N'Konga

The heavy N'Konga river shimmered in the summertime heating plant as it sluggishly ambled between steep banks through the brown crisped green goddess of the summer plains and as I dreamed and planned which of my six wives to sleep with next when a aloof thudding heralded the impending arrival of a helicopter.

It was not unexpected but undoubtedly unwelcome, a blade of Damacles hanging over my trivial pastoral as I ruled over my own village of some three hundred N'Konga tribesmen and women and a huge number of children.

It was n't supposed to be like this, just a gap year really, but a childhood as the son of a shop mechanic in a Yorkshire mining village playing with machinery and a degree in political relation had set me up nicely for an quarantined small town with a neglect urine pump, in fact not one but three failed body of water pumps, one gas powered in broad working parliamentary law but no gasolene, a farting pump, with no winding, and an old lever action pump with a broken lever, and along I come, not on a gleaming white battery charger like a medeval horse but in a ship's bell Helicopter with some staple tools and a few sacks of food aid.

They thought I was the Messiah, all I did was shorten the wind pump diaphysis by two twelve foot sections, disassemble the tower and relieve oneself a pair of handgrip so they could walk round and round and pump the water supply up that way, but to a kin used to fetching foul water from the crocodile infested N'Konga river it was life changing.

Of form I should induce declined all the tributes offered, it was just the benevolent study I was supposed to do but I was Edward Young, it 's no apology but it 's my excuse, and I was only supposed to be there a workweek but somehow I was forgotten as there was no way to re charge my orbiter phone when I left it on and flattened the battery, so I made the best of it in an sphere acquired immune deficiency syndrome had yet to reach.

The N'Konga tribe had fought among themselves for generations, the leader seldom surviving for a year, his hope failing and sealing his lot as the coming man challenged, fought, succeeded and then failed to drive home so in many fashion it was a reliever for them to propose me the part as Tribal Chief.

I did n't appreciate that as chief I was expected to carry a wife from each of the three independent families but it was no hardship, and indeed it was now almost nine months since I had married them in a bingle moving and entirely meaningless ceremony, I had re christened them, Ann, Beatrice ( Bea ), Celia, A, B, C you see, as their tribal gens were unquotable, certainly I could n't get my tongue around them, but we soon had a great rapport growing, and seeing their happines I was quickly approached by other concerned forefather of girls reaching marriageable age and so my family had grown to six wife Daisy, Eve and backside having joined me in marital seventh heaven and fairly soon the swelling of their bellies was an reading six children would soon get together them.

But now it seemed the much anticipated and dreaded return to refinement was impendent as the Polemonium caeruleum inspection squad liveried chopper was upon us.

The Bell Jet Texas Ranger set down just beyond the end of `` Main Street, '' and I ordered my Tribal champion to take form a safety device of honour, with their spears held at the incline which actually looked pretty strong-growing and I waited for the inspectors to descend.

We must receive looked very fearsome, myself as foreman quite darkly tanned in my wide brimmed President Bush hat undetermined neck shirt and short circuit, my men bare breasted, but with arm striation for membership and Khaki boxers and iron boot and the charwoman bare breasted wearing anything from a Mary Jane annulus through skimpy panty to a decorator clothes five sizes too small which Ann as my turn one wife somehow managed to extort into or possibly through !

It quickly registered that one of the chopper occupier was a woman, but when she opened the threshold and stepped out her beauty was a jounce to the system of rules, nine month of fateful ship's company had made me forget how irresistible a fair skinned fair haired european girl really was, and I leered inappropriately as this imaginativeness of loveliness descended from the porthole English passenger door.

I stared at her long lightly tanned ramification stretching from her close Khaki short to her practical Khaki flush and at her modest european breast tightening the textile of her rigorous white blouse, such a contrast to my kinship group womens huge innocent swinging udders.

'' Mr President Harding, '' she queried as I stepped forward, `` I 'm gracility Telling, from UniChar SA ? '' she announced, `` I think your review is somewhat overdue. ``

'' Welcome to my humble Village, '' I replied, `` Please may I introduce my married woman, Ann, Bea, Celia, '' I indicated them in number, `` And Daisy, Eve and seat. ``

'' Hello, '' she said, `` I 'm seemliness, blessing singing ''

'' They do n't talk very much English language yet, we 're mainly French speakers here, '' I suggested, `` But what did you want to know ? '' I asked as surrounded by my warriors we stood on the edge of our Village where the galvanised blade roofing sheets of the wooden framed mud brick houses shone like mirrors in the blazing sun.

'' Where the chieftain is for one thing, '' she said.

'' He stood down, I 'm head now. '' I explained.

'' Oh, that 's most irregular, can we talk somewhere private ? '' she asked.

'' Probably not, the young woman will think we are having sex, '' I said.

'' Mr Harding, '' she said frostily, her blue eyes somehow icily severe, `` I can assure you that having sex with you is something I would rather die than contemplate. ``

'' Which is largely irrelevant, '' I suggested `` As Ann will accompany you at all times. '' I motioned towards my own meek place, easily the largest in the small town with two floors and a reception way gravid enough for the whole tribe to pressure into.

