Opensesame54321
Lost in Limbo
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She was somewhat confused when her new owner did not cum down her throat, not realizing at the time that as the chief and leader of his powerful tribe, his seed would never be thrown away like that. So it was with surprise when he gently pulled himself from her sweet mouth and laid her back against the soft sheets.
His entry into her sex was neither rushed nor hard. It was, in fact, the first time that any man had ever made love to her. It was strange and wonderful and she soon felt a release that she had never felt before. For all his fierce looks, his kisses were sweet, his manner gentle and his voice calming.
After that night, she returned to the harem. The other wives were nice to her. His first wife, as dark and tall as the chief himself, managed to convey to Susan that she had bore him 5 sons and 2 daughters. Tall and proud, the woman was nice to everyone, but moved and acted with authority. After all, she was first wife. The harem was run by an old woman called Nya. She was short like the rest of the women in the harem and she took care of their needs.
Every night, she was called to the Chief's bed where he would make love to her until late in the night. He seemed fascinated with her hair color, the paleness of her skin, the blueness of her eyes.
Then one day, what she had always feared came true as Nya told the Chief that she was pregnant. The Chief was happy, and Susan had to learn to be happy too.
Her first child was a boy, the spitting image of his father, save his eyes which were not as dark as the Chief's. Still, the fact that her first child was a boy put her in favor with him. She only got to hold her baby for a moment before he was taken away and she was not allowed to speak to him. No nursing baby at her breast. No small child to hug and play with and teach. He was to be raised by others of the tribe in a nursery that was suitable to take care of a Chief'a son. He was not in line for the throne, but would one day be a useful member of the tribe.
As soon as her body was able and ready. She was once again called every night to the Chief's bed until again she was pregnant. After nine months, she bore him a girl, her skin the color a of rich caramel. Again she was allowed only a few minutes to hold her daughter, her sweet face looking up in wonder at her mother with eyes that strange color of a bluish black, before the baby was taken away from her, never to be seen again.
On the day that she expected to be called to the Chief's bed, she was surprised to find three men in the room. After some contemplating, he paired her with a man with the lightest skin she had seen since her arrival here.
They were ushered to another room whereupon she was stripped and ordered in the bed. The chief watched as the man fucked her. Once he had come in her womb, Susan would be returned to the harem and the man would leave. Each afternoon, she would be escorted to what Nya told her was the 'Breeding Room' where the man would fuck her under the watchful eye of her owner.
Once she was pregnant, she would not see the man anymore until after the baby's birth.
The first was a daughter, pretty as a button with soft golden skin. Next was a boy, with skin almost the color of Susan's. Over the years, Susan bore many children, being bred to first one light skinned tribe member and then another. Occasionally the chief would breed with her himself just for the pleasure of filling her fertile womb with his own seed. She never saw any of her children again, nor did she ever know what happened to any of them. All male children would become viable members of the tribe. But with the females, it was different. Should their skin color be fairly dark or darker, she was a lower member of the tribe. If their skin was light enough though, they would be raised guarded until the age of eighteen at which time, the girls would be sold as sexual slaves to help bring wealth to the tribe.
Susan had 31 children before her fertile period was finally ended, 16 males and 15 females. Several times she bore twins, a rarity in the tribe and considered a blessing. But so many children wore her body out before its time.
*****
There is a legend that in the deepest, darkest part of Africa, there is a hidden tribe. Their city is magnificent, with tall pyramids that peek above the canopy of trees. They are tall and proud, but there is a story that at one time they were as dark as the night with eyes that were deep pools of inky blackness. And then came a golden child, with skin like fine ivory and hair long and fine like liquid gold. Her beauty was breathtaking, and the Great Chief fell in love with her. She bore him child after child, until today they say the tribe consist of people not as tall as they once were, with skin a golden color, and eyes a strange shade of dark blue. And occasionally, a girl will be born in the tribe, with skin as pale as ivory and azure blue eyes that look upon the world with an incredibly haunting look.
Of course, it is just a legend. There is no way that such a story could be true.
Could it?
