The great N'Konga river shimmered in the summer heat as it sluggishly ambled between steep banks through the brown crisped grass of the summer plains and as I dreamed and planned which of my six wives to sleep with next when a distant thudding heralded the imminent arrival of a helicopter.
It was not unexpected but undoubtedly unwelcome, a sword of Damacles hanging over my little idyll as I ruled over my own village of some three hundred N'Konga tribesmen and women and a huge number of children.
It wasn't supposed to be like this, just a gap year really, but a childhood as the son of a mechanic in a Yorkshire mining village playing with machinery and a degree in Politics had set me up nicely for an isolated village with a failed water pump, in fact not one but three failed water pumps, one petrol powered in full working order but no petrol, a wind pump, with no wind, and an old lever action pump with a broken lever, and along I come, not on a gleaming white charger like a medeval knight but in a Bell Helicopter with some basic tools and a few sacks of food aid.
They thought I was the Messiah, all I did was shorten the wind pump shaft by two twelve foot sections, dismantle the tower and make a pair of handles so they could walk round and round and pump the water up that way, but to a tribe used to fetching filthy water from the crocodile infested N'Konga river it was life changing.
Of course I should have declined all the tributes offered, it was just the Charitable work I was supposed to do but I was young, it's no excuse but it's my excuse, and I was only supposed to be there a week but somehow I was forgotten as there was no way to re charge my satellite phone when I left it on and flattened the battery, so I made the best of it in an area Aids had yet to reach.
The N'Konga tribe had fought among themselves for generations, the leader seldom surviving for a year, his promises failing and sealing his fate as the coming man challenged, fought, succeeded and then failed to deliver so in many ways it was a relief for them to offer me the role as Tribal Chief.
I didn't appreciate that as chief I was expected to take a wife from each of the three main families but it was no hardship, and indeed it was now almost nine months since I had married them in a single moving and entirely meaningless ceremony, I had re christened them, Ann, Beatrice (Bea), Celia, A,B,C you see, as their tribal names were unrepeatable, certainly I couldn't get my tongue around them, but we soon had a great rapport growing, and seeing their happines I was quickly approached by other concerned fathers of girls reaching marriageable age and so my household had grown to six wives Daisy, Eve and Fanny having joined me in matrimonial bliss and fairly soon the swelling of their bellies was an indication six children would soon join them.
But now it seemed the much anticipated and dreaded return to civilisation was imminent as the Charity inspection Team liveried chopper was upon us.
The Bell Jet Ranger set down just beyond the end of "Main Street," and I ordered my Tribal friends to form a guard of honour, with their spears held at the slope which actually looked pretty aggressive and I waited for the inspectors to descend.
We must have looked very fearsome, myself as chief quite darkly tanned in my wide brimmed bush hat open neck shirt and shorts, my men bare breasted, but with arm bands for rank and Khaki shorts and boots and the women bare breasted wearing anything from a grass skirt through skimpy panties to a designer dress five sizes too small which Ann as my number one wife somehow managed to squeeze into or possibly through!
It quickly registered that one of the Helicopters occupants was a woman, but when she opened the door and stepped out her beauty was a shock to the system, nine months of black company had made me forget how irresistible a fair skinned fair haired european girl really was, and I leered inappropriately as this vision of loveliness descended from the port side passenger door.
I stared at her long lightly tanned legs stretching from her tight Khaki shorts to her practical Khaki boots and at her modest european breasts tightening the fabric of her tight white blouse, such a contrast to my tribes womens huge free swinging udders.
"Mr Harding," she queried as I stepped forward, "I'm Grace Telling, from UniChar SA?" she announced, "I think your inspection is somewhat overdue."
"Welcome to my humble village," I replied, "Please may I introduce my wives, Ann, Bea, Celia," I indicated them in turn, "And Daisy, Eve and Fanny."
"Hello," she said, "I'm Grace, Grace Telling"
"They don't speak much English yet, we're mainly French speakers here," I suggested, "But what did you want to know?" I asked as surrounded by my warriors we stood on the edge of our Village where the galvanised steel roofing sheets of the wooden framed mud brick houses shone like mirrors in the blazing sun.
"Where the Chief is for one thing," she said.
"He stood down, I'm chief now." I explained.
"Oh, that's most irregular, can we talk somewhere private?" she asked.
