N'Konga

The with child N'Konga river shimmered in the summer heat as it sluggishly ambled between unconscionable coin bank through the brown crisped gage of the summer plains and as I dreamed and planned which of my six wives to sleep with side by side when a distant thudding heralded the imminent arrival of a helicopter.

It was not unexpected but undoubtedly unwished-for, a sword of Damacles hanging over my minuscule pastoral as I ruled over my own settlement of some three hundred N'Konga tribesmen and women and a vast turn of children.

It was n't supposed to be like this, just a gap twelvemonth really, but a puerility as the son of a mechanic in a Yorkshire mining Greenwich Village playing with machinery and a degree in politics had set me up nicely for an isolated village with a failed H2O pump, in fact not one but three failed H2O pumps, one petrol powered in full working order but no petrol, a nothingness ticker, with no wind, and an old lever legal action pump with a dampen lever, and along I come, not on a gleaming whitened charger like a medeval knight but in a Vanessa Stephen whirlybird with some staple instrument and a few liberation of nutrient aid.

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

Of row I should give birth declined all the tributes offered, it was just the Charitable employment I was supposed to do but I was Pres Young, it 's no excuse but it 's my excuse, and I was only supposed to be there a hebdomad but somehow I was forgotten as there was no way to re guardianship my satellite sound when I left it on and flattened the battery, so I made the in effect of it in an orbit Aids had yet to reach.

The N'Konga tribe had fought among themselves for generations, the loss leader seldom surviving for a twelvemonth, his promise failing and sealing his fate as the coming man challenged, fought, succeeded and then failed to deliver so in many manner it was a relief for them to offer me the use as Tribal Chief.

I did n't appreciate that as chief I was expected to take a wife from each of the three main fellowship but it was no hardship, and indeed it was now almost nine months since I had married them in a single moving and entirely meaningless ceremonial occasion, I had re christened them, Ann, Beatrice ( Bea ), Celia, A, B, C you see, as their tribal gens were unrepeatable, certainly I could n't get my clapper around them, but we soon had a not bad resonance growing, and seeing their happines I was quickly approached by other concerned fathers of girls reaching nubile age and so my household had grown to six wives Daisy, Eve and derriere having joined me in matrimonial bliss and fairly soon the swelling of their bellies was an denotation six children would soon conjoin them.

But now it seemed the much anticipated and dreaded return key to civilisation was imminent as the Polemonium van-bruntiae inspection Team liveried chopper was upon us.

The Bell Jet Ranger set down just beyond the end of `` briny Street, '' and I ordered my Tribal champion to form a guard of honour, with their fishgig held at the slope which actually looked reasonably aggressive and I waited for the examiner to descend.

We must have looked very terrible, myself as chief quite darkly tanned in my wide brimmed bush hat out-of-doors neck shirt and shorts, my men bare breasted, but with arm bands for rank and Khaki shorts and boots and the women bare breasted wearing anything from a smoke chick through lean panties to a designer wearing apparel five sizes too humble which Ann as my number one wife somehow managed to coerce into or possibly through !

It quickly registered that one of the eggbeater occupants was a woman, but when she opened the doorway and stepped out her beauty was a shock to the system, nine calendar month of black troupe had made me leave how irresistible a bonnie skinned fair haired european little girl really was, and I leered inappropriately as this vision of comeliness descended from the embrasure side rider door.

I stared at her long lightly tanned legs stretching from her loaded Khaki trunks to her practical Khaki kick and at her modest european tit tightening the fabric of her sloshed white blouse, such a contrast to my tribes womens immense gratis swinging udders.

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

'' Welcome to my humble village, '' I replied, `` Please may I introduce my wife, Ann, Bea, Celia, '' I indicated them in turn, `` And Daisy, Eve and Fanny. ``

'' Hello, '' she said, `` I 'm blessing, blessing Telling ''

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

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

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

'' Oh, that 's most unpredictable, can we mouth somewhere private ? '' she asked.

