Trouble on the Frontier

Postby daiton68 » Wed Jan 16, 2013 7:31 pm

New York Colony 1758

It was a brisk fall day and the wind was wisking the coulored leaves from hardwoods by the score. It would not be long until they would be bare waiting the arrival of the first snow. Fourteen year old Mary Howland stood on a rock overlooking a valley that she had never seen. She had been out picking wild berries when something had spooked her pony, Gold, and he had darted off leaving her alone. She had gone looking for Gold but was now hopelessly lost. That had been three hours earlier. The temperature was dropping fast and it would be dark in a few hours. She was lightly clothed in her light blue dress with only a gown and a cape to keep the chill off. She shuddered involuntarily and decided to work her way down into the valley to see if she could find some sort of settlement. She made her way down the hill and found herself in a small meadow. The clouds had darkened and there was now a light mist in the air. If she did not find a place of refuge before it got dark she would be in big trouble.

Mary ate a handfull of the berries that she had placed in a small satchel. She sat down on a log and was about to reach into her satchel for another handfull when she saw her. Standing in the tree line only about 100 metres away was a girl. She was an indian girl who had obviously been following her. Mary had heard some branches crackling a short time earlier, but passed it off as being a deer. Now here she was confronting a possible hostile. The English were at war with the French and their indian allies. She shook her head. She had been a fool to go off into the woods by herself. The indian squaw approached the English girl. She was about Mary's age dressed in a dearskin and moccasins. She had long straight dark hair and was wearing a string of colored beads around her neck. The indian girl sized up the English girl. Mary was a pale, slender girl, about her own size with fiery red hair. She had never seen hair like this and she felt compelled to touch it. Mary watched her advance, and felt a sickening knot in her stomach. She held out her two hands in front of her in an attempt to stop her. The squaw understood her and she stopped.

"Do..do you speak English?" Mary asked nervously.

The raven haired girl had a puzzled look on her face.

"English?" the squaw asked. She shook her head as if she did not understand.

The squaw made a motion with her hands, holding them out in front of her. Mary was unsure of her intent but she assumed correctly that the girl wanted her to hold her hands out as she herself was doing. The squaw examined the palms of Mary's hands and then produced a long piece of rawhide from her belt. Mary swallowed hard. She was going to be tied up! The indian girl reached for her wrists, but Mary pulled them back.

"No! Please...you'll not tie me..."

The squaw looked perplexed.

Mary started to back away from her would be captor. The young squaw, however, advanced menacingly with the rawhide in her hand and soon had Mary backed up against an outcrop of boulders. Mary saw that it was no use and began to panic as the the determined squaw gathered her slender wrists and began turning the rawhide around them until they were firmly bound.

"please...what are you going to do to me?..."

With a swift tug the indian girl led her captive into the trees. Mary found it hard to keep up with the squaw and stumbled a few times. Her captor simply tugged on the rope, and Mary was forced back to her feet where they once again made their way deeper into the forest.

Re: Trouble on the Frontier

Postby Zandor » Wed Jan 16, 2013 7:33 pm

Please continue!
You are q immortal

Re: Trouble on the Frontier

Postby Blaise » Thu Jan 17, 2013 2:17 am

Excellent!

Re: Trouble on the Frontier

Postby daiton68 » Thu Jan 17, 2013 7:38 pm

Part 2

Mary was in a state of shock. She had know idea where the young squaw was taking her, but they had been moving farther and farther into the forest, hence, probably farther from her home. After about a half hour the squaw brought her captive into a outcrop of large boulders. One of them jutted out a few feet over the two girls heads making for a natural shelter against the harsh elements. Mary was cold, wet and miserable. She never should have left the comfort of her home where her mother and two sisters were probably anxiously awaiting her return. Her father had joined the garrison at Fort William Henry leaving the homestead in charge of Mary's mother and her 15 year old cousin, Richard. The indian girl motioned for Mary to sit on the ground next to a small sapling that was attempting to grow up from under the overhang. She lashed the other end of the rawhide around the base of the tree and walked back into the forest. Mary watched her disappear and wondered what the young maiden had in store for her. She had heard of the Huron's kidnapping people and adopting them as members of their tribe to replace family members that had died. Was this the young squaws intent? She tested her bonds, but her hands had been tied tightly. However, they were tied in front of her, and Mary quickly determined that she might be able to unloosen the rope from around the tree, and make her escape. She worked her way over to the sapling and attempted to work the knot free, but the indian girl had tied it very well, still, with a little time she might be able to work it free. A few minutes later she heard a rustling sound in front of her, and to her chagrin she found that the squaw had returned with some small branches which she set down under the overhang. Mary said nothing, and the indian girl did not even seem to notice her. Within a few minutes she had a fire blazing.
Mary attempted to move closer to the fire, and the indian girl noticing her discomfort untied the rawhide from the sapling and motioned her red headed captive to move closer. Mary huddled closer to the fire holding her bound hands in front of it feeling the warmth. Although she was grateful for the fire, the discomfort of the rawhide binding her slender wrists needed to be addressed. She held her bound hands out in front of her toward the the other girl.

