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Authors name: Joergen Karlsson (konkelberry@yahoo.com)
Story title : Apache
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WARNING! This story contains some rather violent pass-
ages. If youīre offended by Female Domination, young
girls beating up a grown man, Inter-racial sex, golden
showers, face-sitting, trampling, or... if youīre a
sound, politically correct individual who despises
filthy sex-stories and fantasies, then stop reading
right now! (You shouldnīt be here in the first place,
should you?)
APACHE
by Joergen Karlsson (konkelberry@yahoo.com)
Little Eagle finished her meal and put out the fire.
The sun was rising behind the mountains at the horizon.
It was a beautiful sight. She would meet her family
again, after a long absence. The white soldiers had
brought her to their territory, a dead town for the
living dead, the soul-- and mindless people.
She had been imprisoned for one and a half years, for
defending herself against a soldier who had tried to
rape her at the well. She could easily have killed the
brutal beast, but didnīt. Killing a soldier meant a
certain death sentence, and further punishment on her
tribe. But she had made sure that he would never ever
manage to force himself on another woman again.
She was a delicate young woman, but strong and skilled
in her tribes fighting techniques. A clumsy, drunken
soldier meant as much harm to her as a mouse did to a
bear. Measuring almost six foot and weighing about 140
pounds, with waist-long raven-black hair and a face
that radiated both feminine beauty and merciless
cruelty, she kept most men at a distance. Except for
the stupid. Or the very brave.
She came without a horse and without any weapons, but
a feline will always find ways to catch a prey. Little
Eagle grew up in this landscape, and hadnīt forgotten
how to set a trap. Yesterday, at dawn, she had even
caught a jackrabbit with her bare hands.
The dark brown apache-woman undressed and squatted in
the stream. The icy cold water washed away the dirt as
well as her fatigue. She splashed some water on her
small, pointy breasts and sighed. What she needed the
most for the moment was a man. She would even settle
for a white man, for once in a lifetime. Living in
celibacy for such a long time could drive anybody
insane. She had seen it happen to several good women
who had lost their male companions. Nineteen months
without a man, with nothing but her fingers to comfort
her, meant that the first man she spotted out here in
the wilderness was in for a rough treat, she smiled to
herself.
The right hand sank down between her soft and slender
thighs. She just had to do something about that ten-
sion. As she teased her thick labia with light touches
and rolled the astonishingly big and almost black
nipples between the left handīs fingers, there was a
sudden roar of pain from the other side of the hill.
A male voice, so tormented she couldnīt decide whether
it was one of her own kind or one of the other kind.
She ran, or rather climbed, the steep hill as fast as
she could. When she reached the top, her eyes caught
the sight of a white soldier, naked from the waist
down, being beaten and kicked out of his raping-mood
by three Apache-girls in their early teens. They
swarmed the helpless, bleeding man like bees and
dished out a cruel punishment.
One of the girls, the one who was completely naked,
Little Eagle remembered as a shy and poetic little
creature at the age of twelve. That was before her own
time in prison. The very same girl had now developed
not only a thick black bush around her sex and a pair
of dangling, orange-sized breasts, but also great
fighting-skills. Her firm body gleamed with sweat and
stenches of the foes blood as she spun around and
landed a perfect kick that broke the soldierīs already
battered nose. She let out a shriek of triumph as he
fell to the ground, with sickening dark-red spurts
pumping from the bruised face.
They finished him off by kicking him in the head
several times, then tied his feet together and his
arms behind the back. The other two girls undressed
and one of them, a rather fat, mean-looking predator
that looked far too sexy for her fourteen years of
age, squatted over the unconscious victimīs face.
Little Eagle smiled and picked up where she had left
off down in the stream. She watched the girlīs huge
breasts and started to stroke her own purple-shining
labia. A golden ray appeared from between the stout
girlīs mature buttocks and found its way to the manīs
slightly parted lips. The fountain of blood had by now
seized. She washed away the dirt from his face with
her salty liquid. And she washed his filthy mouth
thoroughly.
As the tallest of the three girls sat down and started
to piss in the soldierīs face, Little Eagle had a long
and wonderful orgasm. Then, as the last waves of
heavenly pleasure swept through her naked body, she
suddenly started thinking clearly: "Where thereīs one
soldier, thereīs at least five other soldiers. They
never ride alone, not even in a friendly territory like
this. Surely, the girls must be aware of that. So how
come they play around like this? Like some careless
children..."
