Posted by Cindy on December 19, 2004 at 09:35:50:
Jill moved closer to the warmth of the crackling fire, and pulled her long leather coat more tightly over the multiple layers of clothes that protected her from the chill autumn wind, grateful for the fur-lined over-the-knee boots that kept her legs and toes warm. She smiled as she relished her day's triumphs - seven handsome young indians killed nude - two blown apart by her double-barrelled shotgun, two shot down with her Colt-45, and three gutted with her long knife. "If they want to fight naked," she thought, "they got it coming to them," recalling how easily her heavy-gauged bullets had punctured bare and unprotected indian bellies, chests and backs, and how the indians' soft, vulnerable groin flesh had offered no resistance to her sharp steel knife blade.
Jill yawned and lay down contentedly by the fire, cradling her shotgun, unaware of the slight movement in the brush behind her. The young brave crept forward silently, determined to avenge his slain brothers, wooden tomahawk in one hand, and completely naked except for a tiny, loose-hanging loincloth that barely covered his manhood. A twig snapped and Jill wheeled around, just as the indian leapt toward her, tomahawk raised for the kill. No time to aim, Jill fired her shotgun wildly towards the airborne savage, a heavy slug grazing the warrior's bare right side and tearing out a piece of flesh just above the hip bone. The force of the blast blew the tomahawk from the indian's right hand.
"Arrgghhh" yelled the indian, as he hit the ground with a heavy thud inches from the armed cowgirl. Before she could fire again, the wounded indian, now disarmed, was on top of her, muscular hands tightening around her neck, even as a stream of blood trailed down his naked hip and leg. The wool scarf around her neck gave Jill a moment's protection, but her 30-odd years were no match for the much younger brave's natural strength. She knew she'd have to fight dirty to save her life, taking every advantage of her naked enemy's vulnerability. With her free right hand, she ripped the loincloth easily from the indian's body, and in the same moment brought her heavy boot up with all her strength between the indian's bare legs and into his now fully exposed genitals. "Uuuuunnnnnnggggggggggghhhhhh" gasped the nude indian, loosening his grasp, and paralyzed in agony.
Jill brought her gloved fist hard into the stripped indian's soft, naked belly, knocking him backwards. "Uummmmmpppphhhh" grunted the indian, his bare skin offering no resistance to the rapid volley of punches that Jill now delivered to the wounded indian's unprotected groin and abdomen. On the offensive now, Jill picked up her shotgun by the barrel and swung the heavy metal and wood stock hard into the nude indian's exposed genitals. "Arrrrrrgggghh-oww-ungghh" yelled the indian grasping his wounded penis and balls.
Jill swung again, but this time the indian side-stepped, and in the same motion grabbed the fully-clothed cowgirl around the waist from the front with all his strength. Jill pounded the naked indian's bare back and sides with her free fist in a desperate effort to pry him loose. But the indian tightened his grip, squeezing the breath from her, his fully nude torso now pulling Jill's heavily clothed body towards him in a vicious bearhug. In the midst of this life and death struggle, Jill noticed the indian's bare penis now hard and erect against her leather pants.
Jill fought an almost uncontrollabe urge to unzip her jeans and feel the wounded indian's vulnerable manhood inside her. But she was gasping for air now, and knew her only chance was with the weapons she'd carefully concealed in her clothing. With her free right hand, Jill reached into the pocket of her long heavy leather coat and felt for the hidden Bowie knife. The naked and unarmed indian too was losing blood from the shotgun wound Jill had inflicted, and tightened his grip even more, in a last effort to squeeze the remaining breath out of his armed and fully clothed adversary. Jill dropped the shotgun from her left hand.
In a superhuman effort, the cowgirl pulled the knife from her coat pocket and plunged it with all her remaining strength into the indian's bare left thigh. "Unnggghhh" he gasped, loosening his grip at last. Jill pulled out the knife, and buried it deep in the indian's lower abdomen. "Aaaarrrrrrrgggghhh" gagged the indian, as Jill pulled the bloody blade roughly out and stepped back, free now from the indian's death-hug. His back to the campfire, the indian's fully nude body was now silhouetted by the flames, still handsome and strong despite the three ragged and bloody shotgun and knife wounds inflicted by the cowgirl.
Jill took a moment to take in the savage's complete naked and unarmed vulnerability, in stark contrast to her own armed and fully clothed power. The indian now clutched his bleeding low belly wound in an effort to staunch the blood seeping rhrough his fingers. Despite the battering she had given it, the indian's penis remained firm and erect, pointing directly at her, as if this helpless, exposed symbol of dying manhood could still fight back against her loaded guns and knives. Calmly now and with a smile, Jill planted her boots apart, unholstered both her six-guns in a single smooth motion, adopted a firing stance, and pointed her two guns directly into the indian's middle at point blank range, one gun aimed at the erect penis, the other slightly higher, aiming into the soft exposed groin flesh right above the genitals.
"Reach fot the sky, injun," bellowed Jill viciously, feeling all her power, and relishing fully the killing moment. The indian must have heard those words before, because he immediately raised his arms high over his head in total surrender, exposing his nude and bleeding vulnerability even more fully to the cowgirl's two guns. Aiming carefully with one gun, Jill fired directly into the indian's erect and naked penis, tearing it from his body, and leaving a bloody hole where the symbol of his manhood had been. "Aaaaaaajjjjjjhhhggg" screamed the indian. Jill wasn't sure if the primordial scream had more to do with the indian's lost masculinity or with the gaping bullet holes and knife wounds she'd inflicted on the indian's naked body.
The indian staggered wildly towards her, bare arms raised as if to ward off the heavy slugs and firepower that now belched from Jill's two guns. She fired again and again in rapid succession into the indian's naked groin, belly, solar plexus, chest and nipples, the force of the bullets lifting the indian off the ground, and punching him backwards into the campfire, where he landed heavily on his back amidst the crackling flames. Jill holstered her guns, and watched as the nude, shot indian - arms and legs splayed to either side of his body - was consumed by the flames.
Jill mounted her horse, and rode slowly away into the darkening night, the bodies of the two nude indians she'd killed earlier still flung behind her. Grasping the reins in her left hand, she carressed the naked buttocks and thighs of her prey with her right hand. It had been a busy day. Now she needed to find a safe and quiet place to sleep. Maybe tomorrow she would return to kill some more stripped male - or perhaps female - indians.