Chapter 1: Offense and Justice

"Chief! Chief!", the breathless messenger rushes into the hut. "Chief!".

"Yes, Defo, what is it?", chief Wakuto asks from behind his desk. Yes, an honest-to-god desk, in a tribal hut, right in the middle of the freaking jungle. It even had obvious signs of paperwork on it. So what? Since Wakuto had introduced a paper-based accounting system for his tribe's "income", coupled with bonuses for hard work, productivity had gone way up, and mismanagement and loss had gone down. They didn't have the power for one of those computer things, but considering the size of the tribe he had to manage, Wakuto considered that overkill in any case. So now Defo, one of the scouts protecting the village, had come running right into his calculating the monthly gross banana production, shouting and waving, and making it impossible to concentrate. Leaning back in his chair, the chief sights and repeats his question. "What is it?"

"Chief, the Amazons, you know, the tribe beyond the river,..."

"Yes, Defo, I know - since there IS only one tribe of Amazons around here, that would probably be them."

"Right chief. Right. Well, they took three of our people! Took them right from the sugar field, and disappeared!"

"Oh my, oh my. Last time that happened, must have been almost ten years ago. My father was still chief then. They took three men, forced them to mate with them for about a month, then cut of their dicks and let their children play with them. With our people, not their dicks. With knives! We never saw any of them again. My father took three Amazons in return and had them killed in the traditional way. And that was the end of that. Well, I suppose they have to procreate somehow, and since they are a girls-only club their options are limited. And neither side wants this to become a major issue, so I guess we'll proceed as we did last time. Defo, get together a hunting party. We are going to right the balance."

"Yes chief. Right away. So we are not going to go after them?"

"No. Not a chance. So many would die in such a fight that it would destroy both our tribes. No, we will restore the balance, and that will be it."

Balance and Tradition

"Who did they take, Defo?", the chief asks. He is leading a traditional six-person hunting party - two scouts, one tracker, three hunters - and they have just left the village. Only now does he dare ask that question - too high is the temptation to change his orders and go after the lost ones in case one of them is a close friend or relative of his. But he knows he cannot afford such a course of action, so he had deliberately held back his questions until they were already under way.

"They grabbed Chuko, and Galeno and his brother. They left his sister behind, and just disappeared with them."

"Yes, well, they wouldn't need any more women, they already have enough of those", Wakuto replies with a pang of guilt - guilt over feeling relieved that he only barely knew the victims, even though he should feel the same responsibility for any member of his tribe. But emotions don't work like that. "At least I can now fully concentrate on the task at hand", he sharply calls himself to order. "Worrying about things you cannot change is a good way to screw things up that you CAN do something about", was how his father had put it. He just had to hope that the families and friends of the lost ones would accept his reasoning that they couldn't do anything for them.

"Besides, Galeno's sister is such a bitch, they wouldn't have taken her even if they needed her!", Falema, the woman acting as tracker for the hunting group, adds under her breath just loud enough to be heard but quiet enough that Wakuto can pretend not to have understood her words. While the other hunters chuckle about the comment, he can't help but think that maybe Falema might not be the most impartial observer in this case. After all, Colia - Galeno's sister - had won the competition of who of them would take Jenko as her husband. Funny enough, Jenko himself never seemed to have any say in the matter - and certainly not after he had married Colia! But still, Falema had a point about that woman.

"All right, we'll cross the river at the rope bridge downstream. I know it's not as fast as the liana crossing up ahead, but we have a better chance of surprising some of them coming from there, and we are going to need to use the bridge to bring back our own prisoners when we are done, so we might as well check out now if the Amazons left us any unpleasant surprises there - like a cut rope, for instance...".

So the small group proceeds through the jungle until they reach the river. They check the ropes that not only hold the bridge but effectively ARE the bridge very carefully, for the stream is not exactly tame at this point, and the rocks and currents would make an impromptu bath very unpleasant - especially for any bound prisoner! But the bridge seems to be in order, so they continue for some time, getting closer to the Amazon village.

Suddenly Milo, one of the two scouts, quietly returns and whispers to the others that he has found a small party of Amazons straight ahead, gathering mushrooms in a small clearing. There are five of them, but they only seem to be lightly armed with knives. "Very good", the chief decides, "let's take three of those. We wait until our other scout returns, then we split up. Three of us will circle around and take them from the far side, while the other three of us come from this side and cut off their retreat."