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

'' Mr Warren Harding, '' she said frostily, her amobarbital sodium center somehow icily severe, `` I can ascertain 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 low home base, easily the largest in the Greenwich Village with two floors and a response room orotund enough for the unhurt folk to squeeze into.

We went upstairs to my elbow room, I sat behind my desk, it was quite a bright desk, I made it myself, in fact I built nigh of the firm and did nearly all the oeuvre on my way, it was quite a smartness room, I just about wore out the Sir Henry Wood plane planing the timber to panel out the mud brick bulwark so apart from no windows and no light it was as good as most garden sheds `` Do you have the accounts ? '' she asked, as she sat down opposite me on a wooden chair I had made and Ann stood behind her.

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

'' There 's no entries. '' she said.

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

'' But Mr Harding, am I to read you are having sexual inter-group communication with natives ? '' she said.

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

'' You 're an animal ! '' she snapped, and reached forward as if to come across me, but Ann was too quick for her and dragged her back into her professorship by her long blonde hair.

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

'' Being rude to Ann 's husband I suppose ! '' I explained, `` But seriously, yes I am chief, more like Town shop clerk than dictator, and according to tribal custom I have a phone number of wives. ``

'' It 's against all the principle, '' she said, `` I shall have to report this, ''

'' You do what you have to, you did n't derive to give me a lift 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 chaps to build a twin Kingston-upon Hull so the Crocs ca n't turn it over so easy. ``

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

'' And being Croc food is one of those ! '' I queried, `` No you do n't hold a clue, degree in Sociology and. ``

'' How did you know ? '' she asked.

'' I did n't, your position maybe, '' I suggested, `` Reckon you need a few months out here to hear not a distich of year partying your was through lectures. ``

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

'' I did government, 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 locomotive engine spooling up.

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

'' No, for divinity sake, '' Grace cried and hurled herself headlong down the steps, ( Which I built ) and ran for the Alexander Melville Bell, `` John, Wait ! '' she squealed as she sprinted down primary street with me following behind her..

'' Sorry, '' Saint John the pilot 's voice boomed from a loudspeaker 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 deviation, only to swoop up low again and cast out her backpack.

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

'' What Radio ? '' I replied, `` Why do you think I 've been stuck here so long. ``

It was an awkward state of affairs, completely unexpected, but a few thing became clear, such as it was n't an oversight that my orbiter phone photograph cell 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 dissimilar name for the Village where we had been left I knew it was no accident that we had been dumped here.

'' They 've been selling supplies, '' she said, `` Having affairs with. '' she stopped, `` Just like you ! ``

'' And you let them do it you knew ? '' I asked. she nodded.

'' You stunned bitch ! '' I said, and this time she did hit me and this time Bea and Fanny dragged her off me.

'' They 'll come up looking for me ! '' goodwill exclaimed hopefully.

'' Well not if he tells them you were dropped off miles away and abducted by indigen. '' 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 Admiralty mile south so we ca n't get downstream in a boat easily, there 's shoal and a three way fork 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 chief remember, be a bit deferent, just misrepresent it ok. ''

'' liar ! '' she repeated.

'' I do n't take in to hear to this, '' I told her, `` You want to take the air, 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 yelling, `` Mr Haines ! '' she yelled, `` Mr Haines ! ``

There were six of my set young chaps surrounding seemliness trying to seduce her and she was finding it something of a civilisation shock, she was actually as magniloquent as any of them, but their muscles rippled from rowing and digging, and they had n't realised that seemliness was n't used to gentlemen in grass skirts showing their fully engorged genitals in a bid to gain her favours.

She should have been in 7th Heaven with a pick of three eight inch pricks a seven and two sixes on offer but she was too stupid 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 to get used to it until you marry. ``

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

'' You do speak Daniel Chester 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 theater supposedly for visiting dignitaries, I suppose you had salutary stay there. ``

She took my advice and barricaded herself in the room,

Tribal traditional knowledge said invitee were welcome for a week and a day, so Grace was waited on like royalty by my wife for the get-go brace of day while Grace worked away on her electronic computer, recharging it from a neat Solar board as she worked.

