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The concluding part of the story of the capture of two English virgins in an Apache raid. Obviously, this story will make more sense if you first read Parts 1 and 2 which can be found here - https://xhamster.com/stories/captured-part-1-994471 and here https://xhamster.com/stories/captured-part-2-998710
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It took over an hour to get their hair clean of the oil. Finally, as they stood inside the flap of the wikiup, Dahteste looked them over. Their blonde hair, tied in ponytails with braided leather thongs, contrasted with the dark brown of the suede dresses which were decorated with red and blue beads. Their moccasins had leather fringes and more beads. Dahteste nodded her approval. In fact, she was jealous of her brothers.
Through the walls of the wikiup, the girls could hear drums, singing and stamping of feet. Unseen by the girls, Dahteste had sent a signal. The beat of the drums increased significantly as Cocheta and Jacali raised the flap. Dahteste led them out. The girls were stunned by the scene before them. Maybe a thousand people filled the valley where dozens of fires were blazing, though the dust and smoke made it hard to see clearly.
All around groups were dancing in circles, stamping their feet, singing, trilling and whooping. On seeing the girls, the noise level increased dramatically. Many of the people were in ceremonial dress. Dahteste led them to a group who were standing on a small mound. Charlie recognised Gouyen, her husband who they later learned was called Juh, Itzachu, Biminak and their grandmother.
Itzachu and Biminak looked magnificent. Light from the fires reflected off their oiled and painted bodies and their arm muscles were wrapped with tight leather thongs. Each was wearing a headdress of eagle feathers. The group was joined from the right by Cocheta and Jacali. As Dahteste led them across, the crowd pressed closer, some of the women reaching out to gently touch their clothes and hair.
The drumming and noise died away as they stopped in front of the group. "Charlie, step forwards and kneel," said Dahteste.
Charlie had expected to be nervous but instead, she felt warm and safe. As Gouyen spoke, Dahteste translated. "Charlie, as well as your wedding day, this is also the day that you are reborn as a Chiricahua Apache. Your life in the white world is gone. You have always been Apache. We open our world and our hearts to you. You are reborn as Ela. Stand before Biminak."
The words were repeated before Becky who was reborn as Nalin and told to stand before Itzachu. Biminak was the first to speak. Resting his hand on Ela's shoulder he said, "Let it be known to all here that today I take this woman, Ela as my wife."
After Itzachu said the same words to Becky the huge crowd erupted in a roar. In English, Gouyen said, "Welcome, Ela and Nalin. Dance."
At first, to much laughter, they got the steps wrong but soon learned to follow the rhythm and the steps of the people nearby. The dancing and singing seemed to go on for hours. Eventually, people began to drift away. Itzachu and Biminak led them towards two new wikiups. With her arm around Ela, Nalin said, "No, we stay together."
"No," said Itzachu, looking at her.
Ela said, "Yes, you are brothers, we are sisters. We give ourselves to both of you. Nalin and I have agreed on this. I am wife to both of you. Nalin is wife to both of you. We will bear you many c***dren. You will not know who is the father. You will both be the father of all our c***dren."
Itzachu spoke rapidly to Biminak who looked confused at first before grinning. From a distance, Dahteste and Gouyen watched bemused as Itzachu and Biminak moved blankets and furs from one wikiup to the other. In Apache, Dahteste said, "Well, that was unexpected."
Gouyen smiled and said, "No, they are of one birth. They have one spirit. It is an unusual arrangement but not without precedent. Go, my daughter, you have performed your duties well. I believe that Cocheta and Jacali await your warmth in their wikiup."
Dahteste looked sharply at her mother. Gouyen laughed, "You thought I didn't know? If I was thirty years younger I'd join you."
When Itzachu and Biminak were satisfied, they gestured for Nalin and Ela to enter. Ducking through the entrance they gasped. Six oil lamps were burning amongst a dozen clay vases of wildflowers. On the far side, sage incense was burning and all the blankets and furs had been arranged in a large circle. From the roof hung bunches of dried flowers and herbs. It looked warm, inviting and homely.
The girls had expected sex to be the first thing on the menu so were surprised when Itzachu and Biminak offered them a sweet fruit drink from decorated clay cups. "What is it?" asked Ela. Her husband, Biminak answered by raising his hands above his head. "Saguaro!" Ela laughed, "It's made from Saguaro fruit."
