Oriel, part 9
by Joe Rathbun
THREE HORRIBLE INCIDENTS   ORIEL TAKES A RADICAL NEW DIRECTION IN LIFE

On to 22, 23, and 24 years of age, and Oriel continued her Dancer's
life, simply because she enjoyed it. Limited modeling was added.
Obviously too big for typical modeling, many artists or
photographers wanted her from time to time for special works about
Amazons they were doing.

The Statute Of Limitations for that long ago boarding school
killing long since expired. Even during those seven years, nothing
really occurred. Local authorities just gave up the case. The
boarding school was finally wrenched from the hands of the
religious hypocrites and now operates under Ute Indian control. It
has become a fine local High School giving Ute children a good
basic high-school education plus a specialized education in Ute
Indian culture and language. A pity Oriel missed that.

But before she would give up that Dancing life, blood curdling
incidents would occur. Now in the '80s, the White man's
"civilization" just became worse, with more crimes and crimes
themselves becoming more violent.

Now, at 23 years of age, standing 6-foot-6 at 230 pounds, Oriel has
not had trouble with attacks for quite a while. With the "era of
rape attempts" seemingly over, Oriel thought the worst was behind
her.

A few months after Oriel's 23rd birthday, Judy Strong Girl and Alex
came on a visit, and for the first time brought the youngsters,
Okuwa-Tsire and Oho-Wo-Songwi. A quick, fast-paced visit, Oriel had
many appointments to attend. Several places wanted her big, wild
Amazon dancing and quite a few places wanted her for photography.
The visit excited the children; they were fascinated by their
gigantic Sister.

In all of Oriel's hurrying, she noticed but did not have the time
to think about the fact the children appeared full blooded; that
is, not half White. But at the time, she passed it off as just
their still being very young and, perhaps, playing a lot in the
strong south-west Colorado sun. Judy said they played a lot outside
the cabin. In the strong sun, they surely would develop deep tans.



Attempts against Oriel were to start up again, more serious
attempts. And the attempts were done by over-confident men, sure
of there superiority over even big females; they just did not know
what they were coming up against. And at six-and-a-half feet and
230 pounds, well honed muscles and reflexes, and still nasty temper
that seemed to get nastier over time, Oriel was quite capable of
wreaking terrible damage!

Three REAL BAD incidents occurred over as little as a six-month-
period that finally made her think. The incidents took place after
the visit of her parents when they brought the Children the first
time. Although she busted through the incidents like an avalanche,
the incidents got her to thinking in terms of a change of life
style.

Oriel knew herself that she became less and less tolerant of men
who rape or in any other way attack or take advantage of Women. In
all three of the incidents, Oriel not only defeated the attackers,
but flew into terrible killing rages against them. She frightened
even herself. Not quite knowing why she had such a nasty, over-
reactive temper against such attackers, she knew she better get out
of this life style before a killing rage ends up with her in jail.

In the first incident, three guys attacked her with an intent to
rape. At two in the morning, in the midst of tall buildings of a
big city's concrete forest, and in the darkness behind a bar that
she had been dancing in, they came at her before she was able to
mount her bicycle. With the only light being a bluish-greenish pall
of a mercury-vapor lamp in FRONT of the bar, so that she was in the
darkness of the bar's shadow, this is a woman's worst night-mare.
And with three maniacs coming at her!

Two of them, no problem to Oriel, but one guy was so big, he indeed
challenged even Oriel's strength and fighting ability. She did not
have her knife. Having not been attacked in a long while caused
her to let parts of her guard down. But her well directed,
resounding slap on both his ears with "cupped" hands like clashing
symbols together, caused him to reel from pain and dizziness.

In a horrible rage, Oriel, clad only in a white thong bikini,
grabbed an iron pipe that just happened to be amongst other debris
of the litter-strewn back-alley, and with the big guy still reeling
from the painful punch to his ears, and with her hollering terrible
profanities at him, she swung the iron pipe with gargantuan force.
It literally tore his head open! His head splayed, brains and blood
scattered all over the place. Then she whacked his head again as
he lay on the ground in his death-throes! She spat on him. A few
more whacks and there was nothing left of the attacker's head
except bloody pulp!

Yes, that big Amazon Ute Warrior CAN wreak terrible havoc!

Then she turned to the other two, smaller guys who, by now, were
terrified! Seeing that they were no match for this hurricane, they
departed fast!

Then Oriel took off on her bicycle on back to her apartment.

The incident had Oriel up the next morning, ears to radio listening
to the news. There was only a brief mention of a man who had his
head split open and beaten probably as a gang murder. No leads with
guessed motive being a sour drug deal.



In a second particularly bad case, a man attacked Oriel before he
knew just how big she was. It was around 2:30 in the morning as
she returned home from a night of dancing.

As she careened around a corner in an unlit area of narrow streets,
someone tripped her bicycle by tossing a stick into the spokes of
the front wheel. Oriel tumbled over the handle-bars, flying through
the air in a full somersault. Experienced with cycling, she landed
well and was up on her feet quickly. Her temper exploded! She
grabbed the attacker and threw him 30 feet into a brick wall. Some
how, still able to get up after that, the attacker ran, limping.

But she had insufficient revenge. She took off after him, screaming
insulting profanities towards him. The 5 foot-11 fellow ran like
a scared chicken with that 240 pound female muscle-maniac pursuing
him. He ran to his car, a small Ford Festiva, and clamored in. By
this time, the long, well muscled legs of Oriel had already brought
her up against his car. He started the engine. But before he could
take off, a rage-charged heave from this female gargantuan put his
Festiva on its side!

