Mei in the Indian Village
by T. Prince, tk_prince@hotmail.se
Mei is ambushed by Sioux women, who unwisely bring her along to their village.


This story was suggested by Francesco.

Eight months after the now legendary cowgirl spank-out at Wilma's Saloon,
which had left "the Lawless Chinawoman from Hell" wanted dead or alive in
three territories, Mei was rumored to have simply vanished off the face of the
earth. In reality, she had simply gone where few cowgirls dared to look:
across the frontier, and into "Injun Territory".

Mei had found a nice shady spot in a prairie valley, next to a clear, fast-
running brook, where she had spent two months constructing a simple log cabin
that would suit all her minimal needs. One day, a pair of trappers -- two
wholesome apple-cheeked frontier gals -- had stopped by to ask for directions,
and Mei begrudgingly obliged them. But when the young misses made the
unfortunate decision to come back with their guns (they had recognized the
Chinawoman's face from the Wanted posters), Mei's attitude took a full turn.
Twenty minutes later, she sent the two trapper girls packing, minus guns,
clothing and underwear, and plus an excruciating pain in their rear ends.

Mei was leaning back against the wall of her cabin, smoking a pipe and
listening to the trill of a nearby wood trush, feeling like a true pioneer of
the New World, when she suddenly heard someone whisper, and the unmistakable
soft sound of footsteps. She reached for her gun, but quickly realized that
she had left it on the other side of the house.

She begun sneaking as quietly as she could along the wall, and rounded the
sharp corner only to dip her nose straight into the pipe of her own Winchester
rifle. Too late. She felt a sharp pain in her midsection, and fell back on the
dry ground.

When she looked up, she fully expected to be met with the insolent grin of one
of those contemptible cowgirls, but was surprised to discover something else
entirely. Three women of an ethnicity completely alien to her, with skin the
color of chestnut, were staring down at her, looking utterly confused. Two of
them were carrying spears and the center one the rifle, and they were all
dressed in pale buckskin dresses ending around their knees. They had high
cheekbones and dark, piercing eyes, and their faces were haughty, yet
appealingly feminine. Their black hair had been braided and hung in slender
pigtails down their shoulders, ending around their breasts. Some of them wore
feathers in their hair.

"You do not belong here! This is Sioux territory, we have agreement!" the
middle one bellowed.

"Calm down, Flies-Like-Hawk," the woman on her left whispered. "She is no
paleface, she is from another tribe. Her clothing is different."

"What tribe are you from!?" Flies-Like-Hawk cried, pushing the rifle against
Mei's forehead. "Who are you!?"

"I am Mei, I come from China," Mei said calmly. "I am not with the palefaces,
in fact I think most of them despise me."

"What are you doing on Sioux ground!? Why are you building house like white
man?"

"Is this Sioux ground? I have seen no indicators that this land belongs to
anyone, and you certainly are not doing anything with it anyway. In either
case, I have no intention of taking more land than what I need to live on."

"She lies!" Flies-Like-Hawk roared. "This is breach of agreement! You will be
trialed before Princess Thunder-Eyes, and your house will be burned! This is
how trespassers are dealt with!"

"It took me two months to build that house, Pigtails. If you burn it down,
you'll be very, very sorry."

But the Indians took no notice of her. Moments later, Mei's house was engulfed
by flames, producing a plume of smoke that would be visible from miles away.

"Now you've done it, bitch," Mei thought, her heart pounding with outrage. "I
only just met you, but I'm already royally fed up with you buffalo-wearing
tarts."

Two minutes later, the Indians had tied Mei's arms behind her back and pushed
her into the saddle of a horse, and began riding toward what Mei presumed was
the village of the Sioux. She smiled to herself. The lions had no idea what
they were bringing into the lions' den.

***

The village was a small collection of curious-looking cone-shaped huts made of
buffalo skin, painted with tribal symbols. It stood in the middle of the
prairie and was split along the middle by a shallow brook. Outside the
village, a small herd of buffaloes and some horses were grazing peacefully
under the hot afternoon sun.

The villagers, all of which appeared to be women, came out to watch as Mei was
led, hands tied behind her back, up to the residence of the chief.

And then the princess came strutting out of her teepee: she was young,
probably about the age of eighteen, and walked with the bratty self-assurance
of a teen that had been spoiled by too much adoration and undeserved respect.
Like all the other Indians, she was wearing a thin buckskin dress -- hers was
shorter and the bottom part was cut into strips so that it rippled around her
thighs like a grass skirt -- that clung tightly to her figure, especially
around her full bosom and her curvy hips. Her face had noble features, but her
expression of self-importance made her look almost childish, with her pouty
lips and her eyebrows arched in condescension.