Little Eagle heard sparkling girlish giggle as she went
looking for the rest of the troops. She moved cautious-
ly, without making a sound. A few minutes later she
heard the sound of a horse. And then another one. Naked
and unarmed she hid behind a giant rock, and then
crawled around the spot where the noise was coming
from, in a big semi-circle, away from the windīs
direction. At least now, they wouldnīt be able to smell
her. She waited for a long time, only a few steps away
from the camp. But there were no voices. Just the smell
of human beings. And blood.
As she had expected, there were six horses, tied to
different trees. The moment later she discovered the
corpses of four white soldiers, killed by Apache-
arrows. Their faces expressed surprise and shock. Two
of them had been shot in the back. There was a trail
of dried blood in the sand, towards a fallen tree.
Little Eagle picked up one of the dead menīs long
knives and headed for the wounded enemy.
The young uniformed man was lying on the side, with an
arrow buried in the chest. He was barely conscious, but
managed to reach out his right hand in a pathetic
gesture. He was begging her: "Please, please... donīt
kill me." Little Eagle knew the meaning of those words.
She signed for him to be quiet and lowered herself,
still with the knife in her hand, to inspect the wound.
It wasnīt as bad as she had expected. He would survive
if she started treating him right away. Without think-
ing about it, Little Eagle had lowered herself over his
face, as she paid full attention to his wound. In a
desperate attempt to save his own life, the weak and
bleeding man reached out his tongue and started licking
the crack of the ass of the woman he thought was going
to scalp and kill him right there and then.
The tickling sensation when the almost dry tongue swept
past her tight rim almost sent her tumbling forwards,
towards a certain death for her fallen enemy. But she
regained her balance and let him have his way with the
tongue. No man, who deserved to be called a man, would
lick a woman in the ass. For a second she thought about
killing him for his cowardice, but it felt so good, the
lively tongue up and down her ass. It felt so wonder-
fully good everytime it ran over her asshole, her
filthy hole, her shit-hole, so good!
She knew she should remove the arrow and clean the
wound in his chest if she wanted to be sure to save his
life, but that didnīt seem as important as his work in
her darkest regions. Nothing did.
At least ten minutes later, ten minutes closer to the
death of the pale soldier, Little Eagleīs beautiful
body started shivering. The orgasm was so strong, so
intense, that she almost fainted.
She sighed. Now, it was high time to get to work. She
had plans for the pale-skinned wimp.
When William Gates returned to the land of the living,
it was in the middle of the night and he was covered
with army blankets. The Apache-beauty he thought was
going to kill him, but instead had saved his life, was
sitting in front of the camp fire at his feet, wrapped
in one of their blankets, watching him with her dark,
observant eyes. The pain in his chest was sharp, and
made each breath feel like it might be his last. But
he somehow felt that he was going to pull through. The
indians knew how to deal with this kind of wounds. The
moment later he fell asleep again.
He awoke at the break of dawn, when she slapped his
face and urged him to sit up and drink some steaming
hot liquid that smelled awful. He managed to swallow
the bitter-tasting brew and kissed her hand as she
helped him to lie down again. With a blurring vision,
he watched the naked woman grab one of the army rifles
and leave the camp. Then everything went black.
At noon, the smell of grilled rabbit meat brought him
back to reality. He was lying in the shade, not far
away from the dark-brown nymph by the fire. She was
sitting in her normal squat-position, shamelessly
spreading her thighs and exposing her delicate cunt,
as she ate. Her labia was remarkably thick and beau-
tiful. Dark red, or was it purple? He remembered
licking her ass, to persuade her to spare his life,
and wondered if there were any chances she would let
him lick her the way a man is supposed to lick a woman.
Probably not. And he should be more than grateful to
her. Four of his comrades, possibly all five, had been
killed by her tribe. He had recognized the arrow in
his chest.
It all started with that imbecile Jimmy Carson, running
after some teenage girl they had almost caught hunting
in what was known as the forbidden zone. The indians
werenīt allowed to do that in this area, but Carson was
the only one making an issue out of it.
Little Eagle noticed the soldier staring at her cunt
for several minutes. That was only part of her plan.