Next, Itzachu passed around bowls of dried fruit, mesquite biscuits, cherries, apricots and jerky. Nalin smiled. Itzachu and Biminak could have easily thrown them to the ground and taken them but instead, they were being wooed. Itzachu looked at her and said, "My wife, Nalin, it was long day. You tired, we wait. No fuck tonight."
Nalin looked at his muscles, glowing in the light of the oil lamps. She remembered his beautiful cock and how it had felt in her hand and mouth. She remembered the feeling of power radiating through it and the sensation of his sperm spurting again and again into her mouth. As they had ducked through the entrance she had seen both their cocks, swinging free under the small decorative hide covering. Running her fingers up his arms she shook her head and said, "No. We are ready. Lay down."
He looked confused and said, "No, woman lay down."
Nalin wondered if this might happen. That the boys would want to show their dominance by being on top. She and Ela had agreed in a quiet moment that it would be important to show them that the relationships would be equal. Marrying them and having their c***dren was one thing but subservience was quite another.
Next to her, Ela took the lead and pushed Biminak down onto the furs and blankets. Despite frowning, Itzachu lay next to his brother. They watched, their cocks rising, as Nalin and Ela undid the leather thongs that secured their dresses. Biminak wondered what they had in mind. Everyone he had spoken to said that the man goes on top. He felt blood flood into his cock as he realised just how beautiful his new wife was, or should he say, wives? He couldn't see their feet clearly, so was only assuming that it was Ela standing before him. He grinned - what did it matter?
Ela, naked, turned to Nalin and embraced her. She felt her breath on her neck as she whispered, "I love you." Their lips touched and they kissed like lovers, their tongues searching and probing. The boys exchanged glances and watched in amazement. Holding hands, the girls knelt before each, swinging a leg over their husband. Carefully, Ela rubbed the head of Biminak's swollen cock along her virginal lips, coating it in the slippering honey still leaking out of her. Holding hands, they lowered themselves, moaning as they were filled and stretched.
Itzachu was in heaven. He had thought that the feeling of Nalin sucking his cock was amazing but this was many times better. His cock was being squeezed and caressed from all around and shivers went through him each time Nalin raised and lowered herself. He also found that he could lift his head and suck her nipples.
Nalin was in another world. She and Ela had agreed to try and keep in time with each other but that didn't last long. Soon they both had their eyes closed as they rode those young throbbing Apache cocks. Nalin took Itzachu's hand and put it between her legs, guiding him to her little button. She came just thirty seconds before her sister, the intense ripples spreading from her cunt through her young body. As she cried out, Itzachu held her down on his cock as it pulsed, sending his sperm deep inside her.
Just before dawn, with the boys still asleep, the girls swopped over, waking the boys by sucking their cocks. Ela was thrown onto her back and fucked roughly by Itzachu. She loved every second of it and came with her legs crossed behind his back. The feeling was so all-encompassing, so moving, that she cried tears of joy.
As required by tradition, they alternated fucking, eating and sleeping non-stop for the next two days. They used the time to experiment, the girls teaching them the art of cunnilingus and giving the boys a lesbian sixty-nine show. On the last night, using herbal oils, the girls lost their anal virginities. Finally emerging the next morning, grinning, into the light of dawn to whistles and catcalls.
*****
Ela and Nalin were deliriously happy, their husbands turning out to be kind, considerate and loyal. They were also amazing fucks. Ten months later they both gave birth to twin girls which caused great celebration in the settlement, twins considered to be sacred.
Unknown to the girls, their parents had reached Tucson the day after the raid. They were now nearly 160 miles apart. With just the clothes they wore, two horses and the gold sovereigns sewn into their mother's clothes, they tried, over three days, to elicit help. As predicted by the girls, no-one, not the traders nor anyone in authority, was in the least interested in joining a rescue mission for two gringo girls. Even the desultory ruffians and drifters showed little interest.
They spoke to a Mexican Army officer who indicated that his men might be willing if they were each paid six months wages and were allowed to keep any scalps.
That night they made the acquaintance of an Irish priest, the first person who had shown any friendliness towards them. He listened to their story, expressed sympathy and asked if they had the money for such an Army mission. The girl's father told him about the sovereigns but explained that it was every penny they owned. How could they start a new life with no money to buy land?
