They Took Us at Dawn




We had ridden far from the fort but they were elusive and we did not realize
they were making it easy for us to follow their trail. Our column chased them
further into their land where I was afraid they could hide themselves and
ambush us at their will. For two day we chased them with out sleep and with
orders not to return until we had finally killed or captured this band of
savages.

A week earlier they had ambushed a patrol of fifty troopers and wiped them out
except for one man they let go and let run back to the fort naked. He said
that there were only fifteen to twenty Indians and they were only armed with
bows and arrows, tomahawks and knives. Every man had been scalped between his
legs. We could not believe the mans story that so few Indians could overwhelm
so many men, armed with rifles and pistols, so quickly. We set out with a
large force of seventy troopers to catch this savage and brutal Indian war
party. This left only thirty men remaining in the fort but and a relief column
was due in a few days with reinforcements and ammunition.

On the third day we finally had to make camp as the men were totally exhausted
tired from sleeping in their saddles. I did not want to make camp because
nowhere could we find open high ground and there was long grass everywhere.
This would allow Indians to creep up on us in the night. But I worried about
the state of the men and our position. I posted double sentries of the men who
were least tired. I had a bad feeling about the night to come. I sent a rider
back to the fort to send more men. If we did not find the Indians by next day
we would have to return to the Fort.

Exhausted I fell quickly into a deep sleep. Suddenly a rustling and a muffled
cry awoke me. As I looked around trying to accustom my eyes to the darkness,
the moon came out from behind the clouds. Then I saw her at the edge of the
camp, an almost naked bare breasted Apache girl with a war painted face and a
powerful oiled body that glistened in the moonlight . She was straddling one
of the sentries who was lying face down and she was scalping him. I went for
my pistol and was about to shout out the alarm when I felt a strong hand grip
may wrist and another hand go over my mouth. As I was dragged away kicking my
legs into the long grass, two more athletically built Apache females emerge
from the shadows carrying tomahawks. They quickly went down on two more of my
sleeping men and finished them with a single hatchet blows to the back of
their heads. As I was dragged further into the long grass by my Apache captor
I passed the naked bodies of two more of my sentries that had their throats
slit and their penis's scalped off.

Still I could not hear any response from the troopers as more war painted
Apache females wearing only their buckskin thongs crawled through the grass
towards my sleeping soldiers with their scalping knives between their teeth. I
heard the muffed gurgling sound of strangulation as the Apache fighting women
were subduing my men quietly with their bare hands. The hard bellied indian
women crawled silently through the camp picked the men to kill at random and
slitting their throats.

My strong captor forced me face down and straddled me. I was quickly gagged
and my hands tied behind my back and then my ankles. Why was I not just killed
and scalped, maybe that would come later?

I was rolled over and looking up, was confronted by a brown bodied, lean
muscular female savage that straddled me pinning my arms with her powerful
legs. She wore only a scalp belt and brief breechclout around her loins. A
single white stripe of war paint crossed her face. Her thick long black hair
was held in place by a red bandana. My men would stand no chance against these
skillful female warriors. She flexed her biceps and spoke in broken English: "
I spare you pony soldier so you watch Apache women finish off rest of your
white men at dawn. We leave rest of men to sleep now. Soon we go to Fort for
more white scalps and take pony soldier squaws." Many of my men had been
slaughtered silently by the females with out waking the others. It would be a
massacre in the morning and the Fort would be at their mercy.

As she said this her Apache she braves crawled back thru the long grass with
two picking me up and carrying me away. The Apache women had slipped into the
camp and silently killed the sentries, my two officers and many other men,
leaving many to sleep on. They also carried off many carbines and ammunition.

I was carried to a clearing and then was able to see all of the Apache women.
I counted only fifteen. This could not be. How could these female fighters
that never used the white men's guns in battle, defeat so many of my men.

