[Women's Fate] Part 1: Fate of the Wilderness

Chapter Two: The Wolf Tribe
A biting wind, accompanied by swirling snow, swept across the land, making everything
tremble and submit to the Creator's tyranny.
However, in a winding valley nestled among countless snow-covered, silent mountains north of Deer Head Town, a different scene unfolded.
Tents of all sizes dotted the slopes along the banks of a small river at the valley floor. From these
tents, resembling white mushrooms under the snow, wisps of smoke occasionally rose, only to be instantly
blown away by the howling wind. From the occasionally opened tent doors came bursts of men's hearty laughter
and women's exaggerated screams.
This was the traditional wintering ground of the White Wolf Tribe
—a smaller tribe among the nomadic peoples of the wolf tribe, a group feared by all the agricultural kingdoms of the south, including Northern Yan—who roamed the northern grasslands and mountains
.
The Wolf Tribe is a nomadic people who follow the water and pastures. They have never had a proper state.
Daily affairs are managed by elders from various tribes and heads of large families.
During spring, summer, and autumn, they graze their livestock across the vast grasslands and mountain pastures, only gathering together for winter
.
Because their small population is scattered across the vast land and has no fixed abode, it is extremely
difficult for them to meet. Winter is the only season for them to gather, celebrate, and discuss matters.
Among the many tents, a large tent with a long red tassel tied to its roof stands out
. This is the chieftain's tent of the White Wolf Tribe.
The tent is very spacious, and in the center, a whole roasted lamb sizzles over a roaring campfire,
emitting an enticing aroma. Three men were drinking heavily around the campfire, slicing off pieces
of mutton and chewing them voraciously, while simultaneously thrusting into the equally drunken woman's snow-white body as they rolled and
pounded on the ground.
A tall, robust man in his early twenties, sitting some distance away by the door, slowly ate mutton while glancing sideways at the scene before him— 　　a scene perfectly normal to the wolf tribe, but utterly incomprehensible
to the people of the south . 　　 In the center of the tent, beside the campfire, a middle-aged woman with snow-white skin was sitting on a 　　tall man with thick chest hair, her white flesh jiggling 　　as she was being vigorously manipulated. She gasped and screamed, her two plump white arms raised high, her hands frantically grasping at her thick, shiny black hair. Her large breasts 　　rippled white 　　in the air with each thrust . Her wide, plump white buttocks swayed incessantly, glistening sweat trickling down her flabby 　　abdomen and into the large, inverted triangle of dark forest extending to her navel. 　　 She was Crazy Horse's biological mother, the former chieftain's wife, and also the 　　slave girl of Dora, the former chieftain's half-brother, Igula. 　　 Igula was renowned for her beauty and figure in her youth. 　　She was seized by the former chieftain, Crazy Horse's father, upon their first meeting and made his wife, becoming the matriarch of the White Wolf tribe. On their wedding night, she conceived 　　Crazy Horse. However, their happiness was short-lived. Not long after giving birth to Crazy Horse, another, more powerful wolf tribe—the Gray Wolf tribe— 　　attacked the White Wolf tribe. In the ensuing chaos, Crazy Horse's father led a few men on a steed and fled, abandoning 　　most of the White Wolf tribe, including Igula, Crazy Horse, and others, to become prisoners of the Gray Wolf tribe. Finally, 　　the Gray Wolf tribe captured all the able-bodied men and women, including Igula, and enslaved them, 　　leaving Crazy Horse and others, whom they considered burdens, behind. 　　 Later, it was said that Igula was repeatedly abducted and sold to Crazy Horse, bearing several half-siblings 　　. Last year, during a raid on the Flower Wolf tribe, Dora again captured the heavily pregnant Igula, who was about to give birth, along with other 　　women from the Flower Wolf tribe. According to wolf tribe custom, women, like horses and cattle, were property 　　. Igula was no longer a woman of the White Wolf tribe but a woman of the Flower Wolf tribe, becoming a spoil of war 　　and a sex slave. Dora, the man who captured her, became her master, and even her own son, Crazy Horse, could not 　　object. 　　 What a mature woman! She already knew how a woman could 　　survive in this dog-eat-dog world. 　　 Crazy Horse, thinking of his lonely childhood, felt a complex mix of emotions, including resentment. Crazy Horse 　　downed the wine in the copper bowl in one gulp, then walked to the campfire, cut off a piece of mutton, and popped it into his mouth . He 　　then poured the remaining wine from the jug into the bowl. He plopped down by the fire, watching through the flames as 　　Dora's two half-brothers sandwiched a slender, graceful girl between them. 　　 