Anulla's First Kill
by ANTMAN
 

Anulla, barefoot, noiselessly moved through the forest. Picking handfuls
of berries, and dropping them into a wickerwork basket she carried . The
seventeen year old was dressed in the breechclout and breast covering
that the rest of her tribe wore. Her dark hair was plaited into two
pigtails. Her tall lean body was bronzed, and tautly muscled. She glanced
up..at the morning light that dappled the canopy with sunshine..as the
birds set up a raucous dawn chorus. Suddenly she tensed, her dark eyes
narrowing in concentration, as she listened. Her keen ears picked up a
sound not heard before..low, deep rumblings. She carefully placed the
basket on the ground, and crept foreward. Behind the trunk of a large
tree, she paused..her eyes opening wide in surprise, and alarm.
Before her, was a clearing in the forest, with a dozen small tents
pitched around it. Out of these issued the low drunken snores, she had
heard. Piles of scattered beer cans proved that the occupants of the
tents were well asleep. Near the edge of the clearing, six pack mules
were tethered. And opposite her, sat on a log, his broad back towards
her,  a guard dressed in army fatigues, nursed a rifle on his knees, his
blonde hair nodding, either due to fatigueness or the effect of the half
dozen beer cans, he had whiled his watch away with. She tensed...another
group of men, trying to find the remains of the once mighty Amazon
nation, which ruled this land . Now, due to the encroachment of
civilisation, the tribes had shrunk, and were now hidden in the swathes
of the mighty rainforest. Anulla knew what discovery meant, by brutish
men - rape, pillage and murder, with captives being brought to
"civilisated"  America to be studied, like wild animals !
Suddely , the man burped, and laid his rifle down. He stood and
stretched, then wandering over to a tree on the edge of the clearing, his
hand unzipped his flies. A stream of steaming urine trickled down the
trunk . Anulla knew that she should get back, and warn the village, but
the idea of her first male kill sent a shudder of pleasure through her
,..there would be time after..
She trotted foreward, silently, and stood behind the guard as he zipped
up his flies, with a satisfied sigh. As he stood straight,Anulla chopped
down hard with the edges of her hands into the man's neck. something
exploded in his brain..and he slumped semi conscious against the tree She
spun him around, held him upright, and drove her knee viciously into his
groin. With an agonised moan, he dropped to his knees, wretching and
feeling shards of unbelievable pain slicing into his brain.

As he knelt, dazed and in agony, Anulla stood for a minute, to see
whether anyone else in the tents had been awakened...all was
still...except for the loud snores. She bent down, and coiled a slim,
tanned arm around his neck, using a knee in his back to raise him up. She
dragged him backwards deeper into the undergrowth, his  cries being
strangled by the slim, but strong forearm, clamped across his throat. She
backed up, dragging the struggling man with her, until she reached a
couple of falled trees, Then she locked her grip tight into a
stranglehold. She settled herself on the trunk of the tree, bending him
back into her..his hands pulling at her arms, which were clamped tight, 
restricting his breathing. She pulled back harder, bending his back still
more over the tree, and as he knelt there She slid her supple legs around
his middle. Now , he was in a desperate situation, kneeling down, with
her lithe legs clamping him to her, He  was weakened by all the beer he
had drunk, and her sudden attack on him. Desperately he tried to roll
away, only for Anulla to clamp her scissors tight causing him to gasp in
pain, as her hardened thigh muscles bit into his sides. He pawed weakly
at her arms tightly keeping the stranglehold on, feeling his senses swim
from the relentless pressure. Realising , he was her's for the taking,
Anulla released the stranglehold, and swung her legs up. His gasps of
air, were only for a few seconds , as she slid her smooth thighs around
his neck, and clamped a devastating scissors on.she slid around behind
him, and squeezed  with all her strength..her strong inner thigh muscles
, sending his senses swimming, as she closed the flow of blood to his
brain.
Looking through the thick covering of foliage in front of them, he barely
made out the tents,,and prayed that someone would awake, notice he was
gone, and come looking for him. But, there was no relief or escape for
him..the beer had don't it's job well, the camp snored on peacefully.
She laughed softly, at his feeble attempts to free himself, and reached
down with one hand to grip his hair.It was time to finish this, and get
back to the village..She pulled his head back, and slid her legs into a
figure  four stranglehold.Keeping his head pulled back, with her grip on
his hair,  her steely calf clamped his throat throat closed. She reached
down, with her left hand to grip her foot, and pulling it back hard, the
man's fate was sealed . The man struggled weakly..but gradually, his
writhings ceased, and as Anulla, watched coldly, his hands slipped from
her smooth legs, and he faded into blackness. Anulla kept the lock on
tight, and tthen reached down to check there was no pulse. She unlocked
her legs, allowing his body to slide to the floor, and thencarefully
moved around the edge of the still sleeping camp towards where she had
left her wickerwork basket......To Be Continued