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Thank you ----------------------------------------------------- The Girl from "Principles" (FM, FF, MC, B Movie, preg) by Homer Vargas (the_story_writer@yahoo.com) Part I Hi, again. You may have heard about me from this nice Mr. Vargas. (No, I'm not going to tell you my name.) Several months ago he wrote just what I told him in a story he called "Principles" and it came out real nice. Lots of people have said it was good. He told me that a lady named Celeste who does re-views or pre-views -- or something like that -- gave it an award, even though she thought the way I tricked my husband into getting me pregnant so many times was "repulsive." If you haven't already, maybe you should stop now and go read that story at (/~Vargas/) on Kristen's page, or (ftp://asstr.org/pub/Authors/Vargas/principl.txt) Otherwise, some of what I am going to let Mr. Vargas tell you now won't make much sense. Back when I let Mr. Vargas write the first story, everything about my life was wonderful. I had a wonderful husband -- my Josh -- who is also a wonderful lover and a wonderful daddy to my ten children and father of nine of them. (See, that’s what I mean about reading the other story first!) We were living in a beautiful house surrounded by flowers in the capital of the South American country where Josh worked for a major oil company. He was making sure the company didn't damage the environment as they explored for oil. Rachel and Courtney were happy in the seventh and eighth grades of the International School and FAR too popular with the local boys in the grades ahead of them. Steve, Roy, Beth, Ruthie, and Jennifer were in elementary school and Jeff was in kindergarten. Billy and Vickie were at the adorable rug-rat stage. Best of all, I had just found out Josh had made me pregnant again -- this time with no fuss. The only problem was that Maria and Consuelo, who help me with the house, Rosita, who helps look after the babies, and even Lupe, our cook's 18 year-old daughter all got pregnant about the same time I did. I guess it was the "dorm room" effect; the menstrual cycles of women who live close together become synchronized. [Thanks for the word, Homer.] It didn't take too much detective work to figure out who was responsible for all those plump bellies from the way that Consuelo, Maria, Rosita, and Lupe mooned at Josh every time they saw him and the sheepish glances he returned. Eventually they all confessed when I made it clear I was upset only about their poor timing. Apparently it happened while I was in the hospital for a few days with a parasite attack. (Amazing, Josh goes into the jungle and eats snakes and bugs and never comes down with anything. I try to be careful and become food for a zoo of the little bichos.) Josh and I worked out that our Martita was conceived the night Josh sneaked in to my hospital room after hours. The nuns who run the place wouldn't let him come back again at any hour after they found him in bed with me "keeping my spirits up" so well I was screaming at the top of my lungs when he made me come. Well, while Madam was away, her "faithful employees" and Lupe, the little minx, decided to take compassion on my poor horny husband (and find out if he was really as good in the sack as they could guess from my wild cries of passion every night as Josh fucked me). It wasn't difficult. When Josh goes several days without sex he gets preternaturally horny. [Stop using words like that, Homer!] That's one reason I always try to keep him well nailed down -- that, and that I love fucking him. But after our little misadventure in the hospital, Josh was high, dry, and spry. Any woman -- especially those four -- could see it. Lupe offered to cook that weekend in place of her papa who left for his home village. Josh of course didn't notice anything strange when Consuelo and Rosita didn't take their usual day off that Saturday. Josh worked that morning, but was home for lunch. Lupe put on a spread. Rosita had bundled the older kids off to their friends' houses for the weekend and the babies -- well they were there for inspiration, I guess. Josh, I'm sure, suspected nothing, not that he didn't enjoy having three pretty round women and one eye-popping girl hovering over him. He probably thought nothing was amiss when he saw them all in short flared skirts and ample bosoms showcased in frilly blouses. I'll bet his prick was thinking about it, though. Maria, who was orchestrating everything, made sure that Josh had a second and then a third glass of wine with his lunch. She even slipped something in the last glass that knocked him for a loop. As soon as he got up from lunch he wobbbled, said he guessed he needed a siesta, and headed off to bed -- just where they wanted him. He later told me he didn't remember Maria guiding him up stairs to our bedroom and he even denies he knew that she helped him undress. But I don't believe he didn't know when she slipped her warm brown body in bed with him and helped herself to his cock! She told me that even half zonked he fucked