Every Man's Fantasy Ch. 08

She held his head to her breast and put her fingers in his hair.

"Yes, that's it!" she said, "That's good!"

His roving right hand reached her pussy: his left hand was massaging her right tit, squeezing and fondling. She spread her legs and pushed up her pelvis, giving his hand full access.

Ezra had fucked a fifty-year-old woman before, when he was in his mid-twenties. The barrel-shaped Russian woman, Tatiana Tchernikovna, had been a wonderful teacher and sex-partner. Something important she taught him was the pleasure of a frustrating delay. He ignored Belena's pussy and pulled away, to continue undressing her slowly, putting gentle kisses on her dry skin as he exposed it.

Now they were both naked and he lay on her and pulled her arms over her head, trapping them together with one hand. He kissed her and fondled her tit again with his free hand. She responded eagerly to the kiss and didn't try to rescue her arms. She was not really trapped under him but she was losing herself to the feeling of surrender, of having no choice but to respond. He was offering her a gift, to give in to him and release the burden of authority.

"Leave your arms there," he commanded, to see what she would do. She obeyed and he began to kiss down her thin body. From her noise, he could tell she liked having her ribs kissed, so he spent some time there, meanwhile working his hand up her thigh again.

"Spread your legs!" he said when he got to her pussy and, with a finger-tip, checked to see if she was getting wet. Not enough. He put his fingers in her mouth and she sucked them, then he began to play with her clitoris while he kissed along her belly to her pubic mound.

"Oh God! Oh, yes!" she moaned as he put his mouth to her clitoris and sank a finger into her vagina but he didn't let her get too worked up. He pulled back to kiss her thighs, stroking his fingertips gently around her pussy, building her arousal one level at a time.

When he kissed back to her pussy, he made her cum, with his tongue flicking over her clit and a finger rubbing her g-spot. She cried out "Oh God!" and lay back, breathing heavily, but all this time she hadn't moved her arms.

Ezra made her cum a few more times with his tongue and fingers before he got her to kneel and suck his cock and then gave her a long slow fucking, lying on her at first but ending doggy-style, with her kneeling across the bed, her skinny arse in the air, him standing behind her, ramming her hard.

They rested for half-an-hour before Ezra was ready to go again. He lay on the bed, gathering his strength and she lay beside him, twiddling her fingers in his chest-hair.

"Ezra, that was even better than I expected. It was like you knew my body better than I do."

"Yes, it seems that way but I'm really following your directions, reading the signs you're giving me."

"I wasn't aware of giving you any signs."

"Yet you were."

She thought for a minute. It was the afterglow of the sex that inspired her: her brain was doubtless still a little foggy from her ecstatic highs.

"If we are so well attuned, maybe we would make good partners in other things."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what would you say to becoming joint chief with me? You've shown only a few Earth-skills but you are already fundamentally changing the tribe. Doubtless there are many more skills you could teach us. So what if I make you responsible for our buildings and technology. I'll handle our negotiations with the other tribes and keep the women in good order."

"I don't know, Belena. I have friends among the Woodlanders. I don't want to leave them."

"You won't need to. You can visit them as often as you like and, maybe, in the future, we can combine our tribes. Of course, you'll keep all your present bedmates and take as many new ones as you want; but we'll rule together. It'll be a relief to hand over half my power to someone I can trust. And when Gerta is ready to take my place, you can rule jointly with her. What do you say?"

"It's a generous offer, Belena. I need to consider it carefully. I've never wanted power for myself, but it's tempting."

"How tempting?"

"Very tempting. There's so much I could do to improve life on Samothea and the Woodlander tribe is just not big enough."

"I see the possibilities are opening up to you, there's an urge to say 'Yes'."

"You're right. I'd find it very difficult to turn down this opportunity. Let's say I give you a provisional 'Yes' and we sleep on it?"

"No, let's say you give me a definite 'Yes' and we fuck on it!"

She pulled him onto her. He rolled over and planted his mouth on hers. He was soon ready and slipped his cock gently into her, taking his time, speeding up gradually, rocking her body in ways she'd never known before. When she came, he switched their positions. This time they finished with her on top with him thrusting up into her to a mutual throbbing climax.

