Apache Woman




The young Apache girl sat astride her barebacked pony looking down on the fort
from the hill side. Her hard brown, muscular body was naked except for a
buckskin thong tied between her powerful legs and over flat hard belly.
Hanging from her thong strap was a big hunting knife, two throwing knives and
pieces of blood stained scalps taken from the heads of white soldiers tied to
the horses behind her.

The ten horses, tied in a line, each had a naked white soldier tied face down
across the saddle. All the soldiers were dead except one. The ten white men
had been sent to capture this elusive Indian girl who had been ambushing
supply wagons and killing dispatch riders and scouts. This skilful female
warrior had even climbed the fort walls in the middle of the night, silently
strangling two sentries and leaving them hanging from the fort wall, scalped
and naked. No one in the fort had heard a sound.

The young Indian woman's powerful body glistened in the hot sun with a mixture
of sweat and the soldiers spunk that she had smeared over her broad full chest
and powerful thighs. The female savage had pumped the cum from the ponies
soldiers cocks, before torturing and killing nine of the white men. The
soldier she spared sat naked on his horse, gagged and with his ankles tied to
the stirrups and his hands tied behind his back. The agile Apache girl climbed
from the back of her pony onto the back of the horse of the surviving soldier.
She led the train of horses down the hillside, towards the fort. Her pony
followed obediently behind, to which she had tied her bow, quiver of arrows,
tomahawk and an army carbine.

The sentries had seen the horses on the hill and called the fort to arms. They
could not believe their eyes as this trail of horses carrying their comrades
scalped and naked bodies filed down the hill, led by a single Apache Indian
girl. Sitting behind the last surviving soldier, the soldiers on the fort
walls could not fire at her without hitting the soldier. The female warrior
released the train of horse as she neared the fort gates and urged the horse
into a gallop. She drew her knife from her scalp belt with one hand and put
her other hand between his legs and clutched his balls. Giving a screaming war
cry she cut off his balls and held them in the air in full view of the fort.
As her well trained pony drew alongside she leapt off the back of the soldiers
horse, onto the pony, galloping off as fast as she could away from the fort.

The soldiers fired at her from the fort walls but failed to hit this female
scalper as she disappeared between two small hills.

The gates opened and several soldiers rode out in pursuit of the Indian girl.

Once behind the hillocks, the daring she brave rode toward a cluster of trees
and as she approached an overhanging branch , she stood up on the back of the
pony and grabbed the branch, swinging up into the tree and out of sight.
Almost immediately three soldiers came into sight and rode towards the same
trees following the dust of her pony.

As they rode under the overhanging branch, the skilful female warrior swung
down from her hiding place with her powerful legs spread wide apart. The two
leading soldiers were each struck in the head by the Indian girls bare feet
and knocked out of their saddles. Still hanging from the branch by one arm,
the Apache girl drew the throwing dagger from her scalp belt as the fast
approaching third soldier drew his pistol from his belt. The deadly lighting
speed and throwing power of the female savage beat him to the draw and he
toppled from his horse with the knife in his chest.

She dropped to the ground just as the first two dazed soldiers tried to
stagger to their feet. This hard bodied, thong clad Indian huntress did not
even have to draw her tomahawk to fight the unfit, fat bellied white men. She
ran quickly towards them, delivering a paralyzing kick to the crutch of the
first solder as he struggled to draw his pistol and a flying head butt to the
second soldier. With them both back on the ground, she ran to the third,
drawing her tomahawk delivering a death blow, before recovering her throwing
dagger from his chest. After the Indian girl had finished off all the men by
slitting their throats, she stripped them and scalped off their cocks as she
had done with the men that were hunting her on the previous day. Her pony had
obediently returned and she vaulted onto its back with ease, the fighting
having little effect on her superb stamina.

She rode up to the top of a small hill neat the fort and held up the men's
penis's screaming a wild war cry before disappearing behind the hill. She
would be back at a later date with more Apache girls to finally finish off all
the men in the fort.

That patrol of ten unfortunate soldiers that ended up naked and tied to their
horses outside the fort from earlier in the day had been sent out to capture
the wild Indian girl. They were some of the most experienced men in the fort.
But from being the hunters they had become the hunted and were no match for
this skilful, strong and cunning female Apache who led them into her deadly
ambush.

