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Indian Village Attack

The two Sioux women emerged from the trees and walked towards the village,
each carrying a young male deer across their broad shoulders which they had
killed earlier in the day.

The women had been left in charge of the village while the male braves were at
a peace treaty called by the great white chief in the east and it was now only
inhabited by women and children.

The women had warned their men of the dangers of dealing with the treacherous
whites and urged them to attack the fort before it was too late. The women
would join in these attacks and could fight equally as well as the male
braves. But on this occasion the men demanded the women stay in the camp and
look after the children and elderly

Grey Dove, the older of the two women had two daughters, aged 14 and 17. They
were in the village making arrows.

Red Feather was a little younger and had no children.

The Sioux women were skillful hunters and very capable with the arrow and
tomahawk. They had to defend their village many times from Pawnee raiding
parties when their men were away fighting white men. Both women were
experienced fighters and had scalped the heads of many Pawnee army scouts and
taken many cocks from between the Pawnees legs as trophy's.

The men would be away for several days because the white fort was at least two
days ride. In the men's absence most of women chose to shed their long skirts
and buckskin shirt and wear only breechclouts around their loins. This gave
them less restrictions when hunting and scouting the woods in the woods around
the camp for any Pawnee war parties that might try to attack. Grey Dove's long
narrow breechclout was made from a white soldiers breeches, she wore nothing
else except her moccasins. The narrow blue cloth garment hung from her belt
between her powerful legs, barely covering her rock hard buttocks and flat
belly. The young white soldier met his end at the hands of Grey Dove when he
and three Pawnees tried to kidnap some young Sioux girls near the village a
month earlier.

Grey Dove and Red Feather's bodies were kept strong and hard from the
continuous labors of provided food and shelter for their families. They also
practiced whenever they could with the other women in wrestling and knife and
tomahawk throwing, The use of the bow and tomahawk was second nature from
almost the day they could walk.

As the women continued their walk towards the village, they began to feel
vibrations in the ground. They lay their deer down and Grey Dove put her ear
to the ground.

'Many horses, heavy horses, not Sioux ponies - many white men coming She
exclaimed.

Both women left their deer and started running towards the village, shouting
to the other women, most of whom were already alerted.

They quickly un-shouldered their bows and each knotched an arrow into the
bowstring in readiness for the attack.

The women in the village ran to their teepees for their weapons, bows,
tomahawks. They already carried their hunting knives on their belts. They
gathered up the children and told them to run to the river.

A line of blue clad solders appeared through the trees in the distance and
puffs of smoke appeared as they began to fire into the village. The Captain
commanded 100 soldier in the attack to wipe out the village. The Sioux women
were outnumbered 3 to 1. The plan was for the soldiers attack to be over in a
few minutes.

This was the first mistake by the Captain of the soldiers, who was
inexperienced in fighting Indians. He should have approached the village
upwind and at a slow trot. The vibrations of the charge of heavy horses from a
long way had alerted the Indian women, who could now prepare for the attack.

Grey Dove reached the village as the soldiers crossed the tree line and into
the open meadow surrounding the village. Grey Dove, Red Feather and other
Sioux women readied their weapons and hid behind the tepee's and trees out of
sight of the soldiers.

Before taking cover behind the teepee Grey Dove had seen several Pawnees
scouts riding with the soldiers, including Fucking Dog, who she had sworn to
kill after he had raped and killer her sister, a year earlier. A savage rage
now built up in her heart and she swore to take Fucking Dog and as many
soldiers as she could with her to the happy hunting ground.

The Sioux arrows found their mark and several soldiers toppled from their
horses but the soldier bullets missed the indian women by a wide mark.

As some of the wounded soldiers tried to stagger up and remount their horses,
more arrows speed from the undergrowth in another part of the village and took
the men down.

Some of the younger Sioux women emerged from their hiding places and finished
off the wounded soldiers with tomahawks and knives.

The soldiers became confused about where the women were hiding as four Sioux
women dropped from some trees onto about six soldiers who rode underneath. The
women, naked except for their brief breach clouts, savagely tomahawked and
slit the throats of the young inexperienced soldiers. The Sioux women now took
charge of the soldier horses and charged another group of men firing at them
with the captured army carbines. Although two of the women were shot from
their mounts, the others managed to close on a group of cavalry and kill four
men with the carbines and then leaping on two other and taking them off their
horses. The white stood no chance against these skillful female warriors. The
men had their throats cut quickly and then the women disappeared into the
scrub.

