Posted by Cindy on April 12, 2005 at 11:56:35:
The Indians outnumbered the small band of cowgirls more than 20 to 1. Jess knew that this would be a battle to the death, in which no mercy or quarter would be shown, and that very soon either she and her friends or the Indians would be dead. She and her comrades would have to rely both on surprise and on their vastly superior firepower.
Well hidden behind large boulders, Jess surveyed her enemy. Unarmed, unaware of the cowgirls’ proximity, and totally naked except for tiny, flimsy loincloths, the Indian braves strode casually around the camp. The squaws too were bare-breasted and wore nothing but short, light cloth skirts that barely reached their thighs. Jess marvelled at the enemy’s near nudity and lack of protection against the chill autumn wind. Lack of protection against heavy, metal slugs too, thought Jess with a smile. Her smile broadened into a grin as one squaw bent over to stoke a fire, revealing her bare buttocks – there was nothing underneath those flimsy coverings. Irresistible, Jess thought, and decided then and there to score a few good crotch shots in the upcoming battle.
By contrast, she and her friends were well-protected against the chill – with high, fur-lined spurred boots, metal-belted jeans, leather shirts buttoned to the neck, vests and long leather coats, scarves, gloves and cowboy hats, and ammunition belts criss-crossing their jackets. And they had weapons that would soon wreak havoc and destruction on the naked bodies below them – double-barrelled shotguns, pistols, repeating rifles, and buffalo guns; and, best of all, the latest Gatling Gun, and a mobile cannon. Jess knew they’d need it all, because there were at least 200 Indians to kill, and only 10 cowgirls to do all the killing.
Cindy suddenly poked Jess in the ribs and pointed. Two braves gathering firewood were walking straight towards their hide-out. Barefoot and buck-naked except for the tiniest red loincloths, they walked forward, utterly unaware of what lay in wait. The cowgirls lay motionless and silent as the braves wandered casually among the large boulders that concealed their killers. One brave was now inches from Christie, the second a few feet from Cindy. As if on cue, the two girls pounced on their prey, knocking the startled braves to the ground and covering their mouths to prevent a sound. In seconds, the other girls rushed to their help, pinning the helpless Indians to the ground, and shoving gun barrels hard into naked Indian flesh.
Straddling the first Indian, Christie’s heavy boot found its mark under the Indian’s little loincloth and pressed hard into his exposed penis. The second Indian’s loincloth had fallen to the side with the force of Cindy’s attack, revealing a firm erection. As Cindy pinned the near-nude Indian to the ground and covered his mouth, Jill smiled and placed her shotgun barrel hard against the Indian’s vulnerable manhood.
“Kill them” Jess commanded Jane and Crystal, whose hands were free, “and do it quietly.” The two women unsheathed knives – Jane a Bowie knife, and Crystal a long knife with an 18 inch steel blade. Without a word, Jane knelt beside the first terrified Indian, and plunged the Bowie knife hard into the Indian’s bare lower abdomen, three inches below the belly button. She pulled it out, twisting left and right to shred the Indian’s innards, and then plunged it again with all her strength into the Indian’s naked chest. The Indian rolled his eyes and died.
Crystal couldn’t resist slicing off the second Indian’s loincloth before plunging her long blade directly into his testicles – vengeance for the rape she’d suffered by her victim’s savage kin a year before. Slamming her booted leg into the nude Indian’s thigh for leverage, and using all her might, she pulled the long knife with both arms slowly upwards, cutting and splitting naked Indian genitals, intestines, belly, and breast. The Indian was dead long before Crystal finished her handiwork.
The girls exchanged satisfied smiles. Two down, nearly 200 to go, and the Indian camp was none the wiser. But Jess knew it would be only minutes before the camp became aware of the braves’ absence and suspected an enemy presence. The girls resumed their positions, readied their guns, checked the position of the Gatling Gun and cannon, and waited.
