Posted by Cindy on December 08, 2004 at 11:33:04:
In Reply to: Cherokee Jill posted by Knobkerrie on December 07, 2004 at 17:57:41:
Jill smiled to herself as she recalled the young warrior's helpless naked struggle, and the ease with which her steel blade had entered his bare low back. Jill was grateful for the warmth of her layers of clothing and heavy leather coat against the chill autumn wind, and she marvelled at the Indians' nudity in this harsh climate.
A wisp of smoke just ahead snapped Jill out of her reverie. Silently she dismounted, tethered her horse with the nude dead indian still slung over it, and crept forward, shotgun in hand, to a large boulder from where she had a clear view of the terrain. Not 40 yards ahead, six young braves, totally naked except for tiny loose hanging cotton loincloths, were chatting as they cooked a wild boar. Jill noticed happily that all were unarmed, their bows carelessly leaning against trees some distance away. She knew she'd have to rely on her years of careful practice that had made one of the best shots in the west.
Jill raised her shotgun quietly till she had one warrior's muscular bare chest in the centre of her gunsights. She lowered the sights to his soft belly, and then lowered it again to where the thin thread of the Indian's loincloth met his naked right upper thigh. She'd blow that loincloth away with gunshot before she finished him off. Jill fired, and her aim was true. Both gun barrels blasted in unison. The force of the heavy metal slugs blew the Indian back several feet, severing his loincloth and tearing huge bloody holes in his bare thigh and hip. Totally nude now, the Indian staggered to his feet, raising his bare arms in front of him as if to ward off more bullets. Shotgun now in her left hand, Jill drew her Colt-45, stepped out from behind the boulder smiling, and walked straight towards the stunned Indian, shooting as she walked - firing one bullet right into the Indian's exposed penis and another into his balls, then one to the belly, and one in each nipple. The Indian was dead before he hit the ground.
One warrior ran to retrieve his bow. Cindy wheeled around and fired her Colt-45 into the unprotected Indian's bare buttocks stopping him in his tracks. "Arrrggghhh" screamed the Indian throwing his arms into the air. Jill quickly brought him down with three more slugs into his naked back. The other four warriors were rooted to the spot, paralyzed in fear, bare arms raised high to the sky in total surrender. Cindy holstered her Colt-45 and walked towards the near naked men, shotgun in hand, pointed low at crotch level.
"Strip" she commanded, gesturing with her shotgun at the little loincloths. They didn't understand and remained motionless, arms high. She unsheathed her long Bowie knife and stepped towards the closest Indian till her heavy boots touched the brave's bare feet, and her shotgun barrels dug roughly into his bare lower abdomen about four inches below the belly button where the loincloth band met naked flesh. She smiled scornfully at the flimsy loincloth that offered almost no protection to the Indian's manhood. With one swift motion of her Bowie knife she sliced off the loincloth, revealing a magnificent erection in the midst of the Indian's total vulnerability.
"Now Strip!" she commanded the other Indians again, "or do I have to cut 'em off too?!" Two of the braves quickly dropped their loincloths, but the third did not move and his face grimaced in defiance. "OK, I'll take care of you later," Jill swore. Jill stepped back, sheathed her knife, and pointed the shotgun at the two Indians who had obediently stripped. "Too bad to waste such nice bodies" she said admiringly as she squeezed the trigger, and fired again and again. Both shotgun barrels belched fire and metal at point blank range into the two totally nude Indians, first into their exposed genitals, then gradually upwards from their bare upper thighs, groin, and belly into their naked chests. The shotgun blasts hurled the two Indians into the air, blowing their bodies apart into pieces, as blood, gore, and innards exploded and flew in all directions. By the time the bodies hit the ground, they were scarcely recognizable as human beings, let alone as the magnificent human forms they had been just seconds earlier.
Jill noticed the expression of defiance on the loinclothed Indian's face get grimmer and the nude Indian's erection get even bigger. "Nice trophy," she thought, switched the shotgun to her left hand, pulled out her Bowie knife, and with one stroke sliced off the brave's naked penis at the base of the shaft. Blood spurted, and Jill waited only long enough for the Indian to appreciate his lost manhood before plunging the knife into his bare groin. "Ungggghhhhhhh" gasped the Indian in agony, as Jill pulled out the bloody blade and drove it again easily into the warrior's soft belly, the unprotected flesh offering no resistance to the sharpened metal.
She had barely pulled the knife out of the nude Indian, when the sixth, defiant Indian pounced and landed on her with the full force of his body, knocking the gun from her left hand. His near nude body pinning her down, they wrestled for the knife, but the young Indian was strong and much younger, barely more than half Jill's 30-odd years, though several inches shorter than Jill's 6-foot height. Jill knew that her only advantage lay in her clothed protection and the Indian's near nakedness, and that the Indian would win if she kept wrestling. She pulled one arm free and landed a powerful, punch into the brave's bare belly with her gloved left fist. "Ummmmmpppppphhhhh" grunted the Indian, winded. Jill used her momentary advantage to bring her studded boot up hard between the Indian's bare legs and right under the flapping loincloth. Leather and metal met exposed penis and testicle flesh with a sickening thud. "Arrrgghhhhh-oww-arrrrhhh" yelled and gasped the Indian, letting go of Jill's knife hand.
Jill brought her knife up fast towards the Indian's bare stomach, but he twisted away and the knife was deflected to the warrior's naked hip where it opened up a shallow bloody gash, slicing easily through the thread holding his flimsy loincloth in place. With Jill off balance for a second, the brave, still grimacing in agony, knocked the knife from Jill's hand. With all her effort, Jill pushed the Indian off her to one side and quickly jumped his now totally nude body. Mounting him, she furiously pummelled the Indian's bare groin, belly and breasts. When he tried to cover his genitals with his bare arms, Jill punched the nude Indian in the chest. When he raised his arms to protect his breasts, she relentlessly pounded his unprotected genitals and belly.
But the Indian was losing blood from the gash in his bare side and weakening. With one last heroic effort, the Indian pushed Jill off him, and the two rolled across the pebbled ground - total male nakedness bleeding from a knife wound, entwined with the toughest female clothes in the west in an unequal contest. Jill now felt the Indian's naked vulnerability heating up her own womanhood. They had rolled to within inches of her Bowie knife. Three hard punches to the Indian's bare groin and belly winded him just long enough for Jill to grasp the knife and plunge it easily into the warrior's soft, yielding abdomen. "Arrrggghhh" he gagged one last time, struggling and flailing helplessly, as Jill mounted the dying nude man. The frontierswoman unbuttoned the long leather coat she was wearing over her long-sleeved western shirt and leather vest, unzipped her jeans, and inserted the Indian's erect naked penis into her. Riding his manhood in the most delicious ecstasy, Jill smiled as she watched the naked Indian die beneath her, gently caressing the bare thighs, soft belly, and muscular chest of the dying man. The nude warrior arched one last time in a final death rattle, as Jill reached a peak of excitement she had never experienced in her life.
Then, satisfied -- for now -- she rose from his cooling body, zipped her jeans, buttoned up her heavy coat, and slung the dead Indian's nude form across her horse's back, right on top of her previous naked victim, tying his dangling hands and bare feet with rawhide. She mounted and rode away happily, caressing her new victim's bare back and buttocks and muscular dead thighs as she left the scene of slaughter behind her...
Perhaps tomorrow she would return, to kill another naked Indian and ravish his -- or her -- stripped body.