Glade and Ivory Ch. 25

The Cave Painters were visibly excited by the offer and had forgotten that they could so easily just have killed the trespassers and raped Glade anyway. The Cave Painter who'd spoken to her nodded his head and addressed the others. Although Glade was the only one who could understand what he was saying, the tone of it was clearly conciliatory. She smiled reassuringly at the hunters and attended the Chief's wounds as a wife would. She told him about what she had parleyed with the Cave Painters.

"Is it a good thing to do?" asked Chief Cave Lion whose interests in the rightness of her actions were rather secondary to the pain he was suffering.

"If it saves our lives and the lives of those in the Mountain Valley waiting for us to return," Glade said, "then it is a good thing."

The serial fucking Glade endured was almost a formal ritual. Indeed, no more than ten of the Cave Painters actually participated. Glade knew, as none of the hunters did, that amongst the Cave Painters the serial taking of one or more women was a common rite in the seasonal festivals. Consequently, they were well-disciplined and not especially excitable. She disrobed in an open space where her only protection from the icy weather and the sprinkle of snowflakes were the warmth of the Cave Painters' sweaty bodies and the furs they continued to wear. Glade lay down on her furs and her legs were splayed open and welcoming. The men fucked her one by one. They were not all able to ejaculate but they were eager to pretend they had done so. Glade good-naturedly complied with the pretence by faking her cries of orgasm.

The first to fuck her was the Cave Painter who'd been their spokesman and was well respected by the others. He was efficient and mechanical in his love-making. This was clearly intended as an example to the others who followed suit. The Cave Painters watched the proceedings with solemn faces as they might a ritual fucking while Chief Cave Lion and his hunters looked on with disgust and weary resignation.

After the fucking, Glade was allowed to put back on her furs and robes which had been ripped by the rocks and stones that covered the ground. The Cave Painters then gathered together the spears, flints and other weapons that the Mammoth Hunters had lain down.

"We will march ahead of the Cave Painters," Glade told the hunters after a brief discussion with their spokesman. "It is less than a day's walk and we should arrive before dark if we do not dawdle. When we arrive, we shall parley with the Cave Painters' chief and he shall decide our fate."

"The fate of our bravest hunters was left to the whim of monsters that had already killed three of them and wounded our chief?" commented Ivory who was aghast at the indignity when Glade recounted this. "That is not right. A warrior should never surrender."

"There was no choice."

"And you let all those men fuck you one after the other!" Ivory gasped in dismay. "How could you?"

"It was all I could do," said Glade. "Believe me, my sweet young apprentice, this wasn't the first time in my life I've been fucked by many men one after the other. And this time was by no means the worst."

"What did the Chief think?"

"Why should he think anything?" wondered Glade. "He would quite happily have been one of the men who fucked me. Just as would have any of the hunters in our company if they'd had the opportunity."

"It's disgusting!"

"Why?" wondered Glade. "As you know so well, I'm a good woman to fuck. Why shouldn't a man want to fuck me?"