Oriel, part 8 by Joe Rathbun ORIEL GROWS AND GROWS! BIGGER AND BETTER! BUT MORE BAD INCIDENTS Oriel seemed addicted to dressing in scant clothing. She relished the feel of outside air ventilating her crotch, and the feel of bare legs walking, perhaps running, unrestricted by limitations imposed by cloth. She was addicted to the longing stares of typical men on the street, as they drooled over her big, bronze-skinned figure, appointed usually in something not only brief, but sheer and almost always white. Many men mistook her for a prostitute and would come up to her with offerings. But she steadfastly stuck to her own and her Mother's rule: Absolutely NO prostituting. She also disliked the confining feel of a car. She greatly preferred to walk from apartment to night-club and back, and for other errands. She refused the use of cabs or buses. In the day, walking around a big city dressed like a prostitute was barely okay, but two or three in the morning... was a different story. Yet that was her favorite time for walking. She enjoyed the feel of the cool air on her skin and freedom from stares, especially the disdainful stares. But, probably due to her dress-style, or maybe not, but it certainly did not help, three more incidents occurred. Two were not quite so severe as the jumbo sized raper that tried to attack her that first time, but the third resulted in a killing. One incident, while in Baltimore, and while she was walking home from the club, involved a lone fellow who jumped out at her holding a four inch switch-blade knife. In the habit of carrying her purse in front of her, with one hand on top of it, Oriel had that terrible serrated nine-incher out in the twinkle of an eye. That, plus a woman that turned out bigger than he expected along with her spread-legged fighting stance, scared him off! Later, in the Washington DC area, two incidents, the first almost fun, but the second, deadly. A nice looking fellow of some what dark skin, maybe Latin or part Latin, with handsomely contrasting white g-string as his only attire, came leaping out of an alley, six inch blade in hand! His penis was erected, pushing out a sizable mound in that g-string; she could clearly see his penis's shank. With his penis about ready to pop out and thrusting his pelvis forward a bit, he commanded, "Let's go, bitch! I'll show you some REAL serious pussy-poking! I'll... oh!" He was arrested... not by a Policeman but by a 5-foot-11 muscle woman of 160 pounds! Face to face with a Lady Ute Warrior equipped with nine inch serrated blade, and this particular would-be-raper doubted the wisdom of continuing. They stared at each other a second or two, then Oriel said, "Gee, that's too bad! You're cute! I would've gone with you in a second had you just been a gentleman about it. But with you acting like a maniac, originally intending to FORCE yourself on me, uh-uh! Nope! You're a candidate for that dumpster over there if you don't get your shitty self out from in front of me RIGHT NOW! MOVE IT!" With a audible "GULP!", he disappeared into the alley from which he came, fast! A second incident unfortunately involved a killing. A GANG, this time, was the threat. Three Whites and one, seemingly unwilling Black who stayed in the back-ground, came out at her, as she walked home on the very same walk on which she encountered the "g-string-man". She did not have time to think, because the leading White guy came straight at her simply saying gruffly, "COME WITH US!" Since he was big and heavy, he did not slow when he noticed Oriel was a bit larger than the average woman. As his hands reached out for her, CHONK! In went nine serrated inches of stainless steel into a large, rotund belly!... Despite the violent situation, Oriel mused briefly... in a flash... she feared this guy might pop and fly through the air in frenzied circles like a round, ruptured balloon!... But back to the counter- attack... With big knife deep in the attacker, Oriel executed a couple sawing motions upward - he fell backwards hollering with blood spurting out of a horrible 18 inch gash and intestines, one cut in two, sticking out! Grayish-greenish gruel oozed out of the severed intestine, adding to the puddle of red blood. With one White gang-man petrified, and the other White and the Black running off in opposite directions, Oriel did the same. She circled a city block, took a slightly different route, and then on to her apartment. Just like the other time she seriously maimed an attacker, she listened to the radio for any news about any murder the next morning. Finally a news report did briefly mention a dead man found by Police, killed probably by a large knife in the gut. No leads, no motive except possibly gang-related violence; maybe a sour drug deal. "Well," she thought, "two of them ran off right there... I guess the other one did too. So much for that." The news was VERY brief; such killings are a common occurrence at night in some big cities. She thought she was too well known by now, and maybe gangsters, unwilling to report something like this to the Police for fear of implicating themselves, would be laying in wait, to ambush her. Her nine inch knife is great for first-time surprises, but a group of four, five, maybe six guys KNOWING her size, strength and possession of that knife, WOULD be prepared to handle her. Whenever faced with that possibility, Oriel would decide it's time to leave. So it was back on a bus, to give Philadelphia a whirl. Whatever the destination, one thing for sure, with six more years to go before the Statute of Limitations runs out for the boarding school killing, she was going to have to change some habits, or she may wind up with a "renewed" Statute Of Limitations... or worse... from the murder