N'Konga

The great N'Konga river shimmered in the summer heat as it sluggishly ambled between usurious coin bank through the brown crisped grass of the summer plain stitch and as I dreamed and planned which of my six married woman to catch some Z's with next 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 little idyl as I ruled over my own village of some three hundred N'Konga tribesmen and women and a vast number of children.

It was n't supposed to be like this, just a gap class really, but a puerility as the son of a grease monkey in a Yorkshire mining Greenwich Village playing with machinery and a academic degree in Politics had set me up nicely for an keep apart village with a go water system heart, in fact not one but three failed H2O pump, one gasolene powered in fully working parliamentary law but no gas, a wind pump, with no wind, and an old lever action mechanism heart with a broken in lever, and along I come, not on a gleaming flannel charger like a medeval horse but in a ship's bell chopper with some staple prick and a few sacks of solid food aid.

They thought I was the messiah, all I did was shorten the jazz ticker calamus by two twelve groundwork surgical incision, dismantle the tower and establish a twosome of handles so they could walk round and round and pump the water up that way, but to a kin group used to fetching cruddy piss from the crocodile infested N'Konga river it was animation changing.

Of form I should have declined all the protection offered, it was just the Charitable workplace I was supposed to do but I was young, it 's no self-justification 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 mission my satellite phone when I left it on and flattened the bombardment, so I made the near of it in an surface area Aids 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 fate as the coming man challenged, fought, succeeded and then failed to deliver so in many shipway it was a relief for them to provide me the role as Tribal Chief.

I did n't appreciate that as gaffer I was expected to take on a wife from each of the three master family unit but it was no hard knocks, and indeed it was now almost nine month since I had married them in a exclusive moving and entirely meaningless ceremony, I had re christened them, Ann, Beatrice ( Bea ), Celia, A, B, C you see, as their tribal names were unrepeatable, certainly I could n't get my tongue around them, but we soon had a heavy rapport growing, and seeing their happines I was quickly approached by early relate fathers of daughter reaching marriageable age and so my household had grown to six wives Daisy, Eve and Fanny having joined me in marital bliss and fairly soon the gibbousness of their bellies was an indication six children would soon unite them.

But now it seemed the much anticipated and dreaded reappearance to refinement was impending as the Charity review Team liveried pearly was upon us.

The Bell Jet Ranger set down just beyond the end of `` Main Street, '' and I ordered my Tribal acquaintance to take form a precaution of award, with their spear held at the slope which actually looked pretty belligerent and I waited for the inspectors to descend.

We must get looked very dire, myself as chief quite darkly tanned in my wide brimmed scrub hat open neck shirt and shorts, my men bare breasted, but with arm bands for rank and Khaki boxers and flush and the adult female bare breasted wearing anything from a sess skirt through skimpy panties to a designer dress five sizes too low which Ann as my turn one wife somehow managed to squeeze into or possibly through !

It quickly registered that one of the Helicopters occupants was a woman, but when she opened the door and stepped out her beauty was a shock absorber to the system, nine calendar month of nigrify company had made me draw a blank how irresistible a fair pare bazaar haired european young woman really was, and I leered inappropriately as this sight of loveliness descended from the port slope passenger door.

I stared at her long lightly tanned legs stretching from her tight Khaki shorts to her practical Khaki boots and at her meek european white meat tightening the textile of her compressed whitened blouse, such a dividing line to my tribes womens huge free swinging udders.

'' Mr 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 mortify village, '' I replied, `` Please may I preface my wives, Ann, Bea, Celia, '' I indicated them in routine, `` And Daisy, Eve and tush. ``

'' how-do-you-do, '' she said, `` I 'm Grace, goodwill Telling ''

'' They do n't mouth much English yet, we 're mainly French speakers here, '' I suggested, `` But what did you want to sleep together ? '' I asked as surrounded by my warriors we stood on the sharpness of our small town where the galvanised steel roofing sheets of the wooden framed mud brick household shone like mirrors in the blaze sun.

'' Where the top dog is for one thing, '' she said.

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

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

'' Probably not, the female child will recall we are having sex, '' I said.

'' Mr Harding, '' she said frostily, her blue center somehow icily severe, `` I can tell 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 modest home base, easily the turgid in the Village with two level and a reception room great enough for the whole tribe to squeeze into.

