Anthropology

Chapter 5

“Charity’s aunt was very impressed with you,” said Jill.  The three of them were on their first of three flights that would take them near the island.  The last leg of their journey would be by boat.  Anna was in the middle seat and Jill and Emily flanked her on either side.

“Her aunt?” asked Anna.

“Yes, Janice said you were wonderful.”

“Her aunt is her mistress?” gasped Anna.  “Wow!”

Jill laughed.  “Yeah, I know.  Most people are shocked.  But they have a very special and very loving relationship.”

“I just love it when Janice captures me,” said Emily, reaching over and cupping one of Anna’s breasts in her hand.  Anna immediately slapped the offending hand away and glared at Emily.  “She’s so loving and considerate.  It’s hard to believe that she’s a dominant.  Charity is lucky to be owned by her.”

“Hmmm,” said Jill.  “So does that mean that you would prefer to be owned by her, girl?  I could always sell you.”

Emily gasped.  “Oh, no, Mistress.  Please don’t even consider anything like that.  I love being owned by you.  I wasn’t comparing to you.  I was comparing to the other dominants.”  Emily continued to babble until Jill finally told Anna to kiss her to shut her up.  Anna did but glanced around furtively before she did that to see if anyone was watching.  She sure hoped that they could not hear either.

Anna turned to Jill.  “Dr. Wallings, why were you in the hunt?  I mean why were you hunted instead of hunting?”

“We all had to get ready for the trip,” Jill replied.  “I figured it would be good practice.  And by the way, you should call me Jill until we get back to school.”

“Oh,” Anna said.  “Sure.  Can I ask you about your time on Saturday night?”

Jill laughed.  “Sure.  And then we’ll have Emily tell us about hers.  A master named Jack bagged me.  He always used to try to hunt me down when I was a slave.  And he hadn’t caught me in over a year since I haven’t been in any hunts.  So when he saw that I was prey that day, he made it his goal to catch me.  I guess he’s one of my most avid admirers.”

“He’s pretty good,” she continued.  “He doesn’t have any extreme kinks.  He just likes to bind a girl; make them helpless and then fuck them silly.  But he always gives me plenty of orgasms so I always come away happy.”

“Doesn’t your husband get jealous or upset when you have sex with others?” asked Anna.

“I don’t think so,” replied Jill.  “He had better not with the way he’s been screwing you and Emily.”  This caused Emily to giggle.

“Besides,” Jill went on.  “It’s still a lot better than when he and I were slaves.  He absolutely hates gay sex and my owner, our owner, was constantly fucking his ass or making him give blow jobs.  He’s much happier now that he can just screw women.  He caught a girl on Saturday and seemed to come away very contented.”

They landed in Los Angeles and then had dinner.  The three of them slept through most of the second leg which took them to Manila.  The last leg took them to an island near Papaluana.  They spent the night there and then took a boat the next morning to their final destination.

The chief and his entourage met the boat when it arrived.  His other katauha was with him along with his son and several of the warriors and their women.  Jill was the first off the boat.  She went to him and kissed his spear which he held casually.  Then she quickly removed her clothes and knelt.

“Greetings, my great leader,” she said to him in Incunu as she kept her head bowed.

“Greetings, my leopard,” he said with a smile.  The women of the tribe were extremely attractive with creamy, toffee colored skin and beautiful figures and faces.  But it was the body of his Leopard Girl that he craved.  “You have lost your spots again.”

Jill sighed.  “Yes, my lord.  Spots do not do well where I live.”

“Then you should live here,” he said.  “Leopards need their spots.”

In the meantime, Emily and Anna had shed their clothes.  It was a pretty easy task.  They had each worn only a pair of jeans, a cotton blouse and sandals.  It was Anna’s idea.  Underwear would just be one more thing to keep track of and she said that they should not introduce something like a bra into the culture.  Now, they stood at the water’s edge, awaiting instructions from Jill.

Jill ignored the chief’s comment about her living with the tribe permanently.  “I have brought you a gift, my lord.”

“I love gifts,” he said.  “But the return of my katahua is enough of a present.”

Jill signaled to the two girls and, on cue, they came forward, kneeling on either side of her and slightly behind.  “I have brought my katahua again.  The other girl is named Anna.  She is a gift for you.”

Anna sucked in her breath.  Where did that come from?  Jill had not said anything about that.  Anna had read all of Jill’s notes and assumed that she would just belong to one of the harems that the warriors looked over.  What would it mean to belong to the chief?

“It is a beautiful gift,” smiled the chief.  “I will treasure it always.  I know just what I will do with the girl.”

Jill giggled.  “I know just what you will do with her too, my lord.”

The chief laughed.  “Yes, that too.  But I have another use in mind also.”

He had each of the girls stand and then he gathered their wrists together behind their backs, binding them with a coarse rope made of local vines.  The chief then led the ensemble back to the village.  The children started squealing in delight as soon as they saw the shock of red hair of the Leopard Girl approaching.  By the time they got to the center of the village, every boy in the tribe was sporting an erection.  They couldn’t wait for nursing time to begin so they could suckle on their favorite breasts.

Anna looked around in amazement.  She sort of knew what to expect.  They had talked about life in the tribe a lot during their month of preparation and she had read everything that Jill had written about this society.  But seeing it for real was still a shock.  There was so much nudity and so much sexuality on display.

The chief looked into the sky and then turned to his son.  “You become a man soon.  You should rest.”

The son nodded and sighed.  He was looking forward to becoming a man.  He was not even afraid of the dangerous ceremony that lay ahead of him.  But he now realized that his days of suckling on Leopard Girl’s magnificent breasts were behind him.  He obediently turned and walked back to his hut, sighing again.

The chief turned to Jill and stepped close, lifting her breasts and letting his thumbs brush back and forth across the soft flesh.  “It is time for the Leopard to be spotted.  I will take your body later.”

Then he stepped up to Emily and repeated the actions, cradling her breasts and rubbing his thumbs against her warm softness.  “My katahua’s katahua, you will dance on my spear tonight too.  But right now, you must attend to your mistress’ spots.”

He released the second pair of breasts and stepped up to Anna who was trembling slightly, unsure of what was happening.  She felt so vulnerable all of a sudden.  She was naked.  She was bound.  And the tall older man was standing in front of her, looking down.  Again, the chief claimed a pair of breasts and let his thumbs dance over the silky flesh.

“My present,” he said.  “Such a young, beautiful thing.  You will spear dance while we wait for the Leopard.”

Anna gulped at the words.  She was going to be fucked!  Not only that, but the chief of the tribe was going to claim her!  Her head was spinning and her mind was racing as one of the women led her to the hut.

Another woman was present; one who had been on the beach to meet them when they arrived.  She was older and seemed closer to the chief’s age.  Was this the chief’s other katahua?  She knew that Jill was one of his katahuas but that he also had another one who was his full time girl.

The woman stepped to her with a bowl of liquid and softly told Anna to relax.  But how could she relax?  She felt like she was about to be made into some kind of sacrificial offering.  She saw the woman dip her hand into the bowl and then blushed as she felt the oily fingers gliding over her skin, spreading the warm liquid.

The woman kept dipping her fingers and then coating her skin, making sure that every inch below her neck was covered.  She paid particular attention to Anna’s nipples which were now stiff with extreme arousal.  After several minutes, her body was glistening.  She also felt a tingling sensation and felt as if her pussy was clenching.  Was this oil like the Banka that Jill had given her back at school?

She glanced at the chief who was standing with his hands on his hips and blushed again.  His breechcloth had been pushed aside by his cock which had hardened and elongated.  She gulped as she saw the size of the massive tool.  It was far larger than anything she had ever taken before.

