The Tribe

THE TRIBE

By C

Part III

Tom followed Lisa to the same large hut he had taken Frank’s body. This time, however, when entering, he saw a great deal of activity. Women were busily engaged at all of the tables butchering men’s bodies, and other bodies that had been field dressed hung upside-down from meat hooks. Their open eyes gave the appearance of waiting patiently for their turn to come while being oblivious of their nakedness providing unobstructed degrading views of the underside details of dangling penises and plump scrotums.  Tom, however, was not given a great deal of time for observing what, to him, was a profound scene of unbelievable magnitude. In seeing Lisa, one of the women pointed to a large bloodstained woven basket and said, “It’s ready to go.” Lisa told him get the basket, but when he reached it he almost throw up in seeing it filled with arms severed above the elbows and legs above the knees with hands and feet still attached. But he had no choice but to steel himself and pick up the basket with its grisly contents, and follow Lisa from the hut.

They left the village and started down a path lined with flowers. When the basket started getting increasingly heavy, Tom said, “Is it permissible to ask where we’re taking this mistress?” “We’re going to feed some animals that we look upon as being sacred.  Lower arms and legs are the only parts of the male body that leaves something to be desired, but Natasha and Samantha don’t seem to mind at all. “If they can eat this much, they must be must be very large,” he said and then, after a pause, added, “sacred? Are these animals lions?” “Very good,” Lisa said, “although ‘lionesses’ is more appropriate. You’re not all that stupid when your cock isn’t doing your thinking – for a slave that is.”

Tom was straining with his load when they finally reached their destination that was located at the base of a high cliff. A large enclosure formed by a stone wall extending from the bottom of a deep mote and, although only rising a few feet above the ground on the outside, it made an effective barrier.  There was also a section of grandstand style seating similar to what he had sat in the first night.

                

Large rocks lay plied at the base of the cliff, and a few trees in the enclosure provided shade from hot sun. But there were no female lions to be seen. It was only when looking closer that Tom noticed the opening of a cave in the cliff between a gap in the rocks. Above the opening, hanging from a large rope, was a gate made from heavy wooden bars whose purpose was obviously to be lowered when the lions were inside and provide safe entry into the enclosure.

Lisa took a horn made from a conk shell from a post and blew into it. Several minutes later, two large lionesses ambled from the cave and walked to the edge of the moat opposite to where Tom and Lisa were standing. “That’s Natasha and Samantha, start throwing the meat across,” she said. “Yes mistress,” he replied and in spite of feeling an eerie type of nauseous sickness, he started throwing men’s severed limbs across the mote which the lionesses were soon gorging themselves on. In watching the hard to believe scene, a chill went through Tom in realizing that, one day, it would be his arms and legs that these female lions would be gorging themselves on. “Aren’t they magnificent,” Lisa said in a tone of pride, “I love to watch them enjoying a meal.”

As they were returning to the village, Tom became increasingly despondent in seeing Lisa’s cheerful mood. In spite of all that had occurred, he still found it difficult to envision this beautiful young woman who had an outward appearance of soft, feminine innocence could, in fact, be capable of unbelievable cruelty to such extent that she viewed human males as being mere playthings to be used for pleasure which, amongst other things, included brutally torturing their sex organs and then savagely and painfully raping them multiple times. And, of far more consequence, when tiring of them, being discarded as though having no value whatsoever other than to be slaughtered for meat.

When reaching the village, they went by the cook hut where Lisa got a bowl of cooked meat for herself and one containing the usual of coconut and dried pork for Tom. When they were inside the hut with her sitting at the table and he on the floor, she held up a chunk of meat and said, “This is part of your friend’s rump. I bet he used to talk about getting a piece of ‘ass’ from a women, and now a woman is getting a piece of his ass in a way he would have never have imagined in his wildest dreams. With this, Lisa broke out in a fit of laughter, and, in being fearful of upsetting her, Tom pretended to join in even though he felt no amusement whatsoever.

After their meal, Lisa ordered Tom to lay on the mat so he could be tied. This time, even though a wave of dread sweep over him, he quickly complied. In seeing the look of fear on his face, she said, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you this time, I have to go out, and slaves are never left alone without being tied. You’ll be spending a great deal of time like this so I would advise trying to get used to it. With this said she tied him securely and left the hut.

