"What do you want of me? Are you kidnapping my girlfriend?"
"If that is the way you want to put it, yes. I know we haven't really gotten off on a good start, but I will tell you this, Henry: when you are done here you will not look back on your time with us with resentment."
At this the world disappeared into a black bag that was pulled over Henry's head. He felt his hands being tied behind his back and he was slowly led away.
They walked for what felt like hours. But not seeing and barely hearing anything it was hard to tell exactly. Of Selena there was no sign. She could have been walking right next to him but he thought not. She would have responded to his muffled calls.
Eventually Henry started hearing more voices around him and he was under the impression that he had walked into a town. In the distance he heard music, loud drums and rhythmic music and voices singing along in a strange language. The music got louder and louder and he could hear the singing voices around him chanting their rhythmic chant. He was pushed up against a thick wooden pole and his hands and arms were tied tightly to it with a rough rope. Then the bag was pulled off of his head and he could see. He could see that he had walked across the world, or back in time, or both, because what he was seeing here had nothing to do with the world that he had gone jogging in only a few hours ago.
They were in another clearing, larger, there were big fires everywhere. Music was made by dispersed people playing different instruments. And there were people dancing everywhere. The men were stamping the ground and pushing their chests out to the rhythm, the women undulating violently. The whole thing reminded him of the mating dance of animals. An idea that was driven home when one of the women dancing in front of him started gyrating her backside in front of him and slowly pulling up her skirt. She looked back at him and started slapping her ass with one hand following the rhythm and emitted a string of insisting sounding but nonetheless unintelligible words. From her gestures and the look on her face though, he could more or less imagine the subject of her attempted discourse.
This went on for a while. The men and the women seemed to get closer to each other. People started rubbing up against each other. Hands were wandering. Two men who had both been rubbing up to the same, rather young looking girl, got into what looked like a fight. Although, both seemed to be laughing, while they tried to wrestle each other to the ground. Soon after, one ended up biting the dust. Patting the dirt off his trousers, the proud winner got up and wearing a smug smile pulled the girl towards him. She smiled up at him, significantly smaller, and her hand sought his crotch which she fondled for a bit before releasing the cord that held up his breeches. When his cock sprung out she went to her knees and started sucking.
The man held her head and pulled her deep onto his member before pulling her back off. A string of saliva remained between his cock and her mouth while she visibly tried to swallow the rest she had regurgitated and recover before the inevitable happened. The man told her something on an insistent tone and in answer she opened her mouth to form an O. He pulled her back roughly and this time fucked her in the mouth several times, slowly but deeply, the girl emitting grunts and gagging sounds. When he pulled her off he repeated what he had said just before and the girl kept her mouth open, a big glob of saliva streamed out and onto her chest. The man said something else on an insistent tone and the girl pulled off her rather plain brown top to reveal a light brown torso, fairly skinny with small breasts. He resumed his treatment of her mouth, fucking her slowly, pulling off, letting her dribble slime all over herself. Within minutes she was covered in her own saliva and her chest glistened in the firelight. He instructed her on something again and she smeared the saliva around on her body. The man now spat on her face and rubbed it all over. She inhaled sharply when he did this and with her begging eyes looked up at him as her hand sneaked towards her crotch. He barked something short and she pulled her hand away quickly. He slapped her hard across the face and spat on her face again. The girl mumbled something apologetic and then a radiant smile crossed her face. The man exclaimed and gestured up at the sky. The meaning of this was lost to Henry. But the man resumed his relentless throatfucking so Henry couldn't help but assume all was as it should be.
All this was happening right in front of Henry and by now a circle of dancing people had formed around them. A deep feminine voice whispered into his ear from behind. "She's only weeks after her entry as a woman. He is teaching her. She shows great promise. Many men have tried for her but Aelmund has kept them off with ease."
Only half of this made sense to Henry, who was actually more surprised to suddenly hear an English voice speaking to him without the trace of an accent.
