The Girl from "Principles"byvargas111©
I didn't wake up until the next morning, although I had the dozy idea that Don Roberto had come to my bed again that night and fucked me senseless, except that I was *already* senseless. . And I sort of remembered that afterwards I had slept in Shana's arms. But when I finally got out of bed, I knew I had been fucked -- long, hard, and well I felt so good, I couldn't believe it. I had no doubt that if I had not been on the pill, I would be pregnant. And if there was ever a candidate for contraceptive failure, I guess I was it.
Shana didn't take such a "hands on" supervision of all my fucks over the next few days, but she let everyone know who was in charge of getting Madam's pussy properly filled. And even when my pills called for me to have my period (it was soooo sweet to see how disappointed she was) she continued to sleep with me. Soon enough Shana taught me how to lick, and nuzzle, and tongue her to orgasms that made her squeak with joy. We weren't lezzies, but we sure did a good imitation.
Before she could be disappointed by my next "period," Shana went into labor. Maybe it was all those orgasms, but it was really easy. She told me one day after lunch her water had broken and we had her in the clinic a half hour later. By sundown Shana was nursing a beautiful little girl that looked nothing like Bull Parker, fortunately.
A month after Shana's baby was born, she was pestering me to go home. I tried to delay things for the baby's sake, but figured she had a better idea than I did about the rigors of the trip. Don Roberto helped us prepare for the trip and to keep it secret from the men of the camp by going to a different jumping off point for the down river trip. Money was no object, so I arranged for us to go as far as possible by helicopter -- that almost blew Shana's mind.
In the little jungle town Roberto arranged for helpers to pilot the boat, carry the food, etc. Shana had told me that she would guide us from the landing where the boat would wait for me and (I secretly hoped) Josh to come back. After three days on the wide, brown river, Shana pointed to a spot to stop. I could see nothing different about this one spot, but she was very definite. The boat pulled ashore on a narrow river beach and we began walking. I carried only some water and a few rations. Shana carried only her baby, carefully wrapped into a parcel on her back. In three days the little angel had only nursed and slept and today was no different.
By afternoon a faint trail had appeared which soon became wider. Then someone spotted us and the jungle seemed to erupt with women -- laughing, hugging Shana, pointing at the baby, laughing again, and pointing at me. This was the biggest event anyone could remember. Their sister disappeared and then returned, with a baby, and a strange looking white woman!
They almost carried us to the village and amid great ceremony Shana told her story (I guessed from the looks of wonder). I seemed to be an important part of it; Shana later told me the women were extremely grateful to me for taking care of their sister and bringing her back to them. The thanks were very nice, but that wasn't my main concern. I was keeping my eye out for Josh.
During the excited welcome, he was nowhere to be seen, but at nightfall a fire was lit, and a more formal ceremony began. As a tall woman, perhaps my age, emerged from a large hut followed by several others, also noticeably older than the young women who had greeted us, I spotted Josh -- and his handiwork. He was led to a stool below, surrounded by the Queen and her court. All the women were glowingly, gloriously pregnant!
I tried to catch Josh's eye, but soon gave up, recognizing that little was going on behind the slightly silly smile he wore. I asked Shana about this and she grinned, explaining that men are very dangerous and are only allowed out among women after they have been "tamed."
How is that done, I asked. She explained that there is a 'taming' ceremony at which the man is fed special herbs and given palm wine to make him very happy. All the women dance before him and last of all the Queen. All the women have some taming magic, but the Queen's is the most powerful. When the Queen had finished dancing for him, she takes the man to her quarters and fucks him. After one night with her, the man is completely docile and will do anything she or the other women say.
I guessed that it was some kind of hypnotism and remembered how I felt in bed with Shana. Whatever it was, it had Josh hooked. I asked what they had Josh do. Shana just laughed as if I couldn't see from all the pregnant bellies of the women. She explained that he was passed from woman to woman in order of hierarchy starting with the Queen. As soon as the first woman either missed or had her next period, he was sent to another one, spending an average of about two weeks with each. Josh had been missing about seven months and I counted about fifteen swelling tummies (and I could have missed some that weren't showing yet). Apparently he was as sure a marksman with these women as he had been with me.
