N'Konga

The peachy N'Konga river shimmered in the summer high temperature as it sluggishly ambled between steep banks through the brown crisped forage of the summer knit and as I dreamed and planned which of my six married woman to sleep with next when a remote thudding heralded the imminent arrival of a helicopter.

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

It was n't supposed to be like this, just a gap year really, but a childhood as the son of a grease monkey in a Yorkshire mining village playing with machinery and a grade in Politics had set me up nicely for an isolated small town with a failed water pump, in fact not one but three failed water system ticker, one gasolene powered in full working order but no petrol, a wind ticker, with no nothingness, and an old lever action heart with a wiped out lever, and along I come, not on a gleaming whiten charger like a medeval knight but in a chime chopper with some introductory tools and a few sacks of food aid.

They thought I was the messiah, all I did was shorten the wind ticker shaft by two twelve foot surgical incision, dismantle the towboat and make a pair of handles so they could walk troll and round and pump the water up that way, but to a tribe used to fetching dirty water from the crocodile infested N'Konga river it was life-time changing.

Of line I should have got declined all the tributes offered, it was just the good-hearted employment I was supposed to do but I was young, it 's no self-justification but it 's my alibi, and I was only supposed to be there a hebdomad but somehow I was forgotten as there was no way to re charge my satellite phone when I left it on and flattened the battery, so I made the in effect of it in an orbit Aids had yet to reach.

The N'Konga kin group had fought among themselves for propagation, the leader seldom surviving for a year, his promise failing and sealing his fortune as the coming man challenged, fought, succeeded and then failed to drive home so in many way of life it was a relief for them to offer me the role as Tribal Chief.

I did n't appreciate that as chief I was expected to aim a wife from each of the three main fellowship but it was no rigour, and indeed it was now almost nine months since I had married them in a single moving and entirely nonmeaningful ceremony, I had re christened them, Ann, Beatrice ( Bea ), Celia, A, B, C you see, as their tribal figure were unquotable, certainly I could n't get my glossa around them, but we soon had a great resonance growing, and seeing their happines I was quickly approached by early concerned fathers of girls reaching marriageable age and so my home had grown to six married woman Daisy, Eve and Fanny having joined me in matrimonial blissfulness and fairly soon the prominence of their bellies was an indication six small fry would soon join them.

But now it seemed the much anticipated and dreaded return key to civilisation was imminent as the Charity review squad liveried chopper was upon us.

The Bell Jet Texas Ranger set down just beyond the end of `` Main Street, '' and I ordered my Tribal friends to form a guard of laurels, with their gig held at the slope which actually looked pretty aggressive and I waited for the inspector to descend.

We must have looked very dire, myself as foreman quite darkly tanned in my wide brimmed George Herbert Walker Bush hat open neck shirt and drawers, my men bare breasted, but with arm bands for rank and Khaki shorts and boots and the woman bare breasted wearing anything from a grass dame through skimpy panties to a designer garb five size of it too small which Ann as my figure 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 to the organisation, nine months of ignominious society had made me draw a blank how irresistible a fair skinned bazaar haired european female child really was, and I leered inappropriately as this vision of fairness descended from the port side passenger door.

I stared at her long lightly tanned legs stretching from her tight Khaki shorts to her practical Khaki boots and at her modest european breast tightening the fabric of her tight White River blouse, such a contrast to my kindred womens vast destitute 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 overdue. ``

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

'' Hello, '' she said, `` I 'm Grace, grace of God recounting ''

'' They do n't speak much English people yet, we 're mainly French talker here, '' I suggested, `` But what did you want to know ? '' I asked as surrounded by my warriors we stood on the sharpness of our Village where the galvanised steel roofing bed sheet of the wooden framed mud brick planetary house shone like mirrors in the blazing sun.

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

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

'' Oh, that 's most atypical, can we verbalise somewhere secret ? '' she asked.

'' Probably not, the girls will remember we are having sex, '' I said.

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

'' Which is largely irrelevant, '' I suggested `` As Ann will attach to you at all times. '' I motioned towards my own modest home, easily the largest in the Village with two floors and a reception room large enough for the unanimous federation of tribes to pinch into.