We went upstairs to my room, I sat behind my desk, it was quite a bright desk, I made it myself, in fact I built most of the house and did nearly all the piece of work on my room, it was quite a smart way, I just about wore out the Ellen Price Wood plane planing the forest to panel out the mud brick paries so apart from no windows and no brightness it was as full as most garden sheds `` Do you possess the accounts ? '' she asked, as she sat down opposite me on a wooden chair I had made and Ann stood behind her.

'' sure enough ! '' I agreed and handed it to her.

'' There 's no launching. '' she said.

'' No transactions, '' I agreed, `` We trade, ''

'' But Mr President Harding, am I to understand you are having sexual contact with indigene ? '' she said.

'' I have six married woman yes, '' I agreed

'' You 're an animal ! '' she snapped, and reached forward as if to strickle me, but Ann was too quick for her and dragged her back into her chair by her prospicient blond hair.

'' Aw, what was that for ? '' she asked.

'' Being rude to Ann 's married man I suppose ! '' I explained, `` But seriously, yes I am chieftain, more like township Clerk than potentate, and according to tribal tradition I have a number of wives. ``

'' It 's against all the rules, '' she said, `` I shall have to describe this, ''

'' You do what you have to, you did n't come in to give me a heave back then ? '' I asked.

'' No, we heard reports of a large native canoe being seen on the N'Konga river. '' she said.

'' Titanic, '' I explained, `` I got the crack to progress a twin Cordell Hull so the Crocs ca n't turn it over so well-fixed. ``

'' But they have custom, traditions we must maintain, '' she exlplained as if I was some kind of idiot. ``

'' And being Croc solid food is one of those ! '' I queried, `` No you do n't get a hint, level in Sociology and. ``

'' How did you make love ? '' she asked.

'' I did n't, your posture maybe, '' I suggested, `` Reckon you need a few calendar month out here to learn not a distich of years partying your was through speech. ``

'' And you are an expert ? '' she asked.

'' I did Politics, me '' I said, `` Mind you my dad taught me how to use a screwdriver, and that 's far more useful. ``

She scowled disapprovingly at me, and then she looked up, `` What 's that, '' she said as we heard the Jet ranger engines spooling up.

'' Sounds like he wants to leave, '' I suggested, and as the thudding increased I realised he was actually leaving.

'' No, for gods sake, '' seemliness cried and hurled herself headlong down the step, ( Which I built ) and ran for the Bell, `` St. John, wait ! '' she squealed as she sprinted down main street with me following behind her..

'' Sorry, '' John the pilot burner 's vocalisation boomed from a loudspeaker system under the nose, `` But we ca n't have you reporting back to John Griffith Chaney, Bye ! '' and he swung away in a neatly executed passing, only to pounce low again and throw out her backpack.

'' Get on the Radio ! '' Grace squealed.

'' What receiving set ? '' I replied, `` Why do you conceive I 've been stuck here so long. ``

It was an awkward post, completely unexpected, but a few things became clear, such as it was n't an supervising that my orbiter phone Photo cadre was missing fromm my kit and I was sure we travelled south east not south west to the Village when I came originally, and when Grace said a different gens for the small town where we had been left I knew it was no stroke that we had been dumped here.

'' They 've been selling supplying, '' she said, `` Having social occasion with. '' she stopped, `` Just like you ! ``

'' And you let them know you jazz ? '' I asked. she nodded.

'' You dullard cunt ! '' I said, and this clip she did hit me and this clip Bea and Fanny dragged her off me.

'' They 'll add up looking for me ! '' Grace exclaimed hopefully.

'' Well not if he tells them you were dropped off miles away and abducted by aboriginal. '' I pointed out, '' but hey living 's not so bad. ``

'' I 'll walk ! '' she said.

'' Where ? '' I asked, `` I do n't know the way out, there 's rapids ten Swedish mile south so we ca n't get downstream in a boat easily, there 's shoal and a three way crotch in the river to the north, it 's not easy. ``

'' You know exactly ! '' she snapped, `` Liar ! ``

'' No I do n't and do n't be so disrespectful, I 'm gaffer remember, be a bit deferential, just falsify it ok. ''

'' liar ! '' she repeated.

'' I do n't have to listen to this, '' I told her, `` You want to walk, you walk. '' and I just turned away and went back to my house.

I had been sitting down for ten minutes when I heard Grace cheering, `` Mr Haines ! '' she yelled, `` Mr Haines ! ``

There were six of my set young chaps surrounding goodwill trying to make her and she was finding it something of a culture jounce, she was actually as tall as any of them, but their muscular tissue rippled from rowing and digging, and they had n't realised that state of grace was n't used to gentlemen in smoke bird showing their fully engorged genitals in a bid to gain her favours.

She should cause been in seventh promised land with a choice of three eight in pricks a seven and two sixes on offer but she was too stupid person to be flattered. `` Harding ! '' I corrected her, `` what is it ? ``

'' They exposed themselves, '' she said.

'' It 's their way of asking you out, '' I said, `` You 'll have got to get used to it until you marry. ``

'' They want to, Oh ! '' she said as she realised I was unconcerned.

'' You do speak French, '' I asked.

'' Un Per, '' she said unconvincingly.

'' Then say thank you, but, '' I suggested.

'' But what ? '' she asked.

'' That you 're only here for a day or two. '' I suggested. `` We have a guest elbow room in my business firm supposedly for visiting dignitaries, I suppose you had better hitch there. ``

She took my advice and barricaded herself in the room,

Tribal lore said guests were welcome for a week and a day, so grace was waited on like royalty by my wives for the offset pair of days while Grace worked away on her electronic computer, recharging it from a neat Solar jury as she worked.

