War Star Meets Billy Jack


By: Anonymous


Native American Amazon teaches Billy Jack who’s boss.





As long as she could remember, the name Billy Jack had been 


synonymous with protecting Indian peoples from bigoted persecution. 


In fact, popular films had been produced to that effect with the 


legendary Billy Jack nobly jeopardizing his very life and limb to 


defend Arizona's "Freedom School." An expert martial artist, Billy 


Jack karate-chopped his way into the popular consciousness by 


opposing the forces of reaction and prejudice in this small redneck 


town in Arizona. The story of his undying devotion and love for the 


Freedom School's executive director, Jean, and of his subsequent 


sensational trial was known to everyone, Indian and white alike. 





So, having become a legend in her own right, it should not have 


surprised War Star that she should one day meet this Indian icon. 


However, the circumstances of their inevitable meeting would indeed 


be shocking. For as fate would have it, Billy Jack inexplicably 


turned on those very people whose way of life he had championed.





Rumors swirled as to the reason this bigger than life hero would 


become a traitor not only to the Indian cause, but a general threat 


to the population as a whole. It seems that Billy Jack had become a 


sort of renegade. An out of control rogue Indian with his own private 


and highly peculiar agenda. 





Reports out of his native Arizona had him kicking and karate chopping 


innocent patrons in a local bar. Eye witnesses reported him to be 


drunk and filled with some kind of random rage that vented itself on 


whomever was most convenient. The bar story was particularly 


disturbing as most accounts had him not only beating a man half to 


death for not fetching the famous Billy Jack a beer, but also beating 


a woman who had refused his advances. Later, according to these same 


witnesses, he forcibly raped the woman after dragging her from the 


bar by the hair.





The natural inclination of those who heard these varied reports were 


to disregard them as inaccurate or hysterical. Many maintained that 


the villain was someone clever enough to disguise himself as Billy 


Jack thereby discrediting the hero. The conspiracy theories 


multiplied with each new report of a Billy Jack atrocity. A typical 


report had Billy Jack robbing a gas station with his bare hands (and 


feet of course) and then challenging the customers to try and stop 


him. One foolhardy youth had to be hospitalized when he sought to 


place Billy Jack under a citizen's arrest. Billy Jack allegedly 


hammered the youngster unconscious with those famed flying feet of 


his. Adding insult to injury, he then supposedly lifted the kid's 


wallet and watch in the process. 





Roaring off on his Harley Davidson he vowed to wreak havoc wherever 


and whenever he could. He fulfilled his promise just a few miles down 


the road when he barged into picnic area off the highway. A group of 


teenagers were enjoying themselves with a keg of beer. According to 


the official police report, someone closely matching Billy Jack's 


description proceeded to beat-up the partying teens and then drained 


their beer keg himself. 





Declaring him a fugitive, the police pursued him across the border 


and into New Mexico. For that reason, Billy Jack had suddenly become 


a prime concern for the Indian peoples of central and south New 


Mexico. Moreover, he was now of even greater concern for War Star. 


Ever since her capture of Giganta, her people had turned to her for 


help in such situations. The tribal police deputized her and War Star 


was now officially empowered to act in the defense of the 


reservation.





The tribal police strongly suspected that Billy Jack would seek 


refuge on the reservation. And there were strong disagreements among 


the Indians themselves as what course of actions they should take if 


Billy Jack did indeed seek their protection. There were those who 


reasoned that since he hadn't committed any crimes against the Indian 


people of New Mexico that he should be given safe haven. Still others 


were of the opinion that Billy Jack was to be treated like any other 


criminal regardless of his ethnic heritage.





