The Tribe

THE TRIBE

By C

Part II

It was an unbelievably bizarre scene that greeted Tom when he left the woods and entered a cleared area except for a few trees. In some respect, it could be said to resemble what could be seen at a deer camp after the conclusion of a successful hunt with numerous deer carcasses hanging from tree limbs were being field dressed by happy hunters. But these numerous carcasses hanging from tree limbs were not those of deer. These numerous carcasses were those of naked human males hanging by their feet, cut open down the middle, and having internal organs being pulled out by happy hunters that were women.

At first, all Tom could do was stare in astonished disbelief at what, with the possible exception of the previous night, was the most astonishing thing he had ever encountered which, even though having already known who the quarry had been, did nothing to prepare him for being suddenly confronted by such a strange and hard to envision sight. It was only gradually that he was able to calm down and start to take notice of the activity and saw that sixteen of the men that walked with him this morning now hung lifeless and appearing to gaze uncaringly ahead as their bodies were being gutted by women who were obviously in high spirits. As he looked around, he recognized the two hunters he had seen earlier along with man they had slain, carried from the woods, and hung upside down like the others. One of the women appeared to be paying particular attention to the intimate details of the underside of his penis and scrotum that dangled conveniently at eye level.

It was several minutes later that Tom saw Lisa in the distance pulling internal organs from a man’s body. He remembered her saying he would be her slave if he survived and, as hard it was to accept, that is what he had now become. He decided it would be better to go over that to risk being subjected to her ire possibly being caused if she had to go looking for him. It made him feel strange when going by naked men’s lifeless field dressed bodies as he walked toward Lisa who was now playing with the limp and dangling manhood of her victim. When seeing him approach, she smiled and stood beside the body while reaching around a thigh and resting her hand on the scrotum as though posing for a picture. “What do you think of my kill,” she called out cheerfully as he came up to her. “I knew you had survived when I saw that you were not among those hanging out there.”

Tom, however, did not reply as a strange feeling went through him when recognizing the body being Frank who was far different from the man he had not only talked with in the enclosure but who he had sat with in a bar an laughed with while swapping dirty jokes and sipping mixed drinks. But now, his ribs and backbone were visible inside his empty body cavity, his tongue lolled limply from his partially open mouth, his face had a stunned, vacant expression whose open eyes gazed unseeingly into the distance, his limp penis and scrotum hung down in a degrading manner from between his spread legs, and his lungs, heart, stomach, intestines, and other internal organs lay beneath him on the ground.

Lisa‘s cheerful manner suddenly changed when she glared at Tom and said, “What are you gaping at slave? Didn’t you hear me talking to you? The angry tone cased a wave of panic to pass through Tom which brought him back to reality. “I.., I’m sorry,” he stammered, “He and I were staying in the same hotel. We met in the bar and had some drinks together. It’s just that I found it being strange in looking at him when he’s like this and realizing he had been someone I knew.”  Lisa looked at Frank’s face and said, “I thought he looked familiar. He was sitting with you at the bar when I were sizing you two up and decided on you being the one I would allow to persuade me to go to your room after pretending to be drunk. I waited until he left and then made my move. He must have come back into the bar later and was taken by another member of our group. It’s a small world, isn’t it? But it looks like I made the right choice. He’s dead and you managed to survive. You’re first duty as my slave is to carry you’re friend’s carcass back to the village.”

A short time later, Lisa walked beside Tom as he carried the limp body toward the village. He couldn’t help felling strange at having the naked and gutted body of a man that he had not only had known, but had talked with the night before, being draped over a shoulder in a manner that caused Frank’s lifeless face to continually slap Tom’s bare buttocks, as his head swung limply back and forth while keeping time with Tom’s pace.