"I know you don't speak English...but can you please untie me?"

The maiden's countenance was hard, and she was unmoved by her captives request. Mary sat back against the wall of the overhang. She watched the indian girl add sticks to the flames. What should she have done? She should have resisted her captivity. After all the girl was not armed. Why did she let herself be bound. She had been scared, but she might have been able to run from the girl or even fight her. She sized her captor up. They were about the same size, but she noticed that the indian girl was perhaps a bit more muscular. There was no way that she would have been able to match her strength. Inevitably she would have been bound anyway, maybe even killed.

It was still light, but gloomy, and the rain was now coming down in torrents. Mary noticed the squaw looking at her and she decided to try and speak to her again, only this time in sign language. She showed her bound hands and made an attempt to relate her discomfort. The girl seemed to understand and moved over to where her prisoner sat. Mary smiled at her, in an attempt to show friendship.

"Hands?" the squaw said in perfect English.

Mary was stunned.

"You speak English!"

"English" the girl repeated. Obviously she knew only a few words or phrases. Taking hold of Mary's wrists she loosened the knots and soon Mary was free of her bonds. As Mary rubbed her wrists the indian girl looked her captive over. Her gaze fell on the English girls tall leather boots which were laced up tight. She started to take the liberty of fumbling with the laces when Mary pushed her hands away.

"No...My boots!" Mary said clearly agitated.

The squaw looked perturbed, and pointed to herself

"My!" she said. "Me! French call me Ligoteur!

Mary had to make a decision. She could not let this girl take her boots. She was now free of her bonds. It was still daylight, and if she made an escape attempt she might be able to make it to the river that she had heard rumbling in the distance, and which she believed was the same one that led to her settlement. But could she outrun the the Huron? She decided to give it a try. As the dark haired girl attempted to unlace her left boot she brought it up with a swift kick that sent the indian girl tumbling backwards. Quickly, Mary got to her feet and started running toward the sound of the river. The chase was on. The indian girl, who Mary now understood who's name was Ligoteur had recovered from the booted kick to her face. She was now plenty angry with her former captive who had taken advantage of her kindness. Well, this time things would not be so pleasant for the English girl once she caught up to her.

The rain was now coming down in sheets. Mary stumbled through the brush, and made her way toward the river, the sound of which was getting much closer. Ligoteur, however, was in hot pursuit and correctly guessed the redhead's destination. She skirted around a stand of birch trees and found the trail she was looking for. She was at the river in no time at all, and simply waited for the tired redhead to appear from the brush. When she did, she came out onto the riverbank only 20 yards from where Ligoteur was hiding. Like a cat pouncing on it's prey Ligoteur was on top of Mary before she even knew what hit her. The two girls rolled down the bank with Ligoteur landing on top. Mary lashed out with her hands, but immediately felt the superior strength of her adversary who had her pinned to the ground in no time. For a minute the two girls kept their positions, both of them out of breath. Then with one swift movement Mary was hauled to her feet, Ligoteur keeping a firm grip on her left arm which was soon twisted behind her back. Ligoteur pushed Mary along up the trail and back to the rock outcrop where the fire was still blazing. Mary was defeated and she knew it. Whatever the indian girl wanted to do with her she was going to do and she was helpless to do anything about it. Ligoteur pushed her captive down by the fire. Mary was soak and wet, her red hair plastered to her forehead. She huddled next to the warm fire shivering from the cold. Ligoteur warmed her hands briefly, but she was hardened to the elements. She got up and walked over to a crack in the rock wall where she pulled out a small satchel and brought it back to the fire. Mary watched her captor as she pulled out some chestnuts and handed them to her prisoner, who eagerly devoured them. After Ligoteur had her share she reached back into the satchel and pulled out a long piece of rawhide. Mary shuddered involuntarily. She was going to be tied up again. She held up her wet hands making a pleading motion with her captor, but only recieved an icy stare in reply.

"Pl..please...you....you don't need to bind me. I promise I won't try to escape again."

