Date: Fri, 27 Mar 2015 21:51:22 -0700
From: Sellar Dhor <sellardhor@gmail.com>
Subject: Evil is a Man: Blood In Blood Out chapter 26

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       FEBRUARY 1st


       I woke up early in the night of the next day to fire and screaming.
       I was confused and had to remind myself where I was.  I had gone to
bed at eight in the tent the others had been referring to as the "couples
tent," with Haala and her boyfriend, Lek and Kuzman, and other couples
making me long for Parker as we all fell asleep, which seemed like perhaps
an hour ago.
       I jumped up out of my mound of blankets as I realized that
everything was lit up with a disconcerting orange glow, a sharp contrast
from the pitch blackness another night without fires had brought us as I
went to bed.
       Everyone else was getting up in our tent as well, as we realized
that our tent was somehow on fire.
       "Everyone out!" I yelled.
       "But it's the door that's on fire!" Lek said, and I saw he was
right.
       I went for my stuff and pulled out my machete, and I walked over to
the side of the tent that wasn't on fire and cut out a huge hole.  "Now
there's a back exit," I said.
       After everyone left the tent, I put my shoes on, thankful that it
had been so cold I had slept in my clothes, and pulled out my backpack, not
wanting any of Parker's things to get burned.
       When I left the tent, I looked to make sure none of the people in my
tent had been injured.  All of them seemed unharmed, though they were
looking with awe at the scene below, as we were up on a hill and had a
unique vantage point of the rest of the camp.
       I looked myself, and covered my mouth in horror.
       Perhaps twenty-five cowboys on horseback, many whom I recognized as
Mareshead vampire guards, were dispersed around the camp, torches in their
hands.  Where they had managed to find the horses, I had no idea, but
clearly that's why there were so few vampires attacking.  They were
throwing those torches at the tents, and those tents were igniting quickly,
all the fire lighting up the camp way brighter than any of our own
campfires ever would have.
       "Stupid nineteenth century tents have absolutely no flame retardants
applied," I complained.  "Everyone, grab the machetes and hack open the
tents, make sure everyone gets out.  Don't try to take on the vampires,
just make sure no one burns."
       We all grabbed the machetes and all headed in different directions.
       The first tent I approached had its door on fire just like ours had
been.  I slashed the side open, creating a doorway, and everyone rushed
out.  Benedict was among them, and Jane, and that older Asian woman who had
given me information about Clanton.  It seemed to mostly contain the older
or injured people, in fact.
       The next tent I slashed open was towards the middle, and it was
filled with screaming children and their parents.  I pulled the whole group
of children and brought them to the side and up the hill, away from the
vampire riders.
       By that time, the others had all cut everyone else out of the
burning tents.  The vampires, newly torch-less, pulled out revolvers from
holsters.
       "Everyone listen to me!" I yelled.  "The only way we'll kill these
vampires is if we work together.  No one person can be expected to take
down a vampire, but ten people all working together should be able to.
Keep in mind the easiest and fastest way to kill a vampire is to decapitate
them."
       Just as I started to ready my weapons and rejoin my friends below, I
felt the chilling sensation of being snuck up on from behind.  I turned
around, and there were all eight of the Pawnee warriors, their weapons
drawn, standing threateningly around all the frightened children.  I could
only assume they had teamed up with the Mareshead vampires, as they would
have needed their horses to cross the river.
       One of them said something in Pawnee, and I pulled Benedict up out
of the crowd.  "Benedict, tell me what they want, I can't understand them."
       "They are speaking in some old version of Pawnee I'm not familiar
with," he said.  "I'm trying to understand them, but it's difficult."
       "Tell them not to hurt the children."
       Benedict said something in Pawnee, and one of them said something
back.
       "I think he said," Benedict said.  "Well, I think he said that they
are not there to hurt children.  They don't care about children."
       Another Pawnee said something else.
       "'Look at your people,' he says," said Benedict.
       I turned and watched the scene below, as the slaves bravely rallied
to fight for their freedom.  I watched a number of them pull down a vampire
off his horse and swing their sharp weapons upon him on the ground.
       Another Pawnee spoke.
       "'Watch your people die,' he said."
       And then I watched as another horsed rider trample a man, watched as
another shoot a woman in the head.  I knew we would win this battle, but I
couldn't guess how many of us would die in the process.
       Another Pawnee spoke.
       "'We offer our arms,' he said.  He means, them as fighters, not
their weapons."
       "What do they want in return?" I asked.
       Benedict said something, and another Pawnee spoke back.
       "They want a reason to risk their lives."
       "Tell them we have food, water, blankets, and supplies.  Anything
they need is theirs."
       Benedict spoke, and another Pawnee spoke back.
       "They need as much tobacco as they can carry back with them."
       "Tell them we don't have any tobacco."
       "They care nothing for other supplies," he said.
       Another Pawnee spoke.
       "They, oh my, am I hearing this right?  Let me ask."
       Benedict asked something in Pawnee, and then they responded.
       "Yes, I did hear it right.  They want you."
       I shook my head.  "I'd rather die than be a vampire prostitute.
That's the life I just broke away from."
       "They don't care about that," said Benedict.
       "For how long do they want me?" I asked.
       More discussion, and then Benedict said, "You'll be theirs until
five nights have passed, starting with tonight."
       "Tell them, three nights, including tonight."
       "They agree.  And then they'll deliver you to the edge of the
Territory safely."
       "With my things?"
       "With your things."
       "Yes, yes, I agree.  Tell them."
       As Benedict discussed with them, I had to stand there and watch as a
vampire shot dead another of the slaves.
       "Please hurry!" I said.
       "They want you to swear to them that you'll be everything they want
you to be in that time."
       "Yes, I swear," I said, shaking one of their hands.  "Please, just
hurry."
       The Pawnee shouted to each other, raised their weapons in aggression
as they all took on a war cry, and then ran out towards the Mareshead
vampires.  I ran down after them and urged all the slaves to pull back and
let the Pawnee take the front of the ranks.
       The Pawnee were outnumbered three to one by the Mareshead vampires,
and didn't possess steeds or firearms, so I couldn't fathom how any of them
would live through this battle.  At least I hoped they would take out a
good number of the enemy before they went out, leaving the rest of us a
reasonable number.
       I was shocked when a few minutes later, only two Pawnee lay dead,
while the entire squadron of Mareshead vampires lay defeated and
slaughtered.
       We put out the fires, commandeered the torches for light purposes,
and salvaged most of the supplies, even if the tents were a lost cause,
meaning people would need to sleep outside.  We adopted twenty-five new
horses, much to Polly's pleasure, and took their other weapons and
supplies.  They had with them a huge amount of blood packets, which the
Pawnee ignored.  Knowing their tribe was completely composed of vampire
males, I couldn't fathom how they got the blood they needed.  Were they
expecting all to live off of my blood while I was with them?  That would
likely kill me.  So I stuffed all the blood packets into my backpack just
to make sure.
       And then we buried our fallen men and women, twelve in all, while
the Pawnee buried their fallen brothers on their own.  I said a few words
in their honor of those people, many of the others crying for them, and
prayed to God to see them to Heaven.
       After the only dead left unburied were the slain vampires, the
Pawnee were eager to take me and leave the others.  Before they did, I
mounted Patches one last time, so I could see all of those brave souls
looking back at me.
       "I have to leave you," I said.  "But you'll be fine, I promise.
Polly says it's less than a day's walk now to the end of the Territory,
where our people will be waiting to meet you.  Don't stay here for the
night.  It's too dangerous.  Move somewhere close, and then camp again
until morning comes, without fire if at all possible."
       "What about you?" someone asked.
       "I'll be fine, I always am.  I wanted to thank all of you for
trusting me, and for being the bravest, most inspirational bunch of folks I
could ever imagine.  I wish you all the best as you return to your old
lives or start new ones."
       They erupted into even more applause than ever, shouting `Spartacus
Jake' over and over as I dismounted Patches.  I said goodbye to the loving
horse, and then hugged all of my closest friends before grabbing my
backpack and walking off with the Pawnee to the south.
       They let me use a flashlight as we hiked through the night, with
most of the Pawnee treating me with indifference, as I did my best to try
to figure out their names as they spoke to each other in Pawnee (no easy
task).
       But not all of them reacted towards my presence in a friendly way.
It soon became very clear to me that this group had a couple of bullies,
just like most other male groupings, I supposed.
       One of the Pawnee, a man they called, "Ki-wa-go," groaned and
pointed at me when I couldn't keep up with their pace.  I noticed his face
was always angry-looking, and his extremely annoyed eyes looked me over
(though he never, ever looked me in the eyes), and complained to the others
in Pawnee, clearly about me being too slow.  I gathered that he was
suggesting just leaving me behind.
       "If you refused to let me bring a horse along unless you would eat
it when we got to your tribe," I remembered, as it was specifically
Ki-wa-go who had refused me bringing the horse, with Benedict translating,
"then you shouldn't be the first to complain when I can't keep up with
you."  Of course, this fell on deaf ears.
       I looked over this one who obviously detested me.  Like all the
Pawnee (and male vampires in general), he had very handsome facial features
a muscled body.  He was definitely the most visually striking of all of the
bold Pawnee due solely to the hat he never seemed to remove.  He had
created a helmet out of a buffalo's head, complete even with the horns,
making him look totally terrifying.  The helmet prevented me from seeing
his hair.
       He had a buckskin shirt not unlike the one Boyd had worn, with
hanging ribbons down the sleeves.  And below that, he had a very short
loincloth that didn't nearly cover his huge, uncut member, which I was
trying not to stare at as we walked.
        Every bully needs an annoying friend, and Ki-wa-go had his in