"Probably not, the girls will think we are having sex," I said.
"Mr Harding," she said frostily, her blue eyes somehow icily severe, "I can assure you that having sex with you is something I would rather die than contemplate."
"Which is largely irrelevant," I suggested "As Ann will accompany you at all times." I motioned towards my own modest home, easily the largest in the Village with two floors and a reception room large enough for the whole tribe to squeeze into.
We went upstairs to my room, I sat behind my desk, it was quite a smart desk, I made it myself,in fact I built most of the house and did nearly all the work on my room, it was quite a smart room, I just about wore out the wood plane planing the timber to panel out the mud brick walls so apart from no windows and no light it was as good as most garden sheds "Do you have the accounts?" she asked, as she sat down opposite me on a wooden chair I had made and Ann stood behind her.
"Sure!" I agreed and handed it to her.
"There's no entries." she said.
"No transactions," I agreed, "We trade,"
"But Mr Harding, am I to understand you are having sexual liaisons with natives?" she said.
"I have six wives yes," I agreed
"You're an animal!" she snapped, and reached forward as if to strike me, but Ann was too quick for her and dragged her back into her chair by her long blonde hair.
"Aw, what was that for?" she asked.
"Being rude to Ann's husband I suppose!" I explained, "But seriously, yes I am chief, more like Town Clerk than dictator, and according to tribal tradition I have a number of wives."
"It's against all the rules," she said, "I shall have to report this,"
"You do what you have to, you didn't come to give me a lift back then?" I asked.
"No, we heard reports of a large native canoe being seen on the N'Konga river." she said.
"Titanic," I explained, "I got the chaps to build a twin hull so the Crocs can't turn it over so easy."
"But they have traditions, traditions we must maintain," she exlplained as if I was some kind of idiot."
"And being Croc food is one of those!" I queried, "No you don't have a clue, degree in Sociology and."
"How did you know?" she asked.
"I didn't, your attitude maybe," I suggested, "Reckon you need a few months out here to learn not a couple of years partying your was through lectures."
"And you are an expert?" she asked.
"I did Politics, me" I said, "Mind you my dad taught me how to use a screwdriver, and that's far more useful."
She scowled disapprovingly at me, and then she looked up, "What's that," she said as we heard the Jet Rangers engines spooling up.
"Sounds like he wants to leave," I suggested, and as the thudding increased I realised he was actually leaving.
"No, for gods sake," Grace cried and hurled herself headlong down the stairs, (Which I built) and ran for the Bell, "John, Wait!" she squealed as she sprinted down main street with me following behind her..
"Sorry," John the pilot's voice boomed from a loudspeaker under the nose, "But we can't have you reporting back to London, Bye!" and he swung away in a neatly executed departure, only to swoop low again and throw out her backpack.
"Get on the Radio!" Grace squealed.
"What Radio?" I replied, "Why do you think I've been stuck here so long."
It was an awkward situation, completely unexpected, but a few things became clear, such as it wasn't an oversight that my satellite phone Photo cell was missing fromm my kit and I was sure we travelled south east not south west to the Village when I came originally, and when Grace said a different name for the Village where we had been left I knew it was no accident that we had been dumped here.
"They've been selling supplies," she said, "Having affairs with." she stopped, "Just like you!"
"And you let them know you knew?" I asked. she nodded.
"You stupid bitch!" I said, and this time she did hit me and this time Bea and Fanny dragged her off me.
"They'll come looking for me!" Grace exclaimed hopefully.
"Well not if he tells them you were dropped off miles away and abducted by natives." I pointed out,"but hey life's not so bad."
"I'll walk!" she said.
"Where?" I asked, "I don't know the way out, there's rapids ten miles south so we can't get downstream in a boat easily, there's shallows and a three way fork in the river to the north, it's not easy."
"You know exactly!" she snapped, "Liar!"
"No I don't and don't be so disrespectful, I'm chief remember, be a bit deferential, just fake it ok."
"Liar!" she repeated.
"I don't have to listen to this," I told her, "You want to walk, you walk." and I just turned away and went back to my house.
I had been sitting down for ten minutes when I heard Grace shouting, "Mr Haines!" she yelled, "Mr Haines!"