As for War Star, she reluctantly sided with the latter group. She of 


course realized how difficult it would be to find herself at odds 


with someone as revered as Billy Jack. But if all these horrendous 


reports held any validity at all, she would be compelled to oppose 


him. Whether she would be equal to the task was another question 


entirely. Unlike Billy Jack, War Star had not been schooled in the 


martial arts. And aside from understanding some very basic judo 


techniques, she would find herself at a great disadvantage if ever it 


came down to a purely martial arts showdown. But War Star really had 


no expectation that there would be a physical confrontation with her 


former hero. After all, someone as erratic and unpredictable as Billy 


Jack could just as easily have detoured south into Old Mexico. And 


that would have been fine so far as War Star was concerned. 





Fortunately for those of you who have read this far, Billy Jack chose 


not to escape across the border into Mexico. And evidence of his 


arrival on the New Mexican reservation came in the form of five badly 


beaten bodies on the reservation highway. The mangled bodies turned 


out to be those of five tribal policemen who surrounded Billy Jack on 


his motorcycle and shot out his tires. Billy Jack careened off the 


highway and dumped his motorcycle in a ditch. Physically unhurt but 


with a badly bruised ego, Billy Jack squared off with the Indian cops 


and proceeded to karate kick them into a pulverized mess. One of them 


managed to crawl back to his cruiser and radio headquarters. His jaw 


was broken along with his nose and several ribs. But he confirmed the 


original suspicion that Billy Jack had opted for the reservation. 


Beyond that, he had crossed over the line and committed some very 


real crimes against some very real Indians. And any sympathy he may 


have had in the Indian community up till then, abruptly vanished. 





But there was an unforeseen problem. Billy Jack's brutal beating of 


five Indian cops had taken its toll on the willingness of other 


Indian cops to place themselves at risk. So, rather than serving as a 


rallying cry, the beatings deterred other Indian cops from doing 


their sworn duty. Were they actually afraid? You bet they were 





War Star really couldn't blame them. She felt a similar intimidation 


when she was finally approached by the tribal elders who prevailed 


upon her to personally tackle Billy Jack herself. When she asked 


about the possibility of backup from the tribal police, the elders 


shook their heads in shame. The tribal cops had washed their hands of 


the entire matter. Stopping Billy Jack was now solely her 


responsibility. 





Of course, maybe the whole thing would blow over. Why would Billy 


Jack remain on the reservation now? Especially after assaulting five 


Indian cops. Wouldn't he simply move on? That question was answered 


when War Star located his motorcycle which was still lying in that 


same ditch. The front forks were bent and the rims of both wheels 


were terribly twisted by the impact of his crash. And much to her 


amazement, Billy Jack was kneeling next to his Harley with a crescent 


wrench in one hand and a wry smile on his face. 





"I'll bet you're the one they call War Star," he said calmly. 





"How'd you know that?" 





"That's easy," he said with that enigmatic grin. "You're almost as 


famous as I am. Besides, I've always wanted to meet you. And I 


realized that this was probably the best way to draw you out." 





War Star didn't know quite how to take all this. But she wasn't about 


to allow his charming style to disarm her. "Forget the flattery. I'm 


not here to exchange autographs with you." 





Billy Jack seemed amused. "Really? Huh, then perhaps you should 


enlighten me." 





War Star couldn't help but notice his wildly penetrating eyes. "Sure. 


No problem. I'm here to place you under arrest for multiple counts of 


assault." 





"Assault? That's a legal term invented by the white man. Why don't 


you just be honest. You're here to avenge your brothers." 





His condescending tone was beginning to irritate her. "Look, I'm not 


in the mood to play semantic or philosophical games. You beat the 


crap out of some tribal members. Sure, they were cops, but they were 


our cops. Not the white man's cops. And whether you like it or not, 


we have laws on this reservation. And they happen to be laws made by 


Indians for Indians."





"Hmmmm, that creates a bit of a problem for me," Billy Jack mused as 


he scratched his chin. "You know, I took a solemn vow many years ago. 


And part of that vow stated that I would never, under any 


circumstances, agree to surrender my physical self to ANY authority." 


And with that, he promptly turned his back on her and resumed his 


mechanical tinkering. 