Ligoteur sat crosslegged next to the fire carefully examining the rawhide that would soon keep the girl with the red hair secure from possible escape. After a few minutes she rose and approached her prisoner. Mary wimpered as she held out her hands in front of her, but Ligoteur had other designs. She motioned for Mary to lay down. Mary shook her head in denial, but Ligoteur became angry and mumbled something in the Huron tongue that was totally incomprehensible to the English girl. However, Mary reluctantly complied and lay face down on the cold earth. Ligoteur removed the Mary's wet cape and placed it next to the fire to dry. Mary felt a tear run down her cheek as her conquerer gathered her small hands and and tied them with the rawhide behind her back. Believing that she was done binding her Mary attempted to sit up, but was rudely pushed back on her stomach.

"My boots" Ligoteur said in a fierce dominant tone. Mary's feet were soon free of her wet boots which soon joined her cape next to the fire. Ligoteur then pulled off the slender girls black stockings which were soak and wet. Mary was now barefoot. Ligoteur went back to the bag and pulled out some more rawhide. With a long piece she bound her captives ankles tightly and then pulled her barefeet into the air. Mary was soon bound like a hog going to market. Ligoteur examined the pink soles of her prisoners feet and was pleased at what she saw. The redhead had small perfectly formed pale feet with slender toes. She had never tied a girl with red fiery hair before. Ligoteur thought back to her last prisoner, a small Mohawk girl perhaps a year or two younger than her who she had wrestled into the ropes only a fortnight earlier. She was pleased with her new trophy. As for Mary, the humiliated girl could only hope that she would be released from her bondage.

Re: Trouble on the Frontier

Postby Kyle » Thu Jan 17, 2013 8:12 pm

I'm pretty interested to see where this one goes. A historical tie-up...not the most common type of story on this site.

Re: Trouble on the Frontier

Postby bound-black-girl lover » Sat Jan 19, 2013 12:28 am

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Penny Edwards in "Pony Soldier" 1952 movie in which she is wearing a button-front, open-at-the-neck blouse ("YUM!") :oops:
and gagged with a STICK tied-between her teeth by her Indian captors! :twisted:

Re: Trouble on the Frontier

Postby bound-black-girl lover » Sat Jan 19, 2013 12:39 am


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Re: Trouble on the Frontier

Postby bound-black-girl lover » Sat Jan 19, 2013 12:53 am

I agree with Kyle and boundfan46!
MORE stories of the Indian maiden "wrestling" OTHER women (especially Native beauties) into captivity
and DON'T forget to GAG them to prevent out-cries to POTENTIAL rescuers!

Re: Trouble on the Frontier

Postby daiton68 » Sat Jan 19, 2013 2:53 pm

Great illustrations! I get the picture. Part 3 is on it's way. Not sure how far to go with this story, but I suppose I can keep it going!

Re: Trouble on the Frontier

Postby Chris12 » Sun Jan 20, 2013 8:11 am

You know, this is actually a very interesting setting for a story. Good job :big:

Re: Trouble on the Frontier

Postby daiton68 » Sun Jan 20, 2013 6:33 pm

Part 3

The rain abated somewhat and the dusk had turned to night. Ligoteur added sticks to the fire keeping the smoky blaze going. The shadow of the fire danced on the rock wall behind the two girls who absorbed it's nescessary warmth. One of the girls sat crosslegged next to it her dark hands held up toward it. She gazed intently into the fire, thinking, planning. She had taken off her wet moccassins and let them dry near the fire. The other girl lay on her stomach next to her. She had been thoroughly bound with rawhide cords. Mary Howland was no longer in control of events. The girl sitting next to her had made sure of that. The indian girl had totally dominated her. Since they had met only a short time earlier, Mary had been wrestled to the ground, had her arm wrenched behind her back almost to her shoulder blades, unceremoniously marched back to what was now her prison, and then had her hands and feet secured with cords. She gazed at her conquerer who sat passively staring into the flames. she tried to read her expressions, but the indian girl seemed stoic in her composure. She knew what she was doing, and had obviously done this before. It was only then that something dawned on her. Another girl had disappeared from her village only a month earlier. A thirteen year old girl named Rachel who had gone down to the grist mill for some bread and had vanished after taking a wooded trail back to her home. If this girl, Ligoteur, had captured Rachel, where was she? Mary thought about it. Rachel would have been no match for this girl, and would have probably ended up captured and bound like she was herself. Mary closed her eyes and tried to forget about it. She tested the cords that held her hands and feet together. She was going nowhere, until Ligoteur decided they were going somewhere. The cord that connected her hands and feet together was the worst. She attempted to gain some slack in the cord, but found that she could only wiggle her toes. Ligoteur watched her struggle and a mischievous angry look came across her face. She knelt down beside her captive and pulled on the cord that kept Mary hogtied. To Mary's horror she realized that she was tightening it, pulling the defeated girl's feet toward her neck causing her back to arch. Mary had heard of this. She was being bound neck and heels! She had seen a young thief tied this way after stealing a loaf of bread from a neighbor, but she was no thief!