It was late afternoon when Lisa returned – again carrying two wooden bowls. After being untied, she handed Tom a bowl which held what had become his usual meal. She sat down, picked up a thick mounded slab of cooked meat from her bowl, and said, “This is the last of your friend.” She did not mention which part of the body the meat had been taken, but it was hardly necessary since a small strutted nipple in the center made identity obvious. The enthusiastic manner in which Lisa ate Frank’s breast, although saying nothing, left little doubt that that she was finding it to be extremely delicious. She saved the strutted nipple for last by eating around it and, after also being eaten, she wiped her mouth with the back of a hand and said, “You’re friend turned out to be quite tasty, it’s too bad that there’s none of him left. Now go lay on the mat.

In having no choice but to obey, Tom was soon once again laying spread-eagle and helpless. Lisa looked intently between his legs and said, Your balls look somewhat better, but they’re still swollen – especially the one on the left. Tom uttered a loud moan when she did no more than reach down and cup his scrotum in her hand. “Well,” she said, “it looks you get the night off, so enjoy it because I can assure you they will be few and far between.

Her words proved to be true when the following night found her excitedly enjoying listening to his agonizing screams and watching him buck and thrash as she unmercifully lashed his tightly tied scrotum and erect penis before again being raped multiple times. In the days that followed, the activity became a dreaded and extremely agonizing routine. Tom didn’t know what to expect when, after a week had passed, Lisa came in the hut and, after being untied, followed her toward the hut that was used for butchering men’s bodies. They were walking behind it when Lisa said, “we’re almost out of meat we took in the hunt so we have so start putting down slaves again. I always find this exciting to watch, and it gets me extremely hot.”

The first thing that occurred to Tom was that the term ‘being put down’ didn’t exactly apply to the incredible scene he found himself being confronted with. Six naked men were hanging upside-down with spread legs suspended from a heavy overhead wooden beam. Their eyes displayed looks of extreme fear, but in knowing that pleading for mercy would not only be futile, but could result in suffering a far more excruciating death, they remained silent. A woman wearing an apron and carrying a large knife, walked to the nearest man, grabbed a handful of hair, pulled his head back, and casually slit his bared throat from ear to ear while being careful to stand aside and avoid being splattered be a thick gush of blood. She did not hesitate in continuing down the row until the others had received the same treatment.

In spite of being shocked and dismayed, Tom found himself experiencing a strange feeling of eerie fascination when seeing the bodies starting to convulse violently and causing dangling penises and scrotums to flop and jounce as spurts of blood coming from slit throats slowed to steady streams running into wooden tubs. To Tom, it seemed a long time for the convulsions to become shudders and then twitch a few times before hanging motionless with open eyes staring blankly ahead. He continued to have an eerie feeling as he found himself unable to keep from looking at the men’s abdomens being cut open and disemboweled until being able to see glistening interiors of empty cavities in what, in spite of being human males, had truly become carcasses.

When the limp bodies had been carried inside, Lisa’s eyes flashed with excitement as she grabbed Tom’s arm and roughly pulled him toward their hut. He was soon thrashing and screaming in agony as her small whip lashed his rigid penis and scrotum, helplessly tied in the usual manner, far longer and more severely that any previous time except for possibly the first. The same could be said for the ferocity in which he was raped again and again. 

  The following day, Tom noticed Lisa having an enthused look on her face when she came into the hut, picked up a leather bag with some type of object in it and, after being untied, told him to come with her. He quickly complied and followed her to an area that had an overhead beam attached between two trees. Two long leather straps hung from steel rings fastened to the beam, and two stakes were driven in the ground underneath it. Tom was somewhat surprised to see a full length mirror leaning against a nearby tree. He felt extremely apprehensive when Lisa ordered him to stand between the stakes and spread his legs as far as possible, but by now, he knew to obey any command without hesitation.

His apprehension increased when Lisa securely tied his feet to the stakes and tied the leather straps that hung from the steel rings to his wrists. She then pulled the straps tight and tied the ends to the nearby trees – leaving him standing spread-eagle in a vertical position which caused him to become even more apprehensive. It didn’t help matters when he saw that a number of women had wandered over and were looking at him with amused expressions on their faces.

