by Scipio42
Tia lay on the bed, the thin gauze of the mosquito net fluttered gently around her.
The heat filled the small room, pressing in on top of her, as she tried to sleep.
Restless, Tia listened to the sounds of the forest outside. The sound of insects, the whisper of the trees and far off, far, far away the thunder of drums.
It wasn't every night that you could hear them, some nights they weren't there to hear, but sometimes they carried on the breeze and the sound of the drums filled her blood. Pounding in her ears the way her blood pounded in response.
Some nights, like tonight, the drums were
faint, but her ears still heard them and she dreamed about the people that beat
the drums. About black hands flashing in the air and palms striking drum skins,
and how the sound would fill if ever she came near the drum and their drummers.
Tia had heard stories of the drummers, and why they drummed. Stories of the
back country natives and their cannibal ways, they had filled her head since
first she had come to this place. How they danced to the sound of their drums
and feasted on their brutally tortured captives and they would fill the night
with a brutal orgy of sex and torture and meat.
The stories frightened her, as they were supposed to, Tia be good or the cannibals will get you. Suppose, she thought, suppose I want them to get me? Suppose I was tired of this strict life, of this upbringing by good people?
Suppose I wanted to be the person around whom the flashing spears and leaping bodies whirled to the sound of the pounding lewdly sexual drums?
And could they be worse than the people who now brutalised her spirit? People who said do this Tia, do that Tia, be good Tia, be nice.
People who also slipped hands around her shoulders and furtively felt her young voluptuous and growing body. A body that she herself was now exploring.
Tia slipped a hand under her clinging night gown, sticky against her skin in the heat.
She pulled the hem higher, showing her skin, dark but luminescent in the night. She touched her stomach and her fingers crept lower, further, deeper, until at last she was touching her own privates.
It was such a delicious feeling, to be exploring her own labia, the slick feeling enveloped her fingers and she licked them, touched them to her tongue, inhaled the aroma.
She rubbed the growing point of her clitoris, and bit her lips to keep from crying out when the shuddering wave overtook her.
So deep was she in her exploration that Tia totally missed the dark shape at the window, as it slid in from the lawn outside, the figure and its companion stalked across her room and as the girl pleasured herself, they sprang on the bed.
Strong arms gathered the mosquito net, grasping young Tia, stuffing her mouth, stifling her screams with the net.
She struggled, writhing, and lashing out with strong supple legs, hitting out with small fists. But the arms and the enveloping net enmeshed her.
The intruders handed Tia out of the window, into other strong arms, and swiftly the young girl was hustled away into the heat of the forest night.
Almost at the run the dark skinned men, carried her into the deep forest. Tia could see white eyes flashing through the folds of her net, streaks of light colours from bone decorations, and smell the earthy paints with which their faces were covered.
Soon however, they stopped in a small clearing and extricated their captive from her net.
As soon as they started to free Tia's head, the men clapped a strong hand over her mouth. Soon steel knives had sliced her nightgown, shredded it, and the girl found her hands and ankles bound around a wooden pole. More of her gown made a gag, tied tightly round her head, filling her mouth.
A voice muttered something and hands pointed, she heard men leaving the party, going back the way they had come to clear all signs of their passage and intercept any possible pursuit.
Now the men took a clearer stock of their captive. Hands roamed across her body, strong hands caressing and stroking her breasts and skin. They teased her nipples and one man bent and licked at them. They laughed as one man stuck two fingers into her vagina, causing Tia to jump and squirm under his touch.
Finally they shouldered the pole and once
again set off quickly through the night.
By dawn the raiding party were miles from
the settlement, Tia has hung by her hands and ankles all night and they are
afire with pins and needles, in the shelter of a thicket the raiders settle to
watch the day through. They lay Tia down and leave her alone, despite all of
her fears she sleeps for a while.