Ku-rux.  While Ki-wa-go's dislike of me was all too serious, his friend
Ku-rux added in an annoyingly cruel sense of humor.  He teased me
constantly, laughing evilly.
       Almost entirely nude, Ku-rux made me wonder how he wasn't freezing
in the cold winter night.  All this Pawnee wore was a pair of boots and a
belt that he kept his weapons in.  The belt also had a loin cloth hanging
from it, but instead of there being two sides, this one just hung in the
back, covering his butt but leaving his ample penis out in the open (which
I too tried not to stare at).  And he wore not even an earring above that
belt.  He too had a Mohawk, but this one turned into a long pony tail in
the back.  The rest of his head was shaved, but the odd thing was, all the
visible skin on his head from the bottom of his eyes up was tattooed in
solid grey, making him look very, very strange, and cutting out the natural
beauty of his facial features.
       When Ku-rux took his taunts to a physical level, coming behind me
and shoving me rudely, laughing as he did it, another Pawnee stepped up to
my rescue.
       "Ku-sox," they called him.  He had what I knew as a warhawk: a
shaved head, with a strip of hair, a couple inches high and a few wide,
down the middle.  In the back, he had two feathers attached loosely to the
back of his head.  He had no facial paint, earrings, or facial tattoos, and
because his hair was the most tame of all of them, it was easy to find the
humanity in his face.
       His clothes were simple.  He had skin armbands which made his arm
muscles fierce, but besides those, he was shirtless.  His upper body was
tattooed in the pattern of ferocious war paint, strips of black that
striped his chest, abs, and thighs, highlighting his impressive muscles.
He wore hide pants and boots.
       He grabbed for my backpack, which at first made me think he was
trying to steal it.  Before I could defensively protect it, he got it off
of me, with me angry at him, thinking of Parker's things in there.
       But he didn't go through my bag, instead, he slung it over his
shoulders and carried it for me, allowing me to walk faster and stopping
Ki-wa-go and Ku-rux's complaints.
       When we crossed an east-west stream, I knew it was the same one
Parker and I fished on.  The Pawnee camp was just on the other side and
really just consisted of one house-sized structure, an earth lodge.  The
outside was covered with dirt and grass, and the only thing that would keep
passersby from thinking the place was nothing but a large hill was the
single door and multiple chimney holes at the topmost points of the roof.
       Before he went inside, Ku-sox kindly returned my bag to me, even
offering me a half-smile.
       The inside was very, very dark, as there weren't any windows in the
structure, and I was glad for my flashlight.  I noticed right away as I
walked down steps on my way in that the whole thing was a submerged a few
feet, making the place taller than it appeared from the outside.  I could
see that curved, wooden beams made up the frame of the earth lodge, with
dirt packed in between.  An entry way filled with supplies led to the
central part of the earth lodge, which seemed to be a combined social
place, kitchen, and eating area.  From there, hanging buffalo skins created
doors to the other rooms, eight of them in all, which seemed to suggest
they were the eight bedrooms for the previous amount of Pawnee warriors.  I
saw no sign of a bathroom of any kind, which led me to believe they went
outside.  Since male vampires only ever have to urinate, that did not
surprise me.
       One of them, whom the others called what sounded like Le-sha-ro,
started to light a fire in the center room of the earth lodge, the one that
was connected to their kitchen area.  Above us was the tallest part of the
ceiling and the largest chimney hole.  He lit the fire with true mastery,
and suddenly the earth lodge was lit up in firelight, and I was able to
turn off my flashlight.  Soon, the room heated up that cold night air, and
it felt good to be so close.
       I looked over Le-sha-ro as he blew on the fire to make it larger.
He looked similar to what I had always pictured Hiawatha looked like.  He
had a spiky mohawk perhaps ten inches tall that looked like a dorsal fin
across his head, clearly he used something to keep his hair sticking
straight up like that, and he was the only one who looked like they had
access to hair products.  The rest of his head was shaved.  His face had
red war paint around his eyes, like a painted on visor, as well as around
his chin.  The red paint made him look alien and inhuman.
       He wore skin pants and boots, with a skin loincloth hanging in front
that in this case was purely decorative.  He had a skin band around his
body, going from his right shoulder to his left hip, then up and around his
back.  This made his bare chest and abs pop out, somehow.  He had a skin
armband on his left bicep, and a necklace with ornamental bones.  Over his
left shoulder, he was wearing a decorative pelt.  One of his ears was
pierced.
       But he abandoned this central fire and went into one of the
bedrooms.  In fact, all of the Pawnee were doing likewise.  I could see
that each one had a central fire and chimney hole as well, though those
fire pits were much smaller in scale than the main one, clearly just there
for warmth and light.
       As I waited there, I wondered how these vampires could survive out
here in the middle of nowhere.  There didn't seem to be any civilization
for quite a ways.  How were they getting their daily supply of blood in
order to stay alive?
       One came out of bedroom before the others, and spoke to me in
Pawnee.  It was the first time I had been addressed since I got there.
"Sha-ku-ru," I had heard the others call him.  He had a long, unspiked
Mohawk (wasn't that referred to as a lazy hawk?) that turned into normal
hair in the back, and a tribal tattoo covering his right arm, showing off
his muscles, as well as the right side of his torso, covering his right
pec.
       He wore a tank-top made completely out of wires and beads, which was
only decorative, as I could see through them to his ripped upper body
beyond.  And beneath this, he had on a pair of skin pants, much like
Le-sha-ro's, only without the loincloth hanging in front.
       He pointed towards a corner of the room and said something to me,
clearly some command.  I walked over and sat down in the area the man was
pointing, and then he cracked a smile, laughed, and said something else.
       He came over and started to grab my backpack and pull it away from
me.  My first reaction was to hold onto it defensively, and then I
remembered who I was dealing with, and let him take it.  He set it down
right where I was sitting and then pulled me up out of the area.  Now I
realized he had been trying to tell me to put down my things in an area
where they seemed to store their possessions.  He pulled me towards the
fire, and had me sit down on a log nearby it before going back into his
room.
       I sat for a bit until kind Ku-sox, my rescuer, came back into the
room.  He walked over to a huge wooden barrel in the kitchen, grabbed a
wooden cup, and poured a large amount of water.  I noticed he did
everything with his left hand.  He came over and handed it to me, and
pointed at the barrel.  Even though I had no idea what he was saying, it
seemed to me he was giving me permission to drink whenever I wanted, and I
thanked him, even though I knew he couldn't understand it.
       Ki-wa-go came out of his bedroom, still looking annoyed with my
presence, still wearing the buffalo hat.  Ku-sox, standing in the kitchen,
said something to Ki-wa-go, and Ki-wa-go argued in response.  But more
arguments from Ku-sox ended up in the buffalo man leaving the lodge, and
after another word from Ku-sox, Sha-ku-ru walked out of the lodge as well.
       Another of them came out of one of the bedrooms, the one they called
"Ski-rik."  Ski-rik had a black mohawk that was a good foot tall, but
wasn't slicked up with product like Le-sha-ro's, and just stuck up in a
bushy fashion.  And the rest of his head wasn't shaved, but covered with
his straight hair.  In the back hung a single decorative feather.  He had
earrings and a tattoo strip moving from his temples to his cheekbones and
connecting on his nose, making him look fierce.  He had on a beaded
necklace, an armband and a wristband that made his arm muscles stick out,
and that was it.  He was almost entirely naked, his huge, uncut dick
hanging flaccid.  Well, he did have one piece of clothing on the bottom
half of his body, technically: another strap was around the base of his
dick.
       He and Ku-sox spoke back and forth, and then Ku-sox said something
about me that seemed like he was saying I needed something, and then
Ski-rik marched out the front door as well.
       Le-sha-ro and Ku-rux came out of their bedrooms and sat down near
me, and Ku-rux teased me again in Pawnee as he looked me over with his
penetrating eyes, making me uncomfortable
       Soon, Ki-wa-go returned to the earth cabin, holding huge slabs of
meat in his arms.  Given his peculiar helmet, I could only expect that he
was bringing in buffalo meat.  I looked at it suspiciously, trying to
understand why they had stored the meat outside.  It currently was cold
enough to refrigerate the meat properly, but the days would bring too warm
weather, and the meat should have attracted pests out there.  But the meat
looked totally healthy and pest-free, and had no smell, and looked safe to
cook.
       Le-sha-ro started to cook the meat on the fire he built using a
stone grill.  Sha-ku-ru, the one who had bid me to sit by the fire, came in
a bit later, holding a bunch of vegetables, fruits, and grains in his
hands.  He handed it to friendly Ku-sox, who began cooking the food.
       Ski-rik, the one with the tattooed strip across his face, remained
alone outside for quite some time.  Just when I was sure he had ran off, he
returned, just as empty handed as before.  I knew he wasn't out going
number two, since he didn't partake in that sort of activity.  None of the
other vampires seemed perplexed by his absence.
       Once they were all together again, Ku-sox came and handed me a large
plate of food, smiling.  I politely ate the meat, cooked grains, and
vegetables, all of it tasting bland but totally decent, and I thanked
Ku-sox, though I knew he couldn't understand.
       And when I finished my first plate, Ku-sox fought off Ki-wa-go and
Ku-rux to grab the rest of food and give it to me to eat, instead of the
other men having seconds.  I thanked him again, eating until I could eat no
more, and he got me plenty of water to drink as well.
       After the meal was over, all six Pawnee engaged in a heated
discussion.  I could tell by the way they looked or gestured towards me
that I was the topic of conversation.  It seemed like they were trying to
figure out who would get me first.
       One thing I had noticed was that there didn't seem to be anyone here
in charge.  I figured there would be a chief of some kind, but instead they
seemed to have an egalitarian society, which didn't seem to bode well when
they had to reach decisions.
       Finally, they all seemed to agree to draw straws.  Sha-ku-ru, the
one who with the lazy hawk who so far had been pleasant to me, got the long