We went upstairs to my room, I sat behind my desk, it was quite a smart desk, I made it myself, in fact I built most of the house and did nearly all the employment on my room, it was quite a wise room, I just about wore out the wood plane planing the woodland to panel out the mud brick paries so apart from no windowpane 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 chairman 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 President Harding, am I to understand you are having sexual liaisons with aboriginal ? '' she said.

'' I have six wives yes, '' I agreed

'' You 're an animal ! '' she snapped, and reached forward as if to strike me, but Ann was too spry for her and dragged her rachis 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 chieftain, more like Town Clerk than authoritarian, and according to tribal custom I have a bit of wife. ``

'' It 's against all the convention, '' she said, `` I shall feature to account this, ''

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

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

'' Titanic, '' I explained, `` I got the bloke to build a matching hull so the Crocs ca n't turn it over so easy. ``

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

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

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

'' I did n't, your attitude maybe, '' I suggested, `` Reckon you need a few months out here to learn not a couple of old age partying your was through lectures. ``

'' 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 fire warden locomotive 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, '' gracility cried and hurled herself headlong down the stairs, ( Which I built ) and ran for the gong, `` whoremonger, postponement ! '' she squealed as she sprinted down main street with me following behind her..

'' Sorry, '' John the archetype 's voice boomed from a speaker under the olfactory organ, `` But we ca n't let you reporting back to Greater London, Bye ! '' and he swung away in a neatly executed departure, only to pounce low again and confound 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 ill at ease situation, completely unexpected, but a few thing became clear, such as it was n't an oversight that my satellite phone Photo cell was missing fromm my kit and I was for sure we travelled south east not south west to the Village when I came originally, and when free 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 affair with. '' she stopped, `` Just like you ! ``

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

'' You stupid cunt ! '' I said, and this metre she did hit me and this time Bea and Fanny dragged her off me.

'' They 'll fare looking for me ! '' state of grace exclaimed hopefully.

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

'' I 'll take the air ! '' she said.

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

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

'' No I do n't and do n't be so aweless, I 'm chief remember, be a bit deferential, just wangle it ok. ''

'' prevaricator ! '' 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 shouting, `` Mr Haines ! '' she yelled, `` Mr Haines ! ``

There were six of my fit Edward Young chaps surrounding Grace trying to seduce her and she was finding it something of a culture seismic disturbance, she was actually as tall as any of them, but their muscleman rippled from rowing and excavation, and they had n't realised that Grace was n't used to valet de chambre in forage skirts showing their fully engorged genitals in a bid to gather her favours.

She should have been in seventh heaven with a pick of three eight in 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 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 Edgar Guest room in my star sign supposedly for visiting high-up, I suppose you had well halt there. ``

She took my advice and barricaded herself in the elbow room,

Tribal lore said guests were welcome for a week and a day, so free grace was waited on like royalty by my wives for the first couple of days while good will worked away on her data processor, recharging it from a neat Solar dialog box as she worked.

She dined on Zebra and Crocodile, used my private lav and generally lived like a queen, but on the third day with Eve as chaperone I broached the issue of the eight day rule.

'' Tribal prescript suggest guests may stay a week, but if they want to stay longer they must fall in 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 girl. '' I explained.

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

'' No '' I explained `` In your display case you need to find a husband, as you see there are no 1 cleaning woman of small fry bearing age. ``

'' No way ! '' she said.

'' Then you must bequeath. '' 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 ceiling beyond seven 24-hour interval, I 'm dingy. '' I explained, `` It 's not fair to my wife. ``

'' Those brute ! '' 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 motive to be hateful, '' I told Grace, `` You hurt me if you disrespect my wife. ``

'' But they 're savages, they walk around one-half naked ! '' goodwill complained.

'' free grace, unless you find a hubby in the next four days you will be paraded naked through the small town and kept tied up in the corral until someone will film you on, '' I explained, `` it 's something every local girl 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 womanhood, a girl belongs to her father, the woman to her husband, so at first flow she is stripped naked and the father takes her clothes and it is for the husband to fit out her, if he wishes. ``

'' At menstruation ? '' she said agitatedly.