Gagged and tied I watched these tall, lithe and powerful young women prepare
their bow and arrows, sharpen their knives and tomahawks. Some began knife and
tomahawk throwing practice hurling the deadly hatchets at the surrounding
trees. They moved quickly and with ease in wrestling practice with each other
and some lifted heavy logs to strengthen their already powerful bodies. The
Apaches females were all clad in the same garment. A simple narrow deerskin
breach clout hung from their scalp belts. The narrow skin was worn tight
between their legs and buttocks, passing over their hard muscular bellies
before hanging over the scalp belt at both the front and back. They were broad
shouldered with small hard breasts, tight waists, round firm buttocks and hard
bellies. Their arms strong with pronounced biceps were strengthened by much
bow and arrow shooting and tomahawk throwing. Few white men survived hand to
hand combat with an Apache woman.

The older Apache women who seemed to be the leader took it in turn to wrestle
some of the other younger women braves and showed her superior skill by
quickly overpowering each of them. Her scalp belt had many fresh white scalps
from the ambush and massacre of our soldiers several days earlier.

This powerful leader approached me and began to cut off my uniform with her
scalping knife until I was naked. She forced me on to my stomach over a fallen
tree and spread my legs with her knees. I felt her fingers open my buttocks
and finger my asshole. First she inserted one finger and then two. She leaned
over me and felt my cock and balls with her other hand as they began to swell.

Then she drew the tomahawk from her belt and offered the shaft end, which was
carved smooth in the shape of a penis head, to one of the younger apaches
girls to suck and spit her thick slippery saliva on to the head. I felt the
head of the tomahawk shaft slowly penetrated me and I gave a muffed cry
through the gag around my mouth as she sank it deep into my asshole. She
worked the shaft back and forth as she continued to work my cock in front of
the other Apaches, who began to rub their crutches at the sight.

I felt her hot breath on my neck as she whispered in to my ear: " You have big
cock for a white man, like Apache Buck. When my Apache women have defeated
your white men at the fort, they will fuck them like I am fucking you, white
man."

She then rolled me over onto my back and beaconed another young fierce looking
Apache women to pump my cock and squeeze my balls while my asshole was being
worked. I shot my spunk, spurting a flood of the creamy cum over the
magnificent chests and bellies of both of the Apache women.

The Apache slowly pulled the shaft from my ass and they both began to rub the
hot fluid over their chests and muscular thighs.

"Taking white mans spunk is strong medicine for Apache women. Soon much white
spunk will flow through the fingers of Apache women's fingers at your fort"
said the older warrior women as she strode away leaving me lying exhausted and
sore.

At that moment an young war painted Indian she brave rode into the clearing
with two army horses trailing behind her pony. Each horse has a naked white
trooper tied across its saddle. They were still alive and still had their
scalps. One of the troopers was the rider I had sent to the fort the night
before. He had been ambushed and captured by the young Indian girl. The other
soldier was probably a scout from the relief column.

"You have done well Running Bare, now you can take your tomahawk shaft to the
white men's asses and we will learn much of the soldiers plans" Strong Pony,
congratulating the young women's exploits.

"The white men were easy to take, they weak and unfit without gun". Replied
the well built eighteen year old female savage.

The sun began to come up as the Apaches women began to encircle the soldiers
camp in the long grass. They carried their bows with an arrow notched into
their bow strings in readiness for the attack.

Suddenly I heard shouting from the camp. The soldiers had awoken and
discovered their dead comrades. My ankles were release and I was put on a
leash by one of the she braves told to guard me .

Strong Pony, the apache leader gave a shrill ear piercing war cry and ran
towards the camp with her tomahawk in one hand and a war club in the other.

Her war cry was echoed by the other Apache women as they hurtled towards the
whites from all directions.

My men were confused with out officers and sergeants to command them and some
could not find their guns. The soldiers horses were startled by the war cries
and the wild firing of the men and broke loose. The men could not see clearly
where the war cries were coming from.

