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.

The End