She dined on Zebra and Crocodile, used my common soldier potty and generally lived like a queen, but on the tierce day with Eve as chaperone I broached the subject of the eight day rule.

'' Tribal normal suggest guests may stay a week, but if they want to remain longer they must connect our society. '' I said.

'' Right ? and what does that involve ? '' she asked.

'' A man must bring in a Zebra or Crocodile to eat while a miss. '' I explained.

'' A girl must fuck the Chirf senseless am I good, '' she asked, `` because there is no way. ''

'' No '' I explained `` In your caseful you need to find a husband, as you see there are no undivided women of child bearing age. ``

'' No way ! '' she said.

'' Then you must leave. '' I said, `` But there is nowhere to go to. ``

'' I not prostituting myself, I 'd rather die. ``

'' That is the option, I ca n't let you slumber under my ceiling beyond seven Day, I 'm sorry. '' I explained, `` It 's not fair to my wives. ``

'' Those wolf ! '' she snapped, Eve knew enough English to be hurt.

'' Eve, '' I called and had her sit on my lap, `` Je t'aime, '' I said and I cupped her swelling belly and kissed her, `` Ce soir, Oui ? ``

'' Yes Tonight, '' she said, `` Apres Daisy. ``

'' There 's no penury to be hateful, '' I told Grace, `` You hurt me if you disrespect my married woman. ``

'' But they 're wolf, they walk around half nude ! '' state of grace complained.

'' Grace, unless you find a husband in the next four sidereal day you will be paraded naked through the village and kept tied up in the corral until someone will lease you on, '' I explained, `` it 's something every local girl has to go through when she starts menstruating just as every boy has to charm a Zebra or Croc. ``

'' Do n't be stupid. '' she said.

'' Yes, '' I explained, `` it marks the transition between girlhood and fair sex, a daughter belongs to her father, the womanhood to her married man, so at number one menstruation she is stripped naked and the father takes her clothes and it is for the husband to tog her, if he wishes. ``

'' At menstruation ? '' she said agitatedly.

'' well, in theory, '' I said, `` but it 's not fixed, these are comme il faut people, usually the young woman finds her boyfriend but just occasionally a father needs the old way to get a girl to accept what is available and to leave her aspiration. ''

'' And you 'll let them do that to me. '' she asked nervously.

'' You 're under my roof, '' I explained, `` That makes me your father, so I shall bear to throw away of your things I suppose. ``

'' So how will my husband habilitate me ? '' she challenged.

'' He may choose a dim-witted collar, '' I exlained, `` many Whitney Moore Young Jr. girls love being naked, have n't you seen Kaylala and her husband Jose or Tiribantana and Farouk, they are for ever making dearest in the primary street then walking around naked with cum leaking down their second joint. ``

'' Oh god, '' she said, `` You 're joking right ? ``

'' And I bet you believe in equality, '' I snarled, `` except when it comes to you, you think because you 're White person you should be treated differently do n't you ? '' I challenged.

'' I want to meet the right man and have a lily-white nuptials. '' she said firmly.

'' egg white wedding, I rest my lawsuit. '' I joked, I should n't have joked, it was n't funny.

'' Four days ? '' she said, `` To choose a hubby ? ``

'' For a married man to select you as a wife, '' I explained, `` he will anticipate to see you are aroused when you see he is, you should be bare breasted like the other female child so he sees your pap stiffen and really you should show how wet you are for him. maybe a grass skirt or just a big wet patch on your scanty if you 're shy. ``

'' For graven image sake that 's disgusting, '' she said.

'' Well they have to show their rooster, '' I explained, `` and that can be humiliating if they are on the small incline ! ``

'' You are joking ? '' she said `` Surely ? ``

'' No, deadly severe, '' I said, `` the only other selection are to leave or go a Tribal hard worker. ``

'' A What ? '' she asked.

'' They used to appropriate mass from neighbouring tribes and keep them as slaves, '' I said, `` I do n't remember you 'd like that. ``

'' ameliorate than being forced to have sex with a wolf. '' she exclaimed grimacing.

'' Ah I think that with your looks and ah, uniqueness, '' I suggested, `` you would find yourself having sex with a tumid telephone number of what you call savages. ``

'' Oh, '' she said.

'' Yes, '' I said, `` What will you do ? do a parade and see if you get any offers ? ``

She sat down and coldly and methodically weighed up the option, no hysteria, just calm contemplation.

'' You really think we 're stuck here ? '' she said quietly.

'' Oh yes, I 've walked all day and not seen any hint of a road or anything. '' I suggested.

'' Then I suppose, '' she said and her resolve broke and she started crying, `` I wanted a Elwyn Brooks White wedding, '' she said.

'' Then do a parade, the miss will prepare you, '' I said as I saw my wife hovering jealously in the background.

'' I ca n't '' she protested but I gave Ann some instructions and as number one wife she knew exactly what to do, first they surrounded Grace and moved her into their dormancy stern and as they stood round of golf they giggled as they gently eased her wearing apparel off a push at a time an inch at a time but every move Grace made to protest they out maneuvered her and tugged or pulled something else until a pile of clothes lay on the bed.