Half an hour later, they are in positions. The chief, with Falema and Milo, suddenly breaks out of the woods between the gatherers and their village, all pointing their bows with sharp arrows at them. Almost immediately, the other three emerge on the other side of the clearing, weapons at the ready. The Amazons, although certainly not cowards, recognising the futility of defence against ranged weapons, offer no resistance as one of the hunters steps forward. He selects three of the gatherers and strictly ties their arms behind them. Had they known what was going to happen to them, they might very well have decided to take the risk against those bows after all, but as it were, they merely followed their captors. Not a word had been spoken when the six Moarés and three Amazons started to leave the clearing and two more Amazons who had been spared.

They continue in silence back to the bridge, crossing it with some difficulty but without incident, and return to the Moaré village. "Those two others we left must have reached their tribe long ago", the chief muses as they enter their own village. "If the Amazons wanted to take their people back, they could have overtaken us before we got back here, because we were slowed by the prisoners. They didn't, so I assume that they have accepted this. Balance is restored."

Fire and Revenge

The sun has set, and the village square is only illuminated by the dancing light of a huge bonfire in its centre. Around the fire, six stakes have been rammed into the ground, and between each two, one of the captured Amazons is tied. They are bound spread-eagled, facing away from the fire, one hand and one foot fastened to the pole on either side. Sweat is glistening on their skin from the heat of the flames, despite the cooler evening air.

Chief Wakuto steps into the square a short while later, tired but satisfied. He had spent the rest of the day after the capture and counter capture dealing with the internal aftermath: Grieving and enraged families and friends, out for blood rather than simple settlement. But as the day went by, raw emotions cooled, and in the end everyone declared themselves satisfied with the current arrangement. So now Wakuto for the first time can leisurely admire the prize they brought home.

And well worth admiring they are, he decides: All three lean and muscular; one raven haired, two brown; one of the brown ones rather small chested, the other two medium sized. With a start he realises that they all lack any hair below the neck - strung up like this they are completely bare. Their skin is shining with sweat, and their positions are quite strenuous, but still they are staring proud into the distance, each one in her separate direction.

"They are called Sahita, Meena and Bunaga, in case you were wondering.", Defo said, stepping up to him. "The one with the black hair is Sahita, the one with the small tits is Meena. Bunaga is the ... er, the third one", he finishes lamely.

Wakuto had not, in fact, been exactly wondering about their names at this point, but it was still useful information to have. "Thank you."

"Sure. I asked them earlier, before we strung them up like this, when they were still in a better mood. I doubt they'd give me the position of the moon if I asked them now."

Surprised by this amount of reasoning, Wakuto compliments him on his foresight. Defo looks very pleased, and retreats grinning back to the circle in which the other villagers are slowly gathering around the fire and their three captives.

"Well, I guess it's time to get this thing started", Wakuto calls out loudly. "I'm going to explain how it's going to play out. As you all know, the Amazon tribe from across the river took three of our people: Chuko, Galeno, and his brother. We have now taken in return three of their people to restore balance in the traditional way. That means that we are going to do unto them, what their sisters are likely doing to our brothers right now! We will rape them, torture them, and possibly kill them. Yes, I know, killing them used to be mandatory, but I've decided to make it optional and dependant on how things work out. The rape and torture are not optional, of course! We will proceed with that for the next three days, which I hereby declare holidays, so nobody has to work except essential tasks. During those three days, they will mostly be tied down on the three benches over there, available to be raped by anyone who feels like it. At regular intervals, they will be taken off the benches and tied to those poles as they are now, to be tortured. Only one person can torture one captive at the same time, so I guess we'll have to form a line or something. Any questions?"

Colia, Galeno's sister, steps forward and demands "I want to go first on all three! They took my brothers! I want them to pay!"

"Well, naturally you do. But you cannot torture all three at the same time, and you wouldn't want two of them to just observe, do you?", Wakuto counters reasonably. "Tell you what, you start with Sahita here, while two others start with Meena and Bunaga, and when you are done, you can circle around to the next one and then once more. OK?"

"Fine! Just pick out two others and let's get some toys out here!", Colia replies, the dancing fire mirrored in her eyes.

Whips and Screams

With the festivities about to begin, the mood of the crowd becomes more relaxed. Colia certainly does her part for that, when she changes into a tiny loincloth made of black leather, barely covering her sex and leaving her ample breasts bare for all to admire. Torturing someone is heavy work, and she does not want to be burdened by clothing.

Colia might not be the most creative member of the Moaré tribe, but she certainly has a good claim to be the most ferocious. She lays the leather single-tail whip that she has chosen as her instrument of torture into Sahita with an enthusiasm that can only be fuelled by hatred. Lash after lash lands on the helpless captive. What she lacks in finesse, she makes up in strength. The bound Amazon struggles in vain against her restraints, her face a mask of pain, and yet also a mask of determination not to scream. She refuses to give her tormentors that satisfaction!

