Posted by Cindy on July 12, 2005 at 11:29:40:
INDIAN REVENGE PART 2
Doe Eyes tried to keep up her own spirits and that of her comrades, but she couldn’t help but feel disheartened at the way a single fully clothed cowboy with guns aplenty had so completely exposed the Indians’ vulnerability. Despite their superior numbers, the Indians had lost one near-naked brave shot to pieces, one with four bullet wounds and his loincloth shot off, and one maiden stripped nude and beaten. Four of the remaining ten were now completely disarmed, and five were totally naked and utterly vulnerable.. Short knives had proved no match for guns, and tomahawks couldn’t stop the devastation wreaked by pistols and shotguns fired into unprotected bare bellies and breasts. Doe Eyes knew the fierce reputation of the two cowgirls they were about to confront, and now wondered if they were walking to certain death.
Knowing that only vastly superior numbers could overwhelm the two heavily armed cowgirls, she made a quick decision. “Swift Deer,” she commanded “Go back to camp and bring all the fighting young men and women. All of them!”
The loin-clothed brave hesitated. “But we have not many braves left, Doe Eyes.” Indeed, so many of the naked savages had recently been slaughtered in battle, gunned down mercilessly by frontiersmen and women and also by the Sixth Cavalry that had undertaken to exterminate their tribe, that fully half the young fighting men of the tribe had been killed, leaving less than two hundred. Women now outnumbered men two to one.
“Bring all the women too,” commanded Doe Eyes, though she knew that very few had fighting experience. She would have to count on the rage and hatred that had built in these female bellies at the loss of their braves.
As well, uniformed soldiers had been regularly raiding the Indian camp, confiscating all weapons they could find – even knives and axes. The squaws had taken to hiding weapons under their short skirts and blankets. But the booted soldiers had learned that trick and now regularly stripped the young women naked at gun-point to find the weapons, often beating, whipping and raping them to punish those found hiding weapons. They confiscated the blankets too. There were no longer enough hidden and buried knives and tomahawks for all the tribe, and there was not a single gun in the camp. Even the bows and arrows had been taken, so the Indians could no longer kill at a distance, but had to fight their enemies entirely in hand-to-hand combat. Despite all these disadvantages, Doe Eyes was determined. “Go” she commanded. And Swift Deer ran with the speed for which he was famous.
What Doe Eyes did not know was that Jake, the cowboy who had shot Red Eagle and Crazy Dog and beaten White Fawn, had immediately mounted his steed and galloped off to warn Chrissy and Jill of the impending Indian attack. Jake had found both cowgirls sitting at the campfire of their heavily fortified encampment, both clad almost identically with long leather duster coats buttoned to the chin to protect them from the chill wind over full cowboy outfits – high spurred boots over gunfighter jeans, plaid western shirts buttoned to the neck, topped by leather vests, fringed cowboy jackets with metal clasps, wide belts with metal buckles, leather gloves, cowboy hats and bandannas, six-guns holstered, and rifles and shotguns at their feet within easy reach. They were as dressed to kill as the Indians were undressed to die.
Jake arrived breathless. “Naked savages are on the warpath,” he told the girls, “less than two hours from here. I shot one of them dead and filled another with lead but he’s still alive. Punched out a naked squaw, but she got away while I was shooting the men. Knew I should have plugged her and blown her away when I had a chance. You’re gonna have to finish that job for me. But I know there’s more out there in the bushes than showed their faces. Good news is they got no guns and no horses – they’re all on foot, barefoot at that, wearing nothing but little loincloths, and fighting with nothing but little knives and wood tomahawks.”
Chrissy smiled broadly. “Now all that’s good news, Jake,” she laughed. “Why, it’s been a whole two days since I killed me an Indian and I been missing seeing that bare skin in my gunsights. I’m a-ready for some more target practice.”
But Jen was thinking of something different: “Squaw did you say, Jake? So they’re so short on braves now, they’re sending out their women to fight, eh?”
“Well, think how many braves you two alone have killed,” said Jake, “plus the soldiers have been gunning those savages down every day. No wonder they’re using their women. But don’t worry. If the one that jumped me was any indication, they got no idea how to fight.”
“Ain’t worried one bit, Jake,” retorted Jen. “Just thinking of lining up some juicy female breasts in my gunsights, and maybe some pussy too. Should be some fun.”
“Don’t know how many there are,” said Jake, not knowing that Doe Eyes had summoned all the young fighting-age men and women in her tribe. “So I’m gonna go alert the cavalry. They’re less than two hour’s ride from here. You just hold ‘em off till I bring the army back here. Then we’ll finish ‘em off once and for all.” And he rode off into the night.
The two women got to work, using the two hours warning they had to good advantage. They strengthened their fortifications with more logs and boulders, and narrowed the entrance to their encampment so that only one or two Indians at a time would be able to squeeze through the gap. They primed their array of pistols, shotguns, buffalo guns, and repeating rifles, and checked to be sure they had plenty of ammunition at the ready. Finally, they pulled out the two Gatling Guns that had raked and mowed down so many naked savages at Digger’s Canyon, and readied them for action. And then they waited.