The priest shook his head and said, "It is only right that I'm honest with you. From what you've told me, if your daughters survived the attack they have now died of thirst. If they didn't survive or later succumbed, the coyotes, wolves, cougars and vultures will have taken their remains. There will be nothing to find or bury. If they were taken by the Apaches, well..., they are gone, deeper into Mexico where they will never be found. Paying for a rescue mission will be like throwing your gold into the river. I fear you must accept that they are gone forever, hopefully dead. My advice would be to grieve, pray for them with me, rest tonight and join the trader group heading to Yuma in the morning where you can cross the Colorado into California."
At dawn, two bodies, a man and a woman, were found in an alleyway each with a single stab wound to the heart. Strangely, the woman's clothes had been cut from her body. No-one claimed the bodies and no-one cared so there was no funeral. They were tipped into a trench a mile outside of town and covered over with dirt. The Mayor didn't even bother to record the murders.
Sadly, the girl's idyllic life couldn't last. Word arrived that the Mexicans and white men had reached some sort of agreement. White men flooded into the area, bringing cattle, settlers, more traders and their Army. The Apache went to war with the white men. Despite that, brave traders continued to come to the village. Then word reached Gouyen that Ela, Nalin and their fair-haired c***dren had been seen. The Army was coming.
By now, Nalin and Ela spoke fluent Apache. They talked with Gouyen, Dahteste and their husbands long into the night. Before dawn, a small twenty strong band left the village on horseback. Nalin, Ela, Itzachu, Biminak and their four daughters plus Dahteste, Cocheta and Jicali and three other couples with c***dren headed south. Itzachu carried the family share of the tribal gold. For two weeks they travelled but wherever they went they were driven away. Long memories recalled terrifying Apache raids and killings. They decided that their only option was to push much further south, to lands were no-one had heard of the Apache.
Eighteen months later, the band now numbering over thirty through births, including another two sets of twin girls, entered present-day Costa Rica. They settled in the hills and valleys north of the Arenal River where crops readily grew and the hunting was easy. Even to this day, north of the valley which was dammed and flooded to create Lake Arenal, there are settlements of fair-haired people who farm the land and speak a strange language mixed with English. Studies by linguists have likened the language to Apache but anthropologists have concluded that this is extremely unlikely. The settlements have steadfastly refused DNA testing.
They are known as Los Extraños - The Strangers.
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It took over an hour to get their hair clean of the oil. Finally, as they stood inside the flap of the wikiup, Dahteste looked them over. Their blonde hair, tied in ponytails with braided leather thongs, contrasted with the dark brown of the suede dresses which were decorated with red and blue beads. Their moccasins had leather fringes and more beads. Dahteste nodded her approval. In fact, she was jealous of her brothers.
Through the walls of the wikiup, the girls could hear drums, singing and stamping of feet. Unseen by the girls, Dahteste had sent a signal. The beat of the drums increased significantly as Cocheta and Jacali raised the flap. Dahteste led them out. The girls were stunned by the scene before them. Maybe a thousand people filled the valley where dozens of fires were blazing, though the dust and smoke made it hard to see clearly.
All around groups were dancing in circles, stamping their feet, singing, trilling and whooping. On seeing the girls, the noise level increased dramatically. Many of the people were in ceremonial dress. Dahteste led them to a group who were standing on a small mound. Charlie recognised Gouyen, her husband who they later learned was called Juh, Itzachu, Biminak and their grandmother.
Itzachu and Biminak looked magnificent. Light from the fires reflected off their oiled and painted bodies and their arm muscles were wrapped with tight leather thongs. Each was wearing a headdress of eagle feathers. The group was joined from the right by Cocheta and Jacali. As Dahteste led them across, the crowd pressed closer, some of the women reaching out to gently touch their clothes and hair.
The drumming and noise died away as they stopped in front of the group. "Charlie, step forwards and kneel," said Dahteste.
Charlie had expected to be nervous but instead, she felt warm and safe. As Gouyen spoke, Dahteste translated. "Charlie, as well as your wedding day, this is also the day that you are reborn as a Chiricahua Apache. Your life in the white world is gone. You have always been Apache. We open our world and our hearts to you. You are reborn as Ela. Stand before Biminak."
The words were repeated before Becky who was reborn as Nalin and told to stand before Itzachu. Biminak was the first to speak. Resting his hand on Ela's shoulder he said, "Let it be known to all here that today I take this woman, Ela as my wife."