They had tracked her for two days, little knowing she was making it easy for
the inexperienced scouts to follow a trail that would lead then to a place
that she had chosen to pick them off one by one and kill them. The trail the
Apache girl had laid finally led to a steep hillside piles with large rocks
and boulders that could hide a large army. It was at this place she would
finally show herself and taunt the white soldiers.

As the rocky hillside came into view the soldiers saw the Apache girl, wearing
only her fighting thong, her lithe muscular body smeared with war paint. She
was holding an army rifle in the air with three white scalps and penis's tied
to the barrel . She was screaming war cries and taunts at the soldiers from
the top of a large rock. The soldiers could not stand the taunts any longer
and tried to ride to where the indian girl was standing but the rocky outcrops
and narrow gaps between the large boulders rocks made it impossible for the
horses to get through. The soldiers then foolishly dismounted and led by their
young in-experienced officer, made there way up the hillside through the rock
and boulders. The Apache warrior girl gave a last war cry and disappeared into
the rocks.

The soldiers had only a few hours of daylight to complete the capture of the
Indian warrior girl. Trying to find her in the darkness in the rocks would be
hopeless and dangerous. The men were forced to separate as them made their way
through the maze of huge boulders. Hidden in a dark crevice, the Apache hard
bodied female allowed the men to move past her. She could now pick off any man
she wanted without the others knowing, but as she killed some of the men, she
would let them cry out to terrify the others. She moved silently through the
rocks, with her knife in her teeth, until she came up behind her first victim.
The Indian women unhitched her thong from her tight loins and slipped it
around soldier throat. Pulling it tight, she forcing him to the ground with
her knee in the small of his back. He struggled frantically, but she was too
strong and slowly he weakened, dropping his rifle and passing out. She lowered
his limp body to the ground and moved forward to hunt for another white man.
She would return later for the scalp of her first victim.

Apache Massacre

The young hard bodied Apache women lay flat on a rock high above the valley
watching the column of white soldiers riding slowly up the narrow pass.

The lithe muscular female indian brave had discarded her leggings and buckskin
shirt and wore only her scalp belt on which hung her knife and tomahawk. A
single white stripe of war paint was smeared across her face. The beads of
sweat running down her powerful brown body glistened in the hot sun. Her long
thick jet black hair lay down between her broad strong shoulders to the small
of her back. The sweat ran down the deep groove between the massive muscles on
her spine and into the tight cleft between her big round, bare, rock hard
buttocks

As she continued to watch the soldiers two troopers left the column and rode
ahead up the pass to scout ahead. She decided to ambush and take these men
before they could give the alarm to the column. Their scalps would join the
many already hanging from her scalp belt. Soon her war party of female
hardbodies would arrive from the reservation

Strong Pony, which was the Apache women's name, quickly slid of the rock onto
the back of her pony that was standing patiently out of sight. The powerful
female savage rode to another position in the rocks around the pass where she
could lie in wait for the whites. She new she would have to take them quickly
before they could use their guns and alert the other soldiers.

The magnificently muscled and agile female warrior picked her ambush position
where she could drop onto the soldiers from the higher rocks. An arrow would
make certain of taking one soldier, but the indian woman would have to take
the men in close combat with her knife and tomahawk to ensure she could get
them both before they were able to raise the alarm.

She lay in wait motionless until the second soldier was right under her. She
pulled her tomahawk from her scalp belt and dropped onto the back of the
whites horse. She landing perfectly behind him, her powerful bare thighs
straddling his horse. She brought the side of her tomahawk down on of his
head, knocking him out. The other soldier wheeled his horse around as the
Apache fighting women pushed the limp body of her first victim off his horse.
The soldier went for his holstered pistol as the hard buttocked red skin women
hurled her tomahawk at the soldier.

She was too quick for him. The soldier toppled from his horse with the
tomahawk buried in his forhead, the pistol slipping from his hand, before he
could fire his weapon. The tall hard bellied warrior women dismounted and
moved quickly to the unconscious man. She tied his wrists and quickly cut away
his breeches from around his loins, exposing his soft belly, crutch and
buttocks. She moved to the second soldier and pulled her deadly hatchet from
his forehead.

Strong Pony stripped the dead soldier and proceeded to put on his uniform. She
had to split the back of his shirt to allow her to button the shirt over her
broad shoulders and chest. Her breasts were small but very hard and pointed.
She tucked her long, thick black hair up into the soldiers hat and pulled it
down over her eyes to cover her dark brown face and warpaint. The dead soldier
was lifted by this very strong Apache women onto his horse. The female savage
mounted the other horse and holding dead soldier upright she walked both
horses to the edge of the ravine, so that they could be seen by the column of
soldiers in the distance, lower down in the valley.

