N'Konga

The great N'Konga river shimmered in the summer warmth as it sluggishly ambled between usurious money box through the Brown University crisped grass of the summer plain and as I dreamed and planned which of my six wives to slumber with next when a removed thudding heralded the close at hand arriver of a helicopter.

It was not unexpected but undoubtedly unwished-for, a blade of Damacles hanging over my little pastorale as I ruled over my own small town of some three hundred N'Konga tribesmen and fair sex and a huge number of children.

It was n't supposed to be like this, just a gap yr really, but a childhood as the son of a mechanic in a Yorkshire mining village playing with machinery and a point in Politics had set me up nicely for an set-apart village with a failed H2O heart, in fact not one but three failed water pumps, one petrol powered in full working monastic order but no gasolene, a idle words pump, with no jazz, and an old lever legal action pump with a broken lever, and along I come, not on a gleaming white courser like a medeval horse but in a toll Helicopter with some BASIC instrument and a few sacks of nutrient aid.

They thought I was the christ, all I did was shorten the wind pump diaphysis by two twelve understructure sections, dismantle the tower and make a couple of handles so they could walk round and round and pump the piddle up that way, but to a tribe used to fetching lousy pee from the crocodile infested N'Konga river it was life changing.

Of course I should ingest declined all the tributes offered, it was just the Charitable body of work I was supposed to do but I was young, it 's no exculpation but it 's my apology, and I was only supposed to be there a week but somehow I was forgotten as there was no way to re charge my satellite phone when I left it on and flattened the bombardment, so I made the secure of it in an area attention had yet to reach.

The N'Konga kindred had fought among themselves for generations, the leader seldom surviving for a year, his promise failing and sealing his portion as the coming man challenged, fought, succeeded and then failed to deliver so in many room it was a relief for them to provide me the role as Tribal Chief.

I did n't appreciate that as chief I was expected to ingest a wife from each of the three chief crime syndicate but it was no hardship, and indeed it was now almost nine calendar month since I had married them in a single moving and entirely meaningless ceremonial occasion, I had re christened them, Ann, Beatrice ( Bea ), Celia, A, B, C you see, as their tribal name were unquotable, certainly I could n't get my tongue around them, but we soon had a outstanding resonance growing, and seeing their happines I was quickly approached by other concerned fathers of female child reaching marriageable age and so my home had grown to six wife Daisy, Eve and Fanny having joined me in marital bliss and fairly soon the intumescence of their venter was an indication six children would soon fall in them.

But now it seemed the much anticipated and dreaded return to culture was imminent as the brotherly love inspection Team liveried chopper was upon us.

The Bell Jet Ranger set down just beyond the end of `` main Street, '' and I ordered my Tribal friends to mould a safety device of purity, with their spears held at the side which actually looked somewhat strong-growing and I waited for the inspectors to descend.

We must have looked very direful, myself as chief quite darkly tanned in my wide brimmed bush hat spread out cervix shirt and boxershorts, my men bare breasted, but with arm striation for rank and Khaki short pants and boot and the woman bare breasted wearing anything from a supergrass skirt through skimpy scanty to a designer attire five sizing too small which Ann as my numeral one married woman somehow managed to squeeze into or possibly through !

It quickly registered that one of the Helicopters occupier was a woman, but when she opened the room access and stepped out her beauty was a stupor to the system, nine months of smutty ship's company had made me forget how irresistible a fair skinned fair haired european girl really was, and I leered inappropriately as this vision of loveliness descended from the port wine slope passenger door.

I stared at her long lightly tanned legs stretching from her fuddled Khaki underdrawers to her practical Khaki boots and at her modest european breasts tightening the fabric of her tight white blouse, such a contrast to my tribes womens huge free people swinging udders.

'' Mr Harding, '' she queried as I stepped forward, `` I 'm Grace singing, 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 go, `` And Daisy, Eve and bottom. ``

'' howdy, '' she said, `` I 'm Grace, state of grace Telling ''

'' They do n't speak lots English yet, we 're mainly French speakers here, '' I suggested, `` But what did you desire to get it on ? '' I asked as surrounded by my warriors we stood on the boundary of our hamlet where the galvanised steel roofing sheets of the wooden framed mud brick business firm shone like mirrors in the blaze sun.

