touched to her woman flesh and breasts in a most cruel manor. My family died in terrible pains, making screams most horrible to listen to. My sister died the slowest of all. I was compelled to watch each die and made to know that I would also suffer death with all possible pain should I try to escape."

"I was brought here and made a slave. I was tormented for amusement and made to work hard. Warriors often took pleasure with me and I bore them a son and daughter. In time I was taken to a family and given protection. I am now treated well. Yet I am a slave and know I will die if I try to run away. I was sent away from my village when you were brought here."

"This day a council was held. I was then brought to it and made to know I could come to the frolic of your torture and death. If I join the frolic, and with my hand torture your flesh, and take pleasure in it, I will then be adopted and become Seneca. I will no longer be a slave. A warrior desires to take me to be a wife. I desire this greatly. For I can not return to my former life. The Seneca are my family now."

"Know this. I shall come to the frolic. I will not withhold my hand from any device of torture. I will not hasten your death or show you mercy. Your cries and struggles will give me pleasure until you have taken in your last breath." Having spoken,Chiwoatwes turned and walked away, carrying all hope that Elizabeth and Sarah had with her.

Through the day Sarah and Elizabeth remained tied to their trees. Occasionally young children, most wearing just loincloths, a few totally naked, would race up with slender sticks, stopping to whip the women's legs, feet, breasts, and bodies. They would be shooed away by one of the nearby women, but not before they had a minute or more of fun. They would run away laughing, leaving Sarah and Elizabeth screaming and writhing in pain, kicking their legs and shaking their breasts to the delight of all.

That afternoon nine older boys gathered around Elizabeth and Sarah, several carried sticks sharpened to a point. With them were eleven girls of the same age. While the boys sat down close around the Elizabeth and Sarah, the girls formed their own semicircle around them on the outside. There was excited laughter and talk among them and as each picked their spot to sit. Chiwoatwes walked slowly up and joined the girls. She carried a deer skin over her arm. She placed this on the ground in front of a tree and sat on it. Leaning back against the tree she stretched her shapely legs out in front of her and smoothed the wrinkles from her doeskin skirt. She motioned to another girl to come and sit beside her and share part of the skin. As a girl much younger than the rest wandered by, Chiwoatwes took her by the hand, and pulling her over placed her on her lap. The three of them sat together to watch.

"What are they going to do to us?" Sarah half screamed to Chiwoatwes. "What are they doing? What's going to happen?"

As Sarah was pleading to Chiwoatwes of their fate, Elizabeth was looking around in terror.

"I know not what shall be done to you. You are in their hands and they will decide," Chiwotwes replied. Then she spoke in Seneca to the young crowd that had gathered and they all broke into laughter.

In only a few minutes three more boys approached. They carried three pieces rope that was brought from Forty Foot, four pointed wood stakes, a large rock, and four leather straps. They spoke a few words and the rest of the boys stood and gathered around Sarah. She began screaming and fighting as they grabbed her and pulled her around the tree until she faced the same way as Elizabeth. One length of rope was wound around Sarah's waist, drawn somewhat tight and the ends tied. Sarah was pulled back against the tree and her arms still tied together around it. Her legs were pulled out straight, spread apart, and held down by a boy sitting on each. Using the large rock a stake was driven firmly into the ground near each of Sarah's feet. One end of a strap was tied to each of her ankles, then the free ends were tied to the stakes securing her legs. Sarah twisted her body and pulled hard on the straps with her legs trying to free herself, to no avail.

Again she half screamed to Chiwotwes. "What are they doing to me?" Receiving no answer she remained silent and still.

Satisfied with how Sarah was tied, the boys bound Elizabeth to her tree and staked out her legs in the same way. She responded as Sarah, struggling, screaming, testing the straps, and pleading for mercy.

The boys knelt around the Elizabeth and Sarah using the pointed sticks and small stones from the ground to demonstrate their cruelty. They pressed the sharp points of the sticks into their skin and slowly drew them along, and jabbed them where ever they wished. A favorite torture was to hold the point of a stick near the side of one of their breasts. Then another boy would lightly jab the other side of the breast with his stick. Each time this was done Elizabeth and Sarah would jerk their breast away and onto the point that waited for it. Many times this resulted in them wildly jerking their breast back and forth between the points as they screamed in pain. Another was to jab the back of their legs. Trying to avoid the points, Sarah and Elizabeth pulled hard on the straps tying their feet, which displaying the muscles of their legs. Their nipples and small pieces of skin was pinched between the stones bringing screams and cries from this lips. But the most horrible of all was when the boys knelt between their legs and pinched the lips of their vaginas between two stones. Shrieks of agony echoed in the valley and their bodies convulsed wildly.

For an hour the boys continued their tortures, slowly, and without mercy. Chiwotwes and the other girls watched, laughing at Sarah and Elizabeth screaming and writhing in pain, their terror, and their fighting hopelessly to stop what was being done to them. When the boys were finished they stood and for a few minutes danced around their victims. Their loin cloths could not hide the erection they had from the excitement of torturing a beautiful white woman. Most turned them so that they hung down by their sides leaving them naked in the front.

As the boys danced around and farther away, the girls rose and danced inward to replace them. They also enjoyed demonstrating their cruelty with the pointed sticks and stones, showing no more haste or mercy than the boys. Soon, one girl removed her doe skin dress leaving her naked from the waist up, and clad only in her moccasins and a skirt reaching to above her knees. Long slits up both sides of the skirt gave her freedom of movement, and now also displayed her strong and beautifully shaped legs. Almost naked as she knelt, she attracted the eye of all the boys. Soon all the girls had done the same. Eager to amuse the boys and knowing how much they would enjoy it, they danced around while two or three others were busy torturing Elizabeth and Sarah. The display of their nearly naked tan bodies along with the writhing woman's cries and shrieks had a powerful effect on the watching boys. For a long time the girls would giggle about "The dance that kept braves firm."

When the girls had finished their dancing and tortures, dresses were gathered and everyone wandered away. Chiwotwes lifted the young girl from her lap and arose. Walking to Sarah and Elizabeth she looked down at them. They were exhausted, sweating, and gasping for breath. Both had their heads down, but sensing her presence, they looked up. Both spoke the same words almost in unison.

"Please kill us."

"I dare not kill you. If I should do your biding I would not become Seneca," Chiwotwes replied. "I desire that much. This night I will turn my hand upon you and give you hurt. It will give me pleasure to do this." Having spoken, Chiwotwes turned and walked away.

