Chapter 9

We interrupt our regularly scheduled porn hallucination to bring the following public announcement.

WALKING SUCKS!

I'm not talking 'skip down to the stream to watch the Anue women frolicking', but sunup to sunset walking. It sucked so bad I got an epiphany about pollution, global warming, gasoline shortage, yadda-yadda-yadda from the real world--humans have a racial memory of how much walking sucked before we invented better ways to get around, like horses! How many steps could it possibly be from the wheel to the combustion engine? A hell of a lot less than from the Anue camp to the Nek hunting ground!

Combustion synonym for fuck this walking shit!

The steppes seemed to go on forever into the horizon.

The girls could have helped my mood by not being so damn cheery. The Anue women were absolutely chipper because the backpacks made the walk almost festive for them. Caryn occasionally jetted off to pick flowers; her pack was decorated with a bouquet of the things. Naris and Els wore flower wreaths which flowed from brow to breast.

Stop fucking running around, you little... cutie! I didn't yell it; I thought it really loudly. I was looking the other way, in case Caryn might be paying attention. Just because I never walked a gajillion miles in a single day did not give me permission to be mean to her!

No fucking wonder people in olden days lived and died within miles of where they had been born. Wasn't there a country that tied caribou to sleds? I did not see mooses or caribouses, but there some pretty big fucking deer around. Better yet, I could find a baby mammoth and raise it to let me play Hannibal. Riding a mammoth was probably slower than walking, but it wasn't walking!

How much farther!?! Time for a fuck break!

I lay staring at the sky.

A day and half of walking! Granted we slept (and fucked), but it was not inaccurate to say we walked for a day and half. The true horror was the steppes sloped slightly downward along our route meaning uphill on the way back.

The girls needed prep time to put their plan into action. Their ex-tribe also had a nearby water-source, giving the girls a place to clean up. I was prohibited, in a preemptive threesome drinking of my seed way, from coming near them. Neither was I allowed to clean-up, they thought being dirty would make me younger looking and less intimidating.

Their plan centered around something which came as a surprise to me. Caryn, quite willfully, misled Priest Pinhead into thinking I did not make the bears dead. The priest slanted his questions towards what he wanted to believe, making it easier for Caryn's unholy purpose. Naris and Els, floored by Caryn's deception, went along for their own reasons.

The massive lie shined a new light on Priest Dumbass. He was a coward! He believed I did not kill the bears and did not stand up to me when I chased him off. I did get the drop on him with the lance, but considering Caryn's work on him, he should have put forth a more virulent protest, especially when I pissed on his holy rag. The priest's lack of courage and woodsman skills did bring up an interesting question--how had he been able to find us?

When the girls explained their idea, I made a suggestion to improve the odd of it working. They were unsure of my addition, but being Leader came with the 'We are doing it my way!' Benefit. Their doubts disappeared after Naris put a sample together. They kept telling me I was very different from other men, but they knew Nek would have the same physical reaction I did. The difference being, Nek had not been granted the 'You are fucking me now!' Benefit.

"We're ready, Leader," Els announced.

I sat up and drank my fill. It had to be heaven, not in my wildest porn dreams could I have imagined women this fucking hot. I inspired Naris's work but taking credit would have been like a flea patting itself on the back for the dog sitting on command.

The white deer skin was the perfect touch.

They wore cave-kinis: not the fur bikinis of movies, but Victoria's Secret meets Buckskin Bob. Els's piece was a sling, sort of... kind of. The thing covered her pussy, barely, split a couple of inches above her clit (Hey! How could the girls have such perfectly trimmed pubes without a razor?), the separate strips traveled up her body to cover her nipples, and continued over her shoulders. Els turned around to show me how the strips became one again before making a beeline for her ass.

Naris's strips criss-crossed in front and back. The sling came over her pussy, along the inside line of her hips, around to the back where each side split up and down, the down strips ran between her ass cheeks, the up strips crossed and went around to front of her torso, they crossed again to cover her nipples, and met behind the neck in a bow.

Caryn wore a different style, bands of cloth instead of strips. One narrow band running across her breasts and back; another band ran around her hips; a third band went down from the hip band, around her pussy to become a strip in her ass, and joined the hip band again.

Els and Naris's only accessory was the sheathed knives on a cord around their neck. They wore their hair in ponytails tied with white buckskin cords.

Caryn wore the knife sheathe on her right hip, somehow attached to the band. Her hair was in three tails; each tail originated from a loop made by using two bear claws. Three bear teeth (the sharp pointy kind) were held in place against her forehead by a cord which went around her head. A necklace of five claws and a waist band of the five biggest teeth the girls could use finished the official Anue Priestess outfit.

