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   This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. 
In real life, use a condom, damnit!  Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of
lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who "dips his wick" or "rides the
rod" without protection.

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   The Lost Tribe, Part 6 (mf, 1st, caution, impreg?, reluc) by Krosis of
the Collective (krosisofthecollective@gmail.com)

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   "No...no..." Sister Nancy clutched at her habit and felt the weight of
the object she had secreted there earlier.

   "Sister, no!" That was Mary.

   Suddenly, everything seemed to slow.

   Sister Nancy cocked and leveled the flare gun at George's back.  Then
she pulled the trigger.

   Jason had turned for one last look back at Allie and Mary, who were
possibly pregnant with his children, when he saw Sister Nancy raise the
gun. He hurled himself sidelong into George.  As he and the tribal leader
fell to the ground he felt the heat of the flare on his back...

   As the two boys landed hard on the jungle floor, Jason reached back to
where he had felt the flare, but there was nothing...it had missed him!

   Then the screaming began.  Abe had been leading the way back to the boys
-(TM) camp and had been right in front of George.  The projectile hit him
square in the back and knocked him forward to the ground.  Then the
phosphorus began to burn in earnest as the boy struggled and contorted to
reach back and remove the white hot chemical star that had embedded itself
into his flesh.

   His compatriots rushed forward to help but it was already too late.  Abe
-(TM)s struggles and cries weakened, and then, finally, he stopped moving.
The smell of burned flesh filled the clearing as the flare petered out.

   "Protect me!" Sister Nancy hissed as she turned and ran back to the
girls -(TM) camp with Rodney -(TM)s arm in her iron grip.  Allie and Mary
leveled their spear and knife, respectively, at the other tribe as they
backed away.

   George was shaking, holding Abe -(TM)s head in his hands as his
tribemate took a last shuddering breath.  Nobody spoke.

   Finally, George jumped up and grabbed Abe -(TM)s fallen spear.  "She
-(TM)s gunna fuckin -(TM) pay!" He started toward the girls -(TM) camp but
Joan stepped to block him.

   "You attack now and you might hurt Allie and Mary," she said calmly. 
"They might be pregnant, George."

   George thought for a moment, huffing.  After another moment he dropped
the spear, stepped to the side, and cupped his hands to yell, "Allie! 
Mary! Don -(TM)t you pertect that murderer!  Give  -~er to us and nobody
else gits hurt!"

   He waited.  No answer.

   "Fuck..." George stomped back to Abe -(TM)s body and looked down at it.
Then he paced back to the path leading back to the girls -(TM) camp.  Still
nothing.  "Fuck!"

   Joan reached forward to comfort the boy.  "I'm sorry, George.  Now's not
the time for revenge."

   George felt her strong hand on his shoulder.  He closed his eyes and
focused on that sensation, slowing his breathing.  Within a few seconds he
actually felt a little calmer, more focused.  He looked over at Jason and
Dylan, who were both crying and holding their partners, Makayla and Tina.
Brad was sitting next to Abe's body, crying as well.

   "Yer right," George sighed.  "Everyone, pick Abe up.  We a'gonna take
him home."

   --

   Rodney was shoved into the cage and the door closed and locked behind
him.  "Hey, I gotta pee!" he yelled, but the door remained closed. 
Finally, after a while he peed in the corner.

   He fell asleep, crying and thinking about what had happened to Abe,
wondering what would happen to himself.

   --

   The sun was setting by the time the boys' tribe returned home.  George
realized that they weren't "the boys' tribe" anymore, now that there were
half as many girls as boys.  More than half as many, he also realized, now
that Rodney was exiled and Abe was...

   He sighed.  They were the main tribe now.

   Though they were exhausted and losing the light, George insisted that
they take Abe's body into the trees for burial.  They covered him with
loose earth, stones, and palm fronds before saying their teary goodbyes. 
Then they went back to camp to sleep.

   Joan was given Rodney's hut and Makayla joined Jason in his, though
there wasn't much room so they had to snuggle.  Even with their warm bodies
close to each other, they did not make love that night.  Nor did Tina and
Dylan.

   --

   Rodney woke as the cage door was opened.  Morning sunlight spilled
through the gap and Mary stepped in.  She wrinkled her nose at the smell of
his urine.

   "Couldn't even hold your pee, huh?  Get up; Sister Nancy wants to speak
with you."

   --

   In the morning, George took a walk in the trees with Joan and they ended
up at Abe's gravesite.  Joan waited...it seemed like the boy wanted to talk
about something.

   Then he spoke up, "Joan, ah think ah done good with my boys, but ah don'
know much 'bout gals."

   Joan nodded.  Sister Nancy had made sure the entire tribe knew about
George's leanings, ranting about his sinful nature whenever the boy came up
as the subject of conversation.  She waited.

   He sighed.  "Ah'd like you to be the go-to gal for 'em, handlin' any
problems.  Ah don' feel they'd accept mah authoritah anyway, y'know?"

   She prickled.  "You mean you want me to be the enforcer, just like with
Sister Nancy?"