Soon several women arrived with water to refresh and wash the women, and tie them so that they were still secure, but could rest more comfortably. After that they were left alone until an hour before the sun was to set behind the western hills. A young woman walked by carrying wood and limbs she had gathered. Dropping her burden nearby, she approached the women speaking in Seneca and pointing toward the sun. She tried several times to convey something to them but was unable to until Makaya approached. After they spoke for a few seconds Makaya turned to Sarah and Elizabeth. After looking at them for a few seconds she smiled and spoke kindly to them.

"Watch the sun. When it touches the earth we will start a frolic. We will play with you and make you much hurt. You will give us much pleasure long into night. Rest now and gain your strength. You will dance hard and sing loud for us. Watch the sun."

As Makaya walked away Sarah quietly said, "We got bout an hour before they torture us again."

Elizabeth's only reply was; "I wonder what they will do to us this time. They haven't come close to killin us yet." Sarah was silent.

As the sun slowly set both women watched it with growing terror. They struggled and pulled on the straps, twisting their hands back and forth but made no progress in freeing them. The village watched the sun set also, but with growing excitement. Finally, just as the red sun touched the top of the trees a drum began beating and a shout went up from the village. In seconds strong hands were holding Sarah and Elizabeth while other hands worked at the knots, untying them. Both Elizabeth and Sarah began screaming and fighting in terror. They were dragged, kicking and yelling not to be tortured and hurt to the center of the village where one end of a strong leather strap hung from an overhead limb while the other hung down to the ground. They were forced to sit and both tried to cover themselves the best that they could from the view of four hundred eyes. Eyes hungry to see their naked bodies writhing wildly in fear and pain. Two small leather bags, their mouths tied shut were placed on the ground in front of them. A warrior pointed to them and said only two words.

"Take one."

Elizabeth cautiously reached out and took one. Sarah hesitated until she was kicked lightly by the warrior and again the order "Take," was repeated. She picked the bag up slowly. The warrior then spoke again.

"Open."

Sarah and Elizabeth slowly opened their bags. A small white stone fell into Sarah's hand. A black one dropped from Elizabeth's bag. A shout went up from the crowd and at once Sarah had her hands and feet tied together by several excited women. Elizabeth was yanked to her feet by warriors and pulled screaming toward the hanging strap. Her hands were tied securely together with one end of the strap. The other end was pulled, raising her hands just above her head, and then it was tied to the trunk of a tree holding them there. Elizabeth twisted and yanked on the strap, turning this way and that, looking at the crowd surrounding her. Totally exposed and free except for her hands, she was illuminated by the last soft rays of sunlight. It revealed the contours of her breasts and body, and her blond hair falling down around her. They saw the fear in her eyes and heard her cries. "Please stop. Don't torture me. Please," and it excited them even more. They knew that they were going to enjoy a long night of torture and the pleasures it offered. Sarah sat on the ground nearby with a full view of Elizabeth. She held her head down and wept.

The warrior Swift Arrow approached with a large number of long sticks in his hands and laid them in a pile near a fire. The end of some had been wrapped with a strip of cloth that had been soaked in melted tallow and once had been part of Sarah's dress. Others had a short length of cotton rope tied on to the end. The rope had been brought with the things looted from the Forty Foot camp. Choosing a stick with a piece of cloth tied on the end, Swift Arrow held it in the fire until caught and burned with a yellow smokey flame. As Swift Arrow approached with his flaming stick, Elizabeth pulled away as far as she could. Her terror took over and she began to pull and yank on the strap binding her hands. Squirming in fear she began screaming with increasing volume until her cries echoed from the hills.

"Don't burn me! Don't burn me! No! No! Don't burn me! Please have mercy! Don't burn me! No! Don't burn me!"

Swift Arrow jabbed the flame at Elizabeth and she responded by screaming loudly and yanking away, wildly twisting and writhing. Swift Arrow jabbed over and over at different parts of her naked body, never touching her but making her scream and fight for the delight of the crowd. Several times he jabbed and held the stick very close to her breast so that the flame touched her. Elizabeth screamed loudly while twisting and shaking her breasts making them bounce and jiggle. The crowd yelled their approval. They had gathered for a frolic, and to watch the slow torture of the two beautiful white women. They were not disappointed by the way the evening was starting. Swift Arrow continued this torment until his stick burned out. Three more warriors, one at a time, picked up a stick and after setting it aflame, continued the torment. The fifth to pick up a stick, and the first woman to do so was Chiwotwes. She approached Elizabeth holding her stick in both hands. As she jabbed quickly with the flame, Elizabeth responded with the same struggles and screams as she had with the warriors. A savage smile filled Chiwotwes' face. All watching could easily tell that even though she was a white woman, she was enjoying what she was doing. Then one jab placed the flame low and in front of Elizabeth's legs. Elizabeth jumped back as far as she could with her legs spread, but Chiwotwes quickly jabbed again, higher this time, making the flame envelope Elizabeth's vagina. Elizabeth shrieked, falling forward, shaking her hips and kicking her legs wildly. The crowd again yelled their approval. A small thin cloud of smoke remained around Elizabeth for a few seconds as she fought and writhed, then drifted away. Those seated near by smelled the burned hair. Several more times Chiwotwes lightly burned Elizabeth on her legs and breasts with flame before her stick faltered and went out. The fire had touched her only briefly so no harm other than pain and terror resulted.

Five more warriors and three women tormented Elizabeth with fire until half of the sticks with their ends wrapped in cloth had been used. Two warriors then approached Elizabeth. She hung from the strap, her chest heaving, exhausted, gasping for breath. They pulled her to her feet and used the points of their knives to work the knot in the leather strap lose. It had been pulled very tight by Elizabeth's struggles and as she ran about trying to escape the flaming sticks. Once free she was dragged to the side of the circle where her hands and feet were tied.

Four warriors grabbed Sarah and pulled her screaming into the circle. Her bonds were removed and then her hands tied to the strap the same way Elizabeth was. It was growing dark and four small bright fires were built around Sarah. The light illuminated the area and displayed Sarah's naked body. Like Elizabeth, she yanked on the strap tying her hands and turned in all directions, her eyes shining in fear as she hopelessly searched for some way of escape. She fully knew what was going to be done to her and this knowledge only heightened her fear. Soon a warrior approached with a flaming stick. It did not matter to the watching crowd that this slow torture was for the most part harmless. Seeing Sarah fighting to save herself, watching how she writhed and kicked, and listening to her screams was what they wanted. As the last of the sticks wrapped with cloth and tallow burned out, Sarah hung by her hands, exhausted and crying.

