N'Konga

The swell N'Konga river shimmered in the summer rut as it sluggishly ambled between outrageous depository financial institution through the brown crisped weed of the summer plains and as I dreamed and planned which of my six wives to kip with future when a distant thudding heralded the imminent arrival of a helicopter.

It was not unexpected but undoubtedly unwelcome, a blade of Damacles hanging over my little pastorale as I ruled over my own settlement of some three hundred N'Konga tribesmen and charwoman and a huge number of children.

It was n't supposed to be like this, just a gap twelvemonth really, but a childhood as the son of a mechanic in a Yorkshire excavation village playing with machinery and a arcdegree in government had set me up nicely for an isolated village with a give out piddle pump, in fact not one but three failed weewee pumps, one petrol powered in fully working order but no gasolene, a wind pump, with no wind instrument, and an old lever action ticker with a broken lever, and along I come, not on a gleaming albumen courser like a medeval horse but in a ship's bell eggbeater with some BASIC puppet and a few pocket of solid food aid.

They thought I was the Messiah, all I did was shorten the wind pump shaft by two dozen base sections, take apart the tug and establish a duad of handgrip so they could take the air turn and round and pump the water up that way, but to a kinship group used to fetching dirty water system from the crocodile infested N'Konga river it was life changing.

Of course I should have declined all the testimonial offered, it was just the Charitable work I was supposed to do but I was youthful, it 's no alibi 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 accusation my satellite sound when I left it on and flattened the battery, so I made the best of it in an area Aids had yet to reach.

The N'Konga clan had fought among themselves for genesis, the leader seldom surviving for a year, his promises failing and sealing his fate as the coming man challenged, fought, succeeded and then failed to save so in many ways it was a ministration for them to offer me the role as Tribal Chief.

I did n't appreciate that as chief I was expected to take a wife from each of the three main family unit but it was no rigourousness, and indeed it was now almost nine months since I had married them in a single moving and entirely meaningless observance, I had re christened them, Ann, Beatrice ( Bea ), Celia, A, B, C you see, as their tribal names were unrepeatable, certainly I could n't get my knife around them, but we soon had a great rapport growing, and seeing their happines I was quickly approached by other concerned founder of girl reaching marriageable age and so my household had grown to six wives Daisy, Eve and fanny having joined me in matrimonial bliss and fairly soon the protrusion of their abdomen was an indication six nestling would soon join them.

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

The bell shape Jet Ranger set down just beyond the end of `` Main Street, '' and I ordered my Tribal friends to form a guard of purity, with their spear held at the slope which actually looked jolly strong-growing and I waited for the examiner to descend.

We must bear looked very dreadful, myself as chief quite darkly tanned in my wide brimmed crotch hair hat open air neck shirt and shorts, my men bare breasted, but with arm bands for rank and Khaki shorts and boots and the women bare breasted wearing anything from a supergrass skirt through skimpy panties to a designer frock five sizes too small which Ann as my routine one married woman somehow managed to squelch into or possibly through !

It quickly registered that one of the helicopter occupier was a woman, but when she opened the door and stepped out her ravisher was a shock to the organisation, nine month of blackened company had made me leave how resistless a carnival skinned fair haired european daughter really was, and I leered inappropriately as this visual modality of comeliness descended from the larboard side passenger door.

I stared at her farseeing lightly tanned legs stretching from her sozzled Khaki short circuit to her practical Khaki boots and at her modest european breasts tightening the fabric of her taut white blouse, such a demarcation to my tribes womens huge free swinging udders.

'' Mr Harding, '' she queried as I stepped forward, `` I 'm blessing Telling, from UniChar SA ? '' she announced, `` I think your review is somewhat overdue. ``

'' Welcome to my low Greenwich Village, '' I replied, `` Please may I inaugurate my married woman, Ann, Bea, Celia, '' I indicated them in turn, `` And Daisy, Eve and Fanny. ``

'' Hello, '' she said, `` I 'm Grace, seemliness recounting ''

'' They do n't speak practically English yet, we 're mainly Gallic speakers here, '' I suggested, `` But what did you want to acknowledge ? '' I asked as surrounded by my warriors we stood on the border of our Greenwich Village where the startle brand roofing sheets of the wooden framed mud brick household shone like mirrors in the blazing sun.

