A Wife and The Amazon Tribe Ch. 04

In the morning when Julie woke up to a sound of someone entering the hut, she realized that she was still naked after the passionate session with chief. As she tried to find something to cover herself, three village women grabbed her by the arms and took her outside. There, they made her sit on a log and bathe her with warm water. When water started to flow down her body, she remembered that it was the day of bonding ceremony. It was her wedding day. She should be feeling happy, but something was keeping her away from that feeling.

As one woman poured water on to Julie's head, other two got busy scrubbing every part of her body. They were amused by her different features and they took time feeling her full breasts, soft white skin and long hair. As far as the scrubbing went, they didn't miss a spot. Julie had to stop a moan from escaping her mouth when they started washing her privates.

After drying Julie up, the women dressed her in a straw skirt and started to braid half of her long hair while fixing flowers and colorful pebbles in to it. Julie realized they must have made a new skirt just for her, because even though she was much taller than an average village woman, the skirt reached down to her knees just as other women wore them. Then they started to draw designs on her skin with red paint. They painted lines in a way that they highlighted a woman's curves. Julie laugh when she realized that they have painted her breasts with rings that made her breasts look like two bulls-eye targets with her nipples at the centers.

When they started to usher Julie in the direction of the village, she panicked for a second realizing that she was topless. Then she remembered, village women didn't wear anything to cover their tops and it was something she would have to get used to quickly after getting married to chief. When she reached chief's big hut, she was being followed by a parade of celebrating villagers. Everything in the middle of the village was decorated and they had made something like a stage in front of the hut and it was decorated with plants and flowers. Surrounding it, on many stands, there were various kinds of food for the celebration. When she saw the crowd that was gathered in the place, she thought that the whole village must be attending the ceremony. After all it was the occasion their leader finally chose a first mate to be at his side. Other mates didn't have a status above village elders, but a first mate was below only to the chief. A group of drummers were playing drums while young girls dance their traditional dance according to the beat. Everyone was eating, laughing and chatting.

When Julie reached the hut, the chief came out of the entrance. His body was also painted with redlines. He donned a ring of long feathers on his head and his privates were the most decorated part of his body. The penis seemed to be shining with some kind of oil and the huge scrotum was meticulously painted with fine designs in gold color. The braided pubes were decorated with numerous colorful gems and as always, the large blue gem hanged above the penis as the crown jewel.

The chief took Julie's hand and led her on to the stage. She looked like an angel on the stage. Her body, especially her full breasts glowed like marble due to the rare exposure to bright sunlight. He was being unusually gentle with her and she had to force down a smile when she noticed that the chief was trying his best to look tall beside her. She thought, that must be something all men had in common; to be taller than the mate. Despite his best efforts, he was barely passing her shoulders. An old man arrived to face them with a cup in his hand and started to pray while holding the cup up in to the sky. All the villagers around them went silent and closed their eyes to pray silently with the old man. After about half an hour of praying, Julie was starting to get tired of standing still for a long time. Bringing a relief to her, the old man stopped the praying and among cheers of the villagers, he offered the cup to chief. He drank half of the cup in two gulps and offered it to Julie. She slowly took the cup in her hands, uncertain of what to do with it and the chief gave a motion of drinking and she knew she had to drink from it. It smelled awful and she took a small sip of it. It tasted more awful than the smell. With an expression of disgust, she quickly offered the cup back to chief. This brought a loud laughter from the villagers and the chief signed her to finish the whole cup. Seeing no other way of escaping, Julie pinched her nose close with one hand and gulped down the rest in three gulps. She felt sick drinking the foul drink and cursed the person who had the bright idea of making a bride drink foul things at her wedding.

Soon Julie started to feel something hot in her stomach. In few moments the heat started spread through her whole body. In a minute, her breathing started to get heavy and her nipple started to stand out proud. With a gasp, she realized that she was starting to get wet between her legs and her mind was getting overwhelmed with carnal desires. She guessed that the foul drink must have been an aphrodisiac. She welcomed the pleasure and the idea of being horny when the couple go in to the marriage bed. But it was too early in the celebration to get horny and the chief or the villagers didn't appear to have the desire to leave the place anytime soon. While Julie concentrated on keeping her horniness at bay till the celebrations finish, chief's hands started to push her down to all four position on the stage. Then she realized what was about to happen. She was going to have sex in front of a whole village while being high on an aphrodisiac.