The warriors untied the strap and dragged Sarah to where Elizabeth was sitting bound. There her hands and feet were quickly bound and Elizabeth took her place at the end of the strap, hands tied and pulled up as before. A woman approached the pile of sticks with a rope tied on the end. Choosing one, she held the free end of the rope in the fire for a few seconds until it ignited and smoldered. It left a trail of smoke behind it as the woman walked slowly toward Elizabeth. The woman held the glowing end before Elizabeth's eyes and spoke in Seneca. There was an uproar of laughter from the watching crowd. Elizabeth pulled away as far as possible and as she did she saw the woman's eyes shining with delight. Quickly she jabbed the stick at Elizabeth and touched her with the smoldering end. Elizabeth shrieked and writhed from the pain of the burn. The woman circled around but Elizabeth turned with her trying to stay away as far as the strap would allow her. Again and again the woman touched her with the burning rope, here and there on Elizabeth's body. As she screamed and fought wildly the village yelled and laughed with delight. After a few minutes the woman again spoke in Seneca. Two more women picked up sticks and held the ropes tied to their ends in the fire. They joined Elizabeth's tormentor, each standing on a different side. Together the three woman began touching Elizabeth here and there with the smoldering ropes. Elizabeth responded with shrieks and wild writhing and twisting, kicking her legs and shaking her breasts with each burn. The village erupted with laughter and shouts of approval at this torture that had Elizabeth dancing wildly and squealing for their delight. They continued their slow torture until Elizabeth was exhausted and hung by her hands, gasping for breath and pleading for mercy. Her naked body was covered with hundreds of black marks. The ash of the burning ropes had stuck to the sweat giving the appearance of a bad burn, when in fact it only covered a minor burn and red mark.

Sarah took Elizabeth's place, delighting the crowd with screams as she was again tied to the strap. The torture continued with warriors and women taking turns surrounding her. Each used their simple instrument of torture to make Sarah amuse the village with her terror, struggles, and screams.

This torture went on for several hours until the last piece of rope burned out. It had been an exciting night and both women were exhausted to the point that they could barely stand. Their bodies were almost blackened with the ash and covered with dirt from the ground. As the watching crowd wandered away for the night, several woman approached Sarah and Elizabeth. Taking them to the stream they carefully washed them. Too exhausted to resist, they allowed the women to do as they pleased without saying a word to them, or each other. As they were taken back to the village Sarah and Elizabeth were taken to the central fire. where they warmed and dried themselves. One woman pointed to their bodies and said in broken English, "No great hurt you. Yet you give much sport."

Those standing guard laughed at the remark.

Elizabeth and Sarah looking closely in the fire light and saw their bodies covered with red marks and a great many tiny painful blisters. Both realized that this type of torture could go on for days, or weeks. In silence they were led to a lodge where they were given skin robes and tied in place for the night. In spite of their pain and fears, they both quickly fell asleep.

Throughout the following morning they were left alone except for being given food and water. After noon twenty three young warriors came racing through the village to Sarah and Elizabeth. They grabbed the two women and carried them, screaming, and still bound hand and foot into the forest. No one tried to stop them. A little way from the village they were dropped onto the ground and their hands and feet untied. They were held down with their arms pulled over their heads and their legs spread while stakes were driven into the ground. In a few minutes Elizabeth and Sarah were staked out and helpless. Once again they were convulsing with fear, straining on the leather straps that bound their hands and feet. They threw their heads left and right looking at the circle of young warriors surrounding them. The sight of the naked women securely tied and squirming before them was all the warriors needed. Very soon all had full hard erections. Some took their loin cloths off, while others turned theirs sideways. They were not looking to torture the women. None of these warriors had taken a wife yet and wanted to enjoy the pleasures these captives could provide. Since they were going to be put to death and the warriors and women were free to use them as they willed. A simple game decided who would be first to enjoy them. One by one as the game went on, each winning warrior picked either Sarah or Elizabeth to rape. After everyone was satisfied, some twice, they settled in for an enjoyable afternoon of slow torture.

Jabbing the helpless women with the points of their knives and sharpened sticks and watching them jerk and strain on the straps was quite entertaining to them. One amusement was to hold the points of their knives and sticks in a circle around, and very close to one of their breasts. Another warrior would then take a thin stick and whip the breast sharply. Instantly, Elizabeth and Sarah's bodies responded by jerking, forcing their breast into one side of the circle of points. This made them jerk away jabbing their breast on more points. It delighted the young warriors watching the women torture themselves by making their breasts bounce and jiggle in the circle of points. One warrior rounded the end of a stick with rough bark. He knelt between Sarah's legs and slowly forced it into her vagina, gently twisting it back and forth. She strained on the straps, twisting her body and kicking her legs as she screamed. After a short time the warrior pulled the stick out of Sarah, and repeated his torture on Elizabeth. She responded in the same way. Kicking, screaming, and writhing. In the village everyone smiled as they heard the cries and screams. The young warriors were having their fun, but with orders to bring the women back alive when they finished.

After several hours the young warriors carried two poles across their shoulders with Elizabeth and Sarah tied to them by their hands and feet. They were being carried like two animals taken by the hunters. They were left in the center of the village with one young warrior making the comment in Seneca.

"We bring you good meat. Fresh and alive. There is yet much life for us to enjoy."

Elizabeth and Sarah were again left alone for an hour. At last Elizabeth spoke.

"How much more can our bodies stand? Why don't they kill us and put an end to us?"

"They're playin with us just like William said," replied Sarah. "They may keep goin long as we got strength to fight and yell."

"They make their tortures a bit worse each night," Elizabeth said. "I feel those warriors today took us to pleasure their flesh more than to torture us."

Elizabeth was interrupted by a distant roll of thunder. Soon the sky grew dark and a chill wind suddenly blew. It felt good to the exhausted women. Again it thundered. Closer this time. The women were carried on their poles into a lodge just as the first large drops began to fall. They were untied from the poles and given food and water. Their hands and feet were tied and again were left alone. Through out the afternoon and into the night it rained. At last the rain passed and the last thunders died away in the distance. The moon, almost full came through the clouds and illuminated the village. The surrounding forest was full of the blackness of night except for the flashing of fireflies.