She remembered Jill’s advice on sex with the Incunu.  They liked to think that they were in charge but they also highly valued spirited girls.  Anna should let the males take the lead at the beginning but should gradually move into a role of leading the pleasure giving.  It was a fine line to walk according to Jill.  But she would try her best.  She did not have nearly as much experience as Jill but she would give it her all to try to fit into the tribe.

The woman set the oil aside and then went to the chief.  She untied his breechcloth and then ran her fingers, which were still slick with the oil, up and down his cock.  He closed his eyes and let out a long contented sigh.

The chief lay back on a cushion which was in the center of the hut.  The woman moved Anna until she was straddling the chief’s hips.  Because her hands were still bound behind her back, she was awkward in her movements and the woman helped her to crouch down, holding onto her to balance her.

Oh, my gosh, thought Anna.  She’s going to stay here while he fucks her!  This woman was essentially his wife and she was going to watch as her husband fucked another woman!

The woman reached between the chief and Anna and grasped the cock, positioning it as she continued to help Anna descend.  Anna sucked in her breath as she felt the tip of the shaft come in contact with her petals and then let out a low moan as the woman pushed her lower.  The cock slid easily into her overheated body and made a slow journey into her womanhood.  Her worries about being able to handle its size, however, turned out to be unfounded and she was amazed that she was able to accommodate the log.

The katahua finally pushed Anna down, fully impaling her and coaxing a groan out of her.  Then she gripped the oily breasts with her oily fingers and guided the girl up and down on the shaft.  The chief watched his katahua handling the girl and admired the youthful, firm flesh of the creature who was worshipping his cock.  She looked perfect to him.

He started to have second thoughts about how he would use the gift that Leopard Girl had given him.  Maybe he should keep the girl for his own.  He already had two katahua so some people would probably view him as greedy for claiming a third.  But Leopard Girl only came to the island occasionally.  And this lithe, beautiful form on his cock had never been to the island ever before.  For most of the year, he lived with only one katahua.  And after all, he was the chief.  He deserved another katahua, didn’t he?  In the meantime, as he pondered what to do with the girl, he would enjoy this wondrous creature from the outside world.

Be a spirited girl, thought Anna as she remembered Jill’s words.  Be a spirited girl.  Be a spirited girl.  How in the heck was she supposed to do that when she was held in place by the log embedded in her sex and with her wrists bound behind her back?

She bent down.  Initially, she was going to feed her breasts to the chief but she was afraid that she would topple forward in the process without the use of her hands.  She had to settle for letting her hair drape across his face and brushing it back and forth.  He seemed to like it.  “You have fire, girl,” he said.  At least that’s what she thought he said.  She was still learning the Incunu language.

The katahua saw what the girl was trying to do.  She was surprised that someone so new to the tribe would show so much initiative.  But then again, she was a friend of Leopard Girl’s.  Anything with the tribe’s Leopard was possible.  The katahua released the rope that was binding the girl’s wrists and then watched.

With her hands free, Anna had much more mobility.  She leaned forward, placing her hands on either side of the chief’s head.  Then she lowered her chest until her left nipple brushed across his lips.  He opened his mouth to capture it but she giggled and shifted it away, moving her right nipple across his lips.  He tried to capture it but she shifted again.  A game of cat and mouse began but she was sure to let the cat occasionally capture one of the two mice.

The katahua was caressing Anna’s body, letting her hands roam over her belly and back and bottom.  Anna kept feeding her breasts to the chief, occasionally letting him even catch one and hold onto it for a little bit.  After awhile, Anna reached between the bodies and cradled the chief’s heavy balls in her hand, squeezing them lightly and extracting a moan from him.

The chief prided himself on being able to control himself and prolong his sexual play.  But this nymph-like girl was making him lose his waiting game.  Nipples teased his lips.  Fingers squeezed and rolled his balls.  And the buttery, tight pussy that was wrapped around his cock was pulsing and gripping him in a way that made him lose total control.  He groaned as his seed shot deep into her womb, leaving him panting and breathless.

The katahua took over from there.  She gently helped Anna off of the chief, hearing the audible sound of the softening cock slipping from her liquid channel.  She washed the cock, which was slick with the girl’s juices.  Then she laid Anna back on the cushion beside the chief as she picked up a highly polished wooden phallus and started pumping it into the girl.  The chief recovered and started feasting on the girl’s breasts again until the two of them brought Anna to an explosive orgasm.

“I like my gift,” the chief grinned to Jill as he led Anna back out of the hut.  Anna’s wrists were bound behind her back again and she obediently followed the tribe’s leader.  Emily was standing behind Jill who had just received her spots.

Anna thought her professor looked so exotic.  Her pale, flawless skin was now dotted with leopard spots which only enhanced her beauty in Anna’s mind.  Dr. Wallings was beautiful and looked so erotic!

When she finally looked around, she saw that the entire village had gathered.  She blushed furiously when she saw that all eyes were on her and her two colleagues.  And her blush deepened when she saw all of the young boys unabashedly sporting erections as they stared at the three white bodies.

She was able to pick up much of the discussion, thanks to Emily’s tutelage.  But she still had a lot to learn about the language.  She heard the Incunu words for ritual and man and tomorrow.  But much of the dialogue was lost to her.

She saw the chief draw Jill to him and hold her facing away from him.  The chief’s other katahua did the same thing to Anna.  She looked down and saw the older woman’s hands claiming her breasts and felt her blush returning.  She did not understand what was going on but she felt so self-conscious to be held on display like this.  Then she gasped as she saw the ritual beginning.

For the next hour, she witnessed what could only be described as a brutal and humiliating ceremony.  The chief’s son was made to run through a gauntlet of the males of the tribe who were all beating on him with clubs and bamboo rods.  He safely made it to the other end and grabbed something.  Then she gasped as he ran again through the cloud of flailing weapons.  After that, he carried rocks that were dangling from a rope that was tied around his scrotum.  She watched a little later as one of the women of the tribe masturbated him to ejaculation.  And then she realized what was going on.  She had read about this ritual in Dr. Wallings’ notes.  The chief’s son was becoming a man.  He was being tested.

When the tests were completed, the chief led his son and a small entourage down to the water.  The chief returned alone about fifteen minutes later.  Anna knew that the boy would be spending the night on a small spit of land that would become submerged when the tide came in.  And she also knew from Jill’s notes that there were sharks out there.

That night, the chief claimed Anna’s body again and fucked her silly as Jill attended to the two of them.  Emily and the other katahua slept soundly on the other side of the hut as the mini-orgy lasted through much of the night.

In the morning, the boy was brought back into the camp.  He looked tired but seemed to be in good spirits.  Anna knew that she would be a babbling idiot if she had to spend the night in shark-infested waters.

The next part of the ritual involved one of the tribe’s katahuas initiating the boy in the ways of sex.  By mid-afternoon, the boy would be a man.  The chief selected Emily, who was Jill’s katahua, to initiate the boy.  This explained why Emily was allowed to sleep through the night and had not been called upon to service the chief.

Throughout the morning, Anna heard a chorus of sounds coming from the hut where Emily and the boy were.  Grunts and coos; wet slapping sounds and the noise of things shaking.  Groans from the boy and squeals from Emily.  She even heard Emily shriek once.  She would have been worried about most people.  But she had made love with Emily enough to know that shrieks just meant very good orgasms.

In mid-afternoon, Emily brought the boy back into the center of the village.  They were both completely naked and were walking hand in hand.  Emily was sweaty and her hair was completely disheveled.  But she wore a look of contentment and satisfaction on her face.  The boy was sweaty also and was panting, trying to catch his breath.  He looked even more exhausted than before but he had a sheepish grin on his face.

