N'Konga

The capital N'Konga river shimmered in the summer warmth as it sluggishly ambled between engulf banks through the brown crisped supergrass of the summertime plains and as I dreamed and planned which of my six wife to sleep with next when a distant thudding heralded the imminent arrival of a helicopter.

It was not unexpected but doubtless unwelcome, a sword of Damacles hanging over my petty idyll as I ruled over my own Village of some three hundred N'Konga tribesmen and women and a Brobdingnagian number of children.

It was n't supposed to be like this, just a gap year really, but a childhood as the son of a mechanic in a Yorkshire minelaying small town playing with machinery and a degree in Politics had set me up nicely for an keep apart village with a flunk water pump, in fact not one but three failed water pumps, one petrol powered in full working parliamentary law but no petrol, a jazz heart, with no wind, and an old lever tumbler action pump with a break-dance lever tumbler, and along I come, not on a gleaming Andrew D. White charger like a medeval knight but in a Bell chopper with some canonical tools and a few sacks of food aid.

They thought I was the christ, all I did was contract the wind pump shaft by two dozen fundament sections, take down the column and make a duad of handle so they could take the air round and round and pump the water supply up that way, but to a federation of tribes used to fetching filthy water supply from the crocodile infested N'Konga river it was life changing.

Of course I should have declined all the protection offered, it was just the openhearted oeuvre I was supposed to do but I was young, it 's no exculpation but it 's my excuse, and I was only supposed to be there a week but somehow I was forgotten as there was no way to re charge my planet phone when I left it on and flattened the battery, so I made the unspoiled of it in an expanse 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 redeem so in many agency it was a succour for them to offer up me the role as Tribal Chief.

I did n't value that as chief I was expected to look at a wife from each of the three main family line but it was no asperity, and indeed it was now almost nine calendar month since I had married them in a single moving and entirely nonmeaningful ceremonial occasion, I had re christened them, Ann, Beatrice ( Bea ), Celia, A, B, C you see, as their tribal figure were unrepeatable, certainly I could n't get my natural language around them, but we soon had a great rapport growing, and seeing their happines I was quickly approached by other touch on Father of the Church of girls reaching marriageable age and so my home had grown to six wife Daisy, Eve and Fanny having joined me in matrimonial cloud nine and fairly soon the puffiness of their stomach was an indication six children would soon link them.

But now it seemed the much anticipated and dreaded rejoinder to civilization was imminent as the Charity inspection squad liveried chopper was upon us.

The Bell Jet Ranger set down just beyond the end of `` main Street, '' and I ordered my Tribal acquaintance to mold a sentry go of honour, with their spears held at the slope which actually looked passably belligerent and I waited for the inspectors to descend.

We must have looked very dreadful, myself as head quite darkly tanned in my wide brimmed bush hat open neck shirt and shorts, my men bare breasted, but with arm circle for social station and Khaki shorts and boots and the women bare breasted wearing anything from a grass skirt through skimpy panties to a designer clothes five sizes too pocket-size which Ann as my identification number one married woman somehow managed to stuff into or possibly through !

It quickly registered that one of the Helicopters occupants was a woman, but when she opened the room access and stepped out her mantrap was a impact to the system, nine calendar month of mordant company had made me block how resistless a fair skinned fair haired european missy really was, and I leered inappropriately as this visual sense of loveliness descended from the port side rider door.

I stared at her long lightly tanned legs stretching from her tight Khaki shorts to her pragmatic Khaki boots and at her mild european titty tightening the material of her smashed gabardine blouse, such a contrast to my kin group womens immense relieve swinging udders.

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

'' Welcome to my humble small town, '' I replied, `` Please may I inaugurate my wives, Ann, Bea, Celia, '' I indicated them in bend, `` And Daisy, Eve and fundament. ``

'' Hello, '' she said, `` I 'm state of grace, thanksgiving notification ''

'' They do n't verbalize much English yet, we 're mainly Gallic speakers here, '' I suggested, `` But what did you want to know ? '' I asked as surrounded by my warriors we stood on the edge of our hamlet where the galvanize brand roofing sheets of the wooden framed mud brick family shone like mirrors in the blazing sun.

'' Where the chieftain 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 girls will think we are having sex, '' I said.

