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Eva and the Black Amazons Pt. 01

By: blackbel2003



Warning: This story is about domination of black women by a white woman in a non-sadistic context. If you feel offended by the theme, please don't read it. However, the author would like to state that she has not written a political essay, but only a piece of fiction. 

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Eva Alpers had reached her thirty-first birthday two weeks before and was feeling fed up with what her life had become. She was a photographer, mostly working for fashion magazines and publicity campaigns. She was good at that, made a lot of money, liked to see the beautiful models in enticing positions – for she loved women and shunned males – but her work was beginning to turn into routine, and she hated that.

She had been thinking about her career and wanted a change. But what? She felt at a loss: she didn't want to go into journalism; to set up a studio and photograph celebrities was too risky – what if none showed up? The competition was fierce in that area. She dreamed of doing something different, something that would really break out of the mould and get her noticed, and also bring her a nice amount of cash.

Her doubts came to an end in a most unexpected way. One day, as she glanced at a bookstore window, an illustrated book on African cultures caught her eye. She pushed the door and spent the next hour leafing through the book: the sight of those dark, perfect bodies, of the luscious colors of the clothes and artifacts, of the powerful landscape, made her tingle with excitement. That was it: a book of photos of African girls, pure, untouched by civilization, full of energy and promises of pleasure! She felt her pussy dampen at the idea; in her college days, she had shown interest in a black student, Amanda, but they had never gone beyond some nights of wonderful lovemaking. She could still remember her rage when Amanda turned her down and began to date a basketball player; nothing she had experienced since equaled that tongue flickering on her womanhood and bringing her to pinnacles of pleasure.

So, that was it: a book on that subject. But how could she find such girls? She set out to do some research, going to libraries where she spent hours on end perusing ethnological treatises and scanning learned journals. On week later, she stumbled on a report that sent her heart pumping fast. It was about a tribe that only recently had come out from isolation and made contact with the world outside. 

She could not believe her eyes as they ran feverishly over the report: it was a tribe of Amazons, utterly different in their habits from any other African cultures. The local government had made contact with them, but the whole issue was still shrouded in mystery: how had they kept their traditions for so long? How could they have escaped illness, slavers, and the mere threat of extinction, since no men were allowed among them? Surely they had some means to propagate, but exactly how was still an enigma.

She made a copy of the report and went directly to the African country consulate. There she was met by the cultural attaché, a tall, slim black woman, who agreed to tell her about the Amazons.

"They are very primitive, it seems," she began, as Eva ate her with her eyes. "They adore some female goddesses, are very able with weapons, and manage quite well to survive under the harsh conditions of the jungle. There is also something curious: our emissaries discovered that they have a very particular relationship to metallic objects. As far as I understand, they attribute some magical power to them, we don't know why."

"Metallic objects? What do you mean?"

"Things made of metal, specially shining ones - buckles, bracelets, earrings, necklaces, and so on. They don't know how to forge metals, or maybe they once did, but have lost this knowledge; their culture is still in the Stone Age. Anyway, our officers were stunned at the way they treated these things: they wanted to touch them, even to bite them!"

"How interesting," said Eva.

"At first they were somewhat suspicious, but soon showed friendliness and acted as good hosts. Of course we took care to send only female officers; they spent some days there and were escorted by the Amazons until the border of their area. Do you want to see some photos? 

"Yes, sure!"

The woman opened a drawer and showed Eva an album with images of the Amazons. They were quite amateurish, but Eva had to hold her breath when she saw the images. The Amazons did not cover their breasts; they were tall, slender, but well shaped, with a warm tone of black on their skins. The photos showed the tribe in their daily tasks; there were girls of all ages, mature women, warriors painted with white ink and ready for war, women dancing at some celebration - a varied assortment of pictures that set Eva's imagination on fire.

"They are superb," she said, "but if you allow a comment, the photos are very poorly made. See here" – she showed with her finger – "out of focus! On this one here, they cut off half the subject's hand. They deserve a better job! I am a photographer: would your government allow me to spend some time with them? Then you could use the pictures to foster tourism, or simply to have a better idea of a part of your population."

The woman helped herself to some more tea. "That would be fine. But we don't have money for such a project," she said. "Budget is very strict, and unhappily the Ministry of Culture has other priorities."

Eva smiled: she had expected precisely that reply.

"I would not charge a penny for my work! What I want is the right to publish a book with the photos. Your government would have only to get me there and ensure that they are well disposed towards me; I would spend two or three months in their village and take my time until they agree to be photographed. What do you say?"

"That sounds fine, but I have to consult with the Ministry. Why don't you call me up in a week?"

Eva nodded. Her desire was to tell that ebony beauty to stripe naked and kiss her entire body, but she could do nothing of the sort. However, she felt that some present would significantly increase the good will of the Ministry towards her request. She took from her wrist a finely wrought bracelet with stones imitating topazes and said:

"Don't take me wrong... I am very grateful to you for all your trouble. Please accept this gift; it will look lovely in your wrist."

The woman's eyes opened wide, and her teeth appeared as she smiled. "For me? Oh, thanks a lot! You are very kind, Miss - she looked at a sheet of paper in front of her - Miss Alpers!" As she spoke, her hand stretched out towards the bracelet on the table. Eva wanted to touch that skin; she was quicker than the woman, and in a flash the bracelet was on her hand again.

"Let me put it on you," she said.

The African offered her arm over the table and Eva brushed her fingers on it, pretending to have some difficulty with the bracelet. She felt a strong urge to lick that silky skin, but she didn't want to jeopardize her chances. "Hold yourself," she thought; "if this works, you will have plenty of time to taste chocolate." She clasped the bracelet and said:

"See, it is lovely! Look how the stones shine on your wrist!" 

"Thanks a lot, Miss Alpers. You will hear from me soon," the cultural attaché said, and stood up, indicating that the meeting was over.

As Eva got out of the consulate, her mind was working at full speed. So, there was a place where black women went almost naked and were mesmerized by metallic objects... If she carried enough of these with her, she could exchange them for favors from the girls. They were certainly accustomed to play with women: how else could they get pleasure? She would choose one or two of the finest and make them her favorites; it was a question of tact - she had to be careful, but if she acted rightly they would give in.

A week later, her portable phone rang. "Miss Alpers? This is Zahira from the Consulate. You have permission to stay six months with the Amazons. Why don't you come tomorrow to discuss the details of you trip? Ah, and your ticket and visa will be a courtesy of our country... Yes... Thanks... Three PM? I will wait for you, then. Good bye!"

Two

The necessary arrangements were made, and a fine morning Eva found herself sitting in a comfortable executive class seat, in an airplane bound to Africa. The trip was somewhat tiresome, but she finally landed in the capital city and was received by a dark-skinned girl in tight shorts and sandals. Her eyes were very expressive, and her smile quite friendly.

"Miss Alpers? I am Katunda, your guide and driver while you stay in our town. Please follow me," the girl said. Eva could not take her eyes form her shapely bottom. The girl had long legs, that ended in a perfect pair of feet: a high arch, tips of the toes nicely aligned, and ankles with deep hollows at the sides of the Achilles tendon. As she walked, a stripe of her white soles showed on the platform of her sandals. 

Eva shivered: one of her fetishes was just that – fine feminine feet. She licked her lips, imagining how they would taste. The girl was seeing Eva's luggage, which was quite impressive, cleared with the customs office. After she got all the necessary stamps, they stepped into a jeep and she was taken to her hotel. 

The next days were sheer delight for Eva. Katunda was a good guide and took her to see the sights of the capital; she was not a Lesbian, but the natives' idea of what the proper distance between people should be was very liberal. Eva took every opportunity to hug Katunda or kiss her cheek; often they walked hand in hand, and the white woman made a habit of letting her hand rest on the black girl's thigh as she drove her around. It was a foretaste of what awaited her in the Amazons village, she thought; she took pictures of Katunda in all poses, and as they were to leave the capital she bought her a beautiful golden wristband. She had her name engraved on it, and when Katunda put it on her thin wrist, Eva felt a twitch in her pussy: such a pretty Nubian carrying a band with her name!

The next day, they loaded a jeep with Eva's luggage and departed for the hinterland. The photographer had a toned body and a fine bust; that day, she had done her blonde hair casually in a sort of bun behind her head, putting into value her finely shaped neck. She was wearing a pair of slacks, rough boots that went just to her ankles, and a blouse with an open neck. 

She had taken care to put on a golden pair or earrings; she had not forgotten what the attaché had told her about the fascination of the Amazons with metallic objects. That was why she wanted to have some on her body, rather inconspicuous, but clearly visible – so she could test their reaction to them without arousing suspicions. In her luggage, besides books, personal items, her cameras, a good supply of batteries and flashlights, she had brought a sizable amount of cheap silver and steel necklaces, bracelets, little chains, mirrors, piercings, small bells, and variety of chains cut to several lengths. 

She had made up her mind. She was pretty sure that she would find a suitable companion for the warm nights that awaited her. But she wanted more than that; she wanted some pretty Negresses to take care of her needs, something she was denied by the conventions of her own society. She had imagined herself living two or three hundred years ago, surrounded by scantily dressed ebony girls, duly trained into doing what she told them to, and that thought had set fire to her imagination. She was determined to try and see if the Amazons would do for her all that Amanda would have done, had they lived in a less egalitarian age. 

As the jeep left the asphalt for a side road, Katunda had already filled her with a lot of information about the Amazons. They were now on the topic of men:

"How do they manage to get babies?" Eva had asked.

"It seems that they allow men from a certain tribe to come into their village once every while to fecundate them," the girl answered. "We don't know what they do with the male babies; I don't believe they kill them, as legend has. It seems that give them away to their fathers' tribe, and keep only the girls."

"I see," said Eva. "And what about their organization, do they have a leader or something?"

"Our emissaries were received by a sort of leader, but I don't know how they choose her," Katunda replied as she drove cautiously to avoid the holes on the road. "They are not so bellicose as they once were, it seems; we would have known if they waged war on the neighboring tribes. But they do train for war."

"And is it true that they cut off their right breast to make it easier when they use their bows?"

"Not that we know. They use flintstone knives, and a sort of thin, wooden dart they blow from a tube and use for hunting. They are also good with bows and arrows. We suppose that they were warriors, but really do not know much about them. You will be the first outsider to live with them for a longer time."

"Do you think that they will be open to learn from me and to teach me their ways?"

"Well, that depends on how they like you," the girl replied briskly. "Be tactful; theirs is a primitive culture, so I think they will be willing to learn new things. At least, they seemed very curious about our emissaries, asking what was this and that, and behaved as good hosts while they were there."

They were atop a small hill from which they could already see the village of the Amazons. No palisade surrounded the straw-covered huts, which were disposed in concentric ranks around a wide circle. Eva fetched her binoculars and had a good glance at the tiny points that moved in the distance: the Amazons were busy in their daily tasks. There were many goats but no fowl or horses. They seemed to be in an age previous to domesticating cattle. The vegetation was a deep shade of green, indicating abundance of water. Eva took her camera and made some photos: those views could be used as an introduction to her book. 

Katunda parked the jeep just outside the first rank of huts and they stepped down. The whole tribe seemed to be there, surrounding them and talking excitedly as they approached the visitors. There were several dozens of them, aging from little girls to mature women. They were still darker than Eva had imagined from the photos the attaché had shown her.

Most wore hides around their loins; some had a sort of flap tied to a string and covering their sex and buttocks. Breasts were bare; their curly hair was done in a variety of shapes, and they had sandals made of leather. Not all are were beautiful, but there was a good proportion of pretty ones. Eva chuckled at their lithe bodies and long limbs; they seemed healthy and supple, almost feline in their natural elegance. Eva noticed some round bellies: so there was some contact with men, but none were to be seen. She waited while Katunda spoke to them:

"Good morning to all! This lady here has come to stay in your village for some time. We hope that you like her and treat her as you treated the emissaries who visited you some time ago, so that she may come back to her country with a good impression of ours."

"We will', said a stout woman apparently in her late twenties. Eva smiled and waved her hand, scanning the half-naked females around her, thinking of what she had in store for them. One of the young girls seemed even more interested in her than the rest of her tribe; her big eyes were glued to her earrings.

She decided to try her luck.

"What is your name, young one?"

"I am Sheera," replied the girl. 

"Good! I am Miss," Eva said. "Would you be so kind and take my parcels from the jeep? And ask some of your friends to help you with them?"

She turned to Katunda. 

"Thank you, Katunda. I think that now I am by myself; the women seem friendly, and I hope my stay will be pleasant. Are you staying overnight, or coming back to the city?"

"I am leaving; I have work to do at the Ministry. You have the radio equipment; if you need anything, please let us know, and we will try to help." 

"Very good. Let me see you off." Eva walked with her to where she had parked the jeep; she smiled as she saw that a group of girls was following them. As they took her bags and parcels from the jeep, she hugged Katunda and kissed her on her cheeks; one day, she thought, she should seriously try and lure her into her bed... 

Katunda sat on the driver's seat, turned the motor on, and disappeared in a cloud of dust. The game was afoot now.

Sheera put a bag on her head; so did the others. Eva grabbed the green sack which contained her cameras and followed them. Their hips swayed gently as they moved over to the hut where the visitor was to stay. Eva stepped in; the hut was spacious, with openings in the walls to let the sunlight in. 

"Please take care, gentle girls! Put the bags smoothly down, yes, like that! This bag to the side of that one, please. Thank you!" The girls did what she was asking; a neat line of parcels formed at the far end of the hut. Eva smiled to herself: they seemed quite capable of following instructions. The sight of their young, slender bodies was making her heart beat quicker; they were as agile as a pack of cheetahs. 

The girls left, but Sheera stayed behind, clearly interested in a closer contact with the foreign lady. Eva said:

"You can stay here if you wish, and tell me more about your people."

The young Amazon's face opened into a wide smile.

"Yes, Miss, Sheera will stay and help you. Are you hungry, or thirsty?"

"I would appreciate some fruits, yes, and something to drink. The journey was long." 

Sheera went out and soon came back with a basket full of bananas and mangoes; she had also brought a jug with fresh water.

Eva had taken a good glance at the inside of the hut; there was a cot made of leaves, a huge stone that seemed to serve as table, and not much more. She sat on the cot, crossed her legs, and drank from the bowl Sheera was offering her. The girl was squatting, her bottom on her heels; Eva could see a good portion of her thighs, as her knees were parted to assure balance.

Eva's face flushed as she opened one of her bags. It contained clothes inside plastic bags, some medicines, and a varied assortment of metal needles, knives, bracelets and necklaces. She turned to the girl:

"I came to know your people and learn your ways," she said. "And, if you want, to let you know some customs of my people."

Sheera nodded. 

"Also, I will make your tribe known abroad, and many people will admire you, because I will let them learn how beautiful you look," Eva went on. She took her Polaroid and aimed it at the girl; a light flashed, and after some seconds the picture came out.

"See? This is Sheera," Eva said.

The girl could not believe her eyes. On the thin paper, there was a likeness of her, squatting there, her finely shaped features faithfully reproduced.

"How do you do that?" she asked, puzzled.

"This is a secret of my people. It is called a picture. I want to make many pictures of you and of the other Amazons," Eva replied astutely. "Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes, Miss!" Her voice sounded excited. Eva followed her eyes as they moved from the picture to her ears, from which dangled the golden earrings.

"Turn around, please, Sheera. I have to take my bra off."

The girl stood up and turned, allowing Eva a good sight of her lithe back and bottom. Opening her blouse, the photographer took off her bra and waited a bit before telling Sheera to turn again. She guessed that the girl was curious to see her body; she left one button of her blouse open, showing some of her cleavage. 

Sheera had turned towards her and was looking fixedly at Eva's hair, which had been freed from the bun and was waving over her shoulders. She stood up, approached Eva and rubbed her fingers on that hair, feeling how silky and thin it was. She seemed quite at ease in the presence of the foreign woman.


Eva and the Black Amazons Pt. 01



"Are you so pale in all of your body, or just on your face and there?" she asked, pointing to Eva's lap. 

"Would you like to see? Come here and help me undress."

She had purposely left out the polite formula "please," but Sheera did not seem to notice. She stood up and put her hands to Eva's blouse, fidgeting a bit with the buttons, but quickly learned how to deal with them. 

"To slip out of my slacks I have to remove my boots. Can you help me? It is easier if you kneel down and pull them off." Her hand reached out and pushed Sheera's shoulder gently down; her skin felt like velvet, smooth and shining.

Sheera knelt down and pulled on the boots. Eva let her stand up again and quickly stepped out of her slacks and thong. Sheera was looking at her with eager eyes, as if she wanted to take her shape into her memory. Then she did something wholly unexpected: she began to sniff Eva's body, starting from her head and going slowly down. Eva couldn't help thinking that she moved with the elegance and flexibility of a cat; she was growing aroused as the girl's nose neared her sex. She stood still: was that a local way of courting a mate? 

Sheera went on sniffing her, her nostrils moving quickly as she got the white woman's scent into her memory.

"What are you doing, Sheera?"

"I am smelling you, Miss, so I can recognize you in the dark."

"And why would you have to recognize me in the dark?"

Sheera did not answer. She had noticed a golden circlet shining on Eva's right ankle and knelt down to examine it more closely. Eva turned her calf to let her have a good glance at it; the girl brushed it with her fingers. The photographer swallowed hard: a luscious black girl was kneeling in front of her, her lips so close to her foot!

"You can look closer, if you want, Sheera. Taste it, it is real gold."

She held her breath as Sheera approached her mouth to the anklet and licked it. 

"Do you like the taste? If you do, you can lick more," Eva said, her other foot rubbing gently the girl's arm. Sheera took the foot with the anklet in her hand as if to weigh it; her tongue felt wonderful on Eva's skin. 

"It tastes good, Miss!" 

"What tastes good, the anklet or my foot?"

Sheera let her tongue wander on the upper part of the woman's foot. Eva gained confidence and let her other foot rest on the girl's naked breast. The girl's teeth closed on that tasty heel; the white woman had to control herself - her cunt was twitching and the Amazon could notice it. Her voice sounded excited:

"Am I good to bite, Sheera?"

The girl left the heel and bit slightly one of Eva's toes.

"That thing on your foot is nice to see, but not to bite," she said seriously. 

"You may lick as you want, or kiss, but don't bite! This could hurt Miss," Eva said, not believing that the girl was actually licking her toe. 

"Good, Sheera. Now stand up and let Miss feel your smell as you did with mine."

The girl rose to her feet and let Eva sniff her. Eva began at her forehead and went slowly down, inhaling the scent from every part of that dark, luscious body. It smelled of Nature and of innocence, of pleasure to be given and taken. She breathed deeply at the navel and went down until she was two inches above the pussy; she stopped and asked:

"Do you have a good nose, Sheera?" She could hardly wait to see it planted between her own legs. But the girl didn't answer; her eyes had caught sight of the metal trinkets in the plastic bags that Eva had let on the cot.

"You have spotted my necklaces, Sheera! Do you think your people will like them?" 

"Are they for us, Miss?" The girl's hand was pointing to the bag.

"Some, for those of you who become my close friends." Eva smiled and moved over to the cot. The sun on the polished steel objects made them glitter even more. The woman took a thick steel collar and held it out to Sheera.

"This is valued very highly in my homeland," she said.

The girl tried it on her neck, her eyes telling Eva how badly she wanted to keep it. Eva shook her head:

"It will be given to a very special girl, one extremely loyal and helpful," she said.

Sheera's fingers were on the lock on the back of the necklace. "What is that for?"

"This is a special clasp, to prevent the person from losing it."

"If Sheera helps you, will you give it to me?" Her voice trembled.

"It is easy to talk of rewards, Sheera! I have to see first if you are worthy of them. You would have to work hard and be very helpful to earn it."

Sheera sighed; the woman was not going to give her that beautiful, strange thing. As she handed it back, she had decided: she would do her best to win it. Suddenly, her eyes flashed: like the thing on the white woman's ankle, the necklace was... a bulawa! There were many local stories about those powerful amulets. She blinked: better not to tell the visitor about that – what if she could not be trusted?

On her side, Eva was thinking hard. She wanted that girl badly, both as a sex toy and as a servant. An idea flashed through her mind: 

"When you hunt, do you use sign language, or special sounds? I may have to call you quickly. Do you know what a whistle is?" She gave out a long note, followed by a short one. The girl nodded.

"This will make you know you are needed, Sheera. Now go out and pay attention: when you hear the sign, come here. I will teach you many things, and this is the first. But only if you are willing to learn."

"Sheera wants to learn!" the girl said, and went off the hut. 

The village was filled with the usual sounds of daily life: people talking, children playing, wood being cut to make fire, and so on. Sheera walked a few steps from the hut and waited. The whistle sounded sharp and clear; several girls looked up, wondering what that could be.

Sheera heard it too, and ran into the hut.

"Good! Now, a second thing: when you come where I am, you kneel down."

The girl did as she was told. Eva reached out and pressed her knees outward:

"Open you legs and place you hands on you thighs, palms up."

Sheera obeyed. She was glad to learn something from that woman's distant land and have something exciting to tell her friends.

"This is how my best friend does it," Eva went on, her hand strolling the girl's back. "Spine straight! Put your chest out, so you can look your best!"

Sheera's nipples pointed straight ahead. Eva's pussy was getting wet at the sight of the girl in that position.

"Now you lift up that skirt and show me you lips. This is a sign that you trust me and respect me." She held her breath: would the girl accept that?

Sheera didn't think twice: her hand moved to the end of her skirt and pulled it up.

"You do this when you kneel, Sheera, and only then you put your palms up. Spread your legs a bit wider... yes, like that!" Eva grinned as she saw the girl's labia parting. 

"Good girl! Now, when I touch there with my toe, this is the signal that you may stand up." 

Sheera nodded; she looked like a statue of ebony, her torso straight as she showed her young cunt the white woman. Eva nudged her lips with her toe and felt a shiver down her spine.

"Now let us train this until you do it well. Up and outside!"

Sheera stood up and got off. Eva waited for some minutes, anticipating what she would see soon, her own labia slick as she enjoyed the thought of that delightful girl coming at her beckon call. Outside, Sheera waited until she heard the long-and-short sound, and rushed into the hut. Kneeling down, she rolled up her skirt, spread her knees and put her hands on her thighs, showing their white palms. She was anxious: was she doing it right?