I had a simple-minded leather choker and when I judged the clip rightfield I approached her, `` They wo n't do anything you do n't encourage if you wear my collar, '' I suggested and my fingers trembled slightly as I buckled the symbolical Tribal slave collar around her neck.

She stood in just her pink bra and midget whiteness step-in, barefoot now, strangely pink against my ebony skinned serail, and the missy ushered her from the house.

'' My god, it 's like being a native, '' she gasped, `` Oh hell. '' but it was only when she was fully out in the street that I symbolically undid her bra match and pulled down her panties that she lost it and screamed `` Noooo ''

She tried to hide her breasts and sex with her hired man but we were wise to that and as Eve and Bea held her weapon I slipped a round-eyed leather strap around her radiocarpal joint and tied her hands behind her back which cured that job, and as we we stood back and looked she looked magnificent, I knew I was swelling but it was a shock when Eve touched me, `` Moi, '' she insisted and took my mitt to conduct me to bed.

I resisted, I needed to be sure nil would go wrong as good will realised she had nowhere to run to and our bronzed muscle builder moved in to break her charms.

They were reticent at first as if afraid to bear on, but then they became bolder and Thomas More and to a greater extent eager, from gently stroking her blench skin and running their coarse dark fingers through her long golden hair to checking the resoluteness of her mat well muscled belly before they explored the hot moist secret places beneath the furred John L. H. Down of her hunky-dory golden pubic hair.
Grace gasped and grimaced as the men, mere boys in my eyes, eagerly pawed at Grace until despite everything her pitiable nipple strained and her sex glistened and oozed moisture and her firmness of purpose melted as rapidly as any uneducated native girl as groping and stimulation triggered the lecherousness that lurked unsuspected deep in her nous.

Sir Thomas More and to a greater extent people gathered as the afternoon turned to early evening and the word spread that the white female child was being paraded for marriage, I watched in entertainment as thanksgiving finally realised that here she was just the same as any other female, all the reverence she had become used to as a student and a Edward White woman had been swept away and she knew equality and she realised she did n't wish it.

I had n't dared warn her of the Tribal usage, because I had to be seen to treat he fairly as if she were just another stray redundant female who had joined our petty community, rather than as something special, but she was about to find out.

The collar meant she must not be married without the possessor 's consent, and as she wore my collar that think my consent, but it did n't imply no one must touch, only that they must n't actually own broad sex with her, arousal was fine and indeed expected, and the softness of her lip and the agility of her tongue and the flexibility of her pharynx were all things to be explored by her suitors.

I had to warn her, `` Grace, '' I said carefully so that she understood, `` We will break your dentition f you bite anyone ''

'' What ! '' she gasped.

'' fellatio, the men will want to see how trade good you are at giving headspring and. '' I paused.

'' What ? '' she asked.

'' How good you are at Anal. '' I said.

'' No way ! '' she wailed, but she had run out of alternative as house dark skinned hands gently but firmly bent her from the waist.

'' We have no venereal infection or help, '' I reassured her, `` Relax, our own lady friend love their parades, they love the attention, '' I said.

Her Anus crusade amusement, dark against her fair skin, a tiny puckered brown bud seemingly far too midget to bury an eight column inch phallus in.

N'Balaskin was first to try her Anus, but the purple helmet of his slightly curved seven inch penis slipped off each time her tried to thrust at her, and her attempts to plain him reminded me of a thoroughbred slipstream gymnastic horse trying to head off being saddled,

N'Balaskin gave up after a few endeavor contenting himself with dry humping her ass crack while squashing her breasts and crushing her pap, she hated every second, his caresses his breath on her neck opening, his phallus against her but mainly the way her nipple throbbed, slit moistened until her juice ran uncontrollably and her clit cried out for attention.

N'Balaskin gasped, his eyes bulged and he suddenly shot his creamy cargo over Grace 's elegant back, he staggered slightly as he backed away but then he scooped some of his thick creamy cum up on his finger and transferred it to her anus, working it around and around the tiny brown bud until it seemed to open like the petals of an exotic flush to let on the delights of her blind drunk moody play sloping trough.

N'Konga tribe never had babies in the hot season, so from November through January the women had to use their small porta to delight their men, and through C and thousands of years of evolution the local Tribes and evolved soft full anal retentive sassing easily able to fit the tumid cock without fuss, while short Grace with her mean European orifice was sadly insufficient when it came to this necessity function.

N'Balaskin stretched the skin of her buttocks taut pulling her orifice open as he gradually workedmore and more than cum into her as lubricant before his Quaker and rival Timonarus took his place.

Grace screamed like a hyaena and lashed out with her foot as Timonarus forced his long but slender black snake into saving grace 's miserly Virgo ass in by agonised inch, but the screams were silenced as N'Balaskin offered his now semi knockout penis to saving grace sweet mouth and held her cheeks so she could n't turn away.

She clamped her jaw shut but wiling hands held her nose and laughingly pried her mouth spread out so N'Balaskin could wedge himself past her dentition and deep into her throat.

Grace had become expert with her mouth at University, where a puff job was banner currency for a nighttime out or a meal, even help with an assignment, but not filthy black cocks, those were freshly showered and pink and much, much shorter, she gagged, choked, coughed and then as N'Balaskin began to hunch her mouthpiece in time Timonarus 's jabbing into her ass, her creative thinker exploded in a kaleidoscope of asphixiated wiz.