The main event of the celebration was to witness the consummation of the bonding. It was a show of the groom's strength and virility; a show of the bride's femininity and fertility. Even small children attended the celebration to witness their king and queen's capabilities. It was a normal thing to have sex in front of watching eyes in the village due to one room hut design. Children learned about ways of breeding at early ages watching their parents in the act. So everyone lifted whatever they were drinking or eating and cheered the initiation of the bonding act.

After successfully manipulating Julie in to the desired position, the chief knelt behind her holding his now oily, fully erected penis in hand. With the other hand, he undid the string that held her straw skirt on to her body. As the bunch of straws dropped on to the floor where her knees were placed; her full round ass came in to view decorated with a pussy that had pink lips dripping with excitement. While grabbing her hip with his arm, he pointed the large head of his cock at the dripping entrance to commence the bonding ritual.

Julie kept looking at the floor breathing heavily while she waited for the inevitable intrusion of Six bumps in to her. Her mind was a sexual blur. The aphrodisiac, the exposure of her nudity and the public sex act had her excited near to an orgasm. Then she felt the big head part her inner lips and press on her already pulsating opening. The chief grabbed hard on to her hips with both his arms and thrust in to her hard. Julie lifted her head and let out a very womanly shuddering moan. Then came the second thrust. She looked up with her now glazed blue eyes and let out a loud moan in a higher pitch. When the third thrust came, after much practice with chief, she instinctively got the perfect timing and pushed back to meet his thrust. The blue gem pressed hard on to her anus and Julie let out a hybrid of a moan and a scream while her whole body shuddered. Her eyes rolled back in to her head and she gurgled something incomprehensible as a splashing sound came and clear liquids started to flow down from the junction the chief and Julie were connected.

The crowd was going mad with cheering and clapping. They came for a show and they got even extra within the first minute of the show. It was rare to find a woman that can orgasm just by having a cock in her, and it was rarer to find a woman who squirted with orgasms. The chief have certainly found one of the rarest gems and he was capable enough to fully utilize its potentials. For the few people who had doubts about the outsider woman, that was more than enough to accept her eligibility as the chief's first mate. The women who had an eye for the position and chief's other mates that was jealous of Julie, silently accepted their defeat as they couldn't compete with a performance like that.

With that single orgasm, the chief became the luckiest man in the village, instead of Julie becoming the luckiest woman in the village. She became the idol of all women and the most desired woman among the men. Girls would look up to her and all the boys would look for a little of Julie in a girl when they chose one. She would become the standard for beauty and fertility. She would become the rare gem of the village.

After the orgasm, Julie didn't fully come back to the reality. She felt like she was in a constant half orgasm state and was possessed by a sex demon. From then on, the ceremonial bonding became a fucking competition between chief and Julie. She bucked like a mare and fucked back the chief vigorously. In an effort not to get pushed off or not to be out fucked by his first mate, he grabbed on to her long hair with one hand like a cowboy grabbing on to reins in a rodeo. While pulling on her hair to show her smooth long neck, he pounded back in to Julie, sending ripples of shock waves along her body from where his pelvis slapped loudly on her full soft ass. Mesmerizing the eyes of the spectators, her firm breasts defied gravity even when they were hung down and rocked back and forth in their own rhythm.

Julie wasn't stopping fucking back even when she orgasmed and squirted. The indications to her climaxing were, when she changed her moans to animalistic groans, signs of muscles quivering and visible splashing of clear liquids splashing around where her vagina and chief's cock battled for dominance. And during all that she didn't miss a beat and thrust back to meet his thrusts. Their bodies started to drench with perspiration due to the heavy work out they were receiving and chief himself was now breathing hard to catch his breath.

