Deadly Encounters #7

Wacochi is walking just ahead of me as we make for the cover of a nearby wooded area. I take in his vee shaped coppery red back and the way his muscles flex when transferring his weight as he walks. This is my enemy! He is Crow and I Cheyenne, yet he is helping me reach my own people. As I continue to admire his physique… >Thwuuump< What! No!… Wacochi comes to an abrupt halt, all his back muscles seem to spasm and he cries out, “Urrrggghhh!!” Then >Thooonk<  “Ayiieeee!!” as another arrow sends him spinning around for me to now see two arrows in his belly, one on each side of his navel. He falls to the ground on his back squirming and writhing in pain and I hit the ground next to him. He is still alive and his pain filled brown eyes look straight at me and, as he slowly reaches his hand out towards me, >Shwooomp< another arrow strikes him in his naked lower belly at a shallow angle into his guts as he just gasps dropping his arm and is still.

I look into the tree line to see who is attacking but >Thunk< another arrow lands in the ground at my side >Thunk< yet another but closer. I must run! I get up in a crouching stance and run, zigzagging, towards the tree line as >Whoosh< an arrow flies past my head just as I reach tree cover. But the enemy is nearby so I must be alert as I make through the trees. Suddenly I hear a noise from behind me and, unsheathing my knife, I spin around to be met by a knife wielding indian. But he is Cheyenne! I know him! I quickly say, “Red Knife, not Crow!” Then a muscled forearm from behind puts me in a choke hold and I cannot speak. The Cheyenne I recognise is White Wolf from my village but why hasn’t he recognised me? Can it be that Wacochi did too good a job of making me look like a Crow! White Wolf grasps my knife hand and pushes his naked chest, belly and loins against my right side with our nipples and manhoods rubbing together. He snarls into my face with his piercing dark eyes and says, “White Wolf know Red Knife not Crow.” “Chief send groups of warriors to look for Red Knife, it is good we found you first.” Then I feel the tip of his knife being held in my navel. He continues, “Red Knife always humiliate White Wolf in wrestling games, Red Knife always chief’s champion.” “White Wolf too late to stop young Crow buck out there from gutting you like deer but we kill him with arrows for what he did to you. This is what chief will hear and believe when we take both of your bodies back to village.” I struggle hard against the one holding me but as I do White Wolf removes his knife from inside my navel and... I hear >Shhhkt< as he thrusts his blade with force back into my navel… I feel a deep burning in my guts and hear myself cry out, “Urrrggghhh!!” White Wolf’s manhood grows against mine as it is bathed in my hot blood as he starts to cut the blade into my guts, “Aaarrrggghhh!!” I yell out as I buck against him, the fire in my guts spreading to my whole body. I then feel a hot weight sliding over my manhood and down my buckling legs as my vision blurs and I hear “Die Red Kni…

White Wolf and his loyal brother cut the entrails free from the gutted carcass of Red Knife, Cheyenne warrior. They haul his naked body over the back of a skewbald pony alongside that of his naked enemy, Wacochi of the Crow tribe and then ride off towards Red Knife’s village with a tale to tell.

  

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Deadly Encounters #6

I rise with the sun and see that Wacochi is still asleep so I kick him to muster him into action. I take my bow and quivered arrows to hunt us something to eat. I’m not having much luck and, after a while, decide to return. As I approach where I left Wacochi I see two naked Crow warriors, separated from each other, scouring the area around where we had made camp but there is no sign of Wacochi.