Closer to the river, Grey Dove and Red Feather were trying to fight off more
soldiers who had learnt not to try and take the women in close combat, as the
many blue coated bodies surrounding the warrior women has proven.

Both women were now badly wounded but still had much fight in them. They had
no choice but to throw all the children into the river and hope they would
survive while a last stand was made to hold of the white men.

Slowly weight of numbers and with some reinforcements the white soldiers
gained the upper hand, although many were now badly wounded. The Sioux women
were now scattered over a wide area, but still very dangerous as unwary
soldiers would discover as they found comrades with their throats slit and
cocks scalped .

The soldiers closed in on Grey Dove as Red Feather finally fell to a bullet.
She kissed the girls and threw them into the rushing water.

The strong warrior she was, Grey Dove ran to draw the soldiers away from the
river and many men moved to chase her, with some men firing into the water in
the direction of her children.

With bullets whistling past her Grey Dove used the last of the strength in her
powerful legs to draw most of the soldiers with her. As a young officer began
to overhaul her, the firing dropped off.

The young soldier moved up behind this magnificent warrior as they both ran at
full pace and gazed up on the power of her physique and animal strength. She
had killed many of his men single handed, but he respected her desire to
protect the village and her children. He wanted to kill her and he also wanted
to fuck this beautiful savage. He was confused in his desires.

She looked back at her pursuer, the enemy who wanted to kill her children.
Should she try and out run this white man or confront him and kill him.

Her legs were tiring, she drew the scalping knife from her belt and slowed to
draw the soldier closer to her. Then she suddenly turned, faced him and ran
back toward him.

He drew his own knife.

To be continued.

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Great story from Diana the Valkyrie. These are several other there and i will post

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Mohawk Attack
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The war party sprinted along the narrow trail between the trees and undergrowth in the heavily wooded  forest. The Mohawk shemale's were heading for the edge of the forest that overlooked  the Redcoat fort. Their strong  smooth muscled but shapely war painted legs, powered the young,,  long cocked  savage female warriors  at a fast pace that was quickly overhauling the remainder of the  redcoat column retreating to the fort.

Earlier the small war party of superbly fit, shemales were skirmishing with the British Redcoats. The red coats of the soldiers were easy targets of the deadly arrows of the Mohawk women whose hard brown  athletic  bodies  could hardly be seen by the soldiers as they blended in with forest. The fighting women had their heads  shaved, except for the characteristic narrow tuft of thick black hair left in the middle of their heads. Many had their faces painted completely red from below their dark menacing eyes, signifying they had taken at least five Redcoat scalps in previous battles. They slowly circled the soldiers, screaming their intimidating and blood curdling war cries. The troops wasted their precious powder, firing blindly at the shadows between the trees.

The strong young Mohawk women, some almost naked  were perfectly equipped for forest warfare and the defeating and scalping of the unfit , redcoats in their heavy and cumbersome  uniforms.  Some of the female braves wore a short sleeveless deerskin shirts, open at the front to expose firm hard pointed breasts.  Scalp belts were worn around their tight narrow waists with a narrow buckskin breechclout or thong hung from the belt.  Some had their powerful legs  bare, while other  were partly covered with tight buckskin leggings that came up to their mid thighs and supported with straps tied to their scalp belts. In all instances their rock hard buttocks and flat bellies were bare and the impressive weapons that hung between these young warrior women's legs were now fully hardened and erect and held tight against their hard bellies insider their breechclouts and thongs.
   
On several occasions while the Redcoats were reloading their muskets,  one or two Mohawks, hiding closest to the soldiers,  would run out from behind the trees with only knives or tomahawks  and attack the closest soldiers, quickly overpowering them and tomahawking them or slitting their throats before running back into their hiding places. Some even had time to quickly scalp the men before retreating.

The captain in charge of the column, knew that Mohawk women would eventually pick off his men one by one, so he ordered half of his men to retreat to the fort, while the remaining  half would charge the Mohawks.  He had no ideas that the Mohawk female war party numbered only a third of his men.
The soldiers fixed their bayonets  and charged into the forest around them to seek out the Indians. The Mohawk shemales sensing they were close to finishing off this group of Redcoats stripped ready for the  fight.   The fighting women's ages ranged from eighteen to forty, with the oldest still taking more scalps than the younger women and still fucking more young redcoat officers assess with their strong hard cocks.