She wakes to hands on her skin, and as she looks over her shoulder she sees several of the men are regarding her naked thighs and the rounded curve of her ass. Finally one of the men says something and unhitches his loin cloth. Pushing his erection against her dry lips her forces his way in - only to stop when he feels the obstruction of her hymen. He withdraws immediately and jabbers excitedly in his own language.
Tia doesn't realise it at first but her virginity was a prize that will earn these men great prestige and save her from an immediate brutal rape.
However it does nothing to satisfy the men, so grabbing her hair she is made to suck them all off.
At first she is clumsy and earns herself several hard blows to the side of her head, but soon she begins to understand what to do. In an effort to avoid the pain, her upbringing has been merciful till now, she cooperates. But the men are rough and they grab her head and force themselves into her mouth and down her throat.
Several come on her face blinding her with
cum, while the rest ejaculate into her mouth the salty hot cum making her gag.
They wipe their cocks on her skin and leave her under the bush. The light is
fading, the men that had stayed behind - have rejoined them and distantly the
drums have started again.
The raiders pick up Tia's pole and the run through the night begins again.
As the dawn rose over the forest the raiding party finally reached their home village, Tia had been jolted and jogged as she was handed from one man to another on the hurried flight through the night time forest. Men had carried her pole and at the same time fondled her flesh, but the young girl was in so much pain from her bruised arms and stretched legs that she hardly felt their touch, let alone any lascivious pleasure from their probing and fondling.
She found herself thrown to the ground in front of one of the native huts; the men eagerly awaited the inhabitant's emergence.
The head man of the village emerged still half asleep; his youngest wife came out of the hut with him. Both were naked, although that was not exceptional, both were close as they moved around Tia's bound form.
Once again hands probed and teased her flesh, examined, prodded and poked at her. Recovering from the run she felt her lips being parted as fingers probed her vagina. They too found the secret of her hymen and a guttural laugh made her shudder.
The chief's wife explored the cheeks of her bottom, until her supple fingers found the pucker of her arse, and slipped first one then another inside her.
Tia squirmed vigorously under this double assault the man and the woman grinning at each other as they realised that the bound girl was responding, albeit unwillingly, to their attentions.
Suddenly Tia shook, her legs and arms jerking as if she had been electrocuted, as an orgasm, the first she had ever experienced at the hands of another party wracked her whole body.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh" she breathed through the rag of her night gown. The chief laughed and said something then took his wife back into their hut.
The men who had abducted Tia, suddenly
seemed relieved and they lifted her and carried her away to another hut where
she was freed from the pole and bound to an upright post. As soon as this was
done the men left her with a guard on the door.
Tia was alone; she had been abducted, carried like meat on a pole, and violated by the fingers of a man and a woman.
She started to cry.
Tia was not left alone very long; the back country cannibals rarely enjoyed
female meat. Most of their captives were males from other tribes, abducted
while out hunting or prisoners of the incessant tribal warfare. Only rarely
were they able to capture females. The tribe did not eat other humans for any
religious reason, no; they were cannibals simply because they enjoyed the taste
of human flesh.
And the pleasure they got from eating it was doubled when it was tender female human flesh.
Their delight was even more so by the unfamiliar golden colour of Tia's skin. Used as they were to other inhabitants of the region they marvelled at the rich tone of her flesh, and because of her lifestyle, sheltered and privileged, they relished the condition of her flesh.
This meal would be a great delight to them, this meal would be a celebration, and to cap all of this anticipation the captive was a virgin.
The Ogambo people, as well as being inveterate cannibals also delighted in what others would call the sins of the flesh. Sensual people, the men often well endowed, the women voluptuous, they had strong, and some might say greedy, sexual appetites. The Ogambo were monogamous marrying for life. However during an orgy, the Ogambo said, anything was permitted and at that time were also freely promiscuous, sharing partners.
All of this was unknown to Tia as she stood
tied to her post, but she would become very familiar with the Ogambo and their
sexual appetites before her approaching demise.
As the day warmed and the sun rose higher four men took her from her post and
moved her to a frame in the centre of the village.