her better than any man she'd ever known. That I believe! Maria had intended to have a nice little ride and get off. Well, she got off -- so well that she didn't want to get off; Consuelo and Rosa practically had to drag her out of Josh's bed so they could have a go at him. The four vixens took turns fucking my out-of-it man all afternoon and night. Josh says he only really woke up the next morning when he discovered Lupe astraddle him screaming obscenities at the top of her lungs, as she rode him to more orgasms than she could count. Josh's embarrassed explanation for the rest of the time until I came home was, "hanged for a farthing; hanged for a pence." [I don’t understand that, Homer.] My fallen husband gladly let them take turns fucking him silly and he must have filled each horny pussy full several times over. I was only in the hospital a few days, but it was enough for Josh to put a baby in each of my "helpers." Knowing how sexy Josh is, though, I could hardly blame the girls for wanting Josh to make them pregnant; and knowing how horny Josh is, I sure couldn't blame him. I just made him promise never to do it again. "Oh, honey, of course not. I promise I won't even look at them!" "Yes you will; they’ll make sure of that, and you'll fuck them, too. I know them too well. Just promise that you'll only fuck one of them bareback at a time," I told him gravelly as I handed him a large box of condoms. "No more than two pregnant at the same time," I admonished. You should have seen that smile! That was a happy time. The house was getting back to normal after my Marta, Maria's Mario Jesus, Consuelo's Jesus David, Rosa's Ramon Jesus, and Lupe's Gabriel Jesus were born. ("Jesus," they told me is "Josh" in Spanish.) Fortunately, three maternal grandmothers appeared to help out with the five new babies, although I think they also helped them selves to my Josh. By the time they went home, Maria's, Consuelo's, and Rosa's mothers were all working on brand new uncles and aunts for their new grandchildren to play with. That's about the time the trouble started, There was a charity ball at the Petroleum Club that brought to- gether people from all the oil companies and local elites. I was well along toward getting my figure back after Marta and dressed accordingly in a little black number and high heels. It was pretty short and I’ll admit I looked and felt hot. I kept glancing appreciatively at the bulge in Josh’s pants as he drove us to the club, trying unsuc- cessfully to keep his eyes on the road. I started wondering if I should be thinking of a name. I'll dance with anyone, so I thought nothing of it when Bull Parker, the company project manager, asked me to dance. I knew he and Josh were rivals because I had heard enough of their arguments, but I wasn't thinking about that as Bill pulled me into his arms. It was sort of flattering to feel a big brawny man get a hard-on just from being near a thirty-one year old mother of eleven. Bull is quite a good dancer and it was easy to just relax and let him lead wherever he would. Therefore I was surprised when I found myself alone with him on an isolated balcony with his hand on my boobs. Now I'm a pretty short-fused girl, and yes, he was turning me on. But, no, I wasn't that stupid. Besides, I sensed that this wasn't about lust; it was about power. Bull wanted to fuck me because I was Josh's wife. I asked him to stop quietly, then not so quietly, and finally I slapped him as hard as I could. I managed to cause a commotion and suddenly Josh was at my side and Bull Parker was lying on the floor with a little blood trickling out of his nose. It was an ugly scene, but I never realized it would have the consequences it did. Two weeks later, I got word that on a trip to inspect a new drilling site, the boat Josh was in overturned and only Bull Parker's men came back. I was almost too crushed to be suspicious, but I was. The search was continuing, but with Bull Parker's men in charge of it, I had my doubts. Strangely, with Josh gone, Bull seemed a different person, genuinely interested in trying to find at least some trace of Josh and solicitous of my feelings. As the weeks wore on, I found my self warming to him. I guess he could tell and one night after dinner at my house and a second glass of wine in me, I let him kiss me. That was a mistake, because a kiss wasn't enough for either of us. I couldn't resist when his hand found my nipple and I was squirming even before he slipped a finger into my panties. I was headed for a come and who knows what else when, most uncharacteristically, Marta started crying. Although I knew Rosita would take care of whatever it was, it broke the spell, thank goodness. I pushed Bull away and resolved not to let this happen again. Bull persisted in a fairly nice way and I realized that, as hot as I am, sooner or later, I would give in. I just can't live without a man. But I also knew that if I became Bull's mistress, it was over for me and Josh if by some miracle he were found. I could not accept that. If I had to have a man and I couldn't have Bull, there