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Chapter 2
Then there was Anka, the unquestionable leader of the tribe. Anka was maybe in her late thirties, but her eyes suggested she’d seen a lifetime’s worth of struggle. She had difficulty with her mobility some days, which seemed impossible when you take in the majesty of her figure. Anka was not the tallest or strongest of the women, but she was certainly one of, if not the most beautiful. Her calves, thighs and behind were round and curvy. Her wide hips cinched into a narrow waist. Anka had some of the fullest, most alluring breasts of any of the tribe’s women.
On days where she struggled to move, I was like her personal assistant. I’d help her out of her sleeping hammock in the morning, then I’d wash her entire body with a bowl of soap and water. We always stayed in her upper class, finely decorated hut. I assumed it was because she did not want the other women to perceive her as weak if she needed help walking to the river for bathing.
At night, I would often massage Anka. The massages usually ended with me sexually pleasing her with my fingers, and sometimes my mouth. It was a strange feeling. Here I was, pleasuring this unearthly attractive woman, yet I’m also being held captive. I knew that if I were to try and escape, the archers along the perimeter of their land would take me down. The archers were always on duty, and they never missed.
Last night, it seemed as if it would end as many others had. I was in Anka’s large hut, and my tongue was flicking her close to orgasm. Her shimmery brown legs quivered as the rush of pleasure was close to washing over her. Then, abruptly, she pulled my head up from between her legs, and she pulled me by my arms up onto her body. It was incredibly easy for her to, despite her poor health. She reached down to my cock, which was rock hard and ready to explode.
Her hazel eyes peered into mine and her intentions were unquestionable. She was the ultimate decider, but her gaze looked questioning; she was seeking my permission. Then she directed my hard shaft into her hot, wet opening. We both let out moans of relief and pleasure. She took my hands and placed them on her bare breasts, where her dark brown nipples were hard and erect. Anka’s arms and legs wrapped around my body, and she guided my hips up and down, while she thrusted up from her missionary position.
It was tender and intense. I thrusted her deeply while looking into her galactic eyes. It was intimate and sincere and time seemed to slow down. For a moment, her touch felt soft, loving even. It was the first morsel of human connection I’d experienced since being held captive. I learned quickly that I am not to look them directly in the eyes. Reality then returned, and she grabbed me by the bottom and shoved me into her as she pleased.
It did not take long before we were both coming. Anka’s screams must have been heard throughout the valley. I shot several streams into the depths of her body. I had never felt so emptied before. My rushed ejaculations into the river were not sustaining my sexual appetite. As I slowly pulled out of her, I watched the globs of my white hot come ooze out of her flushed pussy.
Anka kept me in her hut that night, where she held onto me tightly until the sunrise. I never fell more than half asleep, not knowing whether this newly forged connection would save or kill me. A line was crossed, that was certain. There was a sense in the community that the others were picking up on Anka’s weakness. Any fondness she were to show of me would only add to her vulnerability.
It was yesterday that I lay in Anka’s hammock with her as she woke for the day. Her initial look was peaceful and calm. As she woke, the harshness of her reality crept in and the fatigue and sadness returned to her face. Of course, I hadn’t really slept. I had a fraction of adrenaline that continued to fuel me, but mostly I was running on fumes.
“You. Go,” she directed me. As I made my way out of the hut and passed the two guards on watch, I could hear her grunting as she stepped out of the hammock. My impulse was to turn back and help, but I was afraid I may be castrated by the women wielding spears.
I went about my normal chores. My responsibilities had ebbed and flowed, but I always had to chop wood and haul pails of water. By the time I completed my essential tasks, most of the women were awake for the day. At this point, I was free for whomever may need me.
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