After Itzachu said the same words to Becky the huge crowd erupted in a roar. In English, Gouyen said, "Welcome, Ela and Nalin. Dance."
At first, to much laughter, they got the steps wrong but soon learned to follow the rhythm and the steps of the people nearby. The dancing and singing seemed to go on for hours. Eventually, people began to drift away. Itzachu and Biminak led them towards two new wikiups. With her arm around Ela, Nalin said, "No, we stay together."
"No," said Itzachu, looking at her.
Ela said, "Yes, you are brothers, we are sisters. We give ourselves to both of you. Nalin and I have agreed on this. I am wife to both of you. Nalin is wife to both of you. We will bear you many c***dren. You will not know who is the father. You will both be the father of all our c***dren."
Itzachu spoke rapidly to Biminak who looked confused at first before grinning. From a distance, Dahteste and Gouyen watched bemused as Itzachu and Biminak moved blankets and furs from one wikiup to the other. In Apache, Dahteste said, "Well, that was unexpected."
Gouyen smiled and said, "No, they are of one birth. They have one spirit. It is an unusual arrangement but not without precedent. Go, my daughter, you have performed your duties well. I believe that Cocheta and Jacali await your warmth in their wikiup."
Dahteste looked sharply at her mother. Gouyen laughed, "You thought I didn't know? If I was thirty years younger I'd join you."
When Itzachu and Biminak were satisfied, they gestured for Nalin and Ela to enter. Ducking through the entrance they gasped. Six oil lamps were burning amongst a dozen clay vases of wildflowers. On the far side, sage incense was burning and all the blankets and furs had been arranged in a large circle. From the roof hung bunches of dried flowers and herbs. It looked warm, inviting and homely.
The girls had expected sex to be the first thing on the menu so were surprised when Itzachu and Biminak offered them a sweet fruit drink from decorated clay cups. "What is it?" asked Ela. Her husband, Biminak answered by raising his hands above his head. "Saguaro!" Ela laughed, "It's made from Saguaro fruit."
Next, Itzachu passed around bowls of dried fruit, mesquite biscuits, cherries, apricots and jerky. Nalin smiled. Itzachu and Biminak could have easily thrown them to the ground and taken them but instead, they were being wooed. Itzachu looked at her and said, "My wife, Nalin, it was long day. You tired, we wait. No fuck tonight."
Nalin looked at his muscles, glowing in the light of the oil lamps. She remembered his beautiful cock and how it had felt in her hand and mouth. She remembered the feeling of power radiating through it and the sensation of his sperm spurting again and again into her mouth. As they had ducked through the entrance she had seen both their cocks, swinging free under the small decorative hide covering. Running her fingers up his arms she shook her head and said, "No. We are ready. Lay down."
He looked confused and said, "No, woman lay down."
Nalin wondered if this might happen. That the boys would want to show their dominance by being on top. She and Ela had agreed in a quiet moment that it would be important to show them that the relationships would be equal. Marrying them and having their c***dren was one thing but subservience was quite another.
Next to her, Ela took the lead and pushed Biminak down onto the furs and blankets. Despite frowning, Itzachu lay next to his brother. They watched, their cocks rising, as Nalin and Ela undid the leather thongs that secured their dresses. Biminak wondered what they had in mind. Everyone he had spoken to said that the man goes on top. He felt blood flood into his cock as he realised just how beautiful his new wife was, or should he say, wives? He couldn't see their feet clearly, so was only assuming that it was Ela standing before him. He grinned - what did it matter?
Ela, naked, turned to Nalin and embraced her. She felt her breath on her neck as she whispered, "I love you." Their lips touched and they kissed like lovers, their tongues searching and probing. The boys exchanged glances and watched in amazement. Holding hands, the girls knelt before each, swinging a leg over their husband. Carefully, Ela rubbed the head of Biminak's swollen cock along her virginal lips, coating it in the slippering honey still leaking out of her. Holding hands, they lowered themselves, moaning as they were filled and stretched.
Itzachu was in heaven. He had thought that the feeling of Nalin sucking his cock was amazing but this was many times better. His cock was being squeezed and caressed from all around and shivers went through him each time Nalin raised and lowered herself. He also found that he could lift his head and suck her nipples.