of an attacker. She did not trust the White man's courts. She assumed if a White woman killed an attacker, no problem. The jury and Judge would say "self-defense". But being an Indian, and with that other case hanging over her head, and her experience growing up on the Ute Reservation when she saw many an Indian brother or sister get convicted of murder after defending themselves, she did not trust the courts at all! "Those damned White jurors and Judges would put me away 20 years for J-walking, if I so much as walked across a highway in the middle of the country-side!" But Oriel just could not break her habit of wearing revealing, suggestive clothing, and couldn't stand the confines of a car. Taxis and other cars made her claustrophobic and nauseous. Buses were tolerable only because they were not an everyday occurrence. Oriel finally decided on the mountain bicycle as her means of conveyance to night club, gym and grocery store, her three common destinations. The idea of the motor-cycle or motor-bike crossed her mind, but she much preferred the bicycle. Bicycles are quieter, can be kept in the apartment thereby simplifying theft-prevention, easier to maintain, and a real good one can be had at the price of a so-so motor-cycle. Also, her destinations were always inner-city, so a motor-cycle would just get in the way. With a mountain bicycle's rugged construction, she could jump curbs, roll through grassy or other non-paved areas, careen through alleys, and portage (carry) the bicycle through brief stretches of un-rideable surfaces. A motor-cycle offered no speed advantage. In the inner-city, speeds are often less than a leisurely bicycle ride. And Oriel could pedal considerably harder than leisure. With her shapely legs of steel-cable-muscle, and ever growing at that, she could attain 35 miles per hour easily. She could either pedal within traffic, or out of it. Short-cuts through yards, other lots, across ditches, and through the peripheries of construction sites were not uncommon. At night, around two or three in the morning after getting off from a night-club shift, she could really move. With no traffic or people in the way, she could attain and maintain 30 miles per hour all the way home, even over five to eight miles. And was THAT time of night that she REALLY needed the speed. A typical raper, or group of rapers hiding in an alley could surprise and surround the side-walk bound pedestrian. But a bicycle streaking along way out in the middle of the street was quite difficult to catch. But the rapers DID TRY! With Oriel STILL dressing in things like lace micro-skirts without under-wear, the bicycle made it worse! From the front and off to the side, as she approached, if her leg opposite the side of the bike to a viewer was in its up position, a leering man could see all the way to her bare vagina. And at night, to accommodate speed, she would pull up the skirt to clear her butt so it would directly contact the saddle, while in the front, the edge of the skirt was out of the way of her thrusting legs. That made it doubly worse. Sometimes one, sometimes a number of men chased after her, expecting, perhaps, to easily catch up with woman bicyclist. They were always surprised when she ended up way down the road by the time they got to the middle of the street. Anyway, the use of the bicycle DID discourage rape attempts. Later, through the years, another thing discouraged rape attempts: Sheer SIZE! Oriel just kept getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger, and BIGGER! At 16 years of age, she was over six feet at 185 pounds. She was indeed, developing into an Amazon. On-going weight-training insured well-honed, big muscles. It was not until well after her 16th birthday, she finally told her parents where she was, to enable a visit. She even offered money for air-line tickets. But Alex's business was well enough to afford such. He advised Oriel, "chunk that money into a savings plan!" As she was doing, anyway. On that visit, Alex experienced one surprise, and his free, nature-raised Wife, Judy Strong-Girl, went through two experiences that she would have no problem remembering. Flying both frightened, yet thrilled Judy, having never flown before. And both she and Alex were not expecting quite so big a girl to answer the door when they finally knocked on the door of her apartment. A slightly over six- foot-tall, big Amazon greatly surprised both of them. But after the initial surprise, Judy Strong-Girl was proud to see her Daughter truly turning into a Lady Ute Warrior. Judy was also proud of the way her Soo Yan-O vanquished those attackers. As she grew bigger, it affected her Dancing career. No longer a typical sized Dancer, she was beginning to be known for her majestic movements and bigger-than-life size and presence. She became more experienced as a Dancer, lost all shyness, and was too bold for some club's Owners' or Managers' comfort. She knew what men wanted, and could deliver with intensity. When Oriel was about 19, her Mother, Judy Strong-Girl and Alex sent a letter and photo of a baby, a son Judy named Okuwa-Tsire that was just born. So it appears that Oriel does now have a younger, MUCH younger brother. Oriel wished she could go and see him but her scheduling made it difficult. By the time Oriel was 19 and going on 20, Oriel, still without a high school education, had an income more typical of someone post-graduate college-trained. And by her 20th birthday, just a few days after the Statute Of Limitations ran out on the boarding-school killing, she was an Amazon Dancer "Specialist" known and sought after by many night-clubs. Among typical men, quite a number may like to date an Amazon, and find out what is like to have sex with a woman who