They had started out so well! A happy, successful marriage was predicted. Pieter was the son of a successful sheep and goat farmer down Clarencedorp way and Joanna the daughter of a carpenter. The parents were both moderately wealthy men. The government had offered them land up north near the border, as much as they could handle. Just mark out a farm and notify us they said. Minimal taxes just inhabit the land before any invaders can do the same. Yes, you may have to chase off the occasional band of ne'er do wells but they are a rag tag bunch with not much appetite for resistance. There are deserters, runaway slaves, disaffected locals and the occasional refugee from the unrest further up the African continent roaming around, but not too many and the land is big. Where is the border? It is an open frontier border but ending more or less at the great river that bisects the country. The Orange river or the Gariep as the locals call it. Cross that border and you may be in trouble. Lots of tribal warfare and just plain banditry. Stay this side of the river and we will support you. Problem is the government agents had, possibly not lied but maybe have glossed over the situation. They hadn't mentioned the terrible climate and harsh dry land. Possibly they did not know, possibly they did but whatever the case, Pieter and Joanna set out in hope and anticipation of a bright future. What they found was a world far different from anything that they could imagine.
Pieter's father had kitted them out with a wagon, much like the wagons used in the Americas but drawn by 12 oxen instead of horses. They had firearms, trade goods, farming implements, some hardy goats and a band of servants headed up by Charles. Charles was an old retainer of the family and he was there to help manage the team. He could also be their translator as there were a myriad of languages spoken up north.
Their trip had at first been easy going. They followed the slow moving Olifants River toward the sea. The land they passed through had already been claimed by people some years back and who were now established and were seemingly flourishing. Soon however their hopes started to dwindle. People spoke of a harsh climate and no grazing for animals. They shook their heads, the route to the northern border was difficult and dangerous, full of raiding bands who were at war with each other and preying on those unable to fight them off.
These dark and dire predictions started to become reality as they passed a mountain called the Gifberg -- Poison Mountain. The land dried out, grazing became more and more scarce and the quartz pebble beds started to appear, grinding under the wheels of their wagon which gave the flat semi-desert region the name of the Knersvlakte, the Grinding Flats. They had yet to meet a roving band but the levels of theft had forced them to institute all night guard duties.
After six months of travel Joanna looked out across the Knersvlakte and sighed. Ahead of them lay another band of hard, quartz pebble strewn ground in which little grew. Keeping the oxen alive and moving was going to be a problem and there being no trees of any sort so wagon repairs were pretty much out of the question. Namaqualand is a harsh, unforgiving land grinding humans away or hardening them into harsh unyielding creatures. Mercy and compassion died on these flats. It was become hard or die. Joanna had been hardened by the flats into a creature she would scarce have recognised six months ago. Pieter, her so called husband had gone the other way. The Knersvlakte was grinding him away, so much so that he scarce could do his daily duties, let alone his husbandly duties at night. Grinding flats? Joanna could do with a good grinding from Pieter but he hadn't come near her in months. Mind you he had been a piss poor lover from the start. Yes, he had eventually taken her virginity introducing her to what the priest had called "the sins of the flesh" but that was about all. Where she had found joy and enthusiasm in sex, he had lost all interest in it and in her too. She had eventually resorted to another "sin of the flesh"; pleasuring herself as Pieter snored feebly away next to her.
Charles had found a small spring earlier and had guided them to it. She walked around the ox wagon looking for Pieter who had been following the wagon a lot in recent weeks, scarce keeping up with them despite the slow progress they were making. She couldn't find him. He wasn't behind the wagon, nowhere to be seen. She followed the wagon tracks back and after a short walk, found him sprawled on the ground barely breathing. She was tempted to give him a sharp kick in the ribs and tell him to get up and stop wasting her time but she was pretty sure it would be a waste of energy that she was loathe to spare on him
"Charles! Pieter has collapsed. Bring Hansie with you and carry him back to the wagon."
Back in the wagon and out of the burning heat Pieter recovered but only slightly. Joanna was convinced that Pieter was on his way out and she wished he would get on with it and die. She didn't feel at all guilty about that thought as she couldn't survive in this harsh land while still looking after a sick, ailing man. He was dragging her down. She left him in the wagon with Hansie feeding him drips of water while she went off to oversee the preparations for the night. Charles was reasonably good but tended to carelessness and unwarranted violence. They had just fed the oxen and had a meagre meal cooking when Hansie shouted for her.
"Ma'am, ma'am! Come quick! Pieter, he is very sick!"