She walked towards him, sat down really close and
handed him a piece of meat, allowing him a good view
of her magnificent breasts, her firm stomach, the
slender and strong thighs and the dark treasure between
them. The smell of the meat mixed with the scent of her
sex, and she could tell that he noticed.
#-#-#
The three Apache-girls - the cute and shy-looking
Little Princess, not yet 14 years of age, the grim,
fully-grown Mountain Rose, almost one year older and
the 15-year-old with the suiting name Black Viper -
had left their home ground for a hunting trip. They
all knew that they werenīt allowed to visit this area
at all, and especially not to go hunting here. But
they also knew that the white soldiers hardly ever
bothered to come this far north.
They had spent the first night around the camp fire,
under the stars, eating, gossiping about boys and
telling each other rude jokes that would have made
their parents furious. They slept tightly squeezed
together that night, close to the fire.
They woke up while it was still dark and hurried out
in the bushes. When they were done with their morning
toilet, they ran to the small lake and threw themselves
into the cold water. They swam, splashed water at each
other and wrestled joyfully for a while.
Black Viper caught two big fish for breakfast and
forced Little Princess to kill and gut them, because
she knew how much the younger girl hated to touch
those slimy creatures.
Viper and Rose swam across the lake a few times,
before they returned to the sulking Princess, who was
preparing the meal. Rose discovered something shimmer-
ing in the Princessī pubic hair.
"Look, Princessī pussy is full of shining silver."
"I wonder if she raped the poor fish," Viper laughed.
"Oh no, not Little Princess! Sheīs still a virgin. Or
at least she was twenty minutes ago," Rose decided.
"SHUT UP, YOU TWO!!" the smaller girl screamed. "Shut
up and eat. I hope you choke on the damn fish!"
Still, hours later, in a gruesome mood, Little Princess
wandered off on her own with her bow and arrows,
determined to show the others that she was nobodyīs
fool, by shooting an impressive animal and eating the
best parts herself. That would show them.
Then, all of a sudden, she stood face to face with six
soldiers. She froze as one of them approached her with
a dangerous smile on his face. He screamed something
she couldnīt understand and reached for her arm. One
of the others said something she did understand:
"Leave her alone."
The bruteīs filthy hand squeezed her shoulder, then
her breasts. Little Princess reacted with a quick
punch to the nose. The others laughed as her enemy
staggered backwards. Princess grabbed the opportunity
and fled. The ugly soldier followed her like an evil
shadow, with tear-filled eyes and blood running down
his chin.
At the same moment, Rose and Viper fired from short
distance. One of the soldiers took an arrow in the
back of his neck, another got hit in the head. They
were both still living as they hit the ground, but
not much longer.
The third one took one in the throat, and the fourth
died with an arrow between his gaping lips. Number
five screamed in sheer horror as he stumbled and fell
to the ground with an arrow embedded in his chest.
The massacre was over in ten seconds. Only one shot
had been fired by the shocked soldiers, and that had
been well off target.
The soldier caught up with Little Princess in a dry
riverbed. He punched her in the stomach and started
tearing off her clothes. When she crawled around naked
and crying on the sharp rocks, he pulled off his own
trousers and tried to steer his stiff penis into her
unwilling body.
Thatīs when her friends arrived. Viper landed a
snapping punch to his jaw from behind, and Rose kicked
him in the ribs the moment later.
Rose and Viper pissed him in the face, as he slowly
regained consciousness. When the brute realized what
had happened, he turned his head and spat at least a
dozen times, to get rid of the foul taste in his
mouth. Then he started the futile struggle to free
himself from the ropes that tied his arms and legs.
The girls watched and taunted the helpless man. Every
now and the they kicked and beat him until he begged
them to stop. The furious Little Princess made him cry
twice, as she repeatedly hit him in the crotch and
walked all over his tormented body, using every ounce
of her 95 pounds to force his backside against the
sharp rocks beneath him. With one foot on his chest
and the other in his face, she shifted her body-weight
from left to right and back again, over and over, like
an innocent little girl playing an innocent game.
Everytime her full weight balanced on his head, the
most sickening moans she had ever heard passed his
broken lips and tickled the leathery sole of her naked
foot that rested on his mouth.
The power and pleasure she felt as she tortured a man
more than twice her own size, was beyond words. Her
big, dark nipples grew hard as pearls and started to
ache by some wild and unknown desire as she rolled
them between her fingertips. A trickle of her freely
flowing natural juices ran down her left thigh, and
all the way down to her victimīs smashed and swollen
lips.