"I am Princess Thunder-Eyes, the chief," she said. "I am also known as
Rose-That-Blinds because men and women are often blinded by my beauty."

"Maybe they just keel over from boredom after hearing you talk," Mei said
loudly enough, but she was fairly certain that the princess had not heard her.

"I understand that you were trespassing on the land of my people," the
princess continued. "Do you know that we have an agreement with the white
man?"

"I am not white, neither was I trespassing on any land that was being used for
something. I built a house on empty ground, and your henchmen burned it down.
I agree that someone should be punished here, but it sure isn't me."

"Then you will be punished according to the laws of the Sioux. You will be
tied to the pole, and receive the penalty that I, Princess Thunder-Eyes,
declare to be appropriate."

"Perfect," Mei said to herself. She had already managed to wriggled one of her
slim wrists out of bondage, and could easily slip out the other one whenever
she needed to.

"Leaps-Like-Stag, Speaks-Through-Smoke, bring her up to the pole!" the
princess declared in her obnoxious tone of bring-me-what-I-want.

Two athletic Indian women came walking up on each side of Mei, and she
effortlessly slid her left hand out of the ropes. When they grabbed her arms,
she suddenly spun around and landed a clean punch into the shorter squaw's
face -- WHAM! -- and then buried her elbow deep into the other Indian's belly
-- POW! -- knocking the wind out of her. When the latter had bent over to
catch her breath, Mei promptly rammed her knee into her face, her kneecap
connecting with the Indian's nosebone with great force, sending the squaw
flying backwards and knocking her out cold against the ground. The first squaw
was still clutching her face when Mei launched a kick into her soft
midsection, and sent her flying into a nearby teepee. Leaps-Like-Stag and
Speaks-Through-Smoke had been dealt with before she had even figured out which
of them was which.

Mei turned to the princess, who looked as if she couldn't believe her eyes. A
moment of incredibly tense silence followed. Then, chaos erupted in an
instant. The Sioux women began running in all directions, some of them rushing
to get their weapons, others running for cover. Princess Thunder- Eyes herself
ran screaming into her teepee.

"Oh, I'll get you later, sweetcheeks, don't you worry about that," Mei
thought, and then turned around to face the menacing group of Indian women who
were approaching her. Several of them were carrying tomahawks, and Mei became
acutely conscious of the fact that she herself was unarmed. One Indian woman
-- a tall warrior with fierce eyes and a buxom figure -- aimed a blow toward
the Chinese girl's head that would surely have cleaved her skull, but Mei
grabbed her wrist mid-blow and twisted it painfully, causing the proud Sioux
huntress to give up a high-pitched squeal and drop her weapon. Mei grabbed her
by the hair, pulled her head down to her height and proceeded to punch her in
the face -- WHAM! -- once -- WHAM! -- twice -- SLAM! -- three times. After the
third time, the Indian woman's eyes rolled back in her sockets and she fell
limp to the ground.

"Kill the yellow paleface!" She heard a familiar voice cry close by.

"Well, well, if it isn't my dear friend Flies-Like-Hawk," Mei said between
clenched teeth, and sure enough -- the next warrior in line was the very same
pigtails-wearing, chestnut-skinned dame who had personally burned down her
house. She was armed with a long spear. Mei reached down and picked up the
tomahawk that the previous Indian had generously dropped.

"Come on, perky-tits," Mei purred, as she and Flies-Like-Hawk circled each
other suspiciously. Suddenly, the Indian raised her spear and thrust it down
toward Mei's chest, but the Chinese girl intercepted it with her tomahawk,
severing the top end of the spear. When the squaw pulled back her weapon, it
had been transformed into a harmless wooden stick.

"Nice try. Now it's my turn," Mei said, and grabbed the broken-off end of the
spear with both hands and jerked it out of the baffled Indian girl's hands.
She twirled it in her hands like a staff and then swung it, horizontally, like
a club toward her enemy's upper body. The pole struck Flies-Like-Hawk right on
the center of her firm tits with a thundering smack, and Mei half expected
them to pop like balloons upon being hit so hard. The Indian girl's eyes
widened like saucers and she gave up a loud squeal, her hands moving to clutch
her aching breasts. Mei promptly walked up to her, gathered up both of the
long black pigtails in her hands and then, using all her muscle strength --
threw the whimpering Indian warrior over her shoulder, by her own hair, judo
style. Flies-Like-Hawk landed hard on her backside, then gave up an airless
yelp, and passed out from the combined pain in her breasts, rump and hair
roots.