A bright smile from Eva rewarded her: she stretched her foot out and ran it on the girl's slit. As the tip of the woman's toe caressed her petals, Sheera felt aroused, but kept still until the she dragged it away.

Eva watched as she stood up, a beautiful little thing, black as coal, perfectly formed, and so eager for her reward. She had thought that the Amazons would be more difficult to break; the girl's docility was a welcome surprise. She wanted to grab her and shove her face right into that slick cunt... But she didn't do that. "This beauty will be sucking my pussy and my breasts every night if I play well my game," she thought.

"So, Sheera, you have no men in you tribe. What do you do when you need ... ummm ... some pleasure?"

The girl laughed. "We play with each other, Miss, and touch there" – she pointed to the white woman's pussy. Her wide nostrils flared: her keen nose had spotted a well-known scent - the musk of cunt juice. Indeed, that entire scene was making Eva feel a familiar wetness between her thighs.

She reached out and touched Sheera's pussy under her skirt, running a finger across her lips.

"Like that?" 

Sheera mumbled something and opened a bit more her legs, offering her pussy to Eva's fingers. The photographer smiled and went on her exploration. The African girl had strong, clean lines and limbs, and looked quite healthy. "If properly trained, this one can provide many years of good service," she thought. 

"So, you girls touch anybody they want, or only someone you have a special relationship to?" She went behind Sheera and put her other hand on the girl's breast, cupping it gently, her stomach against the small of her back, her pussy grinding lightly against the firm buttocks.

"We ask any girl that we like if she wants to play," Sheera replied, her body tense because of the caress. "But if she does not want to, you leave her and look for another. This is our custom, Miss." She closed her legs in a reflex as Eva's finger pressed her clit.

"Shh... Stay as you are," Eva said quietly, her lips brushing the girl's neck. "If I need some touching, will you do it for me?"

"Yes, Miss, why not?" She was feeling more and more aroused, as Eva moved her finger into her pussy and traced gently her left ear with her lips. The photographer stayed behind her for a while; her cunt was sending off signals that meant, "take care of me, and the sooner the better." She sat on the cot and spread her legs:

"I need it now, Sheera. Come closer, please."

The girl's eyes had been attracted again to anklet, like it was a magnet. Eva smiled and whistled a long sound, followed by a short one. Sheera seemed to wake up form her trance; her finger found the white woman's labia and began to rub them softly, as she had done so many times with her mates. 

Eva groaned and leaned down on the cot. "She is doing it! This little Nubian is ready to lick my cunt... and I have bean here only for two hours!" She said aloud:

"Hmm, Sheera, that feels wonderful!" She pushed a finger into her canal; dampening it on her nectar, she painted Sheera's mouth with it. The girl felt the flavor and automatically ran her tongue on her lips. 

"Only one thing could feel better than that, Sheera..."

"What, Miss?" Her finger was making circular movements on the white woman's clit, carefully teasing it.

"Your tongue!"

Though it may seem strange, the Amazons did not know that caress. So Sheera left Eva's clit and went again to her foot; she licked around the anklet as she had done before, thinking the woman was asking for that.

Eva quivered as she felt that luscious tongue circling her ankle. She was even more aroused by the idea of taming that black cat than by the actual sensation on her foot. She wanted to enjoy that forever:

"Yes, Sheera, that feels good!" She turned her foot to show the inside. 

"Now lick inside it, slowly..." Sheera moved her tongue along the arch bone and the soft bottom of Eva's left foot; the photographer placed her right one on her back and hooked it behind Sheera's head, nudging her up her calf as she spread her labia open. The scent from her pussy was like a magnet to the hunter's nose. Eva said softly:

"Here, Sheera. Lick here..." 

Sheera had never done that, but was feeling aroused by the proximity of Eva's body. She marveled at how fair her skin was, at the rosy pussy and at the blonde, soft bush that covered the woman's mound - so different from the color on the body of her own kind! She placed her tongue on the open cleft: it tasted acrid, sweet and sour at the same time. She licked the lips and the clit, lapping the nectar that dripped from them.

"She is a natural cunt lapper! Oh my God, she is a natural..." Eva thought as she wrapped her thighs around the girl's head and wiggled her cunt against her face. "She is going to be perfect ­- young, vibrant, and innocent... I will have her for years!"

Sheera was indeed enjoying that, her tongue moving from the outer folds to the inside of Eva's hole, her mouth filled with the new taste. Eva was leaning back, her knees up, feeling the contractions that preceded orgasm.

"Oh, Sheera! Keep that up and you will get your necklace in a few more days!" Her belly was trembling in an uncontrollable way: "Deeper! Deeper!," she shouted.

The girl was working fast, her nose planted on the mound, her lips open. Her hand went down, looking automatically for her own pussy, but Eva kicked it away with a movement of her foot:

"No, Sheera, now you pay attention to Miss!" Her voice was stern.

Sheera took her hand off and concentrated on Eva. Her nipples were rubbing against the white woman's leg as she licked deeply inside her. Eva groaned again; she gripped the girl's head and placed the mouth on her swollen clit. And in seconds it came: a strong climax, like she had not had for months. She moaned loudly and pressed Sheera's head in place, until she cummed for a second time, and a third...

Sheera had never seen a woman cumming that strong. She tried again to touch herself, but Eva took her hands in hers and kissed them softly. As she felt totally relaxed, she motioned for the girl to lay on her back and began to tease her, tweaking her nipples, stroking her pussy, sliding her hand to feel the warmth of her inner thighs. Sheera was breathing quickly, her body aching for relief. But Eva didn't intend to let her cum: "I want her to wait and ask for my permission... It will take some time make her learn that, so why not begin right now?," she thought. Sheera writhed on the cot, arching up to meet Eva's finger.

The woman stopped teasing her and put her hand on Sheera's stomach. It was flat as a washboard, the abs well defined under the skin.

"Did you like tasting Miss, Sheera?" The girl was motionless, waiting for the caress to continue. Eva's finger moved to her left nipple, which sprang up from the lighter aureole like a flower stem. 

"Oh yes, Miss! You taste well!"

"You want that pretty necklace, don't you? To earn it, you will have to make your Miss very, very happy! You will come here when I whistle for you, greet me like I taught you, and do as you did now when your Miss tells you to. Will you do that, Sheera? To earn the necklace?"

The girl was moaning and moving her hips, her body tense in the expectation of release. "Yes, Miss! Sheera wants a necklace!" But she didn't say why.

Eva smiled wickedly and took her hand out. "That is it how it has to be, Sheera. Now get up and go bring me a bucket of water. Up!"

The Amazon stared at her.

"Sheera is feeling hot," she said.

"I know, Sheera. But if you want me to like you and count you among my friends, you have to do as I tell you. Now stand up and do as I asked you."

The Amazon hesitated a bit, but stood up and went out from the hut. Eva shook her head: if the rest of the tribe showed that same willingness to comply with her requests, her stay in the village was going to be memorable.

Three

Eva became suddenly aware that she was being watched. She turned to the entrance of the hut: another girl was leaning against the post and staring at her naked body. She was taller than Sheera and somewhat rounder, with a pair of protruding breasts that seemed do be asking to be sucked. "Quite a treat," she thought.

"What is you name?" Eva asked, not knowing whether the girl was friendly disposed towards her.

"Tonga," the girl said. "And yours?'

"Came in, Tonga, you are welcome. Sheera calls me Miss."

The girl stepped into the hut and was immediately attracted by the shining objects that Eva had taken out from the plastic bag. The photographer smiled: she had to discover why those women were so fascinated by such simple things. But that had to wait; she motioned for the girl to come nearer and have a good look at the collection of items she had displayed on the cot.

Tonga moved with the agility of a panther, touching and sniffing the bracelets, collars and rings in front of her. Eva let her do that for a while; then she remembered that Sheera must have been waiting for her sign. She sent out the long and short whistle; the girl came at once and put the bucket on the ground; kneeling down, she rolled her skirt up to show her labia and put her hands on her thighs.

Tonga's expression showed how puzzled she was at what her friend wad doing; her eyes opened still wider as the white woman nibbled her toe on Sheera's pussy.

"Sheera, what does this..."

Eva cut her short. The girl was quite attractive, and as legitimate a prey as any Amazon. Why let her escape the web she was beginning to weave? 

"I have taught Sheera a way of greeting that we use in my land. She has been very helpful just now, and is on her way to earn one of my beautiful necklaces. I wonder if would you like to join her I will be glad to teach you, if you want to." 

Tonga hesitated: all that was so weird! She glanced again at the bulawas, undecided. A strong desire to have one of those shining things was creeping inside her. She had nothing to lose; why not give herself the chance to get one? 

She took a deep breath and knelt by Sheera's side, rolling up her skirt and putting her palms on her thighs. Eva reached her toe out and touched her pussy; Tonga seemed mesmerized by the anklet on the white woman's foot. The photographer brushed her slit; as she expected, it became wet in instants. She retreated her foot and let it dangle in front of the girl. 

"Tonga, I see that you are interested in my golden anklet. Why don't you go ahead and touch it?"

The girl took Eva's foot on her hand and rubbed the metal circlet.

"You may also taste it, dear."

The young Amazon leaned forward and licked the anklet. Eva put her foot to the girl's mouth and pushed gently the toe she had dampened on her juice into it. Eva grinned wickedly as Tonga began to suck it.

"Very good, Tonga! I see that you want to be like Sheera, one of my friends here. Am I right?"

The girl nodded, as she could not speak with Eva's toe in her mouth.

"Then you have to learn a sign like Sheera's, so that you will come when Miss needs you. Yours will be like that" – she whistled two ling sounds - "can you recognize it?"

Tonga nodded again.

"Good! Let us train it. Go outside and wait to be called; when you come in, please greet me as you have just learned. And – Sheera – I think I will need to be cleaned; I have to go and meet your leader, and I don't want to see her with all this sweat and dust on me. Go fetch something to wash me with, maybe some soft weeds, and bring them here. I will teach Tonga while you are away; then both of you will wash me and help me to get dressed."

Sheera seemed surprised at that request, but Eva's eyes were firm. "Out, both of you!," she said briskly, and grinned broadly as the girls vanished from the hut.

She spent two minutes choosing carefully a collar from her collection; she was going to offer it as a present to the Amazons' leader, whoever she was. If she arrived to secure a collar on someone they respected, the other Amazons would soon be competing for one, too.

She whistled for Tonga. The girl ran into the hut and knelt down, rolled up her skirt and showed the white on her palms.




Eva and the Black Amazons Pt. 01



"Very good, Tonga! Now, put you head up, and your breasts out – like this, yes – perfect! And wait for my toe; that means that you may get up." She turned around the young Amazon, touching her shoulders, cupping her breasts, and tracing her lips and chin. She patted the thick mane on her head, enjoying the control she was gaining over her.

She knelt down and nibbled Tonga's nipple; pulling the firm breast into her mouth, she sucked lightly on it. Tonga made a movement to stand up; Eva pressed her shoulder down, as if she were a pet being taught a new trick.

"Stay where you are, Tonga, if you really want one of those necklaces by the end of the week." She moved her tongue to her neck and chin, feeling the bones in her face. She was very aroused.

"Sheera told me that here in your tribe you like to play with each other. Do you want to learn how we do that in my country?"

Tonga was staring at the bright steel circlet on the cot.

"Yes, Miss!"

"O.K. Lay on your back and spread your legs. I will do it once on you, so you can learn and do it on me when I need it."

She put her tongue on the inside of those luscious, firm thighs, and made her way up to the point where they met. She lapped Tonga's nectar with care, talking her time, exploring each fold and crevice, sliding into the narrow canal, taking possession of that succulent young cunt as if she was a sailor planting a flag on some newly discovered land. Tonga moaned and writhed; Eva caressed her nipples with her fingers, darting her tongue on the girl's clit until she exploded, shaking her body in quick, nervous movements.

As Tonga was recovering, Eva whistled for Sheera. The girl came into the hut, carrying a bundle of weeds in her hands. She greeted Eva, who touched briefly her labia and said:

"Tonga and Sheera, you are going now to wash Miss. Please do it right, or I will have to select somebody else as candidates for my necklaces. Tonga, take care of my back; Sheera, you work on the front part."

The girls' hands worked deftly, twisting the weeds, dipping them into the fresh water and going back to where they had left. Eva was enjoying immensely the girls' attention towards her. When both knelt down to wash her buttocks and legs, she patted their heads; their hair felt agreeably rough on her palm. They washed her legs and feet, and proceeded to clean her pussy and back hole.

When they had finished, Eva motioned for them to stay on their kneels and went to her sack. She took a bottle of a fragrant liquid and rubbed it on her body.

"This is called eau-de-cologne, and it is for giving your Miss a good smell."

"Can we have some, too?" asked Tonga.

"No, dear. I don't have much of this, and I want you to smell your natural scent," Eva said, closing the bottle. She could see a shade of disappointment on Tonga's eyes; it was important, however, to press on her minds the idea that some things were reserved for her. "Let them understand that when I say 'no', I mean it," she thought.

She put the bottle back in the sack:

"Now you will help me to dress. Sheera, fetch me a skirt; Tonga, see that blue blouse? It will go well with the skirt." She didn't want any thong or bra; who knew, maybe she could lure their leader into trying her pussy... The girls helped her into her clothes and knelt down to fasten a pair of light sandals on her feet; Eva wanted her anklet to be clearly visible to all.

"That is it! We are becoming good friends. Sheera, please brush my hair. Tonga, will you make a bundle of the clothes I was wearing? I was wondering if you could wash them for me at the stream."

The next ten minutes were sheer delight for Eva. Sheera's hands were delicate, and she loved to have her hair brushed; the other Nubian rolled up her skirt, blouse, bra and thong. The idea of having the Amazon doing her laundry was quite pleasing, both because she hated to do it herself, and because that meant acceptance of her position as a servant. Finally she felt satisfied:

"Thank you, dears! I am very pleased with you both. Now you know some of Miss's ways, like you were born in my homeland! Let's go and meet your leader; it is high time that I pay her my respects," she said, grabbing the steel collar she had chosen. 

They went across the village and stopped before a hut.

"Samba lives here," said Sheera. "I will tell her that you came to visit her.

Eva's eyes widened for a short second when she saw Samba. The warrior was in her early thirties; a leopard pelt flapped over her sex and thighs, leaving bare the sides of her thighs; another pelt covered her ass. She was rounder and taller than the girls she had been talking to. Eva wondered if she had breastfed her children; if she had, the excellent state of her breasts would never let one guess. Her hair was cut short; thick lips, flat nose, glowing black skin - "African from head to toe," Eva thought, "and so deliciously primitive!"

The leader spoke in a dignified tone:

"Welcome to our village! What is you name?"

"The girls call me Miss, Samba. I want to thank you for the kind hospitality you are extending to me. I have brought a gift for you; maybe we can talk in you hut?"

"Yes, Miss! Please come in."

Eva entered the hut; it was sparsely furnished, like the one she had been assigned. The cot was covered with an animal skin; on a big stone there were a jar, a bowl, some thin wooden tubes – these must be the darts, Eva thought - a dagger, and a primitive comb made of fish bones. On a smaller stone, which seemed to be a sort of stool, a knife and some arrows; Samba had been sharpening them. Several other skins strewn around the showed that its owner was a skilled hunter.

"May I sit down, Samba? Thank you letting me into your hut - I feel really welcome!" Samba didn't reply: her eyes, Eva noticed with pleasure, were glued on her anklet. "Definitely, this is the way to throw my net over these creatures," she thought, showing her the collar she had chosen for her.

"Samba, I learned that you tribe likes to be beautifully adorned. So I brought from my land some special necklaces, and would like to offer one to you. Would you accept it?"

The black woman's lips trembled: "Yes, certainly! Thank you!"

"In this case, please kneel down here and let me put it on you neck," Eva said, and sat on the stool.

Her heart beat quicker: she was going to collar her first Negress ever! She brushed the silky black skin on the back of Samba's neck. Leaving the inch and a half band a bit snug, she clasped the lock behind it, and waved the golden ring that shone on the middle toe of her foot just before the warrior's eyes. The rich shade of black on her back was tempting her; she stroked the leader's cheek affectionately and whistled the signs for Sheera and Tonga.

"I have taught Sheera and Tonga how a Miss is greeted in my land," she said as the two girls knelt down before her and waited to be allowed to rise. Samba winked:

"Is it like that in you land, Miss?"

"Yes, Samba. Would you like to learn?

"Why not?" Samba's voice betrayed her curiosity.

"The please open you knees. No, wider... like that... perfect..." She slid her foot between her knees and let her sole wander for a moment on the firm thigh. Samba jerked a bit and looked up, somewhat startled. 

"Keep quiet, Samba dear!" Eva's toe touched her slit and moved up and down some times, until she could feel a sticky juice covering them. The Amazon looked in the direction of Sheera and Tonga; they were like statues of ebony, perfectly immobile. She decided to imitate them and let the visitor teach her that strange compliment.

Eva smiled and took her foot away. "When you feel Miss's toe on you, this means that you greeting is accepted, and you may stand up." Her eyes spotted the jar on the larger stone: could she make the Amazon's leader to serve her a drink? 

"Samba, I am thirsty. Would you please let me taste what is inside that jar?"

Samba stood up, poured some palm wine into a bowl and offered it to the visitor. But Eva didn't take it; instead, she pointed silently to the ground. Of course, the Amazon didn't understand what she meant.

"Samba, in my land, girls like you know how to offer a drink. Would you like to learn that, too?" 

Eva's tone was gentle and she kept smiling; she had to be cautious and avoid by all means hurting the leader's feelings. Nevertheless, her pussy was itching at the sight of the collar on the Nubian's neck; she could not resist pushing her a little more.

"Kneel down like Tonga and Sheera, but be careful, you don't want to spill the drink!" Samba bent down until her knees touched ground; her breasts bounced a little and she looked up at Eva.

"Yes, that is it! Now, you bow you head and extend the cup to me with your arms stretched. This is how anything is offered in my land." She shivered as she saw Samba lowering her head and offering her the bowl, knowing that her eyes would be attracted to her ankle, as sure as a compass would always point to the north.

"Now you say: Miss, Samba has brought you your refreshment. Tonga and Sheera, say it with Samba, so that you may learn it too!"

She clenched her thighs as the three Amazons repeated the words; only then did she take the bowl. Samba made a movement to stand up; Eva's foot, though, landed on her thigh and pressed gently down.

"Isn't my anklet beautiful? Almost as beautiful as you look with your new necklace. Don't you think so, girls?"

"Yes, Miss!" Sheera and Tonga replied. They were stunned to see the white woman offering bulawas for nothing; it was certain that she was not aware of their value. Samba was thinking exactly that; she was much more pleased than Eva could imagine to have been offered that shining thing.

Eva's foot moved to Samba's thigh; the contrast between their skins was exciting her to the point that she had to hide her feelings.

"It is real gold, Samba. You can confirm if you lick it."

Samba put her tongue to the anklet, which made her also lap the skin around it. "She is so sensuous," Eva thought to herself, "and so primitive... If I play well my game, I will have her eating from my hand before the week is over." The warrior was biting the metal circlet; a grimace appeared on her face, as she felt is hard between her teeth.

Eva frowned: 

"Everything all right?" 

She lifted her other foot and let it graze over her nipple.

"I have many necklaces, and other pretties, to trade or give," she said astutely. Samba lifted her head and stared at her. Eva decided to send away the two girls; she wanted some time alone with the leader. She turned to them:

"Dear ones, please go now and see to you chores. Tonga, I want those clothes washed when I come back to my hut. Sheera can help you."

The girls stood up and left, walking gracefully; Eva turned to Samba:

"Would you like to know more about the special gifts I have?"

Samba's eyes sparkled. "Yes!"

"You say, Yes, Miss, dear. Can you?" Her foot was resting on Samba's thigh, pinning her to place.

"Yes, Miss!"

"I have shown some to the girls who were just left; they have done their best to make me happy."

"Really? What have they done?"

Eva giggled:

"I will tell Samba if she addresses me properly."

Samba looked a bit puzzled; then she remembered and corrected herself:

"What have they done, Miss?"

"Good, Samba!" Eva patted her head. "They are good girls, Sheera and Tonga. They are learning to do what Miss tells them. For instance, my foot has a cramp here - I have been walking all day. If one of them were here now, I am sure they would take care of it."

Samba was not to be outdone by two nubile girls. She took Eva's foot in her hand and massaged the spot under the arch bone.

"With your tongue, please, Samba - can you do it?"

The woman put Eva's foot to her mouth and began to lick what she thought was the sore spot. Eva shivered at the sight of the l Amazon kneeling in front of her, with a collar on her neck, licking her foot while she caressed her scalp. She slowly slid her big toe into Samba's mouth; the leader licked on it, feeling faintly the taste of the three pussies it had dipped into. She didn't know why that was having such a strange effect on her; she only knew that it was arousing. 

"Her lips are thick, and her tongue richer than the other two," Eva thought. "I will make her my official licker." 

"Thank you, Samba. My foot is better now; I was wondering if you would like to try another part of me, but I feel embarrassed to say which!"

Samba waited, her eyes glaring.

"Between you, Sheera and Tonga, it is hard to decide who is the most beautiful. And it makes me... well, you know... need something. Would you touch me?"

Samba laughed.

"You like Tonga and Sheera? They can help you while you stay with us!"

"Yes, I know, but they are not here now." 

She had raised her skirt and was showing Samba her puffy labia. 

"Would you touch me here? Please?"

Samba stretched her hand and brushed her long fingers on the white woman's sex, marveling at how fair its color was. She approached her nose to sniff; Eva wanted to cry out: "Now, lick your mistress to her blow!" But she held herself; she simply held Samba's ears and pulled her head gently towards her.

"Sheera said it tastes better than anything she has ever licked."

"Lick?" Samba's voice sounded perplexed.

"Yes, lick. This is one of the things I have taught her."

With some hesitation, Samba stuck out her tongue and placed its tip on the first pair of white labia she had ever seen. Something in that woman was arousing her more and more, even if her ways were so different of those she knew – or perhaps exactly because of that?

