Chapter 1
Anka paces back and forth, as if I’m not in the same confined space as her. She looks pained, anguished, like she’s been up all night running possibilities through her head.
I weigh my own options in my head. I decide it may be best for me to speak first. “Anka, look,” I start.
“Shht” she says through pursed lips. She holds her hand out and pinches, as if to shut me up. “You are not supposed to know,” she says, suddenly sounding much more familiar with English.
Her hands connect behind her back as she paces. “You should not have gone to that waterfall,” she says, speaking more to herself than to me.
I’m beginning to feel suspicious of her intentions. And annoyed that she’s been able to speak English all this time. “Wait…what.”
“Shht” she interrupts again. She sighs deeply and finally looks me in the eye. “You were not supposed to know about our… abilities.”
“Right. It’s fine, really,” I assure her, speaking rapidly. “I promise I won’t say anything to…”
“You’ve put me in a precarious position, Jake,” she says, sounding more now like the leader of a tribe. It’s the first time she’s used my name since my first day.
I want to ask questions, but I’ve quickly learned this is a one-way conversation. I try to calm myself and study her. Why was she so affected by this? Surely, they must get Westerners out here now and again, people like me who get lost while hiking.
“I’ve come to…,” she begins. “Take a liking to you, Jake. I have appreciated… your company. And your… discretion.”
I assume she’s talking about keeping her significant physical ailments between us. She sits on the straw chair the guards had provided when she arrived, and her focus on me intensifies.
“The tribe is upset,” she begins, concern never leaving her expression. Her dark eyebrows furrow, revealing the stress lines in her otherwise ageless, bronze complexion.
“Many of us are very protective of our secret,” she informs. “We have remained hidden from the outside world for millennia. You are the first white man to know of our existence in centuries.”
I’m awestruck. Both by the information she’s sharing and at her expansive vocabulary. “Well, I can keep it secret. I have no intentions of exposing you to the world,” I say.
“Despite essentially being kept as a servant, I’ve learned to respect the ways and culture of your people,” I continue. “What do you call yourselves, anyways?”
“We are the Terana,” she states. “We… I have also enjoyed your company these past few weeks.” The look of agony returns to her face.
“Then what’s the problem?” I ask. “I don’t say anything, and we just go along as if nothing happened.” While I mean all of what I say, I’m laying on my charm especially thick. My first approach out of this mess is the one with the least resistance.
She scoffs. “It’s not that simple, Jake,” she says. Her hand lowers to my shoulder. Her fingers feel cold and calloused. “There are only three options that lie ahead for you.”
“Yes, what are they?” I ask eagerly.
“First option is we kill you,” she says plainly. “That eliminates the threat immediately.”
“Okay, let’s go on to option two,” I suggest.
“Second, you stay as our servant. Forever. You would be allowed to live, but never leave.”
“And three?” I ask.
“The third option would involve some cooperation in your part,” she says.
“Yes?”
“The third option: we breed you.”
Chapter 2
I shift myself to face her. “I see,” I say, looking down in thought. “Well, I’d prefer not to die, so that eliminates option one.”
Anka nods slightly.
“And, I like it here and everything, but I don’t know if I want to stay forever,” I think out loud. “Eventually, I want to go back and see my family and friends.”
She nods more, and looks to me, anticipating my response to the third option.
“And the third option. You’d…breed me?” I ask.
“Yes,” she begins. “As you’ve learned, many of us have the ability to grow male genitalia. We can use our male parts for enjoyment, but they are not good for reproduction.”
I lift an eyebrow, encouraging her to continue.
“We can reproduce, but it is rare. Our seed is not nearly as potent as a biological male,” she explains. “We have a pregnancy once every twenty years. We need at least one offspring every year to sustain our population.”
“Wow,” I say.
“As you’ve seen, we have no children here. We have no one under the age of 20. Assuming you are fertile, you could impregnate dozens of women very quickly, and our population could be sustained.”
“Fine, let’s do that then,” I declare. I imagine dozens of lighter skinned warriors running around, and have mixed feelings about my descendants living here.
“It’s not that simple,” she says with an exhale. “These decisions are left to our tribe elders, The Council. They ultimately decide.”
I analyze all of the information in my head, and begin to realize that I’m going to have to find more leverage. Breeding isn’t enough, otherwise they would have decided for me. I scan ways for me to gain more power in the situation.
“You know, people will look for me. I’ve been gone three weeks now, they could be getting close,” I ponder aloud.
Anka’s expression instantly shifts from empathetic woman to hardened leader. “Go on,” she drawls.
“I’m just saying. You could have search parties scanning this area any day,” I point out. My purely soft approach wasn’t working, so I’m pressing her harder. I’ve been wondering if they ever planned to let me leave, anyways.
She squints her eyes, calculating my every move. “How could they possibly find you?” She asks.