"oh my word...p..please! you need not bind me so tight." Mary screamed.

Ligoteur immediately clamped one of her brown hands across her prisoners mouth stifling her protests.

"Shh!!! Shh!!"..."Ligoteur make you no talk!"

She held her hand across Mary's mouth for a good minute before letting go. Mary then watched her captor stand up and retrieve her bag. She was stunned to see her pull out more rawhide cords. Was it possible to be bound more tightly than she already was? The answer was...Yes. The first cord was wrapped around her thin arms near the shoulders forcing her arms back and up. Another one was unceremoniously wrapped around her knees, drawing them together. Mary attempted to roll over on her side to relieve some of the pressure as Ligoteur tested the knots, but the indian girl became angry and made it known to the helpless redhead that she wanted her to stay on her stomach. Mary started to say something else, but this time the stronger girl was ready for her and produced a small block of wood with two long pieces of rawhide tied around both ends. This was forced between her teeth and the two rawhide straps tied together at the nape of her slender neck. All verbal protests at her captivity were now rendered silent. The block of wood had gagged the proud young lady effectively and she was only able to make a few gurgling sounds. The indian girl stood up and observed her prize. Mary's pretty blue eyes were as wide as saucers.Ligoteur watched the defeated girl struggle for a while. Her small fingers attempting to reach a knot to loosen it, and her her little pink toes curling or twitching every now and then.

The indian girl walked off into the woods leaving her captive alone. Mary realized that struggling was useless. She was tied so tight that her body was in the shape of a bow. She looked over her shoulder and could see the soles of her feet only a few inches away. It was good that she was flexible. After about half the hour had passed, Ligoteur returned and much to Mary's relief began loosening the cords which had held her in tight bondage. The block of wood was removed from her mouth and soon the red head was cord free and rubbing the chafed skin on her ankles and wrists. Her captor placed all the cords and gag next to the fire and motioned toward them, and then pointed to the woods. Mary got the message. If she attempted escape again the rawhide cords would be put back on. Ligoteur even showed a little compassion, moving over to her captive and rubbing her feet to get the circulation moving again. The indian girl then cooked a rabbit over the fire, and shared the meat with her prisoner. Mary watched the dark skinned girl devour her meat while she herself took dainty little bites. Soon it was time to bed down for the night. Ligoteur motioned for Mary to come closer to her. The redhead reluctantly obeyed. She gathered her hands together in front of her and at first seemed reluctant to tie them. She then thought better of it and let go of Mary's right hand. Instead she took the redheads left arm and bent it back. Mary found herself once again on her stomach with her left arm twisted behind her back. Her right arm soon joined her left and then a piece of rawhide settled the matter. Ligoteur placed her cape over the bound girl and settled down next to her to sleep. Soon, both girls were dreaming.

Re: Trouble on the Frontier

Postby hafnermg » Sun Jan 20, 2013 10:35 pm

This is Great! I'm loving it!

Re: Trouble on the Frontier

Postby daiton68 » Wed Jan 23, 2013 3:27 pm

Part 4

Morning came fast and gloomy. The rain had stopped, but a dreary fog had filled the valley. The temperature was borderline freezing and the fire had dwindled to hot coals. Ligoteur had risen several times during the night to add fuel to the fire, and for the most part it had kept the two girls warm. Mary had had a restless night, snatching sleep in spurts. Her bare feet were cold. She had kept them warm most of the night by keeping them close to the fire. She sat up with some difficulty, her hands still bound behind her back. Ligoteur was still sleeping soundly. Should she wake her? She needed the warmth of the fire. She thought better of it, but decided to try and add some dry leaves and sticks and see if the hot coals would make a flame. She stood up and walked over to where the indian girl had gathered some wood. with some difficulty she was able to snatch a few good sized sticks with her bound hands and drop them on the fire. She then scooped up some dry leaves and with her back to the fire sat down and dropped them on top of the hot coals. She then squatted down and began blowing on the hot coals. To her surprise and great relief the leaves caught hold and soon the sticks followed. She did it! After adding some more wood, the young redhead sat down next to the blaze and held her cold feet near the flames. she felt instant relief. She saw her boots and stockings next to the fire and wished that she could put them on. With her hands bound behind her this was impossible, however, if she was able to free her hands somehow, she might be able to grab her boots, put them on and escape into the forest before Ligoteur awoke. She felt a little slack in the ropes and began to work on it. After a few minutes she had worked her hands free when to her horror she noticed Ligoteur rising from her cold bed and avancing toward her, a menacing look on her face. Mary backed up against the wall of the overhang expecting the worse.