In spite of the circumstances, Tom asked Lisa a question of something he had been wondering about. “Er…, I’m curious about something,” he said. “How did you manage to get me out of the hotel. “It was simple,” Lisa said with a laugh, “no one in a large hotel pays any attention to a maid pushing a laundry cart pilled high with linen . In fact, I got three of you out that way at the same time. The first was lying unconscious in his room with a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door during the time I was with you. And it was the same with you when I went back to the bar and selected the third. When he was also unconscious, I put on a maid’s outfit, got a laundry cart, went to each of your rooms, to be stripped, dumped in the cart, and then covered with sheets taken from the beds. You and two other naked men were lying with each other when I pushed the cart to the loading dock and into a waiting truck. It might interest you to know that the reason for me selecting you to be my slave was because you were better hung.” If the last remark had been intended to be a complement, it had had no effect on Tom, and he shook his head in dismay at the remarkable ease he and two other men had allowed themselves to have been kidnapped by this young and very attractive woman. 

When they reached the village Tom saw women and naked men that were obviously slaves doing various tasks as Lisa led him toward a large hut. He couldn’t help but notice that not only did none of the men pay any attention to him and his lifeless burden, but all appeared to be extremely docile. When entering the hut, he saw six heavy wooden tables with dark stained surfaces and a group of women wearing aprons. Each table had a meat clever, a saw, and knives of different size hanging by the handles from hooks attached to the wooden sides. Two of the tables had naked bodies laying on them that were in the process of being dismembered. A chill went through Tom when he saw a woman nonchalantly swing a meat cleaver and cut off a man’s head.

Lisa instructed Tom to dump Frank’s body on an empty table and put him in a spread-eagle position. A strange feeling of strange unreality went through him as he performed this task. One of the women wearing an apron came up, looked approving at Frank’s body, and congratulated Lisa on having made a fine kill. She then reached down, hefted his penis and scrotum, and said, “I assume you want the usual done with these.” “Oh yes” Lisa replied, “along with his head off course.” “I hear we have a lot more being brought in”, the woman said. Lisa looked at the three bodies and replied, “We took sixteen in all so that means there are thirteen that should be on the way by now. It looks like you’re going to be busy for awhile.” “That’s true, we can butcher a few today and will be busy tomorrow morning, but then, we’ll get a break from not having to put down any slaves for a few days. Besides, when you’ve done it enough times, it’s not all that difficult to take them apart.” “Yes I know,” Lisa interrupted, “it’s when trying to put one back together that can be a real pain. That joke’s so old that it suffers from rheumatism.” They both laughed as the other woman looked at Tom in an apprising manner and then, while staring boldly at his crotch, said, “your new slave is well built and has a nice package, I wouldn’t mind taking him apart.” “Well, if he can keep from being live roasted, I think that can be arranged. When his time comes, I’ll request you being the one to put him down.” “Thanks, Lisa, “I’ll look forward to seeing him again.” To say that Tom had a sick feeling of dread when hearing these women casually discussing him being killed and butchered while showing no concern, whatsoever, that he was standing next to them would be an extreme understatement.

As Lisa and Tom were leaving the hut, he heard a thump and looked back to the see the eerie sight of the woman holding Frank’s severed head up by his hair in one hand a bloody meat cleaver in the other. That’s where we keep our fresh meat,” Lisa said as they walked by a large mound of earth that had a heavy wooden door in the center. “It stays cool enough inside to enable lasting over a week without spoiling.” In spite of what Tom had seen, he found it hard to believe hearing her talking in a nonchalant manner as though talking about storing meat from some type of livestock instead of that of human males.

“This is my hut, Lisa said as they approached her dwelling. In noticing a scull over the doorway Tom asked, “Does that have any significance or is it just for decoration?” “Oh, it had a great deal of significance,” Lisa said, “He was my last slave that was put down last week. I will swap it with yours when you’re time comes.” In addition to feeling a cold chill, the skull suddenly took on a great deal of significance for Tom also. When entering the hut, he saw the heads of five men mounted on wooden plaques that hung on the far wall with their penises and scrotums mounted underneath. Three of the shafts were fully erect and two curved outward in a semi-erect state. A tanned hide was attached to the wall beneath the center plaque. In addition, there were several long shelves upon which rested more human sculls. To say that that Tom was stunned at seeing men’s heads and sex organs mounted trophy style and hanging on a wall would be an understatement to say the least. The same could be said for the eerie feeling that looking at them caused.