There were only two Indian warriors left who seemed to want to fight now, and
they looked uncertainly at each other when Mei approached them. They were both
fairly young and slender, tomahawks hanging slack in their hands, and their
eyes were constantly darting about nervously. Mei walked up to them, then
nonchalantly grabbed the young Indian belles by the hair and slammed their
faces into each other, forehead crashing into forehead with a sharp, hollow
thud. The young squaws were instantly knocked out, and Mei let them fall
motionless to the ground, one piled on top of the other.

At this point, most of the Indians had either sought refuge within the safety
of their teepees, or otherwise run for cover. Mei decided that this might be a
good time to pay the princess a little visit. When an Indian warrior came
charging at her on a horse, she simply deflected the end of the rider's spear
and jammed it into the ground, so that the shrieking Indian woman
inadvertently pole-vaulted herself out of her saddle and went flying through
the air -- crashing into a teepee ten feet away and bringing the entire
structure down with her. Mei swung herself up on the back of the vacant horse,
charged up toward the princess' teepee and then plowed straight through it,
uprooting the entire tent in the process.

The nubile princess was lying down on the ground with her bottom sticking up
into the air, looking like an ostrich trying to hide its head in the sand,
when she suddenly looked around and realized that her entire house had somehow
run away and left her behind. When she saw Mei, leering down at her from the
back of a horse, she gave up a girly squeal and began to run. Mei stepped off
her horse and sifted through the wreckage of the chief's teepee until she
found something what she was looking for -- a roll of strong cattle rope --
and then mounted her horse and set off out on the prairie in pursuit of the
fleeing Indian princess.

The princess was sprinting across the prairie like a nimble mare, and horse
roping was exactly the association in Mei's mind when she put the horse's
reigns between her teeth, pulled out her rope, tied a loose knot on it to form
a snare, begun swinging the lasso around and around as she inched in on her
quick-footed prey, and then threw the rope out along her side. The lasso eased
itself down perfectly around the graceful mark. Finally, Mei pulled the rope
forcefully so that the snare wrapped itself tightly around the Indian
princess' slender ankles, and caused her to tip forward like a falling tree,
landing flat on her stomach with a loud yelp.

Mei saw that the princess had fallen, conveniently, in the shadow of a Joshua
tree, and a bright idea popped into her head. She threw the rope over the
highest branch of the tree, then dismounted, and caught the other end of the
rope mid-air. She then began pulling the rope backwards, hoisting the
squirming and protesting Indian princess up into the air by her feet, until
she was hanging upside down with her head nearly three feet above the ground.
Mei had to smile at the sight. The princess was wearing only a buckskin dress,
and gravity had forced this garment down until it was simply a flimsy cloth
nestled around her head, leaving the rest of her smooth brown body fully nude,
with her pointy breasts and small black pubic triangle on humiliating display.

"Take me down, I command you!" the princess shrieked, flailing her arms.
"Yellow devil! I will not allow this!"

By now, some of the Indians who had fled had seen that something was going on
further down on the prairie, and were carefully approaching toward the spot
where their proud princess was hanging naked. Mei waved at them to come
closer, and then snapped off a thin branch of a nearby tree sapling, which she
began clearing into a switch.

A chorus of incredulous voices became audible as the Indian crowd came closer.
"Princess Thunder-Eyes has been defeated!" "She was not defeated, she never
fought, she just ran." "What a sad day for the Sioux this is. The yellow woman
has triumphed over us all." "What will she do to us? Will we be punished?"

Mei, proud to have turned an entire villageful of proud Sioux women into
submissive kittens, took no heed of them, and instead turned to their leader,
who at this point could do nothing else than spin around in a slow pitiful
circle, like a rotating rack, giving her audience a 360- degree view of all
her intimacies. Mei put the switch against the full, light brown buttocks and
patted them with it, delighting in the bounce they produced. The proud Sioux
princess squirmed at the touch and began protesting, her voice suddenly hoarse
with anxiety and embarassment.

"Listen up, little princess," Mei said gently, "I am going to do something to
you that I suspect your elders never did, but which they should have done from
the very moment you first opened that bratty little mouth to order around your
betters. And because you're such a spoiled little tart, and your backside so
plump from useless sitting around, I'm going to take much time and pleasure in
doing it."

"Y-Y-You are lying! Kill her! I command someone to kill the yellow wench!"
Princess Thunder-Eyes wailed desperately, but none of the Indians dared, or
felt compelled, to interfere with what they all knew was going to happen.

