Oriel, part 7 by Joe Rathbun LIFE AFTER UTE INDIAN SOO YAN-O BECOMES ORIEL FOR KEEPS DANCING, GROWING BIG MORE DANCING, FIGHTING OFF ATTACKERS, ALWAYS MOVING GOOD BYE TO DANIEL Indeed, topless or nude Dancers make a lot of money. After just one night at a night club in Anahiem, California, Soo Yan-O, that is, Oriel, had enough money to rent a small, plain apartment. Daniel's Parents were coming back the next day so she had to be out of there. The men in the night club enjoyed the dark-skinned beauty as she showed them what she had and what she was made of. The management and the gawking guys all thought she was at least 18. They marveled at the limberness, the fluid flexibility of her bronze-skinned body not realizing that they were observing the flexibility of a typical heathy 13-year old girl. Some of her smaller bones may very well still have been part cartilage, as any Doctor will inform, about an early teenager. Oriel tried as best she could to gently fade out of Daniel's life, but it was impossible. She was forever seared into his permanent memory. She just could not, not at the present time, allow any relationship to become too involved. Moving on sooner than she planned, it was hard, but it had to be done, now and firmly. The last Daniel ever saw or heard of his beloved Indian Angel was a letter with no return-address, parts of it written in her own hand, with other parts obviously written by somebody else since she couldn't half write. She apologized and explained, due to reasons she can't say, she had to leave. She profusely praised him for being sweet, kind, cute and on and on. But NOTHING that she, Parents or anybody else could say or do would cure the worst longing he ever felt, severe enough to manifest itself as an actual ache, below his throat and just inside his chest. The ache would often seem to well up into tears and down right sobbing. Yes, it would be a LONG time, before Daniel could even get over it... and he would never, never forget. ON WITH ORIEL'S DANCER LIFE Her next town was Sanfrancisco. She mailed Tim a generous check more than compensating him and his Parents for the money spent for the bus tickets and such. Again, the letter had no return address. After dancing for a few months in Sanfrancisco, it was on to... well, all kinds of places. Indeed, it was dance for a number of months, then move on. After several months to a year, Oriel began to tarry in places longer. Neither she, or her Mother or Alex ever had any visits or run-ins with Police, Investigators, or anybody. Indeed, that incident at the boarding school seemed to stay confined to the Ute Indian Reservation area. But, no one can ever know for sure. It was safest to continue that life style a lot longer. And after a year, something else was becoming obvious: Oriel was GROWING! Fast! At 14 years of age, she was up to 5-foot-9 and 135 pounds. She took up weight training. Since she was always in some town or city of considerable size, it was never any trouble to find a gym. Her big, voluptuous, dark body appointed with white bikini outfits was a definite eye-catcher at any gym! So big, it was no problem at all to claim 21 years of age. She became more experienced as a dancer. And very bold. She discovered she really liked it. It was a feeling of power. When dancing, those gawking guys were HERS! She commanded their money, and effected their thoughts! She knew, that each and everyone of those guys would in some way, dream about her at night, and be distracted from their work the next day due to uncontrollable day-dreaming about her or her body. A RAPER LEARNS A HARD LESSON ABOUT ORIEL, THE UTE INDIAN WARRIOR Being a topless or nude Dancer can be dangerous. Within the throngs of men watching a performance there is always the possibility of a creepy type of man that can't control himself and may try to force himself on a woman. The type of men who do this assume that they are easily the stronger. They firmly believe they can physically subjugate any woman. And many are correct in assuming so. The typical topless or stripper Dancer, at 5-foot-4 to 6 and maybe 110 to 120 pounds and does not train with weights indeed may not be much of a match to a six-foot male of 180 pounds or more. But the feisty Ute Indian Warrior, Oriel, certainly is not typical. One creep had to find that out the hard way. Oriel, admittedly, was not that careful. Inexperienced with life in a big city, she would carelessly stroll out of a night club around two in the morning after a shift of dancing and walk home. She always rented cheap apartments that were close enough to walk to. For her, strong and healthy as she is, that could mean as far as five miles each way. Not only that, but she would dress in not much more than what she danced in. One such morning, she left the night club, walked past its parking lot, and down the street a ways. She was dressed in a tight, super short mini skirt of delicate, sheer material. The light from the street-lamps shined through and cast a silhouette of her nude form on the material of the skirt. Suddenly, a hairy, muscular arm appeared in front of her and drew her firm against a bare, hard, hairy body. She felt the tip of a huge penis push in the thin material of her skirt from behind. It thrust with such force, the penis ripped a hole in the material, where upon the tip of the penis bumped right into her bare crotch. It felt like leather-covered stone. The tip of it was wet with secretions and the big penis spread it all about between her legs as it bumbed and rubbed. The creep was already thrusting lightly. Hot breath blew down on her, "OOHH! I'm gonna fuck the hell out o' your pussy! Don't fight, and it'll feel good! My cock's gonna fill you up!" He began thrusting violently, although at that point, he did not bother penetrating. Perhaps the feeling he derived from his penis coursing in and out