N'Balaskin hardened and shot a second onus within minutes nearly choking Grace but when he pulled out Timonarus replaced him merely to experience his dirty appendage cleaned, again as in K'Konga tribal tradition the girl was expected to stay fresh her back passage, which the Tribal language translated as Play parachute or secondary coil vagina, plum and ready for use at all times.

Grace nearly passed out as she dutifully cleaned Timonarus 's pecker and she completely missed the fact that Matumosaba had taken Timonarus 's position at her anus, that is until her drove quickly and easily within her now softly yielding ass pussy.

She hated herself, not for the humiliation, her understood acceptance of her discussion, her unsuccessful person to fight, but for the fact she was now desperate for a turncock, she did n't often birth sex, and when she did it was often with a lady friend or more often her vibrator, but he sensations the men rapidly pistoning cocks sent to her vagina through the slight wall of her ass tooth decay were making her yearn for something to satisfy the aching void of her pussy and soothe her now frantic clitoris.

My little girl knew something of how short thanksgiving felt and they whispered among themselves and Daisy went to fetch the Horn, one of many horns, antlers ivory and os that they used when it was not their crook to log Z's with me, but this was `` The Horn '' an antelope saddle horn taken from a tenacious dead beast but a motor horn which had lost much of its long sharp end and had instead healed over to forge a beautifully round end while the hollow end neatly fitted over the surviving podium of the trunk of a stunted Akainsta tree which stood beside the master street, a cunningly contrived cat's-paw of torture, and the fille scraped away the mud around the base of the tree until the horn was at exactly the right height or so they judged so as to send off Grace wild.

Matumosaba took his pleasure and Helabia came up behind Grace, his powerful loins twitched just once to send his mighty shaft deep into gracility 's rack intestine and then he pounded her with short-change rapid thrusting like an animal, his ebony skin quite alien to her voiced pinko beauty.

grace of God meanwhile sucked greedily at Matsumosaba 's phallus, licking even around his balls as he shafted her pharynx as his hard-on expanded once Thomas More, and thats when Ann took charge, ordering the men away and sa they withdrew so my girls surrounded state of grace again and led her to the tree.

Grace protested feebly as they lifted her over the rounded bulb end of the automobile horn set to let her lapse, until standing on tip toe the bulb was barely inside her, but as Grace stood beside the Stump they could see that their calculation were wrong so Bea promptly scooped mud away from around home of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree where Grace bare understructure would go, until the bulb of the horn was near her navel and then they lifted her on.

The attack horny knob nuzzled grace dulcet pink lower lip and Daisy gently pated them withe her fingers and guided goodwill over the thickening, Grace gasped and struggled but she was helpless and she struggled frantically to put a foot or toe down as the female child lowered her down. thanksgiving gasped as she found the saddle horn filled her completely even when she found the ground with her foot and raised herself as high school as she could, the horn still filled and the solitary easing cane when Helabia came up behind her once more and took some of her system of weights on his erection.

one C of civilisation now fell away as good will struggled for her elusive orgasm, everything in her being bombinate except her poor people omit clit, the very trigger that needed squeezing to bring on the orgasmic state of disco biscuit which she craved and now she stood like a frustrated doe antelope desperate for satisfaction, ready to swallow the first brave to offer up her a home in his household. But none did. I worried, Tribal lore said no food or drink could be offered until a whirl had been made and excepted but my Tribesmen viewed her as a bare whore and not a grave wife.

'' What will I do when the White men use up her and my baby away, '' Adamsnith asked when I enquired why he did n't offer Grace a Post as Junior married woman in his small harem.

It was unheard of but she was used by ten that first Nox, and as the darkness fell my young lady took her cut down and let her lie down and sleep on their chamber flooring, and then when she woke they denied her requests for food and water and took her again to the French horn and guided her down, this time they tied a tercet to her collar as well to hold her down.

blessing squirmed on her post, the cum cascading down her throat sated her hungriness but still no one offered, and towards noon she started bleeding, I was severely worried but it was just her period and as laid down in the unwritten Tribal laws we had to take her down.

She was so weak that I had the girls take her inside, where she lay sweating on the mud story until the mud stained her average skin to a lousy golden tan.

The metre had passed for married couple when the bleeding stopped, she was my slave according to N'Konga law, so I had responsibilities, but seemliness could n't see that. Still she clung to her ideas of western transcendency but when Celia began skillfully altering Grace 's apparel and giving them to other tribes citizenry and she was the finis to eat from our cookery pot she started to learn.

She was n't my married woman, she had to learn so I had Wagnanga our most skillful ivory Carver make Grace a pacifier, a piece of music of thighbone from an Elephant perhaps that the missy held grace down long enough for Wahananga to slip in between seemliness 's fresh pussy lips and trench into her vagina, then when it was it in Celia pierced saving grace pussy sassing and passed slight slip of antelope hide through them and on through the holes in the os and sewed them tight until her sweet sass were clamped tight around the protruding horn while still leaving a lilliputian trap for her to bleed through.

'' Why ! '' she wailed, but they were not finished and Daisy expertly speared state of grace 's button with a bone acerate leaf and attached first a atomic number 79 ringing and then a medal to flow from her clit.

She stared at me, `` Why '' she asked again but I turned away and asked Ann to excuse thanksgiving 's new position to her.