There were six of my fittest young chaps surrounding Grace trying to seduce her and she was finding it something of a culture shock, she was actually as tall as any of them, but their muscles rippled from rowing and digging, and they hadn't realised that Grace wasn't used to gentlemen in grass skirts showing their fully engorged genitals in a bid to gain her favours.
She should have been in seventh heaven with a choice of three eight inch pricks a seven and two sixes on offer but she was too stupid to be flattered. "Harding!" I corrected her, "what is it?"
"They exposed themselves," she said.
"It's their way of asking you out," I said, "You'll have to get used to it until you marry."
"They want to, Oh!" she said as she realised I was unconcerned.
"You do speak French," I asked.
"Un Per," she said unconvincingly.
"Then say thank you, but," I suggested.
"But what?" she asked.
"That you're only here for a day or two." I suggested. "We have a guest room in my house supposedly for visiting dignitaries, I suppose you had better stay there."
She took my advice and barricaded herself in the room,
Tribal lore said guests were welcome for a week and a day, so Grace was waited on like royalty by my wives for the first couple of days while Grace worked away on her computer, recharging it from a neat Solar panel as she worked.
She dined on Zebra and Crocodile, used my private toilet and generally lived like a queen, but on the third day with Eve as chaperone I broached the subject of the eight day rule.
"Tribal rules suggest guests may stay a week, but if they want to stay longer they must join our society." I said.
"Right? and what does that involve?" she asked.
"A man must bring in a Zebra or Crocodile to eat while a girl." I explained.
"A girl must fuck the Chirf senseless am I right ," she asked, "because there is no way."
"No" I explained "In your case you need to find a husband, as you see there are no single women of child bearing age."
"No way!" she said.
"Then you must leave." I said, "But there is nowhere to go to."
"I not prostituting myself, I'd rather die."
"That is the option, I can't let you sleep under my roof beyond seven days, I'm sorry." I explained, "It's not fair to my wives."
"Those savages!" she snapped, Eve knew enough English to be hurt.
"Eve," I called and had her sit on my lap, "Je t'aime," I said and I cupped her swelling belly and kissed her, "Ce soir, Oui?"
"Yes Tonight," she said, "Apres Daisy."
"There's no need to be hateful," I told Grace, "You hurt me if you disrespect my wives."
"But they're savages, they walk around half naked!" Grace complained.
"Grace, unless you find a husband in the next four days you will be paraded naked through the village and kept tied up in the corral until someone will take you on," I explained, "it's something every local girl has to go through when she starts menstruating just as every boy has to catch a Zebra or Croc."
"Don't be stupid." she said.
"Yes," I explained, "it marks the transition between girlhood and womanhood, a girl belongs to her father, the woman to her husband, so at first menstruation she is stripped naked and the father takes her clothes and it is for the husband to clothe her, if he wishes."
"At menstruation?" she said agitatedly.
"Well, in theory," I said, "but it's not fixed, these are decent people, usually the girl finds her fellow but just occasionally a father needs the old way to get a daughter to accept what is available and to forget her dreams."
"And you'll let them do that to me." she asked nervously.
"You're under my roof," I explained, "That makes me your father, so I shall have to dispose of your things I suppose."
"So how will my husband clothe me?" she challenged.
"He may choose a simple collar," I exlained, "many young girls love being naked, haven't you seen Kaylala and her husband Jose or Tiribantana and Farouk, they are for ever making love in the main street then walking around naked with cum leaking down their thighs."
"Oh god," she said, "You're joking right?"
"And I bet you believe in equality," I snarled, "except when it comes to you, you think because you're white you should be treated differently don't you?" I challenged.
"I want to meet the right man and have a white wedding." she said firmly.
"White wedding, I rest my case." I joked, I shouldn't have joked, it wasn't funny.
"Four days?" she said, "To choose a husband?"
"For a husband to choose you as a wife," I explained, "he will expect to see you are aroused when you see he is, you should be bare breasted like the other girls so he sees your nipples stiffen and really you should show how wet you are for him. maybe a grass skirt or just a big wet patch on your panties if you're shy."
"For gods sake that's disgusting," she said.
"Well they have to show their cocks," I explained, "and that can be humiliating if they are on the small side!"
"You are joking?" she said "Surely?"
"No, deadly serious," I said, "the only other options are to leave or become a Tribal slave."
"A What?" she asked.
"They used to capture people from neighbouring tribes and keep them as slaves," I said, "I don't think you'd like that."