Now the close hand to hand combat and slaughter of the white men would begin.  The skillful warrior women had let the soldiers chase them deeper into the forest. They were now exhausted, separated and completely disoriented.  The tall  powerful , smooth muscled Mohawk women moved in to finish off the men. The warriors were now wearing only their brief and narrow deerskin thongs, stretched over the deadly, throbbing meat spears.  The narrow back strap was pulled in tight between their big rock hard buttocks. Some had inserted butt plugs in their ass holes to provide more stimulation during the fight.  They had greased their bodies all over and they gleamed and glistened as the narrow rays of sunlight that penetrated the thick forest canopy, cris - crossed over their hard bodies as they moved in stealthily  through the undergrowth for the kill, their knives between their teeth and tomahawks drawn.

The female savages rose out of their hiding places in the underground and attacked the soldiers. Many redcoats did not see them until it was too late and they were wrestled to the ground putting up little resistance against their more powerful and skilful Mohawk shemale opponents.
Swift Tomahawk, the leader of the war party quickly took down the Captain of the soldiers.  He charged the shemale warrior with his musket leveled but she ducked under the barrel and brought her fist up into his crutch. Gasping he sprawled to the ground and she was quickly on him, putting her knee  in the small of his back and pulling his head back by the hair to expose his neck.

"White chief and soldiers now get good ass fucking from Mohawk women", as she held the razor sharp scalping knife next to his throat.
She let his head drop back and prepared his ass as he groaned in pain from the punishing blow he had received.  With her big powerful thighs straddling him, she expertly opened up the rear of his white breeches, with her knife, exposing the white man's soft white buttocks. The painted female savage squeezed his soft mounds and opened them up to expose the target of her cumming onslaught.  Her long thick uncut cock was released as her deerskin thong was untied. The long brown hardened weapon lay on the pale skin of his ass.  She raised herself up on her knees and positioned her deadly spear in between his open buttocks  on his asshole. The foreskin ran back, exposing the gleaming  bulbous head as Mohawk women she slowly powered her cannon deep into his ass hole in the ultimate conquest.

With the soldier now screaming and fully penetrated up to the hilt of the warrior women's ten inch cock, the naked and muscular shemale began a rhythmic stroking of the cock in and out of the face down  Redcoat.

The remaining white officers were also being over whelmed and subjected to the same treatment.  A young slim but firm bodied and wildly painted shemale had her victim spread-eagled on his back in the grass. He was twice her age and weight, but no match for this skilful female native with a murderous weapon between her legs, that the white men feared the most.   
     
The unfit and exhausted soldier offered little resistance as this screaming warrior girl finished tying his wrists to some surrounding saplings, while straddling him. She moved back between his legs on her knees and reached under his heavy fat thighs and quickly rolled up his legs up over his head with all the muscles in her back and arms rippling through brown skin in the massive effort.

Holding his legs in place with on hand she tugged on a single knot on her brief breechclout and the garment fell free leaving her massive cock standing upright between her powerful thighs, her big balls charged with hot creamy spunk ready to be shot into the ass of the soldier. Her scalp belt remained tied tightly around her tight narrow waist and carried her scalping knife and tomahawk.  The knife had already taken four white soldier scalps in the early part of the battle. Now it would be used to cut off the white man's breeches around his buttock and loins.

With the white soldier ready for a devastating fucking, the young savage fit shemale powerfully armed between her legs,  first penetrated him with two long fingers to prepare him for her iron hard shaft. l

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Apache Woman

The young Apache girl sat astride her barebacked pony looking down on the fort from the hill side. Her hard brown, muscular body was naked except for a buckskin thong tied between her powerful legs and over flat hard belly.  Hanging from her thong strap was a big hunting knife, two throwing knives and  pieces of blood stained scalps taken from the heads of white soldiers tied to the horses behind her.

The ten horses, tied in a line, each had a naked white soldier tied face down across the saddle. All the soldiers were dead except one. The ten white men had been sent to capture this elusive Indian girl who had been ambushing supply wagons and killing dispatch riders and scouts. This skilful female warrior had even climbed the fort walls in the middle of the night, silently strangling two sentries and leaving them hanging from the fort wall, scalped and naked. No one in the fort had heard a sound.

The young Indian woman's powerful body glistened in the hot sun with a mixture of sweat and the soldiers spunk that she had smeared over her broad full chest and powerful thighs. The female savage had pumped the cum from the ponies soldiers cocks, before torturing and killing nine of the white men.  The soldier she spared sat naked on his horse, gagged and with his ankles tied to the stirrups and his hands tied behind his back. The agile Apache girl climbed from the back of her pony onto the back of the horse of the surviving soldier. She led the train of horses down the hillside, towards the fort. Her pony followed obediently behind, to which she had tied her bow, quiver of arrows, tomahawk and an army carbine.