They didn’t have to wait long. In five minutes, she noticed some squaws scanning the horizon in the direction the two braves had gone. More Indians gathered and some pointed to the boulders where the girls were hiding. A group of six squaws – all topless and bare-legged, and three braves walked towards the boulders searching for their comrades. None were armed. When they were no more than 20 yards from the girls’ positions, Jess noticed other Indians walking to the tepees, undoubtedly to retrieve weapons. She didn’t know what weapons these Indians had, and whether they had stolen guns in any of their raids. There was no time to lose.
“Fire at will” Jess yelled. “Aim low and make every bullet count.” Jess had fought enough Indian wars to know the best way to stop a naked Indian was to aim low. Suddenly the quiet was shattered by the roaring bang and crack of shotgun blasts, as cowgirl bullets found their mark in bare Indian bellies.
Jill’s rifle punched a gaping hole in the naked abdomen of one of the squaws – a beautiful young maiden no more than 18 years old, causing the hapless girl to clutch at her belly in pain. Jill admired the girls two lovely exposed breasts and promptly punctured them both with well-aimed shots – one a bulls-eye to the left nipple, the other penetrating the soft flesh on the inside of the girl’s right breast. As the girl swayed for a moment, three bloody holes in her breasts and belly, Jill finished her off with a shot in the cleavage that lifted the poor girl off the ground and threw her hard and dead onto her back on the rocky ground.
Jess’s buffalo gun was powerful enough to stop a thundering bison, and it now tore a huge hole through a near-naked brave’s belly button just 10 feet before her. The point-blank blast hurtled the Indian backwards, bare arms flung wide, his innards exploding as he flew through the air and crashed dead to the ground.
Cindy stood, legs apart and firmly planted, firing both her six guns into an approaching Indian girl. Bullet and after thudded into bare female flesh as the girl twisted and flopped from side to side, the rapid succession of slugs seemingly keeping her upright, till a chest-blast from Jess slammed her to the ground.
One brave, totally nude, his loincloth shot off by a hip shot from Jane raised his bare arms to the sky in seeming surrender, but Jane, Belinda, and Wendy all fired at the near-naked Indian almost in unison, the Indian’s vulnerability a seeming invitation for their bullets. Naked genitals, belly, thighs and breasts suddenly sprouted holes and gushed blood, as metal slugs wreaked their damage and threw the hapless Indian dead to the ground.
Another Indian girl, no more than 20 years old, took a low shot to her left thigh that severed her flimsy skirt. Totally nude now, she rushed at Crystal as if to fight for her life with her bare hands. Crystal, booted, jeaned and leather jacketed against her naked foe, smiled and had just enough time to sheath her gun, pull out her long knife, brandish it like a sword, and plunge the eighteen inch blade hard into the advancing Indian’s naked vagina. The girl threw her arms into the air, as she stood suspended, totally skewered in her utter vulnerability. With a firm push of her heavy boot, Crystal dislodged the nude maiden, who crashed to the ground onto her back, arms and legs splayed wide, eyes open and blank staring at the sky, the bloody genital gash pouring blood onto the rocky soil, as she writhed in her death agony.
Bullets found their mark inside the remaining Indians, who, naked and unarmed, stood no chance against the cowgirls’ withering fire. Within two minutes, five girls and three braves lay shot dead, riddled with bullets, the sixth girl, sliced open by Crystal’s long knife, still groaning, writhing and bleeding to death. The count was now 10 Indians killed, one dying, and not a scratch on any of the cowgirls.
But now, it was all out warfare. Indians had quickly retrieved weapons and were rushing up the hill to avenge their fallen comrades. Jess noticed with relief that they carried only wooden tomahawks – no guns. And the element of surprise gave the Indians no chance to organize. Individually and in clumps, braves and maidens, the near-naked Indians rushed the heavily armed and fully-clothed cowgirls, screaming with rage but totally disorganized. By contrast, Jess and her friends had prepared carefully for this moment. Wendy lit the fuse of the cannon. Jane took up her position behind the Gatling Gun.
PLEASE COMPLETE THE STORY AND HELP ME FINISH OFF THE INDIANS.
Thanks, Cindy