Bad Choice

Lisa reached for her pistol. She was fast, faster than most men, but she couldn't match the speed of the Apache brave to right. As her pistol cleared its holster, his powerful hand wrapped around her wrist. He twisted his hand; the pain was intense. Rather than suffer a broken wrist, Lisa let the gun drop to the sand.

Cruel laughter and rough hands followed her attempt. In a few quick minutes she stood totally naked surrounded by six Apache. She knew what was coming.

A fist came from nowhere, Lisa dropped to the ground. Brutal hand twisted and turned her body so that she was held tight on her hands and knees; she was trapped like a beast.

She couldn't see the Apache behind her, but she felt his rough hand spread her ass, exposing her to whatever torment they chose to inflict on her. She felt the hard, hot flesh press against her pussy lips. Her **** thrust forward; his cock speared into her pussy. She was dry and tight; the cock filling her belly hurt as the Apache began a series of short, hard thrusts. He grunted. Lisa felt his hot seed fill her pussy. The first Apache got up from her back; a second one quickly replace him.

As the Indians moved about, jockeying for position around the new, blond captive, Lisa could see the other six captive women. Each one was tied to a separate post driven into the sandy ground. Each one was spread wide and naked.

As the third Apache rammed his cock into Lisa's pussy, she realized that the pain was subsiding; two load of cum had lubricated her pussy some. But her mind was racing; were they going to cut the throats of the women or did the Apache have something else in mind.