Suddenly the Apache female savages broke through the long grass into the camp
and let loose with their arrows on the run hitting many soldiers with arrows.
They threw the bows aside and drew their tomahawks and knives. Bullets
whistled through the air hitting some Apache women, many of whom kept running
while wounded. My young Indian captor led me on the leash to edge of the
clearing to witness the slaughter of my men. She forced me to my knees and
tied me to a tree. Then she drew her tomahawk and ran to join the battle. I
saw her run to a trooper who was trying to reload his carbine. He saw her
approach and swung the weapon at her but the agile young Apache girl ducked
under to weapon to bring the tomahawk upward between his legs. As he bent over
from the crippling blow, she drove her knee into his stomach, grabbed him by
the head and then throw him over onto his back where she leapt onto him and
tomahawked him in the head. She then took another soldier with her knife
before disappearing into the confused mass of brown Apache bodies and half
dressed white men.

The scene was repeated again and again with superbly fit and strong, agile and
swift Apache women quickly taking the men when they got up close with their
skillful use of tomahawks and knives and wrestling them to the ground.

Soon the hand to hand fighting was over and no men could be seen standing. The
apache women , their hard war painted bodies spattered with the blood of the
soldiers, walked slowly among the bodies of the white men searching out for
any men to finish off that were still alive. Some Apache girls were straddling
their victims and taking their hair. Other were skinning the men's penis's.
The young warrior women who had earlier tied me to a tree, came out of the
grass carrying a soldier breeches and two scalps.

Suddenly two men who had only been stunned by blows from Strong Ponies war
club , staggered to their feet and tried to run toward the long grass. Strong
Pony pulled her tomahawk from the forehead of soldier she was just finishing
off and hurled it one of the escaping troopers. It struck him in the back on
the head just as he reached the long grass. The young women who had just
returned with the two troopers tied to their horses, drew her knife and ran
after second soldier. After a short while a scream was heard in the distance
and a little later the thong clad Indian girl come into view carrying the man
scalp and penis.

Strong Pony approached me, her fit strong body covered in white men's blood.

"Now white man, you will tell Apache women how many men in Fort and through
which pass new white soldiers come to fort then I fuck you like white pig"

Strong pony led me away to another secluded clearing while her wild warrior
women collected the soldier weapons and horses. These would be used to trade
with other tribes.

The Apache cut my hands free and gave me the knife.

"Now you have chance to kill Apache women if you can" she said with a
challenging smile.

We circled each other in the clearing and I made my move suddenly to strike at
her, but she was too quick and side stepped me grabbing my wrist and bring her
knee up into my stomach. I doubled up winded and she grabbed me around the
neck and threw me over on to my back. I lost grip of the knife and she had it
at my throat in a split second . She released me and threw the knife back at
me, Again and again I tried to fight her but she countered me with skillful
throws and counter blows leaving lying exhausted. This skillful warrior women
now kneeled down and spread my legs as I lay powerless to resist. .She leaned
over and put her tongue on the tip of my cock and began licking the full
length. Then she took the full length in her mouth, sliding up and down my now
fully thickened and lengthened , quivering cock. She then rolled me over and
with one hand under me squeezing the base of my cock and my balls, she ran her
tongue from the base of my spine down the cleft between my buttocks and back
each time penetrating her tongue deeper until she contacted my asshole. This
made me feel as if my cock was going to burst with the flow of blood and I
begged for mercy and tried to raise myself off the ground. She pushed me back
down easily as I was still very weak. Her strong tongue went to work
penetrating deeper into my ass until she felt that my cock was as stiff and
long as it would get.

She rolled me over again and straddled me in a position she could mount me,
which she did, placing my cock up against her asshole. The warrior women sank
down on my cock, letting it slide in to the hilt and then allowed her rectal
muscles to squeeze around my thick shaft. I gave out a cry of pain and
pleasure which she quickly stifled with her hand over my mouth.

