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"Apache" 1/1 {Fdom, IR, WS, Violence}
Onkel Konkel <konkelberry@yahoo.com>
Date: 3/28/99
WARNING! This story contains some rather violent passages. If you're
offended by Female Domination, young girls beating up a grown man,
Inter-racial sex, golden showers, face-sitting, trampling, or... if
you're a sound, politically correct individual who despise filthy
sex-stories and fantasies, then stop reading right now! (You shouldn't
be here in the first place, should you?)
By the way... This story may be distributed for free by anyone, anyhow
and anywhere, as long as nobody messes it up (... any further.).
APACHE (1/1) by Joergen Karlsson
Little Eagle finished her meal and put out the fire. The sun was rising
behind the mountains at the horizon. It was a beautiful sight. She would
meet her family again, after a long absence. The white soldiers had
brought her to their territory, a dead town for the living dead, the
soul -- and mindless people.
She had been imprisoned for one and a half-year, for defending herself
against a soldier who had tried to rape her at the well. She could
easily have killed the brutal beast, but didn't. Killing a soldier meant
a certain death sentence, and further punishment on her tribe. But she
had made sure that he would never ever manage to force himself on
another woman again.
She was a delicate young woman, but strong and skilled in her tribes
fighting techniques. A clumsy, drunken soldier meant as much harm to
her, as a mouse did to a bear. Measuring almost six foot and weighing
about 140 pounds, with waist-long raven-black hair and a face that
radiated both feminine beauty and merciless cruelty, she kept most men
at a distance. Except for the stupid. Or the very brave.
She came without a horse and without any weapons, but a feline will
always finds away to catch a prey. Little Eagle grew up in this
landscape, and hadn't forgotten how to set a trap. Yesterday, at dawn,
she had even caught a jackrabbit with her bare hands.
The dark brown apache-woman undressed and squatted in the stream. The
icy cold water washed away the dirt as well as her fatigue. She splashed
some water on her small, pointy breasts and sighed. What she needed the
most for the moment was a man. She would even settle for a white man,
for once in a lifetime. Living in celibacy for such a long time could
drive anybody insane. She had seen it happen to several good women who
had lost their male companions. 19 months without a man, with nothing
but her fingers to comfort her, meant that the first man she spotted out
here in the wilderness was in for a rough treat.
The right hand sank down between her soft and slender thighs. She just
had to do something about that tension. As she teased her thick labia
with light touches and rolled the astonishingly big and almost black
nipples between the left hands fingers, there was a sudden roar of pain
from the other side of the hill. A male voice, so tormented she couldn't
decide whether it was one of her own kind or one of the other kind.
She ran, or rather climbed, the steep hill as fast as she could. When
she reached the top, her eyes caught the sight of a white soldier, naked
from the waist down, being beaten and kicked out of his raping-mood by
three Apache-girls in their early teens. They swarmed the helpless,
bleeding man like bees and dished out a cruel punishment.
One of the girls, the one who was completely naked, Little Eagle
remembered as a shy and poetic little creature at the age of twelve.
That was before her own time in prison. The very same girl had now
developed not only a thick black bush around her sex and a pair of
dangling, orange-sized breasts, but also great fighting-skills. Her firm
body gleamed with sweat and stenches of the foes blood as she spun
around and landed a perfect kick that broke the soldier's already
battered nose. She let out a shriek of triumph as he fell to the ground,
with sickening dark-red spurts pumping from the bruised face.
They finished him off by kicking him in the head several times, then
tied his feet together and his arms behind the back. The other two girls
undressed and one of them, a rather fat, mean-looking predator that
looked far too sexy for her fourteen years of age, squatted over the
unconscious victim's face.
Little Eagle smiled and picked up where she had left off down in the
stream. She watched the girl's huge breasts and started to stroke her
own purple-shining labia. A golden ray appeared from between the stout
girl's mature buttocks and found its way to the man's slightly parted
lips. The fountain of blood had by now seized. She washed away the dirt
from his face with her salty liquid. And she washed his filthy mouth
thoroughly.
