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Subject: {ASSM} W'HEENA AND THE LIONESS  {hunting, masturbation, lion, snuff}
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Date: Mon, 24 Jan 2005 16:10:03 -0500
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W'HEENA AND THE LIONESS by Jorgen

Close to twenty years ago, a little baby girl was born
in a little village on the African savannah. Being the
oldest child, two years older than her biggest
brother, W'Heena was the first one of the children
learning how to hunt. At the age of nine, she had made
her first "real" kill. She had pulled her own arrow
out of the lifeless little buck before her proud
father's eyes. Dizzy by excitement and triumph, she
had danced the hunting dance around the carcass. 
  When they returned with the catch to the village,
everybody congratulated and hugged her. They said she
had become a bona fide hunter already, at her tender
age. It was as if she had aged three or four years in
the blink of an eye. And she hadn't reached there by
accident. Everyday she was seen on the outskirts of
the village, practising with her small bow. She was
the only one of the kids who could hit a flying bird,
something she actually did on at least every second
try. The adults had never seen such a skilled kid
before. 
  At the age of ten, she was finally allowed to join a
group of teenage girls and young women who hunted for
bigger prey further away on the savannah. Despite the
fact that they lived in lion territory, they were
never attacked by the huge predators. They had both
lived here side by side, humans and felines, for so
long they were accustomed to each other. And there
were mostly plentiful of prey for them both. The human
hunters knew when to pull out of a hazardous
situation. Sometimes that meant they had to leave a
killed animal to the lions, for their own safety. They
could all tell a hungry or unreliable predator when
they saw one. 
  On one of their hunting trips, they stumbled upon a
little female lion cub. On closer inspection they
noticed it had hurt its right front paw, and was
barely able to do anything a lion was supposed to do.
That's why it had been left behind by its pride. 
  W'Heena listened to her older friends as they
quickly discussed the matter. They soon agreed that
the most merciful thing to do was killing it right
there. When the leader of the group, raised her spear
to pierce the little cub, W'Heena got between the two
and protected it with her body. 
-I shall look after it until it is fit enough to hunt
by itself, she declared. 
Some of the other girls laughed at this ludicrous
statement. One of them, a cocky young woman with huge
breasts and an unsound appetite for young men,
mockingly asked the little girl:
-And how on earth are little W'Heena going to take
care of a lion?
That