'' Mr President Harding, '' she said frostily, her bluish optic somehow icily severe, `` I can guarantee you that having sex with you is something I would rather die than contemplate. ``

'' Which is largely irrelevant, '' I suggested `` As Ann will go with you at all time. '' I motioned towards my own modest dwelling, easily the largest in the settlement with two level and a reception elbow room large enough for the whole tribe to squeeze into.

We went upstairs to my room, I sat behind my desk, it was quite a fresh desk, I made it myself, in fact I built most of the star sign and did nearly all the workplace on my room, it was quite a smart room, I just about tire out out the Sir Henry Joseph Wood plane planing the timber to control board out the mud brick rampart so apart from no window and no light it was as good as most garden sheds `` Do you let 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 first appearance. '' she said.

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

'' But Mr Warren Gamaliel Harding, am I to understand you are having sexual contact with aboriginal ? '' she said.

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

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

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

'' Being crude to Ann 's married man I suppose ! '' I explained, `` But seriously, yes I am honcho, more like township Clerk than dictator, and according to tribal tradition I have a number of married woman. ``

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

'' You do what you have to, you did n't arrive 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 progress a matching hull so the Crocs ca n't bend it over so easy. ``

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

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

'' How did you do it ? '' she asked.

'' I did n't, your posture maybe, '' I suggested, `` Reckon you need a few month out here to ascertain not a couple of days partying your was through talking to. ``

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

'' I did political sympathies, 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 lead, '' I suggested, and as the thudding increased I realised he was actually leaving.

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

'' Sorry, '' John the original 's part boomed from a loudspeaker under the nozzle, `` But we ca n't have you reporting back to London, Bye ! '' and he swung away in a neatly executed expiration, only to swoop low again and throw out her backpack.

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

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

It was an ill at ease situation, completely unexpected, but a few things became realise, such as it was n't an inadvertence that my satellite phone exposure jail cell was missing fromm my kit and I was sure we travelled south east not south westward to the Village when I came originally, and when saving grace said a different 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 supply, '' she said, `` Having affairs with. '' she stopped, `` Just like you ! ``

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

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

'' They 'll follow looking for me ! '' goodwill exclaimed hopefully.

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

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

'' Where ? '' I asked, `` I do n't know 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 ramification in the river to the North, it 's not easygoing. ``

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

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

'' Liar ! '' she repeated.

'' I do n't have to mind 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 proceedings when I heard Grace shouting, `` Mr Haines ! '' she yelled, `` Mr Haines ! ``

There were six of my set Brigham Young chaps surrounding Grace trying to seduce her and she was finding it something of a acculturation shock, she was actually as tall as any of them, but their muscle rippled from rowing and excavation, and they had n't realised that Grace was n't used to gentleman's gentleman in grass dame showing their fully engorged private parts in a bid to arrive at her favours.

She should birth been in seventh heaven with a choice of three eight inch pricks a seven and two sixes on offer but she was too poor fish 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 cause to get used to it until you marry. ``

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

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

'' Un Per, '' she said unconvincingly.

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

'' But what ? '' she asked.

'' That you 're only here for a day or two. '' I suggested. `` We have a guest room in my planetary house supposedly for visiting dignitaries, I suppose you had ameliorate stay there. ``

She took my advice and barricaded herself in the way,

Tribal lore said Guest were welcome for a week and a day, so Grace was waited on like royalty by my married woman for the first dyad of Clarence Shepard Day Jr. while blessing worked away on her computer, recharging it from a clean Solar panel as she worked.

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

'' Tribal rules suggest client may stay on a calendar week, but if they want to stay longer they must link up our society. '' I said.

'' right hand ? 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 fuck the Chirf senseless am I right, '' she asked, `` because there is no way. ''

'' No '' I explained `` In your vitrine you need to line up a husband, as you see there are no single cleaning woman of fry bearing age. ``

'' No way ! '' she said.

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

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

'' That is the choice, I ca n't let you log Z's under my roof beyond seven days, I 'm distressing. '' I explained, `` It 's not fairish to my married woman. ``

'' Those savages ! '' she snapped, Eve knew enough English people 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 want to be hateful, '' I told goodwill, `` You hurt me if you disrespect my wives. ``

'' But they 're savage, they walk around half naked ! '' saving grace complained.

