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.