The Apache women leaned over me and said "Now you tell how many whites in fort
and how may in relief column and how may sentries white men have at night. I
tried to resist her but the she continued to stroked up and down on my cock
and continued the squeezing. Suddenly her body started shaking and a trembling
fit surged through her, leaving her covered sweat. She gave a long sigh. It
was a powerful orgasm that engulfed her.

I told her everything, but how would the Indian women get into such a strong
fort with such high walls. All around the fort was open ground and there were
three gatling guns on the parapet and a well inside for unlimited water.
Finally the Apache women rampage could be stopped.

She slid off my stiff tool and called to some Apache girls to "finished' me.
Two of them did this eagerly. One mounting my cock again and one straddling my
face. They tongued each others mouths while they rode me. They left me lying
almost dead with my spunk smeared on the strong thighs and biceps.

I was dragged back to where all of the Apache women had gathered with the
horses and too my dismay saw all of them except Strong Pony and two others
dressed in the uniforms of the soldiers the had just massacred.

Strong Pony saw the horror in my face as I tried to come too terms with what
these deadly females were going to do and said:

"White man, you see with Apache girl in white soldier uniform, war party get
very close to relief column before white men see we are Indian and can use
guns. Our tomahawks and scalping knives will be bad medicine for whites.
Whites will have many cocks scalped by Apache girls. Strong Pony will take
scalp of white general"

They had tortured the trooper from the column and he told them a General was
in charge.

The women tucked their long black hair up into the soldier hats, they had to
cut open the backs of the men breeches to pull them up over their powerful
wider buttocks and the shirts had the same treatment to allow them to be
buttoned over their broad shoulders.

Thunder Bird, a slim muscular Apache women would lead the attack on the relief
column while Strong Pony would go to the fort with only four other she braves.
I still could not understand how the fort could be taken by so few Apache
women.

I was put on a pony and my ankles tied together by a rope passing under the
ponies belly. My pony was led by a fierce looking women who was about thirty
years old, whose whole body was streaked with war paint. I counted at least
six scalps on her scalp belt which was the only thing she was wearing. The
pubic hair between her powerful legs was shaved into the shape of an arrow
head.

"You try escape pony soldier and your cock will be on my scalp belt". She said
with a sneering grin.

The five Indian women and one white man set off for the fort.

It was a days ride to the fort and we arrived just before darkness. The Apache
women, except for one , my fierce guard, lay in wait alongside a trail leading
to the stockade. Red Legs as she was known, had been scouting and had tracked
a wagon and some soldiers bringing supplies to the fort .

"Wagon will pass here in darkness. We kill all soldiers. Take scalps." said
Red Legs eagerly wanting to quench her blood lust.

"No" said Strong Pony. " We cut down tree before wagon arrive , when soldiers
stop to move tree I crawl under wagon and go into fort hanging under wagon."

The Indian women quickly set too, cutting down a tree with their tomahawks.
They laid in across the trail and Strong Pony, still sweating from the
vigorous cutting, lay in the grass alongside the trail.

The wagon came down the trail and the driver stopped short fearing an ambush.
Several troopers rushed to the tree and hurriedly dragged it clear for the
wagon to pass. They did not notice in the darkness that the cut was deliberate
and an Apache women crawling under the wagon. She pulled herself up out of
sight by the axles and wrapped her legs around a wooden beam running the full
length of the wagon. The wagon moved off and she held on as the wagon shook
and jolted all the way to the fort gates.

It would be several hours before it was safe for Strong Pony to lower herself
down and crawl out from under the wagon. An hour passed and her muscles
screamed at her in pain but she held on in anticipation of many more scalps
that would be carried on the belts of her Apache women .

Outside the fort I lay still naked hidden in the grass with the three Apache
women. Two of them were already working their tongues down each others throats
and using their tomahawk shafts in each others pussies.

Red Legs sat crossed legged and was sharpening her knife and cutting young
sapling branches to make new arrows. She leaned across and felt my cock and
squeezed my ball.