"Better than being forced to have sex with a savage." she exclaimed grimacing.
"Ah I think that with your looks and ah, uniqueness," I suggested, " you would find yourself having sex with a large number of what you call savages."
"Oh," she said.
"Yes," I said, "What will you do? do a parade and see if you get any offers?"
She sat down and coldly and methodically weighed up the option, no hysteria, just calm contemplation.
"You really think we're stuck here?" she said quietly.
"Oh yes, I've walked all day and not seen any hint of a road or anything." I suggested.
"Then I suppose," she said and her resolve broke and she started crying, "I wanted a white wedding," she said.
"Then do a parade, the girls will prepare you," I said as I saw my wives hovering jealously in the background.
"I can't" she protested but I gave Ann some instructions and as number one wife she knew exactly what to do, first they surrounded Grace and moved her into their sleeping quarters and as they stood round they giggled as they gently eased her clothes off a button at a time an inch at a time but every move Grace made to resist they out maneuvered her and tugged or pulled something else until a pile of clothes lay on the bed.
I had a simple leather choker and when I judged the time right I approached her, "They won't do anything you don't encourage if you wear my collar," I suggested and my fingers trembled slightly as I buckled the symbolic Tribal slave collar around her neck.
She stood in just her pink bra and tiny white panties, barefoot now, strangely pink against my ebony skinned harem, and the girls ushered her from the house.
"My god, it's like being a native," she gasped, "Oh hell." but it was only when she was fully out in the street that I symbolically undid her bra catch and pulled down her panties that she lost it and screamed "Noooo"
She tried to hide her breasts and sex with her hands but we were wise to that and as Eve and Bea held her arms I slipped a simple leather strap around her wrists and tied her hands behind her back which cured that problem, and as we we stood back and looked she looked magnificent, I knew I was swelling but it was a shock when Eve touched me, "Moi," she insisted and took my hand to lead me to bed.
I resisted, I needed to be sure nothing would go wrong as Grace realised she had nowhere to run to and our bronzed musclemen moved in to check her charms.
They were reticent at first as if afraid to touch, but then they became bolder and more and more eager, from gently stroking her pale skin and running their coarse dark fingers through her long golden hair to checking the firmness of her flat well muscled belly before they explored the hot moist secret places beneath the furry down of her fine golden pubic hair.
Grace gasped and grimaced as the men, mere boys in my eyes, eagerly pawed at Grace until despite everything her poor nipples strained and her sex glistened and oozed moisture and her resolve melted as rapidly as any uneducated native girl as groping and stimulation triggered the lust that lurked unsuspected deep in her psyche.
More and more people gathered as the afternoon turned to early evening and the word spread that the white girl was being paraded for marriage, I watched in amusement as Grace finally realised that here she was just the same as any other female, all the reverence she had become used to as a student and a white woman had been swept away and she knew equality and she realised she didn't like it.
I hadn't dared warn her of the Tribal customs, because I had to be seen to treat he fairly as if she were just another stray spare female who had joined our little community, rather than as something special, but she was about to find out.
The collar meant she must not be married without the owner's consent, and as she wore my collar that meant my consent, but it didn't mean no one must touch, only that they mustn't actually have full sex with her, foreplay was fine and indeed expected, and the softness of her mouth and the agility of her tongue and the flexibility of her throat were all things to be explored by her suitors.
I had to warn her, "Grace," I said carefully so that she understood, "We will break your teeth f you bite anyone"
"What!" she gasped.
"Fellatio, the men will want to see how good you are at giving head and." I paused.
"What?" she asked.
"How good you are at Anal." I said.
"No way!" she wailed, but she had run out of choices as firm dark skinned hands gently but firmly bent her from the waist.
"We have no STDs or Aids," I reassured her, "Relax, our own girls love their parades, they love the attention," I said.
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,"
She lied convincingly, "Oh, you're so big!" she lied, "And warm."
"Hush!" I told her, but she wasn't interested, but it seemed strange that her skin and mine were the same colour, it was difficult to see where she ended and I began, and her skin was so soft against me, I had forgotten just how soft white girls were compared to the coarse skinned coarse haired native girls and I pretty much relaxed into Grace's embracing warmth.
"Don't go to sleep on me!" she muttered, so I gave her a few real hard thrusts and she gasped,
"Oh, mind my baby," she said, I forgot she was pregnant, "Our baby!" she said, and she wrapped her legs round me "Our baby!" she repeated.