'' well, in theory, '' I said, `` but it 's not fixed, these are decent multitude, usually the girl finds her fellow but just occasionally a father needs the old way to get a daughter to take on what is available and to bury her ambition. ''

'' 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 deliver to dispose of your things I suppose. ``

'' So how will my married man cloak me ? '' she challenged.

'' He may pick out a simple collar, '' I exlained, `` many unseasoned young lady 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 independent street then walking around raw 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 you should be treated differently do n't you ? '' I challenged.

'' I want to converge the right man and have a Andrew D. White nuptials. '' she said firmly.

'' White wedding, I rest my case. '' I joked, I should n't have joked, it was n't funny.

'' Four mean solar day ? '' she said, `` To choose a married man ? ``

'' For a husband to choose you as a wife, '' I explained, `` he will expect to see you are aroused when you see he is, you should be simple breasted like the other girls 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 panty if you 're shy. ``

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

'' Well they have to testify their hammer, '' I explained, `` and that can be humiliating if they are on the low incline ! ``

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

'' No, deadly sober, '' I said, `` the only other alternative are to leave or become a Tribal slave. ``

'' A What ? '' she asked.

'' They used to enamor mass from neighbouring kindred and maintain them as slaves, '' I said, `` I do n't think you 'd care that. ``

'' sound than being forced to hold sex with a savage. '' she exclaimed grimacing.

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

'' 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 alternative, no hysteria, just tranquillise contemplation.

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

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

'' Then I suppose, '' she said and her resolve broke and she started crying, `` I wanted a egg white hymeneals, '' she said.

'' Then do a parade, the daughter will prepare 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 Grace and moved her into their dormancy quarters and as they stood round they giggled as they gently eased her clothes off a button at a time an inch at a time but every move thanksgiving made to resist they out maneuvered her and tugged or pulled something else until a passel of wearing apparel lay on the bed.

I had a simple leather choker and when I judged the time properly 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 symbolic Tribal slave collar around her neck.

She stood in just her pink bra and tiny white panties, barefoot now, strangely pink against my sable skinned harem, and the girls ushered her from the house.

'' My god, it 's like being a indigen, '' 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 step-in that she lost it and screamed `` Noooo ''

She tried to hide her knocker and sex with her hands but we were wise to that and as Eve and Bea held her weapons system I slipped a simple-minded leather strap around her wrists and tied her hands behind her back which cured that problem, and as we we stood back and looked she looked magnificent, I knew I was swelling but it was a daze when Eve touched me, `` Moi, '' she insisted and took my hand to extend me to bed.

I resisted, I needed to be certain cipher would go wrongly as Grace realised she had nowhere to run to and our bronzed muscle builder moved in to check her charms.

They were reticent at initiatory as if afraid to touch, but then they became bolder and more than and more eager, from gently stroking her pale hide and running their coarse dark finger's breadth through her longsighted favorable haircloth to checking the firmness of her monotonous well muscled belly before they explored the hot moist secret place beneath the furred down of her fine fortunate pubic hair.
Grace gasped and grimaced as the men, mere boys in my eyes, eagerly pawed at blessing until despite everything her poor nipples strained and her sex glistened and oozed wet and her resolve melted as rapidly as any uneducated native girl as groping and stimulation triggered the lustfulness that lurked unsuspected oceanic abyss in her psyche.

More and more people gathered as the good afternoon turned to early even and the word spread that the white female child was being paraded for marriage, I watched in amusement as Grace finally realised that here she was just the Saame as any other female, all the reverence she had become used to as a student and a white 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, because I had to be seen to treat he fairly as if she were just another stray extra female who had joined our piffling community of interests, rather than as something special, but she was about to find out.

The collar meant she must not be married without the owner 's consent, and as she wore my collar that think my consent, but it did n't mean no one must impact, only that they must n't actually have full sex with her, arousal was fine and indeed expected, and the sissiness of her lip and the agility of her spit and the flexibility of her throat were all things to be explored by her suitors.

I had to admonish her, `` Grace, '' I said carefully so that she understood, `` We will ruin your teeth f you bite anyone ''

'' What ! '' she gasped.

'' Fellatio, the men will want to see how beneficial you are at giving head and. '' I paused.

'' What ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

Her Anus cause entertainment, shadow against her fairish skin, a tiny puckered brown bud seemingly far too tiny to lay to rest an eight inch penis in.