The Captain of the column of fifty soldiers saw what he thought were his two
scouts signaling from a ridge over the pass. The Apache women new how to make
the 'all clear' signal by watching many army scouts. The Captains gazed
through his binoculars at the figures waving from the hill. He was satisfied
the pass was safe and ordered his men forward.

Strong Pony led the other horse behind the ridge out of site of the soldiers
and dragged the dead soldier to the ground and after stripping of the uniform
she was wearing she cut open the dead soldier breeches and scalped off his
cock.

It would still take about two hours for the column of soldiers to reach the
narrowest part of the pass where they could be ambushed and massacred, so this
allowed time for her war party of young hard bodied Apache girls to arrive
from the reservation. Strong Pont could now have sport with the surviving
captive white soldier while she waited. Strong Ponies sister Swift Arrow was
gathering this war party of Apache girls from the reservation while Strong
Pony had been ambushing the scouts.

Strong Pony removed the gag from the now naked soldier and straddled him
pinning his now free arms with her knees. He tried to resist but she was too
strong for him. The skillful Apache hunting women had captured her prey and
now taunted him with her pussy. She stuck her tongue out to indicate to him
that he must lick or die by strangulation as she gripped his throat, flexing
her massive biceps. The soldier eagerly did her bidding by licking all of her
muscular crutch and probed her asshole as much as he could. His cock lay hard
on his soft belly and the Apache slid down him and opened his legs. She
lubricated the handle of her scalping knife by licking it with her tongue and
worked it deep into his ass hole. He cried out for mercy but could not be
heard by the other soldiers who were too far away.

The Apache indian war party was made up of fifteen muscular young Apache girls
eager to fight the white soldiers. They were ready to taste the white soldiers
spunk after their victory. They were riding towards the pass, on the captured
soldiers horses, stripped naked ready for battle, some carrying fresh scalps
of the men they had overpowered, defeated and fucked the night before at the
reservation.

The fifteen savage female braves had escaped on foot from the reservation in
the early hours of the morning. The soldiers guarding them and the old women
and children had prevented the indians from keeping any ponies or weapons. To
obtain horses and weapons the she - braves would have to take them from the
thirty troopers guarding the reservation village. When the Apache girls, some
as young as sixteen, neared the soldiers camp they went down onto their hard
flat bellies and crawled closer to the camp like deadly snakes. The sentries
were taken quickly and silently by the indian girls who were very skillfull at
slitting throats. With all the guards slaughtered, the Apache female war party
crawled in among the sleeping troopers and began slitting more throats and
strangling until some soldiers were awoken by the cries of their comrades.

Still outnumbered ,but with surprize on their side the young Apache women
clubbed and wrestled the remaining soldiers to the ground. The surviving white
men were stripped and staked out and ridden like ponies by the young hard
buttocked female savages. As soon as the men spurted their cock juice over the
the hard bellies and breasts of the Apaches girls, they were tomahawked and
scalped between their legs.

Meanwhile at the pass, Strong Pony worked the soldiers now very hard and
lengthened cock with her strong fingers and spat saliva onto his cock head
before she mounted him. She had prepared him by tying his wrists and ankles to
stakes driven into the ground

Crazy Pony wrestled the last soldier to the ground. The white man was no match
for this skilful Sioux warrior woman. The powerful naked, war painted
she-brave forced him onto his back and straddled his face pinning him to the
ground with her hard muscular buttocks. She was naked because she had used her
scalping thong to tie up another soldier. This other unfortunate white man lay
face down a few feet away with his hands tied behind his back, his bare
buttocks sticking into the air with Crazy Ponies spear shaft stuck in his ass.

The soldier with his face being pinned by the rock hard ass of this Sioux
warrior princess kicked out wildly with his legs as he slowly suffocated,
while the hard bodied female fighter cut open the front of his breeches with
her scalping knife. Well endowed men were often spared and taken captive for
sport and wrestling and for hunting practice for the younger female braves.

The other she-braves in Crazy Ponies small war party were finishing off the
remaining white soldiers with their tomahawks and taking the mens scalps. Some
warrior girls were removing the saddles from the white soldiers horses and
collecting the mens rifles and ammunition in preparation for their escape.