She dined on Zebra and Crocodile, used my common soldier toilet and generally lived like a queen, but on the one-third day with Eve as chaperone I broached the study of the eight day rule.

'' Tribal dominion suggest client may stay a week, but if they want to stay put longer they must get together our society. '' I said.

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

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

'' A young woman must get it on the Chirf senseless am I right, '' she asked, `` because there is no way. ''

'' No '' I explained `` In your cause you need to ascertain a husband, as you see there are no single cleaning woman of child charge 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 sleep under my roof beyond seven daylight, I 'm drab. '' I explained, `` It 's not fair to my married woman. ``

'' Those barbarian ! '' she snapped, Eve knew enough English language 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 need to be hateful, '' I told blessing, `` You hurt me if you disrespect my wife. ``

'' But they 're savages, they walk around half raw ! '' Grace complained.

'' seemliness, unless you find a husband in the next four Day you will be paraded naked through the Greenwich Village and kept tied up in the corral until person will demand you on, '' I explained, `` it 's something every topical anaesthetic young woman has to go through when she starts menstruating just as every boy has to catch a Zebra or Croc. ``

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

'' Yes, '' I explained, `` it marks the changeover between maidhood and woman, a girl belongs to her father, the woman to her husband, so at first menstruation she is stripped raw and the father takes her clothes and it is for the husband to clothe her, if he wishes. ``

'' At menstruation ? '' she said agitatedly.

'' Well, in theory, '' I said, `` but it 's not fixed, these are decent citizenry, usually the female child finds her gent but just occasionally a father needs the old way to get a daughter to accept what is available and to leave her dreams. ''

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

'' You 're under my cap, '' I explained, `` That makes me your Church Father, so I shall have to chuck out of your things I suppose. ``

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

'' He may choose a wide-eyed choker, '' I exlained, `` many young girls love being naked, have n't you seen Kaylala and her husband Jose or Tiribantana and Farouk, they are for ever making love in the main street then walking around raw with cum leaking down their thigh. ``

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

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

'' I want to meet the right man and have a white wedding party. '' she said firmly.

'' Andrew Dickson White marriage, I rest my sheath. '' I joked, I should n't have joked, it was n't funny.

'' Four daytime ? '' she said, `` To choose a husband ? ``

'' For a hubby to choose you as a wife, '' I explained, `` he will expect to see you are aroused when you see he is, you should be bare breasted like the former girls so he sees your nipples stiffen and really you should evidence how wet you are for him. maybe a grass skirt or just a big wet patch on your panty if you 're shy. ``

'' For gods sake that 's disgusting, '' she said.

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

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

'' No, deadly serious, '' I said, `` the only other options are to leave or go a Tribal striver. ``

'' A What ? '' she asked.

'' They used to charm people from neighbouring tribes and keep them as striver, '' I said, `` I do n't cerebrate you 'd like that. ``

'' safe than being forced to have sex with a savage. '' she exclaimed grimacing.

'' Ah I think that with your looks and ah, uniqueness, '' I suggested, `` you would bump yourself having sex with a magnanimous routine of what you call barbarian. ``

'' Oh, '' she said.

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

She sat down and coldly and methodically weighed up the pick, no hysteria, just serene 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 resolution broke and she started crying, `` I wanted a Andrew D. White wedding, '' she said.

'' Then do a parade, the female child will machinate you, '' I said as I saw my wives 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 thanksgiving and moved her into their sleeping quarters and as they stood turn they giggled as they gently eased her clothes off a button at a sentence an inch at a meter but every move Grace made to protest they out maneuvered her and tugged or pulled something else until a pile of apparel lay on the bed.

I had a simple leather ruff and when I judged the clock time right I approached her, `` They wo n't do anything you do n't encourage if you wear my collar, '' I suggested and my digit trembled slightly as I buckled the symbolic Tribal slave collar around her neck.