The sentries had seen the horses on the hill and called the fort to arms. They could not believe their eyes as this trail of horses carrying their comrades scalped and naked bodies filed down the hill, led by a single Apache Indian girl. Sitting behind the last surviving soldier, the soldiers on the fort walls could not fire at her without hitting the soldier. The female warrior released the train of horse as she neared the fort gates and urged the horse into a gallop. She drew her knife from her scalp belt with one hand and put her other hand between his legs and clutched his balls. Giving a screaming war cry she cut off his balls and held them in the air in full view of the fort. As her well trained pony drew alongside she leapt off the back of the soldiers horse, onto the pony, galloping off as fast as she could away from the fort.

The soldiers fired at her from the fort walls but failed to hit this female scalper as she disappeared between two small hills.

The gates opened and several soldiers rode out in pursuit of the Indian girl.

Once behind the hillocks, the daring she brave rode toward a cluster of trees and as she approached an overhanging branch , she stood up on the back of the pony and grabbed the branch, swinging up into the tree and out of sight. Almost immediately three soldiers came into sight and rode towards the same trees following the dust of her pony.

As they rode under the overhanging branch, the skilful female warrior swung down from her hiding place with her powerful legs spread wide apart. The two leading soldiers were each struck in the head by the Indian girls bare feet and knocked out of their saddles. Still hanging from the branch by one arm, the Apache girl drew the throwing dagger from her scalp belt as the fast approaching third soldier drew his pistol from his belt. The deadly lighting speed and throwing power of the female savage beat him to the draw and he toppled from his horse with the knife in his chest.

She dropped to the ground just as the first two dazed soldiers tried to stagger to their feet. This hard bodied, thong clad Indian huntress did not even have to draw her tomahawk to fight the unfit, fat bellied white men. She ran quickly towards them, delivering a paralyzing kick to the crutch of the first solder as he struggled to draw his pistol and a flying head butt to the second soldier. With them both back on the ground, she ran to the third, drawing her tomahawk delivering a death blow, before recovering her throwing dagger from his chest. After the Indian girl had finished off all the men by slitting their throats, she stripped them and scalped off their cocks as she had done with the men that were hunting her on the previous day. Her pony had obediently returned and she vaulted onto  its back with ease, the fighting having little effect on her superb stamina.

She rode up to the top of a small hill neat the fort and held up the men's penis's screaming a wild war cry before disappearing behind the hill. She would be back at a later date with more Apache girls to finally finish off all the men in the fort.       

That patrol of ten unfortunate soldiers that ended up naked and tied to their horses outside the fort from earlier in the day had been sent out to capture the wild Indian girl.  They were some of the most experienced men in the fort. But from being the hunters they had become the hunted and were no match for this skilful, strong and cunning female Apache who led them into her deadly ambush.

They had tracked her for two days, little knowing she was making it easy for the inexperienced scouts to follow a trail that would lead then to a place that she had chosen to pick them off one by one and kill them. The trail the Apache girl had laid finally led to a steep hillside piles with large rocks and boulders that could hide a large army. It was at this place she would finally show herself and taunt the white soldiers.

As the rocky hillside came into view the soldiers saw the Apache girl, wearing only her fighting thong, her lithe muscular body smeared with war paint. She was holding an army rifle in the air with three white scalps and penis's tied to the barrel . She was screaming war cries and taunts at the soldiers from the top of a large rock. The soldiers could not stand the taunts any longer and tried to ride to where the indian girl was standing but the rocky outcrops and narrow gaps between the large boulders rocks made it impossible for the horses to get through. The soldiers then foolishly dismounted and led by their young in-experienced officer, made there way up the hillside through the rock and boulders. The Apache warrior girl gave a last war cry and disappeared into the rocks.

The soldiers had only a few hours of daylight to complete the capture of the Indian  warrior girl. Trying to find her in the darkness in the rocks would be hopeless and dangerous. The men were forced to separate as them made their way through the maze of huge boulders.  Hidden in a dark crevice, the Apache hard bodied female allowed the men to move past her. She could now pick off any man she wanted without the others knowing, but as she killed some of the men, she would let them cry out to terrify the others.  She moved silently through the rocks, with her knife in her teeth, until she came up behind her first victim. The Indian women unhitched her thong from her tight loins and slipped it around soldier throat. Pulling it tight, she forcing him to the ground  with her knee in the small of his back. He struggled frantically, but she was too strong and slowly he weakened, dropping his rifle and passing out. She lowered his limp body to the ground and moved forward to hunt for another white man. She would return later for the  scalp of her first victim.