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

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

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

'' Probably not, the girl will call up we are having sex, '' I said.

'' Mr Warren Harding, '' she said frostily, her blue middle 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 companion you at all metre. '' I motioned towards my own modest home, easily the largest in the Village with two floors and a reception room heavy enough for the all tribe to contract into.

We went upstairs to my elbow room, I sat behind my desk, it was quite a smart desk, I made it myself, in fact I built most of the business firm and did nearly all the work on my room, it was quite a smart way, I just about endure out the wood woodworking plane planing the timber to panel out the mud brick walls so apart from no Windows and no light it was as good as most garden sheds `` Do you have the accounts ? '' she asked, as she sat down opposite me on a wooden electric chair I had made and Ann stood behind her.

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

'' There 's no entree. '' she said.

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

'' But Mr Harding, am I to understand you are having sexual 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 coin me, but Ann was too quick for her and dragged her book binding into her chair by her prospicient blonde hair.

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

'' Being rude to Ann 's husband I suppose ! '' I explained, `` But seriously, yes I am master, more like townspeople Clerk than dictator, and according to tribal tradition I have a bit of married woman. ``

'' It 's against all the rule, '' she said, `` I shall give birth to describe this, ''

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

'' No, we heard news report of a vauntingly aborigine canoe being seen on the N'Konga river. '' she said.

'' Titanic, '' I explained, `` I got the chaps to build a twin Cordell Hull so the Crocs ca n't plow it over so slow. ``

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

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

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

'' I did n't, your posture maybe, '' I suggested, `` Reckon you need a few calendar month out here to memorise not a dyad of age partying your was through public lecture. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Sorry, '' toilet the pilot 's vocalism boomed from a loudspeaker under the nose, `` But we ca n't have you reporting back to Greater London, Bye ! '' and he swung away in a neatly executed departure, only to swoop low again and project out her backpack.

'' Get on the radio set ! '' Grace squealed.

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

It was an awkward office, completely unexpected, but a few things became clear, such as it was n't an oversight that my satellite phone Photo cubicle was missing fromm my kit and I was sure we travelled south East not south west to the village when I came originally, and when blessing said a dissimilar name for the Village where we had been left I knew it was no accident that we had been dumped here.

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

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

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

'' They 'll number looking for me ! '' seemliness exclaimed hopefully.

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

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

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

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

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

'' prevaricator ! '' she repeated.

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

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

There were six of my set young chaps surrounding thanksgiving trying to seduce her and she was finding it something of a polish shock, she was actually as improbable as any of them, but their sinew rippled from rowing and dig, and they had n't realised that Grace was n't used to man in grass wench showing their fully engorged privates in a bid to gain her favours.

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

'' They exposed themselves, '' she said.

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

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

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

'' Un Per, '' she said unconvincingly.

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

'' But what ? '' she asked.

'' That you 're only here for a day or two. '' I suggested. `` We have a client room in my home supposedly for visiting dignitary, I suppose you had better halt there. ``

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

Tribal lore said guests were receive for a workweek and a day, so Grace was waited on like royalty by my wives for the showtime couple of daytime while gracility worked away on her information processing system, recharging it from a great Solar panel as she worked.

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

'' Tribal pattern suggest Edgar Guest may stay a hebdomad, but if they want to quell longer they must join our society. '' I said.

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

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

'' A girl must jazz the Chirf senseless am I veracious, '' she asked, `` because there is no way. ''

'' No '' I explained `` In your case you need to get a husband, as you see there are no individual women of child aim 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 pick, I ca n't let you sleep under my roof beyond seven days, I 'm sorry. '' I explained, `` It 's not honest to my wives. ``

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

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

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

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

'' But they 're savages, they walk around one-half defenseless ! '' Grace complained.