The low sun would be in their eyes so I make my way closer to the nearest warrior and kneel down to steady my aim as I target his belly. The arrow enters the brave’s navel with a >Thwuuump< as it tears into his taught abdominal muscle. The warrior lets out a muffled cry as he claws at his belly on either side of the arrow as he falls to his knees for a moment before falling backwards writhing and clutching at the arrow’s shaft. As he writhes he arches his back pushing his belly upwards before slumping back to the ground. As I crawl up to the arrowed warrior I can see he is still alive from the irregular trembling of the arrow’s shaft. As the brave sees me he weakly reaches for his sheathed knife at his waist. I then place my left hand over his mouth to muffle any cry as I grasp the arrow’s shaft with my right hand and forcibly agitate and push the arrow around in his guts until his whole body shudders and then becomes still. I tear the arrow from his belly, cutting back through the supple abdominal muscles that had closed around its shaft. Then… an arrow ricochets off the rocks right next to me; I’ve been spotted by the other warrior! There is no immediate cover for me so I grab the dead Crow and use his body as a shield, >Thwuuunk< as an arrow enters the dead warrior’s upper abdominals. Now I quickly notch an arrow to my bow and take aim… but wait! I see Wacochi approaching the Crow bowman in greeting but the bowman just points in my direction to show Wacochi where the enemy is. Then, as the bowman levels his bow at me, Wacochi grabs him from behind in a forearm lock on his neck and arches the warrior backwards over his own belly at the same time as he pulls the bowman’s own knife from its sheath. Then, before the warrior can react, Wacochi brings the knife around to the Crow’s stretched out abdomen and stabs inwards deep into the warrior’s lower belly and pulls the blade up through muscle and guts until it cuts into the Warrior’s navel, “Aaarrrggghhh!!” I see the Crow’s entrails start to hang from the gash in his belly before he slumps to the ground.

I make my way over to Wacochi and the dead warrior and can see in Wacochi’s face he is in dilemma over taking the life of a tribal brother. I reach out and place my hand on his shoulder and, as is his way, he just nods that he is okay. Knowing I can now fully trust Wacochi I hand him the dead bowman’s bow and quivered arrows and we continue our journey south.

Deadly Encounters #5

Having lost my loincloth in my last encounter I am as naked as some of the Crows. Apart from my hair and war paint I could pass as a Crow. So I undo my braided hair and try to alter my war paint as best I can to appear, at first sight, a Crow. 

As I continue my journey through Crow territory I can see the figure of a Crow lookout silhouetted against the skyline on a tree lined hill. I cannot risk him spotting me crossing open ground so I decide to take him out. I approach his position cautiously, crawling on my belly until I reach the cover of the trees and then work my way, tree to tree towards him. I am now very close and can see he is a young brave, maybe three summers younger than me. My sight lingers on his completely naked war painted body and I find myself admiring his lithe physique. His prominent painted cheekbones making him look savagely handsome.

Just as I stealthily pass between the trees he turns and sees me, yet he remains calm and even beckons me over to him. Realising he mistakes me for a Crow I exploit this opportunity but as soon as I am near I Suddenly rush forward at him, knocking him against a tree. I grab the lookout and I know that not only is this brave young, he is also inexperienced. Being this close the young brave can now see I am not Crow but Cheyenne and I see surprise turn to fear in his brown eyes.

I stop his hand from grasping his knife and push him up against the tree and use my body firmly against his to prevent him getting away. I hold the tip of my knife just inside his deep belly button which makes him squirm and try to flex his belly away from it. I can feel the warmth of his flexing greased body and his naked manhood against mine. Then he says, “Cheyenne not kill Wacochi, Wacochi let Cheyenne get away.” I know I should push my blade into his taught abdominals and guts as he is my enemy and would surely kill me if he could but I don’t know what prevents me from doing it. Then, as he squirms more against the tip of my blade, I feel his manhood respond to the intense stimulus in his belly and the danger of being vulnerable to the blade of his enemy. He pulls his war painted head back and makes a guttural groan and I find myself gently twisting the tip of my blade around inside his navel and letting it catch on the ridges within. He groans more as his squirming against me intensifies and I find myself also stimulated as our manhoods slide against each other. Then his whole body tenses and shudders against me as if I had stabbed him and I feel a hot flow on my belly but, not of his blood. My whole body now also spasms and we are both weakened and strangely feel less aggressive towards each other by this unexpected encounter. I grasp his knife and take it from its sheath as I say, “Wacochi help Red Knife be like Crow and Wacochi not die!” He just nods his head and says, “But Wacochi not kill Crow brothers.” I just nod my head back at him. Wacochi sets about smearing my war paint with his and rearranging my hair under my headband. He smiles at me and says, “Cheyenne is now Crow!” I then gather the war lance and bow and quivered arrows from my earlier encounters. I hand Wacochi’s knife back to him and watch as he sheathes it at his waist and I say, “Wacochi is no match for Red Knife, if you turn on me you die!” Wacochi nods and we head off to the south.