"You do taste good," she said, as she licked up and down into Eva's slippery cleft. She probed inside the canal; the taste there was a bit salty. Eva felt a jerk and brushed her finger behind her ears, like she would do to a cat. Now Samba had a weak spot precisely behind her right ear; the woman's caress aroused her to such an extent that her hand moved under her pelt towards her cunt. But Eva didn't want her to rub there; her aim was to gain as much control over the Amazon as she possibly could.

"Samba, why don't you put you fingers in me?"

Samba knew what the woman was wishing for: that was the way the Amazons excited each other. She inserted two fingers in the open hole in front of her, while her other hand kept rubbing her own pussy. Eva moved her foot and put some pressure on the leader's hand, trying to remove it aside. But Samba would not give up; she kept touching under her pelt until she reached a mild climax. She rose up and helped herself to some palm wine, telling Eva in a subtle way that the meeting was over.

The white woman frowned. "This wild cat will lean who owns her, sure as two and two are four: but we have to go step by step." She measured each of her next words:

"Samba, why have you left me? You are a very kind and beautiful woman, and I am glad to see how fast you learn the customs of my land. I am not done yet; will you please come here again?"

Samba looked surprised. But she wanted to honor her guest; besides, she had been given a fine bulawa, which she intended to use as soon as possible. She laughed:

"Miss wants more of that? Samba will give it to Miss!"

Eva showed on her finger how to lick a clit. She waited until the Negress knelt between her legs and gently hooked a foot behind her head to keep it in place. She whispered:

"Yes, Samba, Miss wants more of that... please, flick your tongue here on my button and help me off... please...hold my ankles open..."

The photographer shuddered as the Amazon's tongue began to move on her clit. The words she had just spoken were the same she had once used with Amanda: that day she was so much in heat that she was even prepared to let her fantasy of domination aside and submit to the black girl. Amanda had held her ankles apart and kept them so while she had five orgasms in a row. Eva's clit was aching, she wanted to stop, but the girl didn't loosen her grip and kept teasing her for as long as she wished to. 

Eva had stayed there, both fascinated by the intensity of what she had felt and horrified by the fact that she had allowed Amanda do with her as she pleased, deciding how much and how long she was to cum. She had sworn to herself never to let it happen again; if ever she went with a black woman, she would run the show. That was the distant origin of what she was trying to accomplish now with the Amazons.

All that passed like a flash through her mind as Samba licked her clit. She would not flinch from her project, Eva thought; no, she would carry it out, unless something very unexpected turned up. 

Samba was licking her clit up and down, like the white woman had just shown her. The photographer was moaning loud, as the small shocks grew more and more intense. She gripped the edges of the stone:

"Aah, that is it! Go on, Samba, don't stop now!"

She breathed quickly - "oh, it's true," she thought – drops of sweat popped on her forehead – "she is going to make me cum" - she clamped her thighs on the Negress' head – and a sudden spasm sent her whole body jolting. She ground her pussy on Samba's face, coating her nose and chin with her juices. She enjoyed to the very end that wonderful sensation, feeling her heartbeat slowly decreasing, until she felt totally relaxed.

"Samba, this was wonderful! I have to say, you do it as Miss likes. If it is all right for you, I will be asking you to do it again!"

Her fingers were behind the leader's ears; she had noticed that she liked that caress. Samba closed her eyes, feeling aroused; a sort of purr came from her closed mouth, as she rested her head on Eva's knees. They she let her loose and said, as it were a mere trifle:

"You may rise now, Samba."

The Amazon stood up and said: 

"Miss, tonight we are going to have a feast to show how glad we are to have you among us. There will be dances, and also food for all."

" Oh, that is really kind of you! I am feeling tired; I will have some rest, so that I can enjoy fully the feast. Good bye, Samba!"

As she left the leader's hut, Eva felt very good: the three Amazons she had met with were well into their way to become good pets.



Eva and the Black Amazons Pt. 02



Four

Samba stood still as the white woman stepped out of her hut. She was very excited; her fingers kept touching the hard thing that encircled her neck. As every Amazon knew, that was a bulawa – and the woman had given her one!

She lay down on her cot and closed her eyes, trying to remember. It had been a long time ago, many years before her grandmother was born. At that time, the Amazons were very powerful; they fought against the neighboring tribes, and sometimes even ate the prisoners. This story had been told to her grandmother by her own grandmother. She had just passed the tests to become a warrior when, one day, bearded men in long white robes had come to the village and offered the Amazons those shining things, which came in many forms: necklaces, rings, bracelets... The men had explained that they were amulets, which could make them still more powerful, and also make them feel more pleasure when playing with each other. They wanted to trade them for prisoners; the warriors had forayed into the nearby villages, brought many captives, and earned a lot of fine bulawas as a reward. "We will return after the great rains", the men had said.

The tribe had waited eagerly for them, but they never came - he Amazons didn't know why. The bulawas were indeed powerful, so her grandmother had told; the pleasure they granted their owners was far superior to what any other amulet could provide. But after some time, the metal pieces became rusted and had to be discarded. The memory of how good they had made a person feel, however, had persisted and been handed down to every new generation of Amazons. Ever since, the tribe had waited for the men to appear again. 

That was many years ago. The tribes of the area, tired of being humiliated and defeated by the Amazons, had moved away. The warriors had had to make a truce with one of them, because otherwise no men would be left to fertilize them, and the tribe would have disappeared. Having no more reason to battle, their ferociousness had slowly decreased; they still retained good shooting and wrestling skills, but that was all that remained from their former aggressiveness. 

No bulawa had been seen ever since – until the women from the town had appeared in the village some weeks before. On their wrists, necks and ears, they wore shining bands that could only be bulawas. There had been a heated discussion: should they ask the women to give them a few, or not? Samba was against the idea, and her argument was finally accepted: they had no prisoners to trade, and in fact, nothing that the foreign women seemed interested in. The visitors could refuse to part with such precious things, and that would be quite humiliating. So, the Amazons were reduced to sniffing, licking and biting those ornaments: who knew, perhaps some of their power could be absorbed through their mouths and noses?

And now, the white woman had brought loads of shining things with her. Samba had tasted one on her foot: no possible doubt – it was a bulawa. The woman certainly belonged to those bearded men's tribe, or at least was on friendly terms with them; what she had to do, Samba thought, was to persuade her to give her tribe as many bulawas as possible. What would she ask in return? She had not mentioned prisoners, which was good, as her tribe was not in a position to offer any. Could it be possible that she just wanted to be caressed, like she had asked Samba to do? It that was true, then her tribe was very lucky.

The Amazon touched again the band around her neck, remembering how aroused she had been while licking the visitor's pussy. What a strange thing – a tongue on that place! - But it had to be good, otherwise the woman would not have cummed so strongly. She knew ways to be pleased that the Amazons did not; Samba could learn them and have still more pleasure with her usual mates. Even Valera would give in to her! Valera, the most agile and beautiful virgin in the tribe...

Samba put her thumb on her clit and began to touch herself. She did it quickly; her mind wandered from the shining circlet around the woman's ankle to her rosy labia and to the upright breasts of the girl she was coveting. She could still feel the wetness on her nose and chin; she kept rubbing until her knees trembled and her belly shook in a welcome orgasm.

Meanwhile, Eva had arrived at her hut. Sheera was there, contemplating the metal things she had left on display. Even as the sun was setting down, the heat of the African plain was lingering over the Amazons' village. 

"Sheera, do you know what a fan is?"

"No, Miss."

"It is a sort of branch with many leaves on its end, that you wave over a person to make breeze. Can you find one for me, please?" 

As she returned with a branch like she had described, Eva showed her how to use it and told her to squat behind her. Sheera waved it with care, thinking of the fine bulawa she would soon earn.

"I will get some sleep, Sheera. Fan me while I rest; when I wake up, I want to see you here. Understood?"

The last sight Eva had before she fell into a blissful nap was a pair of coal-black breasts bouncing over her head. Two hours later, as she opened her eyes, Sheera was still there waving the branch and giving her the agreeable sensation of a refreshing breeze. She smiled:

"Good, Sheera! Now let us get ready for the dance. I want you to have a very good time – you deserve it!" 

Eva had adorned her fingers with silver rings, and put a shining golden cross to her neck: they were the baits she was going to use to fish some more Amazons into her net.

The tribe had gathered in a circle around a big fire; in a quick glance, Eva calculated that there were about three hundred of them. They had brought shields decorated with geometric motives, and were wearing their finest hides. Torches were being lit, and a strong aroma was wafting from the small fires over which chunks of antelope were roasting.

Eva felt a twitch at her pussy as she saw the reflexes of the flames on the Samba's collar. The warrior looked superb; she was not as fresh as Sheera or Tonga, but her body was firm, with pronounced curves at the hips, a round bottom and long legs. A bracelet made of leopard teeth graced her right wrist. She raised a hand, and a sudden silence fell over the village.

"Saravah, Amazons! Tonight we have a feast in honor of our guest. I have been told that she will live with us for some time; we will do our best to make her stay agreeable. Now we will dance for her, and eat and drink. Drummers, you may start!"

Eva watched awestruck as the women began to stomp their feet to the beat of the drums; soon the whole circle was moving clockwise, the shields going up and down in an intricate choreography. She let her eyes wander on the circle as hips swayed, hands clapped, breasts bounced – the Amazons were getting excited with the rhythmic movements. Hands went up and down again; arms were now close to body, now stretched up in precise gestures. She gazed at the flat bellies sticking out and in again, at the legs and feet moving in precise rhythm, at the skins gleaming with palm oil, at the neat squares of hair on top of their heads. Eva had of course brought her cameras and was shooting every detail of the ceremony. 

The dance went on for about half an hour, until the women felt tired. Samba stopped and got out form the circle; a tall girl approached her and rubbed her nose on her shoulder. The leader lifted her chin to show the collar, took the girl's hand and walked with her into the bushes. Eva was feeling hungry; she looked around and saw that Tonga was also rubbing her nose on Sheera: it was obvious that the gesture meant an invitation to make love. 

"Time for a small test", she decided. She whistled for them. Tonga whispered something into the other girl's ear; both rushed to where the photographer was and knelt down.

"Tonga, please get me some food."

The young Amazon sprang to her feet and in no time came back with a cut of antelope; kneeling again, she stretched her arms and said: 

"Miss, Tonga has brought your food!"

Eva patted her head. "Good, Tonga! I see you can remember what Miss taught you. Now, Sheera, please bring me something to drink." 

The girl dashed away, returned with a bowl of palm wine and offered it to Eva as Tonga had done. The photographer told them to stay on their knees while she enjoyed her first African meal; that attracted the attention of some other girls, who came to inquire why they were in that unusual position. Their faces showed all their interest in Eva's metallic ornaments.

"I have chosen Sheera and Tonga as my first aides here", Eva said. "You are all very beautiful; if you help me like these two are doing, I might give you the same gifts I promised them."

And she walked away, letting Sheera and Tonga tell their sisters what those gifts were. She wanted to have a good look at the other Amazons; she had some definite ideas in her mind, and wanted to check if they could be put in practice.

Eva strolled slowly, watching the females eat and drink, looking for two strong ones. She had seen once, in a film, two Negroes carrying their master on a hammock fastened to a rod; the ends of the rod were on their shoulders, and the man looked quite comfortable in this means of transport. There were no hammocks around the village, but perhaps she could persuade two stout Negresses to build her a sort of litter and carry her around.

The palm wine was beginning to show its effects on the Amazons; some couples were already going on the ground and kissing. Eva smiled as she saw a couple rolling together; "they are not shy", she thought. A girl stretched her hand to touch her belt buckle; Eva took her hand and stroked her wrist along the bone lines.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes! Are you giving the bulawa to Matomba?"

"Is this what you call these?" she asked.

"Yes! You gave one to Samba; are you going to give one to Matomba too?"

"Maybe... if you help me like Samba did."

"What has she done?"

Eva was going to reply when she caught sight of a Negress sitting beside Matomba; she was giving her breast to a small girl. Eva felt an urge to grab her other breast and suck it, but she controlled herself.

"What is your name, pretty Amazon?"

"I am called Taranga. What is yours?"

"They call me Miss", said Eva, caressing the young mother's head. She went on:

"Your other breast seems swollen. Hasn't your daughter taken it?"

"No. I will have to find another baby, or empty it myself." As expected, her eyes were stuck on Eva's anklet.

"I could do it for you, if you want."

"Would you? Oh, that would be fine!" Taranga cupped her breast and offered it to Eva. Leaning down, the photographer teased the nipple and wrapped her lips around it. The milk tasted warm and sweet; Eva sucked it until the last drop.

"Thanks, Taranga! I could drink this every day! And you look beautiful, too", she said. Making a mental note to tell Sheera to bring her next morning to the hut, Eva rose up and continued to stroll, greeting here and there a particularly well shaped Amazon, and looking for muscled ones. Her eyes sparkled as she spotted a pair of twins squatting and munching on their chunks of antelope.

"Best specimens thus far", she thought as she stopped by them and inquired about their names.

"I am Munga, and my sister is Sunga."

"I am Miss. You two would look lovely with one of my necklaces on!"

"Like Samba's?" Sunga's voice sounded eager. "Why have you given her a bulawa?"

"Because she is the leader of your tribe, and has been kind enough to help me when I asked her to. I could give you one, too, if you prove equally helpful. But we will talk about that tomorrow. Now I must rest for the night; this day has been very long, and I feel tired", she said, stroking Sunga's salient biceps. "These two would do finely", she thought. "Let's see how they react when I tell them what I want."

The feast was still on, but less and less women were around; most had retreated into the bushes, and Eva could hear moans of pleasure as they gave free rein to their wild instincts. She was sure that Sheera and Tonga wanted to hang with the girls of their age, but she had other plans. She called the two girls and was escorted to her hut.

"I have had such a wonderful night! Please, help me to undress." Sheera took off Eva's sandals and unbuttoned her skirt, while Tonga worked on her blouse. 

"Miss, everybody is talking about the gift you gave to Samba!"

"The bulawa? What are they saying?"

Sheera was surprised to see that the woman knew that word. 

"They all want one! They are powerful amulets, you know."

Eva held her breath. Then, that was the reason why those savages set such great store by the metallic ornaments! She said in a non-committed tone:

"Ah, are they? What do they do for the person who owns one?"

Sheera looked up at her, a worried expression on her face. How much, exactly, did the visitor know about bulawas? But Tonga was already speaking:

"They make one feel very good when she is with another girl. Don't you know that?"

"Oh yes, I was just making sure that you know", Eva replied astutely. "Did you tell your sisters how they can earn one?"

"Yes, I said that you will give bulawas to the girls who help you." She caressed Eva's earring: "You will, won't you, Miss?"

"Good girls will earn them, no doubt! Bad ones will be left without any", Eva snapped, and turned to Sheera.

"Sheera, you know Taranga, don't you? Tomorrow morning, as you wake up, go and bring her here. I loved her milk, and promised to help her with it." She had an idea: "Now, my girls, come here and do to me as I did for her."

Both stood up and put Eva's nipples in their mouths; no milk poured, of course, but the photographer felt excited at having them nibbled. She held their heads and smiled, her pussy almost gushing as the Nubians sucked on her firm breasts.

"Use you fingers down here, my dears..."

The two fingers that slid into her hut made her jolt. The girls were clearly used to do that; they increased the speed little by little, rubbing the walls while sucking on her nipples. Eva put her arms around their shoulders and pressed their bodies against hers. She was not sure whether that was the third or the fourth orgasm of the day, but it didn't matter - she was feeling so good! She held back her climax as much as she could; when she cummed at last, she had her eyes closed, her womb shivering from pleasure as she caressed the girls' necks.

She took their hands off her breasts and said:

"Lick your finger, my dears: so you will sleep with Miss's taste in your mouths. This is a powerful nutrient I am giving you; you will feel stronger tomorrow. But be careful!" she went on. "Even if you feel the urge, don't touch yourselves until the sun sets down tomorrow, or the effect will be reversed: you will feel weaker instead of stronger, do you understand?"

The girls nodded earnestly, licking the last drops from their fingers.

Eva lay down and said:

"Sheera, come here; put you head near my breasts. And Tonga, come behind me, I want to feel your pussy on my hips." She closed her eyes, caressing Sheera's neck and feeling the balmy African night wrap her and her girls. 

Sheera was feeling aroused after having sucked Eva's nipple and licked that cream from her finger; she burned to touch herself, or to go to Tonga and ask her to play, as they had done some times. But she wanted badly a bulawa; she had just witnessed, with her own eyes, what it could make one feel. She crossed her hands behind her head: better to avoid any temptation – she didn't want to be weaker the next day! 

The girl kept repeating to herself: "two things: not touch, and bring Taranga, not touch, bring Taranga..." "And soon she was asleep. Eva and Tonga had already sunk in a blissful sleep; the hut went silent, and so it remained until the first sunrays entered it a few hours later.

Five

A new day was beginning. Sheera stood up quietly: she did not want to wake up Miss. As she went out of the hut, the sky was rosy in the east; she washed her face and went to see Taranga, who was still asleep. Sheera touched her leg and said:

"Taranga! Wake up, Miss has sent for you!"

The Nubian opened her eyes:

"Huh?"

"Come, quick! Miss wants you at her hut!"

Taranga sat up and stretched her arms, feeling her breasts heavy. She glanced at the baby sleeping on a side of her cot, tied up her hide and followed Sheera.

Eva smiled as they entered the hut; she had asked Tonga to fetch water for her morning ablutions.

"I brought her as you have asked, Miss", said Sheera, kneeling down and parting her knees. Eva motioned the other girl closer:

"Beautiful Taranga, you milk was so sweet last evening that I could not get the taste out of my mouth. May I have it this morning?"

"Yes", said the young woman.

Sheera whispered:

"Say yes, Miss!"

Taranga corrected herself:

"Yes, Miss!"

Eva smiled. 

"Sheera, did you see the stone Samba has in her hut, that smaller one? I want you to get two or three the same size, to serve as stools. It is not comfortable to sit always on this cot." She turned to Taranga:

"Come here, dear, and give Miss her breakfast."

Taranga nodded; she was proud to see how much the lady liked her milk. She knelt by Eva, cupping her right breast; a drop escaped from the nipple. Eva leaned forward and began to suckle; she drained it in long gulps, pressing the nipple with her tongue while the liquid gushed into her avid mouth.

Reaching out under the girl's pelt, Eva touched her clit. Since giving birth, Taranga had not been with any girl; she was eager for a caress, so she opened a bit more her legs. 

"She will associate having pleasure with feeding me", Eva thought as she moved faster on the soaked clit. The girl was beginning to contract for an orgasm; she decided to let her have it. She fingered that clit in the most expert way she knew, and in two minutes Taranga was shaking her body and having a most welcome climax.

Eva rose up; Sheera was still kneeling, waiting for her pussy to be touched. Eva went to her sack and pulled out a plastic bag, from which she chose a small ring.

"Taranga, I want to thank you for being so kind", she said, waving the ring in front of her eyes. She smiled as the expected effect appeared once more: the Nubian's eyes were following her movements, as if she was being hypnotized.

"I had thought to give you something to adorn your nipples, but they could come in the way of your baby's feeding. So I decided to offer you this very special bulawa: a ring that to be worn on your pussy, so that you feel a lot of pleasure when it is touched. Do you want it, sweet Taranga?"

The girl was so ecstatic that she could not speak.

"What do you say, Taranga? Yes or no?"

"Yes... yes, Miss!"

"That may cause a little pain, but you will look splendid with it on. Sheera, fetch me that sack!"

Sheera did as she was told. Eva got some cotton pads and dipped them in alcohol; ordering Taranga to lie back on her cot, she told Sheera to hold one of her ankles. At that very moment, Tonga came into the hut with a bucket of fresh water; Eva told her to grip the girl's second ankle and lifted her skirt, exposing one of the finest pair of labia she had ever seen.

The photographer took a piercing tool from the bag and cleaned with a cotton pad the spot where she would mark the Amazon's cunt. It was the upper part of the labia, so that the ring would not hamper her being penetrated when she mated again. She pressed the instrument on the left labium; Taranga uttered a muffed sound and tried to close her legs, but Sheera and Tonga held her ankles firmly apart.




Eva and the Black Amazons Pt. 02



"Here you are, Amanda! Now it is one of your kind who can't close her legs", she thought as she inserted carefully the ring into that pulsating flesh, repeated the operation on the right labium and brought the two ends together. She took a small, four-inch long golden chain and with a jeweler's pliers forced open its last link; she passed the little chain through the ring and pressed again, so that it was left dangling. "Branded", she thought. "I have branded this girl, and she has not even flinched!" 

Using her fingers, she laid bare the bulky button and took a good glance at the ringed labia. "Perfect to suck – but that will have to wait."

Tonga asked: "Can we let her go, Miss?"

"Not yet. We need her ankles apart for two minutes more."

Rising up, she looked into the trunk in which she was keeping her chains and picked up one made of aluminum, light but quite strong. It measured about twenty feet.

"Taranga, dear, you have to stay here for at least two hours to allow for the bulawa to be firm. I will place this on the last link of your golden chain; look at it, it is wider than the others. They will be held together by this" – she showed her a small lock, opened it and tied the two chains together.

"This is a powerful bulawa, Taranga. You will suffer a little pain until it is well held by your flesh, but what is this compared to what it will do for you?"

Eva stood up and looked around: where would she hook the other end of the chain? She saw a post at the end of the hut; a knuckle stood out from it, making a sort of natural ring on the wood. She slipped the end of the chain through the hole and secured it with another lock. 

"You may kneel or squat, Taranga; find a comfortable position and stay still."

Eva's pussy twitched strongly at the sight of the African girl sitting up, touching her cunt and letting her long fingers slide along the little chain down to the tiny square thing on its end. From between her legs, the longer chain went up loosely until it reached the post. 

"I have to feed my baby, Miss", Taranga said, her eyes still wide at finding herself attached to a post. Her face showed pain, but also joy and pride at having been awarded such a fine bulawa.

"You will feed her when I release you", said Eva. "Now be quiet and wait; Miss knows how this is done." She took some water from the bucket Tonga had brought and washed her face; then she gestured for she two girls, who were staring at her in mute amazement.

"Sheera, Tonga, please fast my sandals!"

The girls knelt down and put her sandals on her feet. Eva chose a silver ring from her collection and placed it carefully on the middle toe of her right foot.

"Stay there, Taranga! And don't move, you don't want to have pain down there, right?" 

