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Subject: {ASSM} Girl From "Principles" 2 repost (MC, Fdom, FF, preg)
Date: Sun, 20 Oct 2002 15:10:03 -0400
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Girl from "Principles"
Homer Vargas
Vargas111@hooyahooya.com
Part II
MC, Fdom, FF, preg
Point of View: First Person
Redistribution: No restriction except that the story
may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name
and email, and request for feedback must remain
intact.
Summary: Erotic adventures in the jungles of South
America.
First Posted 4/23/99
Last Edited 10/20/02 

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 than I did.  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
sleeps with 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 got her next period, he
was sent to another one who was fertile, 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 a man all to herself.  (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 one
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) envy
and some resentment that one woman should monopolize a
man like that.

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 she could not part with 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 with 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 horny, 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 down
river from the base camp.  Bull *had* to agree to
investigate that.  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 a sleek brown body to
fuck.

Bull and 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's 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
drumbeat 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
loincloths barely covered their dark provocative
bushes.  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.

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 a
tiring, uncomfortable angle.  The drum was louder now,
as well as faster, and filled the ears of the
transfixed, intoxicated 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 one
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 and odor 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 already
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. 
Apparently 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).  I wanted only
one in return: my Josh.

The Queen said that she had consulted the other women
and <grin> 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."  Shana
translated.

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, 'uuusha,'" 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, however.  She was at her
most fertile time right now, she said.  Would I,
please, this one time, let Josh be the one to make her
pregnant?

I felt honored.  I thought it over and laughed.  "Only
if I get to watch you and then join in."

*****

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 couldn't
deny it happened.  I soon had the proof.  It was
pretty obvious that our new baby, whom I insisted we
call "Shana," was conceived in me the same night that
he was leaving Shana something to remember him by.

*****

Really, sometimes, even after 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 unlucky 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,
"uuusha."  Fortunately, it was only his mind that was
tamed; the sex was anything but.  He filled my
waiting, fertile pussy with his seed as always and I
didn't doubt the results.  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.  [See, I'm hopeless withoug a proofreader.]


Comments to (please)
Homer Vargas
Vargas111@yahoo.com


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