Anna felt so fortunate that she was able to witness this ritual.  She knew about it from the notes but it was quite another thing entirely to see it for oneself.  One of the women in the tribe wrapped a loincloth around the son’s waist and then tied the leather thong.  Two warriors stepped forward.  One fastened a knife to the new man’s thigh while the other fitted his bow over his shoulder.

Then the chief spoke.  Anna could not catch it all but did understand bits and pieces of the speech.  “You are a man” was the start of one sentence but she did not understand most of the rest of it.  “Defend the women and children” was in the middle of another sentence.  The chief finally concluded with another very long statement but all that Anna understood was the end of it which was “choose your katahua.”

Each of the warriors stood in a large circle.  They held their katahuas and the remaining women of the tribe stood in little harems around their respective warriors.

The son opened his eyes wide at the smorgasbord of female flesh that was being displayed and offered to him.  Emily had shown him the delights that a female body could provide and he was anxious to claim one of his own.  He slowly walked around the large circle, appraising the women who were available to him.  He could not take someone who was already a katahua but he could claim any other female who was of age as his katahua.

Each of them was lovely although some of them were too old for him in his mind.  He wanted someone Emily’s age or younger.  Actually, he would have loved to claim Emily herself.  She had a tight little body that he had adored as he explored his first woman and she certainly knew what to do with it.  Unfortunately, Emily was already a katahua.  She belonged to Leopard Girl and was the only katahua in the tribe who belonged to a woman.  It was a shame.  He really wanted Emily.

Several of the women were very appealing to him as he made the wide circuit.  He made mental notes to himself so that he would be able to make his final decision.  He finally came to the chief who held each of his two katahuas with his arms draped over their shoulders.  Leopard Girl held Emily in front of her possessively as her hands claimed her katahua’s breasts.  Anna stood alone.

The son pointed to Anna and she sucked in her breath.  “Can she be katahua?”

“She would be a very wise choice, my son,” the leader replied.

Anna gasped.  She had only been on the island for a day and already they were talking about someone claiming her.  And they were considering her for a katahua, no less!  She trembled slightly and started panting.

“This is my katahua,” the son said proudly as he placed his palm on the top of Anna’s head.  She started hyperventilating and was afraid she might pass out.

The chief smiled.  “This one will make you very happy, my son.”

Anna looked over her shoulder at Jill for some kind of guidance or moral support.  Jill just smiled proudly back at her.

The son was given a rope by one of the other warriors which he looped around Anna’s neck and tied loosely.  Then he led her off to his hut as the entire tribe cheered him on.

“She’s going to be raw by tomorrow morning,” whispered Emily to Jill.  “That boy is totally insatiable.”

“She’ll be fine,” Jill whispered back.  “She’s Incunu now.”

Chapter 6

The next day, Jill and Emily set up the expedition’s equipment.  This time, they brought three video cameras to capture images of the tribe.  They figured out the best places to mount them to be able to get the broadest exposure to the tribe’s day to day activities.

The cameras fed their images via satellite link back to a bank of computers at the university.  During a previous visit, someone had hacked into the computer that held the video.  That was how the posters of a very naked Dr. Jill Wallings had been plastered all over campus upon her return.  This time, she ensured that the computers were well secured so that the incident would not be repeated.

Each time they passed Anna’s hut, they heard the sounds of active and passionate lovemaking going on inside.  Wet slapping sounds could be heard as the two sweaty bodies smacked against one another.  The chief’s son was frequently grunting or groaning.  And Anna was a nonstop chorus of coos and moans and mewls.

Emily just shook her head after they passed the hut for about the tenth time that day.  “Don’t they ever wear out?  One of them is going to have a heart attack at this rate.”

“Young love,” Jill sighed melodramatically and then giggled.  “Well, I suppose they are on their honeymoon, after all.”

“Yikes!” gasped Emily.  “Honeymoon?  Does Anna know that she’s married to that guy?”

Jill laughed.  “I’m not sure.  But she knows that she belongs to him.  I’ll have a talk with her after they settle down a bit.”

“Hmmm,” said Emily as they walked down to the water’s edge together.  Their hands were not bound behind their backs today so that they could do their work but they still kept their hands behind them as if they were tied.  “Do you think of the chief as your husband?”

“Oh, yes,” replied Jill, turning to face Emily.  “Very much so.  They don’t use those words but they use the concept.  I am his katahua; wife.  He is my master; husband.”

“How does that work?” asked Emily.  “You have Bill.”

“Well, the chief has two wives.  I have two husbands.”

Emily furrowed her brow as she thought.  She had not realized that a katahua was the same as a wife.  She thought it was a much more casual relationship since the men seemed to have sex with all of the women in their harems.  “Then does that mean that I’m your wife?”

Jill smiled and brought her hands forward, cradling the petite brunette’s breasts in her palms and letting her thumbs brush against the soft flesh.  “Yes, my little lesbian lover.  It means you’re my wife.  How does that make you feel?”

Emily blushed at the comment but part of the coloring was caused by a flush of arousal that sped through her body.  “Well, I’m not sure that I’m qualified to be a lesbian.  But I’m thrilled to learn that I’m your wife.  Til death do us part.”

Jill leaned down and kissed her katahua as she continued to hold the breasts that she adored so much.  “Til death do us part.”

Jill finally had to have the chief intervene on Anna’s behalf.  She was afraid that his son would keep Anna on her back throughout the entire visit.  But Anna was here to study the tribe; not to be studied.

Each day, the three naked outsiders were given several hours together so that they could meet and talk.  They would share notes and make new notes.  They would try to interpret the things that they had seen or heard.  And they would figure out their research objectives for the next day.

Jill watched her student as she madly scribbled in her journal as the three of them were seated in a small circle.  Anna was sitting cross-legged and appeared to be completely unabashed about the lewd position she was in with her sex exposed to the view of the other two.

Jill set her journal aside and leaned back, supporting herself with her arms behind her and admiring Anna.  They had only been on the island for less than a week but already her student was turning a toasty brown.  She let her eyes travel downward, drinking in the nudity of the beautiful girl.

Anna’s face was gorgeous and Jill could tell by the furrowed brow that she was deep in thought as she wrote out her notes.  Occasionally, Jill would see the girl’s lips move as if she was trying to form some new word that she had learned.  It was encouraging to see her student concentrating on her work.

Anna had her hair tied into a ponytail with one of her leather thongs.  Another was tied around her upper arm.  A third one was tied around her right thigh.  Were these fashion statements or did they serve some purpose?  Jill would ask her later.

Her long neck was almost swanlike and gave her an elegant, almost regal, appearance.  Soft shoulders spread to either side at the base of the slender neck.  Jill could only fully see one breast because of the position Anna was in but it was nothing short of perfect.  It was magnificently rounded and perky despite its impressive size.  And the nipple was stiff; almost begging to be toyed with.

The girl’s belly was tight and slightly rippled in the seated position Anna was in.  There was not an excess ounce of fat anywhere on the girl and everything was distributed to perfection.  Each leg was finely muscled and shapely.  And the point where the two legs joined together had already proven to be like a playground for Jill.  She loved to toy with her tribe sister’s body.

But she wondered what their relationship would be like once they returned to school.  It was one thing to feast on the girl’s delicious body when they were in a primitive culture on a remote Pacific island.  It would be quite another thing to continue it once they returned to civilization.

Anna glanced up and caught Jill staring at her.  “What?”

“Oh, nothing,” replied Jill.  “I’m just admiring my beautiful sister.  And trying to figure out how I’ll dine on her body next.”