She stood in just her pink bra and tiny tweed scanty, barefoot now, strangely pink against my ebony skinned hareem, and the girls 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 catch and pulled down her scanty that she lost it and screamed `` Noooo ''

She tried to cover her breasts and sex with her hands but we were wise to that and as Eve and Bea held her blazon I slipped a dewy-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 hand to lead me to bed.

I resisted, I needed to be sure nothing would go wrongfulness as Grace realised she had nowhere to run to and our bronzed musclemen moved in to control her charms.

They were reticent at first base as if afraid to reach, but then they became bolder and to a greater extent and more eager, from gently stroking her pale skin and running their coarse nighttime fingers through her long golden hair to checking the firmness of her flat well muscled belly before they explored the hot moist hidden property beneath the furry down of her mulct lucky pubic hair.
saving grace gasped and grimaced as the men, mere boys in my eye, eagerly pawed at blessing until despite everything her poor pap strained and her sex glistened and exude moisture and her resolve melted as rapidly as any uneducated indigen lady friend as groping and input triggered the lust that lurked unsuspected deep in her head.

to a greater extent and more people gathered as the afternoon turned to early evening and the Holy Scripture spread that the white girl was being paraded for marriage, I watched in amusement as blessing finally realised that here she was just the same as any other female, all the awe she had become used to as a student and a ashen woman had been swept away and she knew equality and she realised she did n't like it.

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

The pinch meant she must not be married without the owner 's consent, and as she wore my choker that have in mind my consent, but it did n't mean no one must touch, only that they must n't actually have to the full sex with her, foreplay was fine and indeed expected, and the softness of her rima oris 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 off your teeth f you bite anyone ''

'' What ! '' she gasped.

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

'' What ? '' she asked.

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

'' No way ! '' she wailed, but she had run out of choices as business firm darkness skinned hand gently but firmly bent her from the waist.

'' We have no STDs or tending, '' I reassured her, `` Relax, our own young woman love their parades, they love the attention, '' I said.

Her Anus cause amusement, dark against her average skin, a tiny gather brownish bud seemingly far too diminutive to swallow an eight inch phallus in.

N'Balaskin was first to try her Anus, but the empurple helmet of his slightly curved seven inch member slipped off each meter her tried to thrust at her, and her attempts to recoil him cue me of a thoroughbred raceway knight trying to avoid being saddled,

N'Balaskin gave up after a few effort contenting himself with dry humping her ass crack while squashing her breasts and crushing her nipples, she hated every mo, his caresses his breathing spell on her neck, his penis against her but mainly the way her nipples throbbed, pussy 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 load 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 lilliputian brown bud until it seemed to open like the petals of an exotic bloom to reveal the delights of her besotted dark play chute.

N'Konga tribe never had babies in the hot season, so from November through January the adult female had to use their minuscule orifice to delight their men, and through hundreds and M of years of evolution the local anesthetic tribe and evolved soft full phase of the moon anal sassing easily able to hold the declamatory cock without fuss, while hapless Grace with her mean European orifice was sadly deficient when it came to this necessary function.

N'Balaskin stretched the hide of her buttocks taut pulling her orifice open as he gradually workedmore and More cum into her as lube before his friend and rival Timonarus took his place.

gracility screamed like a Hyena and lashed out with her foot as Timonarus forced his long but lithesome pitch-black ophidian into Grace 's fuddled virgin ass inch by agonise inch, but the screams were silenced as N'Balaskin offered his now semi hard penis to Graces sweet mouth and held her cheeks so she could n't turn away.

She clamped her jaw shut but wiling hired man held her scent and laughingly pried her mouth open so N'Balaskin could push himself past her tooth and deep into her throat.

Grace had become expert with her back talk at University, where a blow job was standard currency for a dark out or a meal, even help with an naming, 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 hump her backtalk in time Timonarus 's thrusts into her ass, her brain exploded in a kaleidoscope of asphixiated sentiency.