A small group of women surrounded her, touching her skin and testing the firmness of her flesh. They made approving noises before they began Tia's preparation.
The women used several razor sharp iron
blades to dry shave her skin, removing all of the hair from her body, but not
her head. Under her arms, and from her legs and mons, they carefully shaved
her.
As they worked rhythmically scraping her skin, they sang quiet - but inescapably
cheerful songs, Tia's arrival would be a great occasion, many of the men would
perform great sexual acts in the orgy that would accompany the feast, and as
women will, they speculated on who would do what with whom, even making
preliminary agreements between themselves.
Tia's skin flamed red under their shaving, no lotion was applied to ease the shaving rash, and she continued to cry her misery though the women ignored her.
Several young men eager to prove their bravado took turn in licking her skin as if to test what the flesh of the beautiful captive would taste of. They were quickly shooed away by the women who moved to the next stage.
Tia was washed - vigorously, roughly, but
it eased some of the burning from the shaving. Suddenly a finger penetrated her
anus; it made her jerk forwards in her bonds. She pressed her body forwards to
escape the unwelcome attention, but the woman continued and used her fingers -
Tia squealed as the second and third finger violated her repeatedly, wriggling
around in her anus, cleaning her inside.
The woman finished and made a sound as if to say, "There that's that job
done!" and the women left.
Tia hung in her bonds and tried to ease the ache in her tortured arse. It
stung, far more than the shaving burn and try as she might, with her ankles
secured as well she could not ease the pain. As well as that the day was
heating up, and she began to feel thirsty, but apart from one of the tribe who
regarded her dispassionately she hung there attracting little attention let alone
a drink of water from the inhabitants of the Ogambo village.
After a while. When the sun had risen higher and Tia had begun to perspire freely the women returned. Tia's long dark hair was lank with the sweat, and it trickled down between her breasts. Small drops even ran down her back and between the tortured cheeks of her bottom.
The women - there were just three now - brought small pots of a pungent paste. The paste mixed with the sweat on Tia's body and soon gained an oily texture. Tia thought she remembered the smell.
Suddenly it came to her, and she recalled standing in a forest glade and her nose was filled with the scent that one of the women now soothed into the skin of her cheeks.
It was wild garlic!
They were seasoning her!
They were seasoning her body for cooking. Tia was about to start to cry, when one of the hands, constantly in motion, constantly rubbing her skin with the unguent, touched her nipple.
The brown and weather-worn hand circled Tia's dark nipple, a dark disc against her golden skin. Her teat stiffened under the woman's touch and the woman smiled. One of the other women, not to be outdone, sank her motion lower and lower against the heat of Tia's tummy, until it poised to touch her now shaven mound and then her pussy lips.
Tia was once again writhing in her
bindings. But this time she sought to get more of the hands of the three women
on her, to press herself up against their rotating, soothing, stroking hands.
Tia's muskiness mingled with the aroma of the garlic, as the woman's fingers
massaged her pussy lips.
Suddenly the young woman was shaken by a violent orgasm. Her body shaking to and fro in her bonds. A low cry escaped her lips and it became a moan of frustrated pleasure.
The woman smiled - it was good for a captive woman to be like this, the juices flavoured the meat, it was good ju-ju as well. For a woman to respond in this way was magic of the best kind for a young Ogambo woman. So much so that one of the women - still young, still single and hoping soon to be wed - pressed herself against Tia's body.
The Ogambo woman's sharply pointed nipples touched Tia's flatter round ones, they rubbed together. The friction between the two skins was electric. Her hand sank lower and lower so that not only was she stimulating Tia with the back of her hand but she was touching herself at the same time.
"Ah!" The young woman cried as the two orgasmed together.
"Aaaah!" her friends exclaimed, nodding their heads sagely, though in truth both of them were only a year or so married themselves.
The women left Tia again, the sun would be sinking soon there was fuel to gather and fires to make, and no woman on earth would go to a Ogambo orgy without making herself as attractive as she could.