While Belena and Ezra fucked, Kalyndra knocked at the back of his hut and climbed through the gap in the wall. Calliope and Thalassa were already there, along with all the diver faction: seven women in all, plus Leanne, who was a salter but agreed to support Calliope if she stood up against Belena, The hut was lighted by two small flickering orange tapers. There was suspicious silence for a second, then Calliope said:

"Thank you for coming, Kalyndra. Have you told Ferne where you've gone?"

"No, but I've warned her that something important is happening that threatens to change everything for us."

"I see. What did she say?"

"She's willing to listen."

"That's good enough."

Calliope was not worried that Ferne might be organising against her. There was no going back now. The women got down to business. With Leanne and Kalyndra on side, the gap in numbers between the two factions was only three. With Ferne as well, they would be the stronger politically and able to make changes. The problem would be to show Ferne and the other members of the salter faction that the Mariner tribe was viable without Belena, that they could prosper with Calliope, Ferne or someone else as chief.

The discussion lasted an hour, during which Kalyndra learned what had been resolved and that it was only now a question of numbers and timing. Of course, she gave her support, as she promised Ezra, though she was not fully convinced a new chief would be an improvement.

"I understand your scepticism," Calliope assured her. "But we are too far into this to stop now. We get an agreement with the tribe tonight or we give up. Does everyone agree?"

They did.

"So I suggest you tell Ferne what we have resolved and ask her to join us, if she will."

Kalyndra left by the front door. From now on, it didn't matter who was spying on them. She was back in ten minutes with Ferne, who looked even more sceptical than Kalyndra had been; but she listened patiently and asked only pertinent questions. Accusations of tyranny and favouritism against Belena were not a complete revelation, of course, but there were some details she hadn't heard before. Devon's testimony changed things for her; and so did Thalassa. She saw the look of relief on the innocent girl's face as Calliope explained that her daughter would have gone to Belena's boat tonight rather than cause friction in the camp but the women in this hut had vowed to prevent it at all costs.

It reminded Ferne how differently she had felt when Belena first invited Kalyndra to join her for the night. Ferne thought it was an honour and never bothered to ask her daughter what she thought of it. Doubtless, she hadn't suffered the horror Devon related but it was easy not to notice things when one prefers not to see them. Besides, regardless of Belena's sexual character, there was the future of the tribe to consider.

Ferne said: "I admit I've not wanted to rock the boat while Belena negotiated such good deals with the Herders and Cloners, so I worry that we will all be worse off without her."

"I agree," Calliope replied. "Belena's personal influence has helped our case, especially with the Herders, but the economic conditions are the same, whoever rules; and with Ezra potent and willing to father children with us, we are in a good position in general with the Cloners. We can even afford to be more generous to the Woodlanders than Belena has been so far."

"I don't doubt it, though we are talking about long-term plans for the future. You have no experience of leadership."

"No, only of this small faction. But you have."

Ferne paused. She had long been second-in-command to Belena.

"I do have more experience than you, Calliope, but I'm better suited to being a lieutenant and I have no other ambition. If we are going to do this properly, then you'll have to be the one to stand against Belena. You'll have to be our new chief."

"So you'll join us?"

"If the tribe no longer wants Belena, then she must go. I am with you."

Now they had to put the case to the tribe. In fifteen minutes, all the adult women were crammed into Ezra's hut and Calliope announced that she and Ferne had formed a united faction against Belena. There was little to discuss after the complaints against Belena's tyranny, sexual abuse and favouritism were announced: only those unaffected by her might not object. Calliope asked for a vote and, with Ferne giving support, the decision was unanimous: Belena's rule was over.

7Belena is banished

Next morning, when she emerged from her boat-house with a long stretch and a wide contented smile, Belena was greeted by the whole tribe, waiting in a semi-circle outside her door. Her smile vanished when she saw their stony faces.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

Calliope stepped forward.

"Belena. The Mariner tribe had a meeting last night and made a decision."

"What decision?"

"We no longer want you as our chief."