'' seemliness, unless you find a husband in the future four days you will be paraded naked through the hamlet and kept tied up in the corral until person will take you on, '' I explained, `` it 's something every local girl has to go through when she starts menstruating just as every boy has to catch a Zebra or Croc. ``

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

'' Yes, '' I explained, `` it marks the transition between girlhood and fair sex, a female child belongs to her father, the charwoman to her husband, so at first menstruation she is stripped naked and the don takes her clothes and it is for the husband to clothe her, if he wishes. ``

'' At flow ? '' she said agitatedly.

'' well, in theory, '' I said, `` but it 's not fixed, these are decent hoi polloi, usually the miss finds her fellow but just occasionally a Fatherhood needs the old way to get a daughter to accept what is usable 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 have to dispose of your affair I suppose. ``

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

'' He may choose a wide-eyed dog collar, '' I exlained, `` many young young lady love being naked, have n't you seen Kaylala and her husband Jose or Tiribantana and Farouk, they are for ever making love in the main 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 equation, '' I snarled, `` except when it comes to you, you think because you 're blanched you should be treated differently do n't you ? '' I challenged.

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

'' tweed wedding party, I rest my guinea pig. '' I joked, I should n't have joked, it was n't funny.

'' Four years ? '' she said, `` To opt a husband ? ``

'' For a husband to opt you as a wife, '' I explained, `` he will bear 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 eatage skirt or just a big wet while on your scanty if you 're shy. ``

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

'' Well they have to demonstrate their peter, '' I explained, `` and that can be humiliating if they are on the small-scale position ! ``

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

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

'' A What ? '' she asked.

'' They used to beguile people from neighbouring clan and keep them as slaves, '' I said, `` I do n't opine you 'd like that. ``

'' Better than being forced to have sex with a beast. '' she exclaimed grimacing.

'' Ah I think that with your feel and ah, uniqueness, '' I suggested, `` you would find yourself having sex with a large 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 offers ? ``

She sat down and coldly and methodically weighed up the choice, no hysteria, just calm contemplation.

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

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

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

'' Then do a parade, the young lady will organize you, '' I said as I saw my wives hovering jealously in the background.

'' I ca n't '' she protested but I gave Ann some direction and as phone number one wife she knew exactly what to do, first they surrounded Grace and moved her into their dormancy quarters and as they stood round they giggled as they gently eased her clothes off a release at a time an column inch at a time but every move seemliness made to stand firm they out maneuvered her and tugged or pulled something else until a batch of wearing apparel lay on the bed.

I had a round-eyed leather garrotter and when I judged the time right-hand I approached her, `` They wo n't do anything you do n't encourage if you wear my collar, '' I suggested and my fingers trembled slightly as I buckled the emblematical Tribal hard worker collar around her neck.

She stood in just her pink bra and tiny ovalbumin panties, barefoot now, strangely pink against my ebony skinned harem, and the female child ushered her from the house.

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

She tried to cover her breasts and sex with her hands but we were wise to that and as Eve and Bea held her arms I slipped a uncomplicated leather strap around her wrists and tied her men 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 shock when Eve touched me, `` Moi, '' she insisted and took my hired man to lead me to bed.

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

They were reticent at first as if afraid to touch, but then they became bolder and more and More eager, from gently stroking her pale skin and running their coarse dark fingers through her yearn golden hair to checking the firmness of her flat well muscled belly before they explored the hot moist surreptitious places beneath the furry down of her delicately golden pubic hair.
Grace gasped and grimaced as the men, mere boys in my eyes, eagerly pawed at seemliness until despite everything her poor teat strained and her sex glistened and exude moisture and her resolve melted as rapidly as any uneducated native girl as groping and stimulation triggered the luxuria that lurked unsuspected trench in her mind.

More and more people gathered as the afternoon turned to early evening and the give-and-take bedspread that the White River girl was being paraded for marriage, I watched in entertainment as thanksgiving finally realised that here she was just the Lapp as any other female person, all the reverence she had become used to as a student and a Edward White charwoman had been swept away and she knew equation and she realised she did n't like it.

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

The collar meant she must not be married without the possessor 's consent, and as she wore my collar that meant my consent, but it did n't have in mind no one must impact, only that they must n't actually possess to the full sex with her, foreplay was delicately and indeed expected, and the softness of her oral fissure and the agility of her knife and the flexibleness of her throat were all matter to be explored by her suitors.

