Article 103053 of alt.sex.stories:
From: "Saeba, Ryo" <cthunter@primenet.com>
Subject: Engine Trouble! (M/f, nc, ir, v)
Date: Wed, 25 Oct 1995 15:18:45 -0700

			   Engine Trouble!
				  by
			      Ryo Saeba

	Dave Shift was a tattered, dusty hunter. He made his money
contributing to the extinction of the buffalo. He decided to put that
money into oone of the latest and greatest inventions of the 19th
century... a Harley Davidson motorized bike.

	Having received new contracts from his employers out in San
Francisco, Dave travelled south from the land of the Mic Macs and
moved into Iriquois territory. His new bike was his pride, the rumble
of the engine, the dust cloud behind him, knowing that no one was
faster. It was everything to him. Then, he noticed smoke pouring from
the engine.

	"God damn it!" he injured his vocal chords as the bike
puttered to a stop. He was surrounded in a cloud of white smoke. He
stepped away from the bike and watched the cloud float away. When the
hiss from the engine sighed, he stepped closer to it. Eyeing it
carefully, he noticed a large hole in the engine cover.

	"Shit," he muttered. He gave the bike a kick and it fell over.
Another dust cloud rose.

	"Just what the hell am I s'posed to do now?" he yelled at the
bike as if it were to apologize and work again. His anger was then
interrupted by a light splashing sound.

	Dave creeped westward toward the splash, entering small wooded
area off the dirt path. The splashing grew louder and there was the
sound of giggling, a girls voice. A devilish smile crept across Dave's
face. He entered into a clearing where there was a small waterhole. In
it he could see a naked Indian girl bathing in a small waterfall under
a few large rocks.

	The girl was beautiful, though she seemed short. Her glossy,
black hair stretched down to her waist, but her body was otherwise
hairless. She had the smallest, pointy, little breasts with barely
noticable nipples. Her body shown as the sun reflected off the many
drops of water on her golden, brown skin.

	Dave stepped into the clearing where she could see him
clearly. The girl stopped playing in the water and froze, staring at
him. She backed into rocks as if to disappear behind the little
waterfall. Dave stepped towards her, sloshing through the knee-deep
water. The girl stood frozen, still staring with wide eyes.

	"Well, now ain't you just the purtiest little thing... " Dave
spoke as if to an infant. The girl did not move nor blink.

	"Hell, you probably don't know a damn of what I'm saying."

	"I know the english," the girl snapped back as if her
intelligence were insulted. "My family trades with the white men."

	"Oh, so then you know people like me?"

	"No, not like you. You are the hunter. You kill the buffalo
more than you can eat, more than you can use. We would not have
anything to do with one like you." The girl felt a bit of confindence
in her words, as if they would hurt the man.

	Dave chuckled, the girls attitude amused him. "And just what
do they call you?"

	"I am called Fox because I am quick and clever."

	"Oh are you now... " Dave laughed sarcastically. His face then
changed to that of a man with an idea, a bad idea. "You sure are
purty. I ain't much for injun girls but, then again, this being the
nineties an all... "

	"I don't know of what you speak."

	"Well, then let me show you... " Dave smiled as he undid his
trousers and allowed his long, limp member to flop out.

	Fox's eyed widened and she gasped. She had never before seen a
penis, but she knew what they were for. She closed her eyes tight and
turned her head away as if the whole scene would vanish. As she heard
the sound of Dave sloshing through the water towards her, she it did
not. She felt a cold hand wrap around the side of her face, forcing
her vision forward again. She opened her eyes to see that Dave's
trousers were off and down in the water around his ankles. The hand
began to force her downward.

	Dave noticed the girl looking up at him as she began to sob.
Perhaps those sad eyes are to convince t stop, he thought. He
continued to force her down until she was kneeling in front of him,
balanced on the balls of her feet. As he moved his member toward her
face she shut her eys and mouth tight and tried to turn her head. Dave
took his semi-hard penis in his other hand and slapped her with it.
She whimpered through her nose. Dave slapped her continuosly with his
dick until she began to cry and her mouth opened. At the first
opportunity he shoved nearly half of his eleven inches into the hot,
wet opening, cutting off her scream. Her muffled crys came through her
nose.

	Dave began to move her head back and forth, feeling her hot
tongue on his shaft. He could feel her tears on the hand with which he
held her. As he shoved more of himself down her throat, with each
thrust, she began to gag and struggle and splash around in the water.
As he neared orgasm the sound of the splashing seemed to fade. Moaning
he closed his eyes and raised his head toward the sun. Through his
shut eyelids he could see red. With each thrust through her soft lips
and over her steaming tongue, the red seemed to become white hot until
that moment he exploded. His entire body shuttered at the release. He
could feel Fox's body tense as her hands wrapped around his hips,
scratching and squeezing in an attempt to get away. He continued
thrusting, forcing more of his fluid down her throat with each stroke.

