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  A potent burst of adrenaline rushed through me at the sight.

  One of the men put a hand on her upper back and pushed her gently forward.

  Without looking back Heather began to move with them through the grass.

  Kwabena was already unpacking our gear from the trunk when I jumped out of the car and ran around to the back. “Where are they taking her?” I asked, a little breathless.

  Kwabena cracked a smile. “You’ll have to learn to let go of your worries, Jay. There won’t be an answer for everything while you’re here.” Hauling the bags out of the trunk he handed them both to me. “Follow me,” he said.

  We walked through the tall fronds of grass with Kwabena ahead pushing them out of the way. After a ways I heard the sound of laughter. By the time we reached the small clearing in the brush I had worked up quite a sweat and was panting heavily.

  I followed Kwabena into he clearing and slumped forward letting both bags fall to the ground. I gasped as I looked up at the congregation of people in front of us.

  Heather was standing in the middle of a group of men and women. The men were all very tall with not an ounce of fat on them. Their muscles were clearly delineated beneath their black skin. The women were equally fit and nearly all had ample breasts that were surprisingly pert, considering they wore no bras. Some of the men wore loincloths but most were naked, save for a rope around their waist or a necklace of colourful beads.

  They were all staring at Heather but didn’t seem as curious as I thought they’d be. Heather was doing her best to look back at them with a smile but her eyes kept drifting down to their midriffs, eyeing their breeding organs. Her white skin and blonde hair were a stark contrast to their dark complexions.

  One of the women stepped out from the crowd and began to walk towards us. It took me a moment to realize I’d seen her before. I gasped as I recognized her as the girl that had served us in the coffee shop. She was nude just like the others and I couldn’t keep my eyes from wandering down her stunning figure. She walked up and came to a stop in front of me.

  “Perhaps you remember Nulundi?” Kwabena said. “She is my wife.”

  The revelation stunned me. I found it odd that he had not introduced her when we were at the coffee shop. But I was far too busy trying to keep my eyes on hers and off of her beautiful curves to dwell on it.

  “She is one of the few people on the outside who speak this dialect,” he explained.

  I turned to him, puzzled.

  “Yes. Nulundi was raised here. When her mother died we decided to give up this life and move to the city. But this is what we called home for a long time,” he said, waving a hand towards the vast plain behind the group.

  “So wait, this is…your tribe?” I asked.

  Kwabena smiled at me and nodded. He looked over at Nulundi and said a few words before turning to look at me again. “Nulundi will make sure you are comfortable for your stay.” Then, without another word, he walked over to the group, said something that caused all of them to burst into laughter, then turn and walk into the bush with Heather still in middle not giving so much as a glance back.

  A few of the women turned and looked at me, pointing and giggling before disappearing into the bush.

  Once we were alone I turned to Nulundi, trying my best to keep my eyes glued to her face and not wandering down her supple body. “It’s a…a pleasure to meet your,” I said.

  She cast me a bemused smile. “A pleasure to meet you as well,” she replied, her accent barely noticeable.

  “You speak English?” I asked, my confusion mounting at the strangeness of Kwabena not introducing her earlier.

  “I do.”

  I shook my head. “The coffee shop. Why…why didn’t he…”

  Nulundi smirked. “My husband has his habits,” she said, dismissing my concern with a wave. “If you fetch the bags I’ll show you to the hut where you’ll be staying.” Without waiting for me to do so, she turned and began walking off in a different direction the rest of the tribe had departed.

  I scrambled to pick up the bags, then staggered off after her. I couldn’t resist the urge to stare at her deliciously round and plump ass swaying in front of me. Despite the load I was carrying my cock began to rise at the sight of it.

  We wandered through more grassland for what seemed like five or ten minutes. I must say that with each step I took I felt as if I were getting farther from civilization than I had the whole drive there.

  There really was nothing here. No electricity, none of the trappings of modern life. It felt as if I were returning to a more primal, more animal existence.