"That is mutiny. You can't do that. If you want to vote me out, we have elections every five years."

"It's not mutiny. We can reject you if you have broken our laws, as you have."

"Which laws?"

"Abuse of power, favouritism, tyranny and rape."

"Who accuses me of these offences?"

Calliope signalled Devon. The girl stepped boldly forward:

"I accuse Belena of tyranny and rape."

"Nonsense!" Belena exclaimed.

Leanne stepped forward. "I accuse Belena of tyranny."

Cressi stepped forward. "I accuse Belena of rape."

Other women stepped forward to make accusations of abuses and favouritism until Belena held up her hands, saying: "Stop! This is all nonsense. Can't you see? Calliope is a traitor, she's put you all up to this so she can grab power for herself. Ferne, you can't have been taken in by her."

"I'm sorry, Belena," Ferne said, "it's all over. The tribe has decided."

"It's not the law!" Belena insisted; but with Ferne's opposition and her daughter away, some of the fight went out of her and she looked around for support. There was no one; then she remembered. Ezra was behind her. He hadn't spoken yet. She turned to him.

"Ezra, you see there's a conspiracy against me. You'll take my side?"

But he walked past her and stood beside Calliope and folded his arms.

That took the rest of the fight out of her. She seemed to collapse a moment. Then she straightened up and, ignoring the women, pointed an accusing finger at Ezra, her face contorted with anger, almost spitting the word, she shouted: "Liar!"

He felt the accusation keenly and bowed his head.

"Belena, I'm sorry, I never meant ..."

But she turned her back to him, tears welling in her eyes, she quietly repeated the word "Liar!"

"Belena Mariner," Calliope intoned loudly. "For your crimes and abuses, you are no longer chief of the Mariners. From this moment, you are an exile for six months, until Gerta and Helen come back from the Cloner City, when we will have an election. We have food, water and a tent for you to take with. Pack your belongings and be gone!"

There was nothing Belena could do. She collected her most prized possessions into a bag, put on her best cloak and washed the tears from her face. She made a dignified exit, though when Ferne tried to speak privately to her, Belena shrugged her off. She was given a backpack that undid into a small tent. Kalyndra handed her a bag of food and a large bladder of water. May and Della ran forward to be hugged one last time and then she was off, her rule ended, her spirit broken.

There was relief in the Mariner Settlement but no celebration. Rather, the women were quiet and some even wondered if they had done the right thing. Ferne indicated to Calliope that here was the first test of her leadership.

Calliope stood on a bench and spoke in loud commanding tones.

"Ladies! Feel sad for Belena but feel no remorse. She was a tyrant who divided us into antagonistic forces. Now we can be a harmonious tribe once again. Who can regret this? Who thinks it was wrong to keep our daughters safe?"

"So here are my first orders. The instruments Belena used to abuse our girls are to be destroyed. I want us all to see them burned."

Devon was happy to be first to obey. She entered the boat and re-emerged with the leather bag, which she emptied onto the camp-fire. The other women helped her pile up dry logs around the bundle of whips, straps, gags and dildos. Kindling was added and then a lighted stick from the stove was thrown on the pile.

The women watched the fire build, flames licking the pile of wood, singeing the leather implements. Then with emissions of grey smoke, the pile of dildos caught flame. Devon stood nearest, seeking closure on the ugliest episode in her life as the fire roared and the instruments of her torture reduced to ashes.

Afterward, the women went about their usual allotted chores, while Ferne and Calliope sat down to organise new rosters of work, which would share out the jobs fairly. They also had to decide when to contact the other tribes with the news. There was a trade meeting due with the Herders in two weeks and with the Woodlanders in three weeks. In three months, there was the annual meeting of all Samotheans near the Cloner City, though they were certain the Cloners would have the news long before then because Belena would surely have gone to stay there with her daughter.

As the women arrived back from their chores for lunch, Ferne and Calliope were just finishing up their plans, having decided to contact the Woodlanders as soon as possible and leave contacting the other tribes for now. Calliope gave her second orders as acting chief:

"Kalyndra, Devon. I want you to go to the Woodlander meeting place and send up a white smoke signal. Collect some food for lunch to take with. Off you go."