Part 5
The young Mohawk girl known as Raindance sat next to a blazing fire only two miles west of where Ligoteur and Mary were now wrestling at Ligoteur's rock overhang, a contest, which the results of would be mentioned shortly. Raindance was a beautiful, petite young girl a year younger than Ligoteur with long straight black hair. The warriors of her people had courted her, but Raindance had not yet decided which to take for a husband. She was the daughter of an important chief in the Mohawk village. One of the warriors was named BraveEagle, and he had been chosen by Raindance's father to be the husband of her daughter. However, Raindance had a rival, who was none other than Ligoteur, the conquerer of Mary Howland. Although Ligoteur was a Huron, she had been captured by the Mohawks as a young child and adopted. Raindance had always despised the Huron girl even though they had had very little contact. Ligoteur was given her name by a French trader who had watched her fight another girl in the village when she was 8 years old. The other girl had insulted her and ended up paying the price by being wrestled to the ground and having her hands tied behind her back. Ligoteur had then paraded the defeated maiden around the village. Over the next few years Ligoteur's reputation as a fighter was unmatched. All of the girls had attempted to stay away from her. Raindance, however, was not intimidated by the Huron. The two girls would not speak to each other, and each would merely try to stare the other down. For the past year Ligoteur was obsessed with demolishing Raindance in a wrestling match and then tying her neck and heels. A few weeks before her encounter with Mary Howland, the rivalry between Ligoteur and Raindance finally came to a head. The two girls met inside of BraveEagle's domed smoke house. A crowd had gathered outside including BraveEagle anxiously awaiting the outcome of the fight that was raging inside. Only a few minutes elapsed before Ligoteur emerged leading Raindance by a long leather cord tied around her neck. The smaller girls hands had been bound tightly behind her back and her mouth had been gagged with the same block of wood that had prevented speech from Mary Howland. Raindance had been mortified. She was taken into a large circle of onlookers, placed on her stomach, and tied neck and heels. Ligoteur had removed the tied girls moccasins and hurled them into the crowd. Raindance had then spent the night bound and gagged in Ligoteur's warm house before her father managed to trade for her release in the morning. Raindance had been humiliated, and quickly secluded herself in her home until she could plot revenge. The time had now come, and she was ready to face the Huron girl once again, only this time on her terms with no one around. She knew where Ligoteur's camp was under the rock overhang. It was where she took her captives to wait for the traders. Lately she had started capturing girls from the English settlement. There was a chance now that she was there waiting with one of these captives. Raindance quickly put out the fire, placed her moccasins on her little feet, gathered her pack and headed toward Ligoteur's camp. She smiled, knowing that she had the element of surprise on her side.

Re: Trouble on the Frontier

Postby Rob66 » Thu Feb 07, 2013 3:51 am

I hope you'll continue this great story soon!

Re: Trouble on the Frontier

Postby daiton68 » Fri Feb 08, 2013 9:08 pm

Part 6

Raindance moved through the valley into the area of Ligoteur's camp as quietly as she could. Her padded moccasins stepping on rocks where she could in order to stifle the noise of the dead leaves which covered the earth. She climbed up a rocky ledge and was able to take a position where she could observe the Huron girl's camp. She could see the smoky campfire and next to it the tightly trussed up form of a girl. It is now time to relate the combat that took place between Ligoteur and Mary Howland only a short time before Raindance had found her way to where she now was. Mary had managed to unloosen her bonds, but just in time before Ligoteur noticed what was going on. Mary had then picked a large stick up and struck the Huron girl with it causing her to almost fall into the fire. Ligoteur was stunned and when she had recovered from the blow she faced the English girl and when she attempted to belt her with the stick again, the Huron grabbed it from her. Now weaponless, Mary attempted to wrestle the young Huron. It was the wrong thing to do. Ligoteur had the young English girl tied neck and heels within only a few minutes. The block of wood was replaced in her mouth, and to add a final touch she tied her big toes together with a piece of rawhide and pulled the rawhide forward lashing it to her thumbs. Raindance could not help feeling bad for the tied captive. She remembered the night that she had spent bound in Ligoteur's house. Well, that was then. This was a new day and Raindance was ready. She sat there for a few minutes watching the young english girl struggle in her bonds. Where was Ligoteur? This worried her. She heard a noise behind her and whirled around to see her nemesis standing only a few feet away grinning at her.