  The next clearing we came to had a circle of mud huts and Nulundi walked into one of them. I followed her into the dark and musty structure and deposited the bags on the dirt floor.

  “This is where you will be staying,” she explained. “Please take off your clothes. You can leave them in here.”

  “My…my clothes?” I asked, a little taken aback by the request.

  Nulundi seemed unimpressed by my surprise. “Yes. We don’t wear them out here and you won’t be trusted if you leave them on. Out here we don’t believe the human body is anything to hide,” she said.

  I pondered the notion for a moment. It was a poetic thought, but I found my inhibitions difficult to overcome.

  But Nulundi seemed as if she would stand there staring at me until I complied. So after an awkward minute had passed in silence I unbuttoned my shirt and my pants and took them off. I found my face heating under her watchful gaze. “Could I leave the underwear on?”

  “That won’t be necessary,” she said. Reaching out before I could stop her, she yanked my boxers down, exposing my cock. “There. You see?” she said, staring at my half-standing tool. “It’s out and the sky hasn’t fallen.” She stared at it for a moment longer before looking up into my eyes. “You have a nice cock,” she said, as casually as if she were remarking what a lovely day it was.

  I muttered my thanks at the strange compliment before removing my underwear completely. But by then the strangeness of my predicament was too great for me to ignore. “Nulundi,” I said as we stepped back outside into the heat of the noonday sun. “What…what’s going on here?”

  Nulundi walked over to a mound of dirt in the center of the circle and sat on it.

  It was impossible for me not to glance between her legs as she did. Her dark flower had split ever so slightly open, exposing the soft pink petals within.

  “Come,” she said, waving me towards her. “Sit.”

  She pointed at the ground in front of her. I walked over, still very conscious of my nudity, but did as she asked, sitting in cross-legged in front of her. My cock remained inflated, partially from the bizarre yet somehow erotic interaction with Nulundi. I found myself entertaining thoughts of making an advance on her, something I had to shoo out of my mind.

  She looked me over a few times, as if appraising whether I was ready for what she had to say. “What do you think is going on?” she asked.

  I frowned. “I’m not sure I understand your meaning,” I said.

  “Why did you come here, Jason?” she asked. The sun had begun it’s long descent westward but was no shinning from right behind her.

  I had to shield my eyes against the glare. Squinting my eyes formed a sort of halo around Nulundi making her look sacred and ethereal. “I think…your husband…” I felt myself blush at mentioning the word seated in front of a gorgeous naked woman. “He told me that the language you speak hasn’t been studied. My wife is a…”

  “I know who Heather is,” she said.

  This took me aback, learning that she knew her name. “How did you…have you two met?”

  “Only in the clearing where I met you. But Kwabena has told me about her.”

  I shook my head. This was all getting stranger by the second, it seemed.

  “But that’s not why you’re here, Jason, is it? Not really. You didn’t just come because of the language, did you?”

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bsp; “I…I…” I stammered out a few more “I’s” before I had nothing left to say.

  “What is it, huh?” she asked. “You can tell me. There are no secrets out here.”

  The question, and the answer it inspired, the real reason we were there, began to glow hot inside of me. I looked at Nulundi and realized she already knew the answer. She was making me say it for my benefit. “I want…I want to see…”

  “Yes? You can say it.”

  “I wanted to watch Heather…”

  Nulundi nodded her encouragement.

  “I wanted to see Heather…with another man.”

  She nodded again. “But you’ve already seen that, haven’t you? She’s already been with Kwabena? You’ve already watched.”

  An intense and almost painful embarrassment began to twist my insides. “Yes,” I said, unable to look into her eyes. Not just from the blinding sun behind her but from her intense stare.

  “What is it that you wanted then?” she asked. “Say it.”

  I felt somewhat crushed by her insistence. But it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. In fact, there was an arousal to her dominance. “I wanted to watch her with many men,” I whispered.