“Those are kills that I made in past hunts,” Lisa said proudly, “the one with the hide under it was my first – in case you haven’t guessed, the hide came from him also. Your friend’s head along with his penis and scrotum will be up there in a few days although I haven’t decided yet as to what state I want his cock to be in. They’re exciting to look at when rigid, but there’s also something appealing about an outward curve. The skulls are from my more recent slaves. “Do you mean that’s not all of them?” Tom asked in dismay. “Goodness no,” she said, “I hardly have room for all of them. A goodly number are on some of the post you’ve seen outside, and a few are in the ceremonial hut. The older ones have been disposed of.” “Did you eat the cocks and balls of all of them,” Tom asked in disbelief. “Oh yes, each and every one ended up in here,” she said while licking her lips and rubbing her stomach, “I’ve lost track of how many I eaten, but it’s well over two hundred and all  were extremely delicious. A man’s cock and balls are like what many of you say about getting some pussy – ‘the worst I ever had was wonderful’.” With that she broke out laughing.  

Lisa looked at Tom whose bewildered mind was trying to process the magnitude of what he was seeing and had been told. “Lay on that mat over there and spread your arms and legs,” she said while displaying a mischievous smile “Move slave, do as I say!” she ordered in stern tone when he hesitated for a moment. He meekly obeyed and, when lying on his back in a spread-eagle position, she took leather straps and tied his hands and feet securely to conveniently located steel rings anchored in the floor. “The leather in these straps are made from male hides,” she said, “I like the idea of your fellow man assisting me in rendering you helpless.”

In indeed being helpless and not knowing what to expect, Tom’s eyes displayed fear he was genuinely feeling. His fear began to fade, however, when he saw Lisa take off her sarong and, when naked, stand above him with legs spread. He could only gape in awed admiration at what indeed was an amazing sight. Her full, perfectly formed breasts with erect nipples gave the appearance of proud, feminine defiance. Her narrow waist and curved hips merged into smooth upper thighs and shapely legs of equal perfection. Her flat abdomen tapered to a shaved pubic mound that in turn merged into the most sensuous looking folds he had ever seen which were enhanced by being wet and swolen with obvious arousal.

In spite of his anxiety, Tom could not prevent a familiar stirring from taking place in his penis that continued until becoming fully erect. “Well, well, well, look what we have here,” Lisa said with a laugh. “Once again, it’s shown that a man’s cock has a mind of its own. Do you have any idea the extent of how this demonstrates the superior power and control women have over men when it takes nothing more than looking at our body to cause you to get hard? She then looked closer and said, “does bobbing up and down like that mean it’s straining it get inside me? Well, it’ll have to wait awhile for that. You have no idea how hot I get after making a kill, but I plan on getting even hotter by teasing your cock and balls and working them over some to demonstrate how helpless and vulnerable they truly are.”

Her last remarks caused Tom to feel a tingle of anticipation. It had always excited him whenever a woman had been willing to perform cock and ball torture, but, in never having had it done to any extreme, he was also somewhat apprehensive. Lisa got on her hands and knees between his legs and began to lightly stroke his rigid penis in a tantalizing and seductive manner that soon had him thrusting his pelvis up and down with pre-cum starting to ooze from the open hole. She then stopped, and looked approving at its uplifted and strutted features before reaching for a narrow leather strap that she looped around the base of his penis and scrotum and pulled extremely tight which caused him to cry out. “This will ensure that it stays hard,” she said when tying a secure knot.