"When we take white man alive they usually cry and piss themselves and shit
themselves. Their cocks are soft and they are no sport for Apache women. We
like capture Pawnee braves who scout for soldiers. We raid Pawnee camp and
take Pawnee brave and squaw for fucking. Pawnee have big totem pole between
legs. Strong Pony say you like Apache buck , have strong cock " said Red Legs
enquiringly.

"Why do they call you Red Legs". I said

Red Legs replied "We fight with Sioux at Little Big Horn against Custer. At
finish much hand to hand with white men, much blood., I hang so many white
scalps on belt , legs all red from blood. I keep legs red in more battles
after Big Horn to put fear in whites.

She continued to squeeze my cock and then straddled me.

"You cock is strong and has good stiffness white man . I fuck you good. " said
this powerful warrior women as she gripped my now fully lengthened penis and
slapped in against her hard muscular belly several times to test it.

She lifted herself up and eased the cock into her pussy and then slowly
lowered herself down taking all of the length inside her. She put her hands
behind her and under my buttocks and proceeded to lift me up into her. With
her pussy muscles gripping my tool from the inside and my pushing up from the
ground, the sensation was unbelievable and I could not believe how long this
woman could keep this up and also prevent me from coming. The Apache women
sexual stamina was unbelievable. She let go of my buttocks briefly and
unhitched her scalp belt and tied it around my mouth tightly. She knew I would
be screaming as I came and did not want to alarm the men in the fort.

In the fort all was now quiet with only the sentries and two men in the guard
house awake. Strong pony was about to crawl out from under the wagon when she
heard a sound and looked out from under the wagon to see a window open in the
officers quarters and a white women climb out only wearing a sheet wrapped
around her. The women crept to the stables. Shortly after one of the Pawnee
scouts in the fort walked to the stables from the teepee nearby. He was only
wearing his breech clout. Strong Pony would fuck both of them after the fort
was taken.

It was nearly dawn and Thunder Birds female braves mounted the white men's
horses and started to ride closer the relief column which was now only five
miles from the fort.

Thunder Birds brave would hit the column and the same time Strong Pony's
Apaches women were slitting the throats of the sentries in the fort. Strong
Pony would first kill the officers in their quarters before she would lower a
rope for her Apache women to climb.

The Apache entered the officers quarters in the darkness through the same
window used by the white woman. She crept silently to the first room form
which she heard snoring. Creeping in she picked up a pillow and climbed onto
the bed of the fat officer. She straddled him as he awoke but before he could
cry out she had covered his face and pushed down on the pillow with both
hands. He kicked out wildly but in only a few moments his body went limp. She
moved to another room and found the officer sleeping face down. She quickly
put her knee in the middle of his back, pulled back his head with his hair and
slit his throat. In the third room the captain of the fort lay with a naked
Pawnee squaw lying across him. Strong Pony carefully put her hand over the
Pawnees mouth. The squaw opened her eyes and seeing the painted Apache women
she knew to keep silent and she carefully climbed of the white man to have her
hands tied and mouth gagged by the Apache.

The captain awoke to find himself gagged and tied to the bed. The Apache was
now outside the officers quarters ready to climb the stairs to the parapet and
the sentries. She crept up toward the top platform with a throwing knife at
the ready. In the darkness she could make out the shape of a sentry with his
back to her. She put her knife between her teeth and crept up on him and
quickly grabbed him around the neck, at the same time kicking his legs from
behind to bring him to his knees. She twisted his head and broke his neck.
Spinning around she took the knife from between her teeth and threw it at the
other sentry who had heard the snapping and appeared out of the darkness
behind her. She got him before he could raise his carbine and he fell back the
knife in his neck. His legs kicked several times and he lay dead.