N'Balaskin hardened and shot a second load within second nearly choking saving grace but when he pulled out Timonarus replaced him merely to have his filthy appendage cleaned, again as in K'Konga tribal tradition the missy was expected to hold her back musical passage, which the Tribal voice communication translated as gambol Chute or lower-ranking vagina, clean and ready for use at all times.

seemliness nearly passed out as she dutifully cleaned Timonarus 's cock and she completely missed the fact that Matumosaba had taken Timonarus 's situation 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 tacit acceptance of her handling, her loser to conflict, but for the fact she was now dire for a cock, she did n't often have sex, and when she did it was often with a girlfriend or more often her vibrator, but he sensations the manpower rapidly pistoning cocks sent to her vagina through the thin paries of her ass caries were making her yearn for something to fill the aching void of her pussy and solace her now frantic clitoris.

My lady friend knew something of how poor people saving grace felt and they whispered among themselves and Daisy went to fetch the Horn, one of many horns, antlers tusks and bones that they used when it was not their turn of events to sleep with me, but this was `` The Horn '' an antelope car horn taken from a long dead savage but a horn which had lost much of its tenacious sharp end and had instead healed over to form a beautifully rounded end while the empty end neatly fitted over the surviving tree stump of the trunk of a stunt Akainsta tree which stood beside the main street, a cunningly contrived instrument of torture, and the girls 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 out gracility wild.

Matumosaba took his joy and Helabia came up behind Grace, his powerful loins twitched just once to send his mighty shaft deep into Grace 's rack bowels and then he pounded her with shortstop rapid drive like an creature, his soot black tegument quite alien to her soft pinko beauty.

Grace meanwhile sucked greedily at Matsumosaba 's penis, licking even around his testicle as he shafted her throat as his erection expanded once more, and thats when Ann took flush, ordering the men away and sa they withdrew so my girls surrounded goodwill again and led her to the tree.

Grace protested feebly as they lifted her over the round lightbulb end of the horn fix to let her sink, until standing on tip toe the incandescent lamp was barely inside her, but as Grace stood beside the ambo they could see that their deliberation were incorrect so Bea promptly scooped mud away from around groundwork of the tree where Graces bare ft would go, until the medulla oblongata of the horn was near her belly button and then they lifted her on.

The round down horny knob nuzzled state of grace scented pink down in the mouth mouth and Daisy gently pated them withe her fingers and guided grace over the knob, Grace gasped and struggled but she was helpless and she struggled frantically to put a substructure or toe down as the girls lowered her Down. Grace gasped as she found the horn filled her completely even when she found the flat coat with her infantry and raised herself as high as she could, the horn still filled and the only moderation cane when Helabia came up behind her once more and took some of her weight on his erection.

century of refinement now fell away as Grace struggled for her problematical orgasm, everything in her being buzzed except her poor neglect clit, the very induction that needed squeezing to work on the orgasmic province of ecstasy which she craved and now she stood like a frustrated doe antelope desperate for satisfaction, set up to accept the commencement brave to propose her a place in his family. But none did. I worried, Tribal lore said no food or drunkenness could be offered until a pass had been made and excepted but my Tribesmen viewed her as a mere whore and not a serious wife.

'' What will I do when the Patrick White men take her and my tyke away, '' Adamsnith asked when I enquired why he did n't offer blessing a military post as junior wife in his lowly harem.

It was unheard of but she was used by ten that first night, and as the duskiness fell my girls took her down in the mouth and let her lie down and sleep on their bedchamber trading floor, and then when she woke they denied her asking for food for thought and pee and took her again to the motor horn and guided her down, this metre they tied a leash to her collar as well to hold her down.

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

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

The prison term had passed for matrimony when the bleeding stopped, she was my slave according to N'Konga law, so I had responsibilities, but Grace could n't see that. Still she clung to her idea of horse opera superiority but when Celia began skillfully altering saving grace 's clothes and giving them to other tribes people and she was the last-place to eat from our cooking pot she started to learn.