*****
This is the end of our story. cgraven and I hope that you enjoyed reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it. If you did, please feel free to check out other stories that cgraven or I may be working on. Thank you.
opensesame54321
His entry into her sex was neither rushed nor hard. It was, in fact, the first time that any man had ever made love to her. It was strange and wonderful and she soon felt a release that she had never felt before. For all his fierce looks, his kisses were sweet, his manner gentle and his voice calming.
After that night, she returned to the harem. The other wives were nice to her. His first wife, as dark and tall as the chief himself, managed to convey to Susan that she had bore him 5 sons and 2 daughters. Tall and proud, the woman was nice to everyone, but moved and acted with authority. After all, she was first wife. The harem was run by an old woman called Nya. She was short like the rest of the women in the harem and she took care of their needs.
Every night, she was called to the Chief's bed where he would make love to her until late in the night. He seemed fascinated with her hair color, the paleness of her skin, the blueness of her eyes.
Then one day, what she had always feared came true as Nya told the Chief that she was pregnant. The Chief was happy, and Susan had to learn to be happy too.
Her first child was a boy, the spitting image of his father, save his eyes which were not as dark as the Chief's. Still, the fact that her first child was a boy put her in favor with him. She only got to hold her baby for a moment before he was taken away and she was not allowed to speak to him. No nursing baby at her breast. No small child to hug and play with and teach. He was to be raised by others of the tribe in a nursery that was suitable to take care of a Chief'a son. He was not in line for the throne, but would one day be a useful member of the tribe.
As soon as her body was able and ready. She was once again called every night to the Chief's bed until again she was pregnant. After nine months, she bore him a girl, her skin the color a of rich caramel. Again she was allowed only a few minutes to hold her daughter, her sweet face looking up in wonder at her mother with eyes that strange color of a bluish black, before the baby was taken away from her, never to be seen again.
On the day that she expected to be called to the Chief's bed, she was surprised to find three men in the room. After some contemplating, he paired her with a man with the lightest skin she had seen since her arrival here.
They were ushered to another room whereupon she was stripped and ordered in the bed. The chief watched as the man fucked her. Once he had come in her womb, Susan would be returned to the harem and the man would leave. Each afternoon, she would be escorted to what Nya told her was the 'Breeding Room' where the man would fuck her under the watchful eye of her owner.
Once she was pregnant, she would not see the man anymore until after the baby's birth.
The first was a daughter, pretty as a button with soft golden skin. Next was a boy, with skin almost the color of Susan's. Over the years, Susan bore many children, being bred to first one light skinned tribe member and then another. Occasionally the chief would breed with her himself just for the pleasure of filling her fertile womb with his own seed. She never saw any of her children again, nor did she ever know what happened to any of them. All male children would become viable members of the tribe. But with the females, it was different. Should their skin color be fairly dark or darker, she was a lower member of the tribe. If their skin was light enough though, they would be raised guarded until the age of eighteen at which time, the girls would be sold as sexual slaves to help bring wealth to the tribe.
Susan had 31 children before her fertile period was finally ended, 16 males and 15 females. Several times she bore twins, a rarity in the tribe and considered a blessing. But so many children wore her body out before its time.
*****
There is a legend that in the deepest, darkest part of Africa, there is a hidden tribe. Their city is magnificent, with tall pyramids that peek above the canopy of trees. They are tall and proud, but there is a story that at one time they were as dark as the night with eyes that were deep pools of inky blackness. And then came a golden child, with skin like fine ivory and hair long and fine like liquid gold. Her beauty was breathtaking, and the Great Chief fell in love with her. She bore him child after child, until today they say the tribe consist of people not as tall as they once were, with skin a golden color, and eyes a strange shade of dark blue. And occasionally, a girl will be born in the tribe, with skin as pale as ivory and azure blue eyes that look upon the world with an incredibly haunting look.
Of course, it is just a legend. There is no way that such a story could be true.
Could it?
*****
This is the end of our story. cgraven and I hope that you enjoyed reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it. If you did, please feel free to check out other stories that cgraven or I may be working on. Thank you.
opensesame54321