Somewhat befuddled, War Star considered her options. She could either 


walk away and save herself time and energy not to mention blood and 


sweat. Or she could press the issue further and at least try and make 


good her promise to arrest this puzzling man. "Well then, I guess you 


wouldn't be interested in a simple but equitable solution to our 


mutual problem." 





Intrigued, Billy Jack dropped his wrench in the ditch and looked her 


squarely in the eyes. He looked to be sizing her up. "Of course I am. 


I'm always interested in resolving conflicts. What do you propose?" 





War Star decided to appeal to what must have been his enormous ego. 


And she removed her buckskin jacket making certain to reveal her 


muscled physique to its full advantage. "What I propose is right down 


your alley. From what I understand, you're not averse to fighting 


women. So, I propose to give you the chance to fight me. If you win, 


you go free. If I win, well, I think you can guess." 





Billy Jack did one of his trademark slow burns as his expression from 


thoughtful to downright pissed. "Who told you that I fight women?" he 


finally snapped after a long silence. 





"No one in particular, that just seems to be the general consensus " 


replied War Star as she crossed her muscular forearms squarely across 


her broad chest. 





"Well, whoever told you that is a LIAR. But since you give the 


appearance of being an exceptional woman, I'll make an example of 


you." 





"Gee, I guess I should be honored, Mr. Jack. But if you don't accept 


my challenge, I may have to insist." And War Star crept cautiously 


toward the man in black. 





"Hey, not so fast," he said as he removed his famous hat and Levi’s 


jacket. 





"Better hurry. I'm not a patient woman." 





"Really? Well then, maybe I'll take my time and make you suffer 


before I end our little contest." Billy Jack's mood seemed to darken 


as he removed his boots and socks. 





"You do that, Billy Bigshot." With that, she sprang at him like a 


coiled snake. Taking him around the waist from behind, she hauled the 


startled legend into her 18 inch arms and then slammed him backwards 


into the dirt. Her rather effortless takedown unnerved him but Billy 


Jack proved to be a slippery rival as he wriggled free of her grasp 


and they both clambered back to their feet. But Billy drew first 


blood with a spinning round-kick to the nose. A second snap-kick to 


her forehead dropped the Indian girl in her tracks. 





 Realizing just how vulnerable she was, she rolled off her back and 


managed to get to her knees before another swift kick to the temple 


toppled her again. Bleeding and dazed, War Star crawled back to her 


knees. 





Billy Jack laughed and bounced on his bare toes as War Star scrambled 


to avoid his furiously attacking feet. Fortunately, her reflexes were 


razor sharp as she blocked most of his kicks with her arms and 


shoulders. But so long as she remained on the ground and he on his 


lethal feet, War Star had no chance. 





"So, the great Billy Jack kicks women when they're down." 





"You bet I do," he chortled as a bare foot grazed her chin. "But 


since YOU ARE a woman, I'll cut you some slack." And the great Billy 


Jack bowed at the waist as he allowed War Star to rise from the 


ground. 





"You shouldn't have bothered," she retorted. 





"Why not? 





"Because, whether you know it or not, this woman is bigger and 


stronger than you are." And War Star surprised him with her quickness 


once more as she crouched down and then clipped him crisply on the 


jaw with a right hand. The blow stunning him just long enough for the 


dark warrior to take him by the hair and pull his head into her 


crushing headlock. Her immense 18 inch biceps swelled around his neck 


and head as she easily whipped his body over her hip. 





They hit the ground together with War Star maintaining the headlock 


as her 160 pounds landed across his chest. This was exactly where she 


wanted him, beneath her on the ground. And as she exerted full power 


with the headlock, she was no longer in awe of the man in black. 


Billy Jack was indeed a few inches taller, and perhaps a pound or two 


heavier, but beyond that, War Star was his physical superior in every 


other respect. 