The purpose of the mirror became apparent when he noticed it had been placed at an angle where he could see Lisa standing behind him and realized that it would enable her to have a clear view of his front. His apprehension turned to extreme dread when he saw her reach in the leather bag and withdraw a whip similar to the one used to punish his cock and balls except that the leather straps were much longer, wider and thicker. He started to brace himself for what he knew would come, but the  lash came so quick, he was unprepared and jerked violently while uttering a loud scream as a wave of searing pain exploded in his shoulders that felt as though gasoline had been poured on them and set ablaze.

The lashes came with increasing force and frequency that caused Tom to scream continually as he violently jerked and withered in excruciating pain while being oblivious of the women that were watching becoming almost hysterical from laughing at his amusing and humiliating antics - especially at those of his franticly flopping penis and wildly jouncing bulges within is scrotum. In hearing the intensity of his screams and, in the mirror, seeing his body jerking in intense pain along with observing the exciting and extremely amusing activity taking place between his legs, Lisa found her adrenalin surging which resulted if her blows becoming even more ferocious. It was only when he was hanging limp in a semi-conscious state that she reluctantly stopped her exhilarating attack. Even though the whip, like the smaller one, did not break his skin, Tom’s entire back and buttocks were the color of a boiled lobster. When the other women had left, Lisa sat in front of him and amused herself by playfully batting his limp penis back and forth while waiting for him to recover.

“What did I do that was wrong, mistress?” Tom gasped later as he stumbled after her. “You did nothing wrong,” Lisa said cheerfully.” It’s not only extremely exciting to whip a slave into limp submission, but it gets me very hot so I guess you know what awaits when we get back to the hut.”

Tom did indeed know, and although his entire back was extremely painful, when reaching the hut, he meekly submitted to being tied spread-eagle while laying on it and having to endure yet another prolonged assault by the smaller but still extremely painful whip that was being used unmercifully due to Lisa having become frustrated in finding that, in not giving him sufficient time to recover from of his totally exhausted and weakened state, none of her wide variety of erotic manipulations were able to induce a response in his flaccid penis.  It was for this reason that, even though the severity of his excruciating punishment caused him, this time, to indeed pass out completely, he was spared the ordeal of being raped multiple times. In being unconscious, however, he did not receive any pleasure that might have been derived in seeing Lisa having to use the tanned skin of a man’s penis that had been stuffed in an erect state to relieve a fire that had been raging between her legs.

In the days that followed, in addition to suffering the usual prolonged and painfully agonizing nightly ordeals, he was again taken out and unmercifully lashed a few more times. And, in addition to carrying meat to feed Natasha and Samantha, he was forced to watch more slaves being ‘put down’ and six others suffering indescribable horrors while being spited and roasted alive. As a result, he became increasingly resigned to what he knew awaited him, and, although having no desire to die,  if he only could keep from being put on a spit, he felt no fear of it coming in a way that not only would be quick, but would bring an end to his daily suffering.

He was lying on the mat, tied in his usual degrading spread-eagle position, one day when Lisa came in the hut with her face beaming with pride. “Well slave,” she said, “it looks like I won’t be eating your cock and balls after all. The high priestess has selected you to be sacrificed to ‘Aria’ in our annual ceremony of paying tribute to her for all she has bestowed upon us. It’s a great honor to have one’s slave chosen for this sacred purpose, and in a way, it’s an honor for you also. Tom’s mind was in a daze as he said, “Sacrificed? Do you mean like being tied to an altar and having a ceremonial dagger plunged into my heart?”  “Goodness no!” she said with a laugh, “that would be extremely primitive. You will be eaten alive by Natasha and Samantha.”

A wave of dismay flooded through Tom. He had become resigned to accepting death, but in a manner that would be quick and fairly painless. He had also accepted his body being cooked and eaten by women to such a point that, when being contemplated, it actually started having a strange type of erotic appeal to it – especially when picturing Lisa eating his roasted cock and balls which, at times, had even caused him to become erect. But being resigned to accepting a quick death was far different than accepting one that would surely be extremely savage and painful. 