“GPS. I had my satellite phone with me on my hike,” I explain. “Even though the battery is dead, the GPS is still active.” Of course, I don’t think this is true, but it’s the best way I can think of to gain leverage.
“When your archers found me outside of your land, they brought me right into your village with my phone in my pocket. Come to think of it, it’s probably still there, wherever you’ve chosen to keep my clothes.”
“Hmm,” she groans through pursed lips. She stands, now pacing again. “So what do you propose?”
“Well, again, I’d rather not be killed,” I reiterate. “Also, if you killed me, you’d definitely get a search party here eventually. We Americans don’t give up on this sort of thing. So, I’m guessing you don’t want that.”
“Second option, where I stay as your servant forever. I suppose I could call off any search parties that arrived. Tell them I’m here and I’m fine and send them back. Or I find a way to call them and call off the search,” I think out loud.
“But, I’d have some conditions,” I say. “I will stay and be a part of your community, but not your slave. I’ll do my part, but I’m no one’s property. Plus, enough with the always naked thing, you’d have to give me a goddamn loin cloth!”
I take a deep breath. “Last option may be the best one. For both parties. I will stay for a month. I’ll fuck as many women as I can. Within a month, you should know if some of your women are pregnant. Once enough are knocked up, you let me go, and I’ll promise to never speak of you to anyone. You have my word.”
Anka inhales deeply and continues pacing. She allows the silence in the room to linger. She stops, turns to me, and says, “I will bring your proposals to The Council. After that, I make no promises.” Then she leaves, the tent flap waving behind her.
Before I can spit out any request to continue our discussions, she’s gone. I’m left here, alone, still naked and not sure if I’ll live to see tomorrow.
Chapter 3
I replay the conversation in my head, over and over. I try to find holes I may have missed. Gaps in my story. Vulnerabilities they can exploit.
I’ve taken notice of how one of the guards has been eying me. When the opening to the tent flaps open, I can see her nipples poking through her top.
It’s been at least 12 hours. My stomach rumbles with hunger. The hard nippled guard enters with a ceramic bowl of rice and beans. She eye fucks my flaccid cock and licks her lips. Normally, I’d be flattered by such a come-on, but I’m far too hungry to care much.
She leaves and I’m left alone with my ration. The food here is basic. It lacks punches of flavor, but it provides sustenance and energy. I’ve learned to appreciate the simple meals. I’m scraping the bottom of the bowl within two minutes.
On cue, the horny guard re-enters to collect the bowl. The bowl of calories gives my energy and confidence a much needed boost. While she reaches down to retrieve the bowl, I start stroking myself.
I’m not terribly aroused at this point, but the thought of another bowl of mush sends my rod to stick up at full salute.
The guard, a skinny woman with small breasts, locks her gaze on my expanding shaft. I stroke it slowly, making all the veins pop as I go. She’s slow to lift herself up, entranced by my self-pleasure.
She moans softly. Before she can stand all the way up, I release my cock and grab her wrist. She shutters. “More food, I’ll jerk off,” I offer, pointing as I speak.
She looks flustered. Panic briefly sets in, a feeling that I’ve put myself into a deeper hole. Still flustered, she huffs her way out of the tent. My stomach grumbles and I begin to think I’m surely headed for the guillotine now.
Just before I’m shriveled back to a flaccid state, the guard emerges, carrying another bowl full of calories. “Oh yes, thank you, thank you,” I say. I greedily scoop the bland mush into my mouth and swallow. She looks down at me, her expression suggesting she’s growing impatient. “Oh, right,” I think out loud.
“I owe you a little show, don’t I?” I tease. The food has given me an immediate energy boost. I spread my legs and bring my cock back up to full capacity. I reach one hand up towards her, and press my fingers into her mouth. She sucks them without hesitation. I pull back and use her wetness to slicken my strokes.
“Hhmm,” she moans. Her thin hand has made its way up her cloth, and she’s rubbing herself. The moment is turning out to be kind of hot, I think to myself. Without considering possible consequences, I reach and grab her masturbating hand and place it on my cock, and we stroke together.
Her hand and mine lock fingers and rub up and down. She’s replaced her other hand and she’s stroking herself again. I catch the bowl of rice and beans out of the corner of my eye. There’s still half of it left, I see.
I encourage my orgasm to rise quickly, and it does. Surprisingly, the thin guard coaxes her clit into a trembling orgasm, too. Together, we stroke my cock until white lava shoots straight into the air, landing on my legs and her arm.
I gobble the remainder of the second helping. I’m not sure if the gesture will be understood, but before she leaves, I grab her wrist again, and give her a kiss on the top of the hand. I want to show her my appreciation. She smirks, and away she goes. Belly full and cock drained, I think I’ll be able to get a couple hours of decent sleep.
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