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.