Leaping and jumping, Klipesia moved closer to Charlie as he stood bound to the pole. Moving to the front of him, she raised her hand up to his face. Using her other hand, she aimed the spear at him. Moving her hips in a circular formation, she kept her eyes and spear locked onto Charlie. Closing his eyes Charlie felt a rush of wind as he heard wood split next to his head.
Looking to his side, he saw the head of a spear lodged into the wood next to him. Grabbing the end of the spear, and keeping her dance going, she ripped the spear from the pole. Shimmying her hips, she moved closer to Charlie until her body gently caressed against him. Grabbing his chin, she forced him to look at her.
“Remember now?” She said before leaping away and aiming the spear again. Charlie had to admit, the feeling of having a person dance around him and throw a spear only inches away from him was an oddly familiar feeling of dread.
Still shaking her hips and expressing her dance with the movement of her spear, she moved around to the back of him. Aiming her spear again, she threw it at the bindings that held his hands. Only by just a couple of inches did the spear miss cutting into his hands. The rope cut and fell to the ground. Taking her spear, she threw it again.
The rope binding his torso to the pole was cut as the spear landed behind him. She repeated this several times until he was uncut from the pole. Looking to the crowd, Charlie saw both the vultures and huntresses were now armed with spears, their eyes locked onto him. The women cheered as they started to mock stab their spears towards him. Even Nolkonoe and Phukomeia were getting into it as they aimed their spears at him.
A sharp pain stabbed into the butt of Charlie. Turning, he saw Klipesia was staring him down, her spear aimed for his neck.
“Run!” Klipesia yelled at him, her eyes wild with sadistic lust.
“Whoever catches him mates him!” Nolkonoe yelled as Phukomeia translated the same to the women. All cheered as they glared at him, like wild animals staring down a hog.
Nolkonoe pushed herself against him. Pressing her lips against his ear, she gently nibbled before whispering to him.
“I’ll try and help you out here, I’ll steer you in the direction of the Chiefess until the Chiefess finds you.”
Instinctively, Charlie turned and started to sprint. After a while longer of cheering and yelling, the women charged after him. Breaking through the trees and leaping through the jungle, he soon broke out into the desert opening. Scanning around, he found another piece of jungle that he soon leapt into. The sounds of cheering warrior women filled his ears as they hunted after him.
Just before he got into the next part of the jungle, a familiar thunk landed next to his head. A spear had lodged into the tree, not that far from his head. They could have caught him by that point, but they chose not to, instead they chose to enjoy their hunt more as they tormented him. Looking up to the trees, he could see the small army of huntresses and vultures that now pursued him.
Stumbling and jumping, Charlie narrowly missed the arrows, darts, and spears being fired at him. Crashing above him, he looked to see Nolkonoe leaping through the trees next to him. Several women on the bottom of one of the trees, women he recognised to be vultures, collapsed the tree and allowed it to fall. As it tumbled, Phukomeia swept in and stole him from the site of the huntresses as they all tried to make sense of the sudden falling of the tree.
Looking behind himself, he saw several more trees falling, causing chaos amongst the huntresses. Holding Charlie in her arms, Phukomeia leapt through the brush of the jungle. The vultures cackled as they ran through the jungle and out into the open desert. Soon their group gathered, and they started to move again. They moved for a while until they reached another pocket of the jungle.
“We are far enough,” Nolkonoe said as stared at Charlie in the hold of Phukomeia.
“Thanks, really, I thought they were trying to kill me,” Charlie said, awkwardly looking at Phukomeia as she kept him in a headlock.
“They wouldn’t have, they would have probably killed you during the part where they were going to have sex with you,” Phukomeia pointed out with a large smile.
“Yeah, thanks. You really did save me there, but Errr, do you mind?” Charlie said, trying his best to politely ask her to let him go after saving him. Nolkonoe strutted around to his back. The other vultures soon surrounded him.
“Oh, so cute!” Phukomeia said as she ran her fingers through his hair. The vultures surrounded him, their hands running over his still nude and exposed body.
“Ha, yeah…” Charlie said awkwardly as the women examined him. Phukomeia let go of his head, but immediately on release was thrown onto the ground. Diving down the women pinned him as Nolkonoe leapt onto his legs.
“By the Ancient ones, you are such an adorable, naive little thing. You thought we helped you? No, we are simply collecting our debt and didn’t want the huntresses to break you,” Nolkonoe said as she started to straddle his legs with her thighs.
“Of fucking course,” Charlie muttered to himself, shamming himself for not seeing this coming. The women held him in place. Those who didn’t gently caress his face or planted soft kisses onto his face, neck or chest. Charlie tried to struggle, but his body tensed as he felt the labia lips of Nolkonoe press against the tip of his member.
“Please,” He begged, his eyes fixed on her.
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“Don’t worry, in our tribe, it is usual for men to do this to express thanks,” Nolkonoe said as she began to lower herself.
“See? It isn’t that bad. I’m not like the Chiefess, I won't go too rough,” Nolkonoe reassured as she leaned over to him, her hazel eyes calming him. Relaxing, he resigned to his fate. Feeling his body relax, Nolkonoe smiled down at him.