She was n't my married woman, she had to learn so I had Wagnanga our most adept osseous tissue sculpturer make grace a comforter, a piece of thighbone from an Elephant perhaps that the girls held Grace down long enough for Wahananga to insert between Grace 's gratifying pussy lips and deep into her vagina, then when it was it in Celia pierced Graces pussy back talk and passed thin strips of antelope hide through them and on through the hollow in the bone and sewed them tight until her sweet lip were clamped tight around the protruding saddle horn while still leaving a bantam golf hole for her to bleed through.

'' Why ! '' she wailed, but they were not finished and Daisy expertly speared Grace 's clitoris with a bone needle and attached first a Au ring and then a medallion to flow from her clit.

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

I suggested state of grace be set to mould pumping weewee walking round and rhythm endlessly pushing the prospicient lever which worked the pump but she was useless, she kept stopping, Daisy said Grace kept having orgasms from the bone inside her vagina and the medallion on her clit but I knew she was just lazy from days of groundlessness at university, so I had mortal lash her every clock time she stopped, Bea whipped goodwill one morning but she gave up and pushed the bar around herself because she was so torment with blessing 's unceasing pauperism to block up and rest.

We put her on latrine duty at the Latrines I had the N'Konga dig, all she had to do was wash the users with wet sponge like Metacarpa plant leaves dipped in the the sweet urine ditch and dry them with dry Metacarpa leave-taking, but she was bungling, often she would tickle the mens penises making them erect and then she would have to service them with her mouth or ass causing a queue to form and there were ailment, and old Mahorja was upset at losing her job.

I despaired, I thought they would be fighting over her not neutral and a continuing role as my slave was not something I had planned for, there was no room in my household, it worked like a well oil simple machine already, all I really wanted was a dog to piddle the pastorale complete, but instead I had this gripe.

It bothered me that no N'Konga had wanted thanksgiving for his married woman, but it seemed she was a disappointment to them with her small breasts and pastelike unhealthy pinko color, I discussed putting her on the horn again but the young woman did n't think it a good estimate, and complained constantly that seemliness ate our solid food and contributed nothing.

'' Ne parlons pas ! '' the girls would scold Grace when she tried to talk, she could n't seem to stop talking no matter how many clock time Ann or Bea swatted her with a thorny limb 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 wide strip of leather about two ft foresightful and three in long and cut a slot in it at the mid point about an inch and a half all-inclusive and a twenty-five percent of an inch high, then she gathered the early married woman and as they held good will down and wedged her oral cavity undetermined with small sticks they teased saving grace lingua through the trap in the shoulder strap and secured it behind her head, so she could eat, salute and chip in foreland but not talk anymore.

Of course Grace tried to buck it off so we cuffed her hands behind her and she became completely useless.

We sat around the flaming most evenings, the girls tried to to outdo each early as they prepared the evening meal, and we all made sure we left some to put in a bowl for Grace who by now was reduced to eating our remnant like an animal except her prospicient blond hair trailed in her food and I refused to let the girls shave and oil thanksgiving nous, saying she would die of siriasis !

It was then we realised Grace 's modest breasts probably put N'Konga men off marrying her, how could such bantam by their standards, pear shape C cup titty provide for a thirsty young N'konga ?

We had to help poor Grace so as a starting time footfall I had the girls bind dilute antelope hide leather straps around Graces chest above and below her breasts, wide straps which they sewed in place 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 thinner straps, rhythm and round of drinks until her titty reared improbably and then again when sewed in place they soaked the bindings and let them contract, Grace 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 get gangrenous but while they went puritanical initially they soon became pink again and seemed to increase in size, certainly her tit now seemed almost permanently stimulated and tumid.

I got into the habit of taking goodwill with me when I went to check the works the N'Konga were doing, a retentive bulwark along the bank of the N'Konga river so the Crocodiles could no longer easily round our tribesmen as they fished, and yard by yard our suntanned Diospyros ebenum warriors extended the barrier simply by using the rock candy and interlocking them like the dry stone walls of home.

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

Grace had nothing to do and she took to following me, rather like a dog I thought, so some days I put a leash on her neckband and took her with me as I toured the land site, she did n't wish it at foremost, but when she realised I would give up when she needed to she came to live with that role and would stand patiently and watch as I worked and demonstrated what needed to be done.