The villagers were taken aback by Julie's performance. Not only her beauty, her vigor and spirit seemed to be second to none too. She was giving the chief a run for his money, who was famed to be able to fuck women to be bed ridden for few days. A new found respect for Julie was starting to manifest in the hearts of the villagers. Among the pouring of cheers, a new chanting was beginning to grow. Soon the chanting became clear and loud.

"Aka una, aka una, aka una, aka una."

The chanting went on and on as they cheered the strong white woman. The chanting meant 'White spirit'. For the tribe, the holiest beings that governed the forest were spirits. In the half hour praying of the bonding ceremony they were praying to the spirits to give their blessings to the bonding and the village. So being called a spirit was an honor even few chiefs get to experience. For them it was the perfect bonding. The chief who was hailed as the 'Tiger spirit' for his ferociousness was now bonding with 'White spirit'. The bonding of two spirits to guide the tribe was a blessing that came straight from the spirit land.

Hearing the villagers call his first mate the 'White spirit' made chief's heart filled with pride. He thought that it must be true as nothing from the mortal world could be this beautiful. The idea of getting to breed a spirit turned him on so much, he pushed hard in to Julie and started to orgasm. Feeling him shooting his molten hot cum into her, Julie let out her last guttural scream and orgasmed while massaging the spurting cock with her walls. The chanting stopped and a loud cheer rang across the village as the bonding of the two spirits were finalized.

The excess of cum, dripped down on to Julie's discarded straw skirt as the chief kept pumping seed in to her. The fine designs on the scrotum and lines in his pelvis were washed away thanks to Julie's spray washing of love. When he pulled his cock out, she let her body fall on the floor of the stage. As the chief stood up with effort while breathing really hard, three woman came and lifted the sweat drenched body of Julie and carried her in to the hut. As they carried her, chief's cum poured out of her open sex and left a trail behind them to show where the white spirit had gone to.

Sam entered the hut where he and his wife used to live. It had only been about a month since they took vows to be together forever and now he could hear the celebrations of his beautiful wife getting married to someone twice her age. On the mat was Julie's neatly folded yellow sundress. Leaving her dress was the symbol of leaving her past world behind and entering a new world. She refused to take any mementoes from the old world in to the new world. On the dress, sparkling, was the diamond wedding ring he had put on her finger a month ago. The message Julie had left to Sam was crystal clear. Sam knelt in front of it and held the dress with the ring on it with his two arms. Dark spots started to appear on the dress as tears fell on it. He loved her and still did. Those were the mementoes Julie had left for him. The mementoes from his long lost lovely Julie before she changed in to someone he didn't recognize. Mementoes from the woman he married before the chief killed her and put another woman in her body.

Sam thought that what Jack said and explained, made perfect sense now. He had slept in Jack's hut after he realized the love making between the chief and Julie wasn't going to end soon and he had already had enough of watching his wife enjoying another man. In the morning when Jack stopped Sam when he was about to go back to his hut and informed him that Julie was getting married to chief that day, he lost his mind. He started to run in to the forest. Even though it should take about one day to reach the poison forest, he was determined to run non-stop till he reach there and escape this nightmare or die trying.

Surviving in the forest for ten years had granted Jack a strong and nimble body too. Soon he caught up to Sam and tackled him down. He had a feeling about what Sam was about to do. He wasn't going to give up on the friend he met after a decade. He was trying his best to keep Julie and Sam alive in this ordeal. He wasn't happy, but was glad when Julie changed her personality and insured her survival in this harsh place. For Jack, Sam and Julie were more than friends. After a decade of isolation from outside world, he immediately opened his heart to the young couple. Julie looked and behaved so much like his little sister at home, he immediately started to love her as his own sister. Soon he started to love Sam as a younger brother that he never had. They were his family. And he wasn't planning on letting a family member die a useless death.

After the tackle, Sam tried to wrestle Jack off of him. Jack knew talking wouldn't calm Sam down and delivered a powerful punch in to his chin. After seeing stars for few minutes, he had calmed down enough to listen to reason. He sat on the ground and screamed while crying,

"That whore took vows with me a month ago and now she can't get enough of that old monkey's dick. She was a slut enough to fuck another in front of me, but I never thought a woman could stoop low enough to marry again while being married to another man."

