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 Jewesses of the East, Part 1: The Exodus

   (bd, ws, MF)

   Prologue (Just FYI, skip if you wish) Being Jewish, I've always been
fascinated with the breadth of Jewish history.  I visited Tibet recently
where I became friends with a local Qiang Tribesman.  He had three
beautiful kids with a Tibetan woman and to his chagrin they were not
allowed to be part of the Qiang tribe.  Apparently the Qiang tribal
identity much likes the Jewish identity was passed on only by the mother.
He educated me about his tribal history and unlike the majority of East
Asian cultures they were matrilineal, mostly monogamous and believed in one
God and descendents of a prophet with twelve sons (Abraham?).  After my
trip I did some further reading and apparently there is a theory that they
are in fact descendents of Jewish immigrants.  This is the fictionalization
of the Jewish Journey to the East.  Reader Beware: This story may contain
elements perceived as disparaging the Jewish race/culture.  Those sensitive
to these issues may want to skip it.

   Synopsis A Jewish couple enslaved after the war with the Romans escapes
to the Far East where they have to do desperate things to survive.

   Eli marched behind his half naked wife, Kiva, as the Roman slavers
shouted at them to move faster.  Surely they noticed Kiva, the youngest and
fairest of the lot.  She came from a family of wealthy Jewish merchants and
had some Greek blood in her.  It showed in her silky auburn hair and blue
eyes.  She also had the most delicate facial features, not that the slavers
noticed.  They were too busy leering at her swollen bust, her toned stomach
and her firm ass that was barely concealed by what was left of her gown. 
One of the slavers grabbed her buttocks right in front of her husband who
was to hungry and weak to do anything but feel ashamed.  The next slaver we
passed followed the previous man's example and it became infectious.  The
rest of the way to the caravan, more than twenty Roman slavers one after
the other grabbing Kiva's ass with their dirt covered hands, laughing while
they did it.  Eli just watched, hanging his head as his young wifes ass
became redder and redder.  They stopped marching and Eli gave a sigh of
relief that the touching would stop.  But it didn't.

   As they waited to board the caravan the last slaver who was picking his
nose with his middle finger took the same hand and put it on Kiva's ass. 
He then worked his fingers up her slit and kept them there for what Eli
felt was forever.  He finally pulled his fingers out and smelled them.  And
as his eyes rolled back into Eli charged him with his elbow, pushing him
over.  He grabbed his wife and used the commotion to escape on foot.  The
slavers didn't chase them as it would have cost more just to kill one of
the other Jewish slaves than to spend dehydrating effort to chase them. 
Being moved from caravan to caravan, heading east for weeks, the couple
didn't know where they were but water was the most precious resource.  Eli
didn't know how to survive in the wilderness, he was an academic
specializing in languages.  Night came and the couple huddled under a tree,
their mouths dry and their stomachs empty they fell asleep quickly.  The
next morning they woke to the sight of a coyote stepping towards them.  As
it gains speed to ready itself for attack, the couple hugged each other in
fear.  But then a whooshing sound ended the sound of the coyotes sprint. 
Eli opened his eyes to see the coyote sliding over the edge of a nearby
cliff with a spear in his side, letting out a trail of blood.  Kiva opened
her eyes to a tall man running towards the cliff, with a grim
disappointment to his stern chiselled face.  The man looked odd to the
couple.  He was shirtless, showing his scars and bronzed muscles, with
exotic looking clothes wrapping his legs and thick leather notches keeping
his jet black hair out of his face.  He had a wolf with him and he seemed
to be more concerned with the dead coyote than the cowering couple.  In any
case Kiva and Eli rushed to their saviour's feet thanking him, kissing his
hands, and pleading for help.  At first the man tried to shake them off but
there was pity in his black almond eyes and agreed to help them.  Eli and
the man who he found out was a Chinese nomad named Kong shared a rough
handle of Greek which Kong needed to trade with the Romans and Greeks. 
Kong agreed to take them to the nearest town in North Western China but it
would take several days.  After a long hard day of hiking they made camp in
a cave where Kong mad a fire.  Eli and Kiva though more tired than ever
were relived, their salvation had come.  Kong took out a nearly empty
leather flask of water and a piece of meat wrapped in cloth.  It was mostly
fat but Kong still savoured it, taking little bites between conservative
sips.  Eli asked if he and his wife could have some, as a formality and
thinking the answer would be an obvious yes.  But to his shock the Chinese
nomad said no, and explained that the vegetation and wildlife had been
devastated by the Romans and that there was not enough water, never mind
food for all three of them.  Eli suggested that the wolf be eaten but Kong
refused explaining that the little food he did get were small animals his
wolf hunted for him.