As the tallest of the three girls sat down and started to piss in the
soldier's face, Little Eagle had a long and wonderful orgasm. Then, as
the last waves of heavenly pleasure swept through her naked body, she
suddenly started thinking clearly:
"Where there's one soldier, there's at least five other soldiers. They
never ride alone, not even in a friendly territory like this. Surely,
the girls must be aware of that. So how come they play around like this?
Like some careless children..."
Little Eagle heard sparkling girlish giggle as she went looking for
the rest of the troops. She moved cautiously, without making a sound. A
few minutes later she heard the sound of a horse. And then another one.
Naked and unarmed she hid behind a giant rock, and then crawled around
the spot where the noise was coming from, in a big semi-circle, away
from the wind's direction. At least now, they wouldn't be able to smell
her. She waited for a long time, only a few steps away from the camp.
But there were no voices. Just the smell of human beings. And blood.
As she had expected, there were six horses, tied to different trees.
The moment later she discovered the corpses of four white soldiers,
killed by Apache-arrows. Their faces expressed surprise and shock. Two
of them had been shot in the back. There was a trail of dried blood in
the sand, towards a fallen tree. Little Eagle picked up one of the dead
men's long knives and headed for the wounded enemy.
The young uniformed man was lying on the side, with an arrow buried in
the chest. He was barely conscious, but managed to reach out his right
hand in a pathetic gesture. He was begging her:
"Please, please... don't kill me." Little Eagle knew the meaning of
those words. She signed for him to be quiet and lowered herself, still
with the knife in her hand, to inspect the wound.
It wasn't as bad as she had expected. He would survive if she started
treating him right away. Without thinking about it, Little Eagle had
lowered herself over his face, as she paid full attention to his wound.
In a desperate attempt to save his own life, the weak and bleeding man
reached out his tongue and started licking the crack of the ass of the
woman he thought was going to scalp and kill him right there and then.
The tickling sensation when the almost dry tongue swept past her tight
rim almost sent her tumbling forwards, towards a certain death for her
fallen enemy. But she regained her balance and let him have his way with
the tongue. No man, who deserved to be called a man, would lick a woman
in the ass. For a second she thought about killing him for his
cowardice, but it felt so good, the lively tongue up and down her ass.
It felt so wonderfully good every time it ran over her asshole, her
filthy hole, her shit-hole, so good!
She knew she should remove the arrow and clean the wound in his chest
if she wanted to be sure to save his life, but that didn't seem as
important as his work in her darkest regions. Nothing did.
At least ten minutes later, ten minutes closer to the death of the
pale soldier, Little Eagle's beautiful body started shivering. The
orgasm was so strong, so intense, that she almost fainted.
She sighed. Now, it was high time to get to work. She had plans for
the pale-skinned wimp.
When William Gates returned to the land of the living, it was in the
middle of the night and he was covered with army blankets. The
Apache-beauty he thought was going to kill him, but instead had saved
his life, was sitting in front of the camp fire at his feet, wrapped in
one of their blankets, watching him with her dark, observant eyes. The
pain in his chest was sharp, and made each breath feel like it might be
his last. But he somehow felt that he was going to pull through. The
Indians knew how to deal with this kind of wounds. The moment later he
fell asleep again.
He awoke at the break of dawn, when she slapped his face and urged him
to sit up and drink some steaming hot liquid that smelled awful. He
managed to swallow the bitter-tasting brew and kissed her hand as she
helped him to lie down again. With a blurring vision, he watched the
naked woman grab one of the army rifles and leave the camp. Then
everything went black.
At noon, the smell of grilled rabbit meat brought him back to reality.
He was lying in the shade, not far away from the dark-brown nymph by the
fire. She was sitting in her normal squat-position, shamelessly
spreading her thighs and exposing her delicate cunt, as she ate. Her
labia was remarkably thick and beautiful. Dark red, or was it purple? He
remembered licking her ass, to persuade her to spare his life, and
wondered if there were any chances she would let him lick her the way a
man is supposed to lick a woman. Probably not. And he should be more
than grateful to her. Four of his comrades, possibly all five, had been
killed by her tribe. He had recognized the arrow in his chest.