The rest of her tribe had not yet arrived, but Doe Eyes was eager for revenge and wanted the advantage of darkness to attack. She hoped the cowgirls were asleep and also had to test out their fortifications. Ideally, she would slit both their throats while they slept. She sent two braves, one naked but for a tiny loincloth and armed with a tomahawk, the other totally naked and completely unarmed, to scout out the entrance to the camp. The nude savage silently squeezed through the camp entrance and motioned his loin-clothed comrade to follow. The two braves were inside the fortified camp and crept quietly forward across the open ground, their bare feet making no sound on the hard ground.
But Jen and Chrissy, crouched behind log fortifications, had seen the movement in the dark, the open ground inside the camp offering no hiding spot or protection for the two Indians. Shotgun in her gloved right hand, Jen threw a flare with her left, silhouetting the two Indians in the bright light. Startled, the armed Indian threw his tomahawk in the direction of the flare, but it clattered harmlessly off the log barricades. In the same moment, the two booted and leather jacketed cowgirls rose in unison, Jen clutching her shotgun with both hands in firing posture and Chrissy with six-guns in both hands – both aiming low.
For an instant that seemed to last forever, the remarkable tableau was as if frozen in space, the flare illuminating the scene as if on a stage – the impending outcome as certain as in a Greek tragedy. Two fully clothed, heavily armed cowgirls, long leather duster coats over boots, jeans and jackets, trigger fingers ready, guns pointed directly at the naked mid-sections of two unarmed Indians, one completely nude, the other nearly so – total power facing total defenceless. The girls enjoyed the moment, in no hurry to shoot. They’d make the Indians feel their naked helplessness fully before pumping them full of lead.
The Indians were no more than 20 feet away from the barrels of the guns. As if on cue to complete the picture of utter defeat and complete vulnerability, both Indians raised their arms high in surrender. “No shoot, please” pleaded the loin-clothed savage. That, however, was Chrissy’s cue. With the shot that had made her famous throughout the West, she lowered the right gun slightly, moved it ever so slightly to the right, and, with a broad smile, pulled the trigger. “BANG…..” – a flash of light and smoke shot from the barrel of the gun, as Chrissy’s perfect aim took a chunk of bare flesh from the loin-clothed Indian’s right hip, severing the tiny string that had held the loincloth in place. “UNNGGGGHHH” grunted the shot Indian, as blood oozed from the flesh wound and the loincloth dropped at the Indian’s feet. Now as nude as his companion, the Indian dropped his right hand to cover the bullet wound at his hip. “Keep it up, way high up” yelled Chrissy. The Indian obeyed, stretching his arms high to the sky, and exposing his nakedness fully to the cowgirls’ wrath and to the metal slugs that were about to penetrate their bare bodies.
The flare began to dim. “Whaddya say, pal,” said Jen cheerfully. “Let’s finish ‘em off while we got some good light.” Both girls couldn’t help but notice that both Indians’ penises were now fully erect, as if to provide an easy target with a “Shoot Me” sign hanging from it. “Let’s teach ‘em a good lesson first for all the white gals these bastards have raped,” sneered Jen. “Sayonara, Redskin. Here’s a little lead to take to the happy hunting grounds with ya.” And she fired her shotgun, from just 20 feet, directly into the hip-shot Indian’s bare genitals. “BOOOMMM” – the blast rocked the sky. “AAARRRGGGHH” shrieked the naked Indian, as his penis and testicles exploded in a spray of metal, blood, and flesh. Jen gave the Indian just enough time to rue his lost manhood before she pumped two more shotgun blasts into the Indian’s bare belly and chest – the power of the impact lifting him off the ground, flinging him backwards, arms spread wide, blood gushing into the air, and landing the Indian hard on his back, spread-eagled on the stone-covered ground like a broken rag doll, face upwards, naked and dead from three gaping frontal shotgun wounds.
The second nude Indian’s face contorted in terror and he raised his arms even higher as if to emphasize his complete surrender. Both cowgirls now turned their guns on the single naked Indian, both of them firing in rapid succession from six-guns and shotgun, punching one jagged hole after another in the Indian’s bare body, the force of the bullets keeping him upright, each punching and spinning him around, exposing bare groin, belly, back, sides, thighs and chest in turn to the fusillade of deadly fire. By the time he hit the ground, the Indian was a mass of blood, guts, and torn flesh – barely recognizable as the handsome young brave that had faced the two cowgirls nude and unarmed just seconds before.
White Fawn had watched the scene from the entry way, eyes wide in horror. Fully naked and completely unarmed, she charged the two cowgirls in unthinking fury. The cowgirls let the nude girl get close before Jen swung the barrel of her shotgun with all her might into the advancing Indian’s gut, hurling the defenceless girl hard to the rocky ground, breathless and clutching her bare belly in agony. “Your turn, redskin bitch,” said Jen as she stepped forward, and kicked the naked girl hard in the side and belly again and again with her steel-tipped cowboy boot. “Unnnhhhh” gasped White Fawn as metal and leather met soft exposed female flesh with one sickening thud after another. Jen placed the shotgun barrel between the Indian girl’s bare legs and pushed it hard into her pussy.
Chrissy, not ready to let Jen have all the fun, bent over, punched the Indian in her belly and pressed her six-gun firmly into the Indian girl’s left breast. “Let’s make sure this one doesn’t produce any more injuns” snarled Chrissy. “Get up, redskin, and take five steps backward.” Bruised and beaten yet again, White Fawn obeyed. “Let her have it,” said Jen quietly. And the two girls fired simultaneously, blowing White Fawn apart with bullets and shotgun pellets to her lower belly, navel, and breasts.