I had to monish her, `` Grace, '' I said carefully so that she understood, `` We will intermit your dentition f you bite anyone ''

'' What ! '' she gasped.

'' fellatio, the men will need to see how secure you are at giving nous and. '' I paused.

'' What ? '' she asked.

'' How good 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 VD or Aids, '' I reassured her, `` Relax, our own young lady love their parades, they love the attention, '' I said.

Her Anus cause entertainment, darkness against her clean tegument, a tiny puckered brown bud seemingly far too tiny to immerse an eight in penis in.

N'Balaskin was first to try her Anus, but the purplish helmet of his slightly curved seven edge penis slipped off each time her tried to thrust at her, and her attempts to sound off him cue me of a thoroughbred race Equus caballus trying to forfend being saddled,

N'Balaskin gave up after a few tries contenting himself with dry humping her ass crack while squashing her titty and crushing her nipples, she hated every minute, his caresses his breathing time on her neck, his penis against her but mainly the way her nipples throbbed, snatch moistened until her juice ran uncontrollably and her clit cried out for attention.

N'Balaskin gasped, his oculus bulged and he suddenly shot his creamy loading over free grace 's elegant back, he staggered slightly as he backed away but then he scooped some of his thick creamy cum up on his finger and transferred it to her anus, working it around and around the tiny brown bud until it seemed to open like the petals of an alien flower to expose the delights of her tight drear play chute.

N'Konga folk never had infant in the hot season, so from November through Jan the women had to use their minuscule porta to delight their men, and through hundreds and K of years of evolution the local federation of tribes and evolved indulgent wide anal lips easily able to suit the largest cock without spat, while poor Grace with her entail European orifice was sadly deficient when it came to this requisite function.

N'Balaskin stretched the skin of her seat taut pulling her orifice open as he gradually workedmore and Sir Thomas More cum into her as lubricant before his protagonist and rival Timonarus took his place.

Grace screamed like a hyena and lashed out with her foot as Timonarus forced his long but lissom black Snake River into Grace 's tight Virgo the Virgin ass inch by agonised in, but the wow were silenced as N'Balaskin offered his now semi grueling penis to Grace Henry Sweet lip and held her brass so she could n't bend away.

She clamped her jaw shut but wiling manus held her wind and laughingly pried her mouth open so N'Balaskin could force himself past her teeth and bass into her throat.

Grace had become expert with her backtalk at University, where a blow job was standard currency for a night out or a meal, even facilitate with an grant, but not filthy Negro prick, those were freshly showered and knock and much, lots shorter, she gagged, choked, coughed and then as N'Balaskin began to sleep with her lip in clock time Timonarus 's driving force into her ass, her mind exploded in a kaleidoscope of asphixiated sensations.

N'Balaskin hardened and shot a second load within minutes nearly choking gracility but when he pulled out Timonarus replaced him merely to have his lousy outgrowth cleaned, again as in K'Konga tribal tradition the girl was expected to keep her stake passage, which the Tribal language translated as looseness Chute or lower-ranking vagina, clean and make for use at all times.

Grace nearly passed out as she dutifully cleaned Timonarus 's cock and she completely missed the fact that Matumosaba had taken Timonarus 's place 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 adoption of her intervention, her failure to fight, but for the fact she was now heroic for a cock, she did n't often have sex, and when she did it was often with a girlfriend or more often her vibrator, but he sensations the men rapidly pistoning peter sent to her vagina through the thin walls of her ass cavity were making her yearn for something to fill the aching vacuum of her pussy and soothe her now excited clitoris.

My daughter knew something of how poor thanksgiving felt and they whispered among themselves and Daisy went to fetch the Horn, one of many hooter, 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 hanker stagnant beast but a horn which had lost much of its long discriminating end and had instead healed over to forge a beautifully rounded end while the hole end neatly fitted over the surviving soapbox of the trunk of a stunted Akainsta tree which stood beside the master street, a cunningly contrived instrument of straining, and the girls scraped away the mud around the base of the tree diagram until the horn was at exactly the right height or so they judged so as to send grace wild.

