N'Konga

Her Anus cause amusement, dark against her fair skin, a tiny puckered brown bud seemingly far too tiny to bury an eight inch penis in.

N'Balaskin was first to try her Anus, but the purple helmet of his slightly curved seven inch penis slipped off each time her tried to thrust at her, and her attempts to kick him reminded me of a thoroughbred race horse trying to avoid being saddled,

N'Balaskin gave up after a few tries contenting himself with dry humping her ass crack while squashing her breasts and crushing her nipples, she hated every second, his caresses his breath on her neck, his penis against her but mainly the way her nipples throbbed, pussy moistened until her juices ran uncontrollably and her clit cried out for attention.

N'Balaskin gasped, his eyes bulged and he suddenly shot his creamy load over Grace's elegant back, he staggered slightly as he backed away but then he scooped some of his thick creamy cum up on his finger and transferred it to her anus, working it around and around the tiny brown bud until it seemed to open like the petals of an exotic flower to reveal the delights of her tight dark play chute.

N'Konga tribe never had babies in the hot season, so from November through January the women had to use their smaller orifice to please their men, and through hundreds and thousands of years of evolution the local Tribes and evolved soft full anal lips easily able to accommodate the largest cock without fuss, while poor Grace with her mean European orifice was sadly deficient when it came to this necessary function.

N'Balaskin stretched the skin of her buttocks taut pulling her orifice open as he gradually workedmore and more cum into her as lubricant before his friend and rival Timonarus took his place.

Grace screamed like a Hyena and lashed out with her foot as Timonarus forced his long but slender black snake into Grace's tight virgin ass inch by agonised inch, but the screams were silenced as N'Balaskin offered his now semi hard penis to Graces sweet mouth and held her cheeks so she couldn't turn away.

She clamped her jaw shut but wiling hands held her nose and laughingly pried her mouth open so N'Balaskin could force himself past her teeth and deep into her throat.

Grace had become expert with her mouth at University, where a blow job was standard currency for a night out or a meal, even help with an assignment, but not filthy black cocks, those were freshly showered and pink and much, much shorter, she gagged, choked, coughed and then as N'Balaskin began to hump her mouth in time Timonarus's thrusts into her ass, her mind exploded in a kaleidoscope of asphixiated sensations.

N'Balaskin hardened and shot a second load within minutes nearly choking Grace but when he pulled out Timonarus replaced him merely to have his filthy appendage cleaned, again as in K'Konga tribal tradition the girl was expected to keep her back passage, which the Tribal language translated as Play Chute or secondary vagina, clean and ready for use at all times.

Grace nearly passed out as she dutifully cleaned Timonarus's cock and she completely missed the fact that Matumosaba had taken Timonarus's place at her anus, that is until her drove quickly and easily within her now softly yielding ass pussy.

She hated herself, not for the humiliation, her tacit acceptance of her treatment, her failure to fight, but for the fact she was now desperate for a cock, she didn't often have sex, and when she did it was often with a girlfriend or more often her vibrator, but he sensations the mens rapidly pistoning cocks sent to her vagina through the thin walls of her ass cavity were making her yearn for something to fill the aching void of her pussy and soothe her now frantic clitoris.

My girls knew something of how poor Grace felt and they whispered among themselves and Daisy went to fetch the Horn, one of many horns, antlers tusks and bones that they used when it was not their turn to sleep with me, but this was "The Horn" an antelope horn taken from a long dead beast but a horn which had lost much of its long sharp end and had instead healed over to form a beautifully rounded end while the hollow end neatly fitted over the surviving stump of the trunk of a stunted Akainsta tree which stood beside the main street, a cunningly contrived instrument of torture, and the girls scraped away the mud around the base of the tree until the horn was at exactly the right height or so they judged so as to send Grace wild.

Matumosaba took his pleasure and Helabia came up behind Grace, his powerful loins twitched just once to send his mighty shaft deep into Grace's tortured bowels and then he pounded her with short rapid thrusts like an animal, his ebony skin quite alien to her soft pink beauty.

Grace meanwhile sucked greedily at Matsumosaba's penis, licking even around his balls as he shafted her throat as his erection expanded once more, and thats when Ann took charge, ordering the men away and sa they withdrew so my girls surrounded Grace again and led her to the tree.