There were no other sentries on the parapet, so she gave a owl hoot signal to
the other apache women in the grass and made her way down the steps to the
fort gates. She crept past the guard house and could hear several men talking.
She must let in the other Apache women so that they can take the men in the
guard house before they can raise the alarm.

Strong Pony got her name for her very powerful body and she needed all her
strength to lift the heavy beam securing the gate, which normally took three
men to raise. The other Indian girls were waiting outside and slipped through
the partially open gate.

"Go to guard house and finish white men quickly" Whispered Strong Pony.

Meanwhile Thunderbird and her braves had moved up behind the relief column and
began to close up to it from the rear. The galloped faster towards the rear
most men and began waving. The soldier returned the waving believing the
approaching column was from the fort . The General wheeled his horse to ride
back and meet them with two other officers.

As the General got closer Thunderbird threw off her hat and let her long black
hair stream in the wind and drew her tomahawk from her belt , followed by the
rest of the she braves. Some had already stripped of the soldiers shirt and
charged forward bare breasted. It was too late for the general and two
officers who drew their pistols just as the Indian women were on them.
Thunderbird went up on all fours onto the saddle and launched herself into the
air towards the General. She landed on him dragging him out of his saddle,
sending them both crashing to the ground. He was no match for this powerful
young red Indian women and her single head butt knocked him unconscious. She
was quickly too her feet and threw her tomahawk a one of the officers, while
Running Bare was dragging another to the ground where she quickly tomahawked
him.

The two Indian women remounted to catch up with the other Apache's who were
wreaking havoc in the ranks of the now leaderless troopers. The women weaved
in out of the remnants of the column in an orgy of tomahawking and then broke
away at the sound of a war cry from Thunderbird. The remnants of the column
rode away terrified to the Fort. Thunderbird and the war party returned to
where she had knocked out the General.

He was just regaining consciousness as Thunderbird, now stripped out of the
army uniform and was bare except for her breech clout, was scalping one of the
officers who she had also stripped. Running Bare had scalped her man and was
stripping the General. They tied has hands and lifted him up on to his horse.

"Now we take you to fort to watch Apache women take more white scalps" Laughed
Thunderbird as she unhitched a saddle from a soldiers horse, threw it off and
mounted the horse bare back. .

In the fort Red legs, with two other Apache girls crept toward the lights from
the Guard House. The other Apache's notched their arrows into their bow
strings and took aim to shoot through the open windows. Red Legs made ready
under the window with tomahawk and knife, ready to follow the arrows, She
signaled the to the other braves and two deadly shafts sped into the guard
house, felling two white troopers. Red legs dived through the window throwing
her knife at one man who was still standing and hurling her tomahawk at
another. Red Legs suddenly saw another man sitting in the corner who tried to
dive for a pistol dropped by a soldier felled with the tomahawk in his chest.
She dived for the same pistol and managed to grab the soldiers wrist before he
reached the weapon. The man grabbed her other wrist and they rolled across the
room. As the man broke loose from her grip and tried to stagger to his feet,
she brought up her powerful leg and kicked him between his legs sending him
crashing down again.

The two other Apache women left Red Legs to finish of the men in the Guard
Room and crept to the main barrack room, with their bows at the ready, where
all the trooper were sleeping. A door opened and a trooper stood half naked in
the doorway to piss. He looked around and saw bodies lying everywhere. He
turned quickly to cry for help. Two arrow thudded into his back and he fell
backward. The Indian women quickly ran to the door, dragged the dead trooper
away and closed the door.

In the Guard House, Red Legs had finished off all of the white men with her
knife except for the one she disabled with her crutch kick. He lay naked on
the floor with his hands tied behind his back.

"You show Apache women how to fire white mans gun that shoots like many guns (
gatling gun ) or I scalp penis " demanded Red Legs holding his head down with
her foot .She stretching his penis and run the knife blade under his ball
sack. He nodded his head while his whole body trembled.

She dragged him to his feet and pulled him outside, where it was starting to
get light.

