The Central Mountains Republic, part 1 by Joe Rathbone Py Nae Kot is six-foot-six and 240 pounds DISCOVERY OF T H E C E N T R A L M O U N T A I N S R E P U B L I C /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ A NATIVE AMERICAN WOMAN AMAZON DISCOVERS THE CENTRAL MOUNTAINS REPUBLIC PY NAE KOT, THE NATIVE AMERICAN WOMAN In Seattle Washington, in a vocational night-school class-room, a lone student toils away in front of a recalcitrant computer, long after class was over and the other students have left. The time keeps getting later and later... "You better get going, it's half past eleven, gosh, almost midnight! I've got to close up the class room. Besides, it's too late for a Lady to be out on a bicycle, especially dressed like that!" Professor Goldstein thus warned the skimpy clad student in his class on Computer Applications who was still there. "Okay, okay. It's just that I can't get this caption to look right under this graphic! I don't understand the mechanism Word Perfect uses for formatting captions that go under graphics!" complained the young American Indian student as she tried to coax a contrary Word Perfect 5.0 to neatly place a caption under a photo. "Perhaps that's because not only have we not covered captions in Word Perfect yet, but we haven't even begun the units on graphics in Word Perfect at all! You are WAY ahead of the rest of us. Not to mention you have been here three hours in addition to the two-hour class. You are an exceptional student, you have nothing to worry about. My word, your ability with computers is nothing short of astounding. You're just sleepy, that's all! Knock off now, and I'm sure that you, especially you, will figure it out tomorrow." "Oh, okay, I guess so. I might miss that midnight ferry anyway then I'd have to wait 'til 1 A.M." Py Nae Kot, the Indian Lady, stored the file she was working on, took out the disk and turned off the computer. She grabbed her detachable bicycle pack and stood up, then packed her books and case of disks into the packs. Professor Goldstein, a man with normal responses and urges, could not keep his eyes off her awesome body, especially that teeny blue-denim skirt that was ripped all the way up both sides! Towering a full six and a half feet tall, and fully filled out besides, she was an ogling-eye-full that most men had to look up to. Professor Goldstein just HAD to say something. Besides, she had been attending his class for five weeks now and he had been very proper in not letting his physical urges oblige him to ask improper or personal questions. But being his star student, he feebly thought, that gives me the right... "I also worry about you out so late in those uh... well, revealing clothes! You always wear that same out fit; don't you feel chilly?" "Worry? Worry about what?" "Well, some unscrupulous type... uh... attacking you. I'd hate to lose my best student to some..." He stopped short as the Amazon Py Nae Kot took a few big steps, deliberate in their graceful slowness, toward him. She stopped just before stepping on the professor like an ant, soaring over him like a sky-scraper! "Would YOU try to attack someone, man or woman, as big as I?" Before giving the Professor, craning his neck looking up, a chance to answer, she smiled impishly then turned away and picked back up her bicycle pack. ALL her movements were slow and graceful. She turned her head and winked at him along with a wry smile. She enjoyed watching men trip up over her. He could only stutter, "W... well n... now that you put it like that, I... I... I suppose not..." "Besides," she interrupted, "I can't find any other clothes that fit me. I can wear these skirts only because I rip 'em down the sides like this." She thrust a muscular hip toward him causing the two "halves" of her skirt to part like an opening theatre curtain, exposing a full, rounded, hill of flesh. Like snakes writhing under a blanket, sinews rippled under her copper-tone tan skin. It was a hip worthy of good feel by a man's hand. This'll fix him for the night! she thought. She concluded, pointing to her hip, "Otherwise, they couldn't possibly fit over this body!" Then softly, she bid the Professor, "Bye, Professor Goldstein!" And with a parting smile that included pursed lips about to kiss, she left, closing the door ever so softly, leaving him alone to simmer in carnal desires! Maybe a woman who is 6-foot-6 and 240 fit, shapely pounds indeed has trouble finding normal clothes. But maybe it's because she enjoyed it! Ever possessed, perhaps even annoyed, of non-stop sexual desires, these clothes allowed her to express her sexuality. "If I gotta be horny all the time, I'm gonna make them horny all the time too, hah-hah-hah!" she would impishly think. All she ever wore was a faded black sleeveless t-shirt that was too short to cover her flat, hard tummy, and that blue-denim teeny skirt, ripped all the way up both sides. A well directed breeze, her spread- legged stance, or any other thing causing the two halves of her skirt to part would reveal no under-wear. She LOVED a windy day, and much to her enjoyment, Seattle had a lot of them! She relished "hump-hunting"; humps in men's pants, that is! Due to the way men react when she is around, she has had plenty of chances to do just that! And oh how many trips have been taken, either up or down her body, by men's gawking eyes! A man's roving eye had a long trip to make if it attempted to trek all the way up from her sandal-clad feet, up exquisite shaped calves, continuing up powerful thighs muscled with steel cable, and on up across the shallow depression in her muscle-butt's cheek. Not until her trim waist where the strap holding the two halves of the skirt up was, would his eye finally encounter anything resembling clothes. A broad back, bumpy with muscles, topped off this magnificent body. A true Amazon by any standard, anyone that knew her also knew of her immense physical strength. One could tell that, at the gym in her home-town where she worked out. She could work weights that would crush bones of most men. AND anyone that knew this Amazon were well aware of her preference for being referred to as a NATIVE AMERICAN, not Injun, or red-skin. Indian, or American Indian were okay but she preferred the more accurate term, Native American. Seattle has many Asians, like Japanese, Chinese and INDIANS; so the potential for confusion was there. Anyway, anyone within hearing-distance of this Lady giant, (gulp) DID refer to her as Native American! Not to mention, this