'' saving grace, unless you find a husband in the next four daytime you will be paraded au naturel through the Village and kept tied up in the corral until someone will postulate you on, '' I explained, `` it 's something every local girl has to go through when she starts menstruating just as every boy has to enchant a Zebra or Croc. ``

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

'' Yes, '' I explained, `` it marks the transition between girlhood and womanhood, a girl belongs to her Father, the woman to her married man, so at initiatory flow she is stripped naked and the father takes her clothes and it is for the husband to tog her, if he wishes. ``

'' At menses ? '' she said agitatedly.

'' wellspring, in hypothesis, '' I said, `` but it 's not fixed, these are decent masses, usually the girl finds her bloke but just occasionally a father needs the old way to get a daughter to accept what is usable and to forget her dream. ''

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

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

'' He may choose a bare choker, '' I exlained, `` many Loretta Young girls love being naked, have n't you seen Kaylala and her husband Jose or Tiribantana and Farouk, they are for ever making passion in the main street then walking around defenseless with cum leaking down their thighs. ``

'' 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 clean you should be treated differently do n't you ? '' I challenged.

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

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

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

'' For a husband to pick out you as a wife, '' I explained, `` he will expect to see you are aroused when you see he is, you should be marginal breasted like the other girls so he sees your nipples stiffen and really you should show how wet you are for him. maybe a grass chick or just a big wet maculation on your panties if you 're shy. ``

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

'' Well they have to read their turncock, '' I explained, `` and that can be humiliating if they are on the small face ! ``

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

'' No, deadly dangerous, '' I said, `` the only other options are to leave alone or become a Tribal hard worker. ``

'' A What ? '' she asked.

'' They used to capture hoi polloi from neighbouring tribe and hold open them as striver, '' I said, `` I do n't call back you 'd like that. ``

'' easily than being forced to bear sex with a savage. '' she exclaimed grimacing.

'' Ah I think that with your look and ah, uniqueness, '' I suggested, `` you would happen yourself having sex with a bombastic act of what you call savages. ``

'' Oh, '' she said.

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

She sat down and coldly and methodically weighed up the option, no delirium, just tranquil contemplation.

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

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

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

'' Then do a parade, the female child will set up you, '' I said as I saw my wife hovering jealously in the background.

'' I ca n't '' she protested but I gave Ann some instruction and as number one wife she knew exactly what to do, first they surrounded Grace and moved her into their quiescence quarters and as they stood round they giggled as they gently eased her clothes off a push button at a clock time an column inch at a time but every move goodwill made to reject they out maneuvered her and tugged or pulled something else until a pile of dress lay on the bed.

I had a simple leather choker and when I judged the time right on I approached her, `` They wo n't do anything you do n't advance if you wear my arrest, '' I suggested and my finger 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 soot black skinned harem, and the girls ushered her from the house.

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

She tried to hide out her breasts and sex with her work force but we were wise to that and as Eve and Bea held her branch I slipped a simple leather shoulder strap around her articulatio radiocarpea 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 jar when Eve touched me, `` Moi, '' she insisted and took my hand to lead me to bed.

I resisted, I needed to be sure as shooting nothing would go improper as Grace realised she had nowhere to run to and our bronze muscle-builder moved in to check off her charms.

They were reticent at first as if afraid to concern, but then they became bolder and to a greater extent and more eager, from gently stroking her pale skin and running their coarse iniquity fingers through her hanker golden hair to checking the firmness of her savourless well muscled belly before they explored the hot moist secret piazza beneath the furry pile of her hunky-dory golden pubic hair.
gracility gasped and grimaced as the men, mere boys in my eyes, eagerly pawed at Grace until despite everything her poor tit strained and her sex glistened and exudate moisture and her resolve melted as rapidly as any uneducated native lady friend as groping and stimulation triggered the lecherousness that lurked unsuspected oceanic abyss in her psyche.

Sir Thomas More and more people gathered as the afternoon turned to early eve and the parole banquet that the white fille was being paraded for marriage, I watched in amusement as Grace finally realised that here she was just the same as any other female, all the fear she had become used to as a student and a white cleaning woman had been swept away and she knew par and she realised she did n't wish it.

I had n't dared admonish her of the Tribal customs, because I had to be seen to deal he fairly as if she were just another stray redundant female who had joined our trivial residential district, rather than as something peculiar, 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 meant my consent, but it did n't stand for no one must have-to doe with, only that they must n't actually possess entire sex with her, arousal was o.k. and indeed expected, and the effeminateness of her rima oris and the lightsomeness of her lingua and the flexibility of her throat were all things to be explored by her suitors.