After a while we enter a pass through some hills and I can make out another Crow lookout above the pass. As he sees us approaching he descends towards us and raises his hand in greeting looking first at me and then, in recognition, at Wacochi. His eyes stay on Wacochi as he says, “Wacochi why are you away from your lookout area and who is this?” as he looks at me. Wacochi just stares at him, so he says again, “Who is this Wacochi?” with more urgency in his voice and his hand slowly going towards his knife. But before he can ask again I bring my war lance up and forward which he tries to side step but… >Shhhkt< my lance enters his naked belly just below his navel, “Eaaarrrggghhh!!” I rip the lance from his belly and thrust again directly into his navel, “Ayiiieeee!!” as he doubles up and blood runs down his exposed manhood. I push the lance hard into him and he staggers backwards and falls onto his back writhing on the end of the lance. I move the lance around in his guts and angle it down more into his lower belly and viscera as his whole body shudders and his teeth clench together. Out of the corner of my eye I see Wacochi reaching for his knife so I tear the lance from the Crow’s belly and spin around levelling the bloodied lance tip at Wacochi’s abdomen. Wacochi has his knife half way out of its sheath and freezes in that position, but what should I do? I say, “Wacochi want to die now?” he then slowly pushes his knife back into its sheath and shakes his head so I lower my lance.

As the sun is about to set I decide we should rest and continue the journey in the morning. I find a good spot amongst some boulders and after hunting and eating raw rabbit I look at Wacochi. He eyes me suspiciously when I produce some strips of leather hide but soon knows what I intend to do with them. I grab his hands and tie them behind his back, then I lay down with the lance at my side. I try to sleep but every time I open my eye I find Wacochi staring at me. Having had enough of this I throw a small stone at his head which he just avoids and place a larger rock near me for him to know that is next to be thrown should he continue staring. When I again look at him he is huddled and shivering and I too am cold from the night’s chill so, keeping his hands tied, we lay together keeping each other warm. But slowly I feel Wacochi push himself harder against me and I find myself untying his hands…

Deadly Encounters #4

My encounters so far have left my loincloth stained with Crow blood and gore so I am pleased when I come across a shallow flowing river. I remove my loincloth and soak it in the flowing water which feels so good I pull myself in lying down allowing the water to flow over my naked body. Up to now I have not rested much and find the coolness and sounds of the flowing water so restful that my senses become numbed.

Suddenly I sense danger and become aware of the presence of two Crow bucks approaching the river bank. They are both naked but for leather thongs from which hang their sheathed knives and each has a bow and quivered arrows across their backs. I try to keep low in the water but I realise there is no point as the two have clearly tracked me here and are waiting for me to make the first move so, casting my loincloth aside, I slowly rise from the water. I now stand upright with the water on my copper skin glistening in the afternoon sun with my knife hanging from my own thong waistband. We stare at each other and then the two slide their bows and quivers from their war painted naked forms and lay them on the ground.