Once again Tia hung in her bonds, her head
hung down now. Tia's dark hair shaded her face and she cried quietly, though
she also felt her blood pounding inside her from the orgasms she had had.
Around her fires were being made, one particular fire was being carefully laid
so it could be used later in the celebrations, Tia's day was coming to a close.
The drummers were setting up their drums.
The first two drummers began by moving their drums into place. Heavy logs hollowed to make resonance chambers. The drummers began by hammering the logs with heavy sticks, peeled of bark and polished. The two drummers enjoyed themselves at first with simple repeated rhythms, first one then the other, Next they echoed each other’s playing by providing a counter point to the other's rhythms, or by repeating and then complicating their partner’s efforts.
A third drummer joined them and then a fourth and finally a fifth until the sun's set was marked by a steady but air-filling rhythm.
During this time a number of skins and rugs had been laid down around the
central area of the village. These items were opened and spread in front of the
area where Tia hung by her wrists to make a pleasure floor insulated from the
dusty ground. With the area covered in animal skins and carpets, lighted
torches were then brought to illuminate the early evening.
Soon the men of the village appeared.
Each one was naked apart from ornaments and beads that they wore.
Each one also carried a further rug on which he intended to sit. Some even carried carved wooden stools.
But as each man entered the area he would
pause in front of Tia and massage or caress her skin.
Their caresses were lascivious, openly fondling the young woman’s breasts and
flesh, testing or teasing her until each man ran his fingers through her labia.
At the first couple of attempts their fingers were scented but dry, after a couple of times the men would bring their fingers to their lips, and with a guttural exclamation of appreciation the men would taste the poor girl's juices.
The man would then sit in his place and begin to enjoy the rhythm of the drummers clapping and singing in time with the beat.
With her head hung as low as it was Tia could not help but see that each man was circumcised, though as a result of her sheltered upbringing she did not completely appreciate what she was seeing.
What she also did not appreciate that each
man - no matter what the size of his penis - had had, during his circumcision,
a small amount of ash rubbed into the scar of the operation. The result was a
permanent cock-ring of scar material - a result which caused much delight to
the women of the Ogambo tribe.
Once all of the men were assembled the women arrived in one body, a body that
included all of the available females of the village of menstrual age. The
Ogambo did not prize virginity like other tribes - and many a wife had earned
her dowry on the pleasure floor as an unmarried participant. Unlike the men the
women ignored the young girl hanging in the frame at the edge of the pleasure
floor. They arranged themselves in a loose circle seemingly ignoring the
singing and clapping men.
The women did not talk however, the Ogambo women engaged in an erotic display
of their own, stealing a march on the men, by touching themselves and stroking
their breasts in a display of availability. The men took in this display
eagerly and more than one man sported an erection as a result.
At last the village was assembled and all waited for the arrival of the chief. His arrival would mark the torture and the consumption of the young woman who now hung before them -tears streaking her dusty and oiled face.
The Ogambos sat patiently, singing quietly, clapping and swaying to the rhythm of the drummers as they waited.
Occasionally a woman or two, sometimes three, would stand and dance, showing themselves to all of the assembled males. Their dances were in time with the pulsing rhythm, erotic and uninhibited - often with their legs open showing their pudenda, enticing the watching men. Often the women would display their ability by tenderly caressing and fondling their female dancing partners, a way of showing their ability to the surrounding males. And it had an effect, the men; often the partners of the women dancing would applaud or nudge their fellows and make lewd comments.
The sound of the drums and the dancing roused Tia from her fate. She watched astonished, as the women danced in front of her.
She had never seen anything like it, she knew about her sexuality, was - correction, had been - exploring it for herself, but to see it displayed in this way was a revelation to her.
The lewdness of the dancing, the way one
woman grasped her own breasts and drew them up in front of her before
lasciviously licking her own nipples to hard points, transfixed the young
prisoner.