Anna giggled at the response.  “Is it Banka time again?”

“Ooooo, yes!” Emily chimed in.  “Banka time!”

Jill laughed.  “Aren’t you the horny two?”

Anna blinked.  “Well, you’re the one who was staring.”

Then Anna set her journal aside and raised her hands to her chest, lifting her breasts.  “Are these what you wanted to dine on?”

Then she seductively trailed her hands down her belly to between her thighs.  She trailed a finger down between her petals which were already parted and glistening with arousal.  “Or maybe this is what you wanted to feast on?”

She slipped a finger into her sex and stroked a few times before withdrawing it.  Then she slowly raised it to her lips, snaking out her tongue and licking the wet digit provocatively.  “Mmmmm.  You’re welcome to taste.”  Then she giggled.

“You’re so bad!” chided Jill.  “You never told me that you were such a vamp!”

Anna giggled again.  “I’m really not.  It must be this place.  Or maybe the food.  Or maybe it’s just from being naked all the time.  But I’m sooooooooooooo horny all the time here.”

“Yeah, me too,” added Emily.  “What happened to Banka time?”

Jill laughed again.  “Maybe later.  We have work to do.”

Anna and Emily sighed in unison and then returned to their journals.  Jill resumed her study of her naked student’s body.  After a few moments, Anna looked up and asked a question.

“Why do they kiss their fish?”

“Why do they do what?” asked Emily.

“Kiss their fish,” Anna repeated.  “Haven’t you noticed?  Before they eat a piece of fish, they kiss it.”

“Oh,” said Jill.  “I always thought they were smelling it to see if it was still good.”

“I thought so too at first,” said Anna.  “But I have been watching them.  I’m sure that they kiss it.  They might also smell it but I’m sure they kiss it.”

“Hmmm,” pondered Jill.  “I’ll have to watch more closely.  I’ll ask the chief about it too when I get a chance.”

“Hey!” protested Emily.  “Who cares about fish?  Where’s the Banka?”  She crawled over to Anna and kissed the student as she let her fingers dance along the slick petals that Anna had recently toyed with.  But they were interrupted by shouting coming from the beach.

Jill stood up and Emily sat back down on her heels, sighing at the interruption.  “What is it now?” the little Brit asked.

“I don’t know,” replied Jill.  “A lot of people on the beach.  And they’re pointing out to sea.  Maybe another invasion?  Let’s go see.”

Emily sighed again but she and Anna rose to their feet and followed Jill down to the beach where all of the commotion was.

“Oh my gosh!” exclaimed Jill.  Anna looked out to the water and saw an empty canoe.  Near the canoe, a head was bobbing in the water.  Arms would flail and then the head would disappear, only to reemerge for a moment.  One of the boys from the village was drowning.

“He can’t swim,” said Jill desperately.

“He lives on an island surrounded by water and he can’t swim?” asked an astonished Anna.

“None of them can,” said Jill.  “The Incunu can’t swim.”

“Well I sure can,” said Anna.  She pushed through the crowd and ran into the water, diving cleanly into the surf.

“Anna come back!” shouted Jill.  “There are sharks out there!”

Anna ignored the shout and started swimming.  Her arms pinwheeled elegantly through the water, propelling her toward the drowning boy.  Periodically, she would lift her head to make sure she was heading in the right direction.  It was during one of those peeks that she saw the fins.

“Oh boy,” she thought.  Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.  But she was committed at this point so she continued stroking through the water toward the flailing boy.

As soon as she reached the boy, he threw his arms around her neck for support but ended up choking her instead.  She struggled with him to break his grip but he held on tight.  She submerged herself to get away and that worked.  As soon as the boy’s head went below the water, he released his death grip.

Anna surfaced again, this time behind the boy.  She reached over his shoulder and gripped him across the chest.  He struggled again, trying to grab her, but she rolled him to the side, submerging his head.

“Be still,” she warned him when she brought his head back above the surface.  He struggled again and she dunked him again.

“Be still,” she repeated.  “I have you.  Just be still.”  The boy eventually did calm down and she was able to start swimming toward the shore.

More fins were sticking out of the water now.  They were keeping their distance but were slowly circling the pair.  Anna used her legs to scissor-kick the pair of them back toward the beach.

One shark came close and Anna could feel its wake in the water as it swam by.  Her heart was in her throat at this point but she really didn’t have any options.  She continued to slowly kick her legs as they glided back toward the island.

The tribesmen were in the water, standing waist deep in the surf.  They carried spears, obviously to try to fend off any sharks that might come near.  Anna headed toward the pack and continued moving her legs, trying not to thrash around too much and attract unwanted attention.

A pair of hands grabbed her arms and pulled her to the beach.  Another pair grabbed the boy and dragged him to safety.  Anna stood and watched as the boy coughed and spewed the seawater that he had swallowed while he was drowning.

Finally, the boy stood up and faced the chief, pointing to Anna.  “She tried to drown me!”

Anna blinked at the boy’s words.  The chief merely shook his head.

“What are you talking about, boy?” asked the chief.

“Her,” he said, pointing at Anna accusingly.  “She tried to drown me!”

The chief laughed and pulled Anna to him, draping an arm over her shoulder and grasping one of her breasts.  “She saved your life, boy.”

His fingers found the nipple and Anna felt a little thrill shoot through her body.  Adrenalin was still coursing through her veins and the added stimulation had her body in a fevered pitch.

“Maybe I should give you to her,” the chief said to the boy as he held Anna and continued to toy with her nipple.  “Maybe you should become her katahua.  Would that seem fair?”

The boy gasped and Anna watched as the blood drained from his face.  “Or maybe you could just thank her for saving you,” the chief continued.

The boy gulped but then turned to Anna.  An apology was obviously difficult for him but he eventually uttered the words.  “Thank you for saving me.”

“That’s thank you for saving me, Shark Girl,” the chief corrected him.

Anna blinked, as did Jill and Emily.  First there was Leopard Girl.  Now the tribe has a Shark Girl?  Several of the men grabbed Anna and hoisted her onto their shoulders.  She was carried triumphantly back to the center of the village where her new status in the tribe was celebrated.

There was a feast and everyone was dancing throughout the celebration.  Couples fucked openly and without shame whenever the mood hit them and Anna blushed almost continuously at the lewd behavior of the tribal people who she was here to study.  It was all so unreal.  But finally, things started to slow down and the party gradually became tamer as the evening drew on.

“Where did that come from?” asked Jill as the three girls leaned back against a log near the end of the partying.

“Beats me,” replied Anna.  “I’m a lifeguard but I’ve never gone swimming with sharks before.  I guess the adrenalin just took over.”

“I guess so, Shark Girl,” nodded Jill.

Chapter 7

“I guess it’s going to be awhile before I change in the locker room after we get back,” observed Anna the next day as the three expedition members met again to share notes from the previous day.

“Yeah,” agreed Emily.  “And now you’ve got a good incentive to keep your clothes on during dates.”

Similar to Jill’s leopard spots, Anna had received her markings showing that she was Shark Girl.  The women of the tribe had spent the morning decorating her body; actually just decorating her breasts.

While Jill’s markings were all brown and muted, Anna’s were colorful with sharp outlines.  The outer swells of her breasts had been the canvas upon which the tribe’s women had worked.  Now, she had the image of a shark head on each breast.  The nipple was the shark’s nose.  A gaping mouth had been painted on each breast, complete with sharp white teeth.  The outside of each breast was an ornate decoration of bluish-grey, red and white and a shark’s head could clearly be seen from a profile view of either side of Anna.