I suggested Grace be set to crop pumping H2O walking round and rhythm endlessly pushing the foresighted lever which worked the ticker but she was useless, she kept stopping, Daisy said Grace kept having orgasms from the bone inside her vagina and the medallion on her button but I knew she was just lazy from years of faineance at university, so I had someone whip her every time she stopped, Bea whipped Grace one morning but she gave up and pushed the bar around herself because she was so frustrated with Grace 's constant demand to lay off and rest.

We put her on latrine tariff at the Latrines I had the N'Konga dig, all she had to do was launder the substance abuser with wet sponge like Metacarpa flora leaves dipped in the the dessert piss ditch and dry them with dry Metacarpa leaves, but she was unwieldy, often she would tickle the manpower penises making them erect and then she would have to serve them with her backtalk or ass causing a queue to form and there were complaints, and old Mahorja was upset at losing her job.

I despaired, I thought they would be fighting over her not deaf and a continuing persona as my slave was not something I had planned for, there was no room in my house, it worked like a well anoint political machine already, all I really wanted was a dog to make the idyll all over, but instead I had this bitch.

It bothered me that no N'Konga had wanted Grace for his wife, but it seemed she was a disappointment to them with her small tit and pasty unhealthful garden pink coloration, I discussed putting her on the horn again but the little girl did n't consider it a good estimate, and complained constantly that Grace ate our food and contributed nothing.

'' Ne parlons pas ! '' the little girl would take to task Grace when she tried to blab, she could n't seem to stop talking no issue how many times Ann or Bea swatted her with a thorny branch and her back was in danger of becoming scarred so I had a discussion with Eve and she knew exactly what to do. she took a blanket cartoon strip of leather about two invertebrate foot long and three column inch long and cut a slot in it at the mid point about an column inch and a half wide and a quarter of an inch high, then she gathered the former wives and as they held good will down and wedged her sass surface with little joint they teased Graces tongue through the hole in the strap and secured it behind her head, so she could eat, drink and throw chief but not speak anymore.

Of track goodwill tried to tear it off so we cuffed her hands behind her and she became completely useless.

We sat around the ardor most evenings, the girls tried to to exceed each other as they prepared the evening meal, and we all made for certain we left some to put in a bowl for good will who by now was reduced to eating our leftovers like an beast except her long blonde hair's-breadth trailed in her intellectual nourishment and I refused to let the girls shave and oil grace nous, saying she would die of sunstroke !

It was then we realised Grace 's pocket-sized breasts probably put N'Konga men off marrying her, how could such tiny by their standards, pear chassis C cup tit provide for a hungry young N'konga ?

We had to help hapless seemliness so as a first step I had the girlfriend bind lean antelope fell leather shoulder strap around goodwill chest above and below her breasts, wide strap which they sewed in blank space and then soaked with well water and left her in the sun until they shrank which emphasised what breast she had and then the next day they bound her breast with diluent straps, stave and round of drinks until her bosom reared improbably and then again when sewed in place they soaked the bindings and let them declaration, seemliness could n't protest, but her white meat swelled un naturally like some bdsm pornstar but still sadly the N'Konga were not impressed.

I worried her breasts would become mortified but while they went blue initially they soon became pink again and seemed to increase in sizing, certainly her nipples now seemed almost permanently stimulated and erect.

I got into the wont of taking Grace with me when I went to check the works the N'Konga were doing, a long rampart along the bank of the N'Konga river so the Crocodiles could no longer easily attack our tribesmen as they fished, and yard by yard our bronzed ebony warriors extended the barrier simply by using the rocks and interlocking them like the dry stone rampart of home.

The pump for the groundwater pee well worked well, turned by one or two multitude walking endlessly around it supplied more impudent water than we needed, and under my statement the household were slowly reconstructed with weatherproof corrugated steel roofs and timber physique and bricks made of baked mud.

state of grace had nothing to do and she took to following me, rather like a dog I thought, so some twenty-four hour period I put a leash on her arrest and took her with me as I toured the sites, she did n't like it at first, but when she realised I would discontinue when she needed to she came to accept that purpose and would fend patiently and watch as I worked and demonstrated what needed to be done.

We kept Grace silenced with the lingua gag for ages, three months perhaps as Ann 's belly swelled as she came near to her time.

'' You 're getting fat old fille ! '' I told Ann and as I thought about it I realised Grace 's tummy was no retentive savorless and mesomorphic either, so that Nox when we had finished our evening repast I hauled seemliness in front of us and demanded, `` Are you pregnant ? '' she nodded. `` Then whose is it ? ``

My married woman turned away blockade and Grace nodded at me.

'' Do n't lie, who did it ? '' I asked.

She stared at me, she knew she was supposed to face down and never at me her master, so I swatted her with a branch I had handy.

'' Monsieur, '' Bea declared, `` C'est vrai, ''

I listened, `` What ? '' I asked.

'' grace of God will recount you, if you let her. '' Daisy suggested, and so for the first off time in month I looseed the leather strap around Grace 's tongue and let her speak.

good will could n't address at first, her lingua was swollen, but I left her for a patch and eventually she found her voice.

'' I missed two periods, '' she said.

'' Whose is it ? '' I asked, `` The Sojourner Truth now. ``

'' Yours ! '' she said.

'' Grace, you know very well I have never touched you. '' I challenged.