With a long, uncontrolled sigh, she sank down on his
mistreated face. The tip of his broken nose pressed
against her tight rim. That felt really good. The
second later, his tongue was all over the young girlīs
wet cunt, with a skill that didnīt match his brutal
manners at all. But this time he knew that his life
depended on it.
The sweet and spicy taste of the creamy sauce that
filled his mouth and ran down his throat as he
swallowed, washed away the pain and the taste of blood
and piss. Without being aware of it, his cock started
growing, to the other two girlsī amusement.
"The white pig likes to get beaten half to death."
"And to suck on a little virgin-pussy."
"Iīll give him something to choke on," Rose giggled.
"Mmm... youīre so fat, he wonīt be able to breathe.
Youīll kill him, for sure."
"Ha ha ha ha. So you better use him first, unless you
want to ride a corpse."
"I might sit on his cock instead," Viper said with a
wry smile, and started to inspect it closely.
"Youīre disgusting! Fucking a white man!?"
"Raping a white man," Viper corrected and squeezed his
testicles, that had swollen to twice their normal size,
due to Little Princess savage attacks earlier. The
soldierīs body jerked. They giggled in unison and
watched their younger friend as she put more pressure
on his head and then suddenly farted. Rose and Viper
started to laugh hysterically.
The only thing that existed for Little Princess was
the wave of hot pleasure that shoot through her body.
She forced his nose up her tight asshole with rough,
merciless movements. This was something she had never
ever experienced before. The series of sparkling,
amazing orgasms seemed never-ending.
Her hands played a brutal game with the young and firm
breasts, as the sweat poured down the exhausted girlish
body. When she reached the top of the mountain, she
dug her sharp fingernails into the prey, called out to
her ancestors and then fainted on top of him.
#-#-#
Little Eagle cleaned the chest-wound and bathed it
with a herbal mixture. Her patient was out of danger.
It was high time for some recreation and fun. Without
a word, she pulled the blanket away and watched his
long and powerful penis, that was resting on his hairy
thigh, like a sleeping snake.
The cleaning procedure became a teasing foreplay. He
grew harder and thicker in her hands, but didnīt give
up his feeble protests until she slapped him in the
face. Hard. He seemed more embarrassed than horny,
despite the nine or ten inches of pulsating cock that
pointed towards the sky. She spat him in the face and
mounted him.
He hardly moved at all, he just lay there and enjoyed
himself. Little Eagle didnīt mind. The only thing she
was interested in was the piece of stiff meat he had
to offer. She fucked him hard and fast, to kill off
the worst pain of longing.
The funny, slurping noises when their sexes met and
parted increased her burning lust. She felt like an
animal, a hynde in heat, and it didnīt take long until
she went over the edge with a delighted roar.
The gracious woman climbed off and started to mastur-
bate him with her both hands. Half a minute later, an
astonishing amount of seed came splashing through the
air in eight voluminous spurts.
She gave him almost an hour to recover. Then she got
on top of him again. This time with more passion and
less force. They made love for more than 30 minutes,
soaked in sweat in the dry afternoon heat, kissing
each other over and over again, like sweethearts. He
caressed her wonderful breasts and licked those big,
black nipples just like she wanted him to.
When he was about to unload for the second time,
Little Eagle quickly changed position and seated
herself on his face. She sucked on the enormous cock,
that was coated with her own flavor, until her mouth
filled with his warm, fish-tasting sauce. A finger
penetrated her asshole, and his licking intensified.
She held his blond hair with her left hand. His tongue
worked in circles around her clitoris. Well, all good
things must come to an end, she thought. Her body
started shivering as the waves of ecstatic pleasure
almost swept her away. Her right hand grabbed the
handle of the knife. He would make an excellent scalp.
Then she started to cut.
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A word from the author (again):
If you fancied this story, then you might want to check
out my series "SOLD" from last spring. It can be found
at Alt Sex Stories Moderatedīs archive at:
www.qz.to/erotica/assm/
I think it ran from feb. to march `98... Something like
that. Anyway... 9 chapters it was, THAT I remember.
Itīs a bit less violent, but might appeal to one or two
Femdom-freaks.
And, please, if you liked this story, then let me know.
If thereīs no response, Iīll retire. Mail me at:
konkelberry@yahoo.com
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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