We went upstairs to my way, I sat behind my desk, it was quite a wise desk, I made it myself, in fact I built well-nigh of the household and did nearly all the work on my room, it was quite a smart room, I just about wore out the Mrs. Henry Wood plane planing the timber to panel out the mud brick wall so apart from no windows and no lighter it was as good as most garden sheds `` Do you deliver the accounts ? '' she asked, as she sat down opposite me on a wooden chairwoman I had made and Ann stood behind her.

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

'' There 's no ledger entry. '' she said.

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

'' But Mr Harding, am I to understand you are having intimate liaisons with native ? '' she said.

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

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

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

'' Being ill-mannered to Ann 's husband I suppose ! '' I explained, `` But seriously, yes I am head, more like Town Clerk than dictator, and according to tribal tradition I have a numeral of wives. ``

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

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

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

'' Titanic, '' I explained, `` I got the fellow to build a twin hull so the Crocs ca n't flex it over so easily. ``

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

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

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

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

'' 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 Rangers engines spooling up.

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

'' No, for gods sake, '' thanksgiving cried and hurled herself headlong down the stairs, ( Which I built ) and ran for the Bell, `` John, Wait ! '' she squealed as she sprinted down chief street with me following behind her..

'' Sorry, '' John the airplane pilot 's vocalism boomed from a speaker under the olfactory organ, `` But we ca n't deliver you reporting back to London, Bye ! '' and he swung away in a neatly executed departure, only to swoop low again and cast out her backpack.

'' Get on the radio set ! '' good will squealed.

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

It was an sticky situation, completely unexpected, but a few things became clear, such as it was n't an oversight that my satellite phone Photo cadre was missing fromm my kit and I was sure as shooting we travelled south east not south west to the Village when I came originally, and when thanksgiving said a unlike epithet for the Village where we had been left I knew it was no fortuity that we had been dumped here.

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

'' And you let them bed you have sex ? '' I asked. she nodded.

'' You stupefied kick ! '' I said, and this clock time she did hit me and this fourth dimension Bea and Fanny dragged her off me.

'' They 'll come looking for me ! '' Grace exclaimed hopefully.

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

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

'' Where ? '' I asked, `` I do n't have it away the way out, there 's rapids ten mi south so we ca n't get downstream in a boat easily, there 's shallows and a three way fork in the river to the due north, it 's not easy. ``

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

'' No I do n't and do n't be so awless, I 'm chieftain 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 minutes when I heard Grace shouting, `` Mr Haines ! '' she yelled, `` Mr Haines ! ``

There were six of my fittest young chaps surrounding grace trying to seduce her and she was finding it something of a civilisation shock, she was actually as tall as any of them, but their muscles rippled from rowing and digging, and they had n't realised that Grace was n't used to man in eatage chick showing their fully engorged genitals in a bid to gain her favours.

She should cause been in one-seventh heaven with a choice of three eight column inch pricks a seven and two sextet on offer but she was too dolt 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 give to get used to it until you marry. ``

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

'' You do address French people, '' 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 house supposedly for visiting dignitaries, I suppose you had better stay there. ``

She took my advice and barricaded herself in the room,

Tribal lore said guests were welcome for a week and a day, so gracility was waited on like royal family by my wives for the first couple of twenty-four hour period while Grace worked away on her information processing system, recharging it from a orderly Solar panel as she worked.

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

'' Tribal normal suggest guests may continue a week, but if they want to stay longer they must join our beau monde. '' 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 girl must fuck the Chirf senseless am I right field, '' she asked, `` because there is no way. ''

'' No '' I explained `` In your lawsuit you need to discover a husband, as you see there are no single woman of child carriage age. ``

'' No way ! '' she said.

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

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

'' That is the option, I ca n't let you catch some Z's under my roof beyond seven mean solar day, I 'm sorry. '' 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 want to be hateful, '' I told gracility, `` You hurt me if you disrespect my wife. ``

'' But they 're brute, they walk around one-half naked ! '' Grace complained.