“I know that you don’t want this, but, if it’s any help, it gives you a reprieve for a few weeks,” Lisa said. “I’m leaving on another expedition in the near future to get more slaves and was going to have you put down tomorrow. Also, you will no longer be my slave after I leave. You will belong to the high priestess where you will be pampered in a manner to make you worthy of being offered as a sacred sacrifice to our goddess.”

For the next few days, Tom could not get the fear of what lay ahead out of his mind even when Lisa started treating him in a different manner. She no longer subjected him to excruciating cock and ball torture and, although he was still being raped multiple times with his penis tied in an erect state, it was not only being done with less ferocity, but in a manner that almost seemed to be somewhat passionate.

Several days later, Lisa came in with two priestesses and told him she was leaving on her expedition but would be back before the time came for him to be sacrificed. When Lisa left, he followed the priestesses to the large ceremonial hut where he was locked in a cage comprised of wooden bars. When seeing it at a distance, the first thing that came to his mind was that being locked in it did not fit his definition of being pampered but, when coming closer and seeing a comfortable looking cot instead of a mat with steel rings at the corners, he could not deny it would be a marked improvement over living in Lisa’s hut. There were was also a table and chair which meant he would no longer have to eat while sitting on a hard floor.

The first thing Tom did after being locked in the cage was to lay on the cot and relish a comfort he had almost forgotten. Further proof that his conditions had indeed improved came a short time later when he was brought a meal that, instead of being a bowl with a meager amount of coconut and dried meat,  was a platter of delicious looking tropical fruit and thick slices of roast  pork.

That night, he slept in comfort for the first time since being taken captive, and when waking the following morning he saw another fruit and roast pork laden platter waiting for him on the table.  When he finished his meal, two extremely beautiful young apprentices came and took him to a elaborately furnish room that had a large stone alter in the center being lit by a flaming torch at each corner. Even though remembering what Lisa had told him, he was somewhat apprehensive about climbing on the altar and laying on its cold surface. His apprehension  remained when he was tied in a spread-eagle position and then increased when seeing the high priestess enter and come toward him. But, instead of plunging a ceremonial dagger in his heart, she held up a bowl of scented oil and, after singing a lengthily chant, poured it over him and departed.

The two lovely young apprentices came up and, after tying a wire tightly around his penis just below the head, started rubbing the oil into his body. The reason for the wire tie became apparent when one of them started rubbing it into to his genitals and, in spite of the highly erotic excitement being caused, he was unable to become erect. When they finished, his entire body glistened in reflecting a reddish glow from flaming torches. 

The apprentices then left, and the high priestess entered once again only, this time, she was accompanied by a court of six priestesses. The high priestess and her court formed a circle around the altar and started singing chants that lasted for over two hours. When the ritual finally ended, he was untied and taken back to his cage where he found another delicious meal awaiting him.

The routine became a daily ritual and, although he was indeed being pampered and not mistreated, he was unable to get the dread of knowing what lay ahead from his mind. It even reached a point where he found himself regretting being chosen for this purpose even though it would mean he would now be dead and his cooked flesh having become that of many women including his cock and balls being a permanent part of Lisa‘s body. But, at least it would be over and he would be unable to feel fear for what lay ahead – or, for that matter, be unable to feel anything at all.

It was only gradually that Tom was able to bring himself to contemplate gruesome details of what he though would happen. In so doing, he recalled watching televised nature shows of lionesses killing and eating zebras, antelope, and other animals. And, in spite of scenes indeed being gruesome, he remembered that most of the kills appeared to have been made quickly and that the grisly activity only came after the animals were dead. If this happened to him, then the agonizing suffering he was dreading would never occur. He did not like thinking about his body being savagely torn apart, but, when looking at it in a realistic manner, if he was dead when it happened, it really didn’t matter one way or another.

It was in this way that Tom became resigned to accepting his fate to such an extent that, when thinking of Lisa one day, he found himself being amused in wondering how she truly felt about being deprive the pleasure of eating his cooked balls and especially his cock which she had said, on numerous occasions, was the most fantastic and unbelievable delicacy that could be imagined. He knew her opportunity to eat those of another man would only occur if she were successful in making a kill in the hunt that would follow returning with a new group of captives, but if not she would have to wait until deciding to have her new slave being put down. Tom actually found himself chuckling when thinking that her decision for the fate for this poor fellow might well come much sooner than usual.

