Posted by Naked Wendy on December 10, 2008 at 07:16:14:
Hey Uncle Buck,
This is THE neatest Christmas present. Thanks a million! Wow - I immediately read them all. I really like the kind of old-fashioned style you write in - actually goes well with the Old West! And I am so glad you and Sam don't judge me for grabbing some attention by showing my flesh in the winter. I know that some folk think I'm "asking for it" by being that provocative on cold days. But in some ways my old teen Cowboy playmates helped me get over that because they also always used to say we indians were "asking for it" by fighting nearly naked and with no guns, so "asking for it" kind of reminds me of facing their six-guns naked. But you know, the only difference is that we always felt totally safe playing with our buddies, and now sometimes people tell me that as an adult it's not safe to be in restaurants and bars and at parties in skimpy halter tops and short skirts in the winter, that someone might really hurt me. Tell me honestly - should I worry about that. So far, nothing bad has ever happened to me, so I haven't worried, and so long as folk are like you and understand that it's just teasing and titillating and inviting play, I feel fine and I LOVE the play! But sometimes people warn me, so tell me what you both think and whether I should cover up more when I go out.
Anyhow, I really loved your Christmas present. You know that TWO of those stories seem to promise a major killing off of all the indians - the Incident at Indian Rock and the Legend of Brenda Baberone. Both are set-ups for the guys to go and kill off the female indian warriors and get them off the reservation so they can take over the land. But actually those scenes never happen, including one where they plot to set up the indians with some atrocity that will justify the cavalry coming in and wiping them all out. So where are those stories Uncle Buck?They seem to be on the edge of happening in those two stories. Let me know, cos I'll bet there'll be some amazing scenes there.
But you know: Some of favourite scenes are still from your Adult Western, and some of favourite lines too: Like "guns that never ran out of ammunition regardless of the amount of lead they pumped into the bodies of the near-naked Amazons." And Trenchcoat Sam's on the "Grotesque Dance a well-formed female body was capable of performing as she bore up under the hail of lead which an automatic weapon could bring to bear."
And you've got a great page in the Island story just like that, when that row of guys, each with their long rifles shoots down the row of naked girls and then the weapons get more and more sophisticated as you go down the page, so you have that one guy in jeans and western shirt shooting down eight naked women and then a single automatic weapon gunning down a bunch of indian girls.
You know - when I first wrote my teenage Memories, I don't even know if I remembered to tell you about the times we indians faced those automatic weapons. We went through a whole phase of that in our games, started by Cindy (not surprisingly!) Out of the blue one day, she showed up for our playdate with this spanking new automatic machine gun she had gotten as a present. It was like an Uzi actually, so real-looking. Amy, Suzie and I had gotten there a bit early that particular day actually, and when we realized the others weren't there yet, we decided to take them by surprise. It was a really mean cold day, but we stripped down quickly, tied on our little loincloths and hid behind trees holding our tomahawks at the ready. It was only a few minutes later when Cindy showed up with a couple of the other cowgirls and Rob - all of them as usual dressed to the nines in their boots and jeans and western shirts and leather jackets, and all holstered up with their six-guns and carrying their rifles and shotguns. But it was Cindy who made my eyes pop when I saw the automatic weapon she was casually carrying.
They didn't realize we were already hiding, and they just started talking casually like cowboys did about the lesson they were going to teach the injuns today. And I remember how gleeful Cindy was describing with a huge grin how she couldn't wait to use her new weapon on us. I actually remember feeling nervous because the gun was so big and real looking. I wasn't even sure how to do a proper death scene at the receiving end of an automatic weapon, because I was used to taking single shots that gave me time to clutch each gunshot wound and react to it almost in slow motion. Not sure if my uncertainty on how to play the part properly or the weapon itself made me feel nervous, but looking at it, I really did!
Then I remembered this movie we had seen of the cavalry gunning down this whole tribe of near naked indians with their Gatling Guns, and what amazing dying scenes the Indians had done in that movie as their bare bellies and chests (and backs for those who tried running away) were riddled with multiple machine gun bullets from the Gatling Guns. I realized we'd really have to twitch and "Dance" (as Sam put it) rather than the usual clutch and groan we were used to. But I wasn't sure I could do it right.