   Eli asked how they were going to stay alive without water for several
more days.  Kong put his meat safely way and undid his cloth belt.  Kiva
and Eli were shocked to see Kong take out his penis.  Their first
observation was that it was enormous, limp the nomad's member was the
length of Kiva's foot.  The next thing they noticed was that it had a thick
dark layer of foreskin.  Kong took out a large wooden bowl and placed it
under himself.  His massive member swelled slighting before releasing a
stream of golden urine in to the bowl.  He filled it half way, then
shuddered shook a few drops of urine that was dangling from the tip of his
foreskin.  Kong then put his member away and slid the bowl towards Eli and
Kiva.  Kong said something which Eli translated to his wife, "He says we're
welcome to second hand water." Eli told Kong that he absolutely could not.
Kiva kept her blue eyes off her husband and on the Chinese nomad as she
fondled her completely flat stomach.  She licked her cracking lips and got
up onto her knees.  Kiva made her way over to the bowl which had slight
steam coming off the top.  She got on her forearms and lowered her face
over the urine.  At first her delicate nostrils flared at the stench, but
feeling her completely dry mouth, pouted her full lips and started
drinking. It was warm and bitter and Kiva wanted to vomit but her lean
stomach wouldn't let go of the precious fluids.  She sloshed her face
around in the bowl of urine swallowing big gulps of piss.  Kong got a view
of her strong well defined back as Kiva's ass was point straight into the
air.  Her crotch was completely exposed and Eli tried to cover it with the
scrap of cloth around her waist.  Kiva almost finished the bowl of urine
and lapping up the last few drops of urine on the side of the bowl.  She
finally picked the bowl up and licked the edge clean.  She then slid the
bowl back over the Kong and quietly thanked him in her limited Greek.  They
slept in the cave that night but Eli didn't wake up the next morning.  Kiva
shook his emaciated body violently but he didn't move.  Kong tried to give
him some water, feeling guilty for being so cold and calculating the night
before.  They finally gave up and Kong buried him in the cave while Kiva
mourned.  She was still too weak and exhausted to shed any tears.

   After another day of hiking, Kong and Kiva made camp.  They would reach
the city the next day but it was of no comfort to Kiva's stomach.  Her
stomach was a vacuum but all she could think about was her dead husband and
what he always taught her about the Jews since their exodus.  That their
God given task was to survive and it was the duty of a Jewish woman to have
as many children as possible because their identity passed from mother to
child...even if the father was a gentile, even a savage, an uncircumcised
nomad.

   Kiva got on her hands and knees and begged Kong some of his meat. 
Feeling pity, he fed some of it to her.  She then turned her back on Kong
and once again got on all fours, sinking her stomach and lifting her ass.
She could hear him walking over and kneeling between her legs.  Kong stuck
himself inside her and shook her violently by the hips.  After several
minutes of thrusting Kiva fell to her face paralysed by the pain and
pleasure.  Kong grabbed a handful of her auburn locks and yanked her head
back up, following every hard push with a sharp tug on her head.  Once Kiva
fell his shudder turn into a warm eruption inside her, Kong let go of her
hair and let her fall face down on the ground.

   She got up in just a few moments to find Kong now with his back to her,
snoring away.  Kiva wiped off the dirt that had stuck to her sweaty thighs
and stomach.  She then lied down behind Kong, hugging his broad shoulders
and pressing her lap against his hard buttocks.  He was a fine specimen of
a man, a man built for survival, Kiva thought, a man who would protect his
young, a man who will protect the future of the Jewish race in the east.