It all started with that imbecile Jimmy Carson, running after some
teenage girl they had almost caught hunting in what was known as the
forbidden zone. The Indians weren't allowed to do that in this area, but
Carson was the only one making an issue out of it.
Little Eagle noticed the soldier staring at her cunt for several
minutes. That was only part of her plan. She walked towards him, sat
down really close and handed him a piece of meat, allowing him a good
view of her magnificent breasts, her firm stomach, the slender and
strong thighs and the dark treasure between them. The smell of the meat
mixed with the scent of her sex, and she could tell that he noticed.
# # #
The three Apache-girls - the cute and shy-looking Little Princess, not
yet 14 years of age, the grim, fully-grown Mountain Rose, almost one
year older and the 15-year-old with the suiting name Black Viper - had
left their home ground for a hunting trip. They all knew that they
weren't allowed to visit this area at all, and especially not to go
hunting here. But they also knew that the white soldiers hardly ever
bothered to come this far north.
They had spent the first night around the campfire, under the stars,
eating, gossiping about boys and telling each other rude jokes that
would have made their parents furious. They slept tightly squeezed
together that night, close to the fire.
They woke up while it was still dark and hurried out in the bushes.
When they were done with their morning toilet, they ran to the small
lake and threw themselves into the cold water. They swam, splashed water
at each other and wrestled joyfully for a while.
Black Viper caught two big fish for breakfast and forced Little
Princess to kill and gut them, because she knew how much the younger
girl hated to touch those slimy creatures.
Viper and Rose swam across the lake a few times, before they returned
to the sulking Princess, who was preparing the meal. Rose discovered
something shimmering in the Princesses pubic hair.
"Look, Princesses pussy is full of shining silver."
"I wonder if she raped the poor fish," Viper laughed.
"Oh no, not Little Princess! She's still a virgin. Or at least she was
twenty minutes ago," Rose decided. "SHUT UP, YOU TWO!!" the smaller
girl screamed. "Shut up and eat. I hope you choke on the damn fish!"
Still, hours later, in a gruesome mood, Little Princess wandered off on
her own with her bow and arrows, determined to show the others that she
was nobody's fool, by shooting an impressive animal and eating the best
parts herself. That would show them.
Then, all of a sudden, she stood face to face with six soldiers. She
froze as one of them approached her with a dangerous smile on his face.
He screamed something she couldn't understand and reached for her arm.
One of the others said something she did understand: "Leave her alone."
The brute's filthy hand squeezed her shoulder, then her breasts.
Little Princess reacted with a quick punch to the nose. The others
laughed as her enemy staggered backwards. Princess grabbed the
opportunity and fled. The ugly soldier followed her like an evil shadow,
with tear-filled eyes and blood running down his chin.
At the same moment, Rose and Viper fired from short distance. One of
the soldiers took an arrow in the back of his neck, another got hit in
the head. They were both still living as they hit the ground, but not
much longer.
The third one took one in the throat, and the fourth died with an
arrow between his gaping lips. Number five screamed in sheer horror as
he stumbled and fell to the ground with an arrow embedded in his chest.
The massacre was over in ten seconds. Only one shot had been fired by
the shocked soldiers, and that had been well off target.
The soldier caught up with Little Princess in a dry riverbed. He punched
her in the stomach and started tearing off her clothes. When she crawled
around naked and crying on the sharp rocks, he pulled off his own
trousers and tried to steer his stiff penis into her unwilling body.
That's when her friends arrived. Viper landed a snapping punch to his
jaw from behind, and Rose kicked him in the ribs the moment later.
Rose and Viper pissed him in the face, as he slowly regained
consciousness. When the brute realized what had happened, he turned his
head and spat at least a dozen times, to get rid of the foul taste in
his mouth. Then he started the futile struggle to free himself from the
ropes that tied his arms and legs.
The girls watched and taunted the helpless man. Every now and the they
kicked and beat him until he begged them to stop. The furious Little
Princess made him cry twice, as she repeatedly hit him in the crotch and
walked all over his tormented body, using every ounce of her 95 pounds
to force his backside against the sharp rocks beneath him. With one foot
on his chest and the other in his face, she shifted her body-weight from
left to right and back again, over and over, like an innocent little
girl playing an innocent game. Every time her full weight balanced on his
head, the most sickening moans she had ever heard passed his broken lips
and tickled the leathery sole of her naked foot that rested on his
mouth.