N'Balaskin was first to try her Anus, but the empurple helmet of his slightly curved seven inch penis slipped off each time her well-tried to pierce at her, and her attempts to kick back him prompt me of a pureblooded race horse trying to avert being saddled,

N'Balaskin gave up after a few tries contenting himself with dry humping her ass crack while squashing her breasts and crushing her nipples, she hated every second, his caresses his breathing space on her cervix, his penis against her but mainly the way her mammilla throbbed, pussycat moistened until her juices ran uncontrollably and her button cried out for attention.

N'Balaskin gasped, his oculus 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 thickheaded 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 up like the petals of an exotic flower to reveal the delights of her blind drunk dark play chute.

N'Konga kindred never had babies in the hot season, so from Nov through January the women had to use their smaller orifice to please their men, and through hundred and thousands of eld of evolution the local Tribes and evolved soft to the full anal retentive back talk easily able to fit the largest turncock without fuss, while wretched seemliness with her signify European opening was sadly deficient when it came to this necessary function.

N'Balaskin stretched the skin of her cheek taut pulling her orifice capable as he gradually workedmore and more cum into her as lubricant before his supporter and contender Timonarus took his place.

Grace screamed like a hyaena and lashed out with her fundament as Timonarus forced his foresighted but slender black Snake into Grace 's blotto Virgin ass inch by agonised inch, but the sidesplitter were silenced as N'Balaskin offered his now semi hard penis to state of grace sweet mouth and held her cheeks so she could n't turn away.

She clamped her jaw shut but wiling custody held her scent and laughingly pried her mouth open so N'Balaskin could coerce himself past her tooth and rich into her throat.

gracility had become expert with her mouth at University, where a reversal job was standard currency for a night out or a repast, even help with an designation, but not nasty black shaft, those were freshly showered and pink and much, much shorter, she gagged, choked, coughed and then as N'Balaskin began to make love her rima oris in prison term Timonarus 's thrusting into her ass, her mind exploded in a kaleidoscope of asphixiated hotshot.

N'Balaskin hardened and shot a second onus within bit nearly choking Grace but when he pulled out Timonarus replaced him merely to have his cruddy process cleaned, again as in K'Konga tribal custom the lady friend was expected to keep her backward passage, which the Tribal language translated as Play chute or petty vagina, clean and ready for use at all times.

seemliness nearly passed out as she dutifully cleaned Timonarus 's hammer and she completely missed the fact that Matumosaba had taken Timonarus 's plaza 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 adoption of her treatment, her failure to fight, but for the fact she was now despairing for a peter, she did n't often cause 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 flimsy wall of her ass cavity were making her yearn for something to make full the aching nullity of her puss and soothe her now frenetic clitoris.

My girls knew something of how poor people Grace felt and they whispered among themselves and Daisy went to fetch the Horn, one of many cornet, antlers ivory and bones that they used when it was not their bit to sleep with me, but this was `` The Horn '' an antelope motor horn taken from a long dead savage but a trumpet which had lost much of its longsighted sharp end and had instead healed over to make a beautifully rounded end while the hollow end neatly fitted over the surviving stump of the torso of a scrawny Akainsta tree diagram which stood beside the main street, a cunningly contrived instrument of torture, and the girls scraped away the mud around the substructure of the tree until the horn was at exactly the decently tallness or so they judged so as to direct Grace wild.

Matumosaba took his pleasure and Helabia came up behind Grace, his powerful loins twitched just once to air his mighty shaft deep into state of grace 's tortured bowels and then he pounded her with short rapid poke like an animal, his ebony pelt quite alien to her soft pink beauty.

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

Grace protested feebly as they lifted her over the rounded medulla oblongata end of the horn cook to let her go down, until standing on tip toe the bulb was barely inside her, but as Grace stood beside the soapbox they could see that their figuring were legal injury so Bea promptly scooped mud away from around base of the tree diagram where free grace bare metrical foot would go, until the light bulb of the horn was near her navel and then they lifted her on.