  After a moment of silence I glanced up to see Nulundi smiling. She reached down and scooped up a handful of dirt. “There,” she said quietly. “That is as real as this earth,” she said. She worked the dirt into her hand with her thumb before pressing her palm against my forehead.

  Her touch was as scorching as the sun in the most purifying way. It was as if all of my doubts and inhibitions were wrenched out of me, travelling through her before dissipating up towards the sky.

  I stared into her dark eyes with her hand still pressed to my head. My erection stiffened between my legs but I didn’t care.

  Nulundi began to mutter something in her language.

  The earth seemed to shift beneath me.

  She stood up, her hand still on my head. Stepping apart, she guided my face up to the space between her legs. She smelled of the ground and sweat and the delicious sharp scent of a woman’s lubricating mucus.

  “This is where you will find yourself, Jason,” she said, staring into my eyes. “Here where everything began you will learn what it means to be animal again.” She drew me closer so my lips were pressed to her pussy. “Honour where you came from,” she said.

  I closed my eyes and kissed her dark cunt.

  Suddenly Nulundi stood up and clapped her hands in the air above her head. Women burst from the tall grass from all directions, laughing and dancing and waving their hands above their heads.

  One of them danced up to Nulundi and offered her what looked to be tree bark. She took it, bit off a piece and chewed. Then she bent forward and opened my mouth with a finger on my chin.

  Under her spell and unable to resist, I let my jaw fall open.

  Nulundi spat, sending a chunk of the bark flying into my mouth.

  As soon as it hit my tongue the world seemed to melt around me. Everything took on a golden glow and the laughter of the naked women dancing was the only sound I could hear.

  Letting myself slip into the feeling, I allowed Nulundi to guide me onto my back on the ground. She knelt down next to me and wrapped a fist around my rigid cock.

  Chapter Fifteen

  I would have been unable to move even if I had wanted to. I won’t lie, I didn’t for a second think of resisting. I had no idea where Heather was or what she was doing. I had no idea what she would think of me allowing Nulundi at my genitals. But I really didn’t have much choice.

  I was tripping from whatever chemical was in the bark. The warmth radiating from my cock in Nulundi’s grasp had my mind locked in a vise.

  As Nulundi began to pump my organ the other women, still dancing, would come up between my legs and tickle my sack with their toes. Then they’d dance away and let another do the same. Their laughter turned into a chanting at some point.

  Nulundi worked my cock slowly and steadily. I felt myself approaching climax a number of times, hardening in her fist. Each time, just as I felt myself tipping over the edge, Nulundi would relax her grip, sometimes so much she was barely touching.

  Each time I would stagger back from the brink of my eruption. The first of these edgings was quite pleasant but each successive one became more and more painful. The ache throbbed inside me so hot and tight that I finally reached up and tried to touch myself to bring myself to release.

  This caused the women to burst into uproarious laughter and celebration. Nulundi smiled, the first time I had seen her do so, and as she held my arms down two naked dancing females stepped on my hands.

  Their touch was light and they weren’t stepping on them with their full weight at all. And yet I felt as if someone had laid two slabs of stone on my hands. I couldn’t move them at all.

  The two women continued to sway above me as Nulundi resumed her torturous massage.

  I resigned myself to the fact that I would have no say in this strange rite. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on what felt good about it.

  Nulundi coaxed me to near-orgasm a few more times, each time releasing me right before the moment.

  When I finally couldn’t take another second I began to moan and beg loudly, my eyes closed, head rolling side to side.

  This caused Nulundi to smile more widely. She nodded at one of the girls who stepped up between my legs holding what looked to be a hollowed out gourd. A hole had been bored out on one side. She knelt down and put the hole at the tip of my cock.

  Nulundi began to chant some incantation. The women resumed their chant.

  The pressure in my balls grew to such an intensity I thought something was going to rupture. I moaned another series of pleas.

  Nulundi slowed her strokes. Holding me in her fist, she began to rub the underside of my glans.

