In the Valley of the Amazons Ch. 03

I leaned down to kiss her, taking the time to slowly remove the few articles of clothing that covered her body. I moved down slowly until I was just over her delicious cunt. That morning I had taken her by surprise, but there would be no surprise tonight. Hosi knew exactly what was coming, not that she wouldn't enjoy it every bit as much as that morning demonstration more than eighteen months ago.

I had one or two surprises I hadn't shared with Hosi. Should I try one now? Why not? There's a certain depravity associated with sex in a motel, hotel, inn, or even the city park. I lifted Hosi's legs and covered her cunt with my mouth. I reached up to massage her breasts and roll her nipples. So far I had left her areolas alone. I'd deal with them later. Hosi was reacting as I had anticipated—she was oozing nectar; it coated her legs. I felt she was ready.

I moved up to suck her clit while I pushed my finger into her ass. I began to rub as my other hand went to her tunnel in search of her G-spot. I could feel my other finger from her ass. That's all I did—suck and rub...suck and rub. It was funny watching and feeling Hosi squirm and it was amazing to know that I could render a fierce warrior helpless with nothing more than my fingers and tongue. I felt her begin to shudder and shake. In a minute it had expanded to a full-blown orgasm, but I kept up my attentions. Hosi experienced one orgasm after another for almost two minutes. It was as though she'd had one giant orgasm that wouldn't end. Finally—mercifully—I stopped.

Hosi was covered in sweat. It was the first time I'd ever seen her out of breath. She lay there for several minutes until she could speak, "What was that?"

"My secret weapon-I save it for special occasions...and for very special women." I leaned down to give her a quick kiss. "Now I think we should go to sleep, don't you?" Hosi was too tired to argue.

CHAPTER 3

The following morning we took our air charter up river. I always found it incredible how different things looked from the air. Even at 125 miles per hour the trip took us six hours. We exited and thanked our pilot before walking the short distance to the harbor. We met Reta and Scott en route and we could tell something was wrong. The expression on Reta's face said it all. Hosi ran to her. "It's the Queen, " Reta began, "she fell and Dennis thinks she's going to have a..." Scott filled in the blank, "miscarriage."

Reta continued, tears in her eyes, "Dennis doesn't think she will live. The fall hurt some things inside her. Oh, Hosi what will we do?"

Hosi hugged her friend, "Right now there is nothing we can do. We can't go up the river in the dark...it's much too dangerous. We have no choice but to wait until tomorrow." We walked back to the harbor where Scott had reserved two rooms. Hosi was really down. I asked her what would happen—who would become the new queen if Aleppa died.

"There will be a competition—the best warrior will win and become queen. We do not fight each other, but we will have a contest. I believe it will be between me and Reta. You'd better hope I win."

"Why?"

"Reta appears to be in agreement with all the Queen's proclamations, but I know her like I would a sister; she has very different ideas. I believe that she would enslave all the men if she becomes the next queen. I know what you are thinking—so what, you'd still be mine. But, there is no guarantee in fact I think she would split us up. She still remembers how you outsmarted her with Scott. Reta doesn't forget. It would be an interesting competition—Reta is stronger than me, but I have better skills. Let us hope that the Queen survives."

We slept uneasily and were up at dawn. We piled into the boat and Scott fired up the engines. We pulled quickly into the river. In less than a minute we were at top speed of more than forty-five miles an hour. Scott, Reta, and Hosi kept a sharp eye upriver while I checked behind us. Allowing the valley to be found would be a catastrophe for the tribe. I saw nothing for more than an hour. We met no other boats, so we were in the clear. That gave me time to think about the other potential problem—what to do if Aleppa died and was succeeded by Reta.

I knew I couldn't bear being separated from Hosi so I had to find a solution. I'm pretty good at solving problems and I had the solution to this one by the time we turned into the tributary that would lead to the waterfall and the valley. I would discuss everything with Hosi, but only when I could be sure that we would not be overheard.