Tom uttered a moan when Lisa squeezed his one of his testicles with the tips of her fingers.  “See how remarkably easy it is for me to cause pain when using only my fingers and exerting slight pressure,” she said, “let’s see how you react to this. His moan became a shrill scream, when she closed her right hand around his scrotum and squeezed with all her might. “My, My, just listen to you carry on. And that’s with me using only one hand. Let’s see what else we can come up with. Tom again cried out in pain when she gave his penis a severe slap that caused it to thrash back and forth several times before coming to a stop. He cried out again when she slapped it opposite direction. His cries became continuous and he started bucking as she rapidly slapped it back and forth causing it to thrash about in wild abandon. But, in spite of the torment it was receiving, whenever she paused for a moment it returned to pointing upward at a convent angle as though meekly submitting to yet another onslaught. Not only did another onslaught occur, but was followed by others with increasing frequency until flying back and forth nonstop as she laughed in extreme enjoyment and amusement.

Tom’s brow was soaked with perspiration and he was panting heavily when Lisa finally stopped.  “Has it had enough?” She asked and then added when seeing his penis continuing to point upward while giving an appearance of standing at attention, “I guess not, it looks like it’s asking for more. My hands are sore, but I have something else it might like even more.” She walked to a table and returned carrying a small whip that had numerous narrow strips of leather hanging from the handle. “I don’t think it’s necessary to tell you the source of this leather but, don’t worry, it’s soft and won’t break the skin or cause any permanent damage. Upon hearing this, Tom started to relax somewhat, but when she swung the whip across his penis and scrotum, he uttered a high pitched  scream as his genitals felt as though they had exploded in searing pain. “But being soft doesn’t keep it from being extremely painful,” Lisa said with a laugh. She then started striking his cock and balls as rapidly as possible which resulted in his screams becoming increasingly shrill as he thrashed and bucked in a futile attempt to escape the onslaught. It was only when his struggles diminished due to extreme fatigued that she finally stopped.         

Lisa looked at Tom whose eyes reflected a dull, pain filled gaze. “Something tells me you didn’t enjoy that nearly as much as I did,” she said with a laugh. “It’s a good thing I tied you cock because, if I hadn’t, it would be useless instead of remaining rigid - which is extremely fortunate since I can’t remember ever being this horny. I assume you know how to eat pussy because that’s first on the agenda. With that, she stood over him with legs straddling his head which allowed him to have an unobstructed view of the enchanting folds of her labia that, in addition to being extremely wet, had become dark red and so swolen that they gaped open to such extent he could see the inflamed tip of her strutted clit. He had been given barely enough time for this sensuous sight to register before she sat on his face and pressed her swolen wetness against his mouth and nose.

He had indeed ‘eaten pussy’ many times, but his first reaction was one of near panic when finding it being extremely difficult to breath.” “Get with it slave,” Lisa shouted in a frustrated tone. In spite of his breathing difficulty, he quickly opened his mouth, stuck his tongue into her vagina and, when finding her strutted clit, started flipping it back and forth while sucking at the same time. “Ahhh, that’s better,” she sighed and then leaned over and took the engorged head of his penis into her mouth and started moving up and down on the shaft. A short time later, she uttered a loud cry as her vagina exploded in an exhilarating orgasm. She then collapsed on Tom’s body which enabled him to once again breathe normally.

It required only a short time, however, for Lisa to recover. She sat up, reached for Tom’s still erect penis, pointed the flared head toward her, and looked intently at the yawning hole. “Well Mr. cock, you’re finally going to get what you’ve been craving although, in bring tied so tight, I’m afraid it might not be all that enjoyable for you since you won’t be able to spurt. But that’s fortunate for me because I plan on using you a number of times.