She broke the wind-shield glass with alley-debris and pulled the
terrified fellow out the wind-shield, cutting him on the jagged
remains of the glass in the process. She grabbed him by one foot,
and proceeded to swing him back and forth, over head, bashing him
on the ground each time. Again and again she swung him, yelling
curses and profanities, bashing him whip-like on the ground. She
continued to do so until she apparently had spent her rage, then
ran off.

He died of severe cuts and massive internal injuries. Police found
him already dead. Oriel listening to the radio the next morning
heard the brief news of a terrible gang-land slaying. They found
an over-turned car and a victim, cut and pummeled to death. As
usual, no leads, possible motive, drug deal disagreement or some
kind of revenge.


 
And the third and worse case, the bloodiest and goriest, was the
only time Oriel had to face Police. But the case was clearly
self-defense. However, some investigators questioned why the scene
was so gory.

After a long Saturday night of dancing in a more or less,
sophisticated night-club, she came home to a small, grungy
apartment (typical quarters for her), and lay down on the bed made
of a sheet over discarded foam packing materials, with a pillow
that was simply another piece of packing foam. She stripped her
thong bikini (as she had been doing all night any way) to sleep
nude, and without any blankets or sheets. This is usual for her on
warm summer nights in these cheap apartments with no
air-conditioning.

Her nine inch serrated blade knife, after a long rest, was about
to be put to use again.

She slept with the knife stowed near her. She was about to drift
off to sleep, when in comes a guy crashing boldly through her
window. He comes towards her with a club, and naked.

With horrible profanities screamed towards the somewhat big
attacker, she jumped up with nine inch serrated blade in hand high
in the air, and with a powerful downward thrust, slit the guy open
all the way from neck, down his chest, down to his belly. With that
knife's terrible blade and her now heavy, powerful arm, it was
easy. Another crossing slice, and out plops his intestines which
she cuts up a couple of times! With him screaming in pain and for
mercy, she cuts him again, across the chest, flaying him open
exposing a beating heart! Within a pool of his own blood he plops,
and soon the beating heart fibrillates, then stops altogether.

With him dead, she was going to flee, but this was her apartment.
If she fled, it would look like she planned it. Besides, she had
friends in that town's police force. She has had sex, safe, condom
using, non-paid for sex, but sex never the less with the Chief of
Police and several other officers.

This was not unusual for the passionate, lusting Oriel. But she
always adamantly refused offers of prostitution. Anyway, among the
many men that came to her dressing room, if there was one she
liked, she would gladly entertain and accommodate him, sexually and
otherwise. She insisted on condomed sex. And the guys complied, no
choice! When a 240 pound muscle Amazon tells you, this is the way
it's going to be, that is it! No arguing!

Anyway, she could implicate the Officers. But she wouldn't have
to. They all liked her. A phone call to the police station had a
couple of her lovers, and later that Police Chief, investigating
the scene. "Self-Defense" they declared. Although some that never
met her argued she over reacted, the police knew the dead man to
be a known trouble-maker, assaulter of other women, and a dangerous
nuisance.



The three terrible incidents finally did it. Although she came
through unscathed, physically or legally, Oriel had enough of this.
Besides, she was beginning to be more and more excited about
another possibility.

Among the many gentleman friends that experienced the joys of
Oriel's body, and later stuck around long enough to know the person
Oriel, not just her genital, there were a number of Commercial
Airline Pilots. Men that came to her (often to her dressing room
in the night-clubs) were from all kinds of professions, businesses
and schools. It was the profession of Airline piloting that
captured her interest.

That kind of thing was in her make up. Her demonstrated ability
with ham radio, her love of Star Trek episodes, her favorite
activity being ultra-light flying, particularly her cool demeanor
under frightening situations plus her freedom from drugs and
alcohol all indicated excellent Airline Pilot potential.

Also, as of late, her Mother and Alex kept begging her to come home
now. Since the Statute Of Limitations long expired, and that once
hated boarding school became an excellent Ute Indian High School
with a G.E.D. program, conditions were highly favorable for her
return. And the children, Okuwa-Tsire and Oho-Wo-Songwi wanted to
see their big sister again after the visit earlier.

From the very apartment that she cut the attacker open, a few days
later she called her parents. She STILL had to go through a mobile
radio-phone service to call them. She told them she is coming back
for G.E.D. to facilitate her going to Airline Pilots' college.

Many Pilots advised Florida Tech in Melbourne, Florida.
With one Pilot she was with, she pointed out however, "But dam!
That weather of Florida is MOST uncomfortable. I was in
Jacksonville once, and quickly left. I can't stand the heat and
humidity. It's the humidity. I come from south-west Colorado where
it gets good and hot, in the sun in summer. But it's bone dry. My
skin rashes and itches in that damp mess in Florida."
"But Oriel, Florida Tech is the best there is for Commercial
Airline Pilot training. The dormitories and surrounding apartments
are air-conditioned, and all the class rooms are air-conditioned.
Plus, you like to dress in a bikini all the time. Melbourne is a
beach town! Many gals stroll around in their bikinis. You'll fit
right in! I think you have to dress a little more conservative in
the classes though. But they ARE air-conditioned."

One of the very few times Oriel ever complained of conditions,
Florida's humidity in this case, she decided to go for it despite
the discomfort. By this time her savings were quite sizable. She
could attend classes full time and not have to work, paying for
classes and living entirely on 11 years of savings.