“I don’t know if I can suck on a shark nose,” giggled Emily as she flicked Anna’s left nipple.

“Better watch out,” warned Anna, reaching up to lift her breasts in her palms.  “These haven’t been tamed.  They might bite.”

“I just hope this wears off eventually,” Anna continued.  “And I sure hope nobody hacks into the computer again.  I’ll die of embarrassment if pictures of these get out.”

“I think I’ll love sucking on a shark nose,” said Jill as she leaned over and pulled the stiff little bud between her lips.  Anna sucked in her breath as she watched her nipple being drawn into her professor’s mouth and felt the tongue fluttering over the sensitive little nubbin.

“I’d much rather bounce a shark,” said Emily.  She reached out and placed her palm beneath the other breast.  Then she bounced it, smiling as she saw the image of the shark head going up and down.

“Ever see a shark bite?” asked Jill as she took a break from suckling on the full breast.  Then she opened her mouth and bared her teeth, closing it to clamp down on the nipple.

“Yikes!” screeched Anna as the teeth sank into her nipple.  “Hey!  Those aren’t toys!”  She reached up to cover her chest and protect it from the two crazy women who were with her.  But each of them grasped a wrist and drew her arms behind her.  They easily bound her wrists together and then laid her down on the ground.

“Hey!” Anna protested.  “We’ve got work to do!  Stop horsing around!”

“The work can wait,” replied Jill who was now sliding between Anna’s legs.  “I just love eating shark.”

“Mmmm, me too,” agreed Emily who had returned her attention to the prisoner’s breasts and was sucking the nipples into her mouth, alternating from mound to mound.

Jill snaked out her tongue and scooped it slowly up between Anna’s labia.  The girl’s sex was already juicy with arousal and Jill gathered the nectar on her tongue, savoring it.  Anna started to protest but Emily shifted her attention to the girl’s lips, kissing her to silence her.  The shark decorated breasts continued to receive attention, though, as Emily’s fingers toyed with the firm mounds.

“I should have kept this one as my katahua,” remarked Jill as she paused and lifted her head for a moment.  “I think I would enjoy owning this body.”

“Mmmffff,” mumbled Anna past Emily’s lips.  Emily shifted her body around so she could more easily grasp the captive’s breasts.  Then she gave each stiff nipple a sharp tweak as a warning to remain silent, eliciting a muffled squeal out of Anna.

Jill and Emily continued to feast on the delectable curves and swells of the bound girl.  Anna’s head was spinning with lust again as Jill’s tongue continued to scoop and flutter and probe.  Once Emily was satisfied that she had silenced the girl, she leaned forward, trailing her left breast across Anna’s lips.  Anna sucked the succulent nipple into her mouth and hungrily drew it deep into her mouth as Emily’s lips captured one of Anna’s nipples.

The first orgasm caught Anna by surprise.  Her body tensed and she let out a long, low groan around Emily’s breast flesh.  But the pair of tormentors continued their mission.  Jill sucked Anna’s clit between her lips and pulsed it, flickering her tongue across the sensitive little nubbin.  Emily moved her lips from breast to breast, shifting her torso to alternate the breast that Anna would suckle on.

Jill placed her hands beneath Anna’s bottom, lifting the girl and further opening her thighs.  Her tongue and lips kept up the assault and she started to rake her teeth lightly along the clit.  Emily saw Anna’s belly starting to quiver and knew that a second orgasm was about to erupt.  She ran her hands down the girl’s side and then lightly raked her fingernails back up the soft, warm flesh.  This was all that it took to throw Anna into another orgasm and her body shuddered in climax.

They extracted four orgasms from the girl before they were finished with her.  Anna was sweaty once again from the exertions of the powerful orgasms and was babbling incoherently.  The two assailants finally knelt on either side of her, stroking her damp flesh lovingly.

“Who needs Banka when we have a beautiful slave girl?” giggled Emily as she ran a palm over one of the proud, decorated breasts.

“I definitely should have claimed her as my katahua,” added Jill.  “Maybe I’ll plan on buying her.”

Anna shuddered again as she heard her two colleagues talking about her as if she was property.  But again, she felt waves of arousal rushing through her.  This place sure was different!

They helped Anna to sit up but kept her wrists bound behind her back.  “Hey!  What’s up with all of this?” questioned Anna, complainingly.

“Oh,” replied Emily.  “That was just the Shark Girl initiation.  Now you’re official.”

Anna rolled her eyes at the response.  She knew that there was no such thing as a Shark Girl initiation.  There has never even been a Shark Girl before in this tribe so how could they have an initiation ceremony.  She was the first one.  Jill and Emily were just sex-crazed lunatics.

“Well, why aren’t you untying me?” asked Anna.

“I’m deciding whether or not to keep you,” Jill responded.  “If I keep you, you’ll already be gift-wrapped for me.”

Anna gasped.  “You can’t be serious!” she exclaimed.

“Oh, yeah,” smiled Jill as she knelt down beside Anna.  She gripped the girl’s chin and tilted her head up to look into her eyes as she slipped a finger into Anna’s sex which was still swampy with arousal.  “I’m very serious.  One of the advantages of immersion research, I’m learning, is that you get to enjoy the customs of the local society.  And the custom here is that girls are owned.  I’m trying to decide whether or not to add you to my harem.”

Anna felt a chill snake down her spine.  Was Dr. Wallings being serious?  And was she just talking about owning her on the island or did she mean that she would own her after the research trip too?  She knew that she viewed Emily as her property on and off the island.  And she knew that Emily viewed herself as Dr. Wallings’ property.

“But I’m your student, Dr. Wallings.”

Jill continued to smile at Anna, making the girl increasingly uncomfortable.  The finger pumped in and out a few more times until Jill plunged it deep into the girl’s sex, causing her to gasp.  Then the professor withdrew the finger and used it to paint Anna’s lubrication across her lips.  Jill leaned down and kissed the coated lips before extending her tongue to lick the sweet nectar away.

“I’ll still be your teacher if I claim you, pet,” said Jill.  She kissed the tip of Anna’s nose and then kissed her lips again.  “But I’ll be able to enjoy you more fully and much more frequently if I own you.”

Emily giggled.  “I always wanted a baby slave sister.”

That evening, Jill had a talk with the chief.  She didn’t lead into the conversation with a discussion of Anna’s future.  She had learned that serious matters, especially ones that dealt with trade, were never talked about early in a meeting.  Instead, she asked about Anna’s observation about fish being kissed.

“Yes, of course we kiss the fish,” was the chief’s response.  “We know that he fish sometimes eat those in our tribe.  We hope that they show respect to our fallen.  So we always show respect to their fallen before we eat them.”

They talked about many other subjects before Jill finally brought up her main topic of interest.  “I would like to own Shark Girl, my lord.  Before talking to her master about it, I wanted to talk to you, though.”

The chief raised an eyebrow at that.  “But you already have a katahua, my katahua.”

“Yes, my lord,” she replied.  “But I would like a second one.”

“But Shark Girl?” he questioned.  “My son seems very much smitten by the girl.  I’m not sure that he would give her up.”

Jill sighed and nodded.  “That was why I wanted to talk with you first, my lord.”

Chapter 8

Jill had often wondered if there was something in the water or the air or the food of the Incunu.  She never really felt totally like herself during her research trips.  Early on, during her immersion research, she had become a warrior.  She was normally not combative or aggressive in any way but twice already she had borne arms and fought for her tribe.

Also, she was always horny on the island.  She normally had a healthy sex drive but it was normally something that required some kind of stimulus.  On the island, though, she was ready to fuck all the time.  Not only that, but she was not particularly choosy about who she fucked.  She was always ready to spread her thighs for whoever the chief chose for her to mate with.