Makaya came to the women and untied their hands and feet. Pulling them to their feet she motioned for them to follow her. They did so slowly and painfully. A little way outside of the lodge, away from the soft babble of voices speaking Seneca Makaya stopped. Before then was an opening in the forest brightly illuminated by the moon. Fog crept up from the stream and lay in the valley hiding the ground.

"Sound travels far this night," Makaya said. "Hear the drums of Kikusgowlowa. The people are having a frolic with the man I gave them."

Sarah and Elizabeth listened and heard the sound of distant drums beating slow and steady. They stopped for a few seconds, then there was the faint, but unmistakable sound of a scream trilling in the night air. The sound froze Elizabeth and Sarah's heart. The drums started again and beat for more than a minute. Again they stopped and there was another wavering scream of agony. William was still alive and being slowly tortured even as they listened. Over and over, when the drum stopped it was followed by a scream. As they stood there, others joined them, listening to the far away sounds, talking and laughing quietly. In time Sarah and Elizabeth were taken back to the lodge for the rest of the night. They were tied in a sitting position to poles that supported the roof. They did not sleep. For hours they heard the screams until gradually, they faded out of hearing. Only then did they slip into a fitful rest.

The sun was up when Elizabeth awoke and stirred, testing the straps that bound her. Sarah was already awake. Women were busily going about their work talking quietly in Seneca. There was excitement in their voices. Often when they were talking they would look at Sarah and Elizabeth and sometimes laugh at what was said. There was something about their manor and the sparkle in the women's eyes that troubled the two bound women. Shortly several women approached with bowls of fresh cooked meat, corn, and beans. Sarah and Elizabeth had their hands untied so that they could eat. It had been many hours and the food was welcome. After they had finished their portions Makaya walked into the lodge. Standing between them she spoke.

"This day we make ready for a great frolic. You shall die and will no more see the sun rise in the sky. Your bodies are yet strong. Our warriors and braves have had much pleasure from them. And your naked flesh is still pleasing to their eyes. You have given all much delight. Your hard struggles and many cries have made our hearts light and filled our mouths with laughter. You will not die suddenly. You have yet much pleasure yet to give us. Burning coals and slow fire will roast your flesh. You will spend your last day in great hurt."

Elizabeth and Sarah were silent. All hope and will were crushed by Makaya's words. They sat there, heads down, silent in their own thoughts and fears, waiting for the final hours of torture. They did not wait long.

In less than an hour a number of warriors lead by Swift Arrow entered the lodge. Sarah and Elizabeth were quickly untied and pulled screaming into the light. The entire village was standing in a circle and they were being pulled toward it. The circle opened to let the warriors with their prey pass, then closed behind them. In the center of the circle were four stakes driven firmly into the ground. Elizabeth was taken to where two of them were, and Sarah was taken to the other two. The two women were forced screaming to the ground and held there on their backs. Their arms were held out to their sides toward the stakes and tied to them with leather straps. The rest of their naked bodies were free. A shout went up from the village as the warriors stood, leaving the women straining on the straps, working their legs, twisting back and forth, and looking wildly about in terror.

"What are you goin to do to me? Don't burn me! Don't burn me! Please! Don't burn me!" Sarah screamed.

"Please. No!" cried Elizabeth. Please! No! I'll will do anything! Anything! Please have mercy! I'll do anything! Please stop!"

The women's pleas and cries of fear caused a lot of excitement and laughter in the crowd. They knew even before the tortures began that the women would provide them with much amusement during their frolic. And they were not going to waste any of it by being merciful and killing their captives quickly.

After a few minutes Makaya stepped from the crowd carrying a long stick an inch in diameter in her hand. A steady stream of smoke trailed from its smoldering end. Makaya held the burning end up before her and blew the soft white ash away, making the coal glow red. Then, she gently jabbed the simple instrument of torture in the direction of Sarah's vagina. Sarah screamed in terror and kicked wildly with one of her legs trying to knock the burning end away. She managed to hit the stick with her foot and push the glowing coal away. A cheer went up from the crowd. The frolic and torture had begun. Slowly walking in a circle around Sarah, Makaya jabbed over and over with the burning stick at different parts of Sarah's body. Her feet, stomach, breasts, and legs were all targets. Each time Sarah screamed, kicking her legs and twisting her body trying to knock the burning coal away and protect herself. The crown laughed and yelled their approval of the entertainment. Finally, after several minutes, Makaya made a jab with the smoldering coal toward Sarah's vagina. Sarah again kicked wildly at the stick but missed it. The smoking coal touched the inside of her leg only for an instant two inches from her vagina. Sarah shrieked in agony and her whole body twisted and writhed in agony. She kicked her leg wildly about while heaving her hips up and down and from side to side. She threw her head back and forth screaming, spreading her long dark hair out on the ground around her. For some seconds she continued to scream and kick her leg trying to find some relief. A few who were watching off to one side of the circle smelled burned skin as the gentle wind blew in their direction. She began to cry out again to anyone who would listen.

"Please! No more! Don't burn me! Please stop! Don't burn me! Don't burn me! Please! Don't burn me!"

The watching crowd yelled and laughed at the noisome and violent spectacle before them. This was what they wanted to see and hear, and they were in no way disappointed. They feasted their eyes on her naked thrashing body, and let her screams fill their ears. No one thought of showing her mercy and ending her life quickly with a blow to the head from a tomahawk. Her thrashing body and screams promised them too much entertainment to kill her quickly.

Elizabeth had raised her head and saw Sarah kicking at the burning stick and twisting her body back and forth on the ground and listened to her cries of terror. She was not watching when the burning coal touched her leg. The horrible shriek she made was different than all the screams before it. It was louder and high pitched. It sounded like Sarah forced it out of her throat with all the strength she had. She knew that the coal had touched Sarah at last. Her shriek reminded her of the horrible screams she had heard at the forks of the Ohio when she watched the Delaware Indians torturing a French soldier to death by slowly burning him alive at the stake. The images of him kicking and writhing as he ran naked about the stake flooded her mind, and the echoes of his screams of agony and the Indians laughter seemed to still ring in her ears. She wondered how long they would spend burning her to death, and prayed that it would be much shorter than the four horrible hours the French soldier suffered. As these thoughts raced through Elizabeth's mind, Sarah was again kicking and screaming in terror. Elizabeth raised her head and looked again just in time to see Sarah kick at the smoldering stick in Makaya's hands. Her foot missed hitting the stick and the smoking end touched her right breast. Another high pitched shriek tore the air as Sarah thrashed wildly, straining on the straps, kicking her legs hard in all directions and shaking her breasts about. The crowd responded with more yells and dancing with joy. Elizabeth closed her eyes tight. She did not want to see any more. She knew that soon she would be enduring the same horrible slow torture and again prayed for a quick death. As she prayed Sarah screamed several more times before another horrible shriek rent the air. Sarah thrashed her left leg wildly about. There was a small fresh burn and smudge of ash on the calf of her leg. She again begged for mercy, pleading for someone to kill her.