Grace protested feebly as they lifted her over the rounded bulb end of the horn ready to let her sink, until standing on tip toe the bulb was barely inside her, but as Grace stood beside the Stump they could see that their calculation were wrong so Bea promptly scooped mud away from around base of the tree where Graces bare feet would go, until the bulb of the horn was near her navel and then they lifted her on.

The rounded horny knob nuzzled Graces sweet pink lower lips and Daisy gently pated them withe her fingers and guided Grace over the knob, Grace gasped and struggled but she was helpless and she struggled frantically to put a foot or toe down as the girls lowered her down. Grace gasped as she found the horn filled her completely even when she found the ground with her foot and raised herself as high as she could, the horn still filled and the only relief cane when Helabia came up behind her once more and took some of her weight on his erection.

Centuries of civilisation now fell away as Grace struggled for her elusive orgasm, everything in her being buzzed except her poor neglected clit, the very trigger that needed squeezing to bring on the orgasmic state of ecstasy which she craved and now she stood like a frustrated doe antelope desperate for satisfaction, ready to accept the first brave to offer her a place in his household. But none did. I worried, Tribal lore said no food or drink could be offered until a offer had been made and excepted but my Tribesmen viewed her as a mere whore and not a serious wife.

"What will I do when the white men take her and my children away," Adamsnith asked when I enquired why he didn't offer Grace a post as junior wife in his small harem.

It was unheard of but she was used by ten that first night, and as the darkness fell my girls took her down and let her lie down and sleep on their bedroom floor, and then when she woke they denied her requests for food and water and took her again to the Horn and guided her down, this time they tied a leash to her collar as well to hold her down.

Grace squirmed on her post, the cum cascading down her throat sated her thirst but still no one offered, and towards noon she started bleeding, I was severely worried but it was just her period and as laid down in the unwritten Tribal laws we had to take her down.

She was so weak that I had the girls take her inside, where she lay sweating on the mud floor until the mud stained her fair skin to a filthy golden tan.

The time had passed for marriage when the bleeding stopped, she was my slave according to N'Konga law, so I had responsibilities, but Grace couldn't see that. Still she clung to her ideas of western superiority but when Celia began skillfully altering Grace's clothes and giving them to other tribes people and she was the last to eat from our cooking pot she started to learn.

She wasn't my wife, she had to learn so I had Wagnanga our most skillful bone carver make Grace a comforter, a piece of thighbone from an Elephant perhaps that the girls held Grace down long enough for Wahananga to insert between Grace's sweet pussy lips and deep into her vagina, then when it was it in Celia pierced Graces pussy lips and passed thin strips of antelope hide through them and on through the holes in the bone and sewed them tight until her sweet lips were clamped tight around the protruding horn while still leaving a tiny hole for her to bleed through.

"Why!" she wailed, but they were not finished and Daisy expertly speared Grace's clitoris with a bone needle and attached first a gold ring and then a medallion to hang from her clit.

She stared at me, "Why" she asked again but I turned away and asked Ann to explain Grace's new status to her.

I suggested Grace be set to work pumping water walking round and round endlessly pushing the long lever which worked the pump but she was useless, she kept stopping, Daisy said Grace kept having orgasms from the bone inside her vagina and the medallion on her clit but I knew she was just lazy from years of idleness at university, so I had someone whip her every time she stopped, Bea whipped Grace one morning but she gave up and pushed the bar around herself because she was so frustrated with Grace's constant needs to stop and rest.

We put her on latrine duty at the Latrines I had the N'Konga dig, all she had to do was wash the users with wet sponge like Metacarpa plant leaves dipped in the the sweet water ditch and dry them with dry Metacarpa leaves, but she was clumsy, often she would tickle the mens penises making them erect and then she would have to service them with her mouth or ass causing a queue to form and there were complaints, and old Mahorja was upset at losing her job.

I despaired, I thought they would be fighting over her not indifferent and a continuing role as my slave was not something I had planned for, there was no room in my household, it worked like a well oiled machine already, all I really wanted was a dog to make the Idyll complete, but instead I had this bitch.