But her most recent action was what had convinced her that she definitely behaved differently on the island.  She sold Emily.  Actually, she traded Emily for Anna.  It had taken quite a bit of negotiation to close the deal.  The chief’s son required that she be available to fuck him each day if he summoned her.  She had to clear that with the chief but it was easy for her to agree with.  She would fuck anyone at any time.  He also wanted to be able to suckle on her breasts whenever he desired.  He missed the availability of her succulent nipples that he had enjoyed before he became a man.  That was also easy to agree to.  And he required that Emily be left behind on the island for one three month period between research trips each year.  That had been the hardest term to come to grips with but she eventually agreed so that she could gain ownership of young, beautiful Anna.

She was out of control!

What was it about this island that elevated her libido so much?  And was she the only one who was affected this way?  She made notes in her journal about possible causes of her behavior and ways to test them to determine what was the culprit.

And as she made her notes, Anna knelt between her legs, lapping at her sex and sending comforting, erotic thrills through her body.

Despite her concerns about her behavior, she felt immense pride.  She owned Shark Girl!  The beautiful twenty one year old girl was now her property.  How many college professors could say that they owned one of their students?  Not many, she imagined.

She paused for a moment and combed her fingers through the lush brunette hair that was between her thighs.  She wondered what was going through Anna’s head at the moment as she watched the flickering tongue.

Emily had seemed fine with the arrangement.  She would still spend most of her time in the US as Jill’s slave.  And she had always viewed the island as a sexual wonderland, so spending more time there was no imposition on her at all.  The more orgasms the merrier always seemed to be her motto.

But Anna seemed to react differently.  Jill saw her big hazel eyes looking up at her as the girl’s tongue dutifully lapped and fluttered and probed.  Initially, she had been shocked.  Even though she knew that the tribe participated in a form of quasi-slavery, she viewed it as more light and playful than real.  To her, the slavery had seemed more virtual in nature than literal.

But that was before she was sold!  That had changed everything.  She was present for the negotiations and it was unreal.  Unfortunately, she had learned the language and now understood everything that was going on.  She couldn’t believe that her professor was actually buying her.  She was going to actually be owned!

She also couldn’t believe the price that Dr. Wallings was paying for her.  Jill agreed to ongoing sex with Anna’s former master.  She agreed to letting the male enjoy her breasts each day.  But most unbelievably, she had given the male her beloved katahua, Emily.  This was crazy!

After the transaction, Anna was somehow able to compartmentalize her life.  At times, she was a research assistant.  She was observant and active.  She took beautiful notes on the culture of the tribe.  And she learned.  That was her professional compartment.

Her domestic compartment was quite different.  Somehow, the knowledge that she was owned had affected her in ways that she did not expect.  She was docile and complaint.  She tried to be pleasing.  She wanted to be the perfect slave girl for her new owner.

Now, as she knelt between her new owner’s thighs, she looked up at the beautiful spotted woman.  She dutifully ran her tongue up between the petals that were presented to her and paused frequently to flicker her tongue over Jill’s prominent clit.  But she was in no hurry.  Her mistress appeared to be deep in thought.  Anna’s current job was to provide her owner with pleasure but she did not want to be distracting.

The fingers combing through Anna’s hair were comforting to her.  She knew that her mistress loved her and that felt very good to her.  She would be a pleasing and attentive and obedient slave for her owner.

She curled her tongue and slowly stabbed it into Jill’s sex.  Her owner tasted delicious to her.  She could not imagine anything that she would rather be doing than what she was doing at this very moment.

She still enjoyed a cock and Jill was always filling that need by sharing her with the chief.  And her favorite experiences were when she could ride the chief’s cock, feeling it filling her completely, as Jill and Inkin kissed her and stroked her and toyed with her breasts.

Occasionally, she wondered what the relationship would be like once they returned to school.  Would she still belong to her professor?  She thought that would be fine with her but she was not sure what Jill’s plans for her were.  And she wasn’t sure what others would think about that.  Maybe Jill planned on keeping her as a secret slave.

“Oooooo, that’s nice, Anna,” cooed Jill after the tongue lazily swept up between her petals again.  Her girl was turning out to be every bit the treasure that Jill had imagined that she would be.

Anna paused momentarily and smiled up at her owner.  “I’m glad that you like it, Mistress.”  Then she returned her attention to the task that she so much enjoyed.

Mistress?  Jill wondered where that came from.  She liked the sound of it but she had never instructed Anna to call her that.  Maybe this had uncovered a part of Anna’s personality that Jill didn’t know about before.  Maybe the girl had slave girl fantasies that she was able to act out in real life on this tropical island.

Or maybe it was the same thing that seemed to affect Jill when she was on the island but being displayed in a different way.  Could it be that the drug, or whatever it was that affected her, just broke down inhibitions to allow people to behave more naturally the way that they were already wired?

If that was the case, then that meant that Jill was naturally a sex-crazed dominant.  Emily was certainly sex-crazed also but she seemed to be submissive both on and off the island.  Although she had spent years in the islands so, if there was some kind of drug involved, she might have become permanently submissive from the prolonged exposure to whatever it was.

And Anna, it seemed, was a natural slave girl.  That worked out perfectly for Jill while they were on the island.  She wondered how that would play out once they got home.  Would the drug wear off to let things return to normal?  Or did she now have permanent ownership of another person?

Jill set her journal aside and leaned back to fully concentrate on what the beautiful slave girl was doing to her.  Every movement of the delicate tongue was highly arousing now and she knew her orgasm was only moments away.

Jill looked down across her body and saw her breasts rising and falling with each breath, occasionally jiggling as Anna’s ministrations sent a little tremor of pleasure through her.  Her spots undulated as she breathed and looked even more exotic to her through her haze of arousal.

Anna looked exceptionally beautiful to her.  The girl looked up at her, watching each reaction to her efforts.  It somehow seemed even more erotic to Jill to have her girl looking at her as her tongue probed and scooped into her sex. 

Her girl.  Yes, Anna was her girl.  She now owned the entire perfect package that was kneeling before her.  And it felt wonderful.  She had never been so proud of anything that she owned before.  This girl was her most treasured possession now and she couldn’t believe her good fortune.  She hoped that her husband liked her new pet.  But she knew that she didn’t need to worry about that.  She had seen his eyes almost pop out of his head when he first saw the girl.  And she had watched him enthusiastically and energetically fucking Anna.  Bill would be delighted.

The mistress reached out and placed her hand on top of the slave girl’s head again, pushing her back slightly.  She was getting too close to orgasm and she wanted to delay it for a bit longer.  She wanted to continue this moment of reflecting on her new property.

Anna furrowed her brow as her lips were moved away from her owner’s sex.  Had she done something wrong?  She glanced down at the petals which were gaping open and wet with arousal and her saliva.  The entire pussy seemed to be pulsing and Jill’s belly was quivering.  That usually meant that Jill was close to orgasm.  Why would she be stopped at a moment like this?

Jill finally returned Anna’s face to her sex and the slave girl resumed her worship of the succulent folds.  It only took a few more movements of her tongue before Jill let out a long, low groan.  Her body tensed and she closed her eyes, telling Anna that her mistress had just enjoyed a wonderful orgasm.

Chapter 9

The next two weeks were a combination of sex and learning more about the tribe and its ways for Jill.  She and Anna and Inkin, the chief’s other katahua, were frequently summoned to give the chief pleasure.  Sometimes he wanted one to entertain him.  At other times, it was more than one.  He seemed to especially like it when he played with one of them while the other two had sex together.  And every possible combination of bodies was tried out at one time or another.