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Huron Canoe Attack
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The canoe sped across the dark waters of the lake propelled by six perfectly timed paddles cutting precisely into the glass like surface.  Six naked bodies, their sculptured muscular forms, dripping with sweat, paddled the canoe silently towards the redcoat camp fires on the distant shore.
It would soon be daybreak and the six Huron warrior women would need to be hidden with their canoe in the reeds at the lake edge before the redcoats awoke.
The canoe slid into the tall reeds to the south of the camp and the young Huron Indian females rolled over the side into the water. They swam around stretching their lithe, tight muscular bodies after several hours of hard paddling.
At daybreak two of the Huron women swam up the shore on the edge of the reeds to watch the redcoats load their cannons onto the large log raft that was beached next to the camp of redcoat tents. Their smooth dark brown shapes slipping through the water like snakes. Although their fit athletic bodies were naked they did wear belts around their waist to carry their big scalping knives.  Their head were shaven, but leaving  a small knot of thick black hair bound with a strip of buckskin.
The English soldiers planned to take the cannons to the new large fort being built on the other side of the lake. Taking the guns around the lake would mean moving through the land of the Huron women and risking attack. But little did the redcoats know that a war party of Huron women was preparing to massacre and scalp the large detachment of soldiers building the fort while this canoe borne female killer team was stalking the Redcoats moving the canons.     
The attack on the soldiers building the fort was led by Red Eagle, the Huron medicine women. A hundred Redcoats were building the fort and Red Eagle was preparing her attack by watching the white men while hidden in the long grass near the fort. Half the men were cutting down trees in the forest, while the others were building the fort walls.
The Huron war party that would attack the soldiers building the fort was just thirty strong, but they were the most skillful and strongest in the tribe.   
Red eagle crawled back to where the rest of her braves were hiding and instructed  them in the plan of attack. The were ready. Stripped down to just their brief buckskin scalping thongs, that cut in tight between their solid muscular buttocks and wearing wild war paint all over the rest of their muscular bodies, and with their black painted lips, were a frightening sight to any white man.
'We go in close with tomahawk and knife to take white men', whispered the forty year old Medicine Women, who had the lithe, supple body of an eighteen year old, but the cunning and skill of a she wolf.
The white chief is mine and we keep some of their officers alive for sport later', she added
Grey Dove, picked ten braves and moved off into the forest to wait for the next group of Redcoats to come into the wood to cut down trees.
Grey dove prepared her ambush near the clearing being used by the soldiers. Her hard bodied young she braves lay in the grass and undergrowth with their scalping knives between their teeth. 
The redcoats brought four horses to drag the timber back to the fort.
Clad in only a brief breechclout, like the rest of her female braves, had wrestled the red coat Captain into submission and tied him up. She stripped him of his uniform exposing his soft white body. The powerful Huron women taunted him with her hard and strong athletic form, even though she was ten years his senior. She then prepared the thick shaft of her tomahawk by lubricating it with bear fat.
Now she would fuck his ass hole until he told her the Red Coat plans for attacking her land. Face down with his hands tied behind his back he would now experience the ultimate humiliation. He screamed as the savage Huron female slowly slid the long shaft deeper into his tunnel. Slowly she increased the rhythm, pounding him in the ass with her deadly weapon. His cries mingled with the sound of slaughter all around him, as the remainder of his men were being slaughtered slowly by naked hard bodied young Huron she braves. One by one the soldiers throats were slit open by the warrior women, after they had tired of the one sided sport provided by the weak white men.
When she had all the information she needed, the warrior women then strangled him and took his scalp and penis with her big hunting knife.
The six Huron braves hiding in the reeds had been sent by Red Eagle to attack the redcoat at their most vulnerable.
While two braves were watching the redcoats, the others had swum up a small creek and stream that flowed into the lake to free a large fallen tree that was aground on a sand bank. The sandbank prevented the tree drifting into the lake. The Huron women would use the tree as cover to approach the soldiers raft when it was out in deeper water.  To be continued. Ayeeeeya
   
     