of the hole in her skirt, plus the top of it rubbing her crotch was enough for the moment. He was moaning and groaning, obviously enjoying the pleasure of the sensation while huffing out, "OOHH! OH! My cock's got the power! You see!? It drilled a hole in your puny skirt, and now I'm gonna drill your pussy! OHH! Man, bitch, you got a hot little body! OOHHH! It feels good!" Oriel never screamed. Instead she said, "Come on, let me turn around and let's really get in to it! OH, WOW! It's so exciting to do it out here in the street!" "Uh... uh... really!?" said the beast. He was probably caught off guard. He let her turn around. As she turned around, his penis was caught in that hole in the back of her skirt. The penis pulled loose and flopped around, slapping his belly. That in itself was arousing to him. And, in a flash, in back of her mind, the libidinous Oriel saw something that, in another circumstance, could be most arousing to her! He stood big and tall, way over her. Though hairy, which she didn't like much, the naked guy was well muscled, with a huge expanse of muscular chest. He stood spread-legged, sturdy and immovable, with bulging, twitching thigh muscles in his heavy legs. A huge, thick penis throbbed itself while being moved front and back in the air by his slowly thrusting pelvis. Clear liquid was dripping from its tip. But the dignified side of Oriel had been badly violated, and now the Ute Warrior of Oriel came to the surface whose attack was controlled by her plan, formed in an instant. He said, "Yeah, let me gore ya good!" She originally planned to pretend to "guide" his penis in with her fingers, but this sex fiend needed no such instruction. He "took aim" and began to thrust it in hard. In a flash, she adapted her plan. "Wait!" she said, "it's gonna be over too quick! I wanna drag it out! Maybe somebody will see us! OHH! Doesn't that sound exciting?" She had her hand around his throbbing penis. She played it with her fingers. He moaned out, "OH MAN! Baby! You're as perverted as I am! I thought I was gonna have to force it out o' ya! OH!..." Oriel added a second hand and continued to message and knead a penis that took both her hands to cover. Pretending to huff and moan herself, she said, "Oh I LOVE molesting men! I just go crazy about playing their dicks!..." "AND BREAKING THEM!!! HAH!!!" With one of her hands on top of and reinforcing her other hand, Oriel held on to the tip-end of his penis firmly while she lifted her feet off the ground and swung under his crotch, between his legs which he had spread. Oriel's entire 138 pounds at the time pulled down a stiff penis, breaking its structure at its base! The man doubled over and fell forward in pain. Shouting awful profanities at Oriel, he curled up on the ground, his hand trying to message away the severe pain at his crotch. "OH! I'm sorry! Does that mean ol' cock hurt the big boy? Well let's see if Mama Oriel can fix you up. We'll just have to get rid of that old painful thing!" Out of her purse came that same knife with the 9 inch serrated blade, yes, the very one that has let the blood of a couple other men already! She stomped him in the face with such force, the horn of her high-heel shoe broke off. Hollering in additional pain, his hands came to his face. With one single, violent, sawing slice, off came his penis from near its base. Blood spurted out as the raper bellowed anew in the added pain... "THERE! I HOPE THAT STOPS THAT THING FROM HURTING YOU! And the rest of Woman-kind has one less piece of shit to worry about!" She spit on his face. She kicked the severed penis into the gutter by the side walk, then kicked it toward a storm-drain. One more kick, and severed penis was gone forever, into that city's sewer system! She left him bleeding from the stub he had left where a penis used to be and in awful pain. She picked up the broken piece of her shoe, and ran down the street a bit to get away from the scene before people started coming, alerted by the would be raper's screams. After that, she completed the walk home. The next morning she listened to radio news to see if anything was said about that incident. Indeed, a report mentioned a grizzly scene where a man had his sexual organ cut off. He said a Chicano woman did it, as part of a robbery. The report said the Police doubt that story because the man was found naked; nothing to rob! Anyway, the Police went on to say they have no leads. "Hmm! I look like a Chicano Woman, eh? Interesting!" muttered Oriel to herself as she examined her form in the mirror, still nude after getting up from bed. She usually slept nude. That day at the night club, the owner, who had gang connections, came to Oriel with a warning. He respected Oriel, and was genuinely concerned for her safety. He pulled Oriel aside, "I know it was you that trashed that creep's dick yesterday. His puny bunch of punks has a contract on you. You better make like a piece of paper in a storm and blow away! Here, take this, it's two hundred dollars. Go to Chicago and look up this guy." he gave her a business card, "He's got a swell joint for you to dance in." Even a Ute Indian Warrior knows when it's time to back away from a battle. After all, they learned that from their dealings with the White man. Oriel took his advise, but not his city. She headed for Baltimore, rather than Chicago. She suspected she might slowly get pulled in to a mob. She had to put the brakes on that drift right away! While on the way to Baltimore, she prepared a postal money order for 200 dollars for that night club owner. She mailed it, without return address, and from a post office that was half-way to Baltimore, so that there would be no way she could be traced. The 200 dollars simply settled any problem that gangster night club owner in the last town may have had from her not taking up his advice about the night club in Chicago.