straw and celebrated.  I supposed I knew whose bed I'd be sharing that
night.
       But then Ski-rik, the one with a single tattooed line across his
face, exclaimed happily as he too had a long straw.  Was I fated to sleep
with both men that night?
       But then there was more discussion had, and all the Pawnee stood
before me, looking at me, wanting something from me.
       "Choose," Ki-wa-go the buffalo said, clearly knowing at least some
English.
       "Choose what?"
       "Choose who," he corrected.
       "What do you mean?"
       But he said nothing more.
       All six of them stood before me.  Ski-rik was flexing his arm
muscles, Ki-wa-go adjusted his buffalo hat and looked extra mean, Ku-rux
played with his big, soft dick, Ku-sox puffed out his tribal tattooed pecs.
       They were primping themselves for me, trying to look appealing.
They wanted me to pick which one I was to sleep with, I realized.  Oddly,
none of them even cracked the slightest bit of a smile, clearly mistakenly
believing that I would only be impressed by toughness.
       What I wanted to say was none of the above.  It wasn't that the
Pawnee weren't impressive, they were all amazing specimens of masculine
beauty.  But I could not ever get sexually excited about someone who I did
not respect, and I could not respect anyone who would arm-twist someone
like me into giving them sex.
       The only feeling I could muster for these men was pity, and pity
certainly didn't do anything to fire up my libido.  So, instead of picking
out which man I thought would be the most sexually impressive, I figured
I'd be better off picking one for a more practical reason.
       Two of the Pawnee had their dicks hanging free for all to see, and a
third, Ki-wa-go, had such a short loincloth that he was practically naked.
I could rule out all three of those men because the size of their dicks
scared me.  I figured sex with a less-endowed man would be much easier for
me.  The other three men were wearing pants, which I could only hope was
because they were perhaps a bit envious of the others' endowment.
       So, that meant it was between Le-sha-ro, the Hiawatha type who had
started the fire and grilled the meat, Ku-sox, the guy with a warhawk and
war paint type of tattoo stripes on his body, or Sha-ku-ru, the guy with a
lazy hawk and tribal tattoos on his arm and pec.
       "Ku-sox," I said, "For carrying my backpack and keeping me fed and
hydrated."
       Of course, they understood nothing but the first word I said, but
that's all they needed to know.  Ku-sox looked entirely pleased, while the
other five Pawnee looked angrily rejected.
       After saying goodness knows what to his brothers in Pawnee, Ku-sox
took my hand and led me into his bedroom, pulling the buffalo skins closed
behind us to give us privacy.
       His room was very simple: fire in the middle, barrels and hide
containers held his things, and an actual raised bed against the wall that
was covered in piles of fur. That's what he led me towards, kicking off his
boots as he did, and as he looked at me and started to pull my shirt off, I
tried to remember that I had promised to do anything these men asked of me.
I took off my shoes before getting on his bed, which was surprisingly soft.
       When Ku-sox got my upper body naked, he looked down at me, smiling.
He started to kiss and lick my body, spending particularly long on my chest
and nipples.  I concentrated on the fact that he sure was a handsome man,
caressing his head and rubbing my hands through his furry warhawk.
       He stood up, and when his face passed in front of mine, I thought he
would kiss me.  But his handsome lips just grazed against mine, and then he
pushed me down to the level of his chest.  I sized him up, using my hands
to feel how his armbands cut into his strong muscles.  And then I moved my
hands to his robust chest and abs, feeling along the horizontal tattoos
which looked very cool, even if I knew tattoos just weren't for me.
       He reached down and pulled off his pants, and he wasn't wearing any
underwear of any sort beneath.  I gasped as I got my first real look at his
dick.  Was it too late to take this one back and exchange him for another?
He was just as hung as his naked Pawnee tribesmen, killing my hope that his
pants had been a sign that he was less endowed very quickly.
       He took my hand and put it on his soft dick, and I took it in my
hand and stroked it carefully, giving him a handjob, slowly watching the
huge circumcised cock rise to attention under my administrations.
       When he was rock hard, that's when he pushed my head to his dick.  I
figured he'd do that, and I licked his man-stick lavishly before eventually
starting to suck him, as he moaned happily and said things in Pawnee.
       I could only get about two/thirds down, and he didn't push me past
that point.
       I was hoping he would be satisfied with a blowjob, but he pulled off
of me before he orgasmed and then pulled my pants and underwear off,
leaving me as naked as he was.
       When he had me lie down face first on his bed, I knew what was
coming for me, and I rolled my eyes without him seeing.  He bent my knees
and stuck my butt into the air, and then I felt his mouth on my hole.
       His tongue wasn't gentle as it forced its way into me, but it wasn't
so aggressive that it caused me pain.
       Ku-sox spent so long giving my hole oral, I became hopeful that he
actually considered that act his main course, and that he wouldn't top me
after all.
       But my hopes were not to be: he stopped licking me and I felt his
dickhead push against me.
       Even though Lucky had repeatedly screwed me, it still hurt a bit
when Ku-sox's hung member pushed inside me, and I tried not to call out in
pain.
       The pain thankfully was only temporary, and when it passed, I was at
least thankful that I wouldn't have to do anything else but lie there face
down until he was through.
       I tried to tune out until he was done, and only let my attention be
roused when I felt all the telltale signs from his grunts to his body
language that he was going through his orgasm, and when I felt his semen
suddenly flood into me, I knew it was over.
       After Ku-sox finished with me, I figured I'd be sleeping beside him.
Instead, he grabbed my clothes in his arms and led me back outside his
room, setting them down gently by my backpack.
       When the other five Pawnee saw Ku-sox and I naked, Ku-rux teased and
Ski-rik hollered.  Ku-sox said something biting back, and then disappeared
again in his bedroom.
       "Choose," Ki-wa-go said to me, and the sinking realization that they
expected me to have sex with at least two of them that evening set it.
       "Sha-ku-ru," I said, pointing at the Pawnee with the lazy-hawk.
"For trying earlier to communicate with me, even if I butchered his
instructions."
       Sha-ku-ru seemed even more overjoyed than Ku-sox had.  He smiled
like an idiot as he took my hand and led me into his room, shutting us
inside.  There really wasn't any difference between his bedroom and the
last one, and soon I found myself on his bed.
       I wouldn't have been surprised if Sha-ku-ru and Ku-sox had been
related, they looked very similar.  And like Ku-sox, Sha-ku-ru had nothing
marring his face or worn on his head, making him seem more human than the
others.  The only big difference from the neck up was that if Sha-ku-ru cut
off his laxy hawk pony tail, he'd look just like Ku-sox.  I preferred
Ku-sox's simpler hair style than Sha-ku-ru's, but both men were very
handsome.
       Sha-ku-ru smiled at me as he handed me the long straw he had drawn
before and said something in Pawnee, almost as if he was using the straw as
some sort of payment.  I found it completely baffling.
       He removed his bead and wire tank top, and I could see another small
way he was different from Ku-sox: while Ku-sox's striped tattoos were slim
and understated and far in between, Sha-ku-ru's was much more wild and took
up a huge surface space of his skin.  He had a flowing, patterned tribal
tattoo along his right arm that highlighted his bi, tri, and shoulder
muscle.  This tattoo poured down the right side of his chest and abs as
well, totally adorning his right side.
       He took off his pants, and I could see that Ku-sox was very similar
to Sha-ku-ru in the dick department too.  And I knew I was in for no easier
a time with him.
       As soon as he climbed onto the bed with me, he started to kiss me.
It was very strange to be kissed like that, and the romance of the gesture
just made me wish for Parker.  How strange that being treated with some
gentleness could feel just as bad emotionally to me as being treated
roughly.
       Soon, his hands rubbed on my head as he kissed me, and then the
hands grew bolder and rubbed down my body.  Feeling all over my chest,
stomach, and thighs before traveling around my hips to my butt.
       And then, still kissing me, he started to grind his hard meat
against me.
       He pushed me down in the bed and climbed on top of me without ever
breaking his fervent kiss.  After grinding against me in this new position
for a while, he pulled my knees up.
       I felt his eager dickhead pushing against my hole, and he entered
me, still without ever pausing his kiss, his head slipping in easily due to
Ku-sox's lube.
       He didn't plow right in; he was gentle enough to wait with just his
head inside me, letting me get used to his size, still kissing me.
       And then he moved slowly more into me, eventually getting all the
way in.
       He stayed there for a moment, and then started to pump me back and
forth, his kiss still all over me.
       His one single kiss lasted for what seemed like an eternity, until I
almost felt like I was going to drown.  Just before he was about to blow
his seed, he broke the kiss finally.
       And then he totally surprised me when I felt his fangs pierce my
throat.  As he started to drink, I realized then what exactly they had been
arguing about, what the straws had been for.  He had won the right to feed
on me tonight, I realized, while Ku-sox hadn't been able to, and that's why
he had just had sex with me.
       But the flavor of my blood came as a surprise to Sha-ku-ru, he
yelled out in shock, then screamed something in Pawnee.
       Excited, he wrapped his arms around me and lifted us both into a
sitting position, and then stood up on his feet, with my legs around his
hips as he held me up off the ground.
       And then he ran out of his bedroom with me in his arms, his dick and
fangs never leaving my body.  When he appeared in front of the other four
Pawnee, they clapped at him.  Ski-rik said something encouraging, and
Ku-rux sounded like he said something to tease the guy.
       Only then did he pull his mouth away from me, and he said a whole
string of excited words in Pawnee.  Even Ku-sox came out of his room,
awakened by the noise.
       Next thing I knew, while Sha-ku-ru stayed imbedded inside me and
held me off the ground, other Pawnee started coming over and taking a lick
of my throat.  Ku-rux took a lick, and Le-sha-ro, and Ku-sox.  All three of
them confirmed what Sha-ku-ru was telling them, delighted by the flavor of
my blood.  Only Ski-rik and Ki-wa-go abstained, the former probably due to
the fact that he too had drawn a long straw, the latter because he clearly
hated me.