Elizabeth smelled smoke and opened her eyes. She saw the smoking and smoldering end of the stick held in Makaya's hands. Terror took her as she knew that her torture was about to begin. Nearby Sarah lay slowly writhing, moving her shapely legs, and twisting her body, sobbing from the pain of three burns. Makaya slowly moved the burning coal down the length of Elizabeth's body until she playfully jabbed at her vagina. Elizabeth responded in the same way as Sarah, by screaming and kicking the stick away. Makaya slowly walked around Elizabeth, gently jabbing again and again until Elizabeth missed kicking the stick away with her foot. The burning end stabbed down into Elizabeth's abdomen, touching her for an instant an inch above her vagina. Instantly searing pain beyond her imagination tore through her body and a long shriek erupted from her throat. Her body responded entirely on its own, wildly kicking and twisting. Elizabeth desperately yanked on the straps binding her hands in a hopeless attempt to escape and stop what was being to her. As the pain subsided she arched her back and rolled from side to side, shaking her pelvis and hips hard in all directions. After almost a minute she stopped writhing and groaning in agony, then the torture continued. Makaya burned Elizabeth on the side of her left breast, and on the front of her left leg.

After ten minutes of slow torture, Makaya was finished with both Sarah and Elizabeth, Swift Arrow was next with a fresh long stick taken from the fire. He took his time playing with the women, trying to touch and burn their nipples. Even though it was hopeless, the women tried to save themselves by twisting their bodies from side to side and shaking their full firm breasts hard, making them bounce and jiggle. To both him and everyone watching, it was a very exciting and enjoyable game that the women could not win. When Swift Arrow was finished, both of the women had several burns on both of their breasts. Swift Arrow was followed by many more warriors and women, each armed with a long smoldering stick. Chiwoatwes was one of them. Laughing as she tormented Sarah and Elizabeth, and touched them with the smoking coal. Touching them on the backs of their legs she had Sarah and Elizabeth kicking their legs high in the air. She enjoyed the torture, the shrieks, the kicking legs, twisting bodies and shaking breasts just as much as the rest. All in the village saw how Chiwoatwes tortured Sarah and Elizabeth without mercy and some of the older warriors and women talked quietly about it among themselves.

Each new warrior or woman circled Elizabeth and Sarah, picking out a few places on their naked bodies to burn. The crowd yelled their own favorite spots that they wanted to see touched with the smoldering stick. Slowly Sarah and Elizabeth were being covered with small but very painful burns. The eyes of all the surrounding crowd were eagerly glued to the spectacle before them. The warriors and braves enjoyed hearing the screams, and seeing their legs kicking wildly all about, their breasts jiggling and shaking, and their bodies twisting, writhing, and heaving up into the air. It was a very sexy thing for them to watch and it had a powerful effect on them. Some of the women sat beside their warriors. Reaching over they playfully took their warriors aroused flesh in their hand to rub and caress it, and giggled with delight when his seed soon squirted from him. The women saw the same violent show as the men. They took great pleasure not only in the knowledge that the men were enjoying the torture, but that the women were now dying very slowly in a most horrible way. Their thrashing, squealing bodies displayed the unspeakable agony they felt. These women had intended to harm one of their own, and a slow death by torture was the penalty.

After two hours and a great many burns the torture finally stopped. Elizabeth and Sarah were exhausted, sweating, their chests heaving as they gasped for breath. Mentally destroyed. They were little more than the helpless wild rabbits the children snared and played with just to see their terror, watch them struggle, and listen to their squeals. They no longer begged for mercy or death. They only felt some new searing pain and their bodies automatically reacted to it with screams and writhing. The fact that they were beautiful white women, naked, helpless, and being tortured just for amusement added greatly to the excitement and pleasure of the frolic. The eyes of all those watching shone with delight. The women dragged Sarah and Elizabeth to the stream to wash and cool their burned and blistered bodies. After some water and rest they were taken to the center of the village where the crowd had again gathered. They had just finished the midday feast and were ready for more entertainment.

It was then that Chiwoatwes approached Makaya and spoke with her for a short time. When she finished speaking, Makaya laughed and grabbed Chiwoatwes firmly by her shoulders. She spoke a few words in Seneca, obviously excited by something that was said. Chiwoatwes hurried off and Makaya picked four warriors. After talking to them a few seconds, they too hurried off after Chiwoatwes. As soon as the warriors were gone Makaya called the village together around her and spoke to them in Seneca.

"I come to you now with the words spoken in my ears by our white woman Chiwoatwes. She has served our people well for many moons and now asks for a small thing. She desires the white women that she might play with them. To make them give us sport in a new fashion that has come to her mind. I have given the women to Chiwoatwes, and four of our warriors will aid her."

Soon the four warriors returned with strong wood stakes in their hands which they drove firmly into the ground.