The girl's hands were tightly bound, and she was muttering intermittent curses, her body 　　twisting and turning in an attempt to escape her painful situation. 　　 Crazy Horse knew this was his half-sister, who had been abducted with their mother. She had only recently given birth, and 　　her pale, painful body looked particularly lovely against the backdrop of the two dark-skinned, strong men. 　　Women raised on the grasslands often have a fiery temper, but time will heal them; women, after all, have to go through 　　this sooner or later. What kind of woman is she? In the end, she'll be ridden by a man. 　　 He'd heard that she already had a lover in her original tribe. Crazy Horse tossed a sheep bone on 　　the ground as he thought. Since last night, he'd been watching these two ox-like strong men take 　　down the virgin, strip her naked, and deflower her. 　　 He'd seen one of the tall men slowly pull his long, dark brown penis out of the girl's anus 　　, then slowly insert it again, teasingly whispering in her ear, "How's it 　　going, little darling? Did it hit the spot? Not enough? Just say so, and I'll use more force!" At 　　the same time, his two large hands, which were kneading the girl's snow-white breasts, tightened their grip, their fingers like hooks, gripping her tender 　　white breasts as if trying to twist off the flesh, their fingers pinching her 　　delicate pink nipples.

The girl screamed in pain, her entire body trembling wildly. Her pale muscles quivered helplessly, her head
thrashed about desperately, and she let out painful screams.
The short man in front of her grabbed her shaking head and forced his greasy, smelly
mouth, covered in mutton fat, to her lips. He kissed her cherry-like mouth, which exhaled a woman's unique fragrance,
and his tongue entwined with hers. The girl's screams were abruptly cut off, leaving only
intermittent sobs.
Her hateful gaze began to glaze over. She mustered her remaining strength and tried
to bite off the writhing, invading object with her pearly white teeth. But the men, experienced as ever, easily defused
her last threat. Just as the girl was about to bite down, he would thrust in and
out forcefully, forcing her to cope with each impact. She felt deeply humiliated, yet a strange, indescribable pleasure began to emanate from the
thrusts. After several failed attempts, the girl resignedly lowered her head, her tongue no longer dodging, but
instead chasing and entwining itself, their saliva mingling.
When the man released her head, which was covered in black hair, the girl willingly pressed it against his chest,
her gaze becoming unfocused and vacant. Her long, strong legs, stained with blood and semen, unconsciously wrapped
around his waist.
After exchanging a knowing smile, the two men began thrusting forcefully, inching forward until they reached
Igura, who was lying on the ground, her buttocks raised in a doggy-style position, being violated from behind. They laid the girl in their arms
down in front of Igura, grabbed her long, glossy black hair, and
lifted her head, who was screaming and groaning from the intense pleasure. They brought her pink, delicate lips to
the lips of their dazed daughter, who was now exhaling fragrant breaths.
Igura struggled a few times before obediently
pressing her lips tightly against her daughter's rosy lips, biting and kissing her repeatedly.
The men exchanged glances, then began thrusting into the woman before them with frenzied force,
the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh creating a series of horrifying slapping noises. Then, almost simultaneously, they
froze, their bodies stiff and rigid like wooden sculptures, letting out wild roars, their muscles trembling,
before collapsing limply onto the women. The two women also simultaneously let out a breathtaking, seductive
cry. Their snow-white waists arched upwards, their limbs trembled, and then their bodies
went limp as if all their strength had been drained.
After a brief silence, the men sat up, pulled the two women into their arms
, and untied the young girl. The two women exchanged a glance; the mother demonstrated first, and the daughter, somewhat
clumsily following suit, obediently feeding the men pieces of mutton, then lowering themselves
to clean the men's now limp, semen-covered penises with both hands and mouth.
Mad Horse knew that from this day forward, his half-sister, like his biological mother, would begin
the life that all wolf-tribe women had to endure.
Dora picked up a copper bowl, poured half a bowl of wine, and pulled Igura into her arms. She reached out and grasped
one of Igura's large, soft, plump breasts, squeezing the purplish-red nipple against the bowl. Streams
of warm, milky milk, fragrant with the scent of cow's milk, flowed into the clear wine, swirling and diffusing.