was only one alternative: another man. And the other man was obvious -- my cook, Don Roberto. As Bull came to see that his sweetness campaign wasn't working, a crueler side of him re-emerged. I came to learn that he had a native woman from a down-river tribe in his house at the camp. Apparently she had been captured by some of Bull's men and he was keeping her, almost as a sex slave. Worse yet, he had made her pregnant. I threatened to raise a stink and made him bring her back to the capital to live with me until the baby was born and we could send her back to her people. The girl's name was Shana and she was very grateful to me for rescuing her from Bull. She tried to help around the house and I let her some, but mainly I insisted she rest and recover from Bull's hard treatment of her. The longer she stayed with us the more Spanish she learned and soon we were able to communicate pretty well. One day I asked her about her home village and tribe. She looked at me as if trying to decide if she should tell me. Apparently she decided I was trustworthy and began her tale. I did not know whether to believe it or even if I had understood her correctly. She said she was from a tribe of women, only women. Occasionally they were lucky enough to capture a man whom they "tamed" for doing heavy work and for breeding. When I asked, she said that only girl babies were born from these unions and did not even think it was strange. Homer thinks it might be something in the food the tribe eats or a genetic trait. Moreover, just before she had been kidnapped by Bull’s men, she went on to say, a new man arrived, a white man. He had not been captured so much as rescued from the river. The whole tribe had rejoiced at this favor of the gods. I questioned her more carefully about when this white man had appeared and where her village lay and realized that everything fit. The man could be, no, I knew it *must be* Josh. I was thrilled. I realized, however, that Josh had gotten there through Bull Parker's designs and I could not disclose what I had found out without putting both Josh and the women in danger. I made Shana promise to let me go with her when she returned to her tribe. She was very happy I wanted to see her village. Hoping -- knowing -- I might one day find Josh was a great relief, but it didn't solve my immediate problem of what to put between my legs. Oh, I had a nice collection of toys and spent a small fortune on batteries, but it wasn't the same. I needed a man. I didn't even need to seduce Don Roberto. It had long been obvious he liked looking at his sexy Madam. And he had been very sweet since Josh's disappearance. When I appeared in his room one afternoon after lunch, he didn't have to ask why I was there. I couldn't make love to him; I could love only Josh, but we did have sex, tender and passionate sex, and we didn't miss many afternoons or nights from then on. I can guess what you're thinking, but no, I did not let him make me pregnant. I took the precaution of going on the pill two weeks before I first visited Don Roberto. We both knew what this was -- Madam fulfilling a basic need with a kind and gentle man who, fortunately, was a good lover. The women of the house understood, too. I think even Don Roberto's wife, whom I insisted he visit twice a month, understood. *She* was the one who got pregnant. Life dropped back into a routine. Everyone missed Josh, but there was nothing I could do until it was time to take Shana back to her village. My only concern was to make sure that the children, especially my precocious [Knock it off, Homer!] Courtney and Rachel, didn't find out that Mommy was having the cook fuck her silly every afternoon. Although Shana was happy to be well cared for, and she was certainly glowing with health and her pregnancy, I could tell she seemed troubled. I asked her what was wrong, but she was reluctant to tell me. At last she reached over and took my hand and told me how sorry she was. I smiled, telling her not to worry, that she had made me very happy by giving me hope that my man was alive. She shook her head. That was not what she meant. "It is not right that you who have been so good to me should not be with child. If we were in my village, I could gather herbs to help you. It is not proper for your servant to give children to your subjects and not to his Queen." "My servant? His Queen?" I thought for a moment and was stunned. Of course! Shana thought of our household as a kind of small village of women with one man-servant and me as queen. She knew I had Roberto fucking me and she assumed I was trying to get pregnant. I almost laughed aloud until the implications of the rest of what she said sunk in. "Give children to my subjects?" My God! It made sense. I wasn't the only woman who missed Josh and, now that I thought about it, Roberto wasn't always as ardent as I had expected. And . . . and what about my "subjects?" Damn! I should have noticed: Maria, Consuelo, and Rosa were all starting to put on a little weight. I didn't have time to get mad because Shana was still talking. "Even