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Stage Coach
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The two apache sisters lay flat on the rocks just above the trail. They knew the stage coach would soon pass by their position. The two strong young she braves  clad in only in small fighting breechclouts and moccasin's, pulled two arrow each for the quivers hung on their broad  muscled backs. Holding one arrow in their teeth, the other was knotched into their bow strings. They heard the stage coach approaching and pulled back their bow strings , their biceps and backs  bulging. The stage coach had a driver at the reins, shot gun guard and army trooper on the roof. The coach had to slow as the trail narrowed below the rock where the apache girls lay.
Little Owl, the older of the apache she braves,  raised herself up on one knee and took aim at the driver. As she let loose the deadly arrow, the younger apache, Running Bare, did the same as, the soldier looked up at Apaches girls on the rocks as the first arrow hit the driver squarely in the back. Running Bare's arrow struck the soldier in the neck and he rolled off the roof of the stage coach. Little Owl had her second arrow knotched in and let fly at the shot gun guard as he raised his weapon to the rocks. Too late!  The arrow slammed into his chest, killing him. The guards gun went off as he rolled of the roof, startling the horses  and the stage coach was pulled , lurching and careering down the trail.
The passengers had boarded the stage coach at the end of the rail road and the coach as the only remaining transport to the fort, 20 miles away.  The captain of the forts wife, eighteen your old daughter and two cavalry offices were the passengers.
The two young apaches quickly climbed down from rocks on the other side from the trail where their  ponies were obediently  waiting. The quickly vaulted onto their bareback mounts and sped after the stage coach.  As the Apache girls began to reach the stage coach, Running Bare prepared her bow with an arrow.  Little Owl drew her scalping knife and put it between her teeth.
Apaches could ride a pony bareback with both hands free to shoot arrows and captured army rifles. The soldier could not ride without holding the reins and this  put them at a disadvantage against the strong and skillful fast moving young apache girls.  Once close in to the soldiers, whether on the backs of their pony's or crawling stealthy through the grass, the soldier were no match for the young female braves skillful wrestling. Once in a deadly Apache women's wrestling hold the soldier would be powerless to fight back and the  young Apache women could then pin them down and torture them including cutting open the men's breeches between their legs and pull out their cocks or forcing several fingers deep into the men's assess to make them cum.
The soldiers began to fire their pistols from inside the stage coach and as the bullets whistled past the apache girls , Little Owl rode up to the back of the coach and climbed up the back onto the roof with her knife still between her teeth. As one of the officers leaned out of the coach window to shoot again,  Little Owl , lying flat on the roof leaned over the edge and grabbed the white man's hair with one hand and took the knife from between her teeth with the other and pulling his head back and  slit the man's throat.  Running Bare shot another arrow into the coach as Little Owl climbed down from the coach and worked her way along the horses until she reached  the leading horse and reined it back until the coach came to a gradual halt.
The door on the other side of the coach from the dead soldier burst open and the remaining officer jumped down and ran off into the long grass leaving the white women on their own. Little Owl jumped down from the horse train and ran off into the long grass to chase the soldier.
Running Bare dismounted and dragged the dead soldier out of the coach and then dragged out the white women and her wife, who were cowering inside the coach floor. She would leave the dead soldier to be scalped by Little Owl on her return.
With the white women  stripped naked and tied up, Running Bare unhitched the horses from the coach and selected two horse for the white women. Suddenly she heard two pistol shots in the distance and  followed by Little Owl's war cry. Two more shots and then another war cry. Little Owl was stalking the white soldier  through the thick scrub and running between scrub to draw his fire and waste his bullets.
Little Owl then heard the click, click , click of an empty revolver and as he tried to reload, she ran quickly towards him an.  He turned and tried to run but the strong young apache girl leap onto him and brought him to the ground. To be continued.

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Native American Female Warrior Victories

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Massacre At Dawn
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Wearing only their brief breechcloths and war paint the Apache women dismounted from their ponies and crept towards the soldiers camp through the early morning mist. Strong Pony, Snake Woman and Swift Arrow crawled through the long grass ahead of the main war party of Apache female hard bodies, armed with their bows and deadly arrows. The strong, fit, muscular bodies of the Indian women glistened with the morning dew that fell from the grass as they slithered on their hard bellies. The foolish soldiers had camped without regard to the cover around them which now hid the Indian girls and allowed the deadly savages to approach close to the sleeping men. The Apache women were experts in close hand-to-hand combat and without their guns the soldiers would be taken easily even though they outnumbered the Apaches three to one.

Silently, the painted female savages surrounded the camp.

Strong Pony rose up out of the long grass and drawing back her bow string, let fly her deadly arrow at the first sentry. Snake Women and Swift Arrow followed
in quick succession. The sentries fell with hardly a sound giving the female war party vital seconds of surprise. Some of the she-braves crawled forward to where the sentries fell and finished them off by cutting their throats. The Apache she-braves then drew their tomahawks and knives and waited for the signal to attack and overwhelm the whites.