lofty majesty of a Native American Woman matched the lofty majesty of Mount Rainier, Olympic Mountains, and the Cascades, all denizens of the land that is her birth-right! And make no mistake about it, she is fiercely proud of being Native American! Among her skimpy attire was a beaded head-band that sported an intricate design truly made by Native American hands. She had a number of head-bands, all of them authentic. In fact authenticity was unquestionable for a few of her head bands, since they were made by her OWN Native American hands! A head-band was always there, holding the part in her hair over her forehead, like the part of a window curtain. Long black hair that at times possessed a shimmering halo of blue, along with that head-band, was an ever-present, Py Nae Kot trade mark. After closing the door of the class- room, she hurried down the hall, then out into the misting darkness outside. She unlocked her bicycle, attached the packs and zoomed off. Chilly, damp air impinged her body, but to no avail. Cold hardy, it took much lower temperatures than this for her to call it cold! Most people would feel chilly however in this late spring mid-night. Even though it's May, this typical night in Seattle would not be memorable for being hot. Seattle is one of United State's most beautiful cities, but like all big cities, Seattle has some areas that people avoid, especially women. But Py Nae Kot thought "just once is okay, I gotta catch the midnight ferry, or I'll have to wait another hour!". Py Nae Kot lives on the other side of Puget Sound, a big inlet from the Pacific Ocean that is a main feature of Seattle. Several ferries cross Puget Sound. She uses the ferry that crosses from Seattle to a town that has a lot of Native North West Americans living there. A Museum of Native North-West American culture is there, as well as the grave of Chief Seattle, the Native American Chief that Seattle is named after. "Just once I'll short-cut through here, and anybody who attacks me be DAMMED!" muttered Py Nae Kot. She careened around a corner down a dimly lit street that enters a neighborhood of ill repute. As she rode her bicycle through the bad area, she was having to go a bit slow due to the narrow, dark street cluttered with haphazardly parked cars and litter. Suddenly, a jolt from the side sent her and her bicycle spilling down all over the street! Py Nae Kot, experienced with bicycle riding and athletic besides, deftly rolled from the spill, ending up on her feet snarling "Shit-dammed mother-fucker! I'll kill ya!" to the "creature" that knocked her down. She was face to face with something less than a gentleman coming at her with his pants down, erected penis waggling in the air. Most women in this situation would have gone hysterical or petrified with fright! But it only riled Py Nae Kot's nasty temper. She was too filled with rage against this "pale-face" that dared attack her! The attacker thought he had her, as he said something like, "I'm gonna drill your pussy, Injun-girl! Hahah! You'll like that, eh? Ya wild Injun-girls like havin' ya pussys.." WHOMP!!! His vulgar oration was interrupted by Py Nae Kot's knee slamming squarely into his testicles! The pain bent him at the waist, forcing a bow. As his face heaved downward, Py Nae Kot's fist collided with his face with a right hook that would have made Mohammed Ali proud. The force of it hurtled him on to his back. Her anger not yet gratified, she screamed, "NOBODY attacks ME like that and gets away with it, ESPECIALLY NOT A PALE FACE!" She grabbed him by the ankle and heaved him over her broad shoulders like Santa Clause heaving a bag full of toys, only with much more force. The power of the toss sent him flying! "GO TO HELL, PALE- FACE MOTHER-FUCKER!" roared an enraged Py Nae Kot. The attacker sailed quite a distance before slamming into a group of garbage cans awaiting emptying the coming morning. Py Nae Kot had another ominous message for him! Brandishing an eight- inch double serrated edge hunting knife that she pulled out of her bicycle packs, Py Nae Kot slowly walked up to where he was, among garbage cans and spilt garbage and warned, "If you wanna keep that krap that's hanging 'tween your legs, you DAM WELL BETTER NOT TRY THAT AGAIN!" After THAT treatment and the warning of impromptu testicular surgery using her eight inch hunting knife, the "ladies' man" just sat there quietly among his buddies, the denizens of the garbage cans, and watched the big Amazon Native American Woman calmly gather her things, get back on her bicycle and take off. Hurting and beaten, he regretted ever crossing paths with THAT particular "Injun girl". And OH! Did that ever make her FEEL BETTER! Had it been day, and even if he could have attacked with impunity, he perhaps would have not. In day-light, he could have seen well-formed, well muscled arms with broad, muscled shoulders filling that sleeveless t-shirt's arm cut-outs "to capacity"! And then there was her awesome bust-line made up of firm breasts perched upon big chest muscles. That beleaguered t-shirt was stretched to its limits outward and front-ward! So stretched and with no bra underneath, her nipples pushed out bumps in that t- shirt. It was tempting for a man's thumbs to caress. But they better not, not without her permission anyway! All of that plus iron muscles rippling in her legs would have intimidated any attacker. As she walked, and especially as she bicycled with the wind blowing the front "panel" of that split skirt back, ALL of her BIG, LONG, muscular legs could be seen including the cheek of her a-fore- mentioned "muscle butt"! And with NO UNDIES, she gave Seattle Grunge NEW directions! A man lucky enough to be in the right place during the right kind of wind, or positioned just right in front of her approaching bicycle, and with a quick enough eye, could perhaps, even see up to her... well, leave it at that! With an out-fit like that, was she asking for the rape attempt? If you guys say yes, better not say it around PY NAE KOT! After all, it was a "sultry" spring night in Seattle with the temperature in the upper 50s! So Py Nae Kot had to dress cool! Six-foot-six at 240 fit pounds, sleeveless t-shirt of faded black exposing her tummy, denim teeny skirt split up both sides, head-band, long, black hair, and lots of that Native American, copper-toned tanned skin exposed and a sharp mind; that's Py Nae Kot! And a coming series of fantastic events would cause her to use all of her features to their fullest extent...