The stockade outside could not be said to resemble a 'village'. This was more like a temporary camp, with just a few huts and some other makeshift sleeping arrangements. At the back of the camp there was, gratifyingly, a cave. So, Cliff thought, cavemen.
The four prisoners were tied up, hanging from their hands around the edge of the stockade, while in front of them, maybe 30 or 40 tribespeople danced and whooped and struck primitive drums. They were drinking a lot of some frothy liquid which Cliff suspected to be alcoholic. In the centre of the compound, no more than 20 feet away from him there was a large wooden X with more ropes attached. None of this looked good.
Leaning on his stick, Zar limped to the front, and held one hand up above his head. Slowly, the music and dancing ebbed away until everyone was silent and giving him their full attention. "This strangely dressed tribe have invaded the lands of the tribe of the tree," he said, pointing at the 4 prisoners, "they have lied to us and broken our laws. Our elders laws are clear on this subject: they must submit to us and accept our judgement." The compound was silent now, everyone watching as he turned, his eyes cruel and his aspect impressive. "Therefore, I say that they must join their tribe with our tribe, their women become our women and their men become our servants."
There was a roar of approval from the crowd. The prisoners were shouting too -- protests, screams and cries which were lost in the general noise. Cliff knew he was yelling, but he was not sure what -- he was practically incoherent.
Zar held up his hand for silence again. "So I decree," he said, "to symbolise the joining of our tribes, I shall take the young strange woman to be my woman number 2."
"No!" shouted Suzanne.
"You cannot be serious!" protested the Professor. "That's my grand-daughter!"
Cliff found himself looking across at Ho. It would be reasonable to say that she didn't look any happier than the professor.
"Bring her," shouted Zar, "to be anointed!"
Suzanne was quickly untied and dragged across to the centre, where her hands and feet were bound to the wooden X so that her arms and legs were spread, and she was stretched out helpless. In the circumstances, she looked surprisingly calm.
The tribes' womenfolk now started to chant and sway around Suzanne, who just gazed at them as they began to dance around her. She was tied about twenty feet from Cliff, but directly across from him, and he had to admit that she looked fantastic. Her short tartan skirt lay across her bare upper thighs, hiding very little. On her upper half, she just wore that sheer blouse, with her lacy bra clearly visible. Inevitably, he was getting hard again.
Now the women started to approach Suzanne, running their hands up and down her inner thighs, and over her chest in an overtly suggestive, sexual manner. Every man in the tribe was glued to this performance, since a performance it clearly was. Only the Professor turned away, still shouting angrily, until Zar smacked him across the mouth.
The dance began to gain intensity and volume. No longer mucking about, one of the women rushed in and tore Suzanne's blouse entirely away. Within seconds, it was gone, just leaving her in her bra. Cliff could not look away, staring intently at the tanned brown mounds of her breasts, heaving impressively just under the thin, lacy cups. Below that, he could see her trim, fit figure all the way down to her belly button, which rested just above the top of her skirt. It was clear that she shaved her armpits. Already, he was seeing more of her than he had ever dared to imagine. Suzanne appeared to be looking back across the clearing, meeting his eyes as the women continued to dance.
Another woman darted in, and the skirt was history. There, finally, was Suzanne's white thong, fully visible from the front. It covered even less than Cliff had imagined, just two bits of string, and a tiny piece of triangular material covering her pussy. Apart from that, he could now see her shapely hips, and the tops of her thighs, the skin pulled taut by her position, bound tightly with her legs apart. Cliff swallowed, his erection pushing painfully and obviously against the front of his slacks. Suzanne appeared to have no tan lines at all. Which could only really mean one thing.
Another woman approached Suzanne, and struggled with the bra. It took a moment for her to deal with this unfamiliar garment, attempting to pull the straps down Suzanne's shoulders without much success. Another woman approached with a stone knife, and Cliff felt a moment of concern, before he realised that they were using it to part the straps. The knife was surprisingly sharp, and within a moment or two, the bra was gone. Finally, unbelievably, he was getting to see his sexiest pupil's tits.
They were gorgeous and shapely, not too large, but nicely rounded as they lay, extremely perky and surprisingly high on her chest. Her rosy red nipples were erect, and practically pointing upwards. Suzanne was breathing heavily, and still staring straight at him, surely aware of his fully erect cock. Was she also getting turned on by this? Her shoes and socks were also being removed, leaving her practically naked in front of everyone, apart from the tiny strip of material between her thighs.
If the women had gone ahead and removed Suzanne's final garment at this point, Cliff would probably have exploded in his pants right there and then. Instead, they bought out a big tub of oily white paste, and began to rub it onto her body. One team started on her feet, running their hands up and down her legs, over her knees and up towards where her thighs came together. Another team started on her hands and began to cover her arms with this substance. Avoiding her firm, young tits, they continued by covering her stomach and back, moving upwards in circular movements, leaving her dripping, wet and oily.
Cliff glanced across to his companions. Lola was alternating between giving him looks of disgust, and gazing at Suzanne's fate in obvious fear. The Professor, since getting struck by Zar, had changed tack and was talking in a low voice to Ho, who was next to him, watching proceedings. She showed no sign that she was listening, but had at least not walked away. Cliff wondered what they were talking about, but from where he was, he could not hear a word. He turned his attention back to the ceremony happening in front of him.
The women anointing Suzanne had now reached the upper part of her chest, running their hands over the lower part of her breasts, and then up and over, massaging the oil into her pliant flesh, pressing and twisting her erect nipples between their fingers. Suzanne had her eyes half-closed now, apparently lost in the sensations assailing her. Another set of ladies had reached the tops of her legs, and were rubbing the inner surfaces of her thighs, stopping just short of her panty-clad pussy. With her legs tied and drawn apart, there was nothing she could do to resist their questing fingers.
Finally, Ho, abandoning the the Professor, stepped in front of Suzanne. Looking her straight in the eye, she reached down and ripped the thong away. Not moving, she dipped her fingers in the oil, and then began to rub it directly onto Suzanne's private parts. The movement became more vigorous as Ho slipped her fingers inside the young girl, and began to saw them back and forth, faster and faster. Suzanne began gasping and heaving, until finally she came, bursting fluids explosively down Ho's arm.
Finally, Ho stepped away, and turned around, holding up her arm to show off Suzanne's juices to the whole tribe. Suzanne hung against her bonds, apparently exhausted. With his view no longer blocked by Ho, Cliff noted absently that Suzanne's vagina seemed entirely absent of hair, as if she shaved on a regular basis. He stared, unable to take his eyes from her swollen, reddish pussy lips.
It was a sight that Cliff would not savour for long, as almost immediately, Zar stepped to the front of the crowd and ordered Suzanne to be cut down. "Bring her to my cave," he said, "that the two of us may complete the ceremony. Keep the rest of the new tribe under guard."
Cliff, Lola and the Professor were released and marched into another hut. The tribesmen and women were mostly shuffling out of the clearing now, usually in pairs. Already, some frantic grunting could be heard behind the bushes. It seemed as if everyone present may have been a little turned on by what they had just witnessed. Cliff glanced down and realised that even he had a damp spot on the front of his trousers. He adjusted his deflating erection, hoping that Lola wouldn't notice. Judging by the dirty looks she was giving him, that boat had sailed. Just before they reached the hut, Ho stepped out and stopped the guards. "Not that one," she said, pointing to the Professor, "I have a special task for him."
The Professor shrugged and smiled at the others, before meekly allowing himself to be led away. Cliff stared after him as the guards shoved him back in the hut. Inside was Lola, who had chosen to take a position sat on the opposite side of the small space with her arms crossed, pointedly looking away from him.