without the herbs, I can help you, my Queen." Things were getting out of control. How could I explain to Shana that I didn't want to be pregnant? She would never be able to understand that. Could I refuse her assistance? Tell her I'd gotten myself pregnant eleven times without her help, thank you? Yet clearly, from her point of view, I did need "help." She was offering it with such sincerity, with such love and concern for me. I smiled and nodded my agreement. I had no idea what her assistance would consist of, but the very next afternoon as I was about to go sneak out back for my daily fuck with Don Roberto, Shana stopped me. She shook her head and led me to my own bedroom. Had she set up a tryst there? No, it was empty, though the sheets were turned back in preparation for use. She led me to the bed and began gently to undress me. Partly out of curiosity and partly to humor her, I allowed her to continue. I noticed that she wasn't too careful about the way she removed my blouse and then my bra; her hands were touching me, almost as if she were feeling me up. Then her hands loosed my skirt and tugged at my panties. Again, her hands were rubbing my buttocks and massaging between my thighs. With no effort Shana laid me naked on the bed and knelt beside me. "My Queen must be readied. She must make a warm nest for the baby." Before I could ask what she meant, I found out. Suddenly her mouth was suckling my breast, making my nipple pop up even as her hand found its way between my legs and began to tease my pussy. I guess just the sexy way she had undressed me already had me more aroused than I knew, because as soon as she put her finger in me, I realized I was wet. Soon I was wetter. This girl knew how to please a woman. If I hadn't been horny out of my mind, I probably would have been thinking that I had never done this before and that maybe I wouldn't like it. But I wasn't thinking that -- or anything. I was just gasping from the sensations that flooded over me as Shana worked my titties with her lips and tongue. Carefully she inserted two and then three fingers into my gushing pussy, bringing me closer and closer to . . . . "Ahhhhiiiiiieee!" I screamed as I came. Hard! Shatteringly! I felt I couldn't breath for a few seconds. I did not understand what Shana was cooing in her own language, but the meaning was clear. "Relax, baby. You’ve just had a good come. Enjoy the afterglow." I could do nothing more -- or so I thought. But then I felt Shana's fingers in me again and her head slip between my legs, which seemed to open all by themselves to receive her. If having her finger me to orgasm was wonderful, what can I say about her eating me? I won't try, but in no time I was again braying in ecstasy as her tongue on my clit shot wave after wave of electricity through me. I know I must have passed out, at least for a few seconds. It must have been for more than a few, because when I next opened my eyes, Shana was standing beside me holding a naked Don Roberto by the hand. It was weird, as if the two of us didn't know how to fuck and Shana was showing us, step by step. He seemed as passive as I as she positioned him between my legs and guided his prick into me. That it slid in easily was obvious, juiced-up as I was from two of the most powerful orgasms I had ever experienced. Then, like some obscene parody of a gym coach, she directed the movements of his prick in and out of me. Shana must have had some kind of magic to adjust Don Roberto's thrusts to my response, although I suppose she was only observing me closely. In seconds I was on the edge of another orgasm -- and stayed there! And stayed. And stayed! I would have pleaded for release but the moment itself was too perfect -- not that I think I could have gotten words out, anyway. I was in another world. Nothing existed in that world except my pussy and a huge prick that was fucking me as I had never been fucked. When I thought these sensations were more than I could take, I was overwhelmed by yet another: Shana expertly rubbing my clit in perfect time with Don Roberto's in-and-out motions. When the orgasm broke over me, it wasn't a wave it was a tsunami. [Homer!] To say "I came" would be misleading. I did nothing. It just happened to me. I was tossed, thrown, punched. I was FUCKED! I don’t remember Don Roberto's reactions, so caught up was I in my own orgasm. I'll bet it was a doozy, but by the time I could focus on anything not between my legs, Don Roberto was gone. Only Shana remained, smiling down at me. I felt full to overflowing with fuck. Shana seemed to be of the same opinion and wanted me to stay that way. Gently she made me lift my butt enough to slip pillows under me. I was a little uncomfortable, but she had a cure for that too. A gentle stroking of my clit made me forget everything again. She spoke softly to me again, but I only understood "My Queen . . . my Queen." As a final soft orgasm flowed over me like a warm bath and I drifted off to sleep, I vaguely suspected I had been "tamed." I didn't wake up until the next morning, although I had the dozy