We reached the waterfall by mid-afternoon and had climbed the rope within ten minutes of our arrival, rushing to the hospital. Dennis greeted us with no smile on his face and no hope in his heart. Quickly, he told us of her internal injuries, how the fetus was already dead, and how she was bleeding to death internally. After Scott and Reta had returned home Dennis continued with us, going over some information he wanted to keep confidential, "I don't understand how she could sustain such severe injuries by falling down a few stairs. The highest staircase in the palace is six steps. These injuries look like she fell down several flights, at least. It's a mystery, that's for sure." Hosi and I left, taking our sleeping daughter over my shoulder. We were home in minutes.

Hosi began to speak, but I silenced her with a finger to her lips. "I need to go to the forges tomorrow morning," I told her, "will you please come with me? We can bring Kela with us." Hosi picked up on what I was doing and went along, agreeing immediately as we prepared for our evening meal and an early bedtime.

Once in bed we were able to whisper. "Something smells badly here, Hosi," I began, "Dennis didn't want to say it out loud, but he thinks there was foul play. Someone here in the valley is responsible. I don't know how yet, but I'll figure it out. We also need to talk about the successor and what we'll do if Reta wins. We can talk some more tomorrow." I kissed Hosi and she spooned with me as usual. Once again we slept fitfully.

We woke early when Kela saw us and began to coo excitedly. We brought her to our bed, playing baby games with her until we rose. We had a light breakfast of fruit and bread before checking on the Queen's condition. There was no change; she was still in a coma, one from which she was unlikely to recover.

Hosi and I walked with our toddler through the pine woods into the mountains. I made sure we were alone before I spoke, "I think someone threw Queen Aleppa down the stairs—maybe more than once. She's young and in good health. She's strong—a warrior—and she's probably fallen dozens of times without a problem. So how did she fall and do so much damage? I think that she was tricked by someone she trusted and thrown down. That's the only solution that makes sense."

"OK, David, but who would do something like that?"

"Ask yourself...who would profit from the Queen's death?"

Hosi brought her hands to her mouth, "Reta? Surely you don't think..."

"Yeah, I do. I think her behavior the last two days was just an act. We know she disagreed with the Queen on the slavery issue and there's a good chance she could be the next queen. Know anyone else who stands to benefit? Only you, and you were hundreds of miles away. I want you to be extremely careful around Reta until this is resolved.

"Now, let's assume that Reta is the next queen. What do we do? I think we and the other men have to leave. There's only one way we can do that."

"Yes, you will need your guns. They would swing the balance of power in your favor. I believe I can get them, but it will have to be secretly—very late at night."

"If you can do that I will take care of the rest—talking to Scott, Dennis, and Kevin. We would only need one boat so if we go we will have to disable the other. That's easy to do. If this doesn't give you the motivation to beat her, I don't know what will." Hosi wore a determined expression as she nodded her agreement.

CHAPTER 4

I spoke to Scott, Dennis, and Kevin later in the day. Dennis agreed with my assessment of Aleppa's injuries. All three agreed we would have to leave if Reta became queen. Late that night, early morning actually, two rifles, two pistols, and our packs full of ammunition were slipped through the rear window of Hosi's house. We hid them carefully beneath the floor. I had dug out a hollow in anticipation and dumped the soil in the street, much like the prisoners of war did in "The Great Escape," a movie I remembered well.

We were deeply saddened when Queen Aleppa passed on early the following morning. The palace bell was struck at noon, summoning the entire tribe to the plaza. The five eldest women addressed the tribe members from the top step of the palace entrance, "We regret to inform you that our beloved Queen has died. Her body will be cremated in the traditional ceremony tomorrow morning. However, her spirit will live on within us forever.

"The competition to select her successor will begin the following morning right here in the plaza with the traditional lifting of the tribal stone. Those who can lift the stone shall move forward into the bow and spear contests. As per our tradition, the winner will be our new queen. Let us go to our homes now to mourn our beloved Queen Aleppa. The Council of Elders will reign until the new queen is selected." Everyone was looking at the speaker—everyone, that is, except me. I was looking at Reta. I could see the scorn and derision on her face. Now I was sure she was involved in Queen Aleppa's death.

Hosi, Kela and I returned to our small house. With Hosi on guard I checked the storage place for the guns. They were undisturbed. While in the plaza I did some quick mental measurements of the stone. I retrieved my pocket calculator from my backpack and did some calculations. "Hosi, that 'stone' is mica schist. Based on my calculations it should weigh between 258 and 270 pounds. We need to talk about how to lift it. Let's go up to the forges. There are some similar stones up there." She put Kela on her hip and off we went.