'' 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 cow pen until someone will have you on, '' I explained, `` it 's something every local miss 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 transition between girlhood and woman, a girl belongs to her father, the adult female to her husband, so at first menstruation she is stripped defenseless and the father takes her clothes and it is for the husband to adorn her, if he wishes. ``

'' At menstruum ? '' she said agitatedly.

'' Well, in theory, '' I said, `` but it 's not fixed, these are decent mass, usually the girl finds her fellow but just occasionally a Father of the Church needs the old way to get a daughter to accept what is available and to forget her dreams. ''

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

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

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

'' He may prefer a bare pinch, '' I exlained, `` many young missy 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 master street then walking around naked with cum leaking down their second joint. ``

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

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

'' I want to fulfil the right hand man and have a White River wedding. '' she said firmly.

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

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

'' For a husband to select you as a married woman, '' I explained, `` he will wait to see you are aroused when you see he is, you should be bare breasted like the other girl so he sees your mamilla stiffen and really you should exhibit how wet you are for him. maybe a green goddess annulus or just a big wet dapple on your panties if you 're shy. ``

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

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

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

'' No, deadly grave, '' I said, `` the only early options are to pull up stakes or get a Tribal striver. ``

'' A What ? '' she asked.

'' They used to conquer people from neighbouring tribes and keep them as hard worker, '' I said, `` I do n't recollect you 'd wish that. ``

'' Better than being forced to consume 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 enceinte act of what you call beast. ``

'' Oh, '' she said.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Then do a parade, the young woman 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 issue one wife she knew exactly what to do, first they surrounded Grace and moved her into their sleeping quarters and as they stood round they giggled as they gently eased her clothes off a button at a time an inch at a metre but every move Grace made to hold out they out maneuvered her and tugged or pulled something else until a pile of apparel lay on the bed.

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

She stood in just her pinko bra and tiny Edward D. 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 indigene, '' she gasped, `` Oh hell. '' but it was only when she was fully out in the street that I symbolically undid her bra match and pulled down her scanty that she lost it and screamed `` Noooo ''

She tried to obliterate her white meat and sex with her hands but we were wise to that and as Eve and Bea held her arms I slipped a simple leather strap around her carpus 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 direct me to bed.

I resisted, I needed to be certainly nothing would go wrong as Grace realised she had nowhere to run to and our bronzed muscle moved in to agree her charms.

They were reticent at low gear as if afraid to touch, but then they became bolder and to a greater extent and more eagre, from gently stroking her pale hide and running their coarse dark digit through her long favorable hair's-breadth to checking the firmness of her flat well muscled belly before they explored the hot moist secret lieu beneath the furry down of her delicately golden pubic hair.
seemliness gasped and grimaced as the men, mere boys in my centre, eagerly pawed at Grace until despite everything her poor teat strained and her sex glistened and exude moisture and her resolve melted as rapidly as any uneducated native fille as groping and stimulation triggered the lust that lurked unsuspected deep in her psyche.

More and more people gathered as the good afternoon turned to early evening and the countersign spread that the Patrick White girl was being paraded for marriage, I watched in amusement as state of grace finally realised that here she was just the Lapplander as any other female person, all the awe she had become used to as a bookman and a E. B. White woman had been swept away and she knew equality and she realised she did n't like it.

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

The apprehension meant she must not be married without the possessor 's consent, and as she wore my dog collar that imply my consent, but it did n't mean no one must concern, only that they must n't actually have full sex with her, foreplay was fine and indeed expected, and the softness of her back talk and the nimbleness of her natural language and the flexibility of her throat were all things to be explored by her suitors.

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

'' What ! '' she gasped.

'' Fellatio, the men will want to see how soundly 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 option as firm dark skinned hands gently but firmly bent her from the waist.

'' We have no Cupid's itch or Aids, '' I reassured her, `` Relax, our own fille love their parades, they love the care, '' I said.

Her Anus cause amusement, dark against her average skin, a tiny pucker brown bud seemingly far too tiny to bury an eight inch penis in.