When the simple preparation were ready Elizabeth and Sarah were brought once again to the center of the village. Waiting for them were the four short wooden stakes. Two of the stakes were driven into the ground a foot apart, and nearby were two more stakes set firmly in the ground in the same manor. Elizabeth, and Sarah were taken to these stakes and forced to kneel in front of them. Their ankles were bound to the stakes tightly with leather straps. Sarah and Elizabeth knelt there, heads down waiting for what was going to happen next. Two warriors, one on each side, tightly grabbed Elizabeth's wrists. Holding her arms out to her sides they waited for a few minutes. Elizabeth looked ahead without really seeing anything until Chiwoatwes approached. In her hands was a short length of tree limb with an iron skillet tied onto the end. It was heaped full of coals taken from the fire. Smoke rose from the coals and swept around her as she approached. Elizabeth's eyes grew wide with terror and she began to cry out and struggle with the warriors as she approached. The warriors pulled and twisted Elizabeth's arms, forcing her to bend over until her upper body was parallel to the ground making her full and firm breasts hang down. Chiwoatwes slowly knelt before Elizabeth and held the pan of coals a few inches below her right breast. Elizabeth felt the intense heat and began to fight franticly, shaking her breasts, and making cries that soon became shrieks of pain. Those watching nearby jostled for the best position to watch her breast jiggle and bounce over the burning coals. To Elizabeth, it felt like a thousand white hot needles being forced into her tender flesh. For ten seconds Chiwoatwes held the pan under Elizabeth's breast before pulling it away. When the warriors pulled Elizabeth upright, Chiwoatwes used a wet piece of cloth that once was part of Sarah's dress to wipe and cool her breast. This was welcome relief before the torture was repeated on her left breast. As Chiwoatwes raised the pan of coals under Elizabeth's left breast she began to again cry out in terror.

"Don't roast me! Don't roast me! Please don't roast me!" she screamed until her squealing shrieks of pain again filled the air. Both of her breasts were burned over the coals many times. Each time Elizabeth delighted the village with her struggles with the warriors that held her, how she shook her breasts over the coals, and with her piercing shrieks. When Elizabeth's breasts were very red and beginning to blister, her torment stopped and the same torture began for Sarah.

After Sarah had both of her breasts burned over the coals many times, Chiwoatwes approached and knelt close before Elizabeth. She smiled as she drew her back knife out of its sheath and held it before Elizabeth's face. While the warriors held Elizabeth firmly between them, Chiwoatwes spoke in English.

"I now give you more hurt. I will not ease your death. Your cries and struggles pleasure me greatly."

Without another word, and with the casualness of skinning an animal, Chiwoatwes began to slowly scrape away the blistered skin on one of her breasts with the sharp edge of the blade. As she worked, she smiled and her eyes shone with savage excitement as Elizabeth shrieked and writhed in agony, throwing her head back and screaming toward the sky. Her whole body shook and twisted making it difficult for Chiwoatwes to perform her task. Neither she, or anyone in the village minded the interruptions caused by Elizabeth's struggling. This prolonged the torture, and provided even more amusement to which everyone laughed and shouted their approval.

When Chiwoatwes had finished skinning one of Elizabeth's breasts, she stood and motioned to Makaya to come. Makaya slowly walked over to Chiwoatwes. Chiwoatwes spoke a few words and joined those watching. Then Makaya knelt down before Elizabeth. She pushed her long hair around her shoulders so that it flowed down her back. She deliberately adjusted her doe skin dress so that the long slits up the sides revealed much of her shapely tan legs almost to her waist, delighting the watching warriors. Drawing her back knife she slowly began to scrap off the blistered skin of Elizabeth's other breast. She laughed with pleasure as she worked on the blistered flesh that shook and jiggled before her.

When Makaya finished skinning Elizabeth's breast, Sarah knew what was going to be done to her. This only heightened her terror. As Makaya stood she called to he a beautiful young woman. Kneeling before Sarah the woman also used the long slits in her dress to display her beautiful legs for the warriors enjoyment. Drawing her back knife she held the blade before Sarah's eyes for a few seconds to allow her terror to build. Sarah became frantic and began screaming, "No! No! Please! No!"

As the woman began scraping away the blistered skin, Sarah threw her head back shrieking in pain. The tendons stood out on her neck as her body quivered and writhed in the firm grip of the warriors. When she was finished another woman was called to skin Sarah's other breast with a similar response.

When this torture was over Sarah and Elizabeth hung quivering between the warriors holding them. Their heads were down before them, their voices hoarse from screaming, chests heaving as they gasped for breath, their strength gone. An old woman wearing a doe skin dress approached with a leather bag in her hand. As she walked the long fringe from the sleeves swayed gracefully beside her. Kneeling before Sarah she spoke in Seneca.

"My daughter. You have given us two good and fresh pieces of meat. They must have salt on them when they are roasted with fire. Here. I have salt. Let me salt them for you."

Reaching into her bag the woman took out a handful of coarse salt and rubbed it into Sarah's raw flesh. Instantly she threw her head back and shrieked in agony, her body convulsing and twisting even though the warriors tried to hold her steady. She repeated this torture on Elizabeth and got the same results. Screams and writhing from Elizabeth, and laughter and yells from the watching crowd.

For a time the torture stopped and the crowd returned to feasting on fresh meat and stew cooked over a fire. Several women tended to Sarah and Elizabeth giving them cool water mixed with the boiled sap from maple trees. The sweet mixture revived them and quenched their thirst. They poured water over Sarah and Elizabeth's sweating bodies to cool and gently wash them. As this was being done Elizabeth once more begged for the women to kill them.

"We kill you," one of the women said in broken English. "You die our way. You die slow. Much hurt long time. You squeal and wiggle much for us. Make sport for us. Give pleasure. We kill you slow. That our way."

Wood was piled here and there around the poles that stood in the center of the village, but back away from them. A women was busy nearby splitting pieces of pitch pine wood from a small log with a belt ax while several others were taking the pieces and splitting off thin slivers from them with their knives. The slivers were a little over an eighth of an inch in diameter, four inches long and sharpened to a point on one end. Several hundred of them were already piled between them. One woman held up one and tested the point with her finger.

"This stick will taste white flesh," she said in Seneca. "I will keep it. It will make her wiggle and squeal for us."

The rest who were making slivers with her laughed at her words. The woman placed the sliver in her knife sheath and quickly made and pointed the next one. The rest with her picked up a sliver and placed them in their knife sheaths as she had done. Then they all went back to work making slivers, and talking excitedly about how Sarah and Elizabeth would react to the planned torture that was soon to start.

The women who had refreshed and washed Sarah and Elizabeth lead them to the poles where the wood was piled and the slivers were being made. They walked slow from the pain they were in, and were not hurried along. Reaching the circle of poles they saw a number of leather straps piled between them. Warriors quickly took Sarah by her arms and pulled her to two of the poles. She cried in pain as they stretched her arms over her head and tied each of them to a pole. Then the warriors tied each of her ankles tightly to a pole. With her legs spread and tied in place, Sarah was now suspended by her arms a few inches off the ground. Elizabeth was quickly taken to two other poles by warriors. She was tied in the same manor, facing Sarah, suspended and stretched tightly in a spread eagle position. Naked, totally exposed, and almost motionless, the women were helpless and ready for their final torture.