Red Legs had led her war party of she-braves to the other side of the camp, close to the river. The sentries on her side would be taken with Indian females' bare hands and the knife. Red Legs took the first one by crawling up behind him as he sat on a log. She quickly reached up and put her hand on his mouth and pulled him backward off the log towards her at the same time raising a powerful leg to trap his throat on the ground. While he lay pinned and helpless, she cut open his breeches between his legs and pulled out his penis.

At the same time as Red Legs was taking her first soldier, Tomahawk Woman was strangling another sentry and Grey Hawk tomahawked the last one.

Strong Pony flexed her muscles and ran the sharp blade of her scalping knife across her bulging bicep, drawing blood and then let out a terrifying war cry which was the signal for the attack.

The wild, painted female savages thundered towards the camp screaming blood-curdling war cries.  The startled soldiers awoke to the terrifying sound of this attack and ran for their carbines.  Some tried to load the Gatling gun and turn it on the Indian girls, but it was too late. The hard bodied Indian she-braves were on top of the whites before they could raise their weapons.

The men trying to use the Gatling gun were quickly overpowered and had their throats slit by some Apache girls led by Swift Arrow, her muscular body naked except for her moccasins. She had used her breechcloth to tie up one of the officers after quickly wrestling him to the ground. One officer managed to pull out his pistol and fire a single shot that whistled past the ear of Snake Woman before she brought her tomahawk up between his legs as she stormed past him to launch her spear at another soldier who was trying to load his rifle. He fell back as her lance went right through his throat.

Strong Pony deflected a soldiers sabre blow with a rifle she had taken from one of her white victims and delivered a paralyzing kick between the white man legs. She threw the rifle aside and finished the man with a powerful tomahawk blow to the head. The officer that had been tomahawked in the crotch was being stripped by a young female warrior who was no older than eighteen. She would scalp him between his legs.

Grey Dove and Running Bare saw some soldiers trying to escape on foot. The start of the attack had startled the soldiers horses and they had bolted. The two tall and powerful  young Apache women gave chase and soon overhauled the four unfit white men who were more used to riding a horses than trying to outrun skilful and superbly fit Indian girls. The exhausted whites were easily overpowered and tomahawked by the two warrior girls. The Indian women pulled the mens' breeches off and scalped their cocks and balls. They then sprinted back to the camp he camp with their trophies to rejoin the main fight.

The fierce battle was nearly over, the camp site now littered with dead and wounded soldiers.  Some still alive were being stripped naked by the war painted female victors. The ceremonial butt-fucking of the whites would now begin.

In the attack some of the men had been wrestled and overpowered by the Apache females and tied up. The naked men were now tied over fallen trees and logs. The female braves aroused by their great victory over the many white soldiers now prepared themselves for ass-raping the men.

The captain commanding the soldiers was taken by Snake Women early in the fight. He put up little resistance against this savage female wrestler. She would
fist fuck him first.

The mens' buttocks were opened up and slathered with buffalo fat until the Indian girls could force in their fists. They greased up their tomahawk shafts and, to a rhythmic drum beat, pumped the mens' assholes deeper and deeper. The mens' cocks grew in size, almost to that of Apache bucks. The impaled soldiers came in big handfuls which the Indian girls smeared all over their hard brown bodies while screaming wild war cries. They burnt the camp, carried off all the mens' weapons and ammunition and left the few surviving men still tied up and screaming for mercy.
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Crazy Pony

Crazy Pony wrestled the last soldier to the ground. The white man was no match for this skilful Sioux warrior woman. The powerful naked, war painted she-brave forced him onto his back and straddled his face pinning him to the ground with her hard muscular buttocks. She was naked because she had used her scalping thong to tie up another soldier. This other unfortunate white man lay face down a few feet away with his hands tied behind his back, his bare buttocks sticking into the air with Crazy Ponies spear shaft stuck in his ass. 

The soldier with his face being pinned by the rock hard ass of this Sioux warrior princess kicked out wildly with his legs as he slowly suffocated, while the hard bodied female fighter cut open the front of his breeches with her scalping knife. Well endowed men were often spared and taken captive for sport and wrestling and for hunting practice for the younger female braves.

The other she-braves in Crazy Pony's small war party were finishing off the remaining white soldiers with their tomahawks and taking the mens scalps. Some warrior girls were removing the saddles from the white soldiers horses and collecting the mens rifles and ammunition in preparation for their escape.