As she was leaving the hut, Eva turned back and glanced at the girl she had just milked. Her eyes were closed; she was as motionless as a statue. "What is in her mind now? I would like to know", Eva thought as they stepped into the open air. 

The Amazons had woken up and were busy with their morning chores; some were milking she-goats for breakfast, others were preparing to go hunting, others still were carrying buckets with water. Eva looked with interest at two girls who were squatting in front of a potter's lathe; beautifully painted pots were lying on their side. She complimented them, praising the beauty of their work, and went on; she wanted to find the twins she had marked out last evening.

"Where are the clothes I gave you to wash, Tonga?"

"At the lake shore, Miss! I left them there to dry."

"Good. Go there and see if they have already dried up; later I will teach Sheera how to fold them. You are a good hunter, aren't you? I want you to get us something for lunch. Let's see how you prepare it; it will count points towards your earning your co... your necklace by the end of the week. And you, Sheera dear, please go after those stones."

The girls left, talking in a low voice about what they had just witnessed. Eva walked further and soon she saw the twins squatting in front of their hut, sharpening some of those little darts.

"Good morning, dears! I was wondering if you were earnest yesterday, when you said you wanted a bulawa like Samba's?"

"Yes, sure!" said Sunga. "Of course we were", Munga added. Eva waved her foot in a studied way, showing clearly the ring on her toe. The girls' eyes were pulled towards the glistening circlet as if by a string; in the bright morning light, they looked still more attractive than the night before.

"Are you prepared to do what I want you to?"

"What is it, Miss?"

"Stand up, let me examine you."

The girls rose up, a bit startled. Eva turned slowly around Sunga, checking every detail of her body. "Good, muscled shoulders", she thought, "good to support the rod." She squeezed her arms: "powerful biceps under this satiny skin." She went behind the girl and knelt down: "fine buttocks, well built calves – and her feet are fine – I like these deep hollows at the sides of the tendon."

Rising up, she went around the girl and let her hand slide from her round breasts towards the tummy - "Excellent tone!" She opened her mouth to check the teeth, and pulled down the skin under the eyes to verify the white part inside. Of course, there was no need to repeat all that on her sister: they were twins.

"Young, healthy and good-looking", she thought. "If they can be as obedient as they are strong, I will be well served." She said, loud this time:

"You are in very good shape, dears! Perfect for transporting me." 

"Transporting you?" Munga's voice sounded bewildered.

"Yes, you don't think I will be going on foot all the time – this does not befit a lady in my land! There, we have girls like you to transport us – and sure you would earn a prize there if you were my bearers, for you are very well built!"

Sunga gave her a stunned look. 

"How is one transported?"

"On a plank that I will show you how to make."

Sunga seemed too perplexed to say either yes or no.

"I don't know..."

Eva gazed sternly at her. "Time for a little bluff", she thought. Her voice was icy:

"I thought you were smarter. But there is no dearth of Amazons here; I will easily find two others willing to earn bulawas. Thank you, anyway." 

She hadn't walked ten yards when Sunga called her:

"Miss! Wait! I want to help you."

Eva sneered: "I need two bearers. Good bye."

Sunga took her sister aside. Eva heard her excited voice: "Munga, I want a bulawa like Samba's. Of course we can carry her, she is not heavy – much less than a deer, I would say. Why don't we try it?"

"But, Sunga - take her around on a plank? What will the others say?"

"They can say what they want, I don't care. You saw yesterday – everybody was looking at Samba. Tonga said that the woman offers her bulawas to who helps her; you know about the story - what is the matter with carrying her around?"

Munga shook her head; Eva could see that the girl was not convinced. But she trusted the power of the metallic objects over those creatures; she shook her foot, letting the sunrays make the anklet glisten. She kept her poker face; it was important that the girls accepted her request without any pressure from her part. She waited while the twins whispered into each other's ear; at last, Sunga turned to her, beaming with excitement. 

"We will give it a try, Miss."

"Good", said Eva dryly, and knelt down and grabbed a small stick. "I will make a sketch of what I need. What you have to do is to find a plank, the size of a cot, and cut a tree branch one yard longer than the plank. You will put ropes on the smaller ends of the plank and tie them to the rod, like this" – she drew the figure as clearly as she could. 

"I will sit or lie on it plank; the rod goes on you shoulders, and you walk, one in front, one behind. Pay attention: the ropes have to be well attached, otherwise I will fall down. Do you think you can bear my weight?"

"Yes, we can. You give us the bulawas, we make the cot for you."

Eva grinned wickedly: she was not letting a Nubian dictate her own terms! "No, dear, it is the other way round. You make the litter first; I will see if you are good at bearing, and if I am pleased you earn a bulawa exactly like Samba's. Try your best, and you will be rewarded; do a sloppy job, and I will choose other bearers."

Sunga was impressed by that woman's firmness. Her request was quite strange; but complying with it was worth a bulawa! She sighed:

"O.K., we will make that thing for you, won't we, Munga?" The other girl nodded.

"Good. Make the best possible litter; fetch some branches, cover them with leaves and skins, and, when you are ready, come to meet me at my hut. I will be resting there."

Eva spent the next hour or so taking pictures with her camera. She had not forgotten the official purpose of her visit: there was a book to prepare. Nevertheless, if beside that she could lure a few Amazons into becoming her devoted servants, so much the better! 

Upon returning to her hut, she saw Taranga in the same position she had left her in. She caressed her head and straightened up her back, cupping her breasts with her other hand. They were heavy again.

"Good, Taranga! I see it is not difficult for you to fill your tits with that good milk! How are you feeling? No more pain, I think? Lift your skirt, let me see if everything is right down there."

The girl rolled up her pelt. Eva gasped as she saw the little chain going out from her pussy; she rubbed a finger on her labia and felt the ring well in place. Unhooking the long chain from the post, she said:

"Go now, Taranga. Feed your girl, and show your fellow Amazons what a fine bulawa Miss has given you."

The girl stood up; beneath her skirt, the two last links of the pussy chain were clearly visible. Taranga moved swiftly out of the hut and disappeared from her sight. Eva stayed there, half dozing, a multitude of thoughts flashing in her mind.

There had been this party at a gallery, for the inauguration of an art exhibition. It was some years after she had parted with Amanda; she was a bit surprised to see her there, elegant as always. They were talking of this and that when a woman in a richly embroidered tunic entered the gallery, flanked by an African girl in a colorful outfit. Amanda had been shocked seeing the girl waiting on the woman and standing respectfully behind her while she watched the pictures on the walls. 

"Have you seen what she has on her nose?" Amanda had asked. Eva focused her eyes: it was a copper ring that came down to the upper lip. 

"What is that?"

Amanda gasped. "Eva, she is a slave... I can't believe it! That woman is an Arab princess or something; it is a scandal!" Eva soothed her as best as she could, but her pussy was twitching: so, somewhere in the big world, her most secret fantasies were commonplace reality! She approached the Arab lady and initiated a brief conversation, during which the princess did not take her eyes from Amanda. The situation was awkward: the woman kept scanning her ex-girlfriend from head to toe and shamelessly licking her lips. Amanda was so disturbed that she mumbled some excuses and left the party. 

"Do you know her?" the princess had asked. 

"Socially, yes - why? Eva had lied.

"She is superb. In Aden, she would fetch a handsome price", the woman said, as naturally as if she were talking of a pure breed horse. Eva was stupefied; she had found nothing to say, except that she was a photographer and could make a portrait if the noble lady wished to visit her. They exchanged e-mails; Eva had not heard from her since.

All that came back to her mind as she lay on the cot. Where would Amanda be now? And would the Arab princess still be interested in black girls? Eva shuddered. It was one thing to play mistress to some primitive Africans for a week or two, but quite another to try and sell them to a real mistress overseas. 

Eva went over the scene again. The Nubian could be a slave, but she didn't seem unpleased with her condition. Where would she be from - some famine-stricken African kingdom? Sure slavery still existed in some Arab countries, there had been reports on the press - but it was not chattel slavery, like it had been in the Americas. That black girl was probably part of the princess's harem, for her sexual preferences were clear enough. Would she be interested in a few Amazons? 

The photographer stood up and frowned, undecided. The Arab woman's words kept ringing on her mind: "She would fetch a handsome price in Aden... a handsome price... a handsome price..." What would life in a harem be like? She pictured a room adorned with arabesques on the walls, an olive-skinned favorite on a cushion, being massaged by a pair of black hands, while another bare breasted ebony beauty trimmed her mistress' toenails... Nothing that a trained Amazon could not do. 

Eva breathed deeply. She had seen enough of the tribe – dozens of girls could qualify. What if she tried her luck and inquired with Her Highness about the matter? The isolation of the tribe had come to an end; "civilization" was banging at the door, which meant they would end up doing some work for somebody. Why not for the Arab princess? If she proved interested, maybe she could persuade Samba that sending some of her subjects to travel and learn about other people's ways was a good idea; neither she nor the girls needed to know further details. 

Eva had brought a laptop; she looked for it, found it and turned it on. In the address book, she found what she was looking for: Princess Samira, that was the name. She typed an e-mail: 

Dear Princess Samira,

This is Eva Alpers, whom you met at the exhibition in the Marks Gallery some years ago. I remember that you showed interest in a fine piece of black ivory. I happen to have at hand a few ones, which according to my judgment are particularly well carved. Would Your Highness be interested? If so, please let me know; I will be glad to tell you more about this unique opportunity.

Respectfully, 

Eva Alpers."

 

She crossed her fingers, pressed the "send" icon, and looked up. Her ear had caught the sound of girlish voices; the twins had built the litter and were outside of the hut.

Eva let them in and saw that they had done a very good job. The plank was about one yard wide and seven feet long. It was padded with a mix of leaves and bird feathers, and over this they had placed some leopard skins. The twins watched Eva's face with some anxiety: would she like their work?

"Very well, dears, very well! This is exactly what I need; now let's try it."

The girls had brought pads made of weeds to place under the rod and prevent a sore skin on they shoulders. Eva sat on the litter and propped herself on one elbow; the girls lifted her and walked around the hut, Sunga in front, her sister behind. 

"Please, walk carefully, in smooth steps! Flex your legs, so the litter will not jostle. And try to walk at the same pace: one, two, one, two..."

The girls were having some difficulty to go on rhythm. 

"Wait! Stop, let me help you."

She got down. Where were the tiny bells she had brought? Ah, here, in this small box... She arranged some on two anklets and turned to Munga: 

"Remove your sandal and put your foot on my knee."

The photographer put an anklet on it and closed the lock.

"Now you, Sunga." 

Eva held the girl's foot in her hand for a moment. It reminded her of Katunda's: well shaped, white soled, the toes neatly close to each other and forming a straight line with their tips. The metal circlet looked quite nice on the narrow ankle. She tugged on the little bells:

"This is to reward you for building such a fine litter; when you move, you will hear the bells jingling. If you walk at the same pace, they will sound together, and you will get a fine necklace to go with these first bulawas."

The twins tried it sometimes, and after a while were able to go at the same pace. Eva walked by their side, clapping a hand on her thigh to mark the rhythm and correcting their posture. When she thought they were ready, she sat on the padded plank and let herself be carried for two complete rounds of the hut. Finally she felt satisfied and gave out a whistle:

"This will be the sign for you to move or to stop. Now I will give you what I promised: your necklaces! First you have to learn how to greet when you come to see me. Kneel down and part your knees, palms turned up on your thighs. Straighten your back, Sunga - you are not crooked!"

The girls stayed in the position while Eva chose a collar for each. She decided on a copper one for Sunga and one made of steel one for her sister; she had noticed that Sunga was more eager to follow her directions, so she would be placed at the front and lead the march. 

Eva tied two straps of leather onto each collar, using for that the rings on the sides, and tucked them under the metal bands. The Amazons were happy beyond any description. Now they had a bulawa on their neck like their leader, and one on their ankle, like Miss! They had worked hard to build the litter, and felt that they deserved their reward. Eva patted their heads and moved her foot in front of them:

"Now you may do as Samba did and bite the circlet around my foot. It is real gold, you can see it by yourselves."

Sunga put her tongue on the woman's ankle and felt the cold, hard metal with her teeth. Munga was busy with the toe ring, and so Eva had her two new girls kissing and playing with her feet. She took them out of their mouths and rubbed gently their pussies, explaining the meaning of that gesture. The two twins followed her words with the utmost attention. 

"OK, girls, time for a walk. Don't forget, I want you both on the same pace!" She unrolled Sunga's reins from her collar, lay down and whistled. 

The bells jingled in unison as they went out from the hut. She wanted a complete tour of the village, to show the Amazons her new "vehicle". The women were amazed to see the sisters carrying the foreign lady; Eva could hear them whispering to each other. Sunga looked straight ahead; she knew what the Amazons were saying, but she had won two bulawas, and that was what really mattered. 

Eva waved her hand, greeting here and there; she felt her pussy itching as the twins carried her slowly, their elegant bodies moving together. Sunga's hips swayed gently as she walked; Eva turned her head back – it was delightful to see how Munga's taut breasts heaved as she kept pace with her sister. "Two healthy Nubians taking me around... And I arrived just yesterday! Paradise must be here", Eva thought.

"Very well!", she said loudly, so that everybody could hear. "In my land, you would be considered the best bearers of all! I am pleased with you both!"

With Sheera, Tonga, Taranga and Samba, she had now six Amazons in training, or, as she preferred to say, being tamed. She pulled Sunga's reins to the left: she wanted to see Samba again. Of the three Amazons who had licked her, the leader was undoubtedly the most talented; would she agree to send some Amazons "to know the great world outside?" Eva crossed her fingers: the future of her patrimony was in the hands of that half-savage. 

Six

But Samba was not at her hut; she had gone hunting, a girl explained. Eva bit her lips in disappointment; she had planned to have the day's first orgasm on that luscious tongue. The sun was getting hotter; an idea came across her mind – why not a bath? She pulled Sunga's left rein and told the girls to take her back to her hut.

Eva dismounted and motioned for them to kneel down. As they did so, she took Munga's reins from under her collar and tied them to one of the posts on the entrance; after she had done the same for Sunga, she said:




Eva and the Black Amazons Pt. 02



"Every time we stop, you will be parked like this. You can sit down or squat, but when you see me coming, you stand up. I will lie on the litter; you lift me up and wait for the sign to move. Is this clear?"

The girls made a grimace: that was totally unexpected, to have to wait for Miss tied to a post like goats! Eva frowned:

"Anything wrong? It is like that that in my land bearers wait for their Miss."

Munga was going to say something, but Eva gave her no chance. She entered the hut and whistled for Sheera. The girl's attachment to her was touching; and her expert hands had already given her so much pleasure! While she waited for her, Eva put in a bag a bar of soap, a bottle of shampoo, a hairbrush and a towel. 

Sheera opened her eyes to the widest as she saw the litter and the twins squatting in front of the hut. As she knelt down and offered her pussy to Eva's toe, she asked:

"Why are Sunga and Munga out there, Miss?

"They have agreed to carry me around and have earned their bulawas as a reward. You have to work a little bit more to earn yours. Where are the stones I told you to bring?"

"I have found some, but they are too heavy for me to carry. I was going to get some help when Miss called me."

"Good. We will see to that later. Now we are going to bathe; fetch that bag and let's go."

The twins had been squatting in front of the hut; as they heard Eva's footsteps, they sprang to their feet. Eva sat on the litter and was lifted to the twins' shoulders. 

"Let's go to the lake: Miss wants a bath. You, Sheera, walk at my side; you can put the bag on your head if this is more comfortable for you."

The photographer leaned on her elbow and held loosely the reins on her hand. It was a splendid day; the colors combined so well – the deep blue of the sky, the lively green of the vegetation, the brown on the pelt on Sunga's butt, and the pitch black of her back and legs: they looked as if they had been designed especially for her delight. As her head moved, Eva caught a glimpse of the copper shining on her neck: "I must crop her hair short", she thought, "so that the collar stays always visible." At her side, Sheera moved like a cat, flexible and graceful, her armpit showing as she clutched her hand against the bag.

They reached the lake, which was surrounded by smooth rocks. Her clothes were hanging from a tree; she dismounted, motioned for the bearers to kneel down and tied them to the tree.

"Are we not going into the lake, Miss?" Munga asked, visibly unhappy.

"No."

"But why?"

"Because Miss says so. Keep quiet here, will you? Sheera, remove your hide and help me to undress."

Sunga squatted by the tree; Munga imitated her, fumbling and muttering something. Eva and Sheera entered the pond; the water was fresh and clean. Eva gave her the flask of shampoo and explained how it was used; she sat down and felt those agile fingers moving quickly on her skull. Sheera had been fascinated with Eva's blonde hair since she had first seen her; now she was glad wash it.

Eva went out from the pond and sat on a rock; she showed Sheera how to make lather and handed her the soap bar. The girl had never used one and let it slip into the lake; Eva smiled at her anxiety as she dived to retrieve it. Lying on her back, she spread her legs and let Sheera wash between them; after all those orgasms it was pleasant to have her cunt taken care of by the Amazon's delicate hands.

She glanced at the twins. Sunga was squatting patiently, her leash going loosely from the collar to the branch of the tree. Munga was standing up, testing how far she could walk until the leash pulled her back. "This one is feisty", she thought, "will need short reins." 

Stepping into the lake, she let the water wash away the soap from her body; she swam to the other shore and returned, while Sheera dived and reappeared some yards away, splashing happily water with her hands and feet.

"Here, Sheera!" Eva shouted. Having collared and begun to train the twins had left her aroused as she seldom had been; it was time for the day's first orgasm. She held the black girl's shoulders from behind and began to grind her cunt on her buttocks. She inhaled the scent of her wet hair, flickering her tongue into her ears. The girl was not only pretty; she tasted deliciously too. 

The white woman increased the speed of her movements; she was enjoying at those luscious cheeks pressing upwards on her cleft. Back and forth, she rubbing her nipples and clit on Sheera's curved back. The Amazon stood still, lending her body to the white woman's pleasure; her mind was on the bulawa she had promised her. Sunga and Munga had already earned theirs; when would her turn come?

Eva glanced again at the twins, and this time she did not like what she saw. Munga was fidgeting with the knot that held her leash to the tree; Sunga was at her side, speaking quickly and making gestures to dissuade her. "Quiet, you!" Eva shouted, displeased. Munga threw her a defiant look. She was ashamed and angry at being tied to a tree, and besides it was a hot day: why couldn't she go into the water?

Eva acted swiftly. Naked as she was, she got out from the pond and approached the girls. 

"Munga, you will surrender you necklace and anklet as soon as we arrive to the village. What is this! A bearer who can't stay parked? Unheard of! In my land, you would be dismissed in shame!"

Munga stared at her in horror. "Miss, I only want to go into the water and refresh myself!"

"Shut up, you! It is Miss who decides when her bearers do or do not something! I told you to stay here, and you try to untie your leash! How can I trust you when I make a stop? I will have to choose another couple of bearers!" 

The threat made Sunga jump to her feet. Her voice sounded anguished:

"Miss, listen! We will wait for you - I will take care of that!" 

There were tears in Munga's eyes; she felt wholly confused. Sure it was humiliating to be tethered as she was, but she had worked hard to earn her amulets, and could hardly wait to test their power. She grabbed Eva's hand:

"Miss, please, don't take away my bulawas! Please!" 

Of course, Eva had no intention of letting her go. She and her sister were healthy, muscled, perfect for being paraded as a team. All they lacked was a firm hand to guide them into obedience - and that, Eva thought, she was wholly prepared to offer. She feigned to be moved by the Amazon's plea: 

"Munga, you have done a very ugly thing! I will let you keep your bulawas, if you promise not to disobey me again."

"I won't, Miss, I won't!"

"All right, I will forgive you this one time. But I have to punish you. On your hands and knees!"

Munga did as she was told. Eva took her blouse and made a makeshift whip with it; lifting the girl's pelt, she raised her hand and slapped twice that glossy black ass, taking care not to hurt - she wanted just to press into the girl's mind that she would not tolerate disobedience. The dry sound of the swats reverberated on the silence of the pond; Sheera was watching all that, her eyes wide from amazement. So, Miss could be severe, and take away what she had given! 

Eva let her blouse fall and motioned for Munga to fetch it. The girl felt her ass burning; she looked in awe at the white woman and grabbed the blouse. Her other hand clutched the snug band on her neck as if it was her most precious possession.

"Now you stay here while I finish my business with Sheera. And remember, there will not be a second chance!"

Gesturing for Sheera to come out of the lake and lie down on her belly, she went atop of her and began to grind her pussy again on the girl's ass cheeks, squeezing gently her nipples. As she felt orgasm approaching, she lifted the mane of wiry hairs and licked voraciously on the back of her neck, sending quivers down her spine. Her body was as tense as a coil; she grabbed Sheera's shoulders and let her body burst into the climax. 

The black girl stayed motionless while Eva recuperated her breath. That woman could come really strong! The bulawas were the cause, no doubt. And she could be severe, too; Munga should thank her good luck for not having lost hers. "When I get mine, I will be careful not to do anything wrong", she thought.

Eva dressed herself, untied the twins and sat on the litter. The bearers lifted her, waiting for the whistle.

"Sheera, pick my things and my clothes." The girl put the bundle on her head. A sharp sound cut the morning air and the twins started walking. Eva could hear the bells jingling in unison; the Nubians moved smoothly, paying attention not to lose balance. The picture of Miss hitting Munga's ass floated in their mind: it was better not to anger her again. 

Lying comfortably on the litter, Eva held Sunga's reins in her hand and sighed: the twins seemed more docile now. Seduction and firmness, stick and carrot, that was the name of the game – and what a game it was!

As the party entered the village, they crossed Samba on her way back from hunting. On her shoulders, she had a small deer.

"Hello, Samba!" Eva said briskly, as she brought Sunga to a halt. "Sunga and Munga have agreed to become my bearers for some days, in exchange for their bulawas. I see you have brought a prey; my compliments! I am sure you are a very skillful hunter!"

Samba nodded. So the white woman was informed about the bulawas. That was important to know; at the same time, she seemed to be trading them for small services, which was also important to know - if she wanted prisoners, the Amazons would be in dire straits. 

"Samba, I was looking for you this morning. I wanted to offer you some more presents, because you are the leader of the tribe, and I am so pleased with your hospitality. Can you please meet me my hut?"