Jack let out a sigh and sat on the ground in front of Sam.

"Sam, if you are done letting it out, please listen to what I have to say. I completely understand how you feel and I personally think you did well not to get killed in this whole mess. I'm not a scientist, but I'm quite knowledgeable about human mind. That woman who is getting married, is not the Julie you loved or married," Jack said looking in to Sam's eyes.

Sam kept looking at Jack with big eyes that had a look of amazement and confusion before replying.

"What do you mean she's not Julie?"

After clearing his throat, Jack entered in to his former academic mode.

"Alright, this might sound strange, so try to bear with me. All humans have different personalities in them. But there's always a major personality that defines who we are. Other personalities are made from desires and feelings the deep mind experience throughout our lives. Some personalities never come out and some temporarily come out when our mind is instable. For example, when we are angry or drunk. In some occasions when the human mind is exposed to a big shock or a pain, something that could shake the foundation or the very structure of a personality and if the person really do not want to modify or change the major personality they have, as a defense mechanism, the original personality enters in to a state like hibernation. A new personality that had been sleeping and deemed not as important as the main one, normally takes over as the major personality."

Jack stopped his explanation briefly to see if Sam was understanding what he was saying. The look of realization in Sam's eyes answered his question.

"Do you mean the same happened to Julie? A new personality took over to protect herself?" Sam asked in disbelief.

"Yes I think so. Being with Julie for so long, you must have realized it was impossible for a person to change completely in one day. The Julie we both love must have gone in to hibernation during the rape. That woman loved you too much to let go and didn't want to accept the rape. She sacrificed her own body to preserve her love for you."

Jack looked at Sam with a raised eye brow and asked,

"Do you still want to throw your life away and just give up?"

Sam put his arms on his head.

"Oh my god, I'm such a fool. Julie once told me that when she was small, she had multiple personality disorder. It all makes sense now. I knew so much about Julie to know that it wasn't her but wasn't wise enough to realize what had happened. Instead of rationally think about it, I blamed my lack of manliness and Julie's unfaithfulness."

"With age comes wisdom, Sam," Jack said while putting an arm on his shoulder and smiled.

At that moment, Sam's old personality and confidence came back to him. It wasn't the Julie he loved that rejected him or found him inadequate. It was the new personality. The real Julie loved him enough to reject the pleasures she felt from a big penis and chose to give up her body rather than being unfaithful to him. It was him who was lack of love or trust. While standing up, Sam promised to himself that he would never again give up on his wife. As a phoenix rising from ash stronger; Sam rose to his feet with a stronger heart.

The tears that fell on the yellow dress weren't tears of sorrow. Those tears were a tribute to the old Julie who chose to love him over death. Knowing that made him love Julie even more. Even if it was another personality that was getting married, it was still a part of Julie and the real Julie was also still sleeping in that beautiful body. Realizing that, all the sorrow and hatred washed away from Sam's mind. If the new Julie was going to be happy by entering a new life with the chief, he was going to give his blessing. He felt in a way that the new personality is the sister of Julie he loves. There was no reason to being upset about his sister-in-law marrying someone. Still, there was a chance that old self of Julie might come back. Sam determined himself to be alive and be close to Julie as in case if she came back to her old self, he didn't want her to find herself alone.

When Julie woke up, she found herself lying on fur instead of a straw mat. It felt good to be lying on something soft after a long time. When she surveyed the hut, it was the size of a small room and was heavily decorated. Light seeped in to the hut through a window slit and she knew that she didn't sleep through her wedding day. Her whole body blushed when she thought back about how she behaved in front of the whole village. Looking around she noticed that her body had been cleaned and a new straw skirt was placed right beside the pile of fur she was lying on. She put on the skirt and slowly walked out of the entrance and was surprised to find herself in a big hut that resembled a meeting hall. There were three more entrances to other rooms like huts and a big entrance as the exit. The chief's hut was the only hut in the village that had room-like small huts connected to it. One as chief's bedroom, one for his mates, one as a kitchen, one as storage and in middle of all, the big meeting hut for his official use.