The ambush had been swift and savage. The dozen Sioux female fighters had
surprised and overwhelmed the larger party of cavalrymen by digging shallow
pits on the open hillside during the night. Two of the female braves then
buried the other braves in the pits with grass and leaves and then hid nearby.
The indan women lay motionless and silent in the pits all through the morning,
stripped down to simple and brief breech clouts or thongs around their loins.
They were only armed with bows, spears, tomahawks and scalping knives.
Surprise would be their main weapon and getting in close to the white men, so
they could take them off their horses and then defeat the unfit soft bellies
in hand to hand fighting. They would take the men before they could use their
guns. These female indians had also oiled their hard athletic bodies with
buffalo fat to prevent the soldiers horses detecting their scent.

The white men rode along the hillside with their thong clad male pawnee scout
following the tracks purposely left behind by one of the female braves. The
column of soldiers rode silently between the hidden pits in which the deadly
indian women lay in wait. The soldiers did not expect an ambush in open
country where they could see no obvious hiding places for Indians. The captain
of the soldiers wanted to stay in the open because he knew that few white men
could survive hands to hand combat with strong fit indian female warriors.

Suddenly the silence was broken by Crazy Ponies screaming war cry as she rose
out of the ground, quickly followed by the other war painted female warriors,
screaming and wooping. The sudden noise alarmed the soldiers horses and threw
the army column into total confusion. Some of the female indian fighters came
out of their pits with their bows drawn and after they loosed their arrows at
close range, toppling many men off their mounts, then they continued the
attack with tomahawks. The strong Sioux females leapt onto the backs of the
soldiers horses and dragged the men to the ground and tomahawked them or cut
the soldiers throats while they were still in their saddles, pushing them to
the ground before attacking another white. The battle became a confused mass
of brown muscular female bodies entwined with the blue uniformed soldiers. The
whites who, although they outnumbered the indian girls, were quickly being
overpowered and slaughtered in the had to hand combat with the strong more
skillful Sioux she - braves.

None of the white men had escaped the deadly ambush and the hillside was
littered with the naked bodies of the soldiers. Some of the men were kept
alive, and these were also stripped and forced to follow behind the women who
had mounted the soldiers horses. They were pulled along with ropes around
their necks and with their hands tied behind there backs.

The Sioux she braves slowly rode off in the direction of the fort as darkness
approached. With none of soldiers escaping, the men in the fort would be
unaware of their comrades fate and unprepared for the night attack on their
fort.

Crazy Pony finished off her white man by lifting him up vertically, putting
his head between her thighs and then pile driving him. For the last act she
kneeled down and scalped off his penis.

The naked Sioux princess stood proudly surveying the destruction on the
battlefield. The sweat ran down over her broad shoulders and down over her
large firm breasts, dripping onto her small tight waist and flat rock hard
belly. She tied on her brief buckskin thong, pulling the strap tight between
big powerful legs and up deep between her hard powerful buttocks.

Her skillful female fighters had defeated the many whites even with the men
having many guns and now her war party would soon be tasting the cum of the
soldiers in the fort. Crazy Pony walked over to a dead soldier and pulled her
tomahawk from his forehead and then sprinted to the nearest bare backed horse
and leapt up onto the mount, displaying her incredible strength and stamina
that remained even after this short but hard fight against many men. She then
led her victorious braves towards the fort as darkness approached

Attack on the Fort

The indian women dismounted from their ponies a mile from the fort and made
the rest of the way on foot. The fort was surrounded by open ground and as the
moon disappeared behind a cloud several of the female warriors would sprint
across the open ground to the shadows of the fort walls. Strong Pony would
climb the fort wall first, carrying a long rope. The Indian girl would have to
climb slowly and silently to achieve complete surprise.

As she neared the top of the stockade she heard two white men talking, he
stealthy Indian looked carefully over the parapet and saw the two sentries
silhouetted in the moonlight. She would have to attract their attention so
they would look over the parapet, where she was hanging and she could attack
them. Hanging on with one hand the powerful Indian woman made a bird call and
drew her knife from her scalp belt. They stopped talking and she heard them
moving towards her. As they were almost over her, she suddenly rose up over
the parapet and stabbed the first soldier in the throat. Pulling herself
quickly over the stockade she kicked out, knocking down the second man with a
blow to the head. She was on top of the second man in a split second, rolling
him onto his face and slitting his throat. With both of the sentries finished
of she crouched in the darkness to see if any other sentries had heard the
noise

With no movement in the fort she lowered the rope for the other Indians girls
to climb the fort wall.