Ligoteur lunged, but the smaller girl sidestepped her foe and she fell headlong into a small depression in the ground. Raindance jumped on her back and the fight was on. Ligoteur attempted to gain the upper hand by throwing her opponent off of her, but Raindance was quickly back on her feet and got around behind the bigger girl and grabbed her around the neck forcing her backwards. The two girls rolled on the mossy earth and Raindance ended up on top and began slapping Ligoteur keeping the bigger girl's shoulders pinned to the ground with her knees. Ligoteur finally caught one of Raindance's slender wrists and with her greater strength forced the girl's arm down. This move surprised the Mohawk girl and she was bucked off landing in a heap next to Ligoteur who was soon straddling her and swinging away wildly with her hands. Raindance did a good job of covering the blows, but every now and then a punch would land. She tried to rise to her feet, but Ligoteur was relentless. Finally Ligoteur stood up and grabbed Raindance by the leg and tried dragging her across the ground. Raindance managed to kick herself free, and then attempted to get to her feet, but immediately felt a kick to her ribs that left her lying on the ground clutching her waist. Ligoteur stood over the beaten girl who was now attempting to crawl away. Once again a kick in the ribs caused the smaller girl to groan and clutch her mid section. Finally she made a gesture of surrender by waving her hands out in front of her.
In the Mohawk tongue she pleaded with Ligoteur "Don't kill me!" Please...bind me."
Ligoteur had no intention of killing Raindance who was sitting up with her back against a tree. Her long jet black hair flowing haphazardly over her narrow shoulders.
Pulling a long cord from around her belt she advanced menacingly toward the young Mohawk.

Re: Trouble on the Frontier

Postby bound-black-girl lover » Sat Feb 09, 2013 7:02 am

Love it when one (1) woman asks another:

"Please...bind me!"

Re: Trouble on the Frontier

Postby daiton68 » Thu Mar 07, 2013 8:56 am

Part 7

Ligoteur was waiting for the traders to arrive so that she could exchange her merchandise. The traders were suppose to have been there that morning, but often times they were a day or two late. The young Huron warrior princess would have to be patient. After all, she could enjoy the scenery around her. The morning was quiet except for the occasional moan that would escape from one of her captives heavily gagged mouths. She glanced over at the young tightly bound English girl who appeared to be sleeping. A few feet away lay her latest acquisition. Raindance was enduring some very tight bondage. Ligoteur had made sure that the defeated girl was totally immoble. Her hands were lashed behind her back with a thick leather cord. A long cord was tied around her ankles which were then pulled up and the other end tied around her neck and then wrapped back around her ankles causing her body to bow. It was Ligoteur's favorite way to keep a captive. Mary Howland was enduring the same treatment and Raindance was watching her fellow captive closely. Mary's half closed, watery eyes made contact with Raindance's. Of course niether captive could speak, so each became lost in their own wretched thoughts, and wondered what Ligoteur had in mind for them. Soon both girls had drifted off to sleep.

Ligoteur had a younger sister. Her name was Big Girl. At the age of 10 she was already as large as Ligoteur, but rather clumsy. Still, she was a strong girl and would have probably been able to wrestle down and bind the older Mary Howland if the two girls had met suddenly in the woods. She had learned the trade of prisoner swapping from Ligoteur. She had taken her first captive at the age of 8. Armed only with her wrestling skills and some rawhide cords she had staked out an English farmhouse on the outskirts of Albany. She had determined that the farmhouse only had women living there except for a teenage boy. The woman of the house was a widow in her late 30s. Besides the boy, who was often out hunting in the forest, there were three young girls. The oldest was perhaps 12, there was also a girl who might have been about 3 or 4. However, the one she targeted was a girl of about 8 or 9. She was a slender girl with a pale complexion and wavy brown hair and freckles. She watched this girl for a couple of days from an outcrop of rocks. Every morning after the sun had risen she would walk from her house out to a barn on the edge of the treeline carrying a tin pail with food for the goats. On the third day of her stakeout, Big Girl decided that she would creep down into the barn after the girl had entered. She would then confront the English girl, wrestle her down in the hay and bind her. It all worked according to plan. The quarry had offered stiff resistence, but Big Girl soon had the young girl's hands tied behind her back and her mouth gagged with a piece of rawhide which had been tied at the nape of her slender neck. She had marched her captive nearly 12 miles back to Ligoteur's camp where, arriving at around nightfall she had removed her prisoners shoes and stockings and tied the trembling captive neck and heels as Ligoteur had taught her.