Finally the drums rolled and were silent. Quickly the girls and women sat as
the chief and his wives approached.
Alone among the Ogambo a chief might have more than one wife, indeed he was expected to have more than one, first as a sign of his wealth and secondly as a sign of his virility.
Ciswe of the Ogambo had five and those women approached with him, accompanied by a young man in a wrapped in a blanket.
The young man stepped into the circle. Teshayo the chief's oldest son had undergone his circumcision, after other trials of passage he had been accepted as a man at last. The final trial had been the cutting of his foreskin. Like other men of his tribe he had to bear the pain without crying. He had also borne the recovery as well, the rubbing of ash into the scar and the excruciating itch as it healed. Now his cock bore a ring of scar tissue making a natural cock-ring.
It was time for his first woman as a man.
This was the reason why the virgin Tia had been so prized, when they had examined her.
The two youngest of the chief's wives
assisted the young man to enter Tia. They even assisted his erection, using
skilful hands to masturbate him to fullness and then helpfully guiding him into
place.
Not that Teshayo needed much assistant - like his peers he had been a witness
of many orgies and had explored many of his companions, now deprived of female
companionship for three months the young man was positively priapic.
He ached to take the sweet light skinned beauty hanging by her wrists in front of him.
And as soon as his cock was released he plunged into Tia.
The girl screamed as the hard cock with its ring forced its way past her hymen, splitting it, tearing it.
The young man gripped the girl’s hips and heaved her up as he sank himself to his roots in her.
Soon he was fucking her hard and furiously - with no thought of the victim in front of him Teshayo's main thought was to relieve the dreadful ache in his balls and empty his seed into the girl.
Pumping hard he soon came, with a heavy grunt he paused and then pumped again and again making sure he spurted his cum deep into the poor girl.
Having taken the prisoner, who had almost come off but not quite, the boy now moved between the seated couples.
Women touched his cock as if to bless, smearing the chief's heir's cum on their faces, while the men slapped hands with the man welcoming him into their male society.
But his cumming had heralded the arrival of
the time of Tia to be both entertainment and feast for the Ogambo.
Her use as a fuck toy over, the drummers began a steady but full rhythm each of the voices of the drums playing its part, making a wall of sound as a background to Tia's torment.
First long spines from an Acacia tree were brought. These spines, thin but strong and needle sharp were pressed first through her nipples, first one way and then another. Tia screamed hoarsely at the pain. They kept pressing the needles into her flesh until her nipples were swollen and pierced four or five times.
Next one of the young men took hold of her
clitoris and taking two spines pressed them through that sideways so that it
held the clitoris out from the hood, the spines preventing it from retracting.
Tia squirmed and screamed at the pain, never had she felt such agony, but the
Ogambos just laughed. The young girls' torment was having its effect on them and
several were already paired off and indulging in much petting and kissing.
Now a flaming brand was brought, pitch covered the end of the stick so the flame burned hot. The torch was brought closer and closer to Tia's flesh. Try as she might she could not squirm herself far enough away and she was burned on the soles of her feet and across her shoulders.
They waved the torch at the girl's face but at the last moment withdrew it.
Finally the girl bearing the torch lit the ends of each of the acacia thorns in Tia's nipples.
The thorns burned slowly like an incense stick, but Tia could see the glowing end approaching the sensitive swollen skin of her nipples. Transfixed as she was she also noted that the Ogambo had lit a pit fire next to where she hung on the frame work.
The heat of the flames and the glow approaching her skin were driving the young girl into hysteria.
Finally the first glowing ember at the end of an acacia thorn entered her skin. If Tia had screamed before this outburst was a shriek of pain. Repeated as the other glowing embers entered and kept burning as the scarred flesh of her nipples swelled and ached with the excruciating pain.
Now the Ogambo brought more thorns and drove them into the skin under her toes nails.
Tia thrashed in the pain, thrashed so much
she did not immediately notice that the Ogambo had also brought wood and made a
small pile below where she hung. This was soon lighted and as the drums picked
up their rhythm the delighted Ogambo danced around the writhing tortured girl.