The girls had explained the teeth and claws were highly prized among the tribes. Prior to devising their master plan, they tried to convince me to let them make me some caveman jewelry. I said no and gave all my cave-riches to them. Too bad for Naris and Els if they thought Caryn would let them take reclaim the materials used to make her jewelry.

"What do you think, Achilles?" Naris asked, smiling wickedly.

I adjusted myself under the loincloth and sighed. Drinking my seed had not prevented shit! Fortunately, the Anue women knew which side of the deer was buttered. They stayed out of the firing lane as six hands took care of my problem.

The walk to the Tribe Cave was long enough for my dick to have thoughts about a trifecta. I could not blame my erstwhile organ; the girls looked fabulous from behind.

They were careful to be noisy as they approached the Tribe. The men were lined up with spears in hand when the girls entered the clearing in front of the cave. A happy yell from behind them made the men jump. A woman ran through their line towards Caryn.

Oh, Momma! The resemblance was uncanny. If this was Caryn's future, I hoped my hallucination lasted years. Caryn with a more womanly shape gave my dick something new to hope for.

"No, Reia," Naris and Els said gently, blocking the woman from getting to Caryn. The move was perfectly executed so the girls must have been ready for the woman's approach.

"Caryn!" the woman pleaded, emotional pain evident in her eyes.

"Mother, please," Caryn replied. They stared into each other's eyes for a long time. Finally, Reia broke the eye contact to study her daughter. Reia's eyes widened as she took in the outfit and cave-fortune Caryn wore.

Reia inspected Naris and Els; her eyes moved from knife sheath to sheath. Reia instantly understood they had to be significant for each girl to be wearing one. Naris unsheathe her knife, held it low, and whispered something. Reia took a very deep breath. Naris put the knife away satisfied Caryn's mommy was duly impressed.

Reia looked past the girls. I met her stare. She tried to look deep into me; I allowed her to come in far enough for my smirk to be meaningful.

"You're no child!" she said.

I leaned my head to the side and raised an eyebrow. Caryn used my God status to explain away my idiosyncrasies. Once I crossed a certain point of different for the other two girls, they created a new mental category labeled 'Achilles' and let me define it instead of defining me with it. Reia actually understood part of the different immediately. Caryn, Els, and Naris turned to look at me.

The men were getting closer, endangering the girls' plan. I nodded towards the Tribe. The girls turned back to their purpose. Reia's jaw dropped at their instant obedience; her eyes goggled at Naris. Reia gave me a look of utter fascination as Caryn grabbed her hands.

"Aren't you going to welcome us to your Tribe, Mother?" Caryn said loudly. Reia's attention snapped to her daughter.

I placed Nek and Pek before studying the rest of the Tribe. The two wonder-idiots were in the back; Pek was whispering to Nek, whose avaricious eyes followed the girls as Reia led them forward.

There were more people, twenty to twenty-five, than I expected. A couple of young girls, about the same age as Caryn, giggled as they watched the procession. I only saw one child, a boy. I would missed the kid except his mother was a dick-hardener: a couple of inches taller than Naris, blond hair, clean water blue eyes, and girl-buff thick. I snorted, three women at cave, and I still wanted to play with the Caryn's mommy and the amazon. Greedy, horny bastard!

The cave-kinis were getting the job done. Every male glued their eyes to my girls. Els had it down; her cave-kini stretched taut and seemed ready to snap apart. Naris's natural elegance lent to a more subtle effect. Caryn's outfit was in direct contrast to the untouchable attitude she exuded.

Our entourage came to a halt in front of one of the dirtiest men it was ever my misfortune to smell. I cast a glance around; the men were dirty, the women freshly bathed. I scrunched my nose, thinking the Tribe must have a custom against males getting wet except during the rainy season.

"Lant, this is Achilles, Leader of the Anue," Caryn said to Stinkiest and turned to me. "Achilles, this is Lant, Leader of the Tribe."

Smelly-man was not buying it. He stared hungrily at Els as she posed with her ass perfectly curved. The strip/strips at her back separated completely from skin as she stretched the buckskin to the breaking point.

"My daughter, Naris, and... Els are now women of the Anue," Reia said to Lant. The tone of her voice made it ice-pick to the balls.

Cave-mommy-in-law is a bitch! Got it! Not that I was married or mated to Caryn, I wasn't stupid though. Whatever the girls thought of our relationship, Reia was my hot momma-in-law. I looked around as the thought, maybe I would have to deal with three mother-in-laws, made my heart skip a beat. Not seeing any females who resembled the other girls, I sighed in relief.

I put one of the two lances I carried on my shoulder to give the Tribe males a better view of it. Look how small it is compared to your humongous spears!