	Fox could taste it. She wanted nothing more than to be away
from him, but he was inside her. Her throat opening and closing beyond
her control, forcing her to swallow him. The hand let go of her and
she began to fall backward. Dave's member flopped out of mouth,
spurting in her face. Moving her hands to her face to wipe it off, she
fell hard on her back, creating a splash.

	The Splash seemed to awaken Dave from his trance of ecstacy.
Smiling, he leaned down and picked Fox up by her underarms. He set her
large rock just under the waterfall. As he set her down, he rubbed his
hands over her firm, little breasts, down her defined stomach and over
the muscular thighs. He, then grabbed her ankels and raised them into
the air, forcing her to fall on her back. He spread her legs wide.
Moving from her ankles he rubbed the length of her beautiful legs down
to her crotch where his thumbs met with her lips, and he parted them.
he stared long and hard at the wet, pink, untouched hole. He could
feel his member stiffen. He looked into her sad eyes again. She knew
what was next. He stared into her teary eyes as if the moment would
not end. Then, without notice he shoved the whole of himself into her
tiny, wet opening, forcing a scream from her like none he had ever
heard.

	Dave could feel her blood flowing around his member. She
screamed with each thrust. He could see the tears fly off of her face
as she shook her head back and forth. As each thrust went deeper she
yelped louder. Dave began to pump harder and faster, making slapping
sounds against her hips. Her screaming became a rhythmic system of
yelps and gasps. As he slapped against her body he tried to take note
of the feeling of her hot flesh around his penis. He grabbed her
knees, bending her legs toward her head, allowing him to lean over and
slam down into her. She continued to scream and gasp as he changed to
longer harder thrusts.

	Unable to reach orgasm, Dave pushed himself off of her and
pulled his bloody shaft out of her now gaping hole. A line of blood
ran from it and seemd to rest on her anus. She cupped her crotch with
one hand as if to hold the pain. Her breathing was heavy but a bit
more relaxed. She burst into tears. Dave rubbed his penis over crotch,
wiping blood on her knuckles as he followed the trail down to her
anus. He rubbed his head around the hole for a moment, then began to
shove it in. Her crying stopped instantly as she looked into his eyes
with fear, pain and disgust. As he managed a few more inches into her
tight hole, she threw her head back screaming. Dave quickly resumed
his previous rhythm, making a deeper slapping noise against her hips.
One hand still holding her crotch, Fox tried to hold him off with
other. The pain of each thrust seemed to grow and grow...

	Dave could feel the pressure building. He could feel the blood
dripping from his shaft on each outward motion. He closed his eyes and
beagn to moan. Her yelps and gasps grew quicker as the slapping noise
grew louder. Finally, letting out a grunt, Dave exploded in her hole.
The orgasm seemed to be unending as the fluid built up and began to
flow out of her past his member. His penis grew semi-limp and fell out
and he backed away. He watched the remaining fluid flow from her hole.
Fox lay back sobbing, covering her face with one hand and her crotche
with another. Dave laughed as a few more drops spurted from his semi-
hard penis.

	Suddenly, a whistling sound filled the air. Dave looked around
concerned. Fox stopped her crying amd also looked for the source. As
the sound grew closer everything seem to move in slow motion. The
sound of the birds, the tress and the waterfall seemed to fade away.
The sound seemed to shoot right between the two. Dave tried to follow
it with his eyes but was distracted by a burning pain in his crotch.
he screamed from the deepest regions of his throat. Fox also let out a
scream as she watched all eleven inches of Dave's bloody penis fall
into the water, wiggling link a snake. Neither of them saw the blade
that whipped by them and lodge into a rock some 30 meters away.

	Screaming madly, Dave grabbed his crotch and fell to his
knees. Tears fell from eyes as blood spurted from between his fingers.
Fox step away, screaming as the wriggling penis fell near her feet.
Dave reached down to his belt around his ankles and pulled out his
pistol. He rapidly fired all six shots in the direction from which the
sound came. Then there was silence. There was only Fox's heavy
breathing and the sound of Dave's blood spurting inot the water.

	Fox looked at the pain in Dave's face, and the tears in his
eyes. He grit his teeth so as not to cry. She couldn't feel that he
deserved this, even after what he did. No one deserves this.

	Suddenly another figure splashed up from the water behind
Dave, and an arm wrapped around in front his throat. Fox could see the
blade held in this hand attatched to this muscular arm. The blade ran
over Dave's throat as if it were not actually touching it. Dave's head
fell back, opening his neck like there was large, new mouth. Spurting
blood, Dave's body fell into the water revealing a large, muscular
Apache warrior, painted up like the devil did the job himself.

	Seeing the blood flow from Dave's body like a great cloud from
a volcano, Fox could feel a heat in her stomach, and like the volcano
the heat erupted from her throat, sending vomit into the water before
her. Coughing and gagging, she fell to her knees sobbing in fear. The
warrior simply stared at her, with death in his eyes.