"Let me put this away, and I will be with you", Samba replied, her eyes flashing at the news that she would be given more of those precious things.

Eva pulled on her front bearer's reins. "To my hut", she said. As she arrived to her quarters, she dismounted, tugged the girls' reins under their collars and watched as they propped the litter against one of the walls. 

"Now pay attention, you two. Sheera has found some stones to make my lodging more comfortable, but they are too heavy for her. You are stout, it won't be difficult for you to fetch them and bring them here. Sheera, where are these stones?"

"Near the river, Miss, after the second bend of the trail that leads there."

"Ok, Miss – we will take care of that", Sunga said, happy because they would not have to wait for who knows how long tied to some tree. The bells jingled as they walked away. Eva turned to Sheera:

"Come with me and put my things on the ground." 

She spent the next half-hour teaching the girl how to fold her clothes and to arrange her toilet things neatly in the proper bag. She wanted to train her as a house servant; if all went well, she could even take her along her when she returned home... When she was finished, she sat on her cot and motioned for Sheera to fan her. The girl had just begun to do that when Samba entered the hut. She stood still for a moment, gazing at that new scene.

"Have you forgotten, Samba? The greeting?"

The Nubian leader knelt down, put her palms on her thighs and parted her knees. Eva touched her cleft with her toe:

"Samba, I know this is new for you, but please remember how to greet! This is done every single time, whether I come to you or you come to me. As the tribe's leader, I expect you to set the example! For instance, do you remember how you offer Miss a drink?"

Samba looked up at her, puzzled. 

"You go there, fetch it, kneel again, extend your arms and say, Miss, Samba has brought you your drink. Simple, isn't it? Now please put some water in the bowl and bring it here."

The black warrior did what she had told her. Eva took the bowl and sipped at the refreshing liquid; her eyes were on Samba's nipples, which protruded from her still shapely breasts. The breeze from the fan was agreeable; she put her foot on Samba's thigh and let it rest there, feeling the smoothness of the skin.

"Samba, I will give you two more bulawas from my collection. This is because I gave Sunga and Munga two of them, one for their ankle, one for their neck. In your position, you cannot stay behind any Amazon, I think. But first, I want to know why your tribe is so fond of them. Can you please tell me?"

Samba looked up at the white woman. She was not feeling very comfortable with being on her knees; but if this was the price to pay for getting the amulets, she was prepared to kneel for Miss and say whatever she wanted to hear. The more bulawas she earned, the bigger would be her pleasure; perhaps she could trade one for Valera's favors... The girl was resisting her advances; but would she persist in her negative if Samba offered her a bulawa? She licked her lips; the mere thought of Valera's body made her feel aroused.

"It is a long story, Miss. They tell that many years ago, men wearing white robes and speaking a foreign language came to our village. They offered to exchange bulawas for prisoners; our ancestors caught a lot of them and received them as a payment for their efforts. The men said they would return, but they did not - we don't know why. What we know, because our grandmothers held it from their own grandmothers and told us the story, is that a bulawa makes her owner happy, because it helps to feel good here" – she pointed at her pussy.

"And is this true, Samba?"

" Of course it is, Miss." 

"How do you know? Have you been with anybody since yesterday?"

"No, but I have touched myself and I know that it works." 

Eva nodded gravely. So, many years ago, perhaps a century or more, Arab traders had come to that place and persuaded the Amazons to hunt slaves and exchange them for a handful of metal trinkets. Eva shuddered at the thought of how profitable such a venture must have been. For some reason, the savages had believed that the ornaments had aphrodisiac powers – the old cunning sons of Mohammed... Six generations of lustful Africans had dreamed about those things - and now she, Eva, was reaping what the wise merchants had sowed.

"That was a fair deal, Samba; your tribe got what they wanted, and so did the men. Anyway, I don't want prisoners. I like your tribe, and want to learn from you and teach you some of what I have myself learned in my travels. You can imagine how I feel homesick when I am away from my land; this is why I want to teach your tribe my ways - to feel like I were at home." 

"You don't want prisoners, Miss, but you surely want something in return for such good presents", Samba said bluntly. "What is it?"

"I have told you, Samba. If you allow me to teach some girls of your tribe how to take care of me, this is enough. Like I have done with Sunga and Munga, and also with Taranga, who so kindly offered me her breast, and to whom I have given a magnificent bulawa. Have you seen it?"

Samba shook her head. It was difficult to believe that the white woman wanted so little for such precious amulets; but if she did, that was her business, not the Amazons'. Her eyes were again fixed on Eva's anklet. Behind the photographer, waving patiently the fan over her head, Sheera was following the conversation with the keenest attention. 

Eva went on, shrewdly:

"Well, Taranga will show it to you in due time. There is another thing that I want to discuss with you. You must know that the world outside your village is very big and interesting. If you want, I can arrange for some Amazons to go and visit places; they could come back and tell you what life is like in other countries. They could learn things that would help in your life – to make better arrows, for instance, or to heal wounds."

"That would be a good thing", said Samba.

"Samba! Must I tell you every time how to address me? You should have said, That would be a good thing, Miss."

"That would be a good thing, Miss", Samba repeated. She didn't want to argue; she had decided to use the white woman to get what she desired - and what she desired, at that moment, was young Valera coming at night to her hut and offering herself to her embraces.

"Good, Samba. Now let me show you what I have in store for you." 

Eva had given a lot of thought to that. She wanted something on the Negress' tongue, to enhance her sensations when she licked her; and she wanted something on her nipples, something to remind her, as her training progressed, of her duties towards her white Miss. It was too early to reveal the meaning of those marks, but not too early to place them on that glistening body, which seemed to have been made to feel and give pleasure.

Sheera had stopped to fan when Eva stood up; her neck was stretching to get a better view of the treasures Miss was keeping in her bags. Samba stood still. She felt pleased: the white woman had shown respect for her position, and it was good to have in her an ally. 

Eva turned to her.

"You are a brave warrior, Samba. What I will bestow on you now can cause you a little pain; I must be sure you can endure it, or else I won't be able to give you the very best of my bulawas." She showed her a pair of nipple rings, from which hang the tiniest bells she had found on sale, and a tongue stud. Samba did not seem to understand what they were for.

"Why should these things cause pain to Samba... Miss?" She had corrected herself just in time. Eva grinned and continued, ignoring the question:

"On your fours now, Samba. I have to examine you and check if you can receive these powerful amulets." Samba leaned on her hands and kneels. The photographer lifted her pelt, exposing a round pair of cheeks, which she traced approvingly. She opened the Nubian's legs and let her fingers slide over the ridges of her pussy, making her jerk a bit. 

"Quiet!" Eva's voice was firm, as if she were examining a cheetah that could suddenly turn wild. "Don't move now, I know what I am doing". In fact she did; she was testing the degree of control she had gained over the Amazons' leader. She went on with her caress, wondering how that black pussy would taste, and how long her owner would take to come and offer it at her beckon call. Pressing the flat belly and the skin under the breasts, she cupped them and squeezed carefully each nipple. 

"The little bells will come here, Samba. I am checking if your nipples are firm enough to receive them." She closed her eyes and a quiver went down her spine; that female was a cheetah, hard-muscled from exercise and nevertheless soft-skinned – and she was letting her explore her body without any sign of discomfort.

"Very good", said Eva, running her hand slowly down Samba's spine. She brushed again the labia and slid two fingers into the opening between them. The Amazon gave a second jerk; Eva slapped gently her buttock.

"Samba, if with only one bulawa you are so responsive, imagine what you will feel with three of them on you", she said, wiggling her fingers in and out the slippery dark hole. She reached the Amazon's clit and exposed it out of its hood.

"Sheera, come here. Put your tongue to her button and tell me if it tastes good." She was careful not to mention Samba's name now; it was just "she". Sheera obeyed and licked the pink, pulsating clit:

"She tastes great, Miss." 

"Good. Now, Samba, I will ask Sheera to hold your breast. I will put the ring through your nipple and the little bell will tingle when you bounce it; when it sounds, you will be reminded of Miss and of how much she likes you. The other bulawa will go on the tip of your tongue. It is called a stud; in my land, only special girls have one. Anyone you lick will tell you how good it feels; it is very difficult to find, and I have only another pair. I am sure you will show courage and won't cry."




Eva and the Black Amazons Pt. 03



Eight

The twins had indeed found the place Sheera had told them about; it was strewn with rocks the size Eva had asked for, but even for them they were too heavy. So they had asked a few other Amazons for help, and, as Eva's whistle reached them, were already on their way back to the village.

The photographer smiled at the scene: two girls, walking cautiously and covered with sweat, were carrying each stone. She went to meet them; there was no need to expose Samba chained to girls who were not "in training".

"Thank you, my dears! Please leave the stones at the entrance of the hut: Sunga and Munga can bring them inside."

The twins carried their stone into the hut and placed it by the large one, which served as a table. Their eyes opened wide as they recognized who was squatting at the far end of the hut; to conceal her embarrassment, Samba sat down and pretended to be very busy with something on her left foot. 

"Samba is here because she got a bulawa on her tongue and cannot eat today," Eva explained as her toe went under the twins' pelts and touched their pussies one after another. "To help her to stay away from temptation, I have tied her to this long bulawa."

The girls kept silent; it was Miss and Samba's business, not theirs.

Eva remembered that she had planned to cut their hair short, so that the collars could be always visible as she lay on the litter She went to her bag and took a magazine with photos of Afro hairdos.

"Sunga, Munga, there is something I can do to make you even more beautiful. This long hair is not to your best advantage. Have a look at these photos, will you?" She leafed through the magazine and found a photo of a black girl with a shaven skull. Luckily for her, the ebony beauty was wearing a tight golden necklace and a pair of big earrings.

"See how pretty she is? I can make you look like her, if you want."

Samba was stretching her neck to look at the photo. Eva beckoned to her:

"Come, Samba, tell us your opinion."

The leader stood up and walked towards them, her chain rattling as she moved. She peeked at the magazine and nodded approvingly. Sunga said:

"I want to look like her, Miss"

"Very well. Samba, please hold Sunga's head. Munga, bring me that bucket; we will have to wet your sister's hair."

As Eva lathered the girl's head with shaving cream, an idea occurred to her: why not leave an E at the back of her head, like a natural brand? She took a razor she used on her armpits and glided it carefully over the top of the girl's skull, removing all the hair; then, still more carefully, she grated it on its back, sculpting on the left side a vertical bar of wiry hair, from which the three horizontal ones went out.

"How do you like it, Sunga?" Eva asked, holding a pocket mirror in front of her and one behind, so that she could see the result of her work.

"That is great, Miss!" The girl was utterly pleased with her new appearance.

Eva repeated the operation on Munga, this time making a smaller E; that would be useful to distinguish between the twins.

"Very well! Now, let's go out. You know your area better than I do; I trust you will show me some nice place. Samba, you stay here – you know why you have to."

"We could go to the river, Miss", Sunga said. "It is very nice there."

They went out of the hut. Eva sat on the litter; the twins lifted her and began to walk smoothly, the bells jingling happily on their ankles. Eva's eyes rested on Sunga's hips and back; the Amazon carried her with no apparent effort, holding firmly the rod on her right shoulder, which she had protected with the weeds pad. The litter didn't jostle anymore; it was as comfortable means of transport as any lady could wish for.

As they left the village, she recognized the girl who had asked her for her belt buckle the evening before. Eva evaluated her quickly: she had a slim waist, almond-shaped eyes and a finely chiseled pair of lips. "Very decorative", thought Eva as she approached. "She could volunteer..." 

But she didn't want to rush things; better to wait for the next day. If she did volunteer, so much the better; if she didn't, perhaps the belt she coveted so much could lure her into the "program". In her mind, Eva pictured her in a lush garden, holding an umbrella behind her veiled mistress – a scene that could illustrate a tale from the Arabian Nights.

The girl stopped as she arrived near them; there was bewilderment in her voice:

"Munga! What has happened to your hair? It wasn't like that this morning!" 

Munga made a halt; Sunga did the same. Eva gave a hearty tug at the reins:

"Who told you to stop? Move on! And don't do that again without permission. What will people say if my bearers walk and stop as they please?"

The twins resumed their march; they had learned that it was not wise to disobey the white lady. Eva motioned to the new girl: 

"You are Matomba, aren't you? Is Munga your girlfriend?"

"Yes, Miss, that is right. We have been playing together lately."

It was obvious that they had been together that very morning. Eva felt curious; she had not yet seen two Amazons making love. She turned to Matomba, who was now a few steps behind them:

"Matomba, yesterday you asked for a bulawa. You see that I don't give them away for nothing; if you want to know more about my ways, you can come with us."

Matomba nodded. The whole scene had impressed her: she had never seen a person being carried that way. She noticed that Munga and Sunga had been given amulets – well, not exactly given: it was clear that the lady had asked them something in return. She had liked a lot that shining thing on the woman's waist; why not go with her and see what she was up to? Also, she was a bit worried about her girlfriend: Munga could want to play with the visitor... she had better keep an eye on them!

They entered a trail in the woods that led to the river; after some ten minutes, they arrived at it. It was wide; its waters flowed calmly towards a sharp bend about one mile away. There were trees and grass on its banks. Eva pulled Sunga's reins. The girls stopped; she dismounted and watched as they put the litter on the ground and knelt down, waiting for her to find a tree and park them.

There was an alarmed look on Munga's eyes: it was clear that she didn't want Matomba to see her "parked". Eva smiled; she was more interested in what was happening in the river. Four Amazons were standing in a boat, watching the water and holding slim wooden tubes between their teeth.

"What are they doing, Sunga?"

"Looking for fish, Miss." 

Eva understood: they did not use rods or nets, but waited for the fish to come up and blew a dart on them. She had barely grabbed her camera and made a shot when one Amazon did precisely that, uttering a cry of victory: " I have got it!" Her sleek body formed a line against the blue sky as she dived into the water; half a minute later, she emerged with a sizable fish in her hand. She crept into the boot, threw her catch into a basket and stood again, sliding another thin piece of wood into her tube. The other girls didn't move; they were completely absorbed, screening the surface of the river. Eva had made photographs of every phase of the process; she blessed her good luck and turned to Matomba.

"Come here, young one. Let Miss examine you."

The girl approached. Eva traced her jawline with her fingers and went down her neck to reach the breasts, which pointed up like two Bourbon mangoes. As if it was the most natural thing in the world, she lifted the pelt and brushed aside the curly hairs on her mound, revealing a generous pair of labia. Taking care not to hurt the girl, she inserted a finger into her pussy. Matomba jerked, scared. Eva said sternly: 

"Keep quiet, girl! I am checking what is the best place for your bulawa. "

Her finger moved slowly, seeking the cherry. Sure enough, there it was, blocking any further advance. "Original condition", Eva thought. "Twelve thousand dollars, just waiting to be cashed..." She turned to Munga:

"Your girlfriend is very pretty and healthy. Have you been with her since you earned you bulawas?"

"No, Miss, I was busy looking for the stones, but I will, tonight", Munga replied. There was nothing wrong in her willing to play with her mate. Or was there? Her heart beat faster: another swatting, and in front of Matomba, would be hard to bear. But the white lady was not angry; she went on, in a friendly tone:

"Sure you will, and you will see how good they are." 

Matomba's eyes flared as she spoke:

"Miss, I want one too! What do I have to do to earn one?'

"We will see that later, young one. Now I want to reward Munga for having behaved so well - not like this morning, when I have had to remind her... well, let's leave that aside. Munga, you are free to play with Matomba. Sunga, please come here; I will show you something I am sure you don't know yet."

Munga's face opened in a wide grin as Matomba walked towards her; both lay on the soft grass and removed their hides and sandals. Matomba grabbed Munga's shoulders and began to mime a fight, pushing her down and rolling with her like they were young cats. Munga freed herself and, with a quick movement, pinned Matomba down to grind her breasts on hers. They sniffed and laughed and kissed for some time; then Munga lay on her back and spread her legs. 

Matomba sat on her, facing her feet. With her hand, she sought her crotch; she fingered it expertly, drawing moans from her partner. Munga was pinching her mate's heels; the Amazon liked that a lot, judging from the noises she was making. The collared bearer lifted her buttocks a few inches from the ground, offering her pussy to her friend's eager fingers. Her body writhed wildly as she took Matomba's foot in her mouth and licked avidly the wrinkles on the sole.

Eva was following all that with a keen eye. Matomba left Munga's pussy, placed herself atop her and held her wrists over her head, grinding her cunny on the other girl's pussy and rubbing her breasts with hers. Her pearl-shaped rump seemed to tell Eva, like the cake in the Alice story, bite me, bite me - she had to muster all her self-control not to give in to that impulse. She turned to Sunga:

"Come here, dear; kiss my breasts and glide your tongue all over me." She lay down and felt the muscled body of her bearer over hers; the girl smelled a bit acrid, her natural musk accentuated because she was still panting.

Sunga licked Eva's neck and came down to her breasts; her tongue was soft, making the white woman feel as if a cheetah cub were lapping her. She grabbed the Amazon's head; with one hand, she caressed her collar, while the other rubbed the E of hair on the back of her skull. Those symbols of her control over the black girl were aphrodisiacs for her; also, she loved to have her breasts nibbled. She let Sunga feast on her nipples for a while, then pushed her down, shivering as the tongue circled her navel in rapid movements. Sunga was getting excited while doing all this; her hand slid along Eva's body in the direction of her own crotch, but Eva brushed it aside with her knee. 

"Use your hands to caress me, Sunga! Later I will show you a new way of having pleasure. Now put lick my pussy - I need some release!" 

Sunga had never done that before, but didn't dare to refuse: It would be quite humiliating to have her ass swatted in front of Matomba. Eva fully enjoyed the touch of that agile tongue flicking up and down on her dripping pussy. Sunga was not as talented as Samba, but was certainly much above the average. 

Eva's body was tense with lust; she began to quiver – that girl was so fresh and, like the ones in her age class, probably still untouched by any male – "and she is mine, mine... MINE!" Eva shouted as the explosion came. She turned aside, carrying with her an astonished Sunga. A few yards away, Matomba and Munga were also in the final stages; Eva could hear them moaning and purring as they cummed, almost at the same instant.

It took a few minutes for Eva's heartbeat to slow down; she had kept her palm on Sunga's bare skull, grazing the rough surface. In her job as a fashion photographer, she had seen several African models with no hair on their heads, and, for some reason, that had aroused her as few other things ever had. Perhaps it was the absence of any clear line between forehead and scalp – both being the same color, while when a white woman has her hair removed she looks merely bald - that made it seem so natural, and at the same time so exotic. The fact was, she was utterly pleased to have now two shaven Negresses at her disposal, and touch their heads as often as she wanted. Sunga seemed to like that caress, for she kept motionless as Eva grated her scalp with the tips of her nails. 

"This girl is much more docile than her sister; interesting, because she is more of a leader", Eva thought. "I will have to check on this; actually, I know nothing about the psychology of twins." 

When she felt totally relaxed, Eva turned to Munga and Matomba, who were lying a few yards away, basking on the warmth of the afternoon.

"Girls, I want you on your knees now, to watch and learn something new. Sunga, ride my toe and put into it your pussy. You will see how the bulawa on your neck will make you come in a new way." She sat on a tree stump, stretched a leg and let her right foot rest on its heel, lowering the four little toes and keeping the big one up.

Sunga unfastened Eva's sandal and mounted her foot. She let her sex glide along it, wetting it with her juice; then she grabbed the big toe and put it carefully to her pussy. Eva had asked her to fuck her toe because she knew that it was not long enough to damage her cherry, in the case it was still intact. She also wanted to see how the girl would behave with something hard in her pussy. Even if she was not planning to send her to Aden, it would be useful to know how an Amazon would bear penetration: some of the black ivory the Princess was requesting would sure end up in conventional harems, with a male in command.

Sunga was moving up and down, trying to make the toe reach her clit. Her tits bounced as she clenched her pussy muscles around it; Eva noticed with pleasure how tight she was. The other girls were watching attentively; Matomba had put her hand to her pussy and was masturbating without a drop of shame.

"Hands on your back, you!" Eva flashed. "And you too, Munga!"

Munga didn't hesitate even for a second, recalling the dry sound of Miss' blouse on her ass and the burning sensation on it. Eva smiled, inwardly enjoying her increasing control over the muscled, yet so feminine young Nubian; but she was sure that the girl would relapse into challenging her. It was in her nature to fight and resist, which made breaking her even more of a turn on for Eva. Taming Munga would be like riding a feisty mare: she needed a firm bridle and short reins, or would throw down her jockey.

Matomba imitated her; if she wanted to earn a bulawa, it was better to do as Miss said. Sunga's breath was quick now; her face showed tension, as she became more and more aroused. She was finding it difficult to come on such a tiny thing; a finger was much easier to climax on. She tried to move her hips in circles, but that didn't help much. She bent her torso forward and discovered that in that position she could rub her clit onto the toe. Eva wiggled it with care; she could feel the girl contracting... contracting... squeezing her toe... and suddenly a loud shriek broke the silence. The Nubian burst into an orgasm, her body shaking wildly as she went upwards with her bum and fell on her knees again. Her head was thrown backwards; she was rolling her nipple between her thumb and her second finger. 

Eva was pleased; the moment was appropriate for a "commercial interval", as she jokingly called it in her mind.

"Girls, you see how the bulawas made Sunga come hard. I think the one with the bells is especially powerful; maybe I will command some more to come from my land." 

Munga and Matomba were still kneeling, their hands obediently behind their backs. They also had been impressed by the strength of Sunga's climax. 

The photographer approached them:

"Munga, fetch my sandal; Matomba, I want you to fasten it." The girl fidgeted clumsily with the buckle of her sandal, but finally managed to fasten it. Eva shouted to Sunga:

"Up, you! It is late already; the sun is going down. Let's go back."

The twins put the litter on their shoulders; after a short walk, they were again in front of Eva's hut. Tonga was there, kindling a fire to roast some of Samba's deer for dinner. Eva asked her bearers:

"Do you want to have dinner with us?"

"Yes, Miss! We are hungry!" said Munga.

"O. K. Bring the stones into the hut; Matomba, you can go." She showed them where she wanted the stones laid: one by the cot to serve as a night table, while the others would serve as stools. She accompanied the Amazons to the outside, told them to kneel down and tied their leashes to a tree.

