The naked, large-bosomed, red-haired slave licked and kissed at me and then, when I wished, unable to help herself, cried out her yielding to me.
She was still muchly covered with mud and had been somewhat beaten.
I had acquired her as a portion of my share of the loot from the Yellow Knives.
It seemed that when she had come to my lodge she had thought that her life with me, I being white, might be easier than it would be with a red master.
She had then spent the night outside the lodge, naked, in the rain, her hands tied behind her back, her neck tied to a stake.
She lay beneath me in the mud. I had freed her hands, but her neck was still fastened to the stake.
"Master," she gasped. "Master!"
"Cespu, Mira!" I called. The girls came running, summoned slaves.
I indicated the large-bosomed redhead at my feet.
"Free her of the stake," I said, "and then clean and comb her. Make her sparkle."
"Yes, Master," said Mira.
"Then take her to Grunt, as a present," I said. "He will know what to do with her."
"Yes, Master," said Cespu.
"Yes, Master," said Mira.