Posted by vorgous on May 27, 2005 at 21:10:28:
A very politically incorrect story. This time set not in the west, but in a fictional African country of Mobango. Drumith, I visualize as a Grace Jones type in movement, but muscular and full-bodied. The pygmys, while African, I visualize as sort of Munchkins. I actually don't have a visual for Verna, the main character. I'm interested, in what is liked and not liked.
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Verna -- Drumith and the Pygmys
Verna was alone and desperate in a deadly part of the Mobango jungle. Unfortunately, the group she had been guiding ignored her advice. Now they were all dead or worse -- food for a cannibal tribe that had attacked them.
Verna had survived only because she had been overlooked. Now, she was trying to make her way back to what passed for civilization in this savage, corrupt country of Mobango.
She made her way through the jungle attired in khaki trousers, shirt, and jacket. Her clothes were ripped and her body sore. Except for a hunting knife, and an abandoned machete she had found, she was weaponless.
Drumith, a nubian warrioress, was out hunting for her tribe. This black huntress was muscular and tall. She wore only a brief loincloth, secured by a thin strap which also held a hunting knife against her thigh. She was armed with a bow and arrows. The arrows were in a quiver, strapped to her back. The strap for the quiver diagonally crossed her chest, creasing the center of her right breast.
Drumith was in a grassy clearing. The sun glistened off her bald head. She heard the sound of someone approaching. She ducked behind a large tree to await. She lay her bow on the ground and removed her quiver - fully exposing her magnificent breasts. She waited, with catlike instincts, for the approach of her prey.
Verna was unaware that anyone else was nearby. As she made her way through the jungle her muscles ached. She attempted to remain alert; she knew that she remained in dangerous territory.
Drumith's pulse raced when she spotted her prey. A lone white female should make for an easy kill. The lust of the kill filled Drumith's loins. She noticed that the white female appeared to walk in pain. "So much the better," the veteran huntress thought. Drumith readied her knife and prepared to pounce upon her prey. As the female passed by the tree hiding Drumith, the nubian leaped to attack.
Unfortunately for Drumith, a twig snapped as she leaped and betrayed her presence. In that moment Verna reacted and, by instinct, side-stepped the attack. The slash of Drumith's knife missed Verna. Seeing that her attacker was a powerful nubian, Verna slammed herself into the shiny, glistening torso of the nearly naked native. Both fell to the ground. Verna desperately sought to gain control of the blade that remained grasped in her opponent's hand.
The two women wrestled on the ground. Verna had dropped her machete and was unable to get out her own knife. She remained mindful of her opponent's weapon as she struggled -- as well as of the strong animalistic scent of her powerful opponent.
Drumith cursed herself for her error. Yet she knew that she remained the stronger of the two. The battle served to heighten her blood lust, causing her nipples to harden. She needed to control the knife and wanted much to plunge it hard and deep into the female opponent.
Rolling on the ground, Verna concentrated on the vulnerable areas of her exposed adversary. Twice she kneed the bald native in the groin. The second of the two weakened the nubian's hold on the knife, and Verna saw it slip to the ground. Quickly, Verna grabbed at it.
Drumith cursed again at her misfortune. However, she would not let the white bitch take control of the blade. She smacked the white woman's arm causing the knife to arc in the air and fall several feet away. "I don't need more than my hands to defeat this bitch," Drumith thought.
Verna looked up at the strong nubian that was astride her. The nubian's face showed determination. Verna was concerned. "This magnificent warrioress is bigger and stronger than me," Verna thought, "Her determination is apparent even from her erect nipples. If I don't come up with something I am doomed." Verna tried to squirm out from under the powerful native.
Drumith, too, realized that the advantage was hers. "The white devil is no match for me," the proud huntress thought. The nubian raised her arms high above her head, clasped her hands together, and readied herself to bring down a hard, fast blow to Verna's head.
In desperation, more than anything else, Verna used her last remaining strength to bring her head up and ram it it hard into the nubian's chest. The native was caught off-guard by the head butt into her exposed naked breasts. The moment was all Verna needed to push the native off-balance and to roll away.
Verna though was weakened and out of breath. She lay for a moment on her back to try to regain some strength.
Drumith did not wait. She saw a large rock nearby and picked it up with both hands. Lifting it high over her head she approached the white interloper, readying herself to crush the woman's skull with the rock.
Verna saw the nearly naked nubian approach and tower over her. Then Verna remembered her own hunting knife. With a quick motion she pulled it from her belt and with the strongest underhand motion that she could muster, she threw it at the ebony huntress towering above her.
Drumith stared in disbelief at the knife embedded deep in her belly. She staggered, and the heavy rock fell harmlessly to the ground behind her. Blood streamed from the wound. With her fading strength, she pulled the knife out and prepared to strike the white explorer with it. Her fierce face was etched with determination. With knife in hand she prepared to pounce on and gut her adversary.
Then, unexpectedly, Drumith felt a sharp sting. Looking down, she saw a blow tube dart sticking out of her left breast. Then, just as suddenly, another one appeared between her breasts. Drumith could feel the deadly poison take affect. She staggered.
Just before falling to the ground, Drumith noticed twenty or so naked male pygmys appear from out of the jungle. These little people were running about and making all sorts of chattering noises. Most of them had erections; three of them had blow dart tubes.