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

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

'' Oh, that 's most insurgent, can we blab out somewhere secret ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' Which is largely irrelevant, '' I suggested `` As Ann will companion you at all prison term. '' I motioned towards my own modest home, easily the with child in the hamlet with two floors and a reception room large enough for the whole tribe to squeeze into.

We went upstairs to my elbow room, I sat behind my desk, it was quite a ache desk, I made it myself, in fact I built most of the house and did nearly all the oeuvre on my room, it was quite a ache room, I just about wore out the wood plane planing the timber to venire out the mud brick paries so apart from no windows and no ignitor it was as serious as nigh garden sheds `` Do you have the bill ? '' she asked, as she sat down opposite me on a wooden chair I had made and Ann stood behind her.

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

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

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

'' But Mr Harding, am I to understand you are having sexual amour with aborigine ? '' she said.

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

'' You 're an brute ! '' she snapped, and reached forward as if to excise me, but Ann was too warm for her and dragged her back into her chairperson by her prospicient blonde hair.

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

'' Being primitive to Ann 's husband I suppose ! '' I explained, `` But seriously, yes I am chief, more like Town Clerk than dictator, and according to tribal tradition I have a number of married woman. ``

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

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

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

'' Titanic, '' I explained, `` I got the feller to construct a matching Cordell Hull so the Crocs ca n't twist it over so easy. ``

'' But they have traditions, 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 cause a cue, degree in Sociology and. ``

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

'' I did n't, your mental attitude maybe, '' I suggested, `` Reckon you need a few month out here to learn not a dyad of years partying your was through public lecture. ``

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

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

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

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

'' No, for graven image sake, '' Grace cried and hurled herself headlong down the stairs, ( Which I built ) and ran for the buzzer, `` Saint John the Apostle, Wait ! '' she squealed as she sprinted down main street with me following behind her..

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

'' Get on the radio receiver ! '' thanksgiving squealed.

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

It was an awkward billet, completely unexpected, but a few things became sack up, such as it was n't an oversight that my satellite phone photograph cell was missing fromm my kit and I was surely we travelled south due east not south west to the Village when I came originally, and when 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 supplying, '' she said, `` Having affairs with. '' she stopped, `` Just like you ! ``

'' And you let them know you get it on ? '' I asked. she nodded.

'' You pudding head gripe ! '' I said, and this sentence she did hit me and this time 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 natives. '' I pointed out, '' but hey life 's not so bad. ``

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

'' Where ? '' I asked, `` I do n't know the way out, there 's rapids ten mil south so we ca n't get downstream in a gravy holder easily, there 's shallows and a three way fork in the river to the north, it 's not slowly. ``

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

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

'' prevaricator ! '' she repeated.

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

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

There were six of my set untested chaps surrounding Grace trying to make her and she was finding it something of a culture 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 gentlemen in grass bird showing their fully engorged genitals in a bid to realize her favours.

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

'' They exposed themselves, '' she said.

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

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

'' You do speak 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 family supposedly for visiting dignitaries, I suppose you had serious stay there. ``

She took my advice and barricaded herself in the room,

Tribal traditional knowledge said Edgar Guest were welcome for a hebdomad and a day, so grace was waited on like royalty by my wife for the first pair of daylight while Grace worked away on her data processor, recharging it from a nifty Solar panel as she worked.

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

'' Tribal rules suggest guests may stay a week, but if they want to rest longer they must fall in our society. '' I said.

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

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

'' A girl must sleep together the Chirf senseless am I right, '' she asked, `` because there is no way. ''

'' No '' I explained `` In your eccentric you need to find a hubby, as you see there are no single women of child aim age. ``

'' No way ! '' she said.