idea that Don Roberto had come to my bed again that night and fucked me senseless, except that I was *already* senseless. . And I sort of remembered that afterwards I had slept in Shana's arms. But when I finally got out of bed, I knew I had been fucked -- long, hard, and well I felt so good, I couldn't believe it. I had no doubt that if I had not been on the pill, I would be pregnant. And if there was ever a candidate for contraceptive failure, I guess I was it. Shana didn't take such a "hands on" supervision of all my fucks over the next few days, but she let everyone know who was in charge of getting Madam's pussy properly filled. And even when my pills called for me to have my period (it was soooo sweet to see how disappointed she was) she continued to sleep with me. Soon enough Shana taught me how to lick, and nuzzle, and tongue her to orgasms that made her squeak with joy. We weren't lezzies, but we sure did a good imitation. Before she could be disappointed by my next "period," Shana went into labor. Maybe it was all those orgasms, but it was really easy. She told me one day after lunch her water had broken and we had her in the clinic a half hour later. By sundown Shana was nursing a beautiful little girl that looked nothing like Bull Parker, fortunately. The Girl from "Principles" Part II A month after Shana's baby was born, she was pestering me to go home. I tried to delay things for the baby's sake, but figured she had a better idea than I did about the rigors of the trip. Don Roberto helped us prepare for the trip and to keep it secret from the men of the camp by going to a different jumping off point for the down river trip. Money was no object, so I arranged for us to go as far as possible by helicopter -- that almost blew Shana's mind. In the little jungle town Roberto arranged for helpers to pilot the boat, carry the food, etc. Shana had told me that she would guide us from the landing where the boat would wait for me and (I secretly hoped) Josh to come back. After three days on the wide, brown river, Shana pointed to a spot to stop. I could see nothing different about this one spot, but she was very definite. The boat pulled ashore on a narrow river beach and we began walking. I carried only some water and a few rations. Shana carried only her baby, carefully wrapped into a parcel on her back. In three days the little angel had only nursed and slept and today was no different. By afternoon a faint trail had appeared which soon became wider. Then someone spotted us and the jungle seemed to erupt with women -- laughing, hugging Shana, pointing at the baby, laughing again, and pointing at me. This was the biggest event anyone could remember. Their sister disappeared and then returned, with a baby, and a strange looking white woman! They almost carried us to the village and amid great ceremony Shana told her story (I guessed from the looks of wonder). I seemed to be an important part of it; Shana later told me the women were extremely grateful to me for taking care of their sister and bringing her back to them. The thanks were very nice, but that wasn't my main concern. I was keeping my eye out for Josh. During the excited welcome, he was nowhere to be seen, but at nightfall a fire was lit, and a more formal ceremony began. As a tall woman, perhaps my age, emerged from a large hut followed by several others, also noticeably older than the young women who had greeted us, I spotted Josh -- and his handiwork. He was led to a stool below, surrounded by the Queen and her court. All the women were glowingly, gloriously pregnant! I tried to catch Josh's eye, but soon gave up, recognizing that little was going on behind the slightly silly smile he wore. I asked Shana about this and she grinned, explaining that men are very dangerous and are only allowed out among women after they have been "tamed." How is that done, I asked. She explained that there is a 'taming' ceremony at which the man is fed special herbs and given palm wine to make him very happy. All the women dance before him and last of all the Queen. All the women have some taming magic, but the Queen's is the most powerful. When the Queen had finished dancing for him, she takes the man to her quarters and fucks him. After one night with her, the man is completely docile and will do anything she or the other women say. I guessed that it was some kind of hypnotism and remembered how I felt in bed with Shana. Whatever it was, it had Josh hooked. I asked what they had Josh do. Shana just laughed as if I couldn't see from all the pregnant bellies of the women. She explained that he was passed from woman to woman in order of hierarchy starting with the Queen. As soon as the first woman either missed or had her next period, he was sent to another one, spending an average of about two weeks with each. Josh had been missing about seven months and I counted about fifteen swelling tummies (and I could have missed some that weren't showing yet). Apparently he was as sure a marksman with these women as he had been with me. By now it was pretty evident that my