They walked through the jungle for three more days. Tano continued to have his way with Tracey two or three times each day. He had started saying her new name when he was ready to take her. "Ona Ata..." She would get on all fours and wait for him to take her from behind, but sometimes he would turn her over onto her back. The orgasms were less intense when he did this, but for some reason she preferred it. He also made Tracey take him in her mouth twice more, both times in front of a seething Peter, but she had stopped paying attention to him while Tano took advantage of her.
Gradually, Tracey stopped regarding what Tano did to her as rape and thought of it as just a part of her life now that she had been conquered. She wasn't resisting. He did not try to hurt her if she behaved. She almost always had an orgasm. Tano had defeated Peter and taken her from him. In this world, that made her Tano's to do with as he pleased. It was not so different from the world she had entered that first week of college when she went unaccompanied to a frat party.
Twelve times now Tano had fucked her, and three times she sucked his penis to completion. Tracey had been sexually active for more than four years and in six days, Tano accounted for almost 8% of her sexual experiences. At the rate he was going, it would take him only two months to exceed the score Peter had taken four years to roll up.
***He can't possibly keep it up at this rate.***
Peter and Tracey had once had sex on a Friday and again on Saturday night. Tracey tried to get him in the mood again on Sunday afternoon, but he rebuffed her, claiming he was spent and would need a few days to replenish. It was more than a week after that before they did it again. Sure, Tano's testicles were larger than Peter's, but the man had to have a limit too, didn't he?
This is what Tracey was musing about when Peter screamed. She looked up from where she hung over Tano's shoulder and saw her panic-stricken boyfriend leaning back against his leash. Tano half turned and yanked the leash hard, dragging the weaker man along by the neck. She wondered for a moment what had gotten into him. Then she saw the stakes. They were passing by a line of stakes driven into the ground and rising seven or eight feet high. Each of these were adorned with skulls, most of which were human. Not all of them were truly skulls either... some were decomposing heads. They looked surreal to Tracey, like Halloween decorations on the pharmacy shelf in late August.
After passing them by, Tano turned from the stream and took them into the trees. The jungle floor seemed well cleared around them, not like the rest of the jungle. Tracey wondered if they had reached their destination. Then the children ran past them. Six little indian children, laughing and yelling.
Tano stopped and placed Tracey sitting on the ground. She drew a sharp breath when she realized they were surrounded by dozens of indians. Tano dragged Peter to him by his leash and then kicked his legs out from under him, dropping him in a heap at Tracey's side. Tano began speaking to the other indians with sweeping gestures of his arms, pointing at Peter and then at Tracey. She heard the words "Ona Ata."
And then the white man pushed his way through. He was older, perhaps in his late 40s or 50s. He had shaggy brown hair streaked with white, and several day's growth on his face. He wore cargo pants and good boots and a light khaki button down shirt with a bandanna around his neck. "Holy shit," he said after taking in the pair of naked white people at the center of the throng.
"You speak English?" Tracey stammered.
"How the hell did you get here, miss?" the man asked, stealing a quick glance at her body. His accent was definitely American, but Tracey couldn't place it beyond that.
"We were in a plane crash," she said.
"And this fuck kidnapped us and raped my girlfriend!" Peter said, bitterly. He tried to hold eye contact with Tano, but quickly looked down. "Get us out of here! NOW!"
Tano spoke to the white man, and they held a short conversation in the native language. Tracey gave thanks that she could finally communicate with Tano, tell him what he had done was wrong. At the end of the exchange, Tano nodded to the man and then waved the gathered natives to take a step back and give them room. The man knelt beside them and handed Tracey his canteen. She drank and then fed some water to Peter.
"My name is Dr. Ferguson. I've been studying this tribe for over a decade now and have very slowly gained enough acceptance that they allow me to live among them for stretches of time. You must understand that these people have had virtually no contact with outsiders."
"I don't give a fuck about their god damned culture, get us out of here!"
Tracey had never seen Peter in a state like this. He was always so easy going. But she knew he had grown up privileged and used to having his way. "Please, Dr. Ferguson. I'm Tracey and this is Peter. You have to help us."
Ferguson ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. "Kids, I don't give orders here and I come and go on foot. We're more than a hundred miles from the closest town and not much closer to the nearest paved road."
"How the fuck did YOU get here?" Peter was simply unable to turn off his outrage.
"By boat, and it's a two week hike from where we are."
"Well take us to it. Tell them you're taking us home. Give us some of your clothes. Let's GO! My father has money. He'll pay whatever you want."
Ferguson scowled. "Listen... Peter, right? They aren't going to let you go. Tano caught you in this tribe's territory. You're subject to their laws now."
"What does that mean?" Tracey asked.
Ferguson glanced uneasily at Tracey and then looked Peter in the eye. "This tribe has three male castes. Warriors, workers, and slaves. The slaves are all outsiders taken in battle. They're nothing. Anyone can abuse them, and they do all the most grueling work. Slaves do not live long here. The workers build and craft things. If they work, they eat, and nobody messes with them. The warriors defend the tribe's lands and fight the other tribes in the region. This tribe is very strong and Tano there is among the best of the warriors. There is no chief, but he is one of the small circle of warriors that makes decisions. If you play your cards right, Peter, I think I can get them to accept you as a worker."
"What about the women?" Peter wanted to know.