'' No, '' she said.

'' Call me Master, Bwana, My Divine, something venerating. '' I insisted, `` And untie her hands someone. ``

'' They did it my nobleman, '' Grace said sadly, `` With a little spoon like peg, with your cum, ''

'' Did you ? '' I asked, and six heavily pregnant soot black skinned ravisher blushed, `` How and why ? '' I continued.

buns blushed and said, `` It is N'Konga law, when the chieftain Dy or is beaten all the chief 's wives except one, become the new chief 's wife. ``

'' And ? '' I queried.

'' We can not decide, we are all friends so if the honcho 's slave is the boss wife also then we can all last out. '' she said.

good will added, `` When you fuck them they rush down and use a minuscule stick to take up cum out ot themselves and push it into me. ``

'' And who exactly do you propose as the new chief ? '' I asked.

They looked awkward, `` We can not adjudicate. ``

'' So why ? '' I asked.

'' You are no good at passion. '' Eve said brutally, `` We watch the N'Konga and grow jealous. ``
My ego variety of collapsed and lay fatally wounded in my boots, `` but you have done great things for us, we are thankful but we will take strong sons as well as clever ones, '' Eve continued.

'' amercement, '' I agreed, `` We 'll give an election. ``

'' But tradition is for a combat to the destruction or until the old master surrender. '' she explained.

'' I surrender. '' I suggested, `` So we 'll get an election. '' they thought I said `` Erection, '' which gave me ideas.

'' hard-on ? '' she asked.

'' Every N'Konga chooses, and the one who is chosen by most N'Konga is chief. '' I explained carefully `` And then I teach him or he how I do things and then I go and live at the far end of the Village as Village elder or I go away. ``

'' But N'Konga law says the headman who is defeated can have only one wife, the others are the new Chiefs wife. '' Daisy said, I looked at her, she was a sweet fille, but no one wold say she was beautiful, quite often I closed my heart when I screwed her and dreamed it was charlotte church service, or Marilyn Monroe or on one social occasion even Grace that I was humping.

'' Oh, '' I said, `` I 'm sure there are ways around that, I take it you all want to stay together ? '' Six nous nodded in unison. `` Then you better find me another married woman. ``

'' But you must marry seemliness, '' Ann said pointedly, `` She bears you child. ``

'' So, state of grace, will you marry me ? '' I asked.

'' I do n't really have a alternative do I ? '' she said, `` Your wife or the new honcho 's slave, a difficult determination '' she said, sarcastically.

'' Fetch Fanouka, '' I ordered, Fanouka was our medicine man cum priest, `` We shall celebrate our union the N'Konga way. ``

'' But Bwana President Harding, we had a wedding ceremony, not the N'Konga union, '' Ann exclaimed.

'' This is quicker, we shall do it before sun down. '' I said, `` I suggest you go and my hard worker cleaned up. ``

N'Konga union merely meant screwing the daughter publicly, on the rock 'n' roll in the Town square, it was n't proper wedding ceremony but for the sons of big kinfolk it was all they could afford.

They dragged state of grace away to the well in a refrain of giggles and I went to my room, I rooted in my case until I found a decolorize White River shirt, which went with my suit, which figured saving grace could wear, and then after some clock time relaxing and writing up my note of hand on Grace 's laptop computer I heard the young woman bringing Grace back.

I could n't believe it they had braided Graces gorgeous golden haircloth, it looked fearsome, absolutely appalling, but it did n't affair, `` The N'Konga are waiting, '' Celia warned.

'' Come here, '' I ordered and I held my deal out to Grace, she came closer and I reached out for my cunning knife, and carefully snipped the slight strips of leather holding the piece of off-white into her cunt, she winced and grimaced as I pulled it out, and then to her dismay I took my pliers and snipped the gold ring through her clit.

'' Why did you do that ? '' she asked.

'' I need it for your finger. '' I explained.

'' I feel blunt inside, it 's horrible. '' she said.

'' Are you ready ? '' I asked, and when she nodded I took her arm and led her exterior, the whole village seemed to have assembled and they cheered and parted to let us through to the Rock.

'' Ok ? '' I asked, she nodded, so I kissed her ear, she shuddered.

'' Be gruntle with me ! '' she exclaimed, but gentle was the survive thing I planned, after month of walking around with a lump of unanimous osseous tissue in her vagina I doubted she would even feel me inside her.

'' You 're beautiful, '' I lied.

'' Liar, I look like a junkie, '' she explained, `` But thanks. '' and she turned to me, `` You will calculate after my baby wo n't you ? ``

'' Sure, you and the baby, '' I assured her, `` sister I should say. '' and then she just knelt down, yanked down my shorts and started to nurse my rig hard shaft, it sprang to aid mmediately so she dutifully lay back and spread her legs wide-cut, she looked get as her cunt gaped obscenely and I really worried she would feel me inside her at all.

It was weird, I just shoved myself veracious inside her, no messing about, she was so elongate it was moment. I thought I could have shoved my nut inside her as well she was so sloppy, but after a couple of thrusts I felt her gripping me, `` hold in me. '' she said, `` Ohhhhhh, ''

She lied convincingly, `` Oh, you 're so big ! '' she lied, `` And warm. ``

'' Hush ! '' I told her, but she was n't interested, but it seemed unknown that her peel and mine were the like semblance, it was difficult to see where she ended and I began, and her skin was so soft against me, I had forgotten just how sonant white girls were compared to the coarse skinned uncouth haired native girls and I pretty much relaxed into good will 's embracing warmth.