Since that capture nearly two years earlier she had taken nearly two dozen captives including a full grown woman who she had managed to wrestle down and bind only a month earlier. Now here she was staking out another farmhouse. This time she would try something that she had not previously tried. She was going to try and capture a boy. The boy was about her age, a healthy, but scrawny looking youth with a shock of red hair. Big Girl had watched this boy for only a few hours, in fact, she had stumbled upon him quite by accident while leading another captive back to Ligoteur's camp which was still around 40 miles away. Big Girl had deposited this captive within the confines of a small crop of rocks. The captive was a young stringy delicate girl about 15 years old with long blond hair. She was perhaps a head taller than Big Girl, but had been completely dominated in their brief wrestling match. This unfortunate prisoner was now completely immobile. Big girl had forced the older girl onto her stomach and had trussed her up with thick pieces of rawhide drawing her long pale feet up towards the small of her back. Big Girl had captured the teenager as she was making a detour from her home to the church for Sunday services. She was dressed in her Sunday best, wearing a white dress with a bonnet. The bonnet was now being used as a gag to stifle any protests that the captive might make. Her buttoned shoes and stockings had been removed, and one of the white stockings was tied around her mouth to hold the bonnet firmly in place. Big Girl had almost took pity on the helpless girl who's terrified tear streaked face showed all the despondency of a person subjected to total defeat. The girl's name was Abby, a minister of the gospel's daughter. Big Girl was not sure how long that she would be gone therefore she had tied Abby with so many cords and leather thongs that when she was done with her handiwork the minister's daughter could only move her fingers and her long slender toes. "Now for the boy" Big Girl thought.

Re: Trouble on the Frontier

Postby Rob66 » Fri Mar 08, 2013 2:12 am

great to see this story's continuation!

Re: Trouble on the Frontier

Postby bound-black-girl lover » Fri Mar 15, 2013 5:33 am


Re: Trouble on the Frontier

Postby daiton68 » Fri Mar 29, 2013 5:37 pm

Part 8

Big Girl stood behind a large oak tree watching the young boy named Will. He was lying on his back on a big slab of rock overlooking a small pond. A fishing rod was propped between his legs, the line in between two of his toes on his left foot so that he could feel a fish bite on his bait. He was the same age as Big Girl, but she was a lot heavier. She was confident that she could wrestle him down and tie his hands and feet, but she would have to be careful. Big Girl emerged from behind the tree and young Will did not even notice her until she was almost standing over the boy. Startled, he sat up and dropped the fishing pole. He looked at her suspiciously.

"I didn't know anyone was there?" He said with a bit of a surprise in his voice. "you are an indian girl!"

Big Girl smiled. "English and Huron at war!" Big Girl said in broken English. "English boy prisoner of Huron girl!"

The slim red headed boy squinted at the would be captor. He noticed that she was holding a long piece of rawhide in her hands. He correctly asssumed that she wanted to use this to bind him.

"You speak English!" The surprised boy exclaimed.

Big Girl was no longer smiling. "I tie English boy tight. Now come!"

Will shook his head. "You want to tie me with that? "he said, pointing to the rawhide. "I'll not be made a prisoner. You go back to your people. I want no trouble with no indian girl!"

Big Girl now looked angry. She decided that she was going to take great pleasure tying this boy.

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Young Abby was terrified. She could not believe what had happened to her. She had been warned to stay away from the remote trails near the village, but never thought that she would actually be taken prisoner. She tested the bonds that held her captive, but Big Girl had been very thorough. The indian girl was very powerful and she never had a chance. Big Girl had chased her down a small hill and had easily caught the slender blonde. Before she could even protest Abby found herself chewing on her bonnet with her left arm cruelly twisted behind her back. Within five minutes of the ambush Big Girl was leading her much taller captive through the woods on a leash. Her hands tied tightly behind her. Now here she was, bound and gagged lying face down on the wet leaves of the forest floor. She moaned into her gag and tried loosening her hands and feet, but the rawhide would not budge. If she could somehow get loose she might be able to make her way through the forest back to her village. She had noted landmarks along the way. However, even if she did get loose she would be stalked by her captor who would easily tie her again if she was caught. For a while she lay still listening to the sounds of the forest. She would have to think quickly.