She sighed and headed back to the wagon. Pieter wasn't very sick, he was very dead.
"OK, Hansie you can go now."
She waited till Hansie was gone, then closed Pieter's eyes and covered his face with a blanket.
After the meal she set the servants to digging a grave for Pieter. Once a shallow grave had been dug in the iron hard ground they laid him in the grave. Then she said a few hypocritical words over him, they covered him over and then laid heavy stones over the grave to keep the hyenas and other scavengers away, at least she thought, until she was well out of sight of the grave. Then she broke out the bottle of brandy that she had purchased in the last village they had passed through. She had only had a few sips out of the bottle so it was pretty much full and she set about drinking as much if it as she possibly could in celebration or dismay or something in between.
She was sitting unsteadily on the back of the wagon under a star filled sky, weeping gently when Charles arrived, lifted her up and placed her on the blanket that Pieter had so recently been laid out on. She was about to say thank you when Charles' hands had liberated her breasts from her dress. She made a vague attempt to brush his hands away, but truth be told she hadn't had anyone touch her breasts in a long time and so she lay there allowing this invasion go continue. It made her tingle in places that hadn't tingled in ages and she moaned softly. When she felt his lips on her breasts she had half heartedly pushed at his head and asked "What are you doing?" As if it wasn't very obvious what he was doing.
Then she felt his hand under her dress and touching her pantyless pussy. Without thinking about it, she spread her legs wide and pulled her dress out of the way. She could now hear a voice, hers. It sounded like she was saying "Oh. Yes. Yes."
She realised that Charles now had two fingers inside her and was thrusting away roughly. She realised that she actually liked the rough treatment her pussy was getting and that her juices were flowing out of her and onto the blanket. She could feel a huge orgasm building in her, not like the few miserable ones she had induced in herself using her fingers.
She could hear herself grunting in a totally animalistic way as Charles' fingers thrust into her
"Now! Now! Do it now!" She heard her voice say. "I need this! Do it."
Charles turned her over, lifted her up onto her knees and rammed his cock into her in one swift motion. He was bigger and harder than Pieter and the position was a new sensation for her. The whispered gossip was that only heathens fucked like this. "Fucking like animals" as one of her friends had put it. She had thought at the time that her friend had seemed rather excited by the idea and had wondered if she was speaking from experience. Whatever, she was now being fucked "like an animal" with Charles' rough hands gripping her hips and slamming into her. She found that over and above the idea of being "fucked like an animal" Charles' cock was hitting places that had never been touched before, let alone pounded and it made her moan all the louder.
After a number of hard thrusts she started to orgasm dragging Charles along with her. It was only when she felt his cock throbbing inside her that she thought of pregnancy but she was too far gone to even think of stopping him. She wanted all his seed in her pussy, fertile or not.
Charles held her hips hard against his groin as he pumped hot seed into her. His cock started to soften. As it slipped out he collapsed on top of her.
"Why could Pieter not have done this to me regularly?" were the last thoughts she had before passing out.
She woke as dawn was breaking to find Charles still there and fast asleep. She looked down and saw the cock that had impaled her last night. Tentatively she reached out and touched it. It twitched so she stroked it. She felt it harden slowly and fascinated, watched it grow. She remembered a story she had heard that some women actually took penises into their mouths. She thought about the idea for a while and then cautiously raised the now erect cock to her lips, smelt the results of last night's sex and decided that just the tip in her mouth might be all right. "Just the tip! Just to taste." she assured herself. The head fitted into her mouth rather nicely and she was wondering what to do next when Charles' hands pressed her head down and his cock slid all the way down her throat making her gag. She instinctively pulled back to get the cock out of her throat. Charles started to push down again so she closed her teeth on his cock. Not hard enough to do any damage but enough to issue a warning.
He jerked away and she spat his cock out.
"Gently you fuck or I'll bite the thing off!" She lowered her head again, took the cock in her mouth. She took as much as she could without gagging. Charles kept his hands off her head and she repeated the action mimicking the action of his cock in her pussy last night. When Charles breathing became ragged but before he could shoot a load into her mouth she rolled on her back and spread her kegs wide.
"Now fuck me like a good Christian!"
"Good Christians don't fuck!" He said before sliding his cock into her and pumping about a dozen times before dumping more seed into her.
"Now get out of here before the others see you."
"They know I've been fucking you all night. That you are my woman now. I've been waiting for this for a long time. We aren't going anywhere until I say so."
Joanna reached into the box next to her a pulled out a loaded pistol.