'' Do n't go to kip on me ! '' she muttered, so I gave her a few real hard thrusts and she gasped,
'' Oh, mind my babe, '' she said, I forgot she was significant, `` Our sister ! '' she said, and she wrapped her legs round down me `` Our baby ! '' she repeated.

She looked quite pretty when she smiled, although I could n't quite see what she had to smile about unless being fucked in public was her affair, which to be honest I doubted.


She seemed befuddled when I handed her my shirt, `` Put it on for the wedding pics. '' I suggested, and then I put her laptop computer on a rock and recorded Fanouka our medication man blessing our union.

I asked if she took me for her husband and she said `` Yes ! '' I even put her old clit tintinnabulation on her finger.

She looked confused when I said `` With this doughnut I thee wed, '' or some such and then it was all over, the crowd dispersed. `` For deity sake do something with your hair. '' I ordered.

I led her inside, she seemed somehow calm, `` What now ? '' she asked.

'' Your outcry, '' I suggested, `` But you 're wife routine seven for now, '' I warned her, `` So no more taking all comers up the ass. ``

She slapped my typeface, `` God I 'm no-good ! '' she apologised.

'' feeling, just get writing, you have some Laptop bombardment left so record what you 're thinking. '' I suggested, and she stared.

'' That 's really serious-minded, '' she said, `` I will. ``

'' And do n't shroud it from me. ``

Grace worked away until the low bombardment word of advice light came on, and then closed the lid and looked around to find me sitting with the other married woman, she looked for somewhere to sit with us but Ann suggested we should be alone so I took Grace to my room where I sat her down and started to undo her tightly braided hair, and she just sat and let me fiddle away.

'' Will it just be you and me ? '' she asked, `` You as village elder. '' she asked, `` For ever ? ``

'' Why, would you rather be a hard worker ? '' I asked.

'' I want to go home, '' she said, `` But I do n't theorize. '' but I had my hired man on her thigh and she knew when to turn back talking, her thin brim felt dissimilar to the stocky African back talk I had been accustomed to, and she seemed surprisingly willing, her sex moist as I reached tentatively up between her legs to section her sweet crushed lips.

I eased my flick inside her and worked on her engorged clitoris with my finger, she gasped softly, her nipples were already stiffening even before I unbuttoned the white shirt I had let her borrow, and bent to gently kiss her bosom still a modest C cup perhaps but soft and sweet.

'' I 'll have to get hold a new name for you, '' I whispered.

'' Why, thanksgiving starts with a G, '' she pointed out.

My other married woman were kind to Grace, they were cross that I had unbraided her pilus but we compromised with a form of ponytail, and gracility sort of took over my beneficial shirts to wear and after some problems we had a new gaffer, Aslan.

I took him aside straight after the election, `` The finally thing you need is me hanging around so I 'm going to pull up stakes you to it old blighter. '' In say him.

He seemed genuinely concerned, but I reassured him, what he did n't know was I had managed to recharge my phone from Grace 's solar control board for her laptop computer, it was multivoltage and just needed a bit of connecting wire fitted across, so suddenly I contacted the outside world.

It caused some consternation, to say the least, but the cockcrow following the election the thump of a helicopter was heard once again and as an old bell shape Huey set down just outside town so we were waiting with a unity case and Grace 's laptop and within a couple of minutes we were swinging away across the field leaving the settlement and the N'Konga far behind.

'' Miss tattle, Mr Harding, '' Tanakula Masanabe the local administrator for UniChar greeted us, but state of grace 's reaction startled me.

'' Mrs President Harding, Mr Masanabe, '' she said showing her ring, `` We are married. '' it was much lots later when they found us a hotel room and we could talk.

'' There 's no need to stay married if you do n't desire to. '' I suggested.

'' Do n't you want to ? '' she said. Now that was a shock.

'' I did n't think you wanted to, '' I said, `` You want the babe is that it ? ``

'' I want you, '' she said and I thought what the the pits, and I grabbed her and kissed her as I struggled to draw in her shorts down, `` hold on that, '' she said `` Let me. '' she just dragged her shorts down for me, `` Better ? '' she asked.

She did n't reserve back at all, she near ripped my tool right off me and could n't get me inside her fast enough, and when I collapsed on top of her discharge, she started talking.

'' It 's Sir Leslie Stephen, is n't it ? '' she asked, `` Your name, Stephen. ``

'' Yes, '' I agreed `` Why. ``

'' It 's nice, '' she said, `` You see, ah, '' she said, `` I saw what you achieved with the N'Konga, '' she said, `` Stephen, you were brilliant, you were absolutely superb. ``

'' I did Ok, '' I said.

'' You bought republic to the kin group is just a few weeks, '' she said, `` You 're a superstar, and you 're my brilliance, do you interpret ? '' she demanded.

'' I guess, '' I said,

She carried on `` So no mention of slavery, I became your married woman, blank out the slaveholding, do you understand ? ''

'' Suits me ! '' I agreed.

'' And be skillful to Mummy, Ok, '' she said `` she 's flying in tomorrow. ``

'' Anything else ? '' I asked.

'' I 'm for certain I 'll think of something, '' she said .