I am outnumbered two to one as the two braves draw their knives at me. One decides he will be the first to draw the blood of his enemy and he rushes at me ahead of his tribal brother who is close behind. As they enter the water running they create cascades of white water with their bare feet, their manhoods rhythmically slapping from one thigh to the other. As they close in on me I unsheathe my knife and take up a crouching stance at the first buck. As he lunges his knife at my chest I am able to parry his attack by side stepping which causes him to get within my knife’s range. I then slash him across his lower abdominals as his momentum carries him past me and he falls forward clutching at the long gash in his belly. By now the other brave is making contact with me, grasping at my knife hand while bringing his own knife upwards towards my belly. The brave’s skin is coated with buffalo grease which, with my wetness, makes our bodies slide and squirm together as we struggle to overpower each other. I feel our firm manhoods locked in their own combat and know we both are stimulated by this visceral contact.

The Crow’s war painted snarling face is so close to mine I can smell his breath. As we knife wrestle our positions are constantly changing, his blade targeting my belly then my chest and vice versa. The young buck is strong but my stamina gradually helps to overpower him as the tip of my blade catches against the ridge of his outie navel. I see the the hate in his brown eyes change to fear and then pain as my knife, overcoming his resistance, slowly enters his belly. He cries out, “Eaaarrrggghhh!!” as his naked body shudders against mine and as he weakens my blade sinks deeper into his guts. His hot blood gushes from his belly onto mine to flow off my manhood and billow into the water. I pull my bloodied knife from his guts and… >Shhhkt< I force it back into his navel, “ Urrrggghhh!!” and pull the blade from side to side until he slumps off my knife and into the water.

The other buck is now trying to crawl to the river bank still clutching at his abdominal wound. I stand over him and place my left forearm around his throat and pull his head up and back causing his body to arch backwards out of the water. I then reach my knife under his belly and stab up into his lower abdominals near his manhood and tear my knife up and into his stretched out navel. The brave shudders making a guttural gasp as his intestines spill into the water.

I move a little up river to bathe myself in water untainted by the blood and gore of my attackers.

Deadly Encounters #3

I see a mounted Crow warrior on a coloured war pony; if I am to make it out of this Crow stronghold alive I need that horse. The mounted brave is too far away for me to jump him so I have no choice but to let him see me, his enemy, who he will try and kill on sight but I am surely no match for a mounted brave with a war lance.

I start to run within his line of sight towards a large rocky outcrop and I see him immediately react by spurring his war pony into a gallop straight towards me with his lance held at the ready to impale me. I manage to make it to the outcrop and start to climb up as he makes thrusting jabs at my naked torso. I just manage to avoid these thrusts with my agile body moving from side to side until he can no longer reach me with the tip of the lance. I then turn my body around to face the annoyed Crow brave, provocatively exposing my naked belly towards his ineffective lance. I pull my knife at him in the unlikely hope he will take up my Mano a Mano challenge which just seems to anger him more, his agitation being picked up by his horse which starts to toss its head from side to side. In desperation I pull my loincloth aside and, grasping my manhood, start to make water in his direction. He spits at me and reaches for his tomahawk but then suddenly brings his lance up in a throwing stance instead which is just what I wanted him to do. 

I am dead unless I time this right, so I keep as still as my nerves will allow and …. Whoosh … his lance is released at me and my coiled reaction triggers to just avoid it from penetrating my chest. I also manage to catch it before it clatters back down the rocks for him to recover and I quickly grasp it and align it ready to throw at the brave who is now turning his pony away to avoid being run through with his own lance. But the agitated animal is not as responsive as the Crow needs and, as the pony turns him back towards me, I throw the lance... Whoosh … From my elevated position the lance penetrates the brave’s naked war painted left side abdominals in a downward direction, “Aaarrrggghhh!!” he cries as the frightened pony rears up throwing its rider to the ground. I desperately try to calm the animal as I rapidly descend the outcrop but it is too late as the war pony I so desperately needed makes off at a gallop. 

