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Authors name: Joergen Karlsson (konkelberry@yahoo.com)
Story title : Apache
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Apache (Fdom+/M, intr, ws, v)
by Joergen Karlsson (konkelberry@yahoo.com)
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Author note: This story may be distributed for free by
anyone, anyhow and anywhere, as long as nobody messes it
up (... any further.).
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 year, for
defending herself against a soldier who had tried to rape
her at the well. She could easily have killed the brutal
beast, but didn't. 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 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 hadn't 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. 19 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.
The right hand sank down between her soft and slender
thighs. She just had to do something about that tension.
As she teased her thick labia with light touches and
rolled the astonishingly big and almost black nipples
between the left hands fingers, there was a sudden roar
of pain from the other side of the hill. A male voice, so
tormented she couldn't 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 young body gleamed with sweat and
stenches of the foes blood as she spun around and landed
a perfect kick that broke the soldiers 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 victims face.
Little Eagle smiled and picked up where she had left off
down in the stream. She watched the girls huge breasts
and started to stroke her own purple-shining labia. A
golden ray appeared from between the stout girls mature
buttocks and found its way to the man's 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 soldiers 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 there's one soldier, there's 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 why are they playing around like this? Like
careless children..."
Little Eagle heard sparkling girlish giggles as she
looked for the rest of the troops. She moved cautiously,
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 winds direction. At least now, they
wouldn't 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 men's 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... don't 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 wasn't as bad as she had expected. He would survive if
she started treating him right away. Without thinking
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
her ass trying to stop the woman he thought was going to
scalp and kill him.
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 his
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 wonderfully
good every time 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 didn't 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 Eagle's 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
this 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-female 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 beautiful. 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 had all started with that imbecile Jimmy Carson,
running after some teenage Indian girl they had almost
caught hunting in what was known as the forbidden zone.
The Indians weren't 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 firmly muscled stomach, the
slender yet muscled 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
weren't 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 shimmering in the
Princess' pubic hair. "Look, Princess' pussy is full of
shining silver."
"I wonder if she raped the poor fish," Viper laughed. "Oh
no, not Little Princess! She's 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 nobody's 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
couldn't understand and reached for her arm.
One of the others said something she did understand:
"Leave her alone."
The brute's 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.
That's 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. Every time 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 victims 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 girls wet cunt,
with a skill that didn't 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 girls amusement.
"The white pig likes to get beaten half to death."
"And to suck on a little virgin-pussy."
"I'll give him something to choke on," Rose giggled.
"Mmm... you're so fat, he wont be able to breathe. You'll
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.
"You're 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
soldiers 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 shot 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 her young 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 looked at 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 didn't 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 didn't 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 didn't take long until
she went over the edge with a delighted roar.
The gracious woman climbed off and started to masturbate
him with 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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there's no response, I'll retire. Mail me at:
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