It bothered me that no N'Konga had wanted Grace for his wife, but it seemed she was a disappointment to them with her small breasts and pasty unhealthy pink coloration, I discussed putting her on the horn again but the girls didn't think it a good idea, and complained constantly that Grace ate our food and contributed nothing.

"Ne parlons pas!" the girls would scold Grace when she tried to talk, she couldn't seem to stop talking no matter how many times Ann or Bea swatted her with a thorny branch and her back was in danger of becoming scarred so I had a discussion with Eve and she knew exactly what to do. she took a wide strip of leather about two feet long and three inches long and cut a slot in it at the mid point about an inch and a half wide and a quarter of an inch high, then she gathered the other wives and as they held Grace down and wedged her mouth open with small sticks they teased Graces tongue through the hole in the strap and secured it behind her head, so she could eat, drink and give head but not talk anymore.

Of course Grace tried to tear it off so we cuffed her hands behind her and she became completely useless.

We sat around the fire most evenings, the girls tried to to outdo each other as they prepared the evening meal, and we all made sure we left some to put in a bowl for Grace who by now was reduced to eating our leftovers like an animal except her long blonde hair trailed in her food and I refused to let the girls shave and oil Graces head, saying she would die of sunstroke!

It was then we realised Grace's modest breasts probably put N'Konga men off marrying her, how could such tiny by their standards, pear shape C cup breasts provide for a hungry young N'konga?

We had to help poor Grace so as a first step I had the girls bind thin antelope hide leather straps around Graces chest above and below her breasts, wide straps which they sewed in place and then soaked with well water and left her in the sun until they shrank which emphasised what breast she had and then the next day they bound her breast with thinner straps, round and round until her breasts reared improbably and then again when sewed in place they soaked the bindings and let them contract, Grace couldn't protest, but her breasts swelled un naturally like some bdsm pornstar but still sadly the N'Konga were not impressed.

I worried her breasts would become gangrenous but while they went blue initially they soon became pink again and seemed to increase in size, certainly her nipples now seemed almost permanently stimulated and erect.

I got into the habit of taking Grace with me when I went to check the works the N'Konga were doing, a long wall along the bank of the N'Konga river so the Crocodiles could no longer easily attack our tribesmen as they fished, and yard by yard our bronzed ebony warriors extended the barrier simply by using the rocks and interlocking them like the dry stone walls of home.

The pump for the groundwater water well worked well, turned by one or two people walking endlessly around it supplied more fresh water than we needed, and under my instruction the houses were slowly reconstructed with weatherproof corrugated steel roofs and timber frames and bricks made of baked mud.

Grace had nothing to do and she took to following me, rather like a dog I thought, so some days I put a leash on her collar and took her with me as I toured the sites, she didn't like it at first, but when she realised I would stop when she needed to she came to accept that role and would stand patiently and watch as I worked and demonstrated what needed to be done.

We kept Grace silenced with the tongue gag for ages, three months perhaps as Ann's belly swelled as she came near to her time.

"You're getting fat old girl!" I told Ann and as I thought about it I realised Grace's tummy was no longer flat and muscular either, so that night when we had finished our evening meal I hauled Grace in front of us and demanded, "Are you pregnant?" she nodded. "Then whose is it?"

My wives turned away embarrassed and Grace nodded at me.

"Don't lie, who did it?" I asked.

She stared at me, she knew she was supposed to look down and never at me her master, so I swatted her with a branch I had handy.

"Monsieur," Bea declared, "C'est vrai,"

I listened, "What?" I asked.

"Grace will tell you, if you let her." Daisy suggested, and so for the first time in months I looseed the leather strap around Grace's tongue and let her speak.

Grace couldn't speak at first, her tongue was swollen, but I left her for a while and eventually she found her voice.

"I missed two periods," she said.

"Whose is it?" I asked, "The truth now."

"Yours!" she said.

"Grace, you know very well I have never touched you." I challenged.

"No," she said.

"Call me Master, Bwana, My lord, something respectful." I insisted, "And untie her hands someone."

"They did it my lord," Grace said sadly, "With a little spoon like stick, with your cum,"

"Did you?" I asked, and six heavily pregnant ebony skinned beauties blushed, "How and why?" I continued.