could very well force herself on them. The potential of rape, committed by a woman on a man, is there. That thrills some men. Far fewer men would like to marry an Amazon; taking as a wife, a woman who would be physically superior in every way. One good thing about an Amazon wife, however, when she wants to re-arrange furniture, she can do it herself! But almost ALL typical men like to WATCH a big Amazon woman dance! Men were captivated by Oriel's giant, heroically proportioned body of six-foot-six and 220 pounds as of her 20th birthday. With that copper-tan skin, long, flowing black hair, strong featured face with glaring brown eyes that could x-ray a man's soul, she danced with majestically huge, flowing movements. And she exuded lust in wholesale quantities. She was a terror to night-club managers however, a Dancer they loved for the clientele she brought in, but hated for the lewd acts during her dances. Night-club dance-floors often have those metal poles that the dancers sometimes climb, swing on and such as part of their sensuous performance. Oriel did all of that in the past; and presently, still did some of it. Some parts of the performance that involved hanging or swinging around the poles had to be removed from Oriel's Dance. Such was her weight and strength, she ripped many a pole from its attachments, either ceiling-end or floor-end. But, if she was feeling real naughty or "grungy", or just plain horny, she added another "pole-act" that night-club Managers dreaded and the guys went crazy over! Usually occurring after mid-night, after dancing for a number of hours, getting into it, sweating, and, yes, even sexually aroused by the men's very whooping and hollering, Oriel did it. After completely stripping, right there a violation of some club's zoning laws, she pressed that pole into her already wet vagina (indicating she WAS INDEED enjoying this) and rubbed on it, pumping sensuously. She pushed the pole INTO her large genital, and pumping more vigorously, brought herself to a full, sometimes loudly screaming orgasm! The pole visibly shook under the pounding from Oriel's vagina. That is to say, she would masturbate on that pole! Much to the club Manager's horror! Of course, upon seeing this, the guys went absolutely insane! Some even fainted! Not uncommon was the sight of a guy coming up to Oriel, right there on stage, prostrating himself before her and saying something like, "Take me! I'm your slave!" (Such action was probably partly "beer-fueled".) The Manager of most places would tell her later NOT to do that! But she would anyway. Sometimes, the guys would go "Shh", hushing each other up, so that the Manager would not notice anything unusual going on. They wanted to see THAT performance! Oriel raked in piles of money. But it all went into savings, as she continued to live frugally in cheap apartments, riding her mountain bicycle, and working out at gyms. And finally, before we encounter along with her some severe incidents that made her change the style of her life, let it be said that she became bolder and bolder outside the night-club as well. Weather permitting, she would often bicycle to and from the night-club or gym or even grocery store dressed only in a thong bikini out-fit. Of course she drew a lot of attention. Men and boys gathered around her exercise station at the gym to watch the six-foot-six, dark skinned Amazon in white thong out-fits sweat it out under bone-crushing (for most men) weights. They marveled, for example, at the awesome sight of this huge, muscle woman laying on the bench, profuse sweat dripping off her body and huffing mightily, then lowering and raising 16 to 20 times during a set of bench-presses, a bar clanging heavily with 280 to 290 pounds of steel plates! Some guys knew where to stand for an extra sight of interest. Laying on the bench for the bench-press, as with anybody, her legs would be spread, straddling the bench, with feet on floor. The guys standing on that end could see her sheer, white thong that barely covered her entire genital-mound as it was, soaked with sweat. So drenched, all the details of her big, well formed genital could be seen! And did the crowd of onlookers at the gym bother her? Does water bother fish!? Can you imagine, in a typical grocery store, catching sight of a towering copper-tanned leviathan of a woman with dark, flowing hair, standing a foot or more above all other persons, that dark skin contrasting dramatically with stark-white thong out-fits, pushing her shopping cart? And with big, wide shoulders, heavy, sinewy hips, and legs with bulging muscle rippling heavily with each step? She received numerous looks, both agreeable and disdainful, in the grocery stores. But is any body going to tell that six and a half foot, 220, later, 240 pound muscle Amazon what to wear!? Really, seriously, at that size and build, Oriel probably could NOT find any OTHER clothes that would fit her. Wearing the largest possible thong bikini out-fits, they CAN stretch quite a bit, plus their very nature makes fit non-critical. But she would truly find shopping for "regular" clothes difficult, if not impossible. Being that big kept rapers at bay! In two and three in the morning, when Oriel hurtled home from the night-club on her bicycle now at speeds of around 40 miles per hour on deserted city streets, potential rapers, even groups of them, merely watched as the bronze-tanned Amazon of steel muscles zoomed on by. About when Oriel was 20, she again received news of a new arrival in her family. Now Oriel had a baby sister. Letter and photo came from Judy Strong-Girl and Alex of Oho-Wo-Songwi, their newly-born daughter. Oriel planned to visit later. She still had not even seen Okuwa-Tsire, her younger brother yet.