By now it was pretty evident that my arrival was not a coincidence and that there was some connection between the white man and the white woman. The next day I asked to talk with the Queen. Shana translated and I attempted to tell her that Josh was my man and that I wanted him back.
Of course, they found the idea of a woman owning her own man totally foreign. ("Owning" was the way Shana translated it back to me. It sounded strange, but I kind of liked it.) Shana vouched for my story that in the up-river world, there were many men and yes, it was perhaps possible that a man could be a woman's exclusive property. (Yes!) I explained that I loved this man and had lived with him for over ten years and that he had given me eleven babies. This brought gasps of amazement and (I realized later) intense envy.
Considering the gulf between our worlds, the Queen was amazingly sympathetic. She said she thanked me for bringing one of her daughters back and that I deserved a reward, but not the tribe's only man. She pointed out that there were scores of women that had not had a child yet and that the tribe's only man was too valuable to let go. She gently implied that I was selfish, since, if what I had said was true, I could easily get another man back upriver to make me pregnant. I tried to explain that it was Josh I wanted, but she was adamant.
That night I cried as I hadn't since Josh first disappeared. Here he was; I had seen him -- my Josh -- but I couldn't have him. Shana comforted me as best she could and got me off to several thundering orgasms, but the ache in my heart was unabated. The next day Shana escorted me to the landing. I had to leave alone.
In the four-days trip back up river, I formed a plan.
I began by pretending to start to like Bull again. He was such an egotist that it was easy for him to believe that the grieving widow was finally getting the hots for him. I went slowly as perhaps a woman in my circumstances would, gradually allowing him to take me out, hold my hand, put his arm around me. I made him play the gentleman he wasn't and never would be. Soon I was teasing him unmercifully, while seeming only to be coy.
On uncounted nights, Bull thought he would be able to go all the way with me, only to have me put him off at the last minute. You'd better believe that I was getting my lights fucked out by Don Roberto during this time; I didn't want any slip-ups with Bull. Gradually I led him to believe that I was falling in love with him, that I was hot to fuck him, but I couldn't until I knew for sure what had happened to Josh.
Then I had Don Roberto spread the tale of the tribe of women and a strange white man among the people of the base camp. Bull *had* to agree to investigate and I insisted on going along with him and his henchmen, the ones that had been with Josh when he disappeared. When plans were firm, I sent word to Shana that I was returning with a group of men and that she should be ready.
We took the three-day trip down river, looking for a landmark that Shana had given me in a return message. Sure enough, we found the three burned clearings and beached the boat. Soon a group of women arrived, greeted us warmly and with apparent surprise. I recognized some of the women; Shana stayed out of sight, thinking Bull might recognize her. I doubted it; to him she had been just another fuck.
The men attempted to explain our mission, but before 'talking business' the women cheerfully insisted they must properly welcome us. We trudged toward the village, Bull and the men getting a feast of the swaying round asses of the welcoming party. I had an idea of what is coming, but Bill and the other men didn't.
The village was the busy, bustling place I remembered. I noticed that since my previous visit, quite a few more women were happily nursing infants and a new crop of newly pregnant tummies was evident. I could see Josh was still at work, even though I couldn't see him.
As night fell, a large fire was lighted in the center of the village. Bull and his men were seated around the fire and pretty, flirty girls brought around plates of food and gourds of wine. I fell back and found Shana to watch the fun. We kissed quickly and she began fondling my tits. It felt sooo good! I hadn't even been able to masturbate in the last three days and was instantly aroused. Shana understood and slipped her fingers in me, bringing me to two nice quick comes. "Now you can enjoy the taming ceremony," she grinned as we turned our attention to the men.
The fire had gone down a little and a pounding drum-beat was gradually growing louder. The serving women were now bringing more drink than food and their clothing had grown skimpier. Large unencumbered breasts were dangled in front of the men's eyes as the women leaned down to refill their drinks. The loin cloths barely covered their provocative little pussies. And when a girl stood close enough to a seated man, he couldn't avoid smelling a cunt in heat.
