Posted by Knobkerrie on December 07, 2004 at 17:57:41:
Cherokee Jill slipped up silently behind the young Indian warrior, nude save for a tiny red loincloth. One hand went over his mouth as her knife slipped easily into his lower back. He struggled briefly, his cries muffled by her gloved hand, before he sighed and went limp.
Jill seized the boy by his bare heels and dragged the dead guard's body behind a rock. She yanked his loincloth off with a scornful smile and noted with pleasure that he was quite erect, though otherwise limp in death.
She stripped naked herself, knowing that the dead sentry was not to be relieved until dusk, and rode his manhood, kissing his slack lips, caressing his muscular chest. Then, satisfied -- for now -- she rose from his cooling body, dressed, and slung the dead Indian's nude form across her horse's back, tying his dangling hands and bare feet with rawhide. She mounted and rode away happily, caressing her victim's back and buttocks and muscular dead thighs as she left the Indian camp behind her...
Perhaps tomorrow she would return, to kill another sentry and ravish his -- or her -- stripped body.
Continued as Cherokee Jill - continued by Cindy