Nalin was in another world. She and Ela had agreed to try and keep in time with each other but that didn't last long. Soon they both had their eyes closed as they rode those young throbbing Apache cocks. Nalin took Itzachu's hand and put it between her legs, guiding him to her little button. She came just thirty seconds before her sister, the intense ripples spreading from her cunt through her young body. As she cried out, Itzachu held her down on his cock as it pulsed, sending his sperm deep inside her.
Just before dawn, with the boys still asleep, the girls swopped over, waking the boys by sucking their cocks. Ela was thrown onto her back and fucked roughly by Itzachu. She loved every second of it and came with her legs crossed behind his back. The feeling was so all-encompassing, so moving, that she cried tears of joy.
As required by tradition, they alternated fucking, eating and sleeping non-stop for the next two days. They used the time to experiment, the girls teaching them the art of cunnilingus and giving the boys a lesbian sixty-nine show. On the last night, using herbal oils, the girls lost their anal virginities. Finally emerging the next morning, grinning, into the light of dawn to whistles and catcalls.
*****
Ela and Nalin were deliriously happy, their husbands turning out to be kind, considerate and loyal. They were also amazing fucks. Ten months later they both gave birth to twin girls which caused great celebration in the settlement, twins considered to be sacred.
Unknown to the girls, their parents had reached Tucson the day after the raid. They were now nearly 160 miles apart. With just the clothes they wore, two horses and the gold sovereigns sewn into their mother's clothes, they tried, over three days, to elicit help. As predicted by the girls, no-one, not the traders nor anyone in authority, was in the least interested in joining a rescue mission for two gringo girls. Even the desultory ruffians and drifters showed little interest.
They spoke to a Mexican Army officer who indicated that his men might be willing if they were each paid six months wages and were allowed to keep any scalps.
That night they made the acquaintance of an Irish priest, the first person who had shown any friendliness towards them. He listened to their story, expressed sympathy and asked if they had the money for such an Army mission. The girl's father told him about the sovereigns but explained that it was every penny they owned. How could they start a new life with no money to buy land?
The priest shook his head and said, "It is only right that I'm honest with you. From what you've told me, if your daughters survived the attack they have now died of thirst. If they didn't survive or later succumbed, the coyotes, wolves, cougars and vultures will have taken their remains. There will be nothing to find or bury. If they were taken by the Apaches, well..., they are gone, deeper into Mexico where they will never be found. Paying for a rescue mission will be like throwing your gold into the river. I fear you must accept that they are gone forever, hopefully dead. My advice would be to grieve, pray for them with me, rest tonight and join the trader group heading to Yuma in the morning where you can cross the Colorado into California."
At dawn, two bodies, a man and a woman, were found in an alleyway each with a single stab wound to the heart. Strangely, the woman's clothes had been cut from her body. No-one claimed the bodies and no-one cared so there was no funeral. They were tipped into a trench a mile outside of town and covered over with dirt. The Mayor didn't even bother to record the murders.
Sadly, the girl's idyllic life couldn't last. Word arrived that the Mexicans and white men had reached some sort of agreement. White men flooded into the area, bringing cattle, settlers, more traders and their Army. The Apache went to war with the white men. Despite that, brave traders continued to come to the village. Then word reached Gouyen that Ela, Nalin and their fair-haired c***dren had been seen. The Army was coming.
By now, Nalin and Ela spoke fluent Apache. They talked with Gouyen, Dahteste and their husbands long into the night. Before dawn, a small twenty strong band left the village on horseback. Nalin, Ela, Itzachu, Biminak and their four daughters plus Dahteste, Cocheta and Jicali and three other couples with c***dren headed south. Itzachu carried the family share of the tribal gold. For two weeks they travelled but wherever they went they were driven away. Long memories recalled terrifying Apache raids and killings. They decided that their only option was to push much further south, to lands were no-one had heard of the Apache.
Eighteen months later, the band now numbering over thirty through births, including another two sets of twin girls, entered present-day Costa Rica. They settled in the hills and valleys north of the Arenal River where crops readily grew and the hunting was easy. Even to this day, north of the valley which was dammed and flooded to create Lake Arenal, there are settlements of fair-haired people who farm the land and speak a strange language mixed with English. Studies by linguists have likened the language to Apache but anthropologists have concluded that this is extremely unlikely. The settlements have steadfastly refused DNA testing.
They are known as Los Extraños - The Strangers.
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