       With his claims now confirmed, Sha-ku-ru whisked me back into his
bedroom as Ku-sox went back to bed, drinking me again and pumping away at
my butt excidetly.
       I felt him come inside me, making that two huge Pawnee loads I was
being weighed down with.
       When I knew he had taken all of my blood he needed, it seemed like
torture for him to pull those fangs out of me, but he did it, and licked my
wound healed.
       Afterwards, Sha-ku-ru fell right asleep with my in his arms, and I
felt so tired after the blood loss, I started to nod off as well.
       After a couple minutes of sleep, I woke up feeling annoying Ku-rux
pulling me out of bed, making me get to my feet, and then again pushing me
from behind through the door, teasing me.  Goodness, was he ever
irritating.
       And then the four remaining Pawnee looked at me.
       "Choose," Ki-wa-go ordered in his deep voice again.  Were they
really going to make me sleep with the whole gosh darn tribe that night?
       "Le-sha-ro," I said, picking the last Pawnee with pants, the one who
looked to me like Hiawatha, who so far had been the one tribe member who
seemed to regard my presence with the most indifference, with the lick he
gave my wound a few minutes ago being the only interaction he had ever had
with me.  No interaction was better than negative interaction, which was
why I rated Ku-rux and Ki-wa-go so far down the list, and I didn't want to
choose Ski-rik because he would get to feed off me, and I was still a bit
weak from the last feeding.
       Le-sha-ro didn't celebrate, he just led me into his room and shut
the door.  He was the most sensibly dressed of all the Pawnee.  He took off
the decorative pelt he had slung over his shoulder, leaving his top half
bare except for the strap he had on around his body, going from his right
shoulder to his left hip, then up and around his back.  The strap clung so
tightly to his buff chest, abs, and back muscles.
       He removed his boots and then took off his pants, once again proving
that the Pawnee hadn't invented underwear.  He was nearly as hung as the
rest of them.
       His soft, circumcised, brown dick was very impressive.
       I wondered if he would clean the red warpaint from around his eyes
and chin before having sex with me, but as he climbed into bed, I realized
he wasn't going to.  Sitting on his bed, Le-sha-ro motioned me towards him,
and I approached him.  He said something in Pawnee that I didn't
understand, and then pointed at my mouth, and to his soft dick.  His
intention became all too clear.
       I started to lick him, salty flavor entering my mouth, and used my
tongue to make his dick come to life.
       When he was totally erect, I started to suck him, again only going
down two-thirds of the way comfortably.
       He grabbed a pipe and lit it up with his room fire, and started to
smoke it as I continued to give him oral.  I cringed, so turned off by all
the smoking vampires seemed to do.  I supposed that was why they had wanted
so badly to take any tobacco we had.
       But as soon as the smoke hit my nostrils, I realized it was anything
but tobacco, and the smell made me wrinkle my nose.  And Le-sha-ro
certainly wasn't behaving like he was merely smoking tobacco, he slumped
back on his bed, shut his eyes, and continued to smoke.
       Le-sha-ro never even made the slightest thrust into my mouth, he let
me do all the work while he lay there.  And after a while, my neck started
to hurt from moving my head up and down so much.  Was he even still awake?
       I took my mouth off him just to see if I could get away with
leaving, and when he did nothing but doze, I started to turn towards the
door.
       "Mmmm," he said, coming to, and then he said something in Pawnee,
giving me a new order as his eyes went halfway open.
       He pointed at my butt and then pointed at his hard, wet dick
sticking up in the air, and I sighed, knowing what he wanted.
       While just lay there on his back, doing nothing but smoking, I faced
him and straddled him, putting my weight on my knees and shins.  I stuck
Le-sha-ro's rock hard rod inside me, and lowered slowly down onto it.
       The good news about being the one in charge was that I could chose
how far down I was going to go, and I didn't go all the way down.
       But the bad news about being in charge was that he didn't move a
single muscle in the entire process, and so I had to do all of the work,
using my legs muscles to bounce up and down on him, while all he did was
smoke.  It was so, so exhausting, especially after just having my blood
drained.
       After a while, Le-sha-ro's pipe fell out of his mouth, and he
started to snore.  I stopped riding him, and just before I could pull out
of him, I heard him come to and scold me in Pawnee, using his hands to
gesture for me to continue.
       And so, even as he fell asleep, I had to bounce up and down on his
dick for twenty more minutes until I felt him explode inside me, the
invasion of his seed the only sign he had orgasmed.
       I grabbed his pipe, put it out to avoid fires, and then walked out
of the room.
       And once again, I was expected to choose between them.
       Ku-rux was standing there, jerking his dick, looking me in the eye,
clearly under the false impression that seeing his big dick would lead me
to his bed first.  I put him at the bottom of my list.
       And that meant choosing between angry buffalo Ki-wa-go and less
antagonistic Ski-rik.
       "Ki-wa-go," I said hesitantly, not sure if I could take Ski-rik's
feeding so soon after wearing myself out with Le-sha-ro.
       Ki-wa-go seemed surprised at my choice, but that surprise lasted
only a moment before he lifted me up off my feet and carried me into his
room brusquely.  He threw me into the wall over his bed, and then violently
forced me to my knees.
       He didn't even bother removing the buffalo skin loincloth he had on,
he just moved it slightly to the side to let his big dick pop through,
which was already totally hard.
       Before I even had a chance to think or get my bearings, he forced
that unit into my mouth, raping me with his dong.
       He drove all the way down to the hilt, making me go so far that it
hurt my mouth, and not giving me time to get my throat to adjust to the
increased capacity.  I absolutely hated what he was doing.
       This whole time, he never once looked me in the eye; he always
looked away from me.  He never took off his buffalo helmet or the tight
buffalo skin, Native American style shirt.
       And when he was done screwing my face, he slammed me hard down onto
the hide bed, hurting my back.  As soon as I looked up at his face, he
flipped me over until I was laying on my stomach.
       And once again, before I could catch my breath, I felt his dick
pushing into me, this time penetrating my butt, which was so much worse
than my mouth.
       I tried to look back at him angrily, but he pushed my face into his
blanket, not letting me have the smallest glance at him.  And that's how
the man in the buffalo helmet totally attacked my hole, pushing so far in,
my insides screamed out in pain.
       Thankfully, it didn't take long for him to come, and when he had, I
ran out of his room as soon as he let me free.
       Back in the main room, Ski-rik was standing by his bedroom door
while Ku-rux stood in front of his, still jerking himself off while looking
at staring at me.
       "Ski-rik," I said.
       Ski-rik taunted Ku-rux, who clearly didn't like getting a taste of
his own medicine, and we went into Ski-rik's bedroom.
       The only clothes Ski-rik was wearing was his earrings, the feather
at the end of his bushy mowhawk, a beaded necklace, and that strap around
the base of his dick.  He took none of this off as he pulled me towards his
bed and started to kiss me.  The decorative tattooed line across the middle
of his face made him look rather intimidating, so I shut my eyes.
       It occurred to me that all the Pawnee were circumcised, which seemed
odd to me.  Had the vampire special woman who made them cut their foreskins
off at the same time for some reason?  Or perhaps was it some part of being
a vampire?  I couldn't recall seeing any uncircumcised vampire.
       Compared to my last little tryst, Ski-rik's affection felt as gentle
as Parker's had been.  He had me suck his dick, but didn't force me all the
way down, like the buffalo man had done.  I noticed with confusion as I
sucked him that the strap around the base of his dick held a metal key in
it.
       And when it came time to screw me, he wanted to do it with me face
up, so he could see me, and he didn't go all the way in.
       It all went well until he bit into my neck.  Once he had tasted my
blood, he turned into a new man, moaning and groaning with excited surprise
before turning into an animal and ramming my butt like crazy, slamming all
the way in.
       So, it wasn't long after he bit into me that I started to wish for
the ordeal to end, shutting my eyes and letting the seductive power of the
bite take me away from the pain.
       But I had to snap out of that euphoric daze when I knew he was way
passed what he needed to drink to survive, and still he was sucking my
blood down.
       I gave him a little more leeway to be polite, and then I started to
push up against him.  "Hey, you need to stop," I said, even though I knew
he wouldn't understand my words, my intentions behind the words should have
been clear.
       When he still didn't respond, I started to push against him
frantically, trying to get away.
       "Stop, get off me, get off me!"
       I wrestled and wriggled, but he remained screwing away at my hole
and sucking at my throat.  I hit and punched and kicked and tried to eye
gouge, but he stayed firm.  He was going to kill me.
       "Someone, please help, PLEASE!"
       And in ran Ku-sox, Ku-rux, and Sha-ku-ru, and after assessing the
situation and trying in vain to talk sense into him, they had to pull his
head by force away from my throat, while Ku-sox leaned in and licked my
wound shut.
       Sucking in a sharp breath, Ski-rik looked completely stunned, like a
newborn baby pulled out of the birth canal.  He shook his head until his
senses returned to him, and he waved the other Pawnee away and out of his
room as his continued to screw me, but let himself be satisfied with just
licking my blood- free throat, pretending he could taste the blood inside,
as he finished off.
       I felt him spread his seed inside me.
       Instead of falling asleep, Ski-rik seemed angry at himself and
walked out of his room to who knows where.  That left me lying on his bed
alone, and I was so weak with blood loss, I couldn't even move; all I could
do was let my weakness pull me asleep.
       I woke up feeling another massive dick entering my hole, and I
thought perhaps Ski-rik had returned to his bed and was initiating a second
round.  But as soon as I saw the bizarre noggin of my lover, I knew it was
old tattoo head himself, Ku-rux, who was molesting me, taking his turn with
me even if it was in someone else's bed.
       Ku-rux showed no sign of gentleness as he screwed me, and yet, I
still kept drifting in and out of consciousness due to my severe blood
loss.  And even though it was all too clear what condition I was in, that
didn't stop Ku-rux in the slightest.
       I fell asleep as he pounded the heck out of me.

