Chapter 3

Linda ---I watched a movie a while back. It was about a couple of lions that had terrorized the construction of a railroad in Africa. I had heard Michael Douglas’ character talk about the Maasai. A tribe in Africa that killed lions as a passage into manhood. To become a warrior, they had to kill a lion with a spear. They would then cut off its mane and wear it as a headdress. They ate the heart to capture the strength and courage of the lion. I went on the internet and studied all about the Maasai. I found a site where some of the families were selling spears of their dead ancestors. Each spear had a story. I bought the spear of “Meshack” a dead Maasai warrior who did not agree with the new ways of the Maasai. Nowadays they were protecting lions instead of killing them. I guess the Maasai had become “woke”. I also bought some red warrior beads and now I am ready.

Leona—I am never in charge anymore. The Freak can come and go as she pleases. That poor girl Linda, the one from the salon, had taken some horrible abuse and I could not stop it. I thought the Freak was going to kill her that last time. But she seemed to know just when to stop. Then it was Red’s turn. If Sam had not been there, I am sure the Freak would have hurt her badly. Red left and I did not expect to hear from her again. That would probably be for the best.

Red—Never again! Leona had been getting rougher and rougher with every date. At first it was fine with me. No marks, no blood, nothing permanent. Those were the rules. I had agreed to let Sam fuck me. I had given him blow jobs and even taken his dick up my ass. I am a lesbian, and I did not like doing those things, but I went along with the scenarios. But that is all in the past. If Sam had not been able to stop her, she would have killed me the last time. I was tied to the bed as she went wild! She kept beating my titties and I was begging her to stop. I used the safe word. She did not stop. Sam was screaming and trying to hold her. I saw the look in her eyes, it was something savage. I was terrified, scared for the first time in my life. Sam finally got through to her and she stopped. He untied me and apologized while I got dressed as quickly as I could and left. I am never going back.

But that was three weeks ago, and I am horny as hell. I am sitting in my favorite bar on the prowl. But no bull dykes tonight. I just want some one-on-one girl loving. I am off the rough stuff for a while.

Then I spotted her. Skinny, blond, small titties, shorter than me. She fits the bill. I moved to a seat near her and started a conversation. She is new in town and just looking for some loving tonight. Perfect! She has a hotel room. No need to try and sneak her into the dorm.

At the hotel she helps me undress and I help her. This is not her first time. Our love making was tender and sweet. I got off with her mouth on my clit as I sucked her pussy. This was just what I needed. I went to sleep in her arms.

I woke up in a nightmare!

The blond was standing next to the bed. She had on a red robe and red beads. In her hand was a spear and it was pointed at my chest. I started to scream, she drove it into me so hard that it went through me and into the mattress. I wanted to ask why but then everything went black.

Meshack—I killed the cub. She was sleeping but I woke her up before I killed her. I could not let the offspring of the Lioness live and one day seek revenge on me for killing her mother. Next would be the lioness herself. I did not eat this cub’s heart. She had no courage. But I would take her mane. It is beautiful and red. I will wear it proudly.

Linda—I guess I will have to deal with this scalp that Meshack brought home. He salted it and hung it on the back porch to dry. Once this is over, I will put him to sleep deep in my mind and throw that nasty thing out. But for now, I will humor him. The Lioness is next.