The ambush had been swift and savage. The dozen Sioux female fighters had surprised and overwhelmed the larger party of cavalrymen by digging shallow pits on the open hillside during the night. Two of the female braves then buried the other braves in the pits with grass and leaves and then hid nearby. The indan women lay motionless and silent in the pits all through the morning, stripped down to simple and brief breech clouts or thongs around their loins. They were only armed with bows, spears, tomahawks and scalping knives. Surprise would be their main weapon and getting in close to the white men, so they could take them off their horses and then defeat the unfit soft bellies in hand to hand fighting. They would take the men before they could use their guns. These female indians had also oiled their hard athletic bodies with buffalo fat to prevent the soldiers horses detecting their scent.   

The white men rode along the hillside with their thong clad male pawnee scout following the tracks purposely left behind by one of the female braves. The column of soldiers rode silently between the hidden pits in which the deadly indian women lay in wait. The soldiers did not expect an ambush in open country where they could see no obvious hiding places for Indians. The captain of the soldiers wanted to stay in the open because he knew that few white men could  survive hands to hand combat with strong fit indian female warriors. 

Suddenly the silence was broken by Crazy Ponies screaming war cry as she rose out of the ground, quickly followed by the other war painted female warriors, screaming and wooping. The sudden noise alarmed the soldiers horses and threw the army column into total confusion. Some of the female indian fighters came out of their pits with their bows drawn and after they loosed their arrows at close range, toppling many men off their mounts, then they continued the attack with tomahawks. The strong Sioux females leapt onto the backs of the soldiers horses and dragged the men to the ground and tomahawked them or cut the soldiers throats while they were still in their saddles, pushing them to the ground before attacking another white. The battle became a confused mass of brown muscular female bodies entwined with the blue uniformed soldiers. The whites who, although they outnumbered the indian girls, were quickly being overpowered and slaughtered in the had to hand combat with the strong more skillful Sioux she - braves.

None of the white men had escaped the deadly ambush and the hillside was littered with the naked bodies of the soldiers. Some of the men were kept alive, and these were also stripped and forced to follow behind the women who had mounted the soldiers horses. They were pulled along with ropes around their necks and with their hands tied behind there backs.

The Sioux she braves slowly rode off in the direction of the fort as darkness approached. With none of soldiers escaping, the men in the fort would be unaware of their comrades fate and unprepared for the night attack on their fort.

Crazy Pony finished off her white man by lifting him up vertically, putting his head between her thighs and then pile driving him. For the last act she kneeled down and scalped off his penis. 

The naked Sioux princess stood proudly surveying the destruction on the battlefield. The sweat ran down over her broad shoulders and down over her large firm breasts, dripping onto her small tight waist and flat rock hard belly. She tied on her brief buckskin thong, pulling the strap tight between big powerful legs and up deep between her hard powerful buttocks.

Her skillful female fighters had defeated the many whites even with the men having many guns and now her war party would soon be tasting the cum of the soldiers in the fort. Crazy Pony walked over to a dead soldier and pulled her tomahawk from his forehead and then sprinted to the nearest bare backed horse and leapt up onto the mount, displaying her incredible strength and stamina that remained even after this short but hard fight against many men. She then led her victorious braves towards the fort as darkness approached
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Attack on the Fort

The indian women dismounted from their ponies a mile from the fort and made the rest of the way on foot. The fort was surrounded by open ground and as the moon disappeared behind a cloud several of the  female warriors would sprint across the open ground to the shadows of the fort walls. Strong Pony would climb the fort wall first, carrying a long rope. The Indian girl would have to climb slowly and silently to achieve complete surprise.

As she neared the top of the stockade she heard two white men talking, he stealthy Indian looked carefully over the parapet and saw the two sentries silhouetted in the moonlight. She would have to attract their attention so they would look over the parapet, where she was hanging and she could attack them. Hanging on with one hand the powerful Indian woman made a bird call and drew her knife from her scalp belt. They stopped talking and she heard them moving towards her. As they were almost over her, she suddenly rose up over the parapet and stabbed the first soldier in the throat. Pulling herself quickly over the stockade she kicked out, knocking down the second man with a blow to the head. She was on top of the second man in a split second, rolling him onto his face and slitting his throat. With both of the sentries finished of she crouched in the darkness to see if any other sentries had heard the noise

With no movement in the fort she lowered the rope for the other Indians girls to climb the fort wall.

The small war party of twenty female hard bodied savages was now in the fort, full of sleeping white soldiers numbering sixty to seventy men. There would be other sentries to deal with before the Indian girls would be able to complete the slaughter.