Posted by Cindy on December 24, 2004 at 14:11:28:
It was dusk before Jill reached the safety of the ranch she shared with Chrissy and Jane. Exhausted from the day's battles, and still covered in dust and the blood of the indians she'd killed, Jill tethered her horse, stripped off her grimy coat, and walked in the farmhouse door. Tired, she wasn't thinking and had forgotten to give the agreed signal. A leather-jacketed arm grabbed tightly around her bare neck from behind, and the barrel of a Colt-45 jammed roughtly into the soft flesh of her naked right breast where the indian had torn her blouse from her shoulder earlier that day. Lizzy stood facing her, double-barrelled shotgun in hand, pointed right at her bare cleavage.
"Dumb, Jill," said Jane. "We could have shot you! What about that signal?!" She loosened her grip just slightly. "Forgot," muttered Jill. "Too tired. Now let me go, will you?"
"Not so fast," said Chrissy with a smile, stepping forward and sticking the shotgun barrel roughly into Jill's cleavage. one metal barrel touching each bare breast. "We're going to teach you not to forget that signal again!" Now it was Jill's turn to feel vulnerable, her ripped blouse providing scant protection against the two guns now pressed into her unprotected breast flesh. "OK OK" pleaded Jill, "but when you hear what I went through today, you won't be so tough on me."
"We'll hear about it later," smirked Chrissy, ripping open the remains of the blouse to Jill's navel, pulling it roughly from her shoulders, and landing a hard punch into Jill's exposed belly. "Uuummmppphhhhh," gasped Jill doubling over as her partner's fist ground into her innards. Topless now and exhausted, Jill was no match for her two fully clothed comrades, both well protected with leather jackets and vests over their long-sleeved woollen western shirts. Chrissy jammed the shotgun barrel hard into the soft flesh of Jane’s bare abdomen, just above the waistline of the low-slung jeans that hugged her hips. “Gonna teach you a safety lesson first. Then you can tell your story, kid!” Chrissy put her shotgun carefully down and closed her fists.
Jane holstered her gun and pulled both Jill’s bare arms tight behind her back, leaving her naked upper body fully exposed to Chrissy’s hard fists. Jill grunted and gasped as Chrissy pummelled her bare navel, the fully clothed cowgirl smiling broadly at the satisfying sound of her knuckles pounding naked female flesh. A wicked upper cut landed squarely on Jill’s bare right breast, squashing it hard into her chest. “Noooooo…..” gasped Jill. “Pleeease stop….was tired….Sorry….won’t forget again……Uunnggghhhh” Her words were cut off by a sharp punch to the belly button and another into her left breast. Jill could only think what an irony this was to find herself on the receiving end after having spent the day fully clad, shooting down, knifing, and killing nude Indians.
But Chrissy was enjoying herself too much, and Jill noticed with horror that her erstwhile comrade was unbuttoning her jeans. With one sharp yank, Chrissy pulled Jill’s jeans down to her knees. “Them clothes is filthy, gal, gotta get them off ya!” Chrissy smirked, planting her fist hard into Jill’s now exposed pussy. “Uggghhhhh,” yelped Jill and would have doubled over had Jane not been holding her arms tight behind her. Smiling broadly, Jane unholstered her pistol and shoved it into Jill’s naked back right between the shoulder blades, pulling her hair down to make Jill arch backwards, and exposing her vulnerable front even more fully to Chrissy’s punishment. Jill felt like a raw meat sandwich, her bare torso sandwiched between the full leather outfits of her two comrades. Chuckling, Chrissy picked up the shotgun and pushed the two barrels roughly into Jill’s naked vagina. “Now, gal, will you remember the signal next time?” “Next time….” gasped Jill, the guns now prodding her bare body from front and back.”
As if on cue, the two fully clothed cowgirls pushed their guns harder into Jill’s soft, yielding flesh. “There won’t be a next time,” hissed Jane now. “Next time we’ll blow your boobs apart when you walk in the door. Living here is life and death every moment and you know it. We can’t afford no more dumb mistakes like that.” Jane yanked Jill around and shoved her violently onto the couch. As Jill collapsed onto the soft cushions, she let out a massive sigh.
Jane strode over and quickly pulled Jill’s boots off, then yanked off the jeans that had bunched up around Jill’s ankles, leaving her totally nude. Before Jill could react, the tow fully clothed cowgirls, guns still drawn, plonked down on either side of the naked girl. Chrissy placed her shotgun down on the table, gun barrel deliberately pointed at Jill’s exposed nether regions, but Jane stuck her pistol forcefully into Jill’s bare side, and whispered in the sweetest voice: “Now tell us about your day, sweetie. And your excuses better be good” Both women began to stroke the nude cowgirl gently all over her bare body, as Jill recounted in graphic detail how she’d despatched 17 naked and near-naked Indians that day with her guns and knife. Her comrades’ expressions changed quickly from disdain to respect as they marvelled at Jill’s feats, puncturing her story with “Wow” and “Fantastic” as she described the impact of her gunshot blasts on bare Indian bellies, chests and backs; of her boots in naked Indian groins; of flimsy loincloths shredded by knives and rocks, and of nude Indians tumbling to their deaths off cliffs and pitch-forked into campfires.