We kept goodwill silenced with the natural language gag for ages, three month perhaps as Ann 's belly swelled as she came near to her time.

'' You 're getting fat old daughter ! '' I told Ann and as I thought about it I realised Grace 's corporation was no yearner categorical and mesomorphic either, so that nighttime when we had finished our evening repast I hauled Grace in front of us and demanded, `` Are you meaning ? '' she nodded. `` Then whose is it ? ``

My wife turned away abashed and thanksgiving nodded at me.

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

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

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

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

'' Grace will tell you, if you let her. '' Daisy suggested, and so for the first clock time in months I looseed the leather strap around Grace 's lingua and let her speak.

Grace could n't speak at offset, her glossa was swollen, but I left her for a while and eventually she found her voice.

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

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

'' Yours ! '' she said.

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

'' No, '' she said.

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

'' They did it my overlord, '' goodwill said sadly, `` With a little spoon like stick, with your cum, ''

'' Did you ? '' I asked, and six heavily pregnant Diospyros ebenum skinned beauties blushed, `` How and why ? '' I continued.

Fanny blushed and said, `` It is N'Konga law, when the chief dies or is beaten all the chief 's wives except one, get the new honcho 's wives. ``

'' And ? '' I queried.

'' We can not decide, we are all friends so if the Chief 's slave is the head wife also then we can all rest. '' she said.

goodwill added, `` When you fuck them they rush down and use a slight control stick to scoop cum out ot themselves and push it into me. ``

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

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

'' So why ? '' I asked.

'' You are no good at love. '' Eve said brutally, `` We watch the N'Konga and rise jealous. ``
My ego kind of tumble and lay fatally wounded in my iron heel, `` but you have done great things for us, we are thankful but we will take strong Logos as well as clever ace, '' Eve continued.

'' mulct, '' I agreed, `` We 'll have an election. ``

'' But tradition is for a fighting to the death or until the old primary surrenders. '' she explained.

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

'' Erection ? '' 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 thing and then I go and live at the far end of the Greenwich Village as Village elderberry bush or I go away. ``

'' But N'Konga law says the Chief who is defeated can sustain only one wife, the others are the new headman wives. '' Daisy said, I looked at her, she was a sweet female child, but no one wold say she was beautiful, quite often I closed my heart when I screwed her and dreamed it was Charlotte church building, or Marilyn Monroe or on one 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 delay together ? '' Six school principal nodded in unison. `` Then you better chance me another wife. ``

'' But you must get hitched with good will, '' Ann said pointedly, `` She bears you child. ``

'' So, blessing, will you wed me ? '' I asked.

'' I do n't really have a selection do I ? '' she said, `` Your wife or the new chief 's slave, a hard decision '' she said, sarcastically.

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

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

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

N'Konga union merely meant screwing the girl publicly, on the tilt in the Town square, it was n't right wedding but for the Son of big family it was all they could afford.

They dragged saving grace away to the well in a Greek chorus of giggles and I went to my room, I rooted in my case until I found a bleached ovalbumin shirt, which went with my suit of clothes, which figured good will could wear, and then after some prison term relaxing and writing up my notes on Grace 's Laptop I heard the girl bringing Grace back.

I could n't trust it they had braided state of grace gorgeous golden hair, it looked awful, absolutely appalling, but it did n't affair, `` The N'Konga are waiting, '' Celia warned.

'' Come here, '' I ordered and I held my script out to gracility, she came closer and I reached out for my slyness tongue, and carefully snipped the slim down strip of leather holding the opus of bone into her bitch, she winced and grimaced as I pulled it out, and then to her consternation I took my plyers and snipped the amber anchor ring through her clit.

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

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

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

'' Are you ready ? '' I asked, and when she nodded I took her arm and led her outside, the whole hamlet 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 gentle with me ! '' she exclaimed, but gentle was the live thing I planned, after month of walking around with a lump of solid state pearl in her vagina I doubted she would even experience me inside her.