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

'' What ! '' she gasped.

'' fellation, the men will want to see how good you are at giving straits and. '' I paused.

'' What ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

Her Anus cause amusement, wickedness against her sightly skin, a tiny puckered Brown University bud seemingly far too tiny to bury an eight in penis in.

N'Balaskin was first to try her Anus, but the purpleness helmet of his slightly curved seven inch member slipped off each fourth dimension her try out to thrust at her, and her attempt to complain him reminded me of a purebred race cavalry trying to obviate being saddled,

N'Balaskin gave up after a few attempt contenting himself with dry humping her ass shot while squashing her boob and crushing her pap, she hated every second, his caresses his intimation on her neck, his member against her but mainly the way her pap throbbed, puss 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 fingerbreadth and transferred it to her anus, working it around and around the midget brown bud until it seemed to open like the flower petal of an alien flower to reveal the delights of her mingy dark playing period sloping trough.

N'Konga kin group never had babies in the hot time of year, so from November through January the women had to use their small-scale orifice to please their men, and through hundreds and thousands of days of evolution the local tribe and evolved diffuse full anal retentive mouth easily able to accommodate the largest pecker without fuss, while poor grace of God with her mean European orifice was sadly deficient when it came to this necessary function.

N'Balaskin stretched the skin of her posterior taut pulling her porta open as he gradually workedmore and more cum into her as lubricant before his Friend and rival Timonarus took his place.

grace of God screamed like a Hyena and lashed out with her animal foot as Timonarus forced his foresighted but slender black snake into seemliness 's pissed Virgo the Virgin ass in by agonise inch, but the screams were silenced as N'Balaskin offered his now semi heavy penis to gracility afters mouthpiece and held her cheeks so she could n't call on away.

She clamped her jaw shut but wiling helping hand held her wind and laughingly pried her mouth open so N'Balaskin could force himself past her dentition and deep into her throat.

Grace had become practiced with her mouthpiece at University, where a coke job was standard currency for a Nox out or a meal, even serve with an assignment, but not foul smuggled cocks, those were freshly showered and pink and much, much shorter, she gagged, choked, coughed and then as N'Balaskin began to hump her mouth in time Timonarus 's thrusting into her ass, her judgment exploded in a kaleidoscope of asphixiated hotshot.

N'Balaskin hardened and shot a instant encumbrance within minutes nearly choking Grace but when he pulled out Timonarus replaced him merely to have his filthy extremity cleaned, again as in K'Konga tribal tradition the young lady was expected to keep open her back passage, which the Tribal words translated as maneuver Chute or secondary vagina, unclouded and quick for use at all times.

Grace nearly passed out as she dutifully cleaned Timonarus 's shaft and she completely missed the fact that Matumosaba had taken Timonarus 's billet 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 silent acceptance of her handling, her bankruptcy to battle, but for the fact she was now dire for a hammer, 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 workforce rapidly pistoning hammer sent to her vagina through the cut walls of her ass pit were making her yearn for something to fill the aching nullity of her pussy and solace her now frantic clitoris.

My female child knew something of how pitiable Grace felt and they whispered among themselves and Daisy went to fetch the hooter, one of many horns, antlers tusk and bones that they used when it was not their turn to catch some Z's with me, but this was `` The trump '' an antelope horn taken from a long dead beast but a horn which had lost much of its long acuate end and had instead healed over to form a beautifully rounded end while the core out end neatly fitted over the surviving stump of the body of a stunted Akainsta tree which stood beside the independent street, a cunningly contrived legal document of distortion, and the girls scraped away the mud around the base of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree until the automobile horn was at exactly the right altitude or so they judged so as to send Grace 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 tortured bowel and then he pounded her with forgetful speedy jabbing like an animal, his pitch black skin quite alien to her soft pink beauty.

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

gracility protested feebly as they lifted her over the snipe bulb end of the horn cook to let her drop, until standing on tip toe the bulb was barely inside her, but as Grace stood beside the tree stump they could see that their calculation were wrong so Bea promptly scooped mud away from around radical of the Tree where free grace bare infantry would go, until the bulb of the motor horn was near her belly button and then they lifted her on.

The round down horny knob nuzzled Graces gratifying pink lower lips 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 foot or toe down as the girls lowered her pile. Grace gasped as she found the cornet filled her completely even when she found the ground with her groundwork and raised herself as high as she could, the horn still filled and the only alleviation cane when Helabia came up behind her once more and took some of her free weight on his erection.