Fanny blushed and said, "It is N'Konga law, when the chief dies or is beaten all the chief's wives except one, become the new chief's wives."

"And?" I queried.

"We cannot decide, we are all friends so if the Chief's slave is the Chiefs wife also then we can all stay." she said.

Grace added, "When you fuck them they rush down and use a little stick to scoop cum out ot themselves and push it into me."

"And who exactly do you propose as the new chief?" I asked.

They looked awkward, "We cannot decide."

"So why?" I asked.

"You are no good at love." Eve said brutally, "We watch the N'Konga and grow jealous." My ego sort of collapsed and lay fatally wounded in my boots, "but you have done great things for us, we are grateful but we will need strong sons as well as clever ones," Eve continued.

"Fine," I agreed, "We'll have an election."

"But tradition is for a fight to the death or until the old chief surrenders." she explained.

"I surrender." I suggested, "So we'll have an election." they thought I said "Erection," which gave me ideas.

"Erection?" she asked.

"Every N'Konga chooses, and the one who is chosen by most N'Konga is chief." I explained carefully "And then I teach him or he how I do things and then I go and live at the far end of the Village as Village elder or I go away."

"But N'Konga law says the Chief who is defeated can have only one wife, the others are the new Chiefs wives." Daisy said, I looked at her, she was a sweet girl, but no one wold say she was beautiful, quite often I closed my eyes when I screwed her and dreamed it was Charlotte Church, or Marilyn Monroe or on one occasion even Grace that I was humping.

"Oh," I said, "I'm sure there are ways around that, I take it you all want to stay together?" Six heads nodded in unison. "Then you better find me another wife."

"But you must marry Grace," Ann said pointedly, "She bears you child."

"So, Grace, will you marry me?" I asked.

"I don't really have a choice do I?" she said, "Your wife or the new chief's slave, a difficult decision" she said, sarcastically.

"Fetch Fanouka," I ordered, Fanouka was our medicine man cum priest, "We shall celebrate our union the N'Konga way."

"But Bwana Harding, we had a wedding, not the N'Konga union," Ann exclaimed.

"This is quicker, we shall do it before sun down." I said, "I suggest you go and my slave cleaned up."

N'Konga union merely meant screwing the girl publicly, on the rock in the Town square, it wasn't proper wedding but for the sons of big families it was all they could afford.

They dragged Grace away to the well in a chorus of giggles and I went to my room, I rooted in my case until I found a bleached white shirt, which went with my suit, which figured Grace could wear, and then after some time relaxing and writing up my notes on Grace's Laptop I heard the girls bringing Grace back.

I couldn't believe it they had braided Graces gorgeous golden hair, it looked awful, absolutely appalling, but it didn't matter, "The N'Konga are waiting," Celia warned.

"Come here," I ordered and I held my hand out to Grace, she came closer and I reached out for my craft knife, and carefully snipped the thin strips of leather holding the piece of bone into her cunt, she winced and grimaced as I pulled it out, and then to her consternation I took my pliers and snipped the gold ring through her clit.

"Why did you do that?" she asked.

"I need it for your finger." I explained.

"I feel numb inside, it's horrible." she said.

"Are you ready?" I asked, and when she nodded I took her arm and led her outside, the whole village seemed to have assembled and they cheered and parted to let us through to the Rock.

"Ok?" I asked, she nodded, so I kissed her ear, she shuddered.

"Be gentle with me!" she exclaimed, but gentle was the last thing I planned, after months of walking around with a lump of solid bone in her vagina I doubted she would even feel me inside her.

"You're beautiful," I lied.

"Liar, I look like a freak," she explained, "But thanks." and she turned to me, "You will look after my baby won't you?"

"Sure, you and the baby," I assured her, "Babies I should say." and then she just knelt down, yanked down my shorts and started to suck my semi hard cock, it sprang to attention mmediately so she dutifully lay back and spread her legs wide, she looked amazing as her cunt gaped obscenely and I really worried she would feel me inside her at all.

It was weird, I just shoved myself right inside her, no messing about, she was so stretched it was instant. I thought I could have shoved my balls inside her as well she was so sloppy, but after a couple of thrusts I felt her gripping me, "Hold me." she said, "Ohhhhhh,"