The girls' plan was good but not for the reason they thought. They specifically wanted Nek to take the bait. I knew their outfits would make someone jump on my lance. Either Lant would refuse to accept me as Leader of the Anue and shoot for Leader's rights on the girls; or a Tribe male would try to force one of the girls to be accommodating, a social no-no if the female was a member of a different tribe; or Nek would bite on temptation made flesh. It didn't matter to me which way it played out. Nek would die directly or become a collateral casualty.

Might decides right when there are no laws!

Caryn said something loudly. Els dropped the subtlety, getting down on all fours and arching her ass. Gak! Down boy! Naris tossed her hair, turned to give her back to Nek and Pek, spread her feet a little more than shoulder width apart, squeezed her quads and ass for a second, and relaxed. I pressed the tips of the lances to the ground and shifted to a position I could watch the most males while keeping Nek, Pek, and Lant in my field of vision.

The Tribe women felt it coming down. Buff blond knelt and hugged the boy tightly. Reia took a few steps to the side. Every Tribe female's eyes moved nervously from the Anue women, to me, to scanning the Tribe men.

The lance tip came up as Lant inched forward. Nek's shout saved his leader's life.

"I (challenge for leadership in combat) for the Anue."

Whatever was doing the translating refused to do anything with the single word the Tribe used for the ritual challenge. It also would not accept my made up words; 'I tong-fa you!' sounded good to me, though maybe in some language from the real world tong-fa meant ass fuck, which wouldn't be inappropriate in the situation either. With Nek catching, obviously.

Smelly-Man wasn't too happy with Nek. The challenge legitimized my leadership and the Anue as a tribe. Funny that, my position as Leader made the Anue a tribe. I would have thought it the other way around; a bunch of people milling around and suddenly someone says "You know, we're a tribe. Shouldn't we have a leader?"

Lant, frowning furiously, looked between Nek and me. I could tell when the right thought occurred him. His shoulders lowered; he took a step back and smiled widely at Nek. Smelly-Man planned to tong-fa Nek as soon as bitch-ass whacked me, so I could safely ignore in the short-run.

Of course, no one from the Tribe thought I could win... except the women. They noticed Caryn, Naris, and Els halted their show and took positions that placed me between Nek and them. The look in the Anue women's eyes was recognizable to anyone with brains--wolf bitches waiting for the alpha male to bring the prey to ground so they could jump in and help finish it.

The girls shadowed me, staying in the same relative position, as I moved to create room for Nek to step into an imaginary circle. Pek's eyes hated me gleefully as Nek ripped the skins off his torso to flex in what must have been meant to intimidate me. I put one of the lances behind me and rolled it out of the way. The Tribe knew nothing of swords, so I left them on in case somebody got frisky after I took care of business with fuckwad.

Pek must have had an easy time convincing his son I was just a boy with delusions of grandeur. Nek never saw who threw the lance into... come to think of it, I didn't know which of the two cave-idiots, Sham or Darek, I sword-kabobed and which I lanced like a boil. Only Caryn saw me kill the one cave-idiot, it took the bears to permanently settle the issue on my deadliness for the Anue women.

The Tribe formed a half-circle with the open part facing me. Reia walked around until she stood with the Anue. Smelly-Leader was not having a good day from the look on his face. His peeps were determined to piss him off to no end. Pek stood directly behind his son and waved his arms in a religiously ecstatic manner.

Nek roared and shook his spear at me.

"Ooga! Booga! Booga!" I shouted back. He did not look properly intimidated so I made stiff-armed, jabby motions in his direction with the lance. I swear Naris laughed. After the sound of an open hand hitting ass, she squealed.

The turd continued making loud noises and shaking the spear. It occurred to me Nek might not actually know what he was doing and had to build up the courage to do anything more that shake his big stick at me.

"Abracadabra! Chupa la cabra!" I decided not to use that one again when Nek paled.

I shifted the lance so I was holding it only in my right hand midway up the shaft. Nek moved around in his half of the circle. I moved with him to keep us perpendicular to the women behind me. He must have gotten tired of the yelling and waving. I broke the eye-contact to watch his hips. He had to cross too much distance for the hips not to signal a real intent to come at me.

Fucking son-ofDumbassyelled and raised the spear above his head before charging!

Measure distance. Too close. Skip back. Left leg forward. Stepping with the right foot, slide the lance forward in the hand.

Plant. Lock. Low Thrust. Trust the weapon, body and lance. Eyes away from the target to make sure Nek's spear stayed where expected.

Nek's momentum met the momentum of my thrust. The lance head and six inches of shaft went through his thigh. He dropped the spear and screamed. His hands reached for the lance. My wrist motion forced the other end of the lance up. Nek screamed again and fell over. I shifted my grip on the lance so I could keep pain-control over him. I kicked Nek in the face to get him completely on his back. Turdwad tried to get up so I kicked him again. It took a third kick before he adjusted to his new reality as my new lance stand.