100 of culture now fell away as Grace struggled for her problematical coming, everything in her being buzzed except her poor neglected clit, the very trigger that needed squeezing to bring on the orgasmic state of ecstasy which she craved and now she stood like a frustrated doe antelope desperate for expiation, make to accept the world-class brave to put up her a seat in his household. But none did. I worried, Tribal lore said no food for thought or drink could be offered until a offer had been made and excepted but my Tribesmen viewed her as a bare whore and not a serious wife.

'' What will I do when the snowy men pack her and my children away, '' Adamsnith asked when I enquired why he did n't offer blessing a post as Junior wife in his small harem.

It was unheard of but she was used by ten that first night, and as the dark fell my girls took her down and let her lie down and sleep on their bedroom floor, and then when she woke they denied her petition for food and water and took her again to the saddle horn and guided her down feather, this time they tied a trine to her collar as well to view as her down.

goodwill squirmed on her situation, the cum cascading down her throat sated her hungriness but still no one offered, and towards noon she started bleeding, I was severely worried but it was just her menstruation and as laid down in the oral Tribal police force we had to lease her down.

She was so faint that I had the missy take her inside, where she lay sweating on the mud floor until the mud stained her fair hide to a cruddy golden tan.

The clip had passed for union when the bleeding stopped, she was my slave according to N'Konga law, so I had responsibleness, but Grace could n't see that. Still she clung to her approximation of western transcendence but when Celia began skillfully altering Grace 's clothes and giving them to other tribe people and she was the last to eat from our cooking pot she started to learn.

She was n't my married woman, she had to read so I had Wagnanga our most skillful ivory cutter make free grace a comforter, a piece of thighbone from an Elephant perhaps that the missy held Grace down long enough for Wahananga to infix between Grace 's sweet puss lips and deep into her vagina, then when it was it in Celia pierced grace of God pussy lips and passed thin flight strip of antelope hide through them and on through the holes in the osseous tissue and sewed them tight until her sweet-flavored mouth were clamped tight around the protruding horn while still leaving a tiny hole for her to phlebotomize through.

'' Why ! '' she wailed, but they were not finished and Daisy expertly speared Grace 's clit with a off-white phonograph needle and attached first a gold ring and then a medal to cling from her clit.

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

I suggested Grace be set to make pumping piss walking round and round endlessly pushing the long lever which worked the ticker but she was useless, she kept stopping, Daisy said seemliness kept having orgasms from the bone inside her vagina and the medallion on her clit but I knew she was just lazy from class of idling at university, so I had soul lash her every time she stopped, Bea whipped goodwill one cockcrow but she gave up and pushed the bar around herself because she was so frustrated with Grace 's ceaseless needs to stop and rest.

We put her on latrine tariff at the Latrines I had the N'Konga dig, all she had to do was wash the exploiter with wet sponge like Metacarpa works leaves dipped in the the sweet water ditch and dry them with dry Metacarpa leaves, but she was clumsy, often she would vibrate the mens penises making them erect and then she would have to serve them with her oral fissure or ass causing a queue to form and there were complaints, and old Mahorja was upset at losing her job.

I despaired, I thought they would be fighting over her not immaterial and a continuing role as my slave was not something I had planned for, there was no room in my home, it worked like a well oiled motorcar already, all I really wanted was a dog to make the Idyll thoroughgoing, 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 dashing hopes to them with her pocket-sized breasts and pasty unhealthy pink color, I discussed putting her on the trump again but the girls did n't conceive it a good idea, and complained constantly that Grace ate our food and contributed nothing.

'' Ne parlons pas ! '' the girls would scold Grace when she tried to blab, she could n't seem to stop talking no affair how many sentence Ann or Bea swatted her with a thorny ramification and her rachis 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 feet farseeing and three column inch long and cut a slot in it at the mid degree about an inch and a half wide of the mark and a after part of an column inch high, then she gathered the other married woman and as they held Grace down and wedged her mouth open with small joint they teased free grace tongue through the hole in the strap and secured it behind her headway, so she could eat, drink and give head teacher but not talk anymore.

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

We sat around the fire most eventide, the girls tried to to outdo each other as they prepared the evening repast, and we all made certainly we left some to put in a bowl for state of grace who by now was reduced to eating our remnant like an animal except her long blond hair's-breadth trailed in her solid food and I refused to let the girls shave and oil Graces top dog, saying she would die of sunstroke !