Emily only had to provide pleasure to one other person, although she probably had more sex than the other three women combined.  She was only seen at meal time for the first week after the trade.  After that, she was sometimes seen being led on a leash by her new mate with her wrists bound behind her back.  Even then, he sometimes took her in the middle of the village or down by the beach, stopping her and plunging his cock into her sex to relieve himself of any sexual tension that had built up in the thirty minutes since he last fucked her.  And Emily had been right when she predicted that Anna would be raw, although she herself was the one being rubbed raw.  She was becoming sore from all of the heated and active sex.  She was even walking slightly bow-legged and she wondered if all of the katahua were this sore.

In the meantime, Jill and Anna explored the ways of the tribe.  They helped with the cleaning and preparation of the food that the men brought back to the village.  Despite the fact that neither of them was lactating, they helped with the ritualistic nursing of the children that occurred several times each day.  And they helped making rope and cloth and wooden eating implements.  And Jill even had her daily nursing sessions and daily fucks with Emily’s new owner.

“Don’t they realize that we don’t have any milk?” asked an exasperated Anna after one of the most recent nursing sessions.  She must have had close to a dozen children sucking on her breasts that afternoon.  Jill had easily that many also.

“It has nothing to do with milk,” Jill replied.  “You’ve got great tits.  Plus, they probably like your sharks too.”

Anna sighed and leaned back against the log in the middle of the camp.  Jill laughed and then added, “Don’t blame them.  They can’t help it.  I love to suck on them too.  You really do have great tits.”  Anna just rolled her eyes.  She was in her professional compartment at the moment.

Near the end of the second week, Jill convinced the chief to intervene on Emily’s behalf.  She was sure that the girl could use a break from the nonstop orgy that was her “honeymoon” with the chief’s son.  He did so and Emily got to spend much of her day with Jill and Anna, much to her relief.

As Leopard Girl, Jill was the only woman in the tribe who was allowed to use a bow.  She took advantage of this to take her two colleagues out into the jungle.  They could normally only do this with a warrior as an escort to protect them.

Each day, the three naked beauties who were becoming increasingly bronzed by the tropical sun would venture into the forest to explore.  They found beautiful waterfalls and landscapes.  One day, they climbed up to the highest peak on the island and just stood there, enjoying the spectacular view.

On one day, Jill decided that she needed practice with the bow and she set up a little target range.  She spent thirty minutes shooting, with Anna and Emily retrieving arrows before Anna spoke up.  “Could I try it?”

Jill handed the bow and quiver to her student and now pet and smiled, “Sure.  Have at it.”

Anna flexed the bow and took a few practice shots, getting used to the weapon.  “Okay, here goes nothing.”

Anna pulled back on the bow string and aimed before letting the arrow fly.  It sailed through the air and lodged off-center in one of the tree trunks.

“You almost got it,” said Jill, thinking that Anna was trying to hit the tree in the center.

“Oh, I thought I did get it,” said Anna.  She started walking toward the tree which was over fifty feet away.  When she got there, she leaned in and peered at where the arrowhead entered the tree.

“I did get it.”

Jill leaned in and looked.  “What were you trying to hit?”

“This beetle,” said Anna as she lifted a hand and pointed.  Sure enough, a beetle had been impaled and was pinned to the tree.

“You were aiming at that?” asked a surprised Emily.

“Of course,” replied Anna.

“Wait a minute,” said Jill.  She picked up a stick and wedged it into the bark of the tree.  “Let’s see you hit this.”

“Okay,” said Anna.  Then the trio went back to where she had taken her first shot and she aimed again.  “Where do you want me to hit it?”

“Anywhere will be fine,” replied Jill.

“I’ll clip it off where it enters the tree,” said Anna.  Jill just nodded and rolled her eyes as she heard the claim.

Anna shot and then the trio went forward.  As promised, the arrowhead had neatly cleaved the stick at the point where it had been jammed into the bark.

‘Where did you learn to do that?” asked an incredulous Jill.

“My daddy,” Anna replied.  “I have three older brothers so I was always being dragged along on hunting trips.”

“You can hunt with a bow too?” asked Emily in surprise.

“Sure,” Anna said.  “I’ve gotten deer and pheasant and rabbits.  Never got a bear but one of my brothers did.”

“Wow,” breathed Jill and Emily together.  For the next fifteen minutes, they rolled coconuts to simulate moving animals.  Anna hit each one, even anticipating some random hops as the coconuts hit bumps in the ground.

“You’re a good one to have around,” smiled Jill proudly as she gave her naked slave giril a hug.

“Yeah,” said Emily who kissed Anna’s cheek.  “I’m sticking close to you.”

Three days later, the village was raided.  It was the same tribe that had invaded twice before when Jill was visiting.  This time, they brought more warriors, though.

The sentries spotted them landing at the far end of the island and ran back to the village to warn the tribe.  The chief quickly organized the defenses and ordered that the women move toward the other end of the island where a cave had been prepared for shelter in emergencies.

“My lord,” said Jill as the women were gathering their things for the journey.  “I would like Anna and Emily to stay.”

“Leopard Girl, you may stay,” he replied.  “But the other two must go where it’s safe for them.”

“My lord, you are wisest, as always,” she said, trying to be as diplomatic as possible with her owner.  “But I have not had a chance to show you Anna’s skills.  She is a mighty hunter.  And Emily will be useful in tending to the wounded.”

“I will take full responsibility for them, my lord,” she added.

The chief threw his arms up in the air as if pleading for some unknown god to help him.  Then he rolled his eyes and just muttered.  “Women!”

Finally, he turned back to Jill.  “You would risk my son’s katahua and your own?”

“Only to protect you and your son, my lord,” she said.

He rolled his eyes again and sighed.  “You may stay.”  He had learned long ago that he always lost arguments with Leopard girl despite owning her.

Anna was given a bow as was Jill.  Each of the three women also had their daggers strapped to their thighs.  The chief gave them the assignment of protecting the village and repelling any invaders who tried to land at the village’s beach.  Now, they waited.

The other warriors went toward where the invaders were reported to be landing.  Fifteen minutes after the others left, six canoes showed up in the little cove on which the village set.

Anna did not wait for the invaders to land.  She rushed forward toward the beach and started shooting as soon as they got in range.  She picked off five of them before they started shooting back at her.  Quickly, she fell back and hid behind a boulder, calling out for more arrows.

Emily crept forward with a fresh quiver as Jill and the other warriors moved forward and found shooting positions of their own.  Anna moved to a new position and jumped onto a boulder, firing more arrows at the invaders.  Four more slumped in their canoes.  Emily ran back and brought more arrows to the rest of the defenders with arrows swooshing through the air all around her.

Just then, four more canoes appeared and the small defending party knew that they were badly outnumbered.  It was Jill’s turn to move into action.  She found a relatively sheltered spot between two boulders that gave her a good view of the canoes.  She loosed a stream of arrows that immobilized six more of the invaders.

The canoes finally made it to the beach and the invaders jumped ashore, rushing forward.  At this point, the Incunu warriors entered the fray and started shooting down invaders.  But the attackers kept advancing.

Anna sent Emily back for more arrows when she saw two invaders creeping up on Jill.  She bolted across the open area between them with arrows zinging past.  One even grazed her thigh, creating a little trickle of blood down her leg.

She reached Jill’s position and hurriedly shot an arrow which landed in the invader’s chest, knocking him backward.  She readied another arrow but the second attacker was already upon Jill and had her pinned down.  He raised his dagger, prepared to stab it into Jill, but Anna had no clear shot at him without risking hitting Jill.  Anna leaped, propelling her body forward and extending a foot.  She caught the attacking male in the side of his neck with her heel.  He let Jill go as he rolled away, jumping quickly to his feet to fight.