arrival was not a coincidence and that there was some connection between the white man and the white woman. The next day I asked to talk with the Queen. Shana translated and I attempted to tell her that Josh was my man and that I wanted him back. Of course, they found totally foreign the idea of a woman owning her own man. (That was the way Shana translated it back to me. It sounded strange, but I kind of liked it.) Shana vouched for my story that in the up- river world, there were many men and yes, it was perhaps possible that a man could be a woman's exclusive property. (Yes!) I explained that I loved this man and had lived with him for over ten years and that he had given me eleven babies. This brought gasps of amazement and (I realized later) intense envy. Considering the gulf between our worlds, the Queen was amazingly sympathetic. She said she thanked me for bringing one of her daughters back and that I deserved a reward, but not the tribe's only man. She pointed out that there were scores of women that had not had a child yet and that the tribe’s only man was too valuable to let go. She gently implied that I was selfish, since, if what I had said was true, I could easily get another man back upriver to make me pregnant. I tried to explain that it was Josh I wanted, but she was adamant. That night I cried as I hadn't since Josh first disappeared. Here he was; I had seen him -- my Josh -- but I couldn't have him. Shana comforted me as best she could and got me off to several thundering orgasms, but the ache in my heart was unabated. The next day Shana escorted me to the landing. I had to leave alone. In the four-days trip back up river, I formed a plan. I began by pretending to start to like Bull again. He was such an egotist that it was easy for him to believe that the grieving widow was finally getting the hots for him. I went slowly as perhaps a woman in my circumstances would, gradually allowing him to take me out, hold my hand, put his arm around me. I made him play the gentleman he wasn't and never would be. Soon I was teasing him unmercifully, while seeming only to be coy. On uncounted nights, Bull thought he would be able to go all the way with me, only to have me put him off at the last minute. You'd better believe that I was getting my lights fucked out by Don Roberto during this time; I didn't want any slip-ups with Bull. Gradually I led him to believe that I was falling in love with him, that I was hot to fuck him, but I couldn’t until I knew for sure what had happened to Josh. Then I had Don Roberto spread the tale of the tribe of women and a strange white man among the people of the base camp. Bull *had* to agree to investigate and I insisted on going along with him and his henchmen, the ones that had been with Josh when he disappeared. When plans were firm, I sent word to Shana that I was returning with a group of men and that she should be ready. We took the three-day trip down river, looking for a landmark that Shana had given me in a return message. Sure enough, we found the three burned clearings and beached the boat. Soon a group of women arrived, greeted us warmly and with apparent surprise. I recognized some of the women; Shana stayed out of sight, thinking Bull might recognize her. I doubted it; to him she had been just another fuck. The men attempted to explain our mission, but before 'talking business' the women insisted they must properly welcome us. We trudged toward the village, Bull and the men getting a feast of the swaying round asses of the welcoming party. I had an idea of what is coming, but Bill and the other men didn't. The village was the busy, bustling place I remembered. I noticed that since my previous visit, a number of women were nursing infants and a new crop of newly pregnant tummies was evident. I could see Josh was still at work, even though I couldn't see him. As night fell, a large fire was lighted in the center of the village. Bull and his men were seated around the fire and pretty, flirty girls brought around plates of food and gourds of wine. I fell back and found Shana to watch the fun. We kissed quickly and she began fondling my tits. It felt sooo good! I hadn't even been able to masturbate in the last three days and was instantly aroused. Shana understood and slipped her fingers in me, bringing me to two nice quick comes. "Now you can enjoy the taming ceremony," she grinned as we turned our attention to the men. The fire had gone down a little and a pounding drum- beat was gradually growing louder. The serving women were now bringing more drink than food and their clothing had grown skimpier. Large unencumbered breasts were dangled in front of the men's eyes as the women leaned down to refill their drinks. The loin cloths barely covered their provocative little pussies. And when a girl stood close enough to a seated man, he couldn't avoid smelling a cunt in heat. I saw the men grow tipsy and boisterous as the women teased them, but suddenly silence welled up like a cobra rising from its basket. At the sound of a gong, five half- naked women leapt into the