N'Balaskin was first to try her Anus, but the purple helmet of his slightly curved seven edge phallus slipped off each time her attempt to thrust at her, and her endeavor to kick him reminded me of a thoroughbred race horse trying to forefend 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 breath on her neck, his member against her but mainly the way her mammilla throbbed, purulent moistened until her juices ran uncontrollably and her clit cried out for attention.

N'Balaskin gasped, his eyes bulged and he suddenly shot his creamy freight over Grace 's refined back, he staggered slightly as he backed away but then he scooped some of his thick-skulled 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 spread out like the petals of an alien flower to reveal the pleasure of her tight dark play slideway.

N'Konga kindred never had babies in the hot season, so from November through January the adult female had to use their belittled orifice to please their men, and through 100 and thousand of eld of evolution the local anesthetic Tribes and evolved soft total anal retentive lips easily able-bodied to suit the largest cock without hassle, while hapless grace of God with her imply European porta was sadly deficient when it came to this necessity function.

N'Balaskin stretched the skin of her hind end taut pulling her orifice out-of-doors as he gradually workedmore and more cum into her as lubricant before his Friend and competition Timonarus took his place.

Grace screamed like a Hyena and lashed out with her foundation as Timonarus forced his foresightful but lissome black snake into Grace 's tight virgin ass column inch by agonise in, but the wow were silenced as N'Balaskin offered his now semi hard penis to grace of God sweet mouth and held her buttock so she could n't reverse away.

She clamped her jaw shut but wiling hands held her nose and laughingly pried her backtalk open so N'Balaskin could thrust himself past her teeth and deep into her throat.

grace of God had become expert with her mouth at University, where a gust job was standard currency for a dark out or a repast, even help with an assigning, but not filthy black peter, those were freshly showered and pink and much, practically shorter, she gagged, choked, coughed and then as N'Balaskin began to hunch her mouth in time Timonarus 's thrusting into her ass, her nous exploded in a kaleidoscope of asphixiated sense datum.

N'Balaskin hardened and shot a indorsement load within minutes nearly choking Grace but when he pulled out Timonarus replaced him merely to birth his dirty appendage cleaned, again as in K'Konga tribal tradition the girl was expected to keep her back passage, which the Tribal language translated as free rein Chute or secondary vagina, plum and fix for use at all times.

state of grace nearly passed out as she dutifully cleaned Timonarus 's cock and she completely missed the fact that Matumosaba had taken Timonarus 's office at her anus, that is until her push back quickly and easily within her now softly yielding ass pussy.

She hated herself, not for the humiliation, her tacit acceptance of her treatment, her failure to fight, but for the fact she was now desperate for a hammer, she did n't often birth 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 dilute walls of her ass enclosed space were making her yearn for something to fill the aching void of her pussy and soothe her now frantic clitoris.

My lady friend knew something of how poor Grace felt and they whispered among themselves and Daisy went to bring the hooter, one of many horns, antlers tusks and bones that they used when it was not their turn to sleep with me, but this was `` The Horn '' an antelope horn taken from a long dead beast but a hooter which had lost much of its long sharp end and had instead healed over to form a beautifully brush up end while the hollow end neatly fitted over the surviving rostrum of the luggage compartment of a stunted Akainsta tree which stood beside the briny street, a cunningly contrived instrument of torture, and the girls scraped away the mud around the base of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree until the saddle horn was at exactly the right pinnacle or so they judged so as to send off Grace wild.

Matumosaba took his pleasure and Helabia came up behind Grace, his brawny loins twitched just once to send his mighty slam deep into goodwill 's excruciate bowel and then he pounded her with dead rapid jabbing like an animal, his ebony tegument quite alien to her voiced pink beauty.

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

grace protested feebly as they lifted her over the snipe bulb end of the saddle horn quick to let her drop, until standing on tip toe the bulb was barely inside her, but as Grace stood beside the ambo they could see that their calculation were wrong so Bea promptly scooped mud away from around base of the tree diagram where state of grace bare ft would go, until the bulb of the horn was near her bellybutton and then they lifted her on.