Colia hits Sahita continuously, strike after strike. She does not discriminate, either. One lash lands on the bound woman's left breast, barely missing the tender nipple. Another lands square across her thighs. The next, aimed from below, hits between the legs, drawing a strangled grunt from the Amazon. One more hit, this one lands on her right breast. Another hits her belly. One on the right outer thigh. Next, across both breasts. The left nipple gets caught by the whip, as the captive gasps and desperately tries to keep herself from crying out.

Pain! There is only pain for Sahita. Red, fiery rivers of pain. White hot agony. She is consumed by her pain. Yet she does not cry out. She dares not cry out! It would mean her utter defeat, the loss of the last thing she can keep from her captors. She would lose herself. So she must loose herself in the pain, embrace it. Welcome it. At first, she stops herself from flinching away from the whip. From fearing it! Now she simply waits for the next lash to fall. She expects them to fall. There. And again. And again. And the next. Pain! Glorious pain. No more fear, not more hesitation. Only pain. It fills her soul, as her body overflows. And again. And again. Her body is pain. And she embraces it. Demands it! Looks forward to it! To the next lash, filling her again with pain. And the next. Welcoming it! Her body moves to receive the hits now, welcoming them itself. As her natural chemicals flow through her body, and her acceptance and lust for the pain flow through her mind, she is almost delirious with pain and ... with pleasure!

The feeling is almost unbearable. The pain, yes. But the pleasure! Yet she must not scream! Not from pain, but not from pleasure either! She concentrates on the waves of ecstatic ... feeling ... crashing through her entire being, balancing the torture against her enjoyment of it, and her enjoyment against the pain. She is in a continuous orgasmic state - at least her mind is - riding from one high to the next. And yet, only small moans break her silence.

Fists and Moans

Meanwhile, Falema is busy entertaining Meena, the slight brunette. Falema, too, has gone with the mood and abandoned her clothing. She has not even kept on a loincloth but is entirely naked. Her slim, skinny form and short black hair give her a wiry appearance. Since she lost the contest for Jenko against Colia, she has forsaken the stronger sex and become involved with a group of other women who prefer their own company - at least, when it comes to intimacy. Yet Falema always had a slight sadistic streak, which she could never quite live out with them. She could never be as wild or as extreme as her taste demanded - but now she has the perfect victim!

Meena is no stranger to lesbian sex. After all, in an Amazon tribe, there is not much other sex to be had! So she feels little trepidation at first, when Falema drops to her knees in front of her and slowly starts licking between her legs. She starts at her thighs, and slowly, slowly works her way up toward Meena's more private parts. Her tongue traces the lines of her outer lips, caresses her clit hood, and lovingly circles around her slit. Finally, she softly spears into the opening, and starts licking in earnest.

However, after a couple of minutes - and all too soon! - she stops. Now Meena watches nervously as Falema spreads some kind of oily substance all over her hands and arms. Meena has been fisted before, so she has a pretty good idea what the substance is for, but the woman who fisted her before had smaller hands, and was very gentle and careful. Somehow, she doubts that her torturess will be quite as gentle today.

Being gentle is indeed not high on Falema's list of priorities. She does, however, like it when someone enjoys what she does to them - whether they want to or not! So she does proceed carefully at first, slowly worming two fingers into Meena's cunt, then three. Her thumb plays with the by now engorged clit, while a forth finger slides inside. Her fingers play and fiddle, and her thumb caresses and drums, and Meena forgets all about her nervousness and moans loudly at her treatment. Suddenly, Falema withdraws her hand almost entirely, forms all five of her digits like an arrow, and thrusts forward. Her wrist disappears inside the startled captive with one sudden movement, but even before the pain of the intrusion registers, Falema works her magic with her fingers again, skyrocketing Meena's arousal, so that the pain is merely an afterthought.

She now starts moving her hand in and out, intruding further inside with each forward movement, all the while moving her fingers. Meena is almost out of her mind with the intensity of the feeling - she has never before felt so filled, and all that moving and wriggling fullness is causing untold pleasure! Soon, Falema has her arm inside to the elbow, her fingers fondling the cervical entrance, and then again withdrawing almost entirely, stimulating her g-spot on the way out! The feeling is almost indescribable - Meena cannot even remember at what point her orgasm started, she is completely lost in the sensation. It is at that moment that Falema, with a cruel grin, positions her other, her left hand at the anal opening of the unsuspecting and oblivious woman and pushes fiercely inside. Meena's sphincter is so relaxed and unprepared that it does not offer much resistance, and before Meena even realises what is happening, Falema has both hands inside her body.