He was angry that he was interrupted from driving the dagger deep into the beautiful woman’s body.  He was even angrier when he saw that a woman had caused the interruption.  With his dagger in his hand, he lunged at Anna.

Anna ducked to the side to avoid the blade and chopped down on his wrist with the side of her hand.  The dagger went flying but that did not stop the male from trying to kill Anna.  He lunged at her again but she easily sidestepped him, this time driving her toes into his crotch.  He howled as he dropped to his knees but quickly sprang up again to continue the fight.

Jill watched in amazement as her katahua fought.  She picked up her bow and shot another invader who was coming to help.  Then she tried to aim at the one attacking Anna.  But the two of them were too close for her to get a good shot.

Finally, the invader managed to pick up his knife again.  Over and over, he lunged at Anna but each time she ducked away and delivered another punishing blow to him.  Jill was astounded that Anna did not draw her own dagger.  The girl must be too caught up in defending herself to even think about it, concluded Jill.

The invader was in a fury at this point.  He was bruised in several spots and was bleeding in some others.  But he was filled with blood lust at this point and was determined to kill the girl with the painted breasts.

Jill noticed that her tribesmen had driven the rest of the invaders back to their canoes and were now picking them off as they tried to paddle away.

She looked back just in time to see the invader lunge at Anna again.  This time, he held his blade high and swept it downward to plunge it into Anna’s body.  But Anna remained spry and dodged again. This time, she grabbed his wrist and pushed it down and toward the male.  Jill grimaced as she saw the male’s own long blade sink into his belly.  Anna pulled upward, slicing the male’s belly open and then released it, letting him sink to his knees before he toppled face first into the sand.

“Where did that come from?” asked an amazed Jill after the battle was over.

Anna shrugged her shoulders.  “I told you I had three older brothers.  I had to learn to take care of myself.”

“Wow!” breathed Jill.

Emily treated Anna’s thigh and bandaged it.  Another tribesman also needed a shoulder bandaged where a knife had stabbed him.  Then the defending party headed off in the chief’s direction to try to offer help if it was needed.

They met the chief’s group about a quarter mile from the village.  He was smiling when he saw the other group as he led his defenders back to the camp.  “It was just a fake.  They must have just been trying to scare us.”

“They did a good job of that,” muttered Emily under her breath.  She was still shaking from the experience.

One of the tribesmen who had fought with the three women spoke up.  “It was not a fake, my lord.  They attacked the village.”

The chief stopped and blinked.  “They did?  How many?”

“Ten canoes,” replied the warrior.  “Probably fifty men.”

The chief looked around at the group that stood in front of him.  There were only nine of them:  six men and the three women.  How could they have held off a force of fifty attackers?

“I think we have another Leopard Girl, my lord,” the warrior said as he hugged Anna to him.  “She fought bravely and she fought well.”

“And we have a Leopard Cub, my lord,” said another warrior, hugging the naked and still shaking Emily to him.  “She was fearless as she helped to defend the village.”

The chief rolled his eyes.  “May the gods help us all?  More leopards!”

The three women remained silent during the walk back to the village.  But the six warriors who had fought with them were quite animated as they related the story of the brave defense of the tribe.

Two of them even started a pantomime in which they acted out Anna’s hand-to-hand combat.  They chopped at each other with their hands and kicked at one another until one acted as if he was dead, dropping to his knees and clutching his belly before falling face first into the dirt.

“Ha!” snorted the chief.  Now he knew they were just making it all up.  “Very good tale.  You can be the tribe’s new story teller and you can amuse the children with your fanciful dreams.”

“It is true, my lord,” protested the warrior.  “Here, I’ll show you.  No, I’ll let Shark Girl show you.”  He moved into a crouch and started approaching Anna.

Anna looked pleadingly at the male.  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“We have to show him,” the warrior said.  He advanced closer and reached out to grab Anna.  Anna just ducked away from him easily.

He kept advancing and Anna kept dodging.  Finally, the male grabbed her from behind.  She instinctively jabbed backward with an elbow, knocking the wind out of him.  Then she bent forward and flipped him over her back, letting him land with a loud thud in the dirt.

The warrior looked up at the chief who just rolled his eyes again.  The warrior knew that more proof was needed.  He jumped to his feet and sprang at the girl.  Anna just swung a leg around as she twisted out of the way, knocking the male’s legs out from under him and making him land on his back again in the dirt.

The warrior was exhausted and bruised at this point.  He signaled two more of the defending party to attack the girl.  Quickly, she had the two of them face down in the dirt as she stood behind them, totally nonplussed and not even breaking a sweat.

“It’s true, my lord,” said Jill finally.  “She fought bravely.  And she saved my life.”

The chief blinked and then looked at each of the nine people standing in front of him.  The two males had painfully raised themselves back to their feet.  “Is it true?”

“Yes, my lord,” said the first male.  “Yes, my lord,” said the second.  This was repeated until all six had confirmed that Anna had fought well.

“And she killed at least ten of the invaders all by herself,” added the one at the end as he dusted himself off.

The chief just shook his head in disbelief.  Where were these superwomen coming from?  How could they fight as well as the men?  Actually, they seemed to fight better than his men.  How could they do that?

They proceeded back to the village and one of the males led the chief around the battlefield.  He pointed to Anna.  “That one shot this one and this one and this one…” he went on as he led the chief along the waterfront.  “And she shot four or five of those out there,” he said, pointing to the corpses that had been tossed out of the canoes and which were now floating in the cove.  He led the chief to the other side of the battlefield and pointed to another invader.  “She shot that one.  And this is the one she fought with her hands.”

“And which ones did you shoot, my mighty warrior?” asked the chief.

“I shot one of the ones in that group.”  He pointed to a spot where five bodies were lying together.  He was not even embarrassed that the women had fought so much better than the warriors.  He was just happy that they were on his side.  “The Leopard shot this bunch over here,” he continued.

He led the chief to a spot where three invaders had been shot and more were floating near the shore.  In all, twenty three invaders had been killed.  Only half of them had escaped with their lives.

Emily’s gallantry was equally regaled in the telling of the story and they told of how she bravely ran weapons to the defending party and bandaged the wounded.  Finally, Emily was sent to the cave to retrieve the women and children.  When they returned, the chief declared a celebration and the entire village partied late into the night.

“Now we both have Leopards as katahua, my son,” said the chief as they watched Emily receiving her spots from the village women.  One of the warriors had declared her to be a Leopard Cub for her bravery during the battle.  “May the gods have mercy on us both.”

Anna was declared to be a leopard also but she did not receive any spots.  After all, she was already Shark Girl.

Most of the villagers fell asleep at one point or another during the celebration.  The three leopards sat together on a log, chatting.

“So what were those moves you used on that guy earlier?” asked Emily of Anna.

“Oh, I don’t know,” replied Anna.  “I wasn’t doing much thinking at the time.  I was just reacting as best I could.”

“Have you ever been trained in any martial arts?”

Anna nodded.  “Yeah, a few.  Like I said, I grew up with three brothers.”

“Do you have a rank or color in any of them?” asked Emily.

“Yeah,” nodded Anna.  “Black.”

“Black in which one?”

“In all of them that I was trained in: judo, karate, and taekwando.”

“Wow!” breathed Emily.  “I’m definitely sticking close to you from now on.”

Jill laughed.  She wasn’t sure how successful this was as an anthropology expedition but it sure had been successful from the standpoint of surviving.

To be continued