The round horny knob nuzzled blessing sweet pink miserable mouth and Daisy gently pated them withe her digit and guided blessing over the knob, Grace gasped and struggled but she was helpless and she struggled frantically to put a groundwork or toe down as the female child lowered her down. Grace gasped as she found the horn filled her completely even when she found the primer with her foot and raised herself as senior high as she could, the horn still filled and the only relief cane when Helabia came up behind her once more and took some of her weight on his erection.

C of refinement now fell away as Grace struggled for her elusive sexual climax, everything in her being buzz except her poor unattended clit, the very induction that needed squeezing to get on the orgasmic state of hug drug which she craved and now she stood like a frustrate doe antelope desperate for satisfaction, ready to go for the showtime brave to offer her a place in his household. But none did. I worried, Tribal lore said no food or drink 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 Theodore Harold White men take her and my tyke away, '' Adamsnith asked when I enquired why he did n't offer state of grace a mail service as junior married woman in his minor harem.

It was unheard of but she was used by ten that first night, and as the darkness fell my girls took her consume and let her lie down and sleep on their bedroom trading floor, and then when she woke they denied her postulation for food and water and took her again to the cornet and guided her down, this time they tied a leash to her shoe collar as well to keep back her down.

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

She was so light that I had the girls take her interior, where she lay sweating on the mud level until the mud stained her fair skin to a filthy golden tan.

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

She was n't my wife, she had to determine so I had Wagnanga our most skillful bone statue maker make Grace a pacifier, a bit of thighbone from an Elephant perhaps that the girl held grace of God down long enough for Wahananga to stick in between Grace 's sweet pussy sass and deep into her vagina, then when it was it in Celia pierced state of grace pussy sass and passed thin comic strip of antelope fell through them and on through the mess in the bone and sewed them tight until her sweet lips were clamped tight around the protruding hooter while still leaving a tiny hole for her to bleed through.

'' Why ! '' she wailed, but they were not finished and Daisy expertly speared blessing 's clitoris with a os needle and attached first a gold ring and then a medallion to hang up from her clit.

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

I suggested Grace be set to work pumping water walking round and rhythm endlessly pushing the longsighted lever which worked the heart but she was useless, she kept stopping, Daisy said state of grace kept having orgasms from the bone inside her vagina and the laurel wreath on her button but I knew she was just lazy from years of idleness at university, so I had individual party whip her every time she stopped, Bea whipped Grace one cockcrow but she gave up and pushed the bar around herself because she was so frustrated with seemliness 's invariable pauperization to lay off 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 water ditch and dry them with dry Metacarpa leaves, but she was bungling, often she would vellicate the mens penises making them raise and then she would have to service them with her back talk or ass causing a queue to form and there were charge, and old Mahorja was upset at losing her job.

I despaired, I thought they would be fighting over her not immaterial and a continuing persona as my slave was not something I had planned for, there was no way in my household, it worked like a well anoint machine already, all I really wanted was a dog to make the Idyll finish, but instead I had this cunt.

It bothered me that no N'Konga had wanted Grace for his wife, but it seemed she was a disappointment to them with her small breasts and pasty unhealthy pinko color, I discussed putting her on the hooter again but the girls did n't reckon it a serious idea, and complained constantly that free grace ate our food and contributed nothing.

'' Ne parlons pas ! '' the daughter would scold saving grace when she tried to talk, she could n't seem to turn back talking no matter how many times Ann or Bea swatted her with a thorny branch and her back was in danger of becoming scarred so I had a discussion with Eve and she knew exactly what to do. she took a wide flight strip of leather about two ft long and three column inch long and cut a slot in it at the mid power point about an inch and a half wide and a twenty-five percent of an inch high, then she gathered the former married woman and as they held Grace down and wedged her mouth open with small-scale sticks they teased goodwill knife through the hole in the strap and secured it behind her chief, so she could eat, salute and give way head but not talk anymore.

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

We sat around the flaming most even, the little girl tried to to outdo each former as they prepared the evening meal, and we all made trusted we left some to put in a bowl for thanksgiving who by now was reduced to eating our remnant like an animal except her hanker blond hair trailed in her food and I refused to let the female child shave and oil free grace head, saying she would die of thermic fever !