The polish horny knob nuzzled blessing angelical pink lower back talk and Daisy gently pated them withe her finger and guided blessing over the knob, gracility gasped and struggled but she was helpless and she struggled frantically to put a groundwork or toe down as the girls lowered her down. Grace gasped as she found the horn filled her completely even when she found the reason with her metrical unit and raised herself as mellow as she could, the horn still filled and the solely succour cane when Helabia came up behind her once more and took some of her weightiness on his erection.

Centuries of civilisation now fell away as thanksgiving struggled for her baffling orgasm, everything in her being buzzed except her poor neglected clit, the very trigger that needed squeezing to bestow on the orgasmic state of hug drug which she craved and now she stood like a frustrated doe antelope desperate for satisfaction, ready to swallow the 1st brave to bid her a blank space in his household. But none did. I worried, Tribal lore said no nutrient or drinkable could be offered until a offering 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 white men withdraw her and my baby away, '' Adamsnith asked when I enquired why he did n't extend Grace a Wiley 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 iniquity fell my lady friend took her down and let her lie down and sleep on their bedroom floor, and then when she woke they denied her asking for solid food and piss and took her again to the trumpet and guided her down, this time they tied a leash to her collar as well to control her down.

Grace squirmed on her post, the cum cascading down her throat sated her hunger but still no one offered, and towards noon she started bleeding, I was severely disquieted but it was just her period and as laid down in the ad-lib Tribal laws we had to take her down.

She was so weak that I had the miss take her interior, where she lay sweating on the mud trading floor until the mud stained her just skin to a filthy golden tan.

The time had passed for man and wife when the bleeding stopped, she was my buckle down according to N'Konga law, so I had responsibilities, but free grace could n't see that. Still she clung to her ideas of western superiority but when Celia began skillfully altering grace 's wearing apparel and giving them to other tribes people and she was the lastly 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 pearl carver make state of grace a comforter, a piece of thighbone from an Elephant perhaps that the young lady held Grace down long enough for Wahananga to introduce between Grace 's sweet-scented kitty-cat lips and deep into her vagina, then when it was it in Celia pierced blessing kitty sassing and passed slim flight strip of antelope skin through them and on through the holes in the bone and sewed them tight until her odoriferous brim were clamped tight around the protruding horn while still leaving a tiny hole for her to hemorrhage through.

'' Why ! '' she wailed, but they were not finished and Daisy expertly speared good will 's button with a osseous tissue phonograph needle and attached first a gold halo and then a medallion to hang from her clit.

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

I suggested Grace be set to work pumping water walking round and round endlessly pushing the long lever which worked the heart 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 geezerhood of groundlessness at university, so I had somebody party 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 needs to arrest 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 weewee ditch and dry them with dry Metacarpa leave of absence, but she was awkward, often she would tickle the mens penises making them raise and then she would get to service them with her rima oris or ass causing a queue to constitute and there were ailment, and old Mahorja was upset at losing her job.

I despaired, I thought they would be fighting over her not indifferent and a continuing character as my slave was not something I had planned for, there was no room in my family, it worked like a wellspring oiled motorcar already, all I really wanted was a dog to make the bucolic complete, but instead I had this squawk.

It bothered me that no N'Konga had wanted grace of God for his wife, but it seemed she was a disappointment to them with her small knocker and gluey unhealthy pink coloration, I discussed putting her on the horn again but the girls did n't think it a good theme, and complained constantly that Grace ate our solid food and contributed nothing.

'' Ne parlons pas ! '' the missy would scold thanksgiving when she tried to talk, she could n't appear to stop talking no matter how many times Ann or Bea swatted her with a thorny outgrowth and her book binding was in peril of becoming scarred so I had a treatment with Eve and she knew exactly what to do. she took a broad strip show of leather about two feet hanker and three inch long and cut a time slot in it at the mid point about an inch and a one-half wide and a fourth of an inch high, then she gathered the other wives and as they held Grace down and wedged her backtalk open with small joint they teased Graces tongue through the hole in the strap and secured it behind her head, so she could eat, drink and give head but not lecture anymore.

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

We sat around the firing most eve, the young woman tried to to outdo each other as they prepared the evening meal, and we all made sure we left some to put in a trough for free grace who by now was reduced to eating our remnant like an fauna except her tenacious blonde hair trailed in her food and I refused to let the girls shave and oil grace headway, 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 flyspeck by their standards, pear shape C cup breasts provide for a hungry untried N'konga ?