Matomba was still hanging there; she was wishing to talk things over with her girlfriend. Eva hadn't noticed her; as she entered the hut, the girl approached the twins and asked in a whisper:

"Munga, why are you tied like this?"

Munga lowered her head, ashamed, but lifted it again: Matomba would end up knowing about the leash, for anybody could see them attached and tell her. 

"Miss said that we have to wait for her like this, or she will take our bulawas away. What can I do?"

Matomba was too startled to say anything. A bulawa could come expensive! But the way Munga had cummed, and also Sunga on the white woman's toe, proved their power. What would Miss ask from her, if she decided to give her one? She could only wonder; she grabbed Munga's foot and examined the anklet with the bells, making them sound. Munga recalled how her sister had bitten the anklet on Miss' foot; she said, imitating the white woman:

"You may bite it, Matomba, it is real gold!"

"Shh, Munga! Miss could hear you!" said Sunga, looking worried. "And Matomba, Miss told you to go; if you want to get one of her bulawas, you had better do as she says." 

But Eva had not heard. Samba was dozing; as she removed her sandals for more comfort, Eva contemplated her for a long moment: what a trophy she was! The Amazon had bent one leg; her hand was clutched on the loose chain beside her. Eva noticed with pleasure that she had not used the cot, which apparently she had decided belonged to Miss, and preferred to lie on the leaf-covered ground.

The photographer spent some time sorting and arranging her things, and whistled for Sheera. She released the bearers and invited them into the hut; the aroma of Tonga's cooking filled the air. She caressed affectionately Samba's nose:

"Samba, dear, I am sorry, but you cannot eat. Do you want to go outside while we have our meal?"

Samba gave her a fierce look.

"No, Miss. Samba can watch; tomorrow she will eat."

"O.k., dear. Go to the end of the hut; Tonga, you may release the twins; tell them to come and have dinner."

The girls stepped in. 

Eva took a piece of deer and complimented Tonga for the quality of her cooking. Sunga stretched her hand to grab one, too, but Eva gave her a stern look:

"Wait until I have finished, dear." 

Sheera exchanged a look with Tonga; she had not told her yet about what had happened that morning at the lake. The four Amazons waited until the visitor was done, and ate in silence. 

It was quite dark now; night had fallen quickly, as it does in Africa. The village was quiet, the Amazons having retired into their huts. Eva imagined what was going on inside them; pictures of lascivious Nubians brushing against each other in the darkness and talking excitedly about bulawas formed in her mind. 




Eva and the Black Amazons Pt. 03



She dismissed the sisters with a pat on their bums, and ordered Sheera and Tonga to undress her. Samba watched what the Amazons were doing; she was impressed with her Miss' ability to teach so many things in such a short time. The conversation she had had with the white woman while fanning her was still lingering in her mind. Yes, that woman was powerful... Samba accommodated her body and closed her eyes: tomorrow she would try to understand more about all that.

Eva lay down and beckoned for Sheera and Tonga to come over. They cuddled on her sides like they had the night before, Sheera resting her head on Eva's breasts, Tonga cupping her back like a shell. Eva smirked in the darkness: her second day in the village had been quite good.

***

Next morning, Eva woke Sheera and Tonga up and sent them to their tasks: Tonga was to bring water, Sheera to call on Taranga and then fetch some fruits for her breakfast. She was half dozing when she felt someone caressing her foot. It was Taranga, who had come to be milked. 

Samba moved forward, making her chain tingle. Taranga looked at her and saw the little bells on her breasts; she understood that they were bulawas, but was nevertheless surprised to see the leader there at such an early hour, and chained on top of that. Could it be that she had spent the night with Miss?

"Why is Samba here, Miss?"

Eva considered giving her a tart reply; it was none of a Negress' business with whom she chose to spend the night. But she saw it was pointless: discretion was not known among the Amazons. She said amiably:

"Because I have put a bulawa on her tongue and it had to heal, like your pussy when I placed the ring on it. Let me see how it is, by the way."

Taranga lifted her pelt and showed Eva her womanhood. Even having given birth a few months ago, it was a superb African pussy: gorgeous lips, neither too thick nor too thin, delicate folds flanking a deep pink grotto, and a bulky clit that would make any lady envious. 

Samba knelt beside her and took a good look at the ring and chain. She was impressed by the variety of the bulawas Miss had brought; there were ornaments for every part of the body – neck, ankles, nipples, pussy...

Eva gazed at the turgid breasts in front of her and let Taranga slide her nipple into her mouth; she sucked eagerly the thin milk, gently tugging at her ring at the same time. She wanted the young mother to associate being milked with a pleasant sensation on her pussy; she had already done that the day before, and knew that repetition was necessary to form a habit.

When she felt sated, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and turned to Samba. 

"Do you want some milk? I think it can't do your tongue any harm. But take care not to hurt her with your stud, and leave enough of it for the little baby."

Samba approached and put her mouth to Taranga's other breast. The Nubian felt the metal under her nipple as Samba's lips sucked on it; it was an agreeable, tickling sensation. Eva kept fingering her, playing with her ring and letting her juices cover her fingers. Taranga's body was becoming tense and ready for an orgasm; Eva took her hand away and said:

"Taranga, I see you are aroused. Go now, find your girlfriend and enjoy the power of the bulawa." The Nubian said nothing; that was exactly what she was willing to do.. "This one is docile"; Eva thought as she walked out, silent as a panther. The photographer sat on one of her new stools and turned to the Samba:

"Come, my dear! Time for some kissing on your Miss' pussy." 

Samba remembered what Miss had said about coming every morning to please her; she knelt between her legs and began lapping on her inner thighs. She was feeling hungry; she wanted to bite into that white flesh, but controlled herself and went up slowly, licking a bit on each thigh until she reached Miss's crotch. 

Eva shivered: one of her fantasies was having a black girl come to her early in the morning with her breakfast on a tray, kneel by her bed while she sipped her coffee, and make her feel good as first thing in the day. That fantasy had come true, albeit in a slightly different form. She felt Samba's expert tongue teasing her, licking her canal, turning to her clit, and back to her folds. 

Her hand went to Samba's collar to hold her head in place; she wanted a clit orgasm. She let the Negress do her job; no need for words - she was perfect at it, as the twins were perfect to carry her around... She felt her womb contracting in the familiar tension that preceded release; it came in seconds, so aroused she was. She wanted to lick Samba too, to stay with her taste in her mouth for the whole day; but she knew that the woman needed some respite, after all that had happened her since she had come back from her hunt.

Eva stood up and unclasped the lock that tied the chain to Samba's collar. "You may go now, Samba. Send me a word when you have assembled the tribe; I want to hear what you will tell them." She watched that generous bum swaying as the leader walked away, her nipple bells jingling.

Sheera and Tonga arrived moments later and knelt down; Eva touched their slits and sat to eat a banana and some slices of papaya. She made the girls wash and dress her, and sent them away to have their breakfast. Turning her laptop on, she looked for the news on the newspaper that she used to read. She wanted some time alone; the day would be full.





Eva and the Black Amazons Pt. 03



"Now she has told me that her friend has agreed to receive some of us in her distant land. I think this is a great opportunity to know the big world beyond our village. I myself would like to go, but I don't think it would be wise, because of my duties here."

She paused for a moment and let her eyes wander over the attentive Amazons. "Miss will choose, among those of you who want to travel, who will go in this first trip. Think well of this; talk to your friends, weigh well what you can gain or lose, and if you wish to stand the test, step forward."

There was a loud noise of musical voices as the Amazons talked to each other, making animated gestures, discussing the pros and cons. Eva stood still, not betraying her anxiety. Would any of the Amazons volunteer? A woman stepped forward, cautiously, looking around to see if any other would follow. Two seconds later, another imitated her; others followed, in groups of two and three, until nobody more moved. 

Eva counted: thirty-two Amazons had volunteered to take the test. Their childish excitation was touching. Eva noticed with pleasure that Matomba was among them; she glanced quickly towards Munga, whose face showed utter disappointment. "So much the worse for her", Eva thought. "She will have to get another girlfriend; this one is worth twelve grand - only if she refused completely would I leave her out." 

Suddenly, Munga stepped forward, immediately followed by Sunga. Eva smiled: of course she would not choose them. Their function was clear: no other Amazons were more appropriate to carry her around. Besides, they had already learned the necessary skills and been branded by the haircut. Sheera and Tonga had not volunteered: "this is good", Eva said to herself, "means they want to stay here with me."

"May I speak, noble Samba?" she asked. She didn't want to diminish the leader's influence, and was careful to show her respect, at least in public.

"Go on, Miss."

"I want to thank you all, and noble Samba here, for your kind hospitality. I came to learn your ways and teach you mine. I want to state here that if I have given my nice bulawas just to a few from you, it is because I have been here for only two days. However, I like you all so much that I have asked my friend to receive a group for training. Whoever wants to be tested has to know, though, that she can receive only twelve girls for the time being. Maybe, if those I select behave well, she will agree to receive more Amazons in the future." 

She paused for a moment to gauge the effect of her words: the women were taking them in as if they were precious bulawas. She went on:

"They will have to work for my friend for some time, which I think is just, since she will have much expense to bring there, to feed and clothe these twelve lucky girls. I must be sure that they will do as they are told, or I will feel ashamed, because it was me who asked her to take all this trouble on your behalf. Is that clear? Do you think it is a fair deal"? 

An uproar came from the Amazons: "Yes!" Eva had chosen carefully her words. She didn't know what awaited the girls in Aden; she supposed they would be brought into harems, but who knew? It was prudent to make clear that they were expected to obey orders, in exchange for being taken care of. If any complaint about their servile condition ever reached Samba, she would be in a position to defend herself: she had warned honestly and in public the Amazons about what would happen – broadly – when they reached the "distant land". She went on:

"I am sure that you will be happy at my friend's; there you will find other girls like you, and will learn from their example. When you come back, you will be honored and admired by your sisters." She turned to Samba:

"Samba, I think you have spoken well; unless you want to say something more, we can end the meeting now."

"Miss has spoken well too", the leader said. "Now, those who wish to take the tests can go with her. Saravah!"

Eva motioned for the volunteers to follow her to the far end of the village; she wanted a quiet place for what was to follow.

"Sunga, Munga, out of the line."

As expected, Munga spoke her mind out:

"Miss, if Matomba goes, Munga goes too."

"No, dear." Eva's voice had all the authority she was capable of. "Both of you have already earned not one, but two nice bulawas. It would not be fair towards your sisters if you took two of the available places."

"But Miss – listen please..."

"Munga! Have you forgotten? One more word and you lose your bulawas!"

The black girl gave a sigh. She would not relinquish that precious necklace, or the pleasant-sounding little bells on her ankle, for anything in the world. She lowered her head and stepped out of the line; her sister followed, and they walked away.  

That left Eva again with thirty-two females to choose from.

"Please remove your pelts; I have to check each of you for good health."

The women took off their pelts, revealing their nudity in its entire splendor. Eva bade them to form a line, keeping a yard's distance from each other. She took her time to examine one by one, touching muscles, looking for flaws on their bodies. After a first scrutiny, she told six of the women to step aside: they bore scars from fights or marks of having been bitten by animals. "Flawless", had said Princess Samira; flawless she would receive them.

Two had one tooth missing; they joined their sisters on the side. Three were pregnant, which ruled them out automatically; one had fallen arches, which Eva considered a very ugly thing. She went on, cupping each pair of tits, marveling at how their nipples sprouted from the slightly lighter aureoles and how quickly they turned hard; one with breasts that hung down asymmetrically, and another with disproportionately big ones, were excluded in this phase. That left her with eighteen girls; she hoped that twelve of them were virgins, or she would have to ask for more volunteers.

"On your hands and kneels now; please lower your head to ground, open well your legs and put your rumps up."

Eva went behind them and took a deep breath. She had never seen such a magnificent collection of buttocks; the thighs were firm, all but three had fair soles, and the cunts – the cunts were perfect triangles, with patches of wiry hair dangling down because of their position.

Passing quickly by Matomba, who was the first on the line, the photographer followed the same procedure on each of the girls still under consideration: a good glance for any imperfection in labia, a thumb rubbing to check the state of the clit, and a careful fingering of the inside, looking for the cherry. She also wanted to check tightness and time of reaction to stimulation.

When she found no resistance to her finger, she slapped the bottom of the girl in question and told her to step aside. Seven had been already deflowered, which left her with eleven "in original condition". "One short", she thought; "no big problem; I will have time enough to scan around and find some more virgins from which to choose."

Eva clapped her hands and the girls rose to their feet. She dismissed the faulty ones and took a good glance at the remaining lot. They were superb, beaming with health; their exotic faces, salient hips, thick lips and upright breasts were enough to make a whole book of photos. 

"My girls, you are the most beautiful group of ebonies in the whole of Africa, and I am proud of you. You will certainly represent well your tribe in the far away land I am sending you to. Now I have to make some things clear before I give your bulawas, which will be quite special to single you out from the rest of the Amazons." 

She strolled by them as she spoke, touching here and there one particularly pretty face or nipple.

"You may have noticed that I picked out only those of you who have yet not been touched by a male. This is because of regulations in my land; they forbid the entrance of Africans already having known men. Maybe this is not just, but that is the way it is. I must also ask you not to play with any of your sisters until you leave this village; I don't want any of you to lose by accident what makes you eligible. But if I call any of you, she will come; I know how to do things safely. Understood?"

The girls nodded. None was willing to lose the opportunity that the white lady was offering them.

"Third, I want you to take care with the food you take, so that none is sick when the time comes for you to leave. And no hunting or wrestling, lest you get cut or wounded in any way. In short, you must be as perfect as you are now, or you will be left behind." 

Eva slapped the bum of a girl who was talking to another at her side and went on:

"Now, the bulawas I am giving you will be on your nose. I haven't given any of those yet; however, they are as powerful as the ones I offered to my bearers, to Taranga and to Samba. Sheera and Tonga, you will earn yours today, too. You have served me well, and I have every reason to think you will continue to do so. Let's go to my hut", she said, and whistled for her bearers.

The twins came in two minutes with the litter. Eva sat on it and was taken to the hut; Munga's face was a grimace of disappointment as she saw Matomba among the chosen ones, but she didn't dare to express anything that might anger Miss.

Eva dismissed the sisters and stepped inside, followed by the other Amazons. Sheera and Tonga were beaming with joy. Eva explained what she wanted them to do: Tonga was to hold each girl's head firmly, while Sheera held her hands behind her to prevent unwanted movements.

From one of her plastic bags, she chose eleven small rings, as much alike to each other as she could find. She sterilized them, and also the piercing tool; the Amazons were somewhat scared, but anxious to receive their bulawas.

Matomba was the first; she stood up and Tonga held her head, while Sheera gripped her hands and twisted them behind her back. Eva lifted the tip of her nose and pierced the skin between the nostrils; she inserted the ring and pressed the ends together, taking care not to let it overstep the line of the upper lip. The Amazon felt a burning sensation in her nose, but didn't flinch.

"Don't touch it, Matomba; it has to be firm, otherwise you may lose it." Eva stroked her cheek and called the next one.

Branding the entire group took the rest of the morning; when all was over, it was already lunchtime. She told Tonga to go and prepare what was left of Samba's deer; the girls were laughing, making comments and proudly showing each other their rings. 

"One hundred and thirty thousand dollars standing in front of me", she thought, feeling proud of what she had achieved. "Let's hope Princess Samira likes them; I have done the best I could." She took several photos of each; it was clear that the girls were burning to try their bulawas and see if they were as powerful as the tradition said they were.

But Eva could not run the risk of losing some dozens of thousand dollars because the Negresses were lustful. She clapped her hands and said, sternly:

"Remember, no touching or playing with your cunts until you leave this village. You will be checked daily until then; if any you does anything of the sort, she will be excluded from this group and will have to surrender her bulawa."

An expression of disappointment appeared on the girls' faces. They had imagined spending the afternoon in warm embraces with their girlfriends, and now the white lady was telling them that that was forbidden! But none wanted to lose what they had obtained after such a severe test.

"Now, kneel down as you have done before, ass up and forehead touching ground. I want all of you to say three times, and very clearly: Miss, I promise to refrain from playing with any Amazon."

There was a rustling of leaves as the girls knelt down and repeated aloud their pledge. Eva let them stay in that position for a while, savoring their first act of submission. As Tonga came to tell her that food was ready, she dismissed them and sat to eat a quick meal. She looked at her watch: Katunda would be arriving any moment now.

Eva felt a shiver on her spine at the thought that the African girl, who was educated enough to work at a Ministry, could refuse to cooperate with the sale into slavery of her own people. But, she reflected, that African state – as all the rest of them – was an assemblage of tribes who hated each other. Katunda would not consider the Amazons as her people, that much was pretty sure. Still, it was a touchy issue. The way to handle it, however, was obvious: she hadn't to tell about the whole plan. What Eva needed was her help to obtain the travel permits – nothing else. She felt reassured: it was a risky business, but the rewards were high, and she would know how to manage it properly.





Eva and the Black Amazons Pt. 04



Twelve

While Samba was occupied with Eva, Valera had reached her hut and found it empty. At first she thought that the leader could be busy with something; but as time went by, she began to think that Samba had forgotten their appointment. Perhaps she was with one of her lovers? The girl felt confused: Samba had asked her to come – why would she go with another Amazon? She decided to go out and check. Her chances to get a bulawa depended on Samba – unless she went directly to the white woman and asked for one – but that was risky...

As Valera left the hut, she heard steps coming in her direction. Katunda was making a tour of the village, looking for someone to talk with.

Valera recognized the girl because of the braids: she had been at Miss' side during the competition that afternoon. Her eyes caught sight of the golden band on Katunda's wrist: a bulawa - which meant that the girl was in good terms with Miss. Would she agree to introduce her to that strange woman? She decided to try her luck.

"What is your name?"

"Katunda, and yours?"

"I am Valera. What are you doing in our village?"

"I came to spend a few days with E...with Miss", Katunda replied, measuring the young beauty in front of her. She remembered Eva's advice: to make friends with the Amazons of her age. That girl seemed as good as any other for that purpose.

"Have you seen Samba?" Valera asked.

"No. Isn't she at her hut?" Katunda didn't know that Eva had sent for leader.

"No." Valera sighed.

"Do you want to show me around, Valera? I am feeling a bit lonely; it is my first day here, and the girls I know seen asleep or ... busy", she added with a smile.

Valera nodded. Luck was on her side! She motioned for Katunda to go with her.

"Come with me, Katunda. Are you a servant of the white woman?"

Katunda breathed deep. She wanted to say "no", but that would jeopardize the deal she had made with Eva.

"Yes", she said. "I am."

"And she has given you one of her bulawas?" Valera went on, pointing to the band on Katunda's wrist.

"Yes, she gave me this. Look, it has her name written on it."

"Come, let's sit on that trunk", said Valera. "Is it true that it makes a person feel... sweet?" 

Katunda sat down and looked intently at the Amazon. She was quite attractive, with her oval face, thick lips and slim body. The pleasure she had felt at the lake with Eva came back to her mind, making her slit dampen. Would it be a good idea to use the Amazons' superstitions and try something with that girl? She hesitated; but her project seemed less hazardous as she felt Valera's hand taking her arm to have a better look at her wristband.

"It is very powerful", she said, trying to sound sincere.

"I saw how Samba cummed strongly when I was with her", Valera said. "She has a lot of bulawas on her! I want one for me, too."

Katunda smiled and touched Valera's shoulder. Her skin was so soft!

"If you want, I can ask Miss to talk to you."

Valera's eyes flashed. She grabbed the girl's hand and rubbed it on her right breast.

"Would you?"

Katunda was less unsure now. She cupped the small breast and caressed the nipple. Valera let her do: obviously, if the foreign girl was to intercede on her behalf, she would want something in exchange – and she had learned with Samba that her tongue was quite capable of bringing pleasure to whom she wanted to. She made up her mind:

"Come to my hut, Katunda. There are other girls there, but they must be asleep by now."

The young Amazon rose to her feet and pulled Katunda up. Her lips moved to little nipple, licking it in an unmistakable sign of what she had in mind. Katunda allowed Valera to suck a bit on her nipple, feeling aroused by the girl's willingness to make love.

Hand in hand, they walked to Valera's hut and stepped in, leaving behind them the starry African night, loaded with strange scents and sounds. There were other girls lying there, but none seemed awake. Katunda let Valera lead her to her cot, taking care not to step on any of the sleeping bodies strewn on the ground.

They lay down and Valera undid her pelt, showing her womanhood. Katunda traced the girl's slit: it was wet. She unknotted her own hide and approached her mouth to the young Amazon's lips. They tasted sweet, and as she seemed to like that, Katunda went further, licking slowly her chin, her neck, her shoulders...

Valera moaned, feeling Katunda's tongue going down her body, brushing her rib cage and staying on her belly. She spread her legs, offering her pussy. Katunda turned her back to the lying girl's face and straddled her, leaving her own cunt open just above her mouth. They began a sixty-nine, licking each other in rapid movements. Valera had learned well this new trick; her tongue slid swiftly along Katunda's labia, looking for her clit. Katunda, on her side, had found Valera's little knob and was flickering her tongue on it, making the Amazon writhe with pleasure.

Katunda rose up and held Valera's waist, pulling her into a doggie position. She rubbed her breasts on the girl's firm haunches and parted her legs; with her tongue stretched, she looked for the red grotto and lapped it in long slurps. Valera breathed deep: that girl really knew how to do that! She felt shivers going down her spine; Katunda slipped her finger into the drenched hole, feeling the muscles clutch around it. She fingered Valera and kept licking with the tip of her tongue on the little swollen button, her hand moving to her own cunt. Valera opened herself widely to receive her; in a few moments, she reached her climax – her belly shook savagely, her thighs trembling, as she felt relieved. Katunda slowed here tongue, lapping the girl's abundant juices.

She lay down and spread her legs wide. 

"Your turn, Valera!"

The young Amazon knelt and started to work with her tongue. She introduced it into Katunda's cavern, probing the walls, feeling how intensely the foreign girl responded. "That must be because of her bulawa", she thought. 