The power and pleasure she felt as she tortured a man more than twice
her own size, was beyond words. Her big, dark nipples grew hard as
pearls and started to ache by some wild and unknown desire as she rolled
them between her fingertips. A trickle of her freely flowing natural
juices ran down her left thigh, and all the way down to her victim's
smashed and swollen lips.
With a long, uncontrolled sigh, she sank down on his mistreated face.
The tip of his broken nose pressed against her tight rim. That felt
really good. The second later, his tongue was all over the young girl's
wet cunt, with a skill that didn't match his brutal manners at all. But
this time he knew that his life depended on it.
The sweet and spicy taste of the creamy sauce that filled his mouth
and ran down his throat as he swallowed, washed away the pain and the
taste of blood and piss. Without being aware of it, his cock started
growing, to the other two girls amusement.
"The white pig likes to get beaten half to death."
"And to suck on a little virgin-pussy."
"I'll give him something to choke on," Rose giggled.
"Mmm... you're so fat, he won't be able to breathe. You'll kill him,
for sure."
"Ha ha ha ha. So you better use him first, unless you want to ride a
corpse."
"I might sit on his cock instead," Viper said with a wry smile, and
started to inspect it closely.
"You're disgusting! Fucking a white man!?"
"Raping a white man," Viper corrected and squeezed his testicles, that
had swollen to twice their normal size, due to Little Princess savage
attacks earlier. The soldier's body jerked. They giggled in unison and
watched their younger friend as she put more pressure on his head and
then suddenly farted. Rose and Viper started to laugh hysterically.
The only thing that existed for Little Princess was the wave of hot
pleasure that shoot through her body. She forced his nose up her tight
asshole with rough, merciless movements. This was something she had
never ever experienced before. The series of sparkling, amazing orgasms
seemed never-ending.
Her hands played a brutal game with the young and firm breasts, as the
sweat poured down the exhausted girlish body. When she reached the top
of the mountain, she dug her sharp fingernails into the prey, called out
to her ancestors and then fainted on top of him.
# # #
Little Eagle cleaned the chest-wound and bathed it with a herbal
mixture. Her patient was out of danger. It was high time for some
recreation and fun. Without a word, she pulled the blanket away and
watched his long and powerful penis, that was resting on his hairy
thigh, like a sleeping snake.
The cleaning procedure became a teasing foreplay. He grew harder and
thicker in her hands, but didn't give up his feeble protests until she
slapped him in the face. Hard. He seemed more embarrassed than horny,
despite the nine or ten inches of pulsating cock that pointed towards
the sky. She spat him in the face and mounted him.
He hardly moved at all, he just lay there and enjoyed himself. Little
Eagle didn't mind. The only thing she was interested in was the piece of
stiff meat he had to offer. She fucked him hard and fast, to kill off
the worst pain of longing.
The funny, slurping noises when their sexes met and parted increased
her burning lust. She felt like an animal, a hyena in heat, and it
didn't take long until she went over the edge with a delighted roar.
The gracious woman climbed off and started to masturbate him with her
both hands. Half a minute later, an astonishing amount of seed came
splashing through the air in eight voluminous spurts.
She gave him almost an hour to recover. Then she got on top of him
again. This time with more passion and less force. They made love for
more than 30 minutes, soaked in sweat in the dry afternoon heat, kissing
each other over and over again, like sweethearts. He caressed her
wonderful breasts and licked those big, black nipples just like she
wanted him to.
When he was about to unload for the second time, Little Eagle quickly
changed position and seated herself on his face. She sucked on the
enormous cock, that was coated with her own flavor, until her mouth
filled with his warm, fish-tasting sauce. A finger penetrated her
asshole, and his licking intensified.
She held his blond hair with her left hand. His tongue worked in
circles around her clitoris. Well, all good things must come to an end,
she thought. Her body started shivering as the waves of ecstatic
pleasure almost swept her away. Her right hand grabbed the handle of the
knife. He would make an excellent scalp. Then she started to cut.