It was then we realised free grace 's small-scale breasts probably put N'Konga men off marrying her, how could such lilliputian by their monetary standard, pear material body C cup breasts provide for a hungry Danton True Young N'konga ?

We had to help inadequate Grace so as a first gear footfall I had the missy bind thin antelope hide leather strap around Graces chest above and below her boob, wide straps which they sewed in place and then soaked with well water and left her in the sun until they shrank which emphasised what breast she had and then the next day they bound her breast with thinner shoulder strap, round and round until her knocker reared improbably and then again when sewed in situation they soaked the back and let them declaration, goodwill could n't protest, but her knocker swelled un naturally like some bdsm pornstar but still sadly the N'Konga were not impressed.

I worried her titty would suit gangrenous but while they went blue initially they soon became tap again and seemed to increase in size, certainly her teat now seemed almost permanently stimulated and erect.

I got into the habit of taking goodwill with me when I went to break the full treatment the N'Konga were doing, a retentive wall along the bank of the N'Konga river so the Crocodiles could no longer easily attack our tribesmen as they fished, and yard by yard our tanned ebony warriors extended the roadblock simply by using the rocks and interlocking them like the dry stone paries of home.

The ticker for the groundwater water well worked well, turned by one or two hoi polloi walking endlessly around it supplied more fresh water than we needed, and under my educational activity the firm were slowly reconstructed with weatherproof corrugated steel ceiling and timber soma and bricks made of parched mud.

thanksgiving 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 land site, she did n't like it at first, but when she realised I would stop over when she needed to she came to accept that role and would stick out patiently and ascertain as I worked and demonstrated what needed to be done.

We kept thanksgiving silenced with the knife gag for ages, 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 Grace 's tum was no foresightful flat and muscular either, so that night when we had finished our evening meal I hauled Grace in front end of us and demanded, `` Are you fraught ? '' she nodded. `` Then whose is it ? ``

My married woman 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 master, so I swatted her with a leg I had handy.

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

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

'' Grace will tell you, if you let her. '' Daisy suggested, and so for the for the first time meter in calendar month I looseed the leather shoulder strap around Grace 's tongue and let her speak.

saving grace could n't speak at first, her tongue was swollen, but I left her for a while and eventually she found her voice.

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

'' Whose is it ? '' I asked, `` The accuracy 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 reverential. '' I insisted, `` And untie her hands someone. ``

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

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

seat blushed and said, `` It is N'Konga law, when the chief dies or is beaten all the chief 's wives except one, suit the new chief 's married woman. ``

'' And ? '' I queried.

'' We can not adjudicate, we are all friends so if the Chief 's slave is the Chiefs wife also then we can all stay. '' she said.

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

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

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

'' So why ? '' I asked.

'' You are no good at love. '' Eve said brutally, `` We watch the N'Konga and mature overjealous. ``
My ego sort of crumple and lay fatally wounded in my thrill, `` but you have done great things for us, we are thankful but we will need inviolable sons as well as clever one, '' Eve continued.

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

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

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

'' hard-on ? '' she asked.

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

'' But N'Konga law says the foreman who is defeated can make only one wife, the others are the new boss wife. '' Daisy said, I looked at her, she was a sweet daughter, but no one wold say she was beautiful, quite often I closed my eyes 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 ways around that, I take it you all want to stay together ? '' Six principal nodded in unison. `` Then you better see me another married woman. ``

'' But you must get married goodwill, '' Ann said pointedly, `` She bears you child. ``

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

'' I do n't really birth a choice do I ? '' she said, `` Your married woman or the new chief 's slave, a difficult decision '' she said, sarcastically.

'' Fetch Fanouka, '' I ordered, Fanouka was our medicament man cum non-Christian priest, `` We shall lionise our union the N'Konga way. ``

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

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

N'Konga uniting merely meant screwing the little girl publicly, on the rock in the Town square, it was n't right wedding but for the sons of big families it was all they could afford.

They dragged good will away to the well in a refrain of giggles and I went to my room, I rooted in my casing until I found a washy white shirt, which went with my suit of clothes, which figured saving grace could assume, and then after some time relaxing and writing up my notes on saving grace 's laptop computer I heard the miss bringing Grace back.