Soon the village had gathered around to watch. Makaya picked up a sliver and walked slowly to Sarah.

"I will now begin your death white woman," she said in English. "You have begged often for death. Now I give it you. Enjoy your death to its fullest."

Kneeling down Makaya put the point of the sliver on the front of Sarah's leg and slowly pushed it an inch into her flesh with a twisting motion. Sarah threw her head back and screamed in agony, her body twitching and straining from the pain. Taking a burning stick from the fire, Makaya ignited the end of the pitch pine sliver. It quickly flared up with a smoky yellow flame. Sarah, realizing that she was going to be burnt, shook her leg as hard as she could trying to put the flame out. Tied tightly, she could only move a little, not nearly enough to put out the flame that was fueled by the natural pitch in the wood sliver. For almost a minute the sliver burned. As the flame grew closer to Sarah's leg, Sarah became frantic, shaking ever faster and screaming with a voice that was failing. When the flame finally reached her leg, Sarah threw her head back and screamed toward the sky, every muscle in her body shaking and straining from the pain. For ten seconds the stubborn flame burned her leg before it went out. Yells filled the valley as the excited crowd watched and enjoyed the savage entertainment. With growing terror Elizabeth watched the torture and how Sarah quivered, fought, and shrieked until a curl of smoke arose from her leg when the flame died out. Sarah hung there, head down, sobbing and gasping in agony. Elizabeth looked at the pile of hundreds of slivers between her and Sarah and knew that her death was many hours away. She held her head down, eyes closed tight, waiting helplessly for her torture to begin.

Sensing a presence, Elizabeth raised her head and saw Makaya before her. A sliver was in her hand and being held for Elizabeth to see.

"Now I burn you," Makaya said in English as she knelt down.

With deliberate slowness Makaya forced the sliver into Elizabeth's leg. The end of the sliver was set on fire and burned down until it reached tender living flesh and finally went out. Elizabeth's body responded with shaking, straining on the straps, and with hoarse squealing screams as Sarah had done.

When she stopped and hung there, twitching and writhing slowly, Makaya addressed the surrounding crowd in Seneca.

"I now give you these women to kill. My revenge upon them is now full. Play with them. Burn them. Burn them slowly. Burn their feet and legs. Then burn the flesh of their bodies. Take pleasure in their great hurt until they are roasted and dead. They desire death. Give them death. Long keep them alive and show no mercy. Make them feel their death long into the darkness of night."

Makaya ended her short speech with a yell that was answered by a great yell from all in the village. One by one warriors, women, and children took a sliver from the pile and forced it into the skin and soft flesh of Elizabeth and Sarah's feet so that it stood erect. Each sliver was set on fire and allowed to burn down until the flame reached them causing unimaginable pain. Sarah and Elizabeth's voices were soon completely gone, but they continued to try to scream and shriek with what croaking sounds and grunts they could make. Their bodies responded to the slivers and fire in the only way they could. Throwing their heads around, quivering and shaking, and straining on the straps, their muscles and tendons clearly visible. All of this delighted the crowd as they burned the women's feet, then slowly worked their way up their legs and bodies.

One warrior soon forced a sliver into Elizabeth's breast and ignited it. Elizabeth quickly blew it out, but it was set on fire again. Elizabeth blew it out a second time. The warrior took a leather strap and tied one end to a stick an inch in diameter, then forced the stick into Elizabeth's mouth crosswise. The strap was pulled around the back of her neck, and then the other end was tied to the other end of the stick. With her mouth held open, Elizabeth was unable to blow the flame out for the third time even though she tried with all her strength. When the stick was again set on fire she delighted the village in the way she made her breasts shake and bounce. Especially when the flame reached her. A second stick was tied in Sarah's mouth and soon she too felt the pain of a pointed stick and the fire it brought to her breasts.

Throughout the afternoon and evening the torture slowly continued, stopping from time to give the women some rest. The women forced them to drink water mixed with boiled maple tree sap. They knew that the sweet liquid would refresh and strengthen Elizabeth and Sarah so that they could endure even more torture. Several hours after night fall, more than two hundred slivers had been forced into each of the women and set on fire. They were burned from their feet to their necks, front and back, but they were still alive. Their strength was failing and they were becoming less responsive to the sharpened slivers and small flames. A warrior brought a flaming firebrand and as he danced around the women, he held it to their legs for several seconds at a time. This new torture caused them to shake and twitch renewing the excitement of the village. More warriors and women joined in the dance, each with a flaming or smoldering stick that was held to Elizabeth and Sarah's legs, hips, and lower body. An older woman stopped this torture for a few minutes until Elizabeth and Sarah's long hair could be pulled together and wrapped with a thin leather cord. Then she gave orders to continue the frolic but not to burn their hair. For over an hour the women were slowly burned with fire and coals, here and there, until they were very weak and seemed to be beyond feeling any more pain. They hung there by their arms, scarcely moving, even when they were burned. The warriors talked together for a minute, then they began gathering armloads of dry sticks, small limbs, and wood. This was piled below the women and set on fire. As the flames rose beneath them, Sarah and Elizabeth squirmed and threw their heads around in a final display of their agony. After ten minutes over the slowly growing flames, first Sarah's, then Elizabeth's head dropped down toward their chest and their bodies became still. In a few more minutes their torture was finally ended by death.

Makaya finished rinsing off the last of the fine sand and pebbles that she had used to scour her beautiful tan body. Standing naked in the knee deep water she gathered her long dark hair together and pulled it around till it hung down over her right breast. Water from her hair trickled over the front of her hip and down her strong shapely leg. Makaya stood for a minute watching a number of brightly colored leaves float by. It was fall and there was a coolness in the breeze that made her shiver. Turning, she stepped from the river up onto the large flat rock. As she did this, she thought back only two moons to the time when three white men had taken her from this very place. Much had happened since then. Sitting on the rock were Chiwoatwes and three of Makaya's friends, Akawi, Kinoka, and Natosi from the near by village of Kikusgowlowa. Lying on the rock between them was a neatly folded doeskin robe and a wedding dress, moccasins, a beaded belt, a back knife and its beaded sheath, and a medicine bag. On top of all was a single eagle feather.