When over three weeks of being pampered passed, a day came in which, when laying tied on the stone alter, Tom had no reason to suspect being any different until the apprentices starting rubbing his body with fat instead of scented oil. In spite of having come to accept his impending fate, he couldn’t help experiencing a wave of fear in realizing the day had finally arrived.

After the high priestess and her court sang chants that had become familiar but would never be heard again, he was carried, while sitting in a chair, behind the high priestess and others in a slow procession down the path that led to what, for him, would be his final destination. In arriving, the grandstand style seats were filled with women that, this time, had no slaves with them. When the chair was lowered, Lisa came up to him, reached for his hand, and in a remarkably gentle voice said, “You need to come with me Tom.”

In spite of his fear, he couldn’t help being surprised in not only hearing her using his name instead of being called ‘slave’, but in her taking his hand in a warm manner as though regarding him as actually having human value, but he couldn’t keep his knees from trembling as he walked with her over a wooden bridge that had been placed over the mote and toward four stakes that had been driven in the ground while noticing that the wooden gate had been lowered over the cave entrance. He felt a tight knot forming in his stomach when he submissively lay on his back and spread his arms and legs that Lisa, using leather straps, tied securely to the stakes. “Goodbye Tom,” she said when turning to leave, “I will remember you as being my favorite slave whose noble sacrifice bestowed upon me a great honor.”

Although her remarks had been said with sincerity, Lisa felt no conflict in feeling a building of excitement when walking back across the bridge and taking a seat that provided an excellent view of Tom’s spread-eagle body. She had always become caught up in a mesmerizing thrill when watching these sacred sacrifices, and this one was proving to be no exception. In fact, if what she was feeling was any indication, knowing him with such familiarity would only serve to greatly increase the excitement of watching it taking place.

A low mummer coming from the stands stopped when the high priestess and her entourage crossed the bridge, walked solemnly toward Tom and, with her standing at his head and the others forming a circle around him, raised her arms, gazed at the sky, and said in a loud voice, ‘Oh goddess ‘Aria’, we, your humble servants, ask you to accept this sacrifice as an offering to your mighty greatness and beseech you to continue bestowing your bountiful blessings upon us.”  She then uttered a rhythmic chant that was answered, in like manner, by the priestesses and the women in the stands. This continued back and fort for over an hour before coming to an end. When the high priestess and the others crossed the bridge, it was pulled across and set aside.

Tom soon became acutely aware that he was the center of attention to a large group of women who not only were looking at him laying naked and helpless, but would soon watch him being killed and eaten by female lions. Yet, in spite of his fear, he started experiencing a strange type of excitement that became increasingly erotic, but then a wave of chagrin passed through him when he felt his penis starting to tingle. In a desperate attempt to keep from humiliating himself, he tried to focus on visualizing lionesses ripping flesh from his mangled body but, instead of having the desired effect, it only increased the rate of growth. It was not long until the sound of women laughing made it apparent that the activity between his widespread legs was being noticed, which not only increased his embarrassment, but became acute when realizing he had become fully erect.

The humiliating laughter became so loud that Tom failed to hear the gate being pulled up and, in so doing, did not comprehend the reason for the sounds of feminine gaiety fading into silence until hearing a low growl. He looked around and, with an extreme shock, saw the huge face of a female lion only several feet away. He quickly shut his eyes and tried to brace himself for being savagely attacked and, hopefully, killed quickly but unfortunately, at least for him, Natasha and Samantha knew their prey was helpless and, therefore, felt no need for a sudden and deadly attack.

When nothing happened, Tom opened his eyes and saw both lionesses standing motionless and gazing at him. They certainly didn’t appear to be the wild and savage beast he had expected, and the first thought that occurred to was that maybe they were tame, and that all of this was nothing more than an elaborate rouse, but he quickly dismissed this notion. He had witnessed far too much unbelievable brutality being inflected on cowed and helpless men to think they would go to such length merely to play some type of cruel trick. His next thought was that the lions were simply not hungry but, when preparing for an annual and highly sacred ritual of human sacrifice, would not the women make sure that the lions had not been recently fed?