The girls exchanged a glance and then hurried to obey their orders. In ten minutes they'd gathered together food, water, a closed clay pot with living embers from the stove, a bag of earth, a small stack of kindling and a hand-axe to cut more wood if necessary. These things were needed for the smoke-signal code of the Mariners and Woodlanders.

When one tribe wanted to contact the other without making the day-long journey between the two camps, they would light a fire at the meeting place, adding a pale earth which coloured the smoke white or using charcoal, leaves and straw to send up black smoke. White smoke meant "Come to a meeting tomorrow." Black smoke meant "Come to a meeting now, we are waiting."

The girls set off and were soon on their way east across the plain, walking quickly and maintaining a wary silence. The major reason for their rivalry no longer existed but their competitiveness had a momentum of its own. Maybe sending them on this joint task was Calliope's way of telling them to sort out their differences, for the sake of the new regime.

Mentioning the Woodlanders reminded Calliope she hadn't seen Ezra since Belena's banishment. She looked around and asked where he was. No one knew, so she sent Thalassa in search of him.

Thalassa found him sitting on the bed in his hut, his head in his hands, staring at his feet.

"Ezra, Mum wants you."

He looked up, unfocussed.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing, only I feel sad for Belena, for what I did to her."

The beautiful girl with the straight chestnut hair and calm silver-grey eyes, usually so full of compassion, now had steel in her countenance. She came and sat next to him.

"You don't need to be sad for her," she said. "Belena deserved it."

"You're right. I'm pitying myself more than her but only because I broke my word. I led her on and lied to her. She deserved exile, but I made it worse."

"It is permitted to lie to liars, to deceive a deceiver."

"I suppose so; and I did what I needed to do."

"No, that's how tyrants talk. You did what was right. We all did. Also, you helped save me; so be happy for my sake, at least."

"Thalassa, I'm very happy I helped protect you. If there is any good in this whole business, it's that you're safe."

"There is much more good in this business than just my safety, Ezra. Devon and the others are avenged and my mother will be a better chief, you'll see."

"I think someone else will also make a better chief, some day. Do you have political ambitions, Thalassa?"

"Not that I know of," she answered, smiling, pleased he was coming out of his funk. "By the way, if you happen to feel sad again, there are a dozen women in this tribe who would dearly love the job of making you happy, any time you want to ask them. Including me."

He smiled. This wasn't the gentle diffident girl he knew in the forest.

"Thank you, but didn't you say Calliope wanted me?"

"Yes, come on." She jumped up and led him out of his hut to the table, where the tribe was having lunch.

"Ah, Ezra," Calliope said. "You're late for lunch. Are you hungry?"

"Not really."

"Very well. Help yourself when you are. Meanwhile, I sent Kalyndra and Devon to summon the Woodlanders to the meeting place tomorrow. I want you to be there."

"Of course, Calliope."

"Good. In case you're wondering, nothing in our agreement with you has changed. You're free to take whomever you like as a bedmate and stay with us as long as you like."

"Thank you. I'll keep to my plan. If she's willing, then Cressi should be my bedmate this week."

"Cressi?" Calliope said. "Did you hear that?"

"God, yes!" she replied.

Most of the women smiled at her lusty enthusiasm.

"That's settled," Calliope concluded. "Is everyone done with lunch? Yes? Then check with Ferne for the new work allocations. Althea, Leanne: you can help me clear out Belena's stuff from the boat. We'll store it in a spare hut."

With that, Calliope cleared away her plate, wiped her hands on her skirt, rolled up the sleeves of her blouse and walked with serene purpose into the old chief's boat, to take possession and stamp her authority (albeit temporary) on the tribe.

Ezra marvelled at her transformation and shared a knowing glance with Ferne, who was perhaps less impressed but equally admiring. In fact, most of the tribe noticed the transformation and looked on with the sense of satisfaction, feeling that they had made a good choice for Belena's replacement. Here was a real chief who needed only the opportunity to flourish. Here was a chief whose success was in their hands. They exchanged smiles and got on with their work.