When Jill told of her last tumultuous fight that with Apache Ursa, Chrissy felt herself shudder and get wet inside. As if to prove her feat, Jill showed the slash in her long coat from the Apache woman’s knife, and told how her leather coat, jeans and boots had protected her from the savage’s assault. “She was wearing nothing but this flimsy little skirt and vest opened wide. Her boobs were great targets!” Jill laughed scornfully, describing how even that minimal covering was torn from the Indian girl’s body as they fought. Gleefully she described the look on the Apache’s face as the knife penetrated her naked skin, meeting no resistance, and as the Indian girl looked down at the knife handle protruding from her bare groin.
When Jill told of the point blank gunshot to the nude indian’s bare breast that had hurled her backwards over the cliff and ended her life in a pile of naked Indian bodies, Chrissy lost control and exploded in orgasm. She hurled Jill to the floor, landing fully on top of the naked girl, high cowgirl boots digging into bare legs and feet, jeans pushing down hard on exposed genitals, wide leather belt and metal buckle grinding into Jill’s bare abdomen and groin, holstered six-guns pushing into Jill’s naked thighs, and studded leather jacket grinding Jill’s soft bare breasts and naked torso beneath her. “Aaahhhhhhhhh,” Chrissy shuddered again, her insides exploding in ecstasy, as she arched her back, pinning Jill’s shoulders to the floor.
Her story told, Jill laughed uncontrollably at the feeling of Chrissy’s clothed weight upon her, relishing the delicious irony or her own vulnerable, unarmed and unprotected nudity at the complete mercy of her two fully clothed and armed comrades. All three girls laughed and laughed, as Chrissy and Jane playfully slapped and punched Jill, pretending to shoot her, and Jill feigned naked dying scenes, raising her arms in surrender, clutching her bare belly, vagina, and breasts as if shot, and tumbling backwards gleefully onto the hard floor and soft couch, being for a few delicious moments the very Indians she had shot down and despatched just hours earlier.
“BANG BANG BANG BANG,” shrieked Jane in delight, pretending to fire both her six guns into the nude girl’s unarmed body. “Ahhhhh. Arrrgh. Ugghh. Ungggh” responded Jill dramatically to each gunshot as she fell back hard against the wall, and slid down dead, only to rise again and be mowed down once more by a spray of bullets as Chrissy turned her shotgun into a Gatling gun to tear apart Jill’s naked body. Jill bounced wildly around the room as Chrissy kept firing, imagining that the rapid fire and the impact of the heavy metal slugs kept her airborne. Chrissy fired one last salvo into Jill’s middle, as Jill clutched her wounded belly, spun around, caught more bullets in her bare lower back, and collapsed spread eagled, giggling, and dead, face up, arms and leg flung wide. All three girls rolled on the floor laughing uncontrollably. They still had the best parties in the west!
Suddenly Jill turned dead serious and turned to her two comrades with an earnest expression. “I figure we got about 24 hours,” said Jill. “Won’t take them Sioux long to find that pile of dead Indians, and then my wagon tracks are real easy to follow. We gotta get some sleep, then fortify the place, get all our guns fully loaded, prime the cannon, get on our toughest clothes and armour, and be ready for ‘em when they come. This time I ‘xpect a whole lot of ‘em. And their women’ll fight too – they’ll be hoppin’ mad after I killed off so many of their men. We could have a whole tribe down here right fast – could be the three of us against a whole lot of them.”
Jill felt strange taking the leadership position naked. But she saw that her friends were right with her now. “Right yer are, sister,” said Jane. “We’ll be ready for the savages and teach them a thing or two about cowgirl shootin’” Chrissy, ever practical, asked: “Do any of ‘em have guns?” “Nah,” said Jill. “Ain’t seen a gun on ‘em yet. Most got nuttin’ but wood tomahawks, and the most any of ‘em have is some bows. But there’ll be lots of ‘em – male and female both I bet. Judging by the bitch I did in today, their gals fight somethin’ fierce.” “So do we” said Jane, her blood stirring now in anticipation of tomorrow’s slaughter.”
“Let’s get some sleep,” said Jill, now suddenly feeling her exhaustion again. “Gotta be ready, fully dressed and loaded, and wide awake tomorrow.” She pulled her long coat roughly over her and was asleep before her friends had a chance to respond.