She looked quite pretty when she smiled, although I couldn't quite see what she had to smile about unless being fucked in public was her thing, which to be honest I doubted.
She seemed bemused when I handed her my shirt, "Put it on for the wedding pics." I suggested, and then I put her Laptop on a rock and recorded Fanouka our medicine man blessing our union.
I asked if she took me for her husband and she said "Yes!" I even put her old clit ring on her finger.
She looked confused when I said "With this ring I thee wed," or some such and then it was all over, the crowd dispersed. "For gods sake do something with your hair." I ordered.
I led her inside, she seemed somehow calm, "What now?" she asked.
"Your call," I suggested, "But you're wife number seven for now," I warned her, "So no more taking all comers up the ass."
She slapped my face, "God I'm sorry!" she apologised.
"Look, just get writing, you have some Laptop battery left so record what you're thinking." I suggested, and she stared.
"That's really thoughtful," she said, "I will."
"And don't hide it from me."
Grace worked away until the low battery warning light came on, and then closed the lid and looked around to find me sitting with the other wives, she looked for somewhere to sit with us but Ann suggested we should be alone so I took Grace to my room where I sat her down and started to undo her tightly braided hair, and she just sat and let me fiddle away.
"Will it just be you and me?" she asked, "You as village elder." she asked, "For ever?"
"Why, would you rather be a slave?" I asked.
"I want to go home," she said, "But I don't suppose." but I had my hand on her thigh and she knew when to stop talking, her thin lips felt different to the thick African lips I had been accustomed to, and she seemed surprisingly willing, her sex moist as I reached tentatively up between her legs to part her sweet lower lips.
I eased my thumb inside her and worked on her engorged clit with my fingers, she gasped softly, her nipples were already stiffening even before I unbuttoned the white shirt I had let her borrow, and bent to gently kiss her breasts still a modest C cup perhaps but soft and sweet.
"I'll have to find a new name for you," I whispered.
"Why, Grace starts with a G," she pointed out.
My other wives were kind to Grace, they were cross that I had unbraided her hair but we compromised with a sort of ponytail, and Grace sort of took over my best shirts to wear and after some problems we had a new Chief, Aslan.
I took him aside straight after the election, "The last thing you need is me hanging around so I'm going to leave you to it old chap." In told him.
He seemed genuinely concerned, but I reassured him, what he didn't know was I had managed to recharge my phone from Grace's solar panel for her Laptop, it was multivoltage and just needed a bit of connecting wire fitted across, so suddenly I contacted the outside world.
It caused some consternation, to say the least, but the morning following the election the thud of a Helicopter was heard once again and as an old Bell Huey set down just outside town so we were waiting with a single case and Grace's Laptop and within a couple of minutes we were swinging away across the plains leaving the Village and the N'Konga far behind.
"Miss Telling, Mr Harding," Tanakula Masanabe the local administrator for UniChar greeted us, but Grace's reaction startled me.
"Mrs Harding, Mr Masanabe," she said showing her ring, "We are married." it was much much later when they found us a hotel room and we could talk.
"There's no need to stay married if you don't want to." I suggested.
"Don't you want to?" she said. Now that was a shock.
"I didn't think you wanted to," I said, "You want the baby is that it?"
"I want you," she said and I thought what the hell, and I grabbed her and kissed her as I struggled to pull her shorts down, "Stop that," she said "Let me." she just dragged her shorts down for me, "Better?" she asked.
She didn't hold back at all, she near ripped my tool right off me and couldn't get me inside her fast enough, and when I collapsed on top of her exhausted, she started talking.
"It's Stephen, isn't it?" she asked, "Your name, Stephen."
"Yes," I agreed "Why."
"It's nice," she said, "You see, ah," she said, "I saw what you achieved with the N'Konga," she said, "Stephen, you were brilliant, you were absolutely brilliant."
"I did Ok," I said.
"You bought democracy to the tribe is just a few weeks," she said, "You're a genius, and you're my genius, do you understand?" she demanded.
"I guess," I said,
She carried on "So no mention of slavery, I became your wife, forget the slavery, do you understand?"
"Suits me!" I agreed.
"And be nice to Mummy, Ok," she said "she's flying in tomorrow."