Changed by the experience

Aponi eventually woke up groggy and confused, not sure where she was or why she felt so sore. Then she felt cum leaking out of her a bit better, and it all came flooding back. She stood up, panicked and terrified, someone seeing her naked and covered in cum like a cheap whore. She looked around, happy that it seemed to be a slow moment for the business.

She quickly made her way to one of the supply closets. She grabbed her torn-up clothes along the way. She stood there for a moment in the closet, getting her breathing under control. She then, once she was calmer, took in the remains of her previous outfit and saw they were a last cause. She sighed to herself at the situation and quickly grabbed one of the outfits stored at the museum, which was a river people outfit.

She put it on quickly and rushed to the front, where several confused tourists were looking around, wondering where she was. She quickly took the money and gave them their tickets. She sat there for a long moment not thinking about anything. Though eventually the full force of what Noah had just done to her hit her with the force of a truck.

"He raped me," Aponi whispered to herself, wondering why she hadn't already called the police. Though as she thought about it, it has really been rape. Sure, he had been a bit rough with her and had destroyed her clothes, but she had her yelling at him and making a nuisance of herself. He was only trying to get her to calm down. Aponi thought on that train, and I thought, stunned, how she was making excuses for Noah despite what he had just done to her.

She thought back on what just happened: him grabbing her, lifting her up like a child, and then tearing her clothes off her like they were held together with duct tape. Then slamming her into the ground again, thrusting his dick into her, forcing her to feel his dick inside of her and his balls on her ass. All the way through, her vision faded in and out from the lack of oxygen.

She heard a weird sound and tried to figure out where it came from until she started feeling something and looked down. She was touching herself without realizing the memory of her own rape. God, what was wrong with her, but she knew exactly why. He has done the right thing being a white man and taking his unjust prize.

How long has she noticed, without ever mentioning it, the difference in muscle for her people? Her mother and grandmother fulfilled with muscle, while her father and grandfather had none with perfectly manicured nails for the delicate work they did. She grew up gaining muscles from hard work, while her brothers got hand crops from too much basket weaving.

She'd expected to marry one of her tribe's nans, who would doubtfully gloat to her at length the one time he managed to hunt a couple of rabbits. The only reveal of a masculine thing they could claim to have done, and even then it was usual through a trap and not bagging the prey with a bow and arrow.

This time though, Aan has claimed her, picked her up like she was just a doll, and used her for his own pleasure. He'd been a dirty evil white man coming to claim an innocent Indian girl against her will and drag her back to his home to use as a sex toy for the rest of her life. The thought of that had dripped in anticipation like never before.

"No!" She screamed at herself much to the surprise of nearby customers, who she gave an apologetic smile to and gave more paying customers their tickets. At the end of the day I will go to Noah and demand he turn himself over to the police, or she'll report him to him. One way or another he will pay for what he has done.

Noah sat at the entrance to his usual alley, a wide grin on his face. He'd long run out of boobs that helped him forget his shitty situation, but he didn't then today. He'd after the beer had worn off what he'd done. He was proud of himself; he made one dirty injun pay for what they'd done to him and his legacy.

He was probably going to have some tribal police show up and beat the ever-loving shit out of him for it. Then they take him to jail, but they couldn't beat the grin off his face no matter how hard they tried. Though he had no doubt they'd try very hard to do just that. The day went by in a bit of happy haze; he got no money from his hat out. When you're homeless and smiling like you were, everyone thinks you're a junkie, not a guy who lost everything to a bullshit legal case.

The final hours of the day come, the sun starting to set, so knowing better than to stay out in the open for the night, he was about to make his way to the little hidey where he could sleep safely in. That's when she showed up no doubt here to confront him about what he had done to her. He looked to her expecting screaming and an attack. He wasn't sure whether she would use a gun or a knife to end him.

Though he did vaguely recall that one exhibit that had the weapons of the Pima people on display. So he should be expecting an arrow to the heart or to get his head bashed in with an iron wood war club. She didn't pull out a weapon; instead, she simply stared at him for a moment. Eventually she spoke up to him. "Come with me," Aponi said, confusing Noah. In the end he decided to humor her considering she had him dead to rights with the whole rape thing.

She led him to her car a sway in her step that caused her ass to jiggle side to side as she walked. She unlocked it and said. "Get in," I said in a calm voice. Noah, wondering if she just wanted to take him somewhere else to kill him, got in. It wasn't like he had a lot to live for, and it was instant instead of the years he'd no doubt suffered in prison before he was finally shanked.

The drive was quiet, Aponi keeping her eyes on the road. Noah made no move to talk either; he was going to beg for his life, and he'd already given the best insult he could by raping her. So the drive went by in a weighted silence that only ended once they reached their destination. Noah looks around surprised. "A motel?" Noah asked Aponi, clearly confused she left him in the car and went inside by herself.

Noah sat there confused, trying to figure out where she was going with this. Eventually after a few minutes she came back for him. "Come on," Aponi told him, and having nothing better to do and wondering what exactly she was planning, followed her once more. She walked him to the motel, and then upon the stairs, they saw a couple vending machines as they were waking up.

"You need to eat or drink?" Aponi asked Noah, confusing him, but then he figured it was a cheap version of a last meal. So he agreed and got Cheetos, crackers, and a mountain dew. It wasn't the greatest meal, but it would be a decent one. Snacks and drinks in the hotel; she led him to one of the motel's rooms. She quickly put in her room key and opened the door.

He followed in after her, seeing the typical setup. There were two beds, a bathroom, a TV, and a table with two chairs to the side. He sat down at the chairs while Aponi went to the bathroom; he took his time enjoying his snacks and drink. All too soon he was done and looking around wondering what was going to happen next.

Not wanting to be left in suspense any longer, he had just straight up asked her. "Okay, so now what come out of the bathroom with a pistol and a silencer? Splatter my brains that way?" Noah asked, figuring he might as well guess the method of his execution before Aponi actually went and did him. She responded by coming out of the bathroom, her outfit shocking him into stunned silence for a moment.