Verna could not believe her eyes. Numerous small black pygmys were swarming around. Several surrounded her. Others surrounded the nubian warrioress, who had fallen face forward to the ground. These pygmys started touching and groping the fallen native. One stripped the nubian of her loincloth, waved it in the air, jumped astride her buttocks and started humping her. Others seemed to be fondling the naked female's legs and arms.
When the first one was done humping, another took his place. As Verna watched, a few of the pygmys, chattering all the while, turned the nubian over so she was face up. Then still others took turns satisfying themselves with her and rubbing her blood over themselves. While one humped her, another sat atop her upper chest, lifted her bald head, opened her mouth, and put his privates inside it. Still another, having removed the broken darts, lay crosswise atop her breasts. And others were using the limp nubian's hands and feet to satisfy themselves.
Drumith was not entirely oblivious to the degradation and humiliation she was suffering as she lay dying. Her mortal knife wound, and the poisoned darts had left her helpless and half-paralyzed. Nevertheless, she could feel the abuse to her once-proud body by the horde of pygmys. She could feel the orgasms and ejaculations over and in her. She could smell the musty pygmys violating her body. And, when she died, unable to defend herself as a warrioress should -- she died in shame.
Verna watched in horror -- feeling nothing but disgust. Even though, only minutes before, this nubian and Verna had been locked in mortal combat no one deserved the abuse and obscene molestation of intertwined pygmy flesh piled upon each other and her body.
Verna also knew that unless she acted she would not be spared the same indignities. While several of these naked little natives were all over the nubian, several more were moving closer and closer towards Verna, some holding their erect penises, and all with devious smiles as they chattered away.
Verna saw her fallen machete out of the corner of her eye. She had also begun to regain some of her strength. She waited for her chance.
Gibord was excited at this white-skinned female. "Let the others waste their seed on the dead black female, this white female, she the one I want," Gibord thought, "and I want to be first." Gibord edged closer and closer, and readied himself to be the first to jump on and get the first and best spot.
"Now or never," Verna thought. She grabbed at the legs of the pygmy closest to her and jumped to her feet. Using the pygmy as a weapon, she began swinging him around, colliding him into several other pygmys. Pygmys were knocked to the ground and sprawled all over the clearing.
Gibord had realized his mistake almost as soon as he felt the hands grab his feet. Before he could react he was lifted in the air and being spun about. He collided against one tribesman, and then another. In a blur, he saw his arms knock Triyod over. Gibord closed his eyes just before his face smacked full force against Hiptoo's hard, erect penis, and literally broke it. Gibord's own pain multiplied as he was spun into the bodies of pygmy after pygmy.
Verna was now near the machete. There were pygmys sprawled all around, including three who had had blow dart tubes. The only ones not dazed were the ones too busy satisfying themselves on the dead nubian to notice Verna's attack. Spinning the pygmy in her hand one last time around she let go of him then grabbed her machete.
Gibord felt himself propelled through the air. The human missile saw the trunk of a large tree loom larger and larger and then he hit it head first. The force broke his neck and he crumbled to the ground.
Verna had the machete in her hand. A few of the naked pygmys had recovered enough to start charging towards her. Verna swung the machete, slicing it first into the naked flesh of one, then into another. One pygmy, whose member was still full erect, was decapitated -- his head went flying in one direction as the rest of him fell backwards on the ground with his unsatisfied penis jutting upwards into the air.
Another, Fritod, grabbed one of the blow tubes, loaded it, and readied himself to shoot a dart at Verna. As Verna slashed the torso of one pygmy, she reached out with her free hand and grabbed Fritog's erect member. Then she squeezed the penis hard, half-twisted it clockwise, and lifted Fritog off the ground. The pained pygmy inhaled in agony, swallowing the poisoned dart. He dropped the blow tube, and Verna let go. The half-paralyzed pygmy, fell eyes wide open in agony, stood for a moment, then toppled face forward onto the ground.
Black naked pygmys were sprawled about littering the area. Those not dead or unconscious (or oblivious because they were desecrating the nubian) were squirming and clutching their wounds. They were in too much pain to fight Verna.
Verna turned her attention to the pygmys atop and intertwined with each either and the naked dead nubian. The randy pygmys were like scavengers picking at carrion.
Verna's first machete slash struck across the back of a pygmy humping Drumith's body. He arched up, shuddered, and then collapsed face down on the nubian's dead flesh A second slash severed the head of the pygmy who was sitting astride the nubian and sliding Drumith's mouth up and down his member. Blood sprayed out his neck momentarily, then he fell forward over the nubian's face. Similarly, and in short order, Verna disposed of the remaining pygmys desecrating the nubian's body. In disgust, Verna picked up one naked pygmy corpse and threw it aside. Using her boot, she kicked the decapitated pygmy away from Drumith. Similarly, she used her boot to roughly push off of Drumith's body the pygmy who had been humping her and the others who had been using her corpse to satisfy themselves.
Then Verna surveyed the scene. The ground was littered with dead, dying, and wounded pygmys. Those not dead moaned in their agonies. Surprisingly, there were both alive and dead pygmys with erections. Verna noticed Drumith's bow and arrows and took it. Then she continued on her way towards civilization.