The small war party of twenty female hard bodied savages was now in the fort,
full of sleeping white soldiers numbering sixty to seventy men. There would be
other sentries to deal with before the Indian girls would be able to complete
the slaughter. The Indians moved silently around the parapet at the top of the
stockade wall with their knives at the ready to search out the other sentries.

Massacre At Dawn

Wearing only their brief breechclouts and war paint the Apache women
dismounted from their ponies and crept towards the soldiers camp through the
early morning mist. Strong Pony, Snake Women and Swift Arrow crawled through
the long grass ahead of the main war party of Apache female hard bodies, armed
with their bows and deadly arrows. The strong, fit, muscular bodies of the
indian women glistened with the morning dew that fell from the grass as they
crawled on their hard bellies. The foolish soldiers had camped without regard
to the cover around them that could hide the Indian girls and allow the deadly
savages to approach so close. The Apache women were experts in close hand to
hand combat and without their guns the soldiers would be taken easily even
though they outnumbered the Apaches three to one.

The painted female savages surrounded the camp silently

Strong pony rose up out of the long grass and drawing back her bow string, let
her deadly arrow fly at the first sentry. Snake Women and Swift Arrow followed
suite. The sentries fell with hardly a sound giving the female war party vital
seconds of surprise. Some of the she braves crawled forward to where the
sentries fell and finished them off by cutting their throats. The Apache she
braves then drew their tomahawks and knives and waited for the signal to
attack and overwealm the whites.

Strong Pony flexed her muscles and ran the sharp blade of her scalping knife
across her bulging bicep, drawing blood and then let out a terrifying war cry
which was the signal for the attack.

The Apaches female savages thundered towards the camp screaming more blood
curdling war cries. The startled soldiers ran for their carbines and some
tried to load the gatling gun and turn it on the Indian girls. It was too
late, the hard bodied indian she braves were on top of most of the whites
before that could load their weapons. The men trying to use the gatling gun
were quickly overpowered and had their throats slit by some Apaches girls led
by Swift Arrow who by now was naked. She had used her breech clout to tie up
one of the officers after quickly wrestling him to the ground. One officer
managed to pull out his pistol and fire a single shot that whistled past the
ear of Snake Woman before she brought her tomahawk up between his legs as she
stormed past him to launch her spear at another soldier who was trying to load
his rifle. He fell back as her lance went right through his throat. Strong
Pony deflected a soldiers sabre blow with a rifle she had taken from one of
her white victims and delivered a paralyzing kick between the white man legs.
She threw the rifle aside and finished the man with a powerful tomahawk blow
to the head. The officer that had been tomahawked in the crutch was being
stripped by a young female warrior who was no older than eighteen. She would
scalp him between his legs.

Grey Dove and Running Bare saw some soldiers trying to escape on foot. The
start of the attack had startled the soldiers horses and they had bolted. The
two tall and powerful young Apache women gave chase and soon overhauled the
four unfit white men who were more used to riding a horses than trying to
outrun skilful and superbly fit Indian girls. The exhausted whites were easily
overpowered and tomahawked by the two warrior girls. The Indian women pulled
down the men breeches off and scalped their cocks and balls. They then
sprinted back to the white mens camp to help finish off the rest of the
whites.

The fierce fight was nearly over with the camp site littered with dead and
wounded soldiers, some being stripped naked by the war painted female victors.
The ceremonial fucking of the whites would now begin. In the attack some of
the men were wrestled and overpowered by the Apache females and tied up. The
men were stripped and tied over fallen trees and logs. The female braves
aroused by their great victory over the many white soldiers now prepared
themselves for the ass raping the men. The mens buttocks were opened up and
greased with buffalo fat until the Indian girls could force in their fists.
They greased up their tomahawk shafts and to a rhythmic drum beat, pumped the
mens ass holes deeper and deeper. The mens cocks grew is size, almost to those
of Apache bucks. The impaled soldiers came in big handfuls which the Indian
girls smeared all over their hard brown bodies while screaming wild war cries.
They burnt the camp, carried off all the men weapons and ammunition and left
the few surviving men still tied up and screaming for mercy