Katunda was delighted: the girl's tongue was smoother than Eva's, making her feel a different sensation, but equally good. She caught her nipple between her thumb and finger and twisted it gently; her legs went over the girl's shoulders, her body arched – she was on the verge of an orgasm – she moved her hips in rhythm with that marvelous tongue – and suddenly she exploded in a series of quick thrusts, her pussy on fire, moaning loud.

One of the sleeping Amazons opened her eyes: two girls were making love, which was nothing very extraordinary. She turned her face away, falling again into a peaceful slumber. Katunda pulled Valera over her and kissed her deeply:

"That was good, Valera!"

The young Amazon kissed the other girl's cheek.

"Yes, it was..."

They stayed a bit like that, feeling relaxed and rubbing softly their breasts on each other. Katunda could understand better now why Eva had indulged in her desires – the feeling of that young, lithe body on hers was simply marvelous. She was still a bit uneasy about what the white woman had told her – that entire servant thing was surely queer – but if the Amazons did not object, why should she break the charm? She caressed Valera's back, thinking of all the good surprises that day had brought. She did not want to go back to Eva and be ordered around; it was much better to be there, holding that Amazon in her arms. 

"Can I sleep here tonight?"

"I was going to ask if you wanted to", Valera whispered. 

The Amazon closed her eyes; she was lying on her side, he back touching Katunda's belly, her butt capped by the other girl's crotch. Samba was a good lover, she thought, but this girl was more appropriate for her – just some years older, but that didn't matter. Samba had her lovers in the tribe; she could seek them as much as she wanted – now Valera had someone to take care of her. She recalled a conversation she had had that afternoon with Narumba, a girl she had played with sometimes: Narumba had received one of the nose bulawas that Miss had distributed that morning. She had told Valera that the white woman had forbidden them to play and get pleasure while waiting for their departure; Valera felt disappointed, but the girl was firm – the penalty for disobeying the white lady was terrible – to surrender her bulawa. Now it didn't matter anymore: Katunda was still better – and she had promised to talk to Miss about her! Tomorrow she would show Katunda more of the village. Valera was a good potter; she thought of making a few beautiful pieces and trading them with the white woman for a bulawa. 

Katunda put a leg over Valera's body, as if taking possession of her. The hut was quiet, the silence broken only by the regular respiration of the sleeping Amazons. Katunda kissed the back of Valera's neck; the girl did not react – she was already asleep. 

***

Sheera and Tonga were also lying by each other, after a lot of kissing and licking. Both felt relaxed and proud to have earned their bulawas. Sheera touched Tonga's collar and said:

"What do you think – should we go back to Miss' hut now?"

"I think so", Tonga replied.

"She said that if we go there, this will mean that we accept to belong to her. Do you want that, Tonga?"

"I do. I told you earlier – I don't want to lose my necklace."

"But she said that we have to ... what was that, Tonga? The word she used?"

"Obey her. I don't see any problem with that. Aren't we already doing what she asks us?"

"Yes, but I don't want to have my ass swatted like she did to Munga."

"Just do as she tells you", Tonga snapped. "You heard her."

Sheera sighed. Her hand went to her collar and touched the lock behind her neck. She felt how it was securely clasped: no danger to lose that precious circlet! 

"Then let's go", she said.

They rose up and walked to Eva's hut. The village was silent now; only the owls could be heard, their raucous voices cutting the thick darkness, as if they were talking to each other. Even the toads had stopped their characteristic sound.

Eva opened her eyes as the two Amazons entered. Samba had gone to the far end of the hut and had curled herself to sleep, the chain lying loose at her feet. The white woman patted the ground, motioning for the girls to come over. 

"You did well to come", she said softly. "You will be very happy serving your Miss." She traced the girls' collars with the tip of her fingers, feeling the warmth of their bodies on each side of hers. She kissed tenderly Tonga's nipples, then Sheera's, and fell asleep. 

***

The first sunrays were illuminating the hut when Samba woke up, with an urgent need to pee. She did not want to do that in the hut; she walked on her hands and knees, and felt the chain from her neck tugging – she could not reach the entrance. She touched gently Eva's foot, which was astride Sheera's buttocks. The photographer opened her eyes:

"What is it, Samba?"

"Miss, Samba has to go out. May I?"

Eva grinned. The leader was kneeling by her, asking her permission to go out! She leaned on her elbow and played with the leader's breast bells, making then jingle. 

"Samba, I will let you go, because now you are behaving well. I will forget how badly you offended me last night." She pulled lightly on the lead. "Whom do you belong to?"

"To you, Miss" Samba said, her pussy contracted - she would not be able to restrain herself for much longer.

"I will release you, but before you go, I want a lick on my foot." 

She took the key from her pocket and opened the lock that tied the chain to the leader's collar. Samba took the white foot in her hand and licked the sole, feeling its somewhat salty taste. Then she kissed Eva's anklet, as if to take in its power once more.

"Go now, Samba, and tell Taranga to come. I am hungry."

Eva watched as the leader of the Amazons rushed out of the tent and disappeared. She looked around: Katunda was not there. "Probably got laid by some Nubian - no problem with that, I guess, as long as she keeps playing her role..."

Samba did what she needed to and ran to her hut. Where would Valera be? Had she come to look for her, or not? She felt her bowels twist inside her: there was nobody there. The bells from her nipples jingled as she headed for Valera's hut: she had to talk to her and explain that it was not her fault... the white woman had wanted her...

She peeked into the hut and made a gesture of rage: the girl was there, and around her shoulder there was an arm – the arm of the girl who had arrived the previous day. They were lying very close, and Samba was too experienced in the ways of her tribe not to guess what they had been doing. She wanted to scream from frustration – that was intolerable! Who that girl thought she was? To lay with Valera at her very first night at the village? Were there not dozens of other girls to choose from – had she to take precisely the girl that she, Samba, was coveting?

As she leaned to enter the hut, the bells on her nipples shook and emitted their tiny sound. I have to obey my Miss, Samba thought suddenly. "She wants Taranga; later I will deal with Valera."

She moved quickly to Taranga's hut and touched her leg.

"Rise up, Taranga! Miss wants you."

Taranga opened her eyes, surprised: why was Samba there, so early? She was the leader of their tribe! Then she understood: Samba and Miss had spent the night together. She glanced at her baby, who was peacefully asleep by her side. Her breasts felt heavy with the milk that had formed during the night.

"I had better go quickly – Miss doesn't like to wait", she said, rising up and tying her hide to her waist.

"Yes, she is awful when she gets upset", Samba said, remembering what had took place the night before. 

She was uncertain about what she should do now: it would be unbecoming for her to make a fuss over Valera's having slept with the foreign girl. She had a right to go with whom she wanted, after all. Samba felt hurt, but there was not much she could do about that, except talking to the girl later. She walked slowly to her hut, feeling sad and revengeful. That was not nice of Valera! She should have waited; didn't she want a bulawa? On the other hand, she was young, and so was that foreign girl. Samba shrugged as she remembered how happy was Valera's expression, lying there in the braided girl's arms.

She lay down and tried to think clearly. But she had not much time to do that: an Amazon peeked into the hut and stepped in.

"Samba, a terrible thing has happened. Malunga's daughter has disappeared, and there are leopard footprints going into the forest. You better go there, quickly!"

Samba sprang to her feet. That, again! It was the third girl to have disappeared in a few weeks, and always because of a leopard. She shivered at the idea that the animal could have devoured the three-year old girl. That had to be stopped; now that the beast had tasted human blood, nobody would be secure in the village while it was still alive. Samba knew what she had to do: she grabbed her bow and arrows, and followed the Amazon to Malunga's hut.

The women were agitated; Malunga was sitting on the cot, crying bitterly.

"Don't cry, Malunga!" Samba said. "I will get some warriors and we will find your daughter." She knew that this was very improbable, though, and so did Malunga.

"I will go with you", said the Amazon. "I want to kill that leopard!" Her voice was full of hate.

"Yes, come with us, Malunga. Get your arrows and choose three other Amazons. Meet me at the beginning of the trail; I have to do one or two things, but will be there as soon as I can."

She felt a bit confused. Had she to ask Eva's permission to go after the leopard? For an instant, she thought of leaving without telling the white woman; after all, it was her duty to protect her village. But Miss would be angry if she went without telling her; she had been quite outspoken last night – Samba now belonged to her, she was her Miss! What if she didn't allow her to go? Samba trembled at the idea: no, Miss would understand... Anyway, it was wise to go and ask her. I have to obey my Miss, the leader thought, feeling the stud on the tip of her tongue.

Samba entered Eva's hut, knelt down, lifted her hide and put her palms on her thighs. The photographer was lying down, playing with Taranga's little chain and sucking her left breast, as the Nubian straddled her and leaned down to offer her nipple.

"What is it, Samba?" she asked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. A trickle of milk went down her chin as she stretched her left leg and brushed lightly the leader's cunt with her toe.

"A small girl has been kidnapped by a leopard, and Samba has to look after this, Miss. May I?"

Eva chuckled. "This dark cat learns quickly. She understood who controls her now – I was right to be firm with her yesterday!" she thought.

"I like your attitude, my Samba. You did well to come and ask your Miss's permission to leave. How long will you will be absent?"

"I don't know, Miss. It can take a few days, or I can return today. That depends on where the leopard is."

"I see. Well, you may go, Samba – but first, I want you to do your duty and pleasure me. Remember, this I why I collared you for."

Samba looked wryly at Taranga – what the girl would think of Miss's words? Taranga was squatting quietly by Eva's side, her hand brushing the white woman's breast, the chain from her pussy ring dangling between her parted legs. Samba had no time to argue; every minute was precious. She thought of asking Eva to call another of her girls, but the image of the dildo, and of how Miss had slapped her ass the night before, prevented her from saying what was in her mind. She leaned on her fours and put her head between Eva's thighs.

"Yes, you little cheetah! Be obedient and you well keep you trinkets. You are mine now, and I will not relinquish the pleasure you can give me", Eva thought as she felt the tip of that agile tongue tracing her labia. She moaned softy, feeling moisture cover her lips – her moisture, and the saliva from the Nubian's mouth, as the studded tongue probed within her and lapped her rosy tunnel. She put her feet on Samba's back; she liked to feel those muscles under her soles. Samba was lapping her mistress' juice, her nose shoved into the white woman's soft bush. She could feel her contracting, thrusting her hips forward as her tension mounted. 

Eva caressed the leader's head, feeling the rough mane – she thought of shaving her skull and leaving a small E on its back, like she had done to the twins, to show all the tribe that their leader was owned now. That thought made her pussy tingle with lust; she held Samba's collar firmly – and the jolts came in a quick series, making her body shake, her hips thrust forward, as she felt her orgasm subsiding. She could not tell what was better, the licking or the sensation of power at the sight of the proud Amazon immobile between her legs, her butt up, waiting for her permission to go. Eva caressed her behind her ear to show how pleased she was: 

"You may go now, Samba. Catch that leopard and bring me its skin; and don't forget that now you have a Miss to obey."

Samba gave a last kiss to Eva's exposed cunt.

"I will bring it to you, Miss." There was a ring of humbleness in her voice that made Eva's cunt tingle.

"Come here, Taranga, and take Samba's place. I need more of this."

The leader rose up and let Taranga kneel between Eva's legs. As she left the hut to meet Malunga and the other Amazons, the moans of the woman as the Nubian sucked her clit were quite audible.

Samba hesitated for a moment. Should she go to Valera and say good bye to her? She wanted to, but held herself back: if she went to the girl, she would have to talk at length with her and explain why she had not waited for her. The task before her was more urgent, though. Also, putting some distance between them would help to cool her anger - for now, she was feeling too hurt and jealous. 




Eva and the Black Amazons Pt. 04



The Amazons were waiting for her at the beginning of the trail that led into the jungle. They moved quickly into the forest, their hearts heavy: each knew all too well that she might perish in that expedition. 

***

Katunda opened her eyes and rubbed her pussy on Valera's butt. She was feeling happy: the girl was delicious, and she had had a lot of pleasure both licking her and being licked by her. Eva was right: love between women could be quite rewarding!

Some of the young Amazons had already left the hut; others were rising up and talking as they washed their faces to begin the new day. They didn't seem surprised to see Katunda there - it was clear that she and Valera had been playing during the night. Katunda smiled as she noticed how their eyes were glued to her wristband. She was going to say something when Valera woke up.

"Katunda... it was so good!" she said softly, brushing her nose on the other girl's breasts. 

Katunda caressed her cheek. She would like to stay and play all day long with that young beauty, but that was not possible.

"I have to go and see what Miss is doing", she said.

"Will you take me with you?" Valera was eager to be introduced to the visitor.

"Yes, you can come. And do as I do – she will be well disposed towards you if you greet her as she likes."

Upon entering Eva's hut, Katunda knelt down and put her palms on her thighs. Eva was sitting on one of the stones that served as furniture; she had finished her breakfast and had sent Taranga to feed her baby. Sheera was combing her hair, while Tonga made a bundle of the clothes she had worn the day before. The photographer repressed a smile as she saw whom Katunda had brought with her: was it not the girl she had seen with Samba at the contest?

Valera felt intimidated by the white woman. She fell to her knees and parted her legs like Katunda had done; her eyes wandered around the hut, watching the two other Amazons as they performed their tasks.

"Who are you, dear? And what can I do for you?" Eva said with a smile.

"I am Valera. And I want a bulawa like you have given Samba. Can I have one?"

Eva looked at her with more attention. The girl was undoubtedly the prettiest Nubian she had met with: a slim body, pert tits that ended in nice nipples, an oval face graced by two slanted eyes that made her look a bit Oriental, a perfect pair of lips under a small nose. Her hands, poised on her thighs with the palms upwards, were delicate and with long fingers. "Fifteen thousand", Eva thought. "If she is a virgin, and she certainly is, I can ask the Princess fifteen thousand for this one."

She touched Valera's slit with her toe and said:

"A bulawa is a precious thing, my child. It does not go to the first comer. Stand up and let me examine you." She turned to the other girls:

"Katunda, please go with Sheera and wash my clothes. Tonga, you had better look after something for lunch. I will stay with Valera and see if she is worthy of one my bulawas."

Katunda was somewhat surprised by Eva's request. The woman was taking the play a bit too seriously! But at stake were her chances of becoming a nurse. She had better play her role to the end, and see what would come out of that awkward situation. She said simply: "Yes, Miss", took in her hands the bundle Tonga has prepared and put it on her head. Eva watched with pleasure her almost naked body moving with grace as she left with Sheera. Tonga grabbed her knife and darts, and set out to hunt a prey for lunch. The photographer and the young Amazon were now alone in the hut.

"You are very pretty, my child. I could keep you and train you as one of my servants, but I already own all I need."

Eva studied the girl's face, wondering how she would react to the word "own", but there was no reaction. All that she could read on the Amazon's face was disappointment. Valera looked down at her toes and wriggled them, gathering courage to plead her case.

Eva went on like a fisher throwing his net on a shoal that had come by chance near his boat:

"However, perhaps you could join the group of Amazons that will go to my friend's place. The girls I selected for this have got a fine bulawa, a ring just here" – she touched the thin wall under Valera's nose. "But perhaps you don't want to leave the village? Why haven't you volunteered yesterday?

"Because I ... because Samba..." the young Amazon stuttered.

Eva waited. She had guessed right: the leader had something with that black gem!

"Yes, dear? Tell Miss everything."

Valera breathed deeply:

"Samba wanted to play with me. I was not very eager to do that, but I saw how many bulawas you have given her. Samba came to me and we played – and now I know that the old story is true – she had a lot of pleasure! And she taught me what you taught her" – she pointed to her mouth and to Eva's crotch.

The photographer frowned:

"So, you and Samba are lovers now." 

Valera hesitated. Were they? Samba hadn't shown up last night... Her voice sounded anxious:

"Did she ask you to give me a bulawa? She said she would."

Eva grinned. That was it: the leader had shrewdly used her metal trinkets as bait to get what she wanted. How would she react if Valera joined the group of Amazons she was going to ship the Princess? Eva shrugged. Samba would certainly not be happy - but that was her problem. She would have to give in: Eva would not refrain from cashing a nice sum just because they were interested in the same girl. Who belonged to whom, after all? If the leader protested, as she perhaps would, a day or two chained in the back of the hut would bring her to her senses again.

"Do you know where Samba is?" Eva asked noncommittally.

"No."

"Say, no, Miss."

"No, Miss."

"She has is hunting a leopard. It seems that it has devoured a girl."

Valera's jaw opened in amazement. So, Samba had left and had not come to see her? That was not nice! Surely, she had spent the night with another Amazon, and had forgotten her! And she had not kept her promise – the white woman had said that she had not spoken in her behalf. Valera felt betrayed: she had let Samba to have her way with her – it was not fair!

Eva could almost read the girl's mind.

"You said that Samba should have told me about you? Well, she didn't."

Valera looked down and wriggled her toes again, making Eva feel an urge to have them in her mouth.

"She is selfish!" the girl said angrily. "She wanted to play with me, I let her to, and she didn't keep her word!"

Eva didn't want to press the issue further. 

"Well, you straighten this up with her when she returns. Now, if you want a bulawa, you can join the group of girls I have chosen for the travel. I really own now all the servants I need." She counted on her fingers: "Sheera to wait on me, Tonga as hunter and cook, Taranga for milk, Sunga and Munga as bearers, and Samba for pleasing me." That last phrase was loaded with poison; it was meant to arouse jealousy - with her habitual cleverness, Eva had guessed that this was that girl's weak spot.

Valera opened her eyes to the widest.

"Samba ... for pleasing you? What do you mean?"

"Valera, if you are going to travel to foreign lands, you have to learn how to address people properly. You finish your phrases with the word Miss, do you understand?"

Valera felt her heart beating quickly. The last thing she wanted was to upset the woman who could grant her what she was yearning for.

"Yes, Miss. What do you mean, Miss – Samba is pleasing you – Miss?"

"She has accepted me as her Miss, and her duties include making me feel good me whenever I want. It is very simple. In exchange, I gave her fine bulawas, and now she can have pleasure with anyone she wants to."

The words resounded in the young Amazon's mind. With anyone she wants to – with her other lovers, for instance... 

Eva said firmly:

"Valera, I have to examine you to see if you can qualify for travel. That is, if you do want that bulawa."

"I want it, Miss!" The girl's voice was anxious.

"Then remove you hide and lean on your knees. Put your arms forward, touch ground with your forehead, and lift well your butt."

Valera did as she was told. Eva's licked her lips raced at the sight of the firm buttocks, of the long, well shaped legs, and of the small hole between them. She knelt down and touched the labia; they parted to reveal the pink canal. The photographer introduced a finger and felt the girl jerk a bit; she went on, exploring carefully the tunnel: the cherry was intact. "Original condition", she muttered to herself. Her own cunt was wetting; she shoved her head between the girl's thighs to feel her taste. "What a treat", she thought, as her tongue glided around the cleft and over the small knob that shone on top of it. 

Valera hovered from pleasure; the white woman did it even better than Samba! She moved back a little, rubbing her cunt on the woman's tongue. Eva held her ankles apart; even the feet of that girl were beautiful, like Katunda's, with a firm tendon planked by deep hollows. She slid her fingers along the finely chiselled arch and along the line that divided the black skin from the white bottom. Valera took her foot away in an automatic movement.

"Be quiet and put your foot back here!"

Valera moved her foot back, biting her lip – she was ticklish. Eva smiled: the girl had obeyed. She took that perfect foot in her hand and rubbed the bottom against her nipples; she was getting more and more excited.

"Let's see what Samba has taught you", she said, and lay on the cot, putting forward her own foot. 

Valera took it and licked it slowly; Eva shuddered as the girl's tongue slid under the pad and along the smooth skin under the arch. She thought of Amanda: how many times had she asked her to precisely that? But she had never succeeded. Now that young jewel was doing it for her! Those Amazons were really amazing, she thought, so easy to control... Eva pulled Valera's head up into her spread thighs. The girl licked the rosy labia with eagerness – the white woman tasted different from Samba and from Katunda – her juices were thicker, and her clit larger. 

Valera put the swollen knob in her mouth and sucked on it, feeling Eva's heels rubbing her back. She felt aroused, and put her own hand to her pussy; Eva noticed that, and with a movement of her other foot she brushed away the girl's hand. 

"Keep licking, dear! And if you want to get your bulawa, don't touch your pussy without permission." 

Valera moved away her hand: the woman's voice admitted no taking back. Eva was delighted with that tongue; she thrust her hips forward, keeping in rhythm with the quick movements. She felt her body contracting; the girl was quite a find, the Princess would certainly be pleased – the image of Valera kneeling behind the Princess and fanning her formed in her minds – and she cummed strongly, holding her hips with her hands, her eyes closed, her moans loud.

She stayed for a moment with the girl's head between her thighs, feeling her breathe into her pussy. Valera was anxious: had she done well? Would Miss be pleased and give her a bulawa? She inhaled the strong aroma of the soppy cunt, her body still tense with lust.

Eva rose up and said: 

"That was good, my dear! Now get me that bag over there. And when you give it to me, you kneel down and say, Miss, Valera has brought you your bag. Understand?"

The young Amazon did as she was told; the photographer felt her pussy tingling again at the sight of her kneeling, her slightly slanted eyes so expressive, as her hands went up to offer the bag. She took from it her camera: it was time to make some photos and send them to the Princess.

They went out of the hut, Valera still naked, Eva only with her shorts on. The sun was already high in the sky, and groups of Amazons were busy with their morning chores. Some stopped to watch Eva click the girl in different positions: standing to show her pert breasts and lovely pussy, doggy to show her buttocks and asshole, her face in a close-up, and so on. 

As they went inside again, Eva said:

"Valera, please take that long rod with the feathers. It is a fan; you stay behind me and wave it to make some breeze. I have some work to do."

The light breeze on her back felt very agreeable as she put on her laptop to feed the new photos in. There was a message from the Princess:

"Dear Miss Alpers: 

I have received the message you sent me, and must compliment you on the quality of the products you have to offer. The prices you mentioned seem quite reasonable; therefore I am taking the whole lot. Could you please contact my representative in the capital and make arrangements for shipping the pieces? And please tell me where the deposit is to be made.

Yours, Princess Samira."