We had to help poor Grace so as a first stone's throw I had the girls bind thin antelope hide leather straps around Graces chest above and below her breasts, wide shoulder strap which they sewed in position and then soaked with well water and left her in the sun until they shrank which emphasised what breast she had and then the adjacent day they bound her breast with dilutant shoulder strap, round of drinks and stave until her chest reared improbably and then again when sewed in place they soaked the bindings and let them contract, Grace could n't protest, but her breast swelled un naturally like some bdsm pornstar but still sadly the N'Konga were not impressed.

I worried her breasts would suit mortified but while they went blue-blooded initially they soon became tap again and seemed to increase in size, certainly her nipples now seemed almost permanently stimulated and tumid.

I got into the habit of taking state of grace with me when I went to check the works the N'Konga were doing, a long wall along the cant 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 rock music and interlocking them like the dry stone walls of home.

The pump for the groundwater weewee well worked well, turned by one or two hoi polloi walking endlessly around it supplied more fresh water than we needed, and under my instruction the houses were slowly reconstructed with weatherproof corrugated sword ceiling and lumber underframe and bricks made of baked mud.

grace of God 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 collar and took her with me as I toured the internet site, she did n't like it at first, but when she realised I would blockade when she needed to she came to accept that role and would stand patiently and watch as I worked and demonstrated what needed to be done.

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

'' You 're getting fat old girl ! '' I told Ann and as I thought about it I realised good will 's tummy was no longer flat and brawny either, so that Nox when we had finished our evening meal I hauled Grace in front of us and demanded, `` Are you significant ? '' she nodded. `` Then whose is it ? ``

My wife turned away humiliated and gracility 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 sea captain, so I swatted her with a branch I had handy.

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

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

'' blessing will tell you, if you let her. '' Daisy suggested, and so for the low clock time in months I looseed the leather strap around seemliness 's knife and let her speak.

seemliness could n't speak at for the first time, her natural language was swollen, but I left her for a patch and eventually she found her voice.

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

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

'' Yours ! '' she said.

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

'' No, '' she said.

'' call in me Master, Bwana, My Godhead, something respectful. '' I insisted, `` And untie her mitt person. ``

'' They did it my God Almighty, '' grace of God said sadly, `` With a short spoon like stick, with your cum, ''

'' Did you ? '' I asked, and six heavily meaning ebony skinned beauties blushed, `` How and why ? '' I continued.

Fanny blushed and said, `` It is N'Konga law, when the chief dice or is beaten all the chieftain 's wives except one, become the new top dog 's wives. ``

'' And ? '' I queried.

'' We can not decide, we are all friends so if the Chief 's slave is the foreman married woman also then we can all stay. '' she said.

grace of God added, `` When you fuck them they rush down and use a little stick to lift out cum out ot themselves and crusade it into me. ``

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

They looked awkward, `` We can not make up one's mind. ``

'' So why ? '' I asked.

'' You are no good at love. '' Eve said brutally, `` We watch the N'Konga and spring up jealous. ``
My ego sorting of fall in and lay fatally wounded in my the boot, `` but you have done great things for us, we are grateful but we will need strong boy as well as clever ones, '' Eve continued.

'' Fine, '' I agreed, `` We 'll have got an election. ``

'' But tradition is for a fight to the death or until the old chief giving up. '' she explained.

'' I surrender. '' I suggested, `` So we 'll have an election. '' they thought I said `` Erection, '' 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 things and then I go and live at the far end of the Village as Village senior or I go away. ``

'' But N'Konga law says the Chief who is defeated can have only one wife, the others are the new Chiefs wives. '' Daisy said, I looked at her, she was a sweet-flavored young lady, but no one wold say she was beautiful, quite often I closed my heart when I screwed her and dreamed it was Charlotte Church, or Marilyn Marilyn Monroe or on one juncture even free grace that I was humping.

'' Oh, '' I said, `` I 'm sure there are shipway around that, I take it you all want to stay together ? '' Six heads nodded in unison. `` Then you better chance me another wife. ``

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

'' So, Grace, will you marry me ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

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

N'Konga matrimony merely meant screwing the girl publicly, on the rock in the township square, it was n't proper wedding but for the Logos of big fellowship it was all they could afford.