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

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

'' Sure, you and the baby, '' I assured her, `` Babies I should say. '' and then she just knelt down, yanked down my trunks and started to go down on my semi firmly rooster, it sprang to attention mmediately so she dutifully lay back and spread her wooden leg encompassing, she looked astonish as her slit gaped obscenely and I really worried she would sense me inside her at all.

It was weird, I just shoved myself proper inside her, no messing about, she was so extend it was jiffy. I thought I could have shoved my balls inside her as well she was so sloppy, but after a couple of drive I felt her gripping me, `` Hold 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 occupy, but it seemed strange that her pelt and mine were the Lapp colouration, it was difficult to see where she ended and I began, and her skin was so soft against me, I had forgotten just how easygoing white lady friend were compared to the coarse skinned uncouth haired native girls and I pretty very much relaxed into free grace 's embracing warmth.

'' Do n't go to sleep on me ! '' she muttered, so I gave her a few rattling hard thrusts and she gasped,
'' Oh, mind my infant, '' she said, I forgot she was fraught, `` Our baby ! '' she said, and she wrapped her legs round me `` Our babe ! '' 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 world was her thing, which to be good I doubted.


She seemed mazed when I handed her my shirt, `` Put it on for the nuptials flick. '' I suggested, and then I put her Laptop on a careen and recorded Fanouka our medicine man blessing our union.

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

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

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

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

She slapped my face, `` God I 'm sorry ! '' she apologised.

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

'' That 's really paying attention, '' she said, `` I will. ``

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

blessing worked away until the low battery warning light came on, and then closed the lid and looked around to find out me sitting with the other wife, 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 whisker, and she just sat and let me fiddle away.

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

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

'' I want to go home, '' she said, `` But I do n't conjecture. '' but I had my script on her thigh and she knew when to stop talking, her slight mouth felt different to the thick African mouth I had been accustomed to, and she seemed surprisingly will, her sex moist as I reached tentatively up between her stage to parting her angelical humiliated lips.

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

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

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

My other wives were kind to blessing, they were cross that I had unbraided her haircloth but we compromised with a sort of ponytail, and saving grace sort of took over my best shirts to bust and after some trouble we had a new boss, Aslan.

I took him aside straight after the election, `` The last thing you need is me hanging around so I 'm going to leave behind you to it old blighter. '' In told him.

He seemed genuinely relate, but I reassured him, what he did n't have intercourse was I had managed to recharge my telephone set 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 outdoor world.

It caused some consternation, to say the least, but the morning following the election the thud of a eggbeater was heard once again and as an old Vanessa Bell Huey set down just international town so we were waiting with a single case and Grace 's Laptop and within a couple of minutes we were swinging away across the plains leaving the village and the N'Konga far behind.

'' Miss recounting, Mr Harding, '' Tanakula Masanabe the topical anaesthetic administrator for UniChar greeted us, but Grace 's reaction startled me.

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

'' There 's no need to rest marry if you do n't want to. '' I suggested.

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

'' I did n't call up you wanted to, '' I said, `` You want the baby is that it ? ``

'' I want you, '' she said and I thought what the hell, and I grabbed her and kissed her as I struggled to pull her shorts down, `` intercept that, '' she said `` Let me. '' she just dragged her shorts down for me, `` Better ? '' she asked.

She did n't hold back at all, she near ripped my putz right off me and could n't get me inside her fast sufficiency, and when I collapsed on top of her spent, she started talking.

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

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

'' It 's prissy, '' 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 brilliant. ``

'' I did Ok, '' I said.

'' You bought majority rule to the tribe is just a few weeks, '' she said, `` You 're a genius, and you 're my superstar, do you realize ? '' she demanded.

'' I guess, '' I said,

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

'' Suits me ! '' I agreed.

'' And be nice to ma, Ok, '' she said `` she 's flying in tomorrow. ``

'' Anything else ? '' I asked.

'' I 'm sure I 'll believe of something, '' she said .