The Crow brave is lying on his back squirming with the lance still deep in his side. On my approach he draws his knife at me but I easily avoid his slashing action as I grasp the lance’s shaft and viciously tear it from his body, “Urrrggghhh!!” The brave’s teeth are clenched with the pain of his injury as the war paint on his belly is being obscured by the blood pulsing from his wound. I look straight into his pained brown eyes and say, “You lost me my ride back to my people, now you die Crow!” With both hands I bring the point of his own lance down into his navel >Shhhkt< “Eaaarrrggghhh!!” He again squirms and thrashes like a speared fish as I move the shaft around into his viscera. Then, with an arching of his back and a shudder, his body goes limp and I recover the lance now coated in his blood and gore which I wipe off onto his loincloth.

Deadly Encounters #2

Making my way on foot through Crow territory I hear some Crow chatter nearby so drop to the ground. As I crawl on my naked belly in a ditch like a snake towards the voices I peer up to see two Crow on foot separating from each other. The one being very close to me is making water against a tree and has his back to me. As the other Crow brave has now gone out of sight I creep up behind the unsuspecting young warrior with my knife drawn and ready to muffle his yells. But just as I have my knife ready to back stab him he spins around with his knife half drawn so I quickly lung my knife towards his well defined abdominals.

The point of my knife enters the brave’s naked belly just above his navel with a Shhhkt sound as the blade stabs into flexed muscle and he yells out “Ayiiieee!!” As I prevent him from drawing his knife I commence to slide the blade down through his navel and towards his waist band, “Aaarrrggghhh!!” he squeals. The indian is now writhing and shuddering as I slice his belly open and I can feel the hot blood from the warrior, at first trickle, then flow onto my belly and loincloth. As I push the Knife’s blade through the resistance of his lower abdominal muscles I feel the weight of some loops of hot gut that are starting to ooze from his belly onto mine. The partly eviscerated brave then collapses down at my feet. Being unable to have silenced the Crow brave I am aware that the other, hearing his cries, is rapidly approaching.

I quickly cut off some loops of protruding gut from the brave’s belly and lay them on my own belly so that he will think we had gutted each other. So I lay very still awaiting his approach until he appears over me with his knife drawn. As he grabs at my braided hair ready to scalp me his naked and tensed belly is exposed to my knife which I still have a grasp on. >Shhhkt< my blade enters his stretched outie belly button as my other hand grabs his knife hand. “Urrrggghhh!!” he cries out with a look of pain and surprise on his young face. >Shhhkt< >Shhhkt< as I stab again and again up into his bleeding belly before he collapses over onto his back, his blood oozing abdominals flexing and squirming, until he becomes still. On hearing more Crow voices approaching I very quickly hightail it from the area. 

Deadly Encounters #1

As I make my way along the base of a ridge to avoid being seen a naked bronzed and war painted Crow, knife in hand, launches himself at me. I barely have time to draw my own knife before the well toned physique of the young brave knocks me to the ground with the momentum of his leap. In the process my own knife is knocked from my hand to fall into the grass as I land on my back with the snarling war painted face of the brave glaring down at me. His knife hovers over my abdominals but I counter its descent with my left hand as our other hands are locked in a wrestling grip. His dominant position gives him the advantage and the anticipation of knifing his enemy in the guts seems to excite him as his exposed manhood begins to respond. 

Looking at his naked stance on top of me makes him look more animal than human with his muscular abdominals curving down towards his semi rigid cock hanging down over me glistening in pre-cum. He suddenly pushes my right hand down and away so as to use both of his hands to force his knife into my belly. But, in so doing, my right hand suddenly finds my knife in the grass which I quickly use to stab up >Shhhkt< directly into his navel as he yelps, “Eaaarrrggghhh!!” As I twist the blade deeper into his viscera his cock shakes as his body shudders flicking strings of pre-cum from side to side. His hot blood draining over my knife hand and onto my belly, running down under my loincloth and bathing my manhood in its warmth. His body then collapses down onto mine, belly to belly, shuddering and pulsing hot blood from his navel wound directly into my navel. He then becomes still and I roll his naked dead weight from me, now fully taking in the powerful physique of this young brave.