       *****

       The next time I woke up, Ku-rux was gone, though I could feel his
load inside me, and I was sharing the bed with its owner, Ski-rik, who had
come back from the outside.  He kept the fire going as we slept, and as I
rolled over, I woke up Ski-rik, who held onto me, poking into my hole with
his hard (again) dick.
       I felt really uncomfortable being alone with Ski-rik after he had so
massively gone off the deep end when he had been feeding from me, and felt
annoyed that Ku-rux would have left me here alone in his bed once he was
done with me, just another reason for me to despise him.
       But instead of being able to get out of the bed on my own will, I
was too weak to do anything but fall asleep in Ski-rik's arms.

       *****

       Ski-rik was anything but a heavy sleeper.  All through the night he
would wake me up, rubbing on me or whatnot.  Every time I woke up and
actually found him to be sleeping, any slightest turn of my body would wake
him, making him sexually excited in no time.  It made for a restless night
when I was already weak from blood loss.


       FEBRUARY 2nd


       Ku-sox woke me up that morning, rubbing my forehead until I woke up.
He said something to me in Pawnee, and then showed that he had a huge plate
of food and water.  I tried to thank him and explain that I wanted to keep
sleeping, but he made me sit up and eat all the food and drink the water.
Only then would he let me go back to sleep.