Looking down into his reddened and distorted face, War Star smiled 


and cooed in his ear, "Feeling a little helpless, Billy boy?" If he'd 


been stunned by her earlier punch, he was now completely disoriented 


as War Star's headlock squeezed him silly. He may have passed out in 


her unbreakable grip had she not decided to return his favor. 


Suddenly, she released him from the headlock, then stood and watched 


him wobble to his feet. 








"Just thought I'd cut you some slack since you're a man," she 


quipped. Billy Jack was hardly amused as he attempted a spinning 


roundhouse kick. But his balance was slightly off and his speed a bit 


slow. Because War Star had absolutely no trouble blocking his kick 


with one hand while landing a backhanded slap to his kisser. The 


bitch slap was intended to humiliate, but it accomplished more than 


that. The incredible power of her little slap sent the egotistical 


bully skidding into the dirt on his face. "Now, we're really going to 


have some fun," she announced, straddling his back and pushing his 


gasping face into the ground. She then laced her fingers under his 


chin and drew his head painfully back into a neck stretching camel 


clutch. 





Billy Jack clawed at the air wildly as the pressure and pain of her 


hold proved to be too much even for an icon. "OKAY, THAT'S ENOUGH . . 


. I GIVE." 





"You've got to be kidding," she replied with a tone of 


disappointment. "You're not getting off that easy." And War Star 


meant what she said as she abandoned the camel clutch before quickly 


applying a full nelson. Then, with the hold secured, she hefted him 


back to his feet. Billy Jack's talented toes barely touched the 


ground as she repeatedly jerked his body into the air, the incredible 


power of the full nelson bearing down perilously on his already 


weakened neck. 





"How about a little piggy back ride?" she asked as she leaped on his 


back and wrapped her 28 inch thighs around his waist. Billy Jack 


staggered about under her weight, but the Indian girl hadn't even 


begun to squeeze. When finally she did, his body shuddered and he 


groaned pitifully as those legendary legs locked around his ribcage. 


In seconds, he collapsed like a limp hand puppet as her mammoth 


thighs drove him down. Naturally, her legs had some help from the 


full nelson which she released in order to concentrate fully on the 


scissors. 





Now, the once invincible Billy Jack was indeed helpless between War 


Star's tree trunk thighs. Deprived of breath and fading fast, the 


whimpering man in black pounded at her hamstrings until she slipped 


her huge forearms around his neck and muscled his torso back so that 


he was parallel to her on the ground. Then, she did what she could to 


separate his head and neck from his shoulders as her triceps and 


biceps forged a viselike grip.





Billy Jack's moans were now all but inaudible as he slipped into 


unconsciousness. During that brief period of release, he dreamed that 


he was being slapped gently on the cheeks by a beautiful but powerful 


Indian maiden. From her perch on his chest, she smiled down on him 


smugly. But this rather pleasant dream soon became a painful reality 


as War Star slapped him back to consciousness. Something seemed 


rather odd as he felt the distinct sensation of bristling hair 


rubbing against his chin and nose. He struggled to focus his vision 


as he caught a whiff of something pungent. He overheard a slight 


giggle from above as War Star's muscular haunches closed and 


tightened around his temples. Her giggling grew louder as her moist 


black bush covered his nose and mouth. Then, thrusting her pelvis 


forward, she repeatedly rammed his face with her steamy crotch. 





As disoriented as he was humiliated, Billy Jack fought to free 


himself, but War Star kept pinning his arms back down as she 


bludgeoned him senseless with her pussy. "You ought to be eating 


crow, but why don't you eat my snatch instead. Actually, I think you 


can do both at the same time," she chortled. 





Then, War Star stopped the pussy whipping and allowed the humbled 


legend to insert his tongue into her vagina. "C'mon you can be more 


vigorous than that," she scolded. 





"Ahhh . . . that's much better, Billy boy," she sighed. 





Satisfied with his efforts, War Star leaned back, closed her eyes and 


enjoyed the rest of the ride.