All further speculation vanished when Samantha lay down and draped a huge paw across Tom’s face and chest as though waiting for something which was exactly the case. In not being the dominant of the pair, Samantha always let Natasha be the first to act even when, as it was now, she appeared to be in no hurry. Natasha’s first move was to sniff between Tom’s legs who, in feeling her breath on his genitals, could feel his penis, which had become semi-erect, getting rigid again. Even though his fear remained, excitement surged within when he felt her licking his penis and scrotum. He had not ejaculated for over three weeks and, therefore, it didn’t take long for him to feel the beginning stages of a rapidly building orgasm.

It might have been no more than coincidence, but when the first jet of semen spewed from his penis, it appeared that Natasha took this as a signal to open her mouth, take his scrotum and squirting erection within, and sink her sharp fangs deep within his lower abdomen. Tom uttered a shrill scream as a wave of excruciating pain exploded in his pelvis that was intensified when being lifted and jerked violently as Natasha shook her head back and forth in an attempt to separate his manhood from his body. She succeeded as the final spurts of semen mixed with blood gushed from the flared head of his penis, and it was only moments after his buttocks and arched body had fallen heavily to the ground that his severed penis and scrotum slid smoothly down her gullet.

In seeing Natasha finally taking action, Samantha bounded up and, with extended claws, easily ripped open Tom’s abdomen - pulling out part of his intestines in the process.  His shrill screams continued unabated from suffering agony of such extreme that it would have been thought impossible for a human to endure and remain conscious. But, conscious he did indeed remain as Natasha sunk her teeth into a leg and, after a few hard jerks and tugs, succeeded in ripping off a large, bloody piece of upper thigh while Samantha was gorging herself on internal organs. And still, he remained conscious and continued to struggle until both began to subside somewhat from weakness being caused by loss of blood. This occurred only after Natasha had torn more large chunks of bloody meat from his thighs and Samantha had empted his abdomen, but, although becoming weaker, he still cried out and struggled when Samantha raked her claws across his chest and ripped it open to such extent that it exposed his fluttering but still beating heart.

The movement of his heart attracted her attention and, after nosing it several times, she opened her mouth and sank her sharp teeth deep into it. Tom had been vaguely aware of feeling something touching his heart but then everything plunged into total darkness as though flipping a switch. Tom had no awareness of the latter, however, for the same reason he had no awareness of no longer suffering pain - in no more time than the blink of an eye, Tom had changed from a living being into one that was dead.

Lisa had never become so enthralled and excited while watching a slave being sacrificed. It was, in part, caused by him having been her personal slave and, therefore, someone she had known quite well, but the primary cause came from the thrill of hearing screams of an intensity and duration far exceeding any she had heard during any previous sacrifice while watching his body being violently jerked and torn apart. The most vivid and intense of these had come when watching his penis and scrotum being savagely ripped from his arched body. Surely, no sacrifice had ever lived this long or suffered such extreme agony. There was even excitement in watching him being eaten while no longer living with his open mouth and unseeing eyes expressing the horror and anguish being felt when death finally came. She was pleased to see that his head had not been severely damaged so she would still be able to put his scull over her door.

Lisa only left when Natasha and Samantha had fallen asleep on a bloodstained patch of grass while laying contently beside the remnants of what was left of Tom’s body that, other than his head, consisted primarily of splintered bones with raged chunks of red meat attached. Her excitement remained intense as she hurried to her hut, and, when entering, looked excitedly at her new slave tied spread-eagle on the floor.

Shortly afterward, he was screaming and thrashing wildly as Lisa, her eyes flashing with delight and excitement, was using her leather whip to lash his bouncing penis and scrotum with a fierceness that not only exceeded any he had previously experienced, but was lasting far longer. The same held true for the ferocity and number of times he was later raped with her final and most powerful exploding orgasm coming while vividly         picturing and recalling the delightful and exciting sounds of Tom’s horrific screams as his sex organs were being brutally ripped from his arched body.

In bringing this narrative to a close, it is suggested that the reader envision Lisa’s hut, with Tom’s grinning scull over the door, slowly receding and becoming increasingly smaller until fading in the distance.

The End