  My shaft flooded with semen. For a moment I thought she was going to stop again.

  The rubbing continued.

  I screamed as a torrent of ejaculate gushed from the head of my cock, shooting straight into the waiting gourd. My body shook as the woman around me burst into laughter, clapping their hands high above their heads as Nulundi had.

  As I soared over the peak of my climax, one of the most intense I’d ever had, a relief flooded through me at finally being allowed to come. This was followed by a wondrous feeling of fragility and innocence.

  From somewhere in my deepest center I knew this must be the effects of the drug but I didn’t care.

  As the gourd was carried off somewhere, Nulundi dragged my head into her lap. She was holding her teat in one hand, the dark nipple stiff and ripe. “Feed, Jason,” she whispered.

  I may have been hallucinating but I clearly saw a thick drop of creamy milk form at the tip of her nipple as she squeezed her tit. I slurped the wrinkled flesh into my mouth and began to suck. My mouth filled with squirt after hot squirt of her frothy cream.

  My eyelids got incredibly heavy and I felt myself drifting off to sleep. Moments before I did, I heard Nulundi whispering something in her language.

  “Now you are back home, Jason. You are back with the living earth where you began.”

  I have no idea to this day whether she said those words in English or not.

  ***

  I woke to near-darkness and the sounds of a fire crackling somewhere in the distance. Hushed voices were muttering something. My head felt heavy, my mind enveloped in a thick fog. Lifting myself up on my elbows I saw the outlines of people around a fire.

  As my vision focused I realized there were a number of fires. A burst of adrenaline coursed through me as my gaze settled on the one closest to where I was lying on the ground.

  Heather sat as naked as the men and women around her. Kwabena was seated to her right and Nulundi on her left. They were surrounded by a number of men. Heather seemed absolutely at ease, as if nothing could be more natural than the situation she was in.

  When she noticed me staring at her, her eyes lit up. She sprang up, point
ed at me, then jogged over, her breasts bouncing pleasantly as she ran. “You’re up!” she said, clapping her hands together and kneeling next to me.

  I gazed at her, unconvinced that I wasn’t dreaming this.

  She tilted her head and gave me a funny smile. “You okay?” she asked.

  “Heather…what’s going on? What happened?”

  Her smile widened. “Well, you passed out after the grundu root they gave you. That shit is crazy, right?”

  “Right,” I said, rubbing my head. “Where have you been?”

  Heather shook her head. “You’re not going to believe this but Kwabena wasn’t lying after all. I’m not sure this language has ever been documented.”

  I shook my head back. “See…I was thinking more about that on the drive over here. Didn’t Davison come out here? Isn’t that how him and Kwabena met? How could he not have documented an undiscovered language?”

  Heather’s smile turned a little funny. “I was thinking the same thing,” she said. “Until Kwabena explained.”

  “Well?” I asked. “You going to share?”

  “They haven’t lived with the tribe for a long time, him and Nulundi.”

  I blushed at the mention of Nulundi’s name. I glanced at Heather, wondering if she knew anything about what had happened to me.

  She noticed me staring and smirked. “Yes. I know all about it.” Reaching down, she touched my cock, which was still half-hard.

  Looking down I saw that dried grass had been tied around the root of it. A sort of improvised cock ring to keep my erection from deflating. “What the hell is going on?” I muttered.

  “That was some orgasm you had there, big boy,” Heather said, chuckling.

  “So really. What the hell is going on?” I asked.

  Heather sighed. “So they come back here once a year, Kwabena and Nulundi.” She bit her lower lip. “It’s for…it’s a sort of ritual.”

  “A ritual? Like a fertility thing?” I asked.

  “Not exactly,” Heather replied. “I guess it started back in colonial times. One of the settlers ended up living with this tribe. Him and his wife. Every time someone would show up to claim their land he would convince them to go away and leave them in peace. I guess things are a little…different for these guys.”