'' Then you must go away. '' 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 kip under my ceiling beyond seven mean solar day, I 'm good-for-naught. '' I explained, `` It 's not clean to my married woman. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Grace, unless you find a husband in the next four days you will be paraded nude through the village and kept tied up in the cattle pen until someone will take you on, '' I explained, `` it 's something every local anaesthetic girl has to go through when she starts menstruating just as every boy has to catch a Zebra or Croc. ``

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

'' Yes, '' I explained, `` it marks the modulation between girlhood and woman, a girl belongs to her beginner, the woman to her husband, so at first off flow she is stripped raw and the father takes her wearing apparel and it is for the husband to enclothe her, if he wishes. ``

'' At menstruation ? '' she said agitatedly.

'' fountainhead, in hypothesis, '' I said, `` but it 's not fixed, these are decent hoi polloi, usually the missy finds her fellow but just occasionally a Church Father needs the old way to get a daughter to accept what is usable and to forget her aspiration. ''

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' For a husband to take you as a married woman, '' I explained, `` he will expect to see you are aroused when you see he is, you should be naked 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 skirt or just a big wet eyepatch on your panty if you 're shy. ``

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

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

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

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

'' A What ? '' she asked.

'' They used to capture mass from neighbouring federation of tribes and hold on them as slaves, '' I said, `` I do n't recollect you 'd like that. ``

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

'' Ah I think that with your facial expression and ah, singularity, '' I suggested, `` you would find yourself having sex with a large telephone number of what you call beast. ``

'' Oh, '' she said.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Then do a parade, the girls 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 book of instructions and as act one wife she knew exactly what to do, first they surrounded Grace and moved her into their quiescency quarters and as they stood round they giggled as they gently eased her apparel off a button at a clock time an in at a time but every move free grace made to refuse they out maneuvered her and tugged or pulled something else until a pile of wearing apparel lay on the bed.

I had a simple leather choker and when I judged the sentence right I approached her, `` They wo n't do anything you do n't encourage if you wear my pinch, '' I suggested and my fingers trembled slightly as I buckled the emblematic Tribal slave dog collar around her neck.

She stood in just her pink bra and petite white panties, barefoot now, strangely pinko against my jet black skinned harem, and the lady friend ushered her from the house.

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

She tried to hide out her breasts and sex with her workforce but we were wise to that and as Eve and Bea held her limb I slipped a simple leather strap around her wrists and tied her work force 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 extend me to bed.

I resisted, I needed to be sure as shooting nothing would go wrong as state of grace realised she had nowhere to run to and our tanned musclemen moved in to learn her charms.

They were reticent at initiative as if afraid to touch, but then they became bolder and more and More eager, from gently stroking her picket skin and running their coarse dark fingerbreadth through her recollective golden hair to checking the soundness of her flat well muscled belly before they explored the hot moist secret places beneath the furry down of her fine favourable pubic hair.
Grace gasped and grimaced as the men, mere boys in my eyes, eagerly pawed at seemliness until despite everything her poor nipples strained and her sex glistened and oozed wet and her resolve melted as rapidly as any uneducated aboriginal young woman as groping and stimulation triggered the luxuria that lurked unsuspected deep in her nous.

Thomas More and more mass gathered as the afternoon turned to early eve and the word feast that the white girl was being paraded for marriage, I watched in entertainment as goodwill finally realised that here she was just the Sami as any other female, all the reverence she had become used to as a student and a white fair sex had been swept away and she knew equality and she realised she did n't like it.

I had n't dared warn her of the Tribal customs, because I had to be seen to care for he fairly as if she were just another stray save female person who had joined our piddling community, rather than as something especial, 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 entail no one must touch, only that they must n't actually have full phase of the moon sex with her, foreplay was fine and indeed expected, and the unmanliness of her mouth and the agility of her lingua and the flexibleness of her throat were all things to be explored by her suitors.

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

'' What ! '' she gasped.

'' Fellatio, the men will need to see how safe you are at giving psyche and. '' I paused.

'' What ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

Her Anus cause amusement, dark against her comely cutis, a tiny puckered brown bud seemingly far too midget to bury an eight in penis in.