Anyhow, I stopped thinking pretty fast because I knew that our best chance was to catch them unawares and before too many of the other cowgirls and cowboys showed up. Right now it was four of them against three of us - not bad, considering they usually outnumbered us three to one. Plus we had surprise on our side. Plus I suddenly realized I was starting to shiver from the cold, and realized that we couldn't just stand still any longer and that we'd better move pretty fast just to warm up.
So without thinking any more, Suzie, Amy and I exchanged looks and a quick nod, and we just charged out from behind the trees with our best clood curdling screams and yells, tomahawks raised for the kill. The four of them really were surprised and for just a second they seemed to freeze. I actually dived on Rob before he had a chance to draw his gun, but he caught my bare arm just as I tried to slam it into his head. I almost got him off balance with the strength of my lunge, but he caught his balance and whipped his other fist really hard into the pit of my naked belly. Maybe because he was really unprepared and really being defensive it was a much harder punch than we usually copped in our fights, and it really did knock the wind out of me. The grunt that came out of me this time was not pretend. I doubled over and kind of stumbled, but I held onto the tomahawk as I tried to catch my breath. But that gave Rob all the time he needed to draw his fake Bowie knife, jump me, grab me round the neck from behind, and stick the point hard of his knife hard into my tit. "Drop it" he commanded, and I let the tomahawk fall to the ground. The tables were turned so fast with that one vicious punch that I was still panting from it and I knew I was beat. He pulled me up hard against his leather jacket, jeans and boots and kind of growled and swore at me: "You dirty sneaking, conniving injun bastards. Yer really gonna git it good now!"
As he held me tight at knife point, we both watched the fight going on between Suzie, Amy and the three cowgirls. Well, to tell the truth, Amy wasn't fighting any more. She was standing there with her arms high in the air, her tomahawk long gone, with both Kate's guns in her middle, and Kate was forcing her backwards step by step at gunpoint, ordering her "Up against that tree injun." Amy would hesitate, and Kate would shove her backwards with the muzzle of her gun in her belly button till she was hard up against the tree.
And to tell the truth Cindy wasn't fighting either. She was just standing there her booted legs planted apart in her usual tough and cocky style, watching the action, and very slowly, very deliberately I remember prepping her big automatic gun. It was almost like she had to study it to make it worked. She was turning some mechanism on the gun to prime it up.
But Suzie really was fighting like a banchee and suddenly we were all watching her. She'd managed to jump the other cowgirl - you know I can't even remember her name right now - this was about 15 years ago mind you, and that cowgirl was a newcomer to our neighbourhood who got initiated into the game kind of late on... though she was probably the best dressed cowgirl of them all, with these dressed to kill thigh boots and fringed leather jacket that were the envy of everyone. Well, the two of them were on the ground and it looked like injun Suzie really had the better of the cowgirl. Their arms and legs were flailing as each tried to get on top of the other. It was really rough and tumble, and I remembered worrying about whether Suzie's bare flesh would hold up from the little twigs and occasional rocks on the ground. But she didn't seem to be worried about anything and all she seemed to want to do was try to pin her opponent to the ground. I found myself rooting so hard for her - let the indian win just once I kept thinking. Best of all, Suzie still had her tomahawk clutching in her right hand, while the cowgirl hadn't managed to draw her guns, and it was all the cowgirl could do to hold Suzie's tomahawk arm away from her.
I really thought Suzie was going to make it this time, she was even on top. But somehow, the cowgirl squirmed out from under, and as she did, she grabbed Suzie's loincloth and ripped it off. Well, I don't know what happened in that moment, but maybe it was just the momentary shock of finding herself totally nude that seemed to stop Suzie for just a second. I even remember how she tried to grab with her left hand for the loincloth as it was ripped from her body, as if it were only protection and the source of her strength (kind of like Samson's hair or something) and how she then almost involuntarily reached around and tried to protect her exposed crotch. There was just that moment where she transformed from a screaming banchee bent on the kill to looking so totally and utterly vulnerable.