It was then we realised goodwill 's modest breasts probably put N'Konga men off marrying her, how could such tiny by their standard, pear shape C cup breasts provide for a thirsty untried N'konga ?

We had to assist inadequate Grace so as a beginning step I had the girls bind flimsy antelope hide leather shoulder strap around gracility chest above and below her knocker, wide strap which they sewed in seat and then soaked with well piss and left her in the sun until they shrank which emphasised what breast she had and then the adjacent day they bound her boob with thinner straps, circle and round until her bosom reared improbably and then again when sewed in seat they soaked the bindings and let them contract, Grace could n't dissent, but her breasts swelled un naturally like some bdsm pornstar but still sadly the N'Konga were not impressed.

I worried her breasts would become gangrenous but while they went blue initially they soon became pink again and seemed to increase in size, certainly her tit now seemed almost permanently stimulated and raise.

I got into the habit of taking Grace with me when I went to see the whole works the N'Konga were doing, a long wall along the bank of the N'Konga river so the Crocodiles could no longer easily set on our tribesmen as they fished, and yard by yard our bronze jet black warriors extended the roadblock simply by using the rocks and interlocking them like the dry stone walls of home.

The pump for the groundwater water well worked well, turned by one or two mass walking endlessly around it supplied more fresh water than we needed, and under my direction the houses were slowly reconstructed with weatherproof corrugated blade ceiling and timbre form and bricks made of scorched mud.

grace had nothing to do and she took to following me, rather like a dog I thought, so some day I put a leash on her collar and took her with me as I toured the sites, she did n't like it at number one, but when she realised I would stop when she needed to she came to take that role and would stand patiently and ascertain as I worked and demonstrated what needed to be done.

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

'' You 're getting fat old girlfriend ! '' I told Ann and as I thought about it I realised grace 's tummy was no longer flat and hefty either, so that dark when we had finished our evening meal I hauled Grace in figurehead of us and demanded, `` Are you fraught ? '' she nodded. `` Then whose is it ? ``

My wives turned away embarrassed and Grace 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 overlord, so I swatted her with a ramification I had handy.

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

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

'' Grace will recount you, if you let her. '' Daisy suggested, and so for the first meter in months I looseed the leather shoulder strap around grace of God 's natural language and let her speak.

Grace could n't utter at offset, her tongue was swollen, but I left her for a patch and eventually she found her voice.

'' I missed two flow, '' 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 me Master, Bwana, My lord, something venerating. '' I insisted, `` And untie her hands someone. ``

'' They did it my Divine, '' Grace said sadly, `` With a little spoonful like stick, with your cum, ''

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

female genital organ blushed and said, `` It is N'Konga law, when the honcho dysprosium or is beaten all the chief 's wives except one, become the new headman 's wife. ``

'' And ? '' I queried.

'' We can not decide, we are all booster so if the honcho 's hard worker is the Chiefs married woman also then we can all rest. '' she said.

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

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

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

'' So why ? '' I asked.

'' You are no good at passion. '' Eve said brutally, `` We watch the N'Konga and grow green-eyed. ``
My ego kind of burst and lay fatally wounded in my boot, `` but you have done gravid thing for us, we are grateful but we will need solid Word as well as clever ones, '' Eve continued.

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

'' But tradition is for a conflict to the Death or until the old tribal chief resignation. '' 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 affair and then I go and live at the far end of the Greenwich Village as Village elder or I go away. ``

'' But N'Konga law says the Chief who is defeated can have only one married woman, the others are the new headman wives. '' Daisy said, I looked at her, she was a sweet girl, but no one wold say she was beautiful, quite often I closed my optic when I screwed her and dreamed it was Charlotte Church, or Marilyn Monroe or on one occasion even Grace that I was humping.

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

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

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

'' I do n't really bear a choice do I ? '' she said, `` Your wife or the new honcho 's slave, a difficult conclusion '' she said, sarcastically.

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

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

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

N'Konga union merely meant screwing the young woman publicly, on the sway in the Ithiel Town square, it was n't proper wedding but for the Son of big household it was all they could afford.

They dragged Grace away to the wellspring in a chorus of giggles and I went to my room, I rooted in my compositor's case until I found a washed-out white shirt, which went with my courtship, which figured Grace could wear out, and then after some fourth dimension relaxing and writing up my notes on Grace 's Laptop I heard the girls bringing thanksgiving back.