With this, she straddled his hips and lowered her pelvis while reaching down to lift his penis and guide it into her wetness as she impaled herself on the rigid shaft. Even though his tightly tied and severely punished penis had lost much of its sensitivity, Tom still relished the sensation of feeling it slide into the hot and wet interior of her vagina. When Lisa started moving up and down at an increasing pace, He felt the beginning of an ejaculation, but was frustrated when the semen reached the point of his tightly closed urethra and could go no further. His frustration only increased when, after experiencing yet another orgasm, she mounted him again after pausing for only a short break. It was when being repeated a third time that a small amount of semen was forced past the closure which, after emerging, was of sufficient quantity to make the head of his penis extremely painful. It was not until using it for a sixth time that she reacted in experiencing a massive, exhilarating climax, collapsed on his chest, and lay in blissful contentment while keeping him embedded.

When she recovered enough to once again sit up, Lisa looked at Tom’s still erect penis and said, “Well Mr. cock, you were a damn good fuck so I guess you deserve being untied.”  When the leather strap was finally loosened, a thick jet of semen erupted from the gaping hole with such force that it hit Tom in the face. This was followed by several more that, although somewhat of less intensity, were still impressive. “Goodness, that was quite a load you had backed up in there,” She laughed, “I bet it felt good to get it out.” All Tom could do was to nod weakly. “You don’t look as though you enjoyed being fucked very much,” she said while gazing at his bruised penis that was rapidly becoming flaccid, “but I would advise getting use to it because it’s going to be repeated almost every day until I decide to have you put down.

A short time later, Lisa got dressed and, after telling Tom that she was going to the cooking hut, left him still being tied in a helpless and degrading spread-eagle position. When returning a short while later, she was carrying two wooden bowls, and, after setting them on a table, she released Tom. He was sitting on the floor and rubbing his numbed wrist when she handed him one of the bowls and said, “This is for you.” The bowl contained chunks of coconut and strips of dried meat. Lisa sat down at the table and noticed him gazing at the meat with a look of trepidation. In interpreting the reason for his hesitation she said, “don’t worry, that’s dried pork. I told you after we arrived that we keep a small herd of hogs, but, at the time, I didn’t mentioned that they were used for feeding slaves. I hope you didn’t think we would give a slave’s delicious meat to another. That would be a total waste, and I can assure you it will never happen.

Tom looked as Lisa picked up a thick slice of cooked meat from her bowl as he chewed on a tough meat that was similar to jerky. In noticing his attention, she held the meat up after taking a bite and said, “This is part of your friend’s inner thigh. There are some more slices in here along with his cock and balls.  The skin has been removed to enable being stuffed and mounted along with his head.” When she finished eating the thigh meat, Lisa picked up one of Frank’s testicles that had a slick and shiny surface. Tom could not help but think that it reminded him of a peeled boiled egg which looked even more so by the way she held it when taking a bite. “Delicious”, she said and then took another bite. When both testicles had been eaten, she reached into the bowl, picked up the skinned penis that appeared to be partially-erect and, holding it by the root, started to giggle when making it flop heavily back and forth. “Why isn’t it rigid like the cock the woman ate last night?” Tom asked. “They only get rigid when attached to a body while being roasted,” she said, “when cut-off, they still swell up while being cooked but only to this extent.

“Are you going to treat my cock like that before you eat it,” He asked in a tone of sick dismay. “Of course, I love playing with my food,” Lisa said cheerfully, and then, after uttering a giggle, said, “at least I love to play with it when it’s a roasted cock.” After having a bit more fun, she took a bite from the root and, in so doing, reacted in an enthusiastic manner that was almost identical to that of the woman Tom had watched the previous night. The similarity continued as she excitedly ate the rest of the shaft. When only the swollen head remained, Lisa held it up and said, “I always save the best for last.” A look of pure ecstasy came over her face when slowing chewing after having slipped the flared shape in her mouth.