I think the cowgirl felt it too. The psychological tables were turned and it didn't take long for the physical tables to be turned too. The cowgirl just slammed Suzie in the side with her fist, so hard that the tomahawk fell from Suzie's right hand, and then the cowgirl rammed her knee up between Suzie's bare legs. The girl was wearing these super high thigh boots that came up right over her knees, so it was her booted knee that came up into Suzie's genitals. Suddenly Suzie was grunting rather than yelling, and it was only a matter of seconds before the cowgirl, resplendent in leather literally from head to toe had Suzie pinned stark naked to the ground, straddling her. They were both panting hard from the fight and the tables had turned so quickly that I think everyone was shocked at the suddenness with which the cowgirl had won and the indian had been defeated. The cowgirl grabbed one of Suzie's breasts hard and said "Say Uncle, Injun". But Suzie scowled and said nothing. The cowgirl drew one of her six-guns and shoved it into Suzie's navel. "Say Uncle or I'll fill yer belly with lead." Still Suzie said nothing.
But then Cindy, who'd been calming watching the whole spectacle, almost uninvolved, said "No, don't plug her. Line 'em all up." Well Cindy was always boss. So Rob, Kate, and the cowgirl whose name just escapes me right now brought all three of us indians at gunpoint to face Cindy. Amy and I still had our loincloths on and Suzie was nude. Cindy gave one her famous grins - the kind she always did before she came in for the final kill. "This is going to be an execution" she announced. "And my chance to try out my new gun". "You three Injuns are hereby sentenced to death by machine gun fire. Now you two, drop those loincloths." Yep, Cindy did always like to have us totally naked before killing us. Amy didn't hesitate - she was always the more passive one, and it somehow never occurred to her to disobey an order from an armed, fully clothed cowgirl. She pulled her loincloth off and let it drop. I did hesitate, just long enough for step forward with his Bowie knife saying "You heard her injun!" and slice the loincloth off me. Well it was rubber and couldn't really cut, but he made like to cut it and pulled it off, being sure that his fist grazed my pubis as he did so.
We were all now totally nude as Cindy readied her machine gun. "Now git your arms high over your head." Now we all obeyed and raised our arms high. And then without another word, Cindy let loose at pointblank range into our completely naked indian bodies. The automatic weapon sounded so realistic as she raked out bodies with machine gun fire from side to side and back again. The sound did help me dance pretty realistically I think, and Suzie put on a staf performance. Amy reacted as if each bullet was heavy slug somehow crumpling before the weight of the barrage of lead. For me, it felt like I was suspended in mid air by the onslaught of bullets, twisting from side to side, with the bullets even making me do a 360 degree, as they kept entering my buttocks and back and then again my belly, breasts and groin. Cindy kept firing and firing even as we went down to the ground and even when we were on the ground, where we continued to buck at the barrage of gunfire. I don't know but it must have been a hundred or two hundred or more bullets Cindy's automatic spewed out. It just went on and on.
I remember feeling in the midst of the gunfire that this was the most totally uneven or lopsided our battles had ever been. Our unarmed naked bodies against a machine gun wielded by a fully clothed and booted cowgirl. The phrase "don't stand a chance" suddenly had a whole new meaning when it was the firepower of an automatic weapon turned against us. Well, Uncle Buck, re-reading your Adult Western brought this old memory back. I don't think I recounted this back when I first shared my memories. So this is my Christmas present back to you. Thanks so much - I kind of like this kind of Christmas shopping.
With love and season wishes,
From an utterly bullet riddled utterly Naked Injun Wendy.
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: Hello, Wendy!
: It's good to hear from someone who teases and tittilates!
: They are so rare and wonderful these days!
: Come to think of it, in my case they always were ...
: I would have gotten back to you sooner but I was unavoidably detained
: while I was out doing my Christmas shoplifting ...
: I had hoped that Sam could somehow prevail upon Dennis at CnB to lend public access
: to CY's gallery for a while.
: That hasn't happened apparently so as my "Christmas Present" to you,
: here is the complete list of the phototales that make free use of some of the
: photo manipulations of a fellow who called himself Consesually Yours ...
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: An Incident At Indian Rock
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