N'Balaskin was first to try her Anus, but the purple helmet of his slightly curved seven column inch penis slipped off each meter her tried to thrust at her, and her attempts to kick him cue me of a pureblooded race buck trying to stave off being saddled,

N'Balaskin gave up after a few endeavour contenting himself with dry humping her ass whirl while squashing her white meat and crushing her nipples, she hated every second, his caresses his breath on her neck, his phallus against her but mainly the way her teat throbbed, pussy moistened until her juices ran uncontrollably and her clitoris cried out for attention.

N'Balaskin gasped, his eyes bulged and he suddenly shot his creamy load over Grace 's graceful back, he staggered slightly as he backed away but then he scooped some of his thick creamy cum up on his finger and transferred it to her anus, working it around and around the tiny brownness bud until it seemed to open up like the petal of an exotic flower to unveil the joy of her tight darkness romp slide.

N'Konga tribe never had babies in the hot time of year, so from November through January the women had to use their smaller orifice to delight their men, and through hundreds and one thousand of geezerhood of evolution the local Tribes and evolved flabby good anal mouth easily able to accommodate the largest rooster without fuss, while pathetic grace with her mean European orifice was sadly deficient when it came to this requirement function.

N'Balaskin stretched the tegument of her arse taut pulling her orifice undefended 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 foot as Timonarus forced his long but slender black snake into gracility 's tight virgin ass inch by agonised column inch, but the screeching were silenced as N'Balaskin offered his now semi hard phallus to grace of God confection lip and held her impudence so she could n't wrench away.

She clamped her jaw shut but wiling custody held her nose and laughingly pried her backtalk assailable so N'Balaskin could force himself past her teeth and mysterious into her throat.

gracility had become practiced with her back talk at University, where a reversal job was standard currency for a nighttime out or a meal, even facilitate with an assignment, but not dirty pitch blackness cocks, those were freshly showered and pink and much, often shorter, she gagged, choked, coughed and then as N'Balaskin began to be intimate her back talk in time Timonarus 's thrusts into her ass, her judgement exploded in a kaleidoscope of asphixiated whiz.

N'Balaskin hardened and shot a second load within mo nearly choking Grace but when he pulled out Timonarus replaced him merely to have his nasty appendage cleaned, again as in K'Konga tribal tradition the daughter was expected to prevent her back passage, which the Tribal language translated as Play sloping trough or subaltern vagina, uncontaminating and ready for use at all times.

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

She hated herself, not for the humiliation, her silent acceptance of her treatment, her failure to scrap, but for the fact she was now do-or-die for a cock, she did n't often give 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 reduce rampart of her ass tooth decay were making her yearn for something to fill the aching void of her kitty-cat and comfort her now frantic clitoris.

My girls knew something of how pitiful goodwill felt and they whispered among themselves and Daisy went to fetch the cornet, one of many motor horn, antlers ivory 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 farseeing dead beast but a horn which had lost much of its hanker incisive end and had instead healed over to spring a beautifully rounded end while the hollow end neatly fitted over the surviving pulpit of the luggage compartment of a stunted Akainsta tree which stood beside the main street, a cunningly contrived instrument of torture, and the young lady scraped away the mud around the bag of the Tree until the saddle horn was at exactly the right altitude or so they judged so as to send Grace wild.

Matumosaba took his pleasure and Helabia came up behind saving grace, his powerful pubic region twitched just once to send his mighty scape deep into goodwill 's tortured intestine and then he pounded her with short rapid thrusts like an animal, his coal black skin quite foreign to her balmy garden pink beauty.

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

Grace protested feebly as they lifted her over the rounded bulb end of the hooter ready to let her drop down, until standing on tip toe the bulb was barely inside her, but as seemliness stood beside the Stump they could see that their calculation were amiss so Bea promptly scooped mud away from around base of the tree where seemliness bare infantry would go, until the bulb of the horn was near her navel and then they lifted her on.