“Good boy, now just lie there and relax,” Smiling, she lowered herself down. Halfway onto him, a thunk sounded next to them. The familiar sound of stone cutting into wood. All turned their heads, to see where the knife had come from. For probably the first time, Charlie felt relieved to see the Chiefess staring down at him.
“I see,” Nolkonoe said before scattering off, pulling up their grass skirts as they went.
Now alone, the Chiefess stared blankly down at Charlie. Her emotionless face kept him still. Despite no longer having Nolkonoe or the vultures pinning him, he still didn’t move from his lying position. She was going to kill him. Definitely. He had never seen someone with a face so devoid of emotion before that wasn’t some kind of mass murder just about to add another body to their count.
Moving to the tree where she had thrown her knife, she pulled the blade from the wood. Clutching the blade in her hand, she moved to his side. Crouching down beside him, she looked him in the eyes. After a while of saying nothing and simply examining him did she make her move. Taking off her small, grass top, she wrapped it around his waist. Now with his crouch secured and out of sight did she throw him onto her shoulder.
Now carrying Charlie like a sack of potatoes, the Chiefess began to strut off back towards the village. Neither dared to utter a word as they moved through the jungle and desert and then into the village. Once in the village, still, neither said anything. Only when the Chiefess had moved through the village and to her home did Charlie speak.
“Sorry,” He muttered to the Chiefess as they entered her hut.
Turning around, she drew the cloth door shut. Saying nothing, she threw him onto the bed. Throwing her knife onto the ground, she then removed her shirt. Once these were gone, she also removed her grass skirt. Having more respect for her head garment, she moved to a large chest of draws. Here she removed her headdress and placed it onto the dresser.
After removing her strange-looking leather bag, she pulled out a translation book. Looking at him, she narrowed her eyes. Freezing slightly, Charlie felt his body tense as she stared at him. Breaking her gaze away from him, she went back to rummaging through the book.
“Soory?” She questioned, looking over her shoulder again to look at him. Nodding, Charlie assumed she was trying to understand what he had said.
“Sorry,” Charlie reiterated to her. Nodding, she understood. Going through her translation book, she eventually seemed to construct a sentence. After repeating it to herself for a while, she became confident in her speaking. Placing the book down, she moved over to Charlie.
Staring down at him, she blushed slightly and the sight of his nudeness and her sudden arousal. Her blush only increased as she forgot what she was about to say. Rushing back to the book, she went through it again. Now for the second time, she went back to Charlie on the bed. He cowered with the furs on his lap, his face a bright red as he tried his best not to stare at the round breasts and large butt of the Chiefess.
If she had ever moved into the imperial capital or any of the other giant cities that were members of the empire, God even the Kingdoms cities would all probably welcome her beauty. She would defiantly have painters flock to capture her beauty for their profit and admiration. When dragged by his family to the large performance theatres of the city of Labtraon where pictures of men and women from the deserts of the south and tropical islands of the east would perform tribal or ritual dances for them.
Leaping onto the bed, she wrapped a hand around his neck. Dragging him into a lying position, she placed a soft kiss onto his lips.
“Show love, show devotion, then I show forgiveness. Then I accept sorry,” she said, her broken English and thick native accent being oddly arousing to him as she released her hand from his neck and began to smother him in kisses.
Charlie allowed the hands of the Chiefess to wonder him. His eyes widened as he felt a hand grip around his balls. Oh no. His mind started to think back to the night before. At first, the sex had been amazing, but as she slowly lost control, she became more animalistic and ravenous. As her hands fumbled his sack, her other hand moved to his chest. Pinning him down, she continued to entertain herself with his attempts to struggle.
“Adorable,” she muttered, this being one of the few compliments she knew in his tongue.
“Oh God, please, be gentler,” Charlie tried to plead, but it was useless as the Chiefess placed another kiss onto his lips as her hand moved to grip around his cock. Her soft yet stern hands gripped tightly around his cock as she began to masturbate him.
Slowly she dragged her body down his, her breasts and the slight hair above her sex rubbed against him. Leaping up from lying on him, she happily swayed her hips. Moving to his legs, she grabbed his two ankles. Dragging him down the bed, she revealed a few pieces of vine from under the bed. Taking out the vine, she bound his two legs to the posts of the bed. Now he was trapped.
Quickly she moved to the other end of the bed. Before he could react, the Chiefess had him bound to the other bedposts. As she finished binding him, she made sure to press her breasts against his face. After making sure he was still aroused, she moved between his legs. Smiling, she grabbed his cock as her other hand massaged his balls.
Moving her head down, she placed the tip of his cock against her lips. He twitched in her hand holding his cock slowly pulled down his foreskin. Puffing out her cheeks, she lamented the scent of the vulture that had tried to ride him. Parting her lips, she began to lick and kiss his tip. Her expert hands continued to massage his balls and shaft while her tongue examined every inch of his member. His soft head tasted amazing to her as she gently licked at him. Badly she wanted to ride him, but she wanted him to save all sexual desire for the festival that night.
Reluctantly she stopped her foreplay. Dragging herself up against his body, she lay herself down across him. Nuzzling her face into his neck, she yelled a command back to the two warriors peaking around the entrance of the hut. The women responded, and the Chiefess cuddled into Charlie. They would wake her when it was night, they would wake her when she was to perform the dance of sacrifice…
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