"Now, now, your highness, don't be like that. After all, this is supposed to
hurt me a lot more than it will hurt you!" Following this, Mei landed a
stinging rap across the princess' pert butt cheeks, producing a sharp sound
that echoed across the prairie. The princess gave up a loud squeal, and a
faint red stripe appeared where the switch had landed. "But as far as that
last part is concerned, I'm pretty sure it's nonsense," Mei chirped, and then
went on spanking the whimpering Sioux princess' wide rump with ' hard,
even-paced licks from the sharp twig.

As the intense spanking continued, a young squaw in the crowd began pushing
forward. In the corner of her eye, Mei saw that the woman -- a husky,
dark-eyed teen -- was carrying a bow. When the young Sioux girl had walked
around the crowd and was facing Mei's back, Mei listened for the bow string
tightening. There came the sound. Mei looked over her shoulder and noticed
that the girl was standing precisely behind the horse that Mei had just
dismounted from. Abruptly stopping the spanking, Mei fell to her knees,
dodging the arrow as it passed straight over her head and out on the prairie,
picked up a small rock, turned around and threw it. The rock hit the horse
right above its tail, causing the animal to go berserk, and reflexively
deliver a thundering kick straight to the shapely young squaw's unfortunately
stationed backside. The Indian girl went flying into the air, screaming, and
landed hard on her face six feet away. When the crowd of villagers turned to
see what the deuce had happened, they were met with the sight of the
unconscious young Sioux belle, lying in a V-shaped pile, with two angry black
horseshoe imprints stamped perfectly on her upturned ass cheeks.

"Now where were we?" Mei asked herself, turning around. "Oh yes, her highness'
education!" The princess raised her voice in protest, but her words quickly
devolved into squealing when Mei resumed the spanking with even greater
intensity than before. It gave the Chinese woman great pleasure to whip the
dust off this pretentious brat's toffee-colored hindquarters, and listen as
her confident commands were replaced by whimpering protests, and then by
embarassed excuses, and finally by desperate pleas. Every once in a while, the
princess did not produce any sound after being struck with the switch, in
which case Mei -- fearing that her butt might have gone numb and the spanking
was no longer effective -- would turn the switch vertically and spank the
Indian princess on the tender inner strip between her buttocks instead, until
the screams begun again and she could assure herself that such was not the
case. Once, with a vertical spank, Mei accidentally aimed the stroke too high
and struck the princess on the vagina with an agonizing squish, bringing forth
a howl so loud that everyone who heard it had to place their hands over their
ears.

Among the other Indians, the tension started to disappear. Between the cracks
of the switch, the air was full of chattering, whispering and even occasional
laughter. "I think the princess deserves a new name," one of the squaws
suggested, "from now on, she shall be known as Princess Can-Not-Sit-
On-Her-Buttocks!" This suggestion was met with great laughter, and the
villagers humourously began repeating the name to each other, to the acute
embarassment of the princess herself.

After a long while, Princess Can-Not-Sit-On-Her-Buttocks' firm ass had been
spanked cherry red, and Mei actually caught a smoke-like whiff from her switch
after landing the final swat. She let the sobbing princess drop face- first to
the ground, untied her naked legs, and then grabbed her chin, turning the
thoroughly humiliated Sioux princess' pretty face up to stare into her own.

"If I catch a single one of you feather-wearing little tarts come as much as
NEAR my cottage again, I'll come back and spank you so hard that you'll never
use that sorry ass for ANYTHING again. Is that perfectly clear!?" The princess
nodded fiercely, her eyes gleaming with submission. "And if that happens, I'll
spank all the rest of you as well. Oh believe me, I'll turn this into the
VILLAGE-Who-Can-Not-Sit-On-Their-Buttocks, and I'll do it without a moment's
consideration!"

This promise was met by complete silence from the onlooking crowd, but Mei
knew from the terrified faces that it had proven effective.

"Remember those words," she said, and then walked up to the Indian girl that
the horse had knocked out. She squatted next to the unconscious body, searched
her belt, and pulled out a knife. As she walked back toward the princess, a
gasp passed through the audience. However, Mei simply placed the knife behind
each of the princess' long braids and passed the edge silently along their
roots, letting them come loose into her hand.

"I'll take these as a souvenir," Mei said with a sly smile, and then climbed
up on the back of the horse and grabbed the reigns. The Sioux women remained
huddled together on the prairie for a long time as they watched the small
Asian figure on horseback disappear into the hot glare of the afternoon sun,
two long black braids dangling like hunting trophies from her saddle.

THE END