Posted by Naked Wendy on October 31, 2008 at 09:37:42:
Hey Sam and Uncle Buck. Been a long time and just wanted to say hello. Following little piece is dedicated to you both. Love. Naked Wendy
Frontiersmen Sam and Uncle Buck sat by the campfire happily recounting their raid on the indian war camp. Having pummelled and whipped the indians' whereabouts out of the naked squaw they'd captured, they'd caught the braves totally by surprise, unleashing a withering barrage of gunfire into the unarmed savages, their heavy calibre bullets tearing apart bare indian bellies, chests, and backs. Before they were done, more than 50 naked indians lay sprawled round the camp, riddled with bullets, arms and legs flung wide.
The cowboys' jeans, high spurred boots, leather chaps, weatern shirts, long leather dusters, and cowboy hats provided protection against the chill autumn wind. But they were still in indian territory, so their rifles and shotguns were close at hand and their fully loaded six guns were holstered and ready.
But little did they know they were completely surrounded. Naked Wendy had freed herself after the cowboys left for the indian camp. She knew the braves had all been shot dead. But the maidens were in a separate camp and she'd rounded them up to exact revenge. Wendy and ten more indian girls now waited for their chance. Naked but for tiny loincloths, six of the girls had knives ready. The other four clutched tomahawks. They had the cowboys outnumbered more than five to one - with odds like that, Wendy knew they couldn't lose.
Wendy waited till Sam dozed off. Uncle Buck now stood guard, shotgun in hand. Wendy gave the sign and the 11 girls charged. Buck wheeled around just as an indian girl, tomahawk raised was almost upon him. He fired his double-barrelled shotgun into the girl's naked belly at point blank range. The force of the blast lifted the girl off the ground as the tomahawk fell from her hand and two bloody gaping wounds appeared just below her belly button. For a moment she seemed suspended. Buck fired again this time right into the now unarmed girl's solar plexus, smashing her to the ground, dead.
Two of the girls raced towards the sleeping cowboy knives raised for the kill. The first one to reach him pounced on him. Sam squirmed out from under the girl and brought his fist up hard into her unprotected belly. Ummpphhh she gasped, dropping her knife. Sam smashed his other fist into the girl's bare right breast winding her, then picked up her knife and plunged it to the hilt into the girl's naked abdomen. As the second indian girl landed on him, Sam quickly brought his heavy boot up hard between her bare legs and right under her flimsy loincloth. The girl's eyes widened as heavy leather and spurs slammed into her exposed crotch. She dropped her knife. Her stunned shock gave Sam the moment he needed to draw his six-guns and fire them at point blank range right into the girl's soft breasts, which quivered at the impact of the slugs before she fell dead at his feet, sprawled on her back.
The battle raged. One squaw drove her knife into Uncle Buck's middle, but it bounced uselessly off the metal buckle on Buck's wide leather belt. Quickly he wrested the knife from the girl's hand, leaving her totally unarmed. He relished the moment. "Pity" he said. "Such a lovely body too". With a quick thrust to the girl's hip, he severed her loincloth, which fell to the ground leaving her totally nude, and then plunged the knife into her crotch. Four indians lay dead or dying on the hard ground.
It was now seven against two, but the girls' bare bodies provided no protection against cowboy fists and boots, and their knives and wooden tomahawks were no match against the cowboys' rifles, six-guns, and shotgun. For just a few minutes, the evening air resounded with the thud and smash of cowboy boots and fists against soft indian flesh, punctuated by high pitched female screams and gasps, and occasional gunshots to bare indian bellies and breasts. Two girls tried to flee but were quickly felled with a barrage of bullets to their naked backs.
In the midst of the melee, Naked Wendy had taken a rifle bullet from Sam to her lower right waist, which - fired from only inches away - had slammed her hard into the ground. Bleeding and clutching the bullet wound, Wendy saw the two cowboys occupied fighting the five remaining girls, slid on her belly into the tall grass, and pulled off her loincloth to stem the bleeding gunshot wound. Minutes later all was quiet. Ten female indian bodies lay sprawled dead on the ground, six of them totally nude - their loincloths torn, cut, or shot off during the fight.
Uncle Buck smiled as he surveyed the carnage. "What do they expect fighting naked against our guns? Gonna end this way every time - total victory for us boys, total defeat for the redskins. The way it's gotta be out here in the west." One girl groaned. Sam walked over, guns drawn, and prodded her nude body with his right boot. "Nice body, eh Buck?" The girl opened her eyes weakly. Sam looked her in the eyes. "Time for the happy huntin' grounds, redskin" he smiled and fired both guns twice into her body, which bucked as the bullets struck before the girl lay totally still, torn apart, and spreadeagled.
Just
a few feet away in the tall grass, Naked Wendy dared not move. She knew
it was only a matter of time before the two cowboys found her.... now
two fully clothed fully armed men against one naked unarmed indian gal
- the odds had changed and she didn't have a chance! ........