Matumosaba took his pleasure and Helabia came up behind gracility, his powerful loins twitched just once to send his mighty shaft deep into blessing 's tortured bowels and then he pounded her with short-circuit speedy stab like an creature, his ebony skin quite exotic to her soft pink beauty.

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

Grace protested feebly as they lifted her over the polish bulb end of the horn ready to let her sink, until standing on tip toe the bulb was barely inside her, but as Grace stood beside the Stump they could see that their reckoning were wrong so Bea promptly scooped mud away from around base of the tree where state of grace bare groundwork would go, until the bulb of the horn was near her navel and then they lifted her on.

The rounded horny knob nuzzled Graces sweet pink lower berth lips and Daisy gently pated them withe her fingers and guided Grace over the knob, Grace gasped and struggled but she was helpless and she struggled frantically to put a foot or toe down as the girls lowered her Down. state of grace gasped as she found the horn filled her completely even when she found the ground with her base and raised herself as mellow as she could, the trump still filled and the only relief cane when Helabia came up behind her once more and took some of her weight unit on his erection.

Centuries of civilisation now fell away as Grace struggled for her elusive sexual climax, everything in her being buzzed except her piteous neglected clit, the very trigger that needed squeezing to bring on the orgasmic state of ecstasy which she craved and now she stood like a rag doe antelope desperate for expiation, ready to accept the for the first time brave to bid her a place in his household. But none did. I worried, Tribal traditional knowledge said no nutrient or potable could be offered until a go had been made and excepted but my Tribesmen viewed her as a mere whore and not a sober wife.

'' What will I do when the whiteness men take her and my tike away, '' Adamsnith asked when I enquired why he did n't put up gracility a post as junior wife in his belittled harem.

It was unheard of but she was used by ten that first night, and as the darkness fell my little girl took her shoot down and let her lie down and log Z's on their chamber storey, and then when she woke they denied her requests for intellectual nourishment and piddle and took her again to the hooter and guided her Down, this metre they tied a leash to her leash as well to defend her down.

saving grace squirmed on her mail service, the cum cascading down her pharynx sated her thirst but still no one offered, and towards noon she started bleeding, I was severely care but it was just her catamenia and as laid down in the unwritten Tribal practice of law we had to get hold of her down.

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

The clip had passed for marriage when the bleeding stopped, she was my buckle down according to N'Konga law, so I had responsibilities, but goodwill could n't see that. Still she clung to her mind of westerly transcendence but when Celia began skillfully altering free grace 's clothes and giving them to other tribes people and she was the last to eat from our cooking pot she started to learn.

She was n't my married woman, she had to find out so I had Wagnanga our most skillful bone carver make blessing a comforter, a piece of thighbone from an Elephant perhaps that the girls held grace of God down long enough for Wahananga to stick in between Grace 's mellifluous snatch backtalk and cryptical into her vagina, then when it was it in Celia pierced grace pussy lips and passed thin flight strip of antelope hide through them and on through the holes in the bone and sewed them tight until her honeyed lips were clamped tight around the protruding cornet while still leaving a flyspeck jam for her to bleed through.

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

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

I suggested state of grace be set to act upon pumping water walking round and one shot endlessly pushing the long lever tumbler which worked the heart but she was useless, she kept stopping, Daisy said gracility kept having orgasms from the bone inside her vagina and the medal on her clit but I knew she was just lazy from years of faineance at university, so I had someone whip her every prison term she stopped, Bea whipped grace of God one morning but she gave up and pushed the bar around herself because she was so frustrated with seemliness 's constant want 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 moisten the substance abuser with wet sponge like Metacarpa plant leaves dipped in the the sweet water ditch and dry them with dry Metacarpa leaves, but she was clumsy, often she would titillate the mens penises making them erect and then she would throw to service them with her mouth or ass causing a queue to form and there were complaint, and old Mahorja was upset at losing her job.

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

It bothered me that no N'Konga had wanted good will for his married woman, but it seemed she was a disappointment to them with her small titty and pasty unhealthful pinko color, I discussed putting her on the hooter again but the female child did n't opine it a good idea, and complained constantly that free grace ate our solid food and contributed nothing.

'' Ne parlons pas ! '' the girls would call on the carpet seemliness when she tried to talk, she could n't seem to cease talking no thing how many clip Ann or Bea swatted her with a thorny limb and her backbone was in danger of becoming scarred so I had a discussion with Eve and she knew exactly what to do. she took a blanket strip of leather about two understructure long and three inches long and cut a slot in it at the mid point about an in and a half wide and a quartern of an column inch high, then she gathered the early wives and as they held grace down and wedged her mouth loose with small reefer they teased thanksgiving glossa through the hole in the shoulder strap and secured it behind her head, so she could eat, drink and give head but not talk anymore.

Of track grace of God tried to tear it off so we cuffed her hands behind her and she became completely useless.

We sat around the ardor most evening, the girl tried to to outdo each former as they prepared the even meal, and we all made sure we left some to put in a bowl for Grace who by now was reduced to eating our leftovers like an animal except her long blond hair trailed in her food and I refused to let the girlfriend shave and oil state of grace header, saying she would die of sunstroke !

It was then we realised thanksgiving 's modest breasts probably put N'Konga men off marrying her, how could such midget by their criterion, Pyrus communis anatomy C cup breasts provide for a hungry young N'konga ?

We had to help poor Grace so as a first step I had the daughter bind lose weight antelope pelt leather straps around goodwill chest above and below her breasts, wide strap which they sewed in stead 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 titty with diluent shoulder strap, cycle and round until her breasts reared improbably and then again when sewed in berth they soaked the bindings and let them contract bridge, gracility 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 get gangrenous but while they went blue initially they soon became pink again and seemed to increase in size, certainly her tit now seemed almost permanently stimulated and erect.

I got into the habit of taking Grace with me when I went to check the works the N'Konga were doing, a long rampart along the banking company of the N'Konga river so the Crocodiles could no longer easily assail our tribesmen as they fished, and yard by yard our tan ebony warriors extended the barrier simply by using the rocks and interlocking them like the dry Oliver Stone bulwark of home.

The pump for the groundwater water well worked well, turned by one or two people walking endlessly around it supplied more fresh water than we needed, and under my instruction the business firm were slowly reconstructed with weatherproof corrugated sword cap and timber frames and bricks made of baked mud.

Grace had nothing to do and she took to following me, rather like a dog I thought, so some days I put a leash on her collar and took her with me as I toured the sites, she did n't like it at first, but when she realised I would hold on when she needed to she came to accept that role and would put up patiently and find out as I worked and demonstrated what needed to be done.

We kept Grace silenced with the tongue gag for eld, three calendar month 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 tummy was no longer flat and brawny either, so that dark when we had finished our evening repast I hauled Grace in straw man of us and demanded, `` Are you pregnant ? '' she nodded. `` Then whose is it ? ``

My wife turned away abash and free 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 passkey, so I swatted her with a branch I had handy.

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

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

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

Grace could n't speak at first, her tongue 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 trueness now. ``

'' Yours ! '' she said.

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

'' No, '' she said.

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

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

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

Fanny blushed and said, `` It is N'Konga law, when the head dies or is beaten all the chief 's wife except one, go the new chieftain 's married woman. ``

'' And ? '' I queried.

'' We can not settle, we are all friends so if the chief 's hard worker is the Chiefs wife also then we can all stay. '' she said.

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

'' And who exactly do you propose as the new foreman ? '' 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 grow jealous. ``
My ego sorting of collapsed and lay fatally wounded in my kicking, `` but you have done cracking things for us, we are thankful but we will ask firm sons as well as clever ones, '' Eve continued.

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

'' But tradition is for a scrap to the death or until the old headman fall. '' she explained.

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

'' erection ? '' she asked.

'' Every N'Konga chooses, and the one who is chosen by almost 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 hamlet as small town elderberry bush or I go away. ``

'' But N'Konga law says the Chief who is defeated can stimulate only one wife, the others are the new Chiefs wives. '' Daisy said, I looked at her, she was a sweetly girl, but no one wold say she was beautiful, quite often I closed my middle when I screwed her and dreamed it was Charlotte church building, or Marilyn 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 persist together ? '' Six nous nodded in unison. `` Then you better ascertain me another wife. ``

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

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

'' I do n't really make a pick do I ? '' she said, `` Your wife or the new tribal chief 's hard worker, a difficult decision '' she said, sarcastically.

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

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

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

N'Konga union merely meant screwing the girl publicly, on the rock in the Town square, it was n't right marriage ceremony but for the son of big families it was all they could afford.

They dragged saving grace away to the well in a chorus of giggles and I went to my room, I rooted in my guinea pig until I found a colored white shirt, which went with my suit, which figured gracility could wear, and then after some meter relaxing and writing up my notes on good will 's Laptop I heard the little girl bringing Grace back.

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

'' Come here, '' I ordered and I held my helping hand out to Grace, she came closer and I reached out for my trade knife, and carefully snipped the slight strips of leather holding the piece of bone into her bitch, 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 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 exterior, the hale village seemed to let 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 docile with me ! '' she exclaimed, but gentle was the utmost thing I planned, after months of walking around with a lump of solid bone in her vagina I doubted she would even find me inside her.

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

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

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

It was Wyrd, I just shoved myself rightfield inside her, no messing about, she was so debase it was instant. I thought I could have shoved my clump inside her as well she was so waterlogged, but after a couple of thrusts 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 worry, but it seemed unusual that her skin and mine were the same colour, it was unmanageable to see where she ended and I began, and her skin was so indulgent against me, I had forgotten just how flaccid white girls were compared to the coarse skinned coarse haired native girls and I pretty much relaxed into thanksgiving '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, mind my child, '' she said, I forgot she was fraught, `` Our baby ! '' she said, and she wrapped her legs brush up 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 populace was her thing, which to be dependable 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 roll 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 clit 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 gang dispersed. `` For Supreme Being 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 married woman issue seven for now, '' I warned her, `` So no more taking all comers up the ass. ``

She slapped my brass, `` God I 'm sorry ! '' 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 thoughtful, '' she said, `` I will. ``

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

state of grace worked away until the low battery warning light came on, and then closed the lid and looked around to find me sitting with the early 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 tomentum, and she just sat and let me fiddle away.

'' volition it just be you and me ? '' she asked, `` You as settlement elderberry bush. '' she asked, `` For ever ? ``

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

'' I want to go place, '' she said, `` But I do n't suppose. '' but I had my hand on her thigh and she knew when to stop talking, her dilute lip felt different to the thick African lips I had been accustomed to, and she seemed surprisingly leave, her sex moist as I reached tentatively up between her legs to office her afters miserable lips.

I eased my flick inside her and worked on her engorged clit with my finger's breadth, she gasped softly, her nipples were already stiffening even before I unbuttoned the snowy shirt I had let her take up, and bent to gently osculate her chest still a small C cup perhaps but soft and sweet.

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

'' Why, saving grace starts with a G, '' she pointed out.

My early wives were kind to grace of God, they were cross that I had unbraided her hair but we compromised with a sort of ponytail, and thanksgiving sort of took over my best shirts to outwear and after some job we had a new gaffer, Aslan.

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

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

It caused some consternation, to say the least, but the morn following the election the thud of a Helicopter was heard once again and as an old chime Huey set down just outside townspeople so we were waiting with a bingle character and grace of God 's Laptop and within a couple of mo we were swinging away across the champaign leaving the Village and the N'Konga far behind.

'' young lady Telling, Mr Harding, '' Tanakula Masanabe the topical anaesthetic administrator for UniChar greeted us, but Grace 's chemical 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 elbow room and we could talk.

'' There 's no motivation to bide married if you do n't want to. '' I suggested.

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

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

'' I want you, '' she said and I thought what the hell, and I grabbed her and kissed her as I struggled to take out her shorts down, `` Stop that, '' she said `` Let me. '' she just dragged her short down for me, `` ameliorate ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

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

'' I did Ok, '' I said.

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

'' I guess, '' I said,

She carried on `` So no mention of slavery, I became your wife, draw a blank the slavery, do you translate ? ''

'' Suits me ! '' I agreed.

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

'' Anything else ? '' I asked.

'' I 'm sure as shooting I 'll suppose of something, '' she said .