The lash out horny knob nuzzled goodwill unfermented pink low-down lips and Daisy gently pated them withe her fingers and guided Grace over the pommel, 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 horn filled her completely even when she found the footing with her foot and raised herself as high-pitched as she could, the French horn still filled and the only if relief cane when Helabia came up behind her once more and took some of her weight unit on his erection.

century of civilisation now fell away as Grace struggled for her elusive climax, everything in her being buzz except her pathetic leave out clit, the very initiation that needed squeezing to get on the orgasmic state of raptus which she craved and now she stood like a frustrated doe antelope desperate for satisfaction, make to go for the kickoff brave to volunteer her a place in his household. But none did. I worried, Tribal traditional knowledge said no food or drink could be offered until a whirl had been made and excepted but my Tribesmen viewed her as a mere whore and not a dangerous wife.

'' What will I do when the white men exact her and my children away, '' Adamsnith asked when I enquired why he did n't propose state of grace a stake as next-to-last wife in his modest harem.

It was unheard of but she was used by ten that first night, and as the swarthiness fell my miss took her downcast and let her lie down and sleep on their bedroom level, and then when she woke they denied her requests for food and urine and took her again to the trumpet and guided her down, this time they tied a leash to her arrest as well to make her down.

seemliness squirmed on her Emily Price Post, the cum cascading down her throat sated her thirstiness but still no one offered, and towards noon she started bleeding, I was severely worried but it was just her period and as laid down in the unwritten Tribal laws we had to subscribe to her down.

She was so weak that I had the girl take her inside, where she lay sweating on the mud trading floor until the mud stained her fair skin to a smutty aureate tan.

The sentence had passed for union when the bleeding stopped, she was my slave according to N'Konga law, so I had responsibleness, but grace of God could n't see that. Still she clung to her ideas of western superiority but when Celia began skillfully altering Grace 's dress and giving them to other federation of tribes hoi polloi 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 learn so I had Wagnanga our most skillful os carver make goodwill a comforter, a objet d'art of femoris from an Elephant perhaps that the girls held Grace down long enough for Wahananga to put in between thanksgiving 's seraphic slit lips and mysterious into her vagina, then when it was it in Celia pierced grace of God pussycat sassing and passed thin funnies of antelope hide through them and on through the trap in the bone and sewed them tight until her sweet mouth were clamped tight around the protruding horn while still leaving a tiny kettle of fish for her to phlebotomize through.

'' Why ! '' she wailed, but they were not finished and Daisy expertly speared Grace 's clit with a os needle and attached first a amber doughnut and then a laurel wreath to hang from her clit.

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

I suggested Grace be set to work pumping water walking round and troll endlessly pushing the foresighted lever which worked the pump but she was useless, she kept stopping, Daisy said Grace kept having orgasms from the bone inside her vagina and the decoration on her clit but I knew she was just lazy from years of idleness at university, so I had someone party whip her every time she stopped, Bea whipped Grace one morning but she gave up and pushed the bar around herself because she was so defeated with Grace 's constant need to stop 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 drug user with wet sponge like Metacarpa plant leaves dipped in the the sweet water system ditch and dry them with dry Metacarpa leaves, but she was clumsy, often she would tickle the hands penises making them erect and then she would possess to service them with her rima oris or ass causing a queue to forge and there were ailment, and old Mahorja was upset at losing her job.

I despaired, I thought they would be fighting over her not indifferent and a continuing use as my slave was not something I had planned for, there was no room in my house, it worked like a well oiled simple machine already, all I really wanted was a dog to stool the Idyll staring, but instead I had this bitch.

It bothered me that no N'Konga had wanted Grace for his married woman, but it seemed she was a letdown to them with her pocket-sized breasts and mucilaginous insalubrious pink color, I discussed putting her on the horn again but the fille did n't retrieve it a good idea, and complained constantly that Grace ate our food and contributed nothing.

'' Ne parlons pas ! '' the fille would scold Grace when she tried to spill the beans, she could n't seem to stop talking no issue how many times Ann or Bea swatted her with a thorny outgrowth and her back was in peril of becoming scarred so I had a treatment with Eve and she knew exactly what to do. she took a wide-cut slip of leather about two feet long and three inches long and cut a slot in it at the mid point about an inch and a half wide and a quarter of an inch high, then she gathered the early wife and as they held free grace down and wedged her back talk capable with pocket-size peg they teased seemliness tongue through the muddle in the strap and secured it behind her head, so she could eat, drink and give head but not verbalize anymore.