       *****

       It was midday when I woke up again, and I scolded myself for
sleeping in so late, but then I remembered that I had barely slept the
night before, and had a lot of blood taken.
       I got out of Ski-rik's bed and walked out into the main room of the
earth lodge.  No sign of the Pawnee anywhere, they must have been off doing
whatever they typically did during the day; hunting, raiding, or most
likely of all, trading their battle prowess for sexual services.  All the
fires were out, so I grabbed my clothes and put them on as I shivered in
the winter air.
       I noticed there was a huge amount of food left for me, clearly by
Ku-sox, the warhawked Pawnee who seemed to be the only one who really had a
concern for my well being.  He was always taking care of me.  I mentally
thanked him as I gobbled down the food, surprised at how hungry I was.
       I went outside the lodge, shocked at how bright the sun was after
the darkness of the windowless lodge, and walked off into the wilderness
and did my business.  And then I pulled out my toiletries, marched down to
the stream , and bathed thoroughly, shaved, and brushed my teeth.
       I supposed under normal circumstances I would have chipped in with
the camp chores, but since no one explicitly asked me to do so, and since
it was hard to feel like just one of the guys when I was expected to
satiate any and all of their sexual desires, I wasn't feeling in the mood
to help.  So I just acted like a lazy person for once in my life and read
my books all afternoon in the Texas sun.
       When the sun went down and the merry band of Pawnee weren't back
yet, I decided to light the main fire due to the fact that it was insanely
cold.  But there wasn't any firewood anywhere that I could find, so I
grabbed my flashlight and went outside.
       I hadn't remembered seeing any obvious piles of firewood around
before, but they used so much of it, they had to have some major stack of
it someplace, and I searched my flashlight around, trying to locate it.  I
started to walk off to the east, telling myself I would look for it for ten
minutes, and then I'd think about cutting down some myself.
       I stopped walking as I heard something strange.  Something very,
very faint.  I listened closely, and it sounded like very distant moaning.
       My first reaction was that I was hearing some strange animal sound,
and bad memories of that bear encounter I had while hiking at night in Lake
Tahoe came to my mind with a chill.
       My instinct told me to give up on firewood and to go back into the
earth lodge, and just as I turned to leave, the moaning ended.
       And then I heard the very distant but distinct two words replace it:
"Help me!"
       That was it; I couldn't turn away for anybody (or anything) that was
so pleading.  Instead of hiding, I turned back towards the voice and
searched ahead of me with the flashlight.
       "Help me!" I heard a bit louder as I moved towards the source.  It
was a man's voice, low and deep.
       "Who is it?" I asked, moving towards the sound.
       "Help me!"
       "Are you one of the Pawnee?" I asked.
       "Help me, Jake Groves!"
       I stopped, sucking in air.  "How do you know my name?"
       "Help me, Jake!"  The man knew me, yet I didn't recognize the voice
in the least.  It certainly couldn't have belonged to any of the Pawnee.
       I moved to the spot I had been sure the voice was coming from, and
then searched around with my flashlight.  No one was there.
       "Help me!"
       I looked down at the ground, realizing the voice was coming from the
earth beneath me.  Oh my goodness, had this poor man been buried alive?
       "Help me!"
       I threw my hands into the dirt and started to dig.  I pulled away
handfuls of earth until my hands hit a structure.  At first I thought it
was a coffin, but more digging made it all too clear: this was a structure.
Another earth lodge, I realized, this one hidden below ground.
       I just had to find the entrance.  I picked up my flashlight and
searched around until I found some big branches looking just a bit
conspicuous.  I pulled them aside and uncovered a hide door, heading down
into the earth.
       I opened the door and headed down into the underground chamber.
There weren't any windows or ceiling holes that I could see, so my
flashlight was the only way I had to see the interior.
       Most of the space was filled with supplies and provisions.  Huge
slabs of meat hung in one area, other food supplies in another, and I
realized it was so low in here; the place would always be refrigerated.
Other valuables were gathered here too, namely all of their huge stash of
weapons.
       But the back of the room was what my flashlight was drawn to.  Iron
bars cordoned off a small section of the room from the rest, with a large
iron gate, locked up tight.
       In the cell beyond was a man locked up in chains.
       "Help me, Jake Groves," the man said, with a slight bit of some
Asian accent.
       I walked towards this prison cell, and shined my light on the man in
chains.  I could see the bindings were keeping him from even moving any
part of his body except his head.  It didn't take me long to realize that
this was no man at all.
       He was an Asian male of phenomenal beauty.  He had the ripped
muscular body of an Olympic sprinter, just slightly leaner in size than
most of the male vampires I had seen, who all had the bodies of ripped,
muscular running backs or wide receivers.  Underneath the chains, he only
had on a loincloth that looked like it came from the Pawnee's.  It covered
only his front, not his back.  In fact, it seemed like someone had
purposely tied the loincloth around just his package, in order to keep just
that piece of him clothed, as if they found it offensive.  But even
covered, I could tell by the sizable lump in the cloth that he was
certainly just as hung as his Pawnee oppressors.
       Of course I knew he must have been a vampire.
       "Who are you?" I asked him.
       "They've kept me locked up here for years," he said.  "Please,
please, let me go."
       "I'm not in the habit of unlocking other people's criminals."
       "I'm no criminal," he said.  "They only keep me alive here because
they feed off me.  Every evening of every day since they caught me, they've
drained me within an inch of my life, and violated me in other ways I dare
not even speak of.  Jake, you're a man of God.  Ask Him yourself to
validate the truth of my words."
       "How do you know me?" I asked.
       "I'm sorry," he said.  "I'm a telepath.  A mind reader.  That's how
I knew you were up there.  I could sense your gentle mind."
       "Telepathy is your special ability?" I asked.
       "Hmm?  Yes, I'd guess you'd call it that.  Telepathy led me to my
lost brother, who had been imprisoned by the Pawnee much longer than I have
been.  Tragically, he was so weak, he died in the escape attempt, and
that's when they caught me."
       I tried to open the gate, but it was locked shut.  "How do I open
this?"
       "One of them has the key," he said.
       "I know exactly who that is," I said, thinking of the metal key I
had seen tied around the base of Ski-rik's dick.
       "Have they been feeding you down here?"
       "I don't eat," he said, and I realized he was like Jericho, he
survived only on blood alone.
       "Does that mean you don't need to urinate?"
       "That's right," he said.
       "How do they keep you alive down here?"
       "I only need to drink one thing, which they provide to me daily.
And I'm addicted to smoking cigarettes, so they've been giving me tobacco
pipes to smoke daily as well.  Other than that, they only touch me when
they want blood.  And they'll keep me here forever unless fate intervenes.
Listen, I'm not asking you to do anything that endangers you.  If rescuing
you would risk your life, it isn't worth it.  But if you can do it in a
safe way, I'd be most grateful."
       "I'll see what I can do."
       He looked above us suddenly, almost as if he heard something, before
I realized he wasn't hearing, he was sensing.
       "They approach."
       "Can you read their minds too?"
       "The blooddemons remain mostly a mystery to me," he said, which
didn't make any sense to me.  "But I can sense their presence, sense their
strength, sense what they are.  You need to hurry out of here.  Run!"
       I turned around and ran back out of the earth lodge, threw the
braches back on as a covering, and rushed towards the main lodge.  I would
just act like I had been there the entire time.
       My flashlight beam ahead of me lit up an angry looking man with
buffalo horns, and I jumped back and stifled a scream.
       Ki-wa-go.  It was only Ki-wa-go.
       He said something in Pawnee, and the others came out looking at me
as well.  Clearly Ki-wa-go's words had been some sort of accusation.
       "You were all so late, so I decided to look for firewood," I said.
I reached down and pulled a twig up from the ground to show them what I
meant.  When they still looked confused, I took them into the lodge and
pointed at the cold firepit.
       "Ahh," said Ku-sox.  He said something in Pawnee, and all the other
men left the earth lodge.
       Ku-sox got me a cup of water while we waited, and rubbed my
shoulders as I drank it.
       When the other five Pawnee returned, they were overflowing with
firewood.  Clearly they had just made a trip to their secret cellar.  Soon,
Le-sha-ro had the main fire lit, and then all of them lit the fires in
their bedrooms.
       Dinner was discussed, and once again, Ki-wa-go went into the cellar
and came back with a huge slab of meat.  Sha-ku-ru came back with the rest
of the food, and dinner started to be cooked.
       When dinner was ready, Ku-sox again made sure I got more than
anyone, and plenty of water.  After dinner, straws were drawn once again,
only this time, Ski-rik and Sha-ku-ru abstained.
       Ku-sox got one of the long straws, and Ku-rux, the one I hated the
most, got the other.  I knew I was fated to have them feed off me.
       There was more discussion, and Ski-rik pulled the key out of his
dick strap.  Soon, he, Le-sha-ro, Ki-wa-go, and Sha-ku-ru walked out of the
place.
       While we waited, Ku-sox held me from behind by the fire, and I could
feel his dick getting hard.
       I thought about what was happening to the captured Asian vampire.
It was all too clear that they were feeding on him and likely raping him in
the process while the rest of us waited.  These two stayed behind only
because they would be drinking my blood that night.
       I realized that they must have a huge stash of plastic blood
packets, surely raided from other vampires, such an extensive one that they
didn't bother taking any more with them from our victory during the
previous night.  He said they were feeding him what he needed to survive,
which I'm sure meant he was getting fed packet after packet of blood.
       And that meant all the Pawnee were living solely off him.  Syd said
vampires hated drinking the blood packets, but making another vampire drink
them and then getting it from them hot and alive, with sex involved to
boot, would be a sweet deal for these people.
       I made up my mind; I had to help this poor vampire.  He was a slave,
just as the other humans were, and he needed rescuing.
       I just needed that key.  Why did it seem like I was always in want
of some key or another?
       I got up and shocked Ku-rux, my least favorite of the Pawnee, when I
pulled him towards his bedroom, saying I chose him first.  The logic was
simple: since he would be feeding off me, I was worried he would lose
control, like Ski-rik so shamelessly had the night before.  I knew that if
I went with Ku-sox, my favorite of the Pawnee, first, he would fall asleep
after, and be less likely to be able to come to my rescue should I need him
to intervene with Ku-rux.  This way, he'd be waiting just outside the door,
ready to come to my rescue should I need it.
       Ku-rux stripped me of my clothes and tossed them by my backpack
before he let me go into his room.  Since the man with the tattoo covering
half of his head from the nose up was nearly naked already, he didn't take
anything off accept for his boots.
       Ku-rux certainly didn't display any sort of gentleness with me,
though he wasn't as rough as his buffalo-helmeted friend, Ki-wa-go.  Though
he wasn't bullying me physically, he still had me get on my knees and suck
him, and he wouldn't let me get away with me going only part of the way, he
wanted his whole huge dick inside my mouth, and when I came up short, he
laughed and ridiculed me.
       And then he wanted to screw me with me lying down on his bed, facing
him, while he was on his knees.  He held my feet by his face as he plowed
me roughly.
       I suppose Ku-rux must have had some sort of foot fetish, because he
first started to lick my feet as they rested on his shoulders, and then he
actually bit into my right one, surprising me.  As that euphoric sense hit
my body, I realized he wasn't just playing with me; he was really taking
his fill of blood from my foot.  Of course, while he sucked it down, he
continued to plow me.
       His orgasm, when it came, led him into the most physically
forcefulness he had yet given me, and I felt nothing but pain when he shot
into me.
       As I got up and left Ku-rux, who fell on his bed, asleep, I realized
I didn't feel very weak at all, even though I had just had my blood
drained.  I wondered if it was because he had chosen to bite my foot when
my foot was elevated: that didn't seem like the most efficient way to get
blood, and as a result, I was suffering from having my foot fall asleep,
but little else.
       When I came into the main room, Ku-sox was still waiting there, and
Sha-ku-ru just walked in from the outside, his pants seemingly sporting a
major erection.  I could only assume feeding off their trapped Asian
vampire had left him unfulfilled in the sex department.
       "Ku-sox," I said, pointing to my next choice, and leading him into
his bedroom.  The warhawked Pawnee was my favorite, after all, and I felt
energetic enough that the prospect of being fed upon was not so great.
       The sex was much like it had been the night before: he started by
taking off his pants and boots, and then I sucked him, but he didn't force
me to go down all the way.
       He had me lie face down and he licked my hole for what seemed like
forever.  And then, with me still lying face down, he entered me, but
didn't ever push all the way in.
       But this time, after screwing me for a while, he bit into the right
side of my neck, making all sorts of groans as the blood entered his mouth
and the pleasant feeling entered my body.
       He was so excited by my blood, he came inside me as soon as he
tasted it, something that no vampire had done with me before.  Usually they
drank their fill before orgasming.  I figured it must be unintentional as
he emptied himself into me and still drank and drank.
       When he took as much as I knew he needed and still continued to
drink, his dick inside me never softening, I angrily shook him and said his
name sharply.  That seemed to jolt him back to reality.  He pulled off me
and licked my wound shut.
       As Ku-sox fell asleep in his bed, I walked out, feeling a bit woozy
but still decent.  By that time, everyone was back from their secret
cellar, and the four of them clearly wanted me to chose who I'd be sleeping
with next.
       Everyone was shocked when I said, "Ki-wa-go," the only other Pawnee
there that I absolutely detested.  Ki-wa-go hadn't even been trying to pose
for me, he knew after the way he treated me the night before, he'd for sure
be last in line.  But the truth was, I needed to get his rough sex over
with for fear I'd be too tired later in the night to proceed with my plan
if I left him for later, so I ended up with him grabbing me and carrying me
over his shoulder into his bedroom, one of the buffalo horns on his helmet
almost cutting me in the process.
       When Ki-wa-go set me down over his bed, he once again forced me to
suck his dick.  This time, though, I noticed that he was still totally hard
from him drinking from their captive's blood, which wasn't surprising.  His
huge dick was all wet; I figured that must have meant he made the captive
suck him or have intercourse with him while he fed, even if the sex clearly
hadn't resulted in a Ki-wa-go orgasm, which I found very disturbing.  More
troubling was just the thought that his dick was clearly contaminated, and
he was forcing the thing into my mouth, not letting me avoid it.
       From the lack of any bad flavor on his dick, I figured he must have
gotten blown instead of anything more, but it still grossed me out.  He
forced me all the way down, raping my mouth, again never looking at me in
the eye.
       And then he flipped me over and gave the same treatment to my other
side until he came inside me.  He carried me out of his room and threw me
on the ground outside before going to bed.  Such a world class gentleman he
was.
       When the three remaining Pawnee looked at me, I said, "Sha-ku-ru,"
who I had picked second the night before and then got demoted to fourth.
He smiled, seemingly surprised, perhaps he thought I had been disappointed
in the sex he gave me and that's why he had gotten bumped down.
       Sha-ku-ru, the one with the lazyhawk, tribal tattoos on the right
side of his body and that bead tanktop, led me into his room by the hand.
Sha-ku-ru was by far the most gentle of all the Pawnee, and that made me
want to put him after Ki-wa-go and Ku-rux's guaranteed roughness, in order
to catch my breath before I had to enact my plan for the night.  Otherwise,
I would have picked him second again, for sure.
       Our pairing was much like it had been the night before, with him
taking off his pants and then kissing me, and never breaking that kiss.  He
entered me face up on his bed, and I just lay there, letting him kiss me,
until he came.  Afterwards, he quickly fell asleep, and I left the room.
       "Le-sha-ro," I said next in the main room of the earth lodge, and
went into Le-sha-ro's room with the Hiawatha look-alike.  The sex was
maddeningly the same as the previous night.  He started smoking whatever
substance was in his pipe as he made me suck him.  And then, while he
passed out, he made me bounce up and down on him until I was exhausted and
he came.
       But this time, I grabbed the discarded pipe and took it with me as
my prize as I left the room.
       Ski-rik was the only one left, and it didn't seem to upset him that
I had picked him last.  How could it have, when the last time I had picked
him, he could have killed me by taking too much blood?  But, the truth was,
I only put him at the end because I wanted to end up sleeping in his bed,
just like I had the previous night.
       Only, instead of Ski-rik being so amped all night the slightest
movement I made woke him up, I'd have to make sure he was in a much deeper
sleep.
       As Ski-rik, who never wore anything more than a necklace and a
feather, started to get his dick going on his bed, I showed him the pipe
and smiled, offering it to him.
       He smiled as he took it from me and said something that sounded like
words of gratitude as he put the pipe to his lips.
       Just before he could inhale, he seemed to change his mind.  He said
something else in Pawnee, perhaps something akin to "Just say no," and he
set the pipe down away from the bed.  I guess he wasn't into drugs.
       And with that, he totally ruined my plan.  As he took his time with
me in bed, both with the oral and then especially with the anal, I kept
racking my brain for some other solution.
       After he came inside me, he started to rub my chest with his hands,
not looking the least bit tired.  His dick wasn't even softening; he would
probably be up like that all night.  He seemed to be one of those people
that just didn't need sleep.
       Right when I started to dread the long night of interrupted sleep I
was bound to have sharing a bed with Ski-rik, he reached over, grabbed the
smoke pipe, and re-ignited it with his bedroom fire.  He put his lips on
the pipe, inhaled fully, and then held his breath as he set the pipe down.
       He put his lips to mine, pulled my face into his with his hands, and
then exhaled all of the smoke into my mouth.  As soon as I realized just
what he was trying to do, I tried to take a sharp breath and hold it before
the smoke got to me.  Instead, I ended up inhaling some of the disgusting
smoke, and then coughing, which meant I ended up blowing the smoke out as
well as sucking it in.  And just like that, I had thoroughly inhaled the
offensive stuff too.
       Whoa, was this smoke strong.  Clearly this was no marijuana, not
that I would even know what that felt like.  My head felt dizzy and I lay
down on my back.
       Ski-rik took another huge inhale from the pipe, and then he put his
lips to mine and tried to blow it into me again, but this time I was smart
enough to hold my breath.
       Only, that's when the smoke really, really started to hit me, and I
felt my senses start to go.  He took another inhale, straddled my body with
his hard dick pressed against my soft one, put his lips to mine, and kissed
me one last time with the smoke.  I couldn't muster the control over my
muscles to even hold my breath, so I ended up taking it all in.
       And that's when I passed out into a hallucinogenic fuzz.