“Simply fantastic,” she said after swallowing.  The only thing wrong with the head of a man’s cock is it isn’t a lot bigger. With that, she reached down and, with eyes closed, started rubbing between her legs. Tom watched in amazement as she unashamedly continued until uttering a cry as her body reacted from experiencing yet another orgasm.  She sat dreamily in the chair for a few minutes and then said, “I’m ready for bed after that. It’s been an extremely fulfilling and exciting day.  Lay down on the mat so I can tie you up again.

A look of dismay came on Tom’s face as he asked, “Is that really necessary Lisa? Her eyes blazed with anger as she stepped forward, grabbed his hair, pulled him to his feet, and drove a knee between his legs with all the force she could muster. Tom’s right testicle was driven into its protective pubic pouch and, although badly bruised, escaped much of the onslaught. His left, however, in hanging lower, became trapped between bone and knee and was flattened to such extent that it came extremely close to being ruptured. A wave of searing pain spread from his groin as his vision to become a flashing of blinding light. He uttered a cry of excruciating pain as he fell to the floor and started moaning as he grasped his crotch while withering in a fetal position.

Lisa glared at him, and, when he showed signs that his agony was finally starting to subside somewhat, she dragged him to the mat, kicked it aside, and roughly tied his hands and feet to the rings until he lay spread-eagle on the hard wooden floor. She grabbed his hair, lifted his head, put her face close to his, and said, “I’m only going to say this one time so you’d better listen. From now on you refer to me as ‘mam’ or ‘mistress’. If you ever call me ‘Lisa’ again you will end up riding a spit.” With that, she slammed his head on the floor, stormed to her bed, lay down, and in spite of her anger, was soon asleep. For Tom, however, the continued agony is his besieged testicles combined with a gut-wrenching realization of how extremely close he had actually come to being roasted alive made sleep difficult to come. It was only due to extreme exhaustion that he finally dozed off.

The first thing he became aware of when awaking the next morning was a painful throbbing in his groin. He looked around and saw that the hut was empty. A short while later, he heard the sound of women’s voices singing rhythmic chants that lasted a long time. In still being tied spread-eagle on the hard floor, he could do nothing to ease his pain and was relieved when seeing Lisa enter the hut shortly after the chants had ended.  She had a colorful lei around her neck and a large white flower in her hair.

“I see you’re awake,” she said, “do you remember what I told you last night?” “Yes mistress,” he replied meekly.”  “That’s better,” she said. “There’s something else I didn’t mention that will result in you becoming acquainted with a spit and that’s to never again question one of my commands.” She looked at his crotch and said, “you’re balls are extremely swolen. “Yes mam, they hurt a lot.” “That’s good, even though it will keep me from using you for awhile.” “Could I please be untied mistress?” “Yes”, she replied, but only because I have something for you to do.” Tom gently held his throbbing scrotum after being released and said, “I heard chanting earlier. What was that for mistress?”  “We worship the lioness goddess ‘Aria’ and pay tribute to her every Wednesday morning.”

Tom was surprised when hearing this. If this tribe of women actually worshiped a lioness goddess, it indicated them being even more primitive than he thought. The only things made from steel he had seen were the pipe being used as a spit, the two post it had been placed on, the rings in the floor to which he had been tied, and the impressive assortment of knives and other implements whose manufacture had never been intended for butchering human bodies but, nevertheless, performed this function quite well. He found himself, not for the first time, being curious about how these modern items had been obtained and decided to risk asking. “Uh, mistress,” he said, “I can’t help but wonder where you’re tribe got all the knives and other things from that I saw yesterday.

Lisa gave him a questing look and then shrugged. “What’s there to be curious about? We buy them of course.” ‘Well, uh.., it’s just that I haven’t seen anything being made here that could be sold for ugh, money. ” Lisa laughed and said, why would need to sell anything when, in addition to providing us pleasure and meat, slaves also provide more than enough money to buy what we can’t make ourselves. You had over two hundred dollars in your wallet which is quite typical and, even though, for now, we don’t need anything, we take whatever money we find and save for future use. But, as I said, I have something for you to do so don’t ask any more questions and come with me.”