The other two men followed suit, squeezing out milk from Igura's breasts and filling bowls with milk
wine. They raised their bowls, toasted each other, and drank them down. Then, they slapped the plump
buttocks of the two women lying in their arms, gestured with their chins toward the door, and said, "You two go out for a bit
. Come back when we need you."
The two women knew the men must have something important to discuss. They quietly stood up, bowed naked
to the men, put on heavy fur robes, and, supporting each other, left with their heads bowed.
Mad Horse knew the most important meeting of the wolf tribe leaders was about to begin. Dora grabbed a piece of meat and put it in her mouth,
chewing as she said to Mad Horse by the door, "Mad Horse! You've seen it all, we're getting worse and worse off
. Several leaders only get two women each! Now the White Wolf tribe has more men than women. Last year, they
took too many of our livestock and women. At this rate, the White Wolf tribe will be swallowed up sooner or later. If we hadn't
dealt with the Flower Wolf tribe at the last minute, we wouldn't even have this meal today."
Dora pointed at the sheep that was reduced to just a few bones as she spoke loudly. Mad Horse silently
drank his wine, his mind racing, trying to figure out what Dora would say next. In the White Wolf tribe, Mad Horse's tribe had
the fewest men, and he was never the one who got anything good. It seemed these guys were planning to scheme against
him.
“Your brothers just raided the Flower Wolf tribe, they definitely won’t let this go easily. It’s winter now, everyone’s
hiding to get through the winter, but what about next year? What will we do next year? Fight! We can’t win against them. The best we can do now is next
spring, you take your men to the grasslands near the Blackwater River Valley to graze. You didn’t participate in
the raid on the Flower Wolf tribe this time, so they won’t do anything to you. If it really doesn’t work out, we’ll definitely support
you with all our might, and fight them to the death!” Dora said loudly, waving the mutton knife in his hand.
Crazy Horse lowered his head and remained silent. He knew that the three of them must have discussed this beforehand,
and even if he wanted to object, he had no leverage. It was better to bargain and see if he could get some favorable
terms.
"I have no objection, but my tribe has too few men, and that grassland
borders the Gray Wolf and Flower Wolf tribes. What if they come to attack us? Besides, how am I supposed to explain this to my people? You
should at least offer some benefits so I can talk to you! My tribe has more men than women right now, and they're all
old women. How about you give me a few of the women you took from the Flower Wolf tribe this time? Ten sheep for one woman
, three cows for one woman, what do you think?" Mad Horse said eagerly, his face flushed.
"So you wanted to sleep with both Mom and your sister at the same time!" The three men burst into laughter.
"That won't do! Crazy Horse, you should know our wolf clan's customs. Whoever snatches a woman gets to keep her. Besides,
you saw it yourself, we just slept with her. Your mother is very fertile, and your sister has a round bottom
and a wide waist. She'll definitely get pregnant quickly too. Now, they
might even have sons on the same day! What will happen to our sons if we give them to you? Here's what we'll do! We'll give you forty more
horses. I know that just before the Lunar New Year, you only kept some breeding stock and young animals. You traded all the rest of your cattle and sheep with merchants from the south.
You think you're so clever? I reckon there's going to be a famine this winter. You sold all your cattle and sheep and hoarded so
much fodder. Are you thinking of taking advantage of the famine?" The three men said, a mix of coaxing and threats.
Crazy Horse walked dejectedly back to his tent. The cold wind stung his face.
Laughter and indistinct moans and whimpers drifted from nearby tents. This was the happiest time of year for the wolf tribe.
The solitary nomadic life of the past six months on the grasslands and mountain meadows was fully compensated for in this moment. Every year,
some women disappeared, and new faces appeared. Meanwhile, the men, drunk around the campfire,
exchanged women for livestock. When spring came,
they would leave again with their cattle, sheep, and possibly pregnant women, beginning the wolf tribe's year-after-year nomadic life.
Crazy Horse was truly in no mood for anything. Could he handle those tribes far more powerful than himself?
He anxiously crawled into his tent. In the darkness, a pair of soft, white arms encircled his
neck, and a warm, fragrant breath caressed him.
"Is it you?" Crazy Horse asked.

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