Makaya squeezed what water she could from her hair then picked up the robe and wrapped it around her shoulders. She pulled her damp hair around to the side and let it fall down her back. As she sat down, Chiwoatwes and Kinoka knelt behind her and took combs made of bone from their own medicine bags tied to their belts. They began combing Makaya's hair straightening and drying it. Natosi and Akawi sat before Makaya talking and laughing with her.

"Many great warriors desired to take you for a wife," Akawi said. "Swift Arrow is very fortunate you shall be his."

"He is a good warrior," Makaya said. "He lead the war party that brought me here again from far away. He is a good hunter too. I will have much meat and many skins in our lodge."

For a minute the five women were silent. Makaya sat still, eyes closed, listening to the leaves rustle in the wind, smelling the scent of fall in the air, and enjoying the attention of having her hair combed. Without opening her eyes she asked, "Did the white man I sent to your village sing and dance for you?"

"Yes. He was very happy to sing loud and dance very hard for us when we put slow fire to his flesh," replied Natosi making all five women laugh.

"Our warriors gave the white man to us for play. We made him give our village much sport before we killed him. He squealed and fought long for our amusement. He made us laugh much," said Kimoka.

"We killed him on the fifth day," said Natosi. "We tied him between two trees. Then we touched his man flesh with small coals."

"He did not like that," said Kimoka making the women laugh.

"Then we made small cuts in his lower man flesh," said Akawi. "We squeezed out his round things and left them on their cords."

"He did not like that," said Kimoka again causing the women to laugh.

"Then Kimoka brought a hot piece of iron. She held it under him so his round things touched it," said Akawi. "That made him squeal loud and wiggle fast. He made his round things dance up and down on the hot iron for us.

"He did not like that either," said Kimoka. "He was a very hard man to please. He did not like anything we did to him." They all laughed at her remark.

"We touched his man flesh with coals until it was gone. That took a long time," said Natosi. "He screamed and shook his man flesh for us. This made us laugh much."

"When his man flesh was gone we tied him to a stake," said Akawi. "We danced around him touching him with fire brands. He ran about the stake screaming and kicking. We did this until he was dead. It took a long time for him to die."

"We burned him in our fire until only his bones remained," said Kimoka. "We crushed them to powder and threw them where we grow corn."

"I am glad you caused the man great hurt. It makes my heart glad to know this. He was a bad man," said Makaya, smiling.

"Swift Arrow told us how your village had much pleasure from the white women," said Natosi.

"They also died very slow and with great hurt," said Chiwoatwes. "We had much pleasure from them."

"Our warriors took great pleasure from the women," said Makaya. "They enjoyed giving them hurt and watching their naked bodies fight and squirm and they made many screams. They were strong and endured much hurt before they died.

"Swift Arrow told us how he enjoyed binding them. Watching their naked flesh fight and wiggle and hearing their cries when he gave them hurt pleased him greatly," said Kimoka. "He greatly desires to bind another woman to have sport of her. His eyes shine with excitement when he speaks of it.

"I think all warriors desire to bind a woman for play with their naked flesh," laughed Chiwoatwes. I saw the pleasure they had with the white women."

"Do you fear that Swift Arrow will bind you and use you for sport?" asked Akawi. "I heard he has fashioned four stakes and has talked of binding you naked hand and foot to them."

"I do not fear what Swift Arrow may do to me," said Makaya. "He saved me from death by the hand of white men and I will soon be his. If he desires to bind me to stakes to have sport from my flesh, I will gladly let him. My desire is to give him great pleasure." Makaya stood and let the robe fall from her shoulders. Turning to face her friends with a smile and a twinkle in her eye she said, "Who is to say that I will be the one bound hand and foot to the stakes and not Swift Arrow. I greatly enjoy binding men and watching them fight and wiggle as I play with their naked flesh and make them give me sport."

They all laughed and began helping Makaya put on her wedding dress made of doeskin bleached white. There was long fringe hanging down from the sleeves and short fringe around the bottom. Makaya's back knife in its beaded sheath, and medicine bad were put on with her belt. Her new moccasins were pulled on and lashed in place. Chiwoatwes tied the eagle feather into Makaya's hair where it hung down over her right ear. Opening her medicine bag Makaya took out four scalp locks and tied them in place over her right hip.

"You do not have all of the scalps," Kimoka said.

"No. I do not have one from the man I sent to your village," replied Makaya.

Opening her own medicine bag, Kimoka took out a scalp lock and began tying it on to Makaya's belt beside the other four.

"Here is a present for you," Kimoka said. "We have brought one for you."

As soon as the scalp lock was tied in place Makaya hugged her three friends from Kikusgowlowa and thanked them for thinking of saving it for her. Lastly Makaya reached into her medicine bag and took out a round gold colored object strung on a leather cord and held it flat in her hand. Chiwoatwes, Kimoka, Akawi, and Natosi gathered around closely to look at this strange object. Makaya opened the lid and inside they saw an arrow and strange markings. The arrow swung back and forth then settled pointing in one direction.

"What is it?" asked Akawi.

"I do not know," said Makaya. "I took it from the man I sent to your village. See the warriors arrow. It always points to the land of winter snows."

Turning slowly in a circle Makaya showed them that the arrow did indeed continue to point to the north.

Turning to face in the direction the arrow pointed Makaya continued. "When I look to where the arrow points I know the land of heat is behind me." Pointing to her right she said, "The land of the rising sun is there," and pointing to her left said, "And the land of the setting sun is there. I can know this even in the dark of night."

The four women were amazed by the brass object, each turning it over in their hands and testing it to see if it did in fact do what they were told. Satisfied, they returned it to Makaya and she tied it around her neck so that it hung down just above and between her breasts.

As Makaya's four friends were looking her over to see that all was in place, a slight snap of a breaking stick under a foot alerted them. Turning quickly they saw Makaya's father Strong Wolf walking toward them. Stopping before Makaya he stared for a few seconds, seemingly at a loss for words. Then he spoke softly with his hands on her shoulders.

"Makaya. I have yet one thing I will do as your father before you become wife to Swift Arrow. You will no longer be called Makaya meaning Morning Star. You will be now known to all as Shenango. Beautiful One."

Shenango smiled at her father, then hugged him. "It will be so father," she said.

"Swift Arrow is waiting for you. If all is ready you should come soon," said Strong Wolf.

"All is ready father," Shenango replied.

With that Strong Wolf started toward the village followed by Shenango and her friends.