Eva rubbed her hands. The deal was almost completed! The next steps were clear: she would have to go to the city, meet the police chief for the travel permits, and talk to the Aden representative. She worked a little on the photos and typed a reply:

"Dear Princess:

I am very pleased to have been of service to Your Highness. In the next days I will make the necessary arrangements. There is also some good news: you will find attached photos of a piece I recently discovered. This one is very special, and I hope you will like it. However, it came a bit more expensive than the others. Would Your Highness be prepared to pay fifteen thousand dollars for this really rare item? I will inform about you my account number when our deal is completed.

I remain, yours truthfully, 

Eva Alpers." 

Pressing the "send" button, she closed the laptop and turned to Valera.

"Let's meet the others of the group, dear. Please come here and help me to dress."

She whistled for her bearers; as Valera was finishing to tie her sandals, the twins stepped in and greeted her. 

"Good morning, dears! Let's go and meet your sisters who will travel to my friend's land. Valera, you come with us."

Eva sat on the litter and gave the sign for them to move. Sunga was especially beautiful that morning, her lithe back erect, her buttocks swaying gently as she moved with ease, the rod well placed on her shoulder. The E on the back of her skull was clearly visible; that made Eva remember the idea of having her initial done with arrows on the tree she used to park the twins at. She closed her eyes and listened to the agreeable sound of the bells on her bearers' ankles. "How could Munga imagine that I would let her go to Aden", she thought. "Where would I find another pair of Nubians so well formed and strong?"

The eleven girls were sitting inside the hut that had been assigned to them, playing a local game with shells. As they saw Eva, they greeted her as they had been taught. Eva had brought with her a new nose ring and the piercing tool.

She glanced at the perfect bodies of the girls kneeling around her: the "lot" was a sample of the best Africa had to offer. She walked among them, caressing a head here, a shoulder there, pulling gently a nose ring or two.

"My dears, Valera here has decided to join you. We will give her a nice bulawa like yours and after that I will check on you as I said I would. I hope that none of you has disobeyed my instructions!"

She motioned to Munga and told her to hold Valera's head behind her. Munga's eyes were on Matomba; she had not yet fully accepted to part with her girlfriend, and her expression was sad. Eva grinned: 

"Munga, I see that you are unhappy... but this is how things are... unless you want to surrender your bulawa?"

The black warrior replied quickly: 

"No, Miss! Munga wants to keep it!"

"Ok. Then let's give Valera hers, too."

She held the girl's little flat nose in her hand and with a quick movement pierced the gristle between her nostrils. Valera made a grimace as she felt the sting of the piercer, but Munga held her firmly. Eva inserted a ring in the hole and pressed the ends together.

"Branded", she thought. "And it really looks nice on her..."

"Stand up and lift your hides, all of you", she said dryly to the other girls. 

She took her time tracing those lovely cunts, making sure that each one was well moistened before inserting carefully her finger to check if they continued to be in "original condition". The girls responded well; Eva noticed with satisfaction that some jerked a bit when touched – sensitivity was a valuable feature in girls that would spend most of their time in harems.

"Very well, my dears! I will have to go to the town and check on a few things. You will remain here; I don't want you to get out of this hut until we depart, understand? This is very important. Sunga, you will keep watch on your sisters while I am absent."

The bearer nodded. Eva took Matomba aside and said sternly:

"Matomba, listen well to me. Munga may try to play with you, or even to persuade you not to go with the others. Are you sure you want to go?"

"Yes, Miss!"

"Very well. I will trust you, then. But if Munga tries anything, I want you to report to me. If you don't, you will lose your bulawa and I will never speak to you again. What do you say?"

Matomba hesitated. Eva waited calmly; she knew how important it was to set one Amazon against the other, following the old Roman saying – "divide and rule". Matomba lifted her eyes:

"I will do as you say, Miss."

"Then kneel down and put your forehead to the ground. And repeat it – you know what a promise is."

The girl went on her fours and felt Eva's foot on her head as she repeated what she had just said. Valera watched closely: she was impressed with that woman's firmness. No wonder so many Amazons had agreed to work for her! Her heart was filled with joy: she had finally earned her bulawa, and was anticipating how good it would be to play with Narumba, the girl she most desired in the tribe, and who was also in the group.

That joyous feeling didn't last much, though. Eva motioned for her to come over: 

"Valera, kneel down and listen to me. While you are here with your sisters, you are strictly forbidden to play with any of them, and they with you. There is no exception to this rule. I have told the other girls about that, and now am telling you. If you disobey, the bulawa goes off." She leaned down and pulled gently on the girl's ring to press her point.

Valera felt as if all her hopes had collapsed. What was a bulawa good for, if she was not allowed to test its power? But Miss' tone was definitive. She recalled how Narumba had told her about the ban on playing the day before. There was nothing she could do about it. She looked up at the woman:

"Yes, Miss."

"Good. Now I will leave you. Be well until my return!"

She motioned for her bearers to go with her and sat on the litter. 
"To the river!" she said firmly.

Sheera was hanging up the clothes they had been washing. Katunda was kneeling, wringing Eva's thong to take off the excess of water; she looked up at the photographer, who was stepping out of the litter. The girl still felt a bit astounded about the twins carrying her around, but said nothing. 

Eva patted her head: the sight of that pretty Nubian kneeling down, washing her thong, was simply delicious. Then she saw Tonga coming over, her hand clutching her cheek: it was swollen, indicating that she had a bad toothache.

"Open your mouth, dear. Does it ache?"

"Yes, Miss! My tooth..."

"We are going to the town this afternoon. You can come with us and we will go to a dentist." Seeing the puzzled look in her servant's eyes, Eva smiled: 

"It is a man who takes care of tooth aches, dear."

She turned to Katunda:

"Darling, we are leaving in one hour. Finish what you are doing and prepare my pack, and yours, too."




Eva and the Black Amazons Pt. 04



"Yes, Miss", the girl replied.

Eva sat on her litter again and told the bearers to take her to her hut. As they arrived, she said to Munga:

"Munga, kneel down and listen to your Miss. Yesterday I saw how good you are with arrows. I want you to make a beautiful sign like this on the trunk of this tree" – she made an E on the sand with a stick and pointed to the tree she had chosen to "park" the twins. "It is my sign; you and your sister have it at the back of your heads. Use as many arrows as you need: I want it perfect. You can surely make it – and everybody will admire your skill!"

Munga's eyes flashed in pride.

"It will be done, Miss."

"Very well. And you may keep watch on the girls in that other hut with Sunga. But, if you ever even talk to Matomba, I will know. Don't you dare to disobey your Miss!"

The memory of having her ass swatted came clearly into Munga's mind. She said quickly: 

"No, Miss – Munga will not disobey!"

Eva grinned. That savage cat was well under way to become obedient, as Samba seemed to have already. Her methods were working: firmness, but tempered with rewards and praises. Her fingers traced the E on the back of Munga's bare head, feeling the lines of rough hair. She had accomplished quite a lot in the few days of her stay with the Amazons. Now the second part of her plan had to be put in practice. Eva felt a small pang in her stomach: until now, things had gone well... would her good luck continue until the whole thing was finished?

Thirteen

The waiting room was almost empty. Eva looked at her watch: she had been there for more than two hours, after an uneventful trip from the village. Katunda had driven the jeep and Tonga had sat on the back seat; as they left the valley of the Amazons, she had been amazed at the sights, and kept asking questions that Eva answered with good humour.

Once they had reached the town, Katunda had left her at the gate of the Ministry and gone with Tonga to see a dentist. The photographer was to meet the police chief about the travel permits for the twelve Amazons.

Eva was beginning to feel impatient. Several people had been already admitted to the office, done their business and left. She glanced at the pretty clerk sitting behind a desk, who was reading a magazine, indifferent to anything else, and played for a moment with the idea of sucking her nipples. But she doubted that they would taste as sweet as the Amazons', or, for that matter, as sweet as Katunda's. How long would take until her turn came? She sighed; time in Africa was valued differently than in her culture. As she was rising from her chair, though, she saw Katunda and the Amazon crossing the room toward her.

The Nubian was wearing white shorts that went down to her knees, leaving her calves bare, and a sleeveless top that contrasted nicely to her dark shoulders and arms. Tonga had been given a skirt; with her naked breasts and what looked like a tribal ornament around her neck, she had gone unnoticed among the native women who crammed the dusty streets. 

"How was it at the dentist's?" Eva asked, holding Tonga's arm as the Amazon began to kneel down. She didn't want to attract attention to herself: the clerk was looking at them, and two other people were still waiting to speak with the police chef. 

"Just a small caries", Katunda replied. "She is OK now."

Eva gave her an icy look.

"Haven't you forgotten anything, dear?"

Katunda felt her face becoming hot. Should she go on pretending to be a servant, even in the very place she worked at? For a moment, she thought of leaving aside all prudence and telling the police chief about the photographer's behavior with the Amazons. But first, that would be the end of her plans to study abroad, and second, the man might not react as indignantly as she expected. Most probably, he would try to snatch a bribe from Eva and allow her to do as she pleased.

"I am sorry, Miss", the girl said.

Tonga stayed still, her hand clutching her jaw – it was still numb from the anaesthetic. She was going to ask why Miss didn't want her to greet when the clerk stood up:

"The chief will see you now."

"May I bring the native girl with me? This is her first visit to the town, and she might feel scared if we leave her alone here", Eva said with her best smile. 

"I see no problem. Please follow me."

Katunda watched as Eva walked through the door, flanked by the Amazon. She had work to do; she left the waiting room and climbed the stairs to reach her desk.

The chief was a fat, bald man, with small eyes behind a pair of sunglasses that made him look like a Tonton Macoute. His khaki shirt was damp with sweat, in spite of the ceiling fan over his head.

"What brings you here, Miss Alpers?" he asked, making a gesture towards a chair in front of his desk.

Eva sat down; Tonga squatted by her feet.

"Good morning, chief. As you certainly know, I have been staying with this girl's tribe" – she put a hand around Tonga's waist. "I am worried about their future, so I have talked to their leader and got her permission to send some Amazons abroad to see the wide world. They need travel permits, though, and this is why I am here."

The fat man examined the girl in front of him from head to toe. It was the first time that he saw an Amazon, and he clearly liked the sight, especially the upright, round breasts and the rich lips. 

"Hum. How many do you need?"

"Twelve, sir." Eva followed the man's eyes as they wandered along Tonga's body. 

"That will cost you something, Miss Alpers."

"I know, sir, and am prepared to make a contribution to the welfare fund of the police officers."

The man grinned.

"This will be welcome, but perhaps it can be supplemented by something else."

He rose from his chair and walked to Tonga. His hand moved swiftly over her shoulders and back; the skin on the toned muscles had a soft touch, her hips were generous, and those breasts promised lots of pleasure to his avid mouth. Tonga was intimidated by the fat man's manners, but the photographer made a sign with her eyes meaning that she should stay still. The chief turned to the white woman:

"I thought that they were savages, Miss Alpers."

"Oh, not at all! On the contrary, they are very docile when handled with tact. Tonga here, for instance..." She patted the Amazon's head. "Whom do you belong to, Tonga?"

"To you, Miss."

The chief grinned. 

"Miss Alpers, has this girl already been examined? We have heard that there is an epidemics of smallpox in the area surrounding their valley." 

He sat back in his chair, scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to Eva. The photographer glanced at what was written: "12 permits = the girl."

Eva breathed deeply and frowned. "So, that is what the bastard wants", she thought. "Probably will have her laid as soon as I get out of this room. However, I need those permits; so much the worse for Tonga... I'll have to get another cook in my next trip to the village, that is all." She lifted her eyes:

"The girl is in very good health, sir, as everyone in her tribe. But of course, if it is necessary, she can be examined". 

She turned to the Amazon: 

"Tonga, it seems that you will stay in the town for a little longer than we expected."

The girl's eyes opened wide. She looked afraid, but Eva went on:

"You may have to do some work for the chief to pay for your examination. I want you to be obedient and do what you are told."

"But Miss –"

"No but, dear, or you necklace goes away." Eva's tone was stern. 

Tonga lowered her eyes. She had worked hard to earn her bulawa, and was not prepared to lose it.

"Yes, Miss."

The fat officer's eyes sparkled. The gods were well disposed towards him: that girl would warm his nights, take care of his children... And she had cost nothing, really anything! Really, that commission was very profitable...

"Do we have a deal, then?"

"Yes, sir, we do", said the photographer.

The police chief took some yellow forms from a drawer and handed them to Eva.

"Tell Katunda to fill these out. They are good for a round trip abroad."

Eva took the papers and studded them into her bag. The interview was over; she patted the Amazon's butt and rose up.

"Tonga, I may take some days to come back. Don't bring shame to your tribe: I will have a detailed report about you, and I want to hear praises, not blames. You will serve the chief well, won't you?"

The Amazon stared at the white woman. Her words came back to her mind: "to belong means that you do what I tell you, even if you don't want to." It was that, or her hardly won bulawa would go. She sighed:

"Tonga will, Miss."

Eva shook the police chief's hand and walked to the door office. Katunda was waiting for her outside. 

"Where is Tonga, Miss?" she asked as Eva came out from the office alone.

"You said that he could want something in exchange for the permits. Well, he has – her." She spoke in a controlled voice; she had not counted on losing Tonga, but after all it was not too high a price for the permits.

Katunda felt shocked: how could Eva agree to that? But she knew her boss' corrupt ways. That girl would never come back to her village... unless... but no, there was nothing to be done. Katunda quivered: if she had not worked hard and been lucky, her fate would have been the same – toil away at the hands of some high-placed person, white or black. That was how things were. She sighed and paid attention to what Eva was saying: 

"Fill these out. Put in them any name you want, this is just a formality. And meet me at the hotel when you finish here; I have another business to attend to."

Eva brushed he girl's cheek, went out into the street and hailed a cab.

"To the Aden Embassy", she said, showing the address to the driver.

***

As the photographer arrived there, she was greeted by a clerk and showed into an office decorated with good taste. The money from the oil was well employed, she thought. And in a few days, one hundred and sixty thousand dollars from that money would be in her account...

The small camera disguised among the elaborate arabesques of the ceiling caught her sharp eye. "A bit paranoiac, these Aden people, aren't they? Filming what happens in their Embassy." She brushed away that thought and bent to examine a finely carved statuette on the mahogany table.

In the next room, an Arab man with a kefiyeh around his head was watching her slim body with the eyes of a connoisseur. The Arab nodded approvingly as Eva exposed unwittingly her well-shaped butt. "The Princess will like this one", he thought. "And I will get a nice commission." He pressed some touches on a telephone and waited until someone answered on the other side. 

"Tell the Princess to have a look at the attachment in the e-mail I will send her in half an hour." He hung up and went to the adjoining room.

"Miss Alpers? I am Ahmed ibn Kaphir, the Princess' representative in this country. It is a pleasure to meet you. Will you have some tea?"

"Yes, please. It is my pleasure", Eva said, sitting in one of the comfortable armchairs that overlooked a small garden.

Ibn Kaphir took a seat in front of the photographer and ringed a bell. A sleek girl, dressed in a yellow tunic that went very well with her black skin, entered and bowed to the Arab. The Arab whispered something, and two minutes later she came with a jar and two small glasses, poured the tea, bowed again and disappeared. 

Eva sipped the strong, mint-flavored beverage.

"I suppose you know why I am here?"

Ibn Kaphir nodded.

"The Princess instructed me to organize the trip. I understand that the girls you are sending her were warriors; do they need to be restrained?"

Eva smiled as she noticed that the Arab had employed the past tense to refer to the Amazons' status.

"They are from a very primitive tribe, you know. But they are coming of their free will; they think that after a few months they will go back to their village and teach others what they have learned abroad. So I think that everything will go smoothly."

Ibn Kaphir grinned. If the Princess accepted his offer, how would she handle that woman? The photographer was undoubtedly attractive, but would she bend to the Princess' wishes?

"Very clever, Miss Alpers, very clever. What made you think that they would make good slaves?" 

"I saw at once their potential – I mean the entire tribe, not only the girls I finally selected. However primitive, they are intelligent, learn fast, and take pride in serving well. You have just to use some psychology. Be tactful, but firm, and in no time they become very obedient." 

Eva pictured in her mind Samba licking her before she was allowed to go after the leopard, how the twins had carried her around, and Taranga offering her full breast to her avid mouth. She felt moisture in her pussy, but pursued:

"And it would be difficult to find finer Nubians in all of Africa. Their way of life makes them athletic, yet they are very feminine, if you see what I mean. I have selected a dozen of the best, and you may be sure that they are worth every cent of the price I am asking for them."

"Of course they are. In Aden we have slaves from many African tribes, and judging from the photographs you have sent the Princess, the quality of this lot leaves nothing to desire. And as you say that they are docile, this makes things even easier. Are they ready to be shipped, then?"

Even having given free rein during the last few days to her fantasy of being mistress to pretty and obedient black girls, Eva felt a little uncomfortable with the way Ibn Kaphir spoke of "shipping" human beings as if they were pure bred horses. But now it was too late to have scruples about the deal.

"Yes, they are ready. How will it be done?"

"We will send a truck tomorrow and fetch them. As it is you whom they respect and obey, it is advisable that you accompany the driver. They will be taken directly to the airport and put into the Princess' private jet." He made a pause. "And the Princess has invited you, Miss Alpers, to fly to Aden with the lot. She is very pleased with your efforts, and wants to thank you personally."

Eva stared at him.

"Thank you, sir, but I don't think I can accept the invitation right now."

The Arab grinned.

"Madam, the Princess will not accept a refusal. She wants very much to meet you."

Eva thought for a moment. On the one hand, that was an unexpected complication: she wanted to go home as soon as possible, see about Katunda's scholarship, and work on the hundreds of photographs she had taken. On the other hand, that could wait; until the sum to which she felt entitled was deposited on her account, it was not wise to upset Her Highness.

"Then I will go", she said. "Her Highness' wishes are commands for me."

"The ways of Allah sometimes surprise us", the Arab said enigmatically, an evil grin on his face. "Please be ready tomorrow at seven, you will be picked up at your hotel. Salam Aleikum!"

He rose up, joined his hands under his chin, and bowed ceremoniously. Eva did the same and walked out; once in the street, she hailed a cab and went to her hotel.

Ibn Kaphir turned on his computer. The camera that had filmed Eva was connected to the machine. He worked for a while on the images, studying the different angles and choosing the best ones, then attached them to an e-mail:

"May Allah be with you, noble Princess! Please find enclosed some photos of a very beautiful infidel woman. I dare think that she could join the host of your slaves: nice body, pretty face, hands that seem capable of taking care of Your Highness' needs. If Your Highness finds her worthy of that honour, I can send her with the girls from the warrior tribe. And may Allah grant you a long and happy life!

Your humble servant, Ahmed ibn Kaphir."

***

As Eva pushed the revolving doors, she saw Katunda standing by the reception desk. 

"Hello, dear, have you filled out the forms?"

"Yes, Miss, they are here." Katunda was in no mood to argue, so she addressed the photographer as she wished to be called.

"Very well. I will go tomorrow to the village to bring the Amazons, and will escort them to the airport." She paused for a moment: her next few days would be spent at Aden, far away from that lovely young body. Why not enjoy it when she still could?

Eva looked directly into the girl's eyes. Katunda felt a shiver going down her spine: the white woman's gaze betrayed so clearly what was in her mind that it was impossible to misunderstand it. She breathed deeply – her future as a nurse was at stake, and, after all, the photographer had made her discover the pleasures of making love to women.

She smiled to Eva. 

"May I go up with you, Miss?"

The white woman's eyes flashed. "Hooked", she thought. "She will end up accepting to serve me for real." She kissed Katunda's lips and whispered:

"Yes, dear, you may."

As they entered the room, Eva removed the girl's clothes and took her to the queen-size bed; her tongue slithered down the firm leg and calf to that perfect foot – in an impulse, she took it and rubbed the sole against her pussy until it was drenched. She knelt on the bed and inserted the big toe into her cunt, bouncing on it like it were a small cock, feeling it brush her walls and clit. When she was quite aroused, she took it out and lapped her own juices from it. Katunda's had never thought that her toe could go into another pussy, but she was liking the sensation; she put her other foot on the white woman's breast, twisting gently the nipple between her toes and enjoying that eager tongue on her heel and arch. 

Eva approached her crotch to the footpad and began to grind herself on it. She bent over Katunda and nibbled her nipples, then she changed position and looked for the girl's grotto, parting the black lips and revealing the red inside the rich folds. Katunda had spread her legs and put them over Eva's shoulders; she moaned loud, letting the photographer do what she wanted – it was so good! Nothing could not compare to that velvet tongue moving swiftly up and down her cunt, making her feel every inch of it as she writhed wildly on the bed.

Eva ate voraciously that delicious pussy, pulling the labia into her mouth and working her clit with the tip of the tongue. Katunda's musk was even more tasty than in that sunny afternoon by the lake. The photographer was on the brink of an orgasm; she rode again the girl's toe and pulled it into her cavity, moving up and down, her eyes closed. There was no need for words; she kept sucking the Nubian's pussy until they reached climax practically at the same time.

They stayed for a while there, side by side, until Eva said:

"You cannot know how much pleasure you give me, Katunda! I love your body, your scent, your skin... And I want more! Turn around."

Katunda obeyed. That woman had a magnetic power, she thought, as she felt the soft, soaked pussy on her ass cheek. Eva was holding by the shoulders, rubbing frantically on that silky dark skin; her tongue sought the girl's neck – the taste was a bit salty from her sweat. She lifted her hair and licked vigorously on the line where the hair began; the wired curls stung a bit on her tongue, but she paid no attention to that. She slid a finger into the Nubian's back hole and grinned as the girl tried to close her legs.

"Quiet, Katunda! Let your Miss have her pleasure. Lift your ass a bit, yes, like this..."

Katunda arched up. Somehow, she didn't feel offended by the words Eva had used – "your Miss." She could be a bit kinky, but she was a splendid lover - why not do as she asked? She put her mouth on Eva's palm and began to kiss it; then she pulled the white woman's other hand to her breast and cupped it into the hollow. Eva caressed the hard nipple - the girl's tongue on her palm felt so good – she sensed her thighs shaking and pressed them against the sides of Katunda's buttocks – how fantastic it was to feel her submitting! She had not told her to lick her palm, it was her idea. Eva's body bounced in the agony of the moments preceding release; in a powerful impulse, she ground her pussy a little more on that firm ass – and then spasms took her over, in a huge, welcome orgasm.