   He looked up at her.  "Naw...I mean be their leader, under me.  However
ya want...I'll follow yer lead with 'em."

   "Oh."

   "And...shit, this is hard...I was willin' to kill Allie and Mary if it
meant gettin' revenge on Sister Nancy fer Abe." He looked down at the
grave. "That was wrong, and you were willin' to stand up fer whut was
right."

   He stepped up to her, put off a little by his several inches of height
deficit.  "I need ya to keep doin' that -- tellin' me when I'm doin' wrong
-- you got, uh, veto power, I think it's called?  Just make sure yuh pick
yer battles, yeah?" He held out his hand.

   Joan, pleasantly surprised, grasped it in agreement.

   --

   Rodney's head was swimming.  What Sister Nancy had told him to do...he
could hardly believe it!  He had been exiled from the boys' camp for trying
to have sex with Tina, but here he was, expected to have sex with all the
girls!  Well, the ones that were left in this camp.

   Who did that leave?  There was Allie, Mary, and...

   The cage door unlocked and opened.  Allie and a slim girl with a large
tangle of brown hair on her head entered the cage.  Wait, this was...

   The girl stepped forward.  "Karen," she said quietly, "do you remember
me?"

   Rodney groaned.  He did remember her: the only girl with a visible
mustache, and that was prior to the tribes splitting up.  Now...

   Yep, the light brown upper lip hair was still there, though over a year
later her face had become more womanly and lost its acne.  He glanced down
and was pleasantly surprised to find toned white thighs, but a closer look
revealed brown hair on those as well.  Ugh!  Then he examined her chest and
saw some baseball-sized breasts pushing out her ratty uniform top.  Not a
total loss, he thought.

   She continued, "Sister Nancy says...says we will make beautiful babies,
Rodney."

   Then he realized that he didn't know what he should do.  When he had
jumped on Tina the day before, her pussy had popped out from under her
skirt so it had been an obvious target.  He rose to his feet and reached
for Karen's skirt.

   Allie stepped forward, spear out.  "Sit down, pants off, and hands at
your sides, BOY!"

   Rodney quickly complied.  Though he was afraid, his dick was at a
half-chub already.

   Karen removed her skirt while keeping her shirt on.  Rodney winced at
the sight of the jungle of dark hair between her legs.

   She looked over at Allie.  "Do I just climb into his lap, like Sister
Nancy did with Jason?"

   Rodney gasped.  Sister Nancy had fucked Jason?  His dick gave a twitch
at that forbidden thought and got a little harder.

   Allie moved to the side.  "Yeah, and lick your fingers to get yourself
ready...down there." She pointed between Karen's legs.

   The girl did so, affording Rodney a peek-a-boo at her pussy that helped
his cock inflate to its full 5" size.

   "Hmm, not as big as Jason's..." Allie commented.

   Rodney gave her a glare.  She glared back.

   Karen climbed onto the cage bench, her hairy thighs on either side of
his legs.  She looked down and lowered her crotch to his.  After his cock
head poked a couple of unproductive places, she managed to aim it correctly
and the tip slipped between her moist vaginal lips.

   Rodney gasped at the sensation of his cock starting to enter Karen's
warm pussy.  She pushed down a little, had some trouble, and then angled
her hips to assist the penetration.  Soon a couple of inches of his now
super-hard cock slipped inside her.  Both of them groaned.

   Allie rubbed her thighs together as she watched her tribemate being
deflowered.  She was going to miss Jason, but Rodney wasn't
unattractive...maybe if her period didn't come in a week or so she'd get to
have sex with him too...

   "Ah!" Karen had pushed down too hard and Rodney's penis rushed all the
way inside her.  Their pubes were now pressed against each other.

   "Ow...just a sec...ow..." Karen groaned.

   Rodney was in heaven.  Masturbation had nothing on this!  He started to
thrust his hips upward.

   Karen gasped in pain.  "No, wait...stop...it hurts..." She tried to get
off of him but Rodney grabbed her hips to hold her in place as he continued
to thrust.

   Allie was torn.  She had told Rodney to keep his hands by his side, and
it sounded like Karen wanted to stop, but Sister Nancy's orders were that
they had to keep going until the sex was complete.  "It'll feel good
soon..." she offered to Karen.

   "Oww...please..." Karen cried as Rodney used her no-longer-virginal body
for his own pleasure.  She tried to push away from him, but he was too
strong.

   Finally, Rodney grunted and blasted his cum inside the poor girl.  When
he was done he loosened his grip and she quickly pulled up and off of him.

   "OWH!" she cried out, her hand moving to her vagina and revealing the
white-streaked blood escaping it.  She had tears running down her face. 
"Sister Nancy!" She grabbed her skirt and ran to the door, hammering it
until Mary let both girls out.

   Rodney used his hand to slick the blood and cum off of his softening
cock.  After wiping it off on the dirt floor, he pulled his pants back up.

   Laying down on the bench, he smiled to himself.  What a great day this
has been, he thought.

   End of Part 6.

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