circle and positioned themselves, one in front of each man. Talking, laughing, and ribald remarks ceased as a woman began to writhe slowly before each man, her movements in time with the imperceptibly accelerating drum. The men were riveted by the swaying of the women's hips and bouncing titties, none more than Bull himself. I recognized the woman dancing before him. She was larger and a little older than the others. But what she lacked in youth, she made up in a sultry sexiness. Seeing who their leader was, the Queen had taken on Bull as her own project. Like the others, she had a bright silver disk dangling from her neck in from of her large round tits. Bull could not take his eyes off of those tits and so he stared too at the shining, flashing disk. As the dance accelerated, Shana and I giggled to see the women inch closer to the men, forcing them to look up at those wonderfully round bouncing boobs at an uncomfortable angle. The drum was louder now, as well as faster, and filled the ears of the transfixed men as the flashing disks filled their eyes. Shana and I watched and grinned as we saw Bull Parker and his men falling into the power of the Queen and her court. The men were being "tamed." Now the drum grew still louder and the rhythm more frenetic. [Homer!] The dancers ground their hips in the faces of the men. Their stares become glassy. Equally noticeable were their hands. Quite unconsciously, the men had started masturbating. Suddenly the drum and the dancers stopped. The men hardly reacted, so deep was the spell they were under. Perfect! Then I noticed a bit of light creep back into Bull Parker. He was a hard man, a willful man, not an easy man to "tame," by the looks of it. Slowly, as if waking from a dream, he began to look around him. The other dancers had fallen on his entranced comrades. Rock Andrews was lying cradled in the arms of a busty dancer, sucking her breast, his eyes closed in a docile, beatific smile. Red Marsh's head was thrown back as he sucked the pussy of a smiling woman who kneeled over him, slowly jacking him off. Two others -- Bull couldn't see who in the dim firelight -- were lying with their pants down around their ankles, their heads lolling, as two smirking women methodically rode them toward orgasm. Like a lonely, cornered animal, Bull instinctively sensed the danger and poised for fight or flight. The Queen looked down at him and saw his partially successful efforts to throw off the spell. Immediately, she stepped forward, dropped her skirt, and thrust her crotch in his face. The scent of a hot pussy must have hit Bull Parker with the force of a 2 x 4. Shana and I looked at each other as we watched Bull fighting the magnetic pull of the Queen's rank, dripping love slit. Bull was no longer looking around at his vanquished followers; he was looking straight ahead, straight at the bushy cunt in front of his eyes. The Queen was looking down at the big man, amused. She could see him weakening; she knew the instinct that could overcome the anger leading to resistance, the fear leading to flight: lust. In a final effort to free himself, Bull brought up his hands, just about high enough to shield his eyes from the bewitching sight before him, perhaps enough to push away the tempting view that held him fast. He reached out and with a lunge, grabbed the Queen's ass and buried his face in her warm snatch. A kind of cheer went up from the watching women as the last man went down to defeat. The Queen allowed the slavering man to fill his mouth and nose with her lust inducing juices for long seconds, then dropped them both to the mat placed nearby for that purpose. As Bull lost himself between those plump, delectable thighs, nimble fingers removed his clothes and the Queen began stoking his hardened prick. The game was over: brown women 5, white men 0. Now the fun began. Shana kissed me and pointed to one of the dancers, a curvy little thing, who was taking her captive away to her hut. The contrast of the petite woman leading the hulking man by the hand, like a little boy being put to bed by his nanny, brought a gush to my pussy. I desperately wanted Shana between my legs, but I forced myself to wait to see what the Queen would do with Bull. She wasn't taking chances. Long after eating her had reduced him to a quivering ball of lust, she continued to stroke his prick and nuzzle and whisper in his ear. At last she stood and raised him with her hand. Bull's eyes were closed and he wore a face of perfect contentment. Slipping her arm around his waist, the Queen took her new lover and strolled into the shadows. It would have been fun to see the women work on the men all night, bringing them to the edge of orgasm again and again, making them crave release more than anything. I would have loved to watch the final collapse of each man's resistance, his utter subjugation to the will of his new dominatrix, but I had more important desires that needed satisfying. Shana took me to her hut where we renewed our love. I don't know who was first and who next, and next, and next as we each took our