A gatling gun was mounted on a wagon in the middle of the fort and Red Legs
had seen its power in an act of treachery where many Apache men had died when
the whites turned a peace treaty gathering into a massacre. It was after this
cowardly act that the Apaches women took up their tomahawks against the
soldier to avenge their men.

The Apache women was already a hunter and from early childhood were taught the
same skills as the young boys. They became fast runners and skill full
wrestlers having to fight off the amorous advances of many young men. Skinning
a deer gave the Apache women the technique for scalping whites and other enemy
tribes such as the Pawnee.

The female survival instinct was stronger than that of the males and an Indian
women was as physically strong as their male braves having to deal with camp
life full of lifting and carrying heavy loads. The women would have to hunt on
foot, carry a deer or elk many miles, cook, fight off wolves, other marauding
war parties and white trappers and prospectors while their men were away
fighting.

A tribe of fierce warrior women arose who were cunning in ambush, fearless in
battle, deadly in close combat and merciless to the white soldiers.

She prodded the soldier and released his wrists.

"Show me how to shoot white man" she hissed. holding the knife to his throat.

Trembling he loaded the gatling gun with a magazine and connected the firing
handle.

"Turn the handle" the trembling man whimpered.

"Run white man" demanded Red Legs.

He ran but did not get 20 feet before an Indians women's scalping knife buried
itself between his shoulder blades.

Strong Pony ran to the Gatling Gun.

"We are ready for the white men" she shouted and the four Apache women
screamed their war cries and drew back their bow strings.

The noise awoke the sleeping soldiers and they tumbled half dressed out of the
barracks to be cut down with a hail of bullets from the gatling gun being
fired by Red Legs. The war cries continues unabated as Red Legs changed
magazines and continued firing until every man had been hit. Bodies were lying
everywhere and the Apache's proceeded to take some scalps.

The remnants of the relief column heard the sound of the gatling gun as they
approached what they thought would be the safety of the fort. As the fort came
into view that saw the powerful young Indian woman hanging the naked bodied of
some of the white man fort walls. They had mounted the Gatling Gun on the top
of the fort wall and began firing at the approaching soldiers. The men were
now trapped outside the fort with Thunderbirds war party fast approaching
behind them.

They new they could not survive without the safety of the fort and would be
hunted down by the Apache women. Many of them raised their hands in surrender
and dismounted. Some shot themselves in the head.

"White men take of uniform and lie down " shouted Strong Pony from the top of
the fort wall.

Thunderbird's war party arrived with the General tied naked to his horse. The
surviving white men were made to lie face down naked. While the Apache women
gathered up their weapons. I was tied to a nearby tree to watch this
humiliating spectacle. The Captain of the fort, the Pawnee who was fucking the
Captains wife in the stables and the wife were all brought out of the fort
tied up in the wagon with the Gatling gun.

Smoke began to rise from inside the fort and then flames could be seen. The
fort would soon be smoldering ruin.

"White men are free to go on foot" said strong pony to the soldiers

" We give you knife. Apache women will follow you on foot in three hours.
Apache women will have no weapons. If Apache women catch you, white man go to
happy hunting ground without penis " continued Strong Pony.

We take wagon and General to camp in the hills.

They also took myself, the Pawnee buck and the white women. Strong Pony would
be fucking all of us before the night was out !

We saw the naked men running frantically down the trail to try and escape as
we trundled off into the hills in the wagon. A line off Apache ponies trailed
behind us, with their young female riders now naked as they took off their
breech clouts and replaced them with scalping thongs they tied between their
legs to their scalp belts. The narrow back strap pulled tight between their
rock hard buttocks. Their strong stomach muscles were now exposed.

Three hours passed and the superbly fit, athletic young women, now with their
warpaint renewed and their bodies covered with buffalo grease, dismounted from
the ponies and began to sprinted off on their long strong legs in pursuit of
the white men giving off their blood curdling war cries as they disappeared
into the distance