I could n't believe it they had braided blessing gorgeous golden hair, it looked horrific, absolutely appalling, but it did n't matter, `` The N'Konga are waiting, '' Celia warned.

'' seed here, '' I ordered and I held my hand out to good will, she came closer and I reached out for my trade knife, and carefully snipped the thin funnies of leather holding the piece of ivory into her cunt, she winced and grimaced as I pulled it out, and then to her alarm I took my pliers and snipped the atomic number 79 hoop through her clit.

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

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

'' I feel numb inside, it 's atrocious. '' she said.

'' Are you cook ? '' I asked, and when she nodded I took her arm and led her outside, the whole Greenwich Village seemed to stimulate 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 lastly affair I planned, after months of walking around with a lump of self-colored bone in her vagina I doubted she would even palpate 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 calculate after my baby wo n't you ? ``

'' Sure, you and the babe, '' I assured her, `` infant I should say. '' and then she just knelt down, yanked down my boxers and started to suck my semi strong prick, it sprang to tending mmediately so she dutifully lay back and spread her legs wide-cut, she looked amazing as her twat gaped obscenely and I really worried she would finger me inside her at all.

It was weird, I just shoved myself right field inside her, no messing about, she was so stretched it was instant. I thought I could give birth shoved my balls inside her as well she was so mucky, but after a duet of thrusts I felt her gripping me, `` apply me. '' she said, `` Ohhhhhh, ''

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

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

'' Do n't go to sleep on me ! '' she muttered, so I gave her a few tangible intemperate stab and she gasped,
'' Oh, heed my baby, '' she said, I forgot she was pregnant, `` Our baby ! '' she said, and she wrapped her legs polish up me `` Our sister ! '' 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 true I doubted.


She seemed lost when I handed her my shirt, `` Put it on for the wedding party pics. '' I suggested, and then I put her Laptop on a rock-and-roll and recorded Fanouka our music man blessing our union.

I asked if she took me for her married man and she said `` Yes ! '' I even put her old clit pack 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 gang dispersed. `` For graven image sake do something with your hair. '' I ordered.

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

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

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

'' Look, just get writing, you have some laptop computer bombardment left so read what you 're thinking. '' I suggested, and she stared.

'' That 's really thoughtful, '' she said, `` I will. ``

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

Grace worked away until the low assault and battery word of advice light came on, and then closed the lid and looked around to detect me sitting with the early 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 unmake her tightly braided hair, and she just sat and let me goldbrick away.

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

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

'' I want to go home plate, '' she said, `` But I do n't say. '' but I had my hand on her thigh and she knew when to stop talking, her sparse lips felt different to the thick African lips I had been accustomed to, and she seemed surprisingly leave, her sex moist as I reached tentatively up between her legs to part her sweet blue lips.

I eased my finger inside her and worked on her engorged clit with my digit, she gasped softly, her tit were already stiffening even before I unbuttoned the ovalbumin shirt I had let her borrow, and bent to gently kiss her breasts still a minor C cup perhaps but soft and sweet.

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

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

My early wives were kind to seemliness, they were cross that I had unbraided her whisker but we compromised with a variety of ponytail, and state of grace sort of took over my best shirts to wear and after some problems we had a new Chief, Aslan.

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

He seemed genuinely implicated, but I reassured him, what he did n't acknowledge was I had managed to recharge my phone from grace of God 's solar dialog box for her Laptop, it was multivoltage and just needed a bit of connecting wire fitted across, so suddenly I contacted the out of doors world.

It caused some consternation, to say the least, but the dawn following the election the clump of a Helicopter was heard once again and as an old Alexander Graham Bell Huey set down just outside 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 plain leaving the Village and the N'Konga far behind.

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

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

'' There 's no pauperization to remain married 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 think you wanted to, '' I said, `` You want the infant is that it ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' It 's Nice, '' she said, `` You see, ah, '' she said, `` I saw what you achieved with the N'Konga, '' she said, `` Stephen, you were magnificent, you were absolutely smart as a whip. ``

'' I did Ok, '' I said.

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

'' I guess, '' I said,

She carried on `` So no mention of thraldom, I became your wife, bury the slavery, do you understand ? ''

'' Suits me ! '' I agreed.

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

'' Anything else ? '' I asked.

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