pleasure in pleasuring the other. I slept more happily in her arms that night than any since I slept last with Josh. We didn't wake until the sun was well up. That afternoon I sought another audience with the Queen. She looked a little tired, but happy. Perhaps even tamed, Bull was a vigorous and satisfying lover. I hoped she was in a good mood as I renewed my petition. I felt on pretty firm ground. I had brought the tribe five healthy men, not too old (even Bull was only in his forties). All I wanted in return was my Josh. The Queen said that she had consulted the other women and all seemed pleased with their men. From the little smile, I could tell she was more than a little pleased with Bull. She agreed, therefore that I could have Josh . . . provided. "Provided *what*?" I asked, not as respectfully as I should have, but I was frustrated. "Provided the men all perform satisfactorily." She replied. Now I was confused. I though she had just said she and the other women found the new men did fuck satisfactorily. Then it dawned on me. I wasn't leaving with my *proven* stud until the ability of Josh’s replacements to make the tribeswomen pregnant was also proven. They wouldn't even share Josh with me until they were sure. It was a tense few weeks but one by one the women who were "trying out" the new men missed their periods. At last the Queen happily announced that she, too, was going to have another baby, Bull's baby. I had done it! I was overjoyed when Shana came to take me to the Queen’s quarters and I at last saw my Josh. I had to admit she had taken good care of him. He was a little trimmer, more muscular and nicely tanned. I almost drooled to see my sexy husband again. He still had the happy out-of-it look and didn't recognize me, but I wasn't worried. Through Shana the Queen asked me if I wanted her to "untame" him now. I thought and said no, it would be better if I could wait until I had him home. Could she tell me how to do it? She smiled as I might when giving away my favorite cookie recipe. "It's easy. Just say, ‘uusha,’" she whispered so Josh would not hear. Then she smiled even more and added, "That will also work if you ever need to 'tame' him again," she winked. The Queen spoke a few words to Josh, apparently telling him that the white woman was his new mistress. He looked at me and smiled. A few days later everything was in readiness for the return. Josh would be able to manage the boat with just two people in it. I was eager to get started, but Shana asked if I could delay our departure just one more day. Although for her part in bringing the five new men to the village, she stood high on the list of those to be impregnated, Shana didn't want to have one of their babies. She was at her most fertile time right now, she said. Would I, please, this one time, let Josh make her pregnant tonight? "Only if I get to watch you and then join in," I laughed. I had my story ready when we returned to the company camp. We had found Josh -- although he was very sick. On the way back, however, the boat had overturned and this time it was Bull and his men who were lost. There was a stir and searches, but I knew the women would never allow the men to be found. I sometimes felt a little bad about them, but not very. Each was either single or had abandoned his wife years ago. All had been complicit in Josh's disappearance. And, besides, they were all in macho heaven, surrounded by hundreds of women who wanted nothing more from them than to fuck the pigs and get pregnant with their babies. I didn't 'untame' Josh until we were back in our house the capital. He was very surprised that the "fever" he suffered made him unable to remember anything about his captivity and my rescue of him, but he can't deny it happened. I had the proof. It was pretty obvious that our new baby, whom I insist we call "Shana," was conceived the same night that he was leaving Shana something to remember him by. ***** Really, sometimes, even after 16 years of being married to my wonderful husband, he still surprises me. Would you believe, an educated man like him being superstitious? It’s true. Why, one night a couple of months ago, I pointed out that Shana no longer needed quite so much attention and maybe it was time to start thinking about making another baby. Josh got terribly upset, talking about how bad it would be to have thirteen children. I let him rant; he’s so cute when he gets mad. Of course I love Josh too much the way he is to play with his mind, but he just wasn’t being reasonable. I saw that I would have to "tame" him a little When he finished ranting, I snuggled up to him and whispered, "uusha." Fortunately, it was only his mind that was tamed; the sex was anything but. Unfortunately, I forgot to "untame" him for the rest of that weekend while I was away visiting a friend. You guessed it! If you looked carefully at Maria, Consuelo, Rosa, and Lupe today, you’d see some suspiciously tight panties -- just like mine. The End Heroically proofread by Joshua Madden, to whom many tanks. 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