I could n't think it they had braided thanksgiving gorgeous golden hair's-breadth, it looked awing, absolutely appalling, but it did n't matter, `` The N'Konga are waiting, '' Celia warned.

'' come here, '' I ordered and I held my hand out to goodwill, she came closer and I reached out for my guile knife, and carefully snipped the thin slip of leather holding the piece of off-white into her cunt, she winced and grimaced as I pulled it out, and then to her consternation I took my pair of pliers and snipped the gold 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 horrible. '' she said.

'' Are you ready ? '' I asked, and when she nodded I took her arm and led her outside, the unharmed village seemed to bear 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 survive thing I planned, after months of walking around with a glob of strong osseous tissue 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 look after my infant wo n't you ? ``

'' Sure, you and the sister, '' I assured her, `` Babies I should say. '' and then she just knelt down, yanked down my shorts and started to suck my articulated lorry grueling cock, it sprang to attention mmediately so she dutifully lay back and spread her legs wide, she looked awe-inspiring as her twat gaped obscenely and I really worried she would feel me inside her at all.

It was weird, I just shoved myself right wing inside her, no messing about, she was so stretched it was blink of an eye. I thought I could have shoved my testicle inside her as well she was so loose-fitting, but after a couple of thrusting I felt her gripping me, `` defend 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 strange that her skin and mine were the Sami colour, it was unmanageable to see where she ended and I began, and her skin was so flabby against me, I had forgotten just how soft white little girl were compared to the coarse skinned coarse haired native girlfriend and I pretty much relaxed into grace of God 's embracing warmth.

'' Do n't go to sleep on me ! '' she muttered, so I gave her a few literal hard poke and she gasped,
'' Oh, take care my baby, '' she said, I forgot she was pregnant, `` Our baby ! '' she said, and she wrapped her branch flesh out me `` Our infant ! '' she repeated.

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


She seemed confounded when I handed her my shirt, `` Put it on for the wedding ceremony moving-picture show. '' I suggested, and then I put her laptop on a careen and recorded Fanouka our medication man blessing our union.

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

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

I led her inside, she seemed somehow calm, `` 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 face, `` God I 'm sorry ! '' she apologised.

'' flavour, just get writing, you have some Laptop electric battery left so book 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. ``

state of grace worked away until the low shelling warning Light came on, and then closed the lid and looked around to find me sitting with the former wives, she looked for somewhere to sit with us but Ann suggested we should be alone so I took Grace to my elbow room where I sat her down and started to unwrap her tightly braided hair, and she just sat and let me fiddle away.

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

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

'' I want to go home, '' she said, `` But I do n't presuppose. '' but I had my hand on her thigh and she knew when to bar talking, her dilute brim felt different to the slurred African brim I had been accustomed to, and she seemed surprisingly volition, her sex moist as I reached tentatively up between her leg to part her sweet low-down lips.

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

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

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

My former wife were form to Grace, they were cross that I had unbraided her hair but we compromised with a form of ponytail, and goodwill sorting of took over my expert shirts to wear and after some problems we had a new Chief, Aslan.

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

He seemed genuinely concerned, but I reassured him, what he did n't know was I had managed to reload my speech sound from Grace 's solar panel for her Laptop, it was multivoltage and just needed a bit of connecting conducting wire fitted across, so suddenly I contacted the outside world.

It caused some consternation, to say the least, but the morning following the election the thumping of a Helicopter was heard once again and as an old Melville Bell Huey set down just outside township so we were waiting with a single guinea pig and Grace 's Laptop and within a duet of minutes we were swinging away across the plains leaving the small town and the N'Konga far behind.

'' young woman relation, Mr Harding, '' Tanakula Masanabe the local administrator for UniChar greeted us, but Grace 's reaction startled me.

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

'' There 's no pauperism to stay on tie if you do n't want to. '' I suggested.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' I did Ok, '' I said.

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

'' I guess, '' I said,

She carried on `` So no credit of slaveholding, I became your married woman, leave the slavery, do you realise ? ''

'' Suits me ! '' I agreed.

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

'' Anything else ? '' I asked.

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