"There is a whole science devoted to lifting, both by people and machines. The important thing is to lift with your legs." We stopped by a somewhat smaller rock and I demonstrated, "I suggest that you grip the stone with your arms and hands, spread your legs about as wide as your shoulders, and keep your back vertical—straight up and down. That way your legs will do all the work." I gave her a demonstration, easily lifting a rock that went about 150 pounds.

Hosi tried it on several rocks, perfecting the technique quickly. "Lifting like this will save your back for the other contests. Most people will bend over the rock like this and try to lift it. It's a great way to destroy your back. Those muscles are not designed to lift like that."

Hosi tried some more simple lifts before we turned back. "I'm glad you're on my side, David. You know so much that my people don't. I would never have guessed that I should lift that way. I'll bet that everyone else lifts the other way." We stayed at home the entire day except for time we spent at the toilet and the baths. Even there, usually a site for good conversation, the mood was somber. It was dark when we finished our dinner and had an unexpected guest—Scott.

"I was told to take a walk and not come back for an hour. Something's up, David; Reta's been acting funny all day."

"Why don't we eavesdrop and see if we can learn anything." I kissed Hosi and Kela good-bye and we walked the three blocks to Reta's house. En route we met Leba returning from treating a wounded foot. "Come along with us, Leba, but we must be completely quiet. There's something rotten going on." We detoured to the narrow alley that ran behind Reta's house and took station beside her rear window. I saw Leba holding her hand over her mouth as we listened. Reta was there with six other tribeswomen.

"Things will be a lot different once I'm queen. We'll put those inferior men in their place. Ha ha—they'll be our slaves. I'm especially looking forward to taking care of that David. He embarrassed me in front of the Queen. I've had to play a role ever since, but no more."

"You did a great job with the Queen, Reta," one of the others said. "I didn't think you'd be able to get her alone. There were always guards around when I was in the palace." It was another, apparently a follower.

"Actually, the whole thing was rather simple. I encouraged her to lead me down the steps. Once she was ahead of me I grabbed her elbows and lifted her over my head. I was able to throw her into the air. She crashed onto the stairs...she was injured, but not enough so I bashed her head into the step. That did the job, for sure."

"What will we do if Hosi wins? She'll be even worse than Aleppa was."

"That won't be a problem. She'll have the shortest reign in history. We can go there in the early morning while it's still dark and all the guards are sleepy. We'll kill her and her brat and anyone who gets into our way, but save David. I can't wait to see him under my whip. That alone will be worth everything I've had to do. Now...here's what we'll do..." I tapped Leba and Scott on the shoulders, signaling them to back away before we were discovered.

"Wow, what a bitch," Scott began, "and all this time I thought she loved me."

"Yes, Scott even I am amazed, but what will we do with this information?" It was Leba.

"I think, Leba," I began, "that for now we should do nothing. Let's wait and see how the contest goes. Then we'll know if we have to leave or if we have to set a trap of our own." I hugged her and kissed her cheek; I hugged Scott and we went our separate ways.

I went home and shook my head disgustedly at Hosi. She knew immediately what I was thinking. I had more to say—a lot more—but not until I could be sure we would not be overheard. That moment came sooner than I thought—while Kela was crying her head off. I began to clean her and while I did I whispered to Hosi, telling her everything that was said. Her expression hardened. She was ready for the contest.

We said our good-byes to Queen Aleppa the following morning. We expected the mood to be subdued, but I sensed an undercurrent of tension. Hosi and I stood behind and to the left of Reta and her friends; at times their behavior caught the attention of others present, but they obviously didn't care at all. I prayed Aleppa's spirit would continue its presence through Hosi, but I steeled myself to do what was necessary if Reta won. Hosi and I returned home once the cremation was completed. Later, the ashes would be strewn over the waterfall.