After a while as the Ogambo worked themselves into a greater frenzy, two men
came. They carried with them machetes. And they untied Tia. The girl was
slipping into shock from the pain, so she did not resist them. The first man
tied a string grass plait around the lower part of Tia's right thigh. Suddenly
Tia heard a heavy thunk. At first in her dazed state she did not realise where
the sound had come from but then one of the men held her lower leg in front of
her.
Dancing over and about the fire the man presented the leg to the chief. The
chief took it and licked the skin.
Yes, he approved, it was fit to be cooked. Soon that leg was on the fire being roasted for the consumption of the villagers.
The waves of pain washed over Tia. The shock of it overwhelmed her.
The cannibals were eating her alive - chopping her up - the grass plait had been secured around her left thigh and the meaty chunk sound came again - and cooking her while she still lived.
The men pressed a piece of leather between her teeth. Tia tried to spit it out, but they held it firmly as they removed first one lower arm and then the other. Tia saw her forearms and hands being cooked as well. It was flame filled nightmare. Painted, dancing yelling savages male and female - eating her arms and legs - drums filling the night with a blood pumping throbbing. Bobbing breasts, jiggling cocks, filed teeth coming into focus and then dancing away. Tia wondered for a second as to whether it might be some horrible vivid nightmare, but the pain of the machete severing her right thigh brought her to a consciousness too acute, too agonised to not be real.
The two butchers removed both of Tia's upper arms and then her left thigh, cauterising the wounds with a burning brand before consigning her limbs to the fires like the others.
The drums and the dancing, her pain and the sheer nightmarish horror of the situation had produced a hypnotic fascination. Now Tia was aware of the chief standing over her. That man took his cock and piercing the caked blood that smeared across her cunt he started to fuck the helpless girl. The drums took up the rhythm and the villagers encircling Tia encouraged his efforts by clapping in time with his thrusts.
The party atmosphere among the Ogambos was total; the cannibals were thoroughly enjoying themselves.
The chief came hard. Soon he was guiding
one of his wives to the wet end of his cock; she started cleaning it for him
with her mouth.
It was to be the end for Tia now; the two cooks now tied her limbless body to a
stout pole. Secured around the throat Tia could hardly breathe, the pole
nestled neatly between the burned and sore cheeks of her arse. They lifted the
pole and great cheer went up.
Soon they had carried the hoarsely screaming, panting girl to the twin uprights and Tia was placed over the fire to cook.
As they rotated her the heat from the flames blinded her, but Tia could see her arms and legs and hands and feet broiling in the flames at the edge of the fire.
The girl had suffered much, weak through dehydration and loss of blood the young girl, a virgin sacrifice to savage lusts Tia died on the spit.
The Ogambo marked her passing with a hearty cheer. The meat cooked and the Ogambo fucked and sucked. The chief's son was passed between the women like a toy, not that he objected, and he strove to do his duty as he should do.
But soon the orgy quieted and the cooks brought people to eat.
Tia's flesh was carved, portioned out and consumed. Those that ate, ferociously tearing flesh from her bones, from her hands and from her feet, all agreed that of the many feasts that this light skinned girl had been delicious, and much praise was given to the man who had organised the raid that had secured this delicious morsel. Much of this praise took the form of the sexual attention of the Ogambo women.
Later in the dark young men of the Ogambo dreamed of how they would raid the distant settlements and come back with screaming light-skinned meat. Meat which would be put to delicious tortures before being consumed in just such an orgy.
Tia's head, with what remained of her long dark hair; her beautiful face
unmarked by the fire was set on a pole by the door of the hut of the man that
had led the abduction.
And as the hot humid night wore on the drummers drummed their heady beats as if driving the sound to the very moon. Writhing black bodies intertwined in sexual frenzy under the same moon that shone over the pyre that consumed the remains of what had once been Tia.