       *****

       I woke up feeling confused, my head and my senses all betraying me.
I hated the confusion, it made me feel nauseous, so I listened to my body
and went back to sleep.

       *****

       I woke again, only a bit less confused than the last time.  Could
hear Ski-rik's body next to me, sounding like he was in a heavy sleep.
Wasn't there something important about that?  For the life of me, I
couldn't remember.  I went back to sleep.

       *****

       My eyelids slammed open as my head cleared for the first time, and I
remembered what I had to do.
       One quick look over told me that Ski-rik was still lying there next
to me, totally conked out.  I had to do this now, before the drugs wore
off.
       But when I tried to move, I found the drug still had its effects on
my body.  Trying to get up almost made me faint, but then I did manage to
roll myself towards him.
       My left hand hit his hard dick, and moved up to where that strap was
around his base.
       Just as I got my hand on it, my body gave in as I passed out again,
fruitless.

       *****

       The next time I woke up, I found Ski-rik was lying on his stomach,
meaning my window of opportunity had passed.
       But then I lift up my arms and realized that my body was functioning
a lot better than it had been the last time.
       I tried to be gentle as I lifted Ski-rik up, and then used my body
to push him onto his side, but I was still impaired enough so that gentle
just wasn't an option.
       I grabbed the key in his dick strap and I pulled it off into my
hand.
       And then, I heard him groan, and it surprised me so much, I leapt
back and dropped him in the process, his face landing hard on the bed.
       I was sure he'd wake up, but after a couple seconds of suspense, he
still snored on.
       But a new problem presented itself.  In my initial plan, I was going
to walk the key over to my things, get dressed, and then slip out of the
lodge, letting out their captive in the night.  But now, I found I couldn't
even sit up, let alone walk anywhere.  The captive would have to wait until
the next day, and I would have to find a place to hide the key for now.
       But there wasn't anyplace around that would conceal a key, at least
none that wouldn't require me getting up from bed.
       As I felt the drugs take me down again, making it clear that I'd
pass out again any second, I had no option but to hide the key somewhere on
my body.  Surely, under the arm would never work with me asleep, so I moved
my hand in the direction of my butt, sighing that it was that sad option it
would come down to.
       Something made me change my mind though, some sense that as long as
I was in this earth lodge, my butt belonged to them, and would not be safe.
       So I stuck the key in my mouth and held it there as sleep took me.

       *****

       Much later, I woke up again, feeling my hole all stuffed up, and I
realized that Ski-rik was having sex with my unconscious body, apparently
feeling all recovered from the effects of the drugs.  I certainly had made
the right choice by not trying to hide anything down there.  And, for once,
I was glad about the drugs still affecting me as I went unconscious again
as he continued to plow me.


       FEBRUARY 3rd


       It was morning when I woke up, and Ski-rik was nowhere to be found.
In his place was Ku-sox, the warhawked Pawnee who was waking me up gently.
       He said something and handed me a huge tray of food, clear that he
wanted me to eat.
       I was about to say, leave it and I'll eat later, when I noticed an
obstruction in my mouth.
       That's when I realized I had the key in there still.  I could not
let him see it.
       I tried to motion with my hands that I would eat later, but he
reached over, grabbed a slice of apple with his hand, and stuck it in my
mouth.  Afraid he would see the key, I pushed it to the back of my throat.
       I shut my mouth around the apple slice, smiling at him.  I did
nothing for a moment, but he just looked at me expectantly, so I started to
chew the apple.
       And then I pretended to swallow, creating a fake gulping sound, when
really, I held the food in my mouth.
       I felt him put a piece of cooked meat to my lips, sticking that in
my mouth as well.  I chewed it along with the apple, and then pretended
again to swallow, hoping he would leave me alone.
       But then he grabbed a cup of water and put the rim to my lips, dead
set on me having a balanced meal.  I was forced to take a long drink, until
my mouth was totally full.
       As he looked at me quizzically, I was able to somehow move the key
to the front of my mouth and hide it under my upper lip before I swallowed
the mouthful.
       With that strategy in place, I was able to eat the entire tray of
food before he finally let me go back to sleep, the key still hidden.