CHAPTER 5

I spent most of the afternoon massaging Hosi, preparing her for the stresses of the competition. The following morning the hopefuls gathered in the plaza, the rest of the tribe standing by as observers. Reta was at the front of the line. Hosi was at the end, exactly as we had planned. Reta bent at the waist, grabbed the stone and lifted. Her strength was obvious—she lifted the stone despite her bad form. I thought I saw her wince when she lowered it to the ground. That wince might prove a deciding factor in the competition—time would tell.

There were roughly fifty tribeswomen participating. I spoke to several observers and most either thought they would have no chance or expressed no interest in being queen. It took more than an hour to get even a third of the way through the line. Of the first seventeen only two including Reta had been able to handle the lift. All had used the "bend at the waist" technique. By the time Hosi was called there were five contestants. Hosi took the chalk I had given her and rubbed it on her chest, arms and hands. So many had tried the stone that it was wet with sweat. I'd found a deposit of chalk on an exploration in the mountains. It would help her grip tremendously.

Hosi approached the stone, seemingly pensive as if she were debating how to make the attempt. In truth she was psyching out the opposition. She bent her knees and wrapped her arms around the rock, set her feet, straightened her back and lifted. It was a challenge, but she handled it fairly easily, so easily that one of Reta's buddies complained about the use of the chalk and about her style, as well. The Elder in charge asked Hosi first about the chalk.

"The rock is wet from the others' exertions. Shouldn't I have an equal chance as those who went earlier—those who were able to grip and lift a dry rock? So far as my technique is concerned, I understand that I was to lift the stone. I didn't hear anything about how when we started." The Elder thought for only a second when she allowed Hosi's effort. Now there were six finalists.

Several went to the archery grounds to practice, but Hosi thought it unnecessary. "I practice five or six days a week. I can't imagine that one extra practice session will help me." Once we were home again I laid her on the bed so I could massage her muscles again. Using olive oil, I rubbed her neck, back and shoulders.

I spoke only when I got to her lower back, "Did you see Reta wince when she put the stone down. I wouldn't be surprised to learn that she strained her lower back. I couldn't believe that all the others tried to lift with their back muscles. They're obviously very strong, but let's see tomorrow how their backs hold up."

"You are right that they all are very strong. I think I could lift it that way, too, but I'm glad you showed me how to do it. I found it relatively easy. Hopefully, the rest of the contests will be as easy." I finished with her legs so I flipped her over. I had just begun on her shoulders when she pushed my hands away and pulled me down for a kiss.

"I think I could use something else to help me relax. The massage is great, but...you're even greater." She slipped my shirt over my head and my shorts down to my ankles. I was naked in a second. Hosi wrapped her long legs around my waist and pulled me into her, not that I needed much encouragement. We hadn't fucked in more than two days and we needed each other desperately. Hosi used her strength on me for the first time, but apologized immediately, "Sorry, David it's just that I need you so much. I just can't wait." She gripped me fiercely as she forced my hard cock as deeply as possible. I was just a tool for her pleasure and I didn't mind a bit.

Hosi bucked into me faster and harder with each thrust. It was only seconds before she was fucking like a dog—as fast as humanly possible. She couldn't get my cock into her fast enough or deep enough. Even though she was beneath me she was doing all the work; I was only along for the ride. Sure enough her work soon earned its reward. I felt the familiar churning in my balls and I could tell that Hosi was very close, too. Suddenly, she thrust up with even more force, power and speed. Her cunt squeezed me fiercely. She came so hard she actually squirted-something she had never done before. I pumped my semen into her over and over before collapsing onto her. We sighed together and kissed for many minutes before I asked, "Relaxed now?"

"Oh, yeah...never better. Maybe you'd better finish the massage now. Then we can eat." I went back to work and when I was done I was sure that she could perform at maximum efficiency tomorrow. I only prayed that it would be good enough.

The entire tribe assembled on the practice field for the archery competition. Each contestant fired three shots at the target, a red square approximately one foot square on a split log placed into the ground. The first set of shots appeared to be about 20 yards away. I wasn't surprised to see all six score perfectly at this distance. Two missed on one of their three shots when the target was moved back to about thirty. Hosi, Reta and two others remained. Only Hosi and Reta were able to achieve perfect scores at forty yards and at fifty. The Elders decided to move to the spear throwing in an attempt to break the tie.