They dragged blessing away to the well in a chorus of giggles and I went to my room, I rooted in my case until I found a decolor Edward D. White shirt, which went with my suit, which figured Grace could assume, and then after some time relaxing and writing up my musical note on free grace 's Laptop I heard the missy bringing Grace back.

I could n't consider it they had braided seemliness gorgeous aureate fuzz, it looked awful, absolutely appalling, but it did n't matter, `` The N'Konga are waiting, '' Celia warned.

'' Come here, '' I ordered and I held my script out to Grace, she came closer and I reached out for my slyness knife, and carefully snipped the thin comic strip of leather holding the objet d'art of bone into her cunt, she winced and grimaced as I pulled it out, and then to her consternation I took my plyers and snipped the gold band through her clit.

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

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

'' I feel benumbed inside, it 's ugly. '' she said.

'' Are you prepare ? '' I asked, and when she nodded I took her arm and led her outside, 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 gentle with me ! '' she exclaimed, but gentle was the last matter I planned, after calendar month of walking around with a lubber of satisfying bone in her vagina I doubted she would even feel me inside her.

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

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

'' Sure, you and the baby, '' I assured her, `` child I should say. '' and then she just knelt down, yanked down my shorts and started to nurse my semi hard cock, it sprang to attention mmediately so she dutifully lay back and spread her wooden leg wide, she looked amazing as her slit gaped obscenely and I really worried she would find me inside her at all.

It was weird, I just shoved myself right inside her, no messing about, she was so elongate it was twinkling. I thought I could bear shoved my balls inside her as well she was so mucky, but after a couple of thrusts I felt her gripping me, `` hold back me. '' she said, `` Ohhhhhh, ''

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

'' still ! '' I told her, but she was n't interested, but it seemed strange that her peel and mine were the same coloration, it was difficult to see where she ended and I began, and her skin was so soft against me, I had forgotten just how soft white daughter were compared to the coarse skinned coarse haired native fille and I pretty a lot relaxed into Grace 's embracing warmth.

'' Do n't go to sleep on me ! '' she muttered, so I gave her a few real difficult thrusts and she gasped,
'' Oh, mind my child, '' she said, I forgot she was significant, `` Our sister ! '' she said, and she wrapped her legs round me `` Our child ! '' 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 honest I doubted.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

state of grace worked away until the low battery monition light came on, and then closed the lid and looked around to retrieve me sitting with the other wives, 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 shirk 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 abode, '' she said, `` But I do n't hypothesize. '' but I had my bridge player on her thigh and she knew when to break off talking, her thin lip felt dissimilar to the thick African rim I had been accustomed to, and she seemed surprisingly willing, her sex moist as I reached tentatively up between her legs to part her sweet low-toned lips.

I eased my hitchhike inside her and worked on her engorged clit with my fingers, she gasped softly, her nipple were already stiffening even before I unbuttoned the white shirt I had let her take over, and bent to gently snog her breasts still a minor C cup perhaps but sonant and sweet.

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

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

My former wives were kind to saving grace, they were cross that I had unbraided her hair but we compromised with a form of ponytail, and goodwill sort of took over my best shirts to put on and after some problem we had a new boss, Aslan.

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

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

It caused some dismay, to say the to the lowest degree, but the morning following the election the thud of a Helicopter was heard once again and as an old Bell Huey set down just external Ithiel Town so we were waiting with a 1 casing and Grace 's Laptop and within a yoke of minutes we were swinging away across the plains leaving the small town and the N'Konga far behind.

'' Miss apprisal, Mr Warren Gamaliel Harding, '' Tanakula Masanabe the local administrator for UniChar greeted us, but Grace 's reaction startled me.

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

'' There 's no penury to outride hook up with 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 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, `` halt that, '' she said `` Let me. '' she just dragged her boxershorts down for me, `` Better ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

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

'' I did Ok, '' I said.

'' You bought democracy to the clan is just a few hebdomad, '' she said, `` You 're a genius, and you 're my genius, do you understand ? '' she demanded.

'' I guess, '' I said,

She carried on `` So no quotation of slavery, I became your wife, forget the slavery, do you understand ? ''

'' Suits me ! '' I agreed.

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

'' Anything else ? '' I asked.

'' I 'm sure I 'll call back of something, '' she said .