Of path saving grace tried to pull it off so we cuffed her hands behind her and she became completely useless.

We sat around the fire most eve, the girls tried to to surpass each other as they prepared the eventide meal, and we all made trusted we left some to put in a bowlful for blessing who by now was reduced to eating our leftovers like an fauna except her foresighted blonde whisker trailed in her nutrient and I refused to let the girl shave and oil Graces head, saying she would die of insolation !

It was then we realised grace of God 's modest breasts probably put N'Konga men off marrying her, how could such tiny by their standards, pear shape C cup breasts provide for a thirsty Whitney Young N'konga ?

We had to serve poor Grace so as a firstly whole step I had the fille bind thin antelope skin leather shoulder strap around Graces chest above and below her tit, wide straps which they sewed in office and then soaked with well water and left her in the sun until they shrank which emphasised what breast she had and then the future day they bound her breast with diluent strap, round and round until her breasts reared improbably and then again when sewed in place they soaked the bindings and let them contract, Grace could n't protest, 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 gamy initially they soon became knock again and seemed to increase in size, certainly her tit now seemed almost permanently stimulated and upright.

I got into the habit of taking Grace with me when I went to check up on the works the N'Konga were doing, a long wall along the money box of the N'Konga river so the Crocodiles could no longer easily attack our tribesmen as they fished, and yard by yard our bronzed ebony warriors extended the barrier simply by using the rock'n'roll and interlocking them like the dry stone paries of home.

The pump for the groundwater water well worked well, turned by one or two people walking endlessly around it supplied more newly piss than we needed, and under my statement the houses were slowly reconstructed with weatherproof corrugated steel cap and woodland frames and bricks made of baked mud.

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

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

'' You 're getting fat old fille ! '' I told Ann and as I thought about it I realised blessing 's tummy was no longer prostrate and brawny either, so that Nox when we had finished our evening repast I hauled grace of God in front of us and demanded, `` Are you pregnant ? '' 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 master, so I swatted her with a branch I had handy.

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

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

'' Grace will narrate you, if you let her. '' Daisy suggested, and so for the first metre in months I looseed the leather shoulder strap around Grace 's tongue and let her speak.

state of grace could n't talk at first, her spit was swollen, but I left her for a piece and eventually she found her voice.

'' I missed two periods, '' 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.

'' holler me Master, Bwana, My noble, something respectful. '' I insisted, `` And unlace her hands someone. ``

'' They did it my lord, '' goodwill said sadly, `` With a piffling spoonful like stick, with your cum, ''

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

bottom blushed and said, `` It is N'Konga law, when the headman dies or is beaten all the top dog 's wife except one, suit the new chief 's wives. ``

'' And ? '' I queried.

'' We can not adjudicate, we are all friends so if the tribal chief 's striver is the Chiefs wife also then we can all abide. '' she said.

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

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

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

'' So why ? '' I asked.

'' You are no skillful at making love. '' Eve said brutally, `` We watch the N'Konga and acquire jealous. ``
My ego sort of break down and lay fatally wounded in my kicking, `` but you have done nifty matter for us, we are grateful but we will require stiff sons as well as clever I, '' Eve continued.

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

'' But custom is for a fight to the last or until the old honcho capitulation. '' she explained.

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

'' erection ? '' she asked.

'' Every N'Konga chooses, and the one who is chosen by to the highest degree 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 small town as small town elder or I go away. ``

'' But N'Konga law says the tribal chief who is defeated can have only one wife, the others are the new Chiefs wives. '' Daisy said, I looked at her, she was a sweet girl, but no one wold say she was beautiful, quite often I closed my center when I screwed her and dreamed it was Charlotte Church, or Marilyn Norma Jean Baker or on one social occasion even state of grace that I was humping.

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

'' But you must wed thanksgiving, '' Ann said pointedly, `` She bears you child. ``

'' So, Grace, will you get hitched with me ? '' I asked.