Re: Trouble on the Frontier

Postby bound-black-girl lover » Tue Apr 02, 2013 6:25 am


Re: Trouble on the Frontier

Postby daiton68 » Sat Jan 04, 2014 3:35 pm

Part 9

Ligoteur was having fun. Raindance had been released from her bonds only to have her slender left arm wrenched behind her back. The bigger girl walked her over to a tree and forced her down on her stomach where she tied her hands tightly behind her back with a cord. She then used a long piece of rawhide and tied one end around her ankles and the other end around a high tree branch. She then hoisted her up. Raindance found herself hanging upside down in the tree. She was then gagged with a piece of rawhide and left hanging. Mary Howland was still tied neck and heels. After Ligoteur had made Raindance as uncomfortable as possible she returned her attention to the the young red head. A few minutes later young Mary was hanging with Raindance. The two girls looked like two pieces of meat hanging out to dry.

"Ligoteur have fun with prisoners!"

"Oh dear god why are you doing this?" Mary asked.

As she was saying this she heard a rustling of leaves and smiled as she saw Big Girl leading a thin English captive into the Camp. It was the vicar's daughter Abby. The terrified teenager was being led on a leash that had been placed around her neck. Her hands bound tightly with a cord behind her back. She burst into tears when she saw the two girls hanging in the tree. Ligoteur found it humorous that the young blond was crying. Hastily she cut the two captives down. Raindance rolled over onto her stomach while Mary inched her way over to a tree and with a little difficulty due to her bonds managed to prop herself up against it. Ligoteur began chatting with her prodigy. Big Girl informed her mentor that she had attempted to kidnap a boy but the boy managed to outrun her. He was in all likelihood going to spread the word, but Big Girl was sure that she had not been followed. Ligoteur looked worried. She knew the capability of trackers and Big Girl had just led another young lady into the camp. There would be a search for her and the trackers knew where to start. Mary Howland had been lost, Ligoteur knew that and it would be impossible to follow her trail due to all of the rain wiping out any tracks. Ligoteur glanced over at the trembling girl that Big Girl had just brought into the camp and smiled.

"Poor girl...no tears" Ligoteur said in broken English kneeling down next to the trembling prisoner. She wiped away a tear that rolled down her cheek. Abby tried to move away but Ligoteur grabbed her long blond hair and pulled her head back. Abby cried out but Ligoteur covered her mouth with her bronzed hand.

"Shush!"

Abby's blue eyes were as wide as saucers.

"Big Girl make a good capture of you. Wrestle you down and tie you tight." Ligoteur whispered in the blonde girls ear.

Mary Howland was watching the scene and a rage boiled up within her.

"Why don't you leave her alone!"

Ligoteur turned toward the redhead and then motioned for Big Girl who was standing with her arms folded in front of the fire.

"Tie feet and neck!"

Mary immediately regretted her decision to become vocal as she realized that her punishment for doing so would be some very tight bondage.

She was tired of being tied up. Now here she was getting ready to be tied by a younger girl, although the girl looked very strong and sturdy and Mary feared that if she would one day have to tangle with her she would almost certainly be defeated and bound.

Big Girl looked menacing as she approached the redhead with a very long piece of rawhide. For a few seconds the two girls stared at one another. Big Girl with a look of menace and power, Mary looking defiant. Soon, however, Mary was facedown in the leaves. The younger girl had made short work of her. Once again Mary's bare feet were tightly tied and brought up to her neck so that her body was in an uncomfortable bow. Mary did not resist knowing that Big Girl or Ligoteur could be even rougher with her.

Ligoteur smiled and her attention went back to the young cowering blonde.

"P-please don't hurt me." Abby said softly. Ligoteur looked serious.

"No hurt. You prisoner of Big Girl" Ligoteur said in broken English pointing to the younger girl who was gagging Mary with a long piece of rawhide.

"She ties prisoners good." Ligoteur was fascinated with Abby's long blonde hair and ran her hardened fingers through it while the terrified girl watched her through a pair of huge blue doe like eyes. Ligoteur then went behind her and checked on her bound wrists. She noticed that her fingers were slightly purple.

"Please untie my hands. She tied them so tightly!" Abby said suddenly.

Ligoteur fumbled with the knots and soon the young teenager was rubbing her wrists.

Abby was now free from her bondage except for the leash that was still around her neck but Ligoteur soon removed that.

Big Girl was playing with the cord that connected Mary's hands and feet. Mary was moaning softly through her tight rawhide gag. When Big Girl was finished she stood up and turned her attention to the bound Indian maiden. Raindance had not moved. She still lay on her stomach. Her hands and feet still tied with cords. She was, however, not hogtied and Big Girl decided to fix that. When she had finished hogtying the older girl she turned her attention to young Abby. It was going to be a long evening for the three prisoners at Ligoteur's Camp.