       *****

       I woke up around lunchtime, the key still in my mouth, and the first
thing I did was remove it.  I got up and quickly made sure the earth lodge
was empty.  Yes, they must have been out for the day.
       Just as I started to get dressed in order to let out the captive
vampire, I realized that there was probably a really good reason why his
cell didn't have a single ceiling opening for light.  It must have been
because, with him not getting the blood he needed, he would bleed to death
in the light, just as Syd had done.  I needed to wait until after dark to
let him out, I decided.
       So I ate the lunch they had left for me, bathed in the stream, did
some laundry, and then read until nightfall.
       When the sun had set, I grabbed the key and my flashlight and walked
to the concealed entrance of their second earth lodge.
       "Jake, you got the key!" said the captured vampire before I even got
into view of him.
       "Okay, you'll have to stop doing that, it's very unsettling," I said
to him as I walked down into the cellar and towards his bars.
       "Oh, right, I see how it could be so, I'm sorry."
       I used the key to unlock the gate of his cell, and then again to
unlock the chains they had surrounded him with.
       "You can't imagine how thankful I am to you, Jake," he said as the
two of us pulled his chains off, and he remained naked, the front loincloth
tied around his unit the only remaining piece of clothing on the man's
studly body.  "Mmm, I feel weak.  Would you help me outside?"
       "Of course."
       He put his muscled arm around my neck, and I led him out of the
lodge, and then we both sat down on a nearby log.
       He gazed towards the sky.  "Oh, my Lord in Heaven, thank You for
giving my eyes the sight of Your beautiful sky."  I assumed he was speaking
figuratively, and not literally addressing God, whom the vampires didn't
believe in.
       "The stars sure are beautiful, aren't they?"
       "Indeed.  I owe you the experience of seeing them again, just as I
owe you my life.  I'm indebted to you."  He smiled, his eyes twinkling,
looking endlessly deep.
       "I'm glad to help."
       "Can I just ask one more favor of you?"
       "You can ask."
       "I'm only asking you because it feels so, so good to have you close
to me."
       I worried he had smelled my rare blood type, and was asking
permission to have a taste.
       "It's been so long since my telepathy has really worked on anyone,
and having you walk into range of my mind was like, well, it was like being
shown a beautiful Michelangelo masterpiece after years of being
blindfolded.  I only heard the thoughts I couldn't shut out if I wanted to,
but I can actually go deeper and really read you deeply properly."
       "Do you really need my permission to do that?"
       He shook his head.  "Actually, no, I could force you into it if I
desired to, but I won't, I promise you.  And I should let you know, I do
not lie.  What do you say, will you let me probe you?"
       It sounded oddly sexual to me.
       He chuckled.  "I can assure you, there's nothing the least bit
sexual to the act."
       "Alright, sure," I said.  "I don't have anything to hide.  Do as you
please."
       "It would take me hours to go through your whole history, so I'm
just going to do a light dip for now.  It would assist me if you let your
mind wander anywhere it wants to go, don't try to direct it yourself."
       "Umm, okay," I said, feeling a bit weirded out by the whole thing.
       I shut my eyes, and tried to just let my mind wander.  Wander it
did, going from my upbringing, to my recent revelations and attacks by the
vampires, to me rescuing the Territory slaves.
       After a couple minutes, he said, "You can open your eyes.  Thanks so
much for indulging me, Jake."  He was smiling at me.
       "Of course."
       "You're the Eversor," he said.
       "The what?"
       "The, uh, the One."
       "Oh, right, my odd gene, yes, I guess I'm guilty."
       He put his hand on my head, and it was remarkable how soothing his
touch was.  "And you're a man of deep religious faith and convictions."
       "Yes, that's right," I said, hoping he wouldn't freak out about
that.
       "You're an extremely good person, Jake.  Very moral, and very brave.
And you're a very beautiful man physically as well."
       "Uh, thanks."
       "I'm going to invite you to come with me," he said with a smile.
"You would make an excellent one of my kind.  Come with me to my brothers,
and we'll turn you.  You can do much more good with us than you will on
your own."
       "That's very kind of you, but I don't ever want to be a vampire," I
said.
       "A blooddemon?  Oh no, of course you don't.  But that's not—"
       "--I'd rather remain as I am."
       "Ah, yes, I understand.  You cling to your tether to your humanity.
No, I see now.  What I have to give you would only cause you
consternation."
       "What will you do now?"
       "I'll leave, tend my wounds, and then come back here to deliver
justice to the Pawnee."
       "What does that mean?"
       "I'm going to kill them for what they've done, and in order to make
sure they don't victimize someone else in the future."
       "No," I said.  "Please don't kill them."
       "I have to, Jake."
       "You said you owed me something.  I'm asking you to just walk away
from here and leave them behind.  I know what they did was awful, but I'm
tired of all the bloodshed."
       "Alright, I promise not to hurt them, for your sake.  Oh, one of
them actually speaks English for goodness sake, the one with the buffalo
helmet.  He only pretends not to understand."
       "Ahh, that's good to know."
       He looked up and down at me.  "Now, if you're going to refuse my
offer of turning you, let me do something else.  Let me be your guardian.
If you'll have me, I swear to stay with you, to guard you against evil
until such time I can ascertain your long-term security, even if that takes
years."
       "Listen, that is such a sweet offer, and you seem like a very kind
man, and you certainly are a beautiful person, inside and out."
       "Thank you, Jake.  As are you."
       "But I think I need to remind you that you may know me well now
because you've, uh, probed me with your mind.  But I still barely know
you."
       "Sorry, sometimes I forget that.  I wish I could just give you my
telepathy and have you probe me as well, so you could see my honesty and
conviction for yourself."
       "But since that's just not an option, I'm going to have to turn your
offer down, though I am flattered."
       "I understand," he said.  "At least let me take you away from here.
Let me take you wherever you need to go.  To your family, it seems."
       "No thanks, I swore I'd stay with the Pawnee through tonight, and
I'm not big on breaking my word."
       "That is very honorable.  Alright then, I can sense they are on
their way back now.  I'd better leave before they drag me into any unwanted
confrontations."
       "Will I ever see you again?" I asked.
       He smiled.  "That remains to be seen.  We can only hope."
       "Oh, what's your name, anyway?"
       "Samuel."
       "Just Samuel?  Like just Cleopatra?"
       He laughed.  "Indeed.  Just Samuel.  Now, if you would be so kind as
to look away from me and cover your ears."
       "Really?"
       "Really."
       "Okay."  I faced away from him and covered my ears, as he asked.
After a few seconds, I asked, "How long do I have to do this?"
       When I heard nothing in response, I turned my head.  Samuel was
completely vanished.
       I went back into the main earth lodge to see the six Pawnee had only
just arrived, with them just finishing lighting all their fires.
       "I have something I need to tell all of you," I announced.  I looked
at Ki-wa-go.  "And you, I know you know English, Ki-wa-go.  Why have you
been pretending you didn't?"
       He looked at me disdainfully under that buffalo helmet.  "Because
the sound of English makes my ears scream.  Even more when I hear it come
out of my own mouth."
       "Well, translate for me, please.  Tell them that I'm not going to
play any games, that I'm just going to come clean."
       Ki-wa-go translated into Pawnee for the others.
       I held up the stolen key in my hand.  "I've released your prisoner.
He's long gone, and there's no way you'll ever get him back."
       Ki-wa-go was so stunned, he couldn't translate for a moment.  When
the words finally did come, the other five all gasped in surprise.
       "You idiot," Ki-wa-go said.  "He was our lifeline.  Our means of
survival."
       "I don't care," I said.  "It was wrong to keep him enslaved, to use
him like you did."
       "He was no saint.  He killed two of our men."  Which surely happened
when he tried to break his brother out of their captivity.
       "I don't care.  I don't want you to go after him, and I don't think
it's right for you to hold anyone else captive like that, ever again."
       Ki-wa-go translated, still never looking me directly in the eye.
"What are we supposed to do now?"
       "I filled my pack with blood packets, enough to last you weeks.
That should be plenty of time for you to find a plan B.  If you relocated a
bit west, you could put your camp near Fools Gold, and you could buy or
trade for blood there.  Also, I know they have an enormous store of these
blood packets in Mareshead.  You might be able to launch a raid party and
steal their blood."  The second option was particularly enticing to me.
       Ki-wa-go translated everything.
       "I think this is the perfect opportunity to try and better
yourselves.  Think of what your wives, mothers, sisters, and daughters
would have wanted, before they died."
       "No.  I'm not translating that," Ki-wa-go said in disgust.
       "Fine, I don't care."  I pulled out the blood packets.  "But tell
them since you've obviously agreed that no more than two of you should feed
off me in a day, which I wholeheartedly agree with, four of you will need
to get used the idea of drinking these tonight."
       As Ki-wa-go translated, I handed out four packets, skipping Ki-wa-go
and Le-sha-ro because I knew they were the two who still would be able to
drink my blood that night.  Ku-rux in particular looked disgusted at the
packet.
       Ku-sox was the first to bravely suck down the blood inside.
Sha-ku-ru quickly followed suit, and it didn't even look like it tasted bad
while he drank it.
       Ski-rik and Ku-rux took a whole lot more convincing, but they too
drank the packets, because, really, what other option did they have?
       And then the evening turned into business as usual, with dinner
being made, Ku-sox getting me to eat more and more food, and then the sex
starting.  All of the sex was pretty much like it had been the first two
nights, only this time, Le-sha-ro and Ki-wa-go drank my blood, with the
latter being particularly brutal.