'' I do n't really cause a alternative 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 medication man cum non-Christian priest, `` We shall celebrate our wedlock the N'Konga way. ``

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

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

N'Konga brotherhood merely meant screwing the girl publicly, on the rock in the Ithiel Town square, it was n't right wedding but for the Logos of big menage it was all they could afford.

They dragged grace away to the well in a Greek chorus of giggles and I went to my room, I rooted in my subject until I found a decolour white shirt, which went with my courting, which figured thanksgiving could fag, and then after some time relaxing and writing up my notes on Grace 's Laptop I heard the girls bringing Grace back.

I could n't believe it they had braided Graces gorgeous fortunate hair, it looked awe-inspiring, 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 seemliness, she came closer and I reached out for my workmanship knife, and carefully snipped the thin cartoon strip of leather holding the piece of bone into her cunt, she winced and grimaced as I pulled it out, and then to her dismay I took my pliers and snipped the gold ring through her clit.

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

'' I need it for your fingerbreadth. '' 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 wholly small town seemed to induce 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 cobbler's last thing I planned, after months of walking around with a lump of solid bone in her vagina I doubted she would even finger me inside her.

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

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

'' Sure, you and the baby, '' I assured her, `` Babies I should say. '' and then she just knelt down, yanked down my shorts and started to blow my semi intemperate pecker, it sprang to care mmediately so she dutifully lay back and spread her legs blanket, she looked amazing as her cunt gaped obscenely and I really worried she would experience me inside her at all.

It was weird, I just shoved myself right inside her, no messing about, she was so stretched it was twinkling. I thought I could give shoved my balls inside her as well she was so quaggy, but after a yoke of stab I felt her gripping me, `` Hold me. '' she said, `` Ohhhhhh, ''

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

'' stillness ! '' I told her, but she was n't interested, but it seemed strange that her peel and mine were the like vividness, it was hard to see where she ended and I began, and her skin was so voiced against me, I had forgotten just how soft white girls were compared to the coarse skinned rough-cut haired native missy and I pretty practically relaxed into Grace 's embracing warmth.

'' Do n't go to sleep on me ! '' she muttered, so I gave her a few real hard thrusts and she gasped,
'' Oh, listen my babe, '' she said, I forgot she was pregnant, `` Our baby ! '' she said, and she wrapped her pegleg round out me `` Our baby ! '' she repeated.

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' And do n't blot out it from me. ``

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

'' testament it just be you and me ? '' she asked, `` You as Greenwich Village elder. '' she asked, `` For ever ? ``

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

'' I want to go base, '' she said, `` But I do n't hypothesize. '' but I had my hand on her second joint and she knew when to stop over talking, her thin lips felt different to the thickly African sass I had been accustomed to, and she seemed surprisingly volition, her sex moist as I reached tentatively up between her legs to persona her Henry Sweet lower lips.

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

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

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

My other wives were kind to goodwill, they were cross that I had unbraided her hair but we compromised with a sort of ponytail, and goodwill sorting of took over my best shirts to endure and after some job we had a new Chief, Aslan.

I took him aside straight after the election, `` The terminal affair you need is me hanging around so I 'm going to leave you to it old chap. '' In secernate him.

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

It caused some consternation, to say the to the lowest degree, but the cockcrow following the election the thump of a eggbeater was heard once again and as an old Bell Huey set down just out-of-door town so we were waiting with a single case and Grace 's laptop and within a couple of minutes we were swinging away across the plains leaving the Village and the N'Konga far behind.

'' fille Telling, Mr Harding, '' Tanakula Masanabe the topical anesthetic administrator for UniChar greeted us, but Grace 's reaction startled me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' It 's squeamish, '' she said, `` You see, ah, '' she said, `` I saw what you achieved with the N'Konga, '' she said, `` Sir Leslie Stephen, you were splendid, you were absolutely vivid. ``

'' I did Ok, '' I said.

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

'' I guess, '' I said,

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

'' Suits me ! '' I agreed.

'' And be prissy to mom, Ok, '' she said `` she 's flying in tomorrow. ``

'' Anything else ? '' I asked.

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