I saw the men grow tipsy and boisterous as the women teased them, but suddenly silence welled up like a cobra rising from its basket. At the sound of a gong, five half-naked women leapt into the circle and positioned themselves, one in front of each man. Talking, laughing, and ribald remarks ceased as a woman began to writhe slowly before each man, her movements in time with the imperceptibly accelerating drum.
The men were riveted by the women's swaying hips and bouncing titties, none more than Bull himself. I recognized the woman dancing before him. She was larger and a little older than the others. But what she lacked in youth, she made up in a sultry sexiness. Seeing who their leader was, the Queen had taken on Bull as her own project. Like the others, she had a bright silver disk dangling from her neck in from of her large round tits. Bull could not take his eyes off of those tits and so he unknowingly stared too at the shining, flashing disk.
As the dance accelerated, Shana and I giggled to see the women inch closer to the men, forcing them to look up at those wonderfully round bouncing boobs at an uncomfortable angle. The drum was louder now, as well as faster, and filled the ears of the transfixed men as the flashing disks filled their eyes. Shana and I watched and grinned as we saw Bull Parker and his men falling into the power of the Queen and her court. The men were being "tamed."
Now the drum grew still louder and the rhythm more frenetic. [Homer!] The dancers ground their hips in the faces of the men. Their stares become glassy. Equally noticeable were their hands. Quite unconsciously, the men had started masturbating. Suddenly the drum and the dancers stopped. The men hardly reacted, so deep was the spell they were under. Perfect!
Then I noticed a bit of light creep back into Bull Parker. He was a hard man, a willful man, not an easy man to "tame," by the looks of it. Slowly, as if waking from a dream, he began to look around him. The other dancers had fallen on his entranced comrades. Rock Andrews was lying cradled in the arms of a busty dancer, sucking her breast, his eyes closed in a docile, beatific smile. Red Marsh's head was thrown back as he sucked the pussy of a smiling woman who kneeled over him, slowly jacking him off. Two others -- Bull couldn't see who in the dim firelight -- were lying with their pants down around their ankles, their heads lolling, as two smirking women methodically rode them toward orgasm.
Like a lonely, cornered animal, Bull instinctively sensed the danger and poised for fight or flight. The Queen looked down at him and saw his partially successful efforts to throw off the spell. Immediately, she stepped forward, dropped her skirt, and thrust her crotch in his face. The scent of a hot pussy must have hit Bull Parker with the force of a 2 x 4. Shana and I looked at each other as we watched Bull fighting the magnetic pull of the Queen's rank, dripping love slit. Bull was no longer looking around at his vanquished followers; he was looking straight ahead, straight at the bushy cunt in front of his eyes. The Queen was looking down at the big man, amused. She could see him weakening; she knew the instinct that could overcome the anger leading to resistance, the fear leading to flight: lust.
In a final effort to free himself, Bull brought up his hands, just about high enough to shield his eyes from the bewitching sight before him, perhaps enough to push away the tempting view that held him fast. He reached out and with a lunge, grabbed the Queen's ass and buried his face in her warm snatch.
A kind of cheer went up from the watching women as the last man went down to defeat. The Queen allowed the slavering man to fill his mouth and nose with her lust inducing juices for long seconds, then dropped them both to the mat placed nearby for that purpose. As Bull lost himself between those plump, delectable thighs, nimble fingers removed his clothes and the Queen began stoking his hardened prick.
The game was over: brown women 5, white men 0. Now
the fun began. Shana kissed me and pointed to one of the dancers, a curvy little thing, who was taking her captive away to her hut. The contrast of the petite woman leading the hulking man by the hand, like a little boy being put to bed by his nanny, brought a gush to my pussy.
I desperately wanted Shana between my legs, but I forced myself to wait to see what the Queen would do with Bull. She wasn't taking chances. Long after eating her had reduced him to a quivering ball of lust, she continued to stroke his prick and nuzzle and whisper in his ear. At last she stood and raised him with her hand. Bull's eyes were closed and he wore a face of perfect contentment. Slipping her arm around his waist, the Queen took her new lover and strolled into the shadows.
It would have been fun to see the women work on the men all night, bringing them to the edge of orgasm again and again, making them crave release more than anything. I would have loved to watch the final collapse of each man's resistance, his utter subjugation to the will of his new dominatrix, but I had more important desires that needed satisfying.
Shana took me to her hut where we renewed our love. I don't know who was first and who next, and next, and next as we each took our pleasure in pleasuring the other. I slept more happily in her arms that night than any since I slept last with Josh. We didn't wake until the sun was well up.
That afternoon I sought another audience with the Queen. She looked a little tired, but happy. Perhaps even tamed, Bull was a vigorous and satisfying lover. I hoped she was in a good mood as I renewed my petition. I felt on pretty firm ground. I had brought the tribe five healthy men, none too old (even Bull was only in his forties). All I wanted in return was my Josh.
The Queen said that she had consulted the other women and
"Provided *what*?" I asked, not as respectfully as I should have, but I was frustrated.
"Provided the men all perform satisfactorily." She replied.
Now I was confused. I though she had just said she and the other women found the new men did fuck satisfactorily. Then it dawned on me. I wasn't leaving with my *proven* stud until the ability of Josh's replacements to make the tribeswomen pregnant was also proven. They wouldn't even share Josh with me until they were sure.
It was a tense few weeks but one by one the women who were "trying out" the new men missed their periods. At last the Queen happily announced that she, too, was going to have another baby, Bull's baby. I had done it! I was overjoyed when Shana came to take me to the Queen's quarters and I at last saw my Josh. I had to admit she had taken good care of him. He was a little trimmer, more muscular and nicely tanned. I almost drooled to see my sexy husband again. He still had the happy out-of-it look and didn't recognize me, but I wasn't worried.
Through Shana the Queen asked me if I wanted her to "untame" him now. I thought and said no, it would be better if I could wait until I had him home. Could she tell me how to do it? She smiled as I might when giving away my favorite cookie recipe.
"It's easy. Just say, 'uusha.'" She whispered so Josh would not hear. Then she smiled even more and added, "That will also work if you ever need to 'tame' him again," she winked. The Queen spoke a few words to Josh, apparently telling him that the white woman was his new mistress. He looked at me and smiled.
A few days later everything was in readiness for the return. Josh would be able to manage the boat with just two people in it. I was eager to get started, but Shana asked if I could delay our departure just one more day. Although for her part in bringing the five new men to the village, she stood high on the list of those to be impregnated, Shana didn't want to have one of their babies, she explained. She was at her most fertile time right now, she said. Would I, please, this one time, let Josh make her pregnant tonight?
"Only if I get to watch you and then join in," I laughed.
I had my story ready when we returned to the company camp. We had found Josh -- although he was very sick. On the way back, however, the boat had overturned and this time it was Bull and his men who were lost. There was a stir and searches, but I knew the women would never allow the men to be found. I sometimes felt a little bad about them, but not very. Each was either single or had abandoned his wife years ago. All had been complicit in Josh's disappearance. And, besides, they were all in macho heaven, surrounded by hundreds of women who wanted nothing more from them than to fuck the pigs and get pregnant with their babies.
I didn't 'untame' Josh until we were back in our house the capital. He was very surprised that the "fever" he suffered made him unable to remember anything about his captivity and my rescue of him, but he can't deny it happened. I had the proof. It was pretty obvious that our new baby, whom I insist we call "Shana," was conceived the same night that he was leaving Shana something to remember him by.
Really, sometimes, even after 16 years of being married to my wonderful husband, he still surprises me. Would you believe, an educated man like him being superstitious? It's true. Why, one night a couple of months ago, I pointed out that Shana no longer needed quite so much attention and maybe it was time to start thinking about making another baby. Josh got terribly upset, talking about how unlucky it would be to have thirteen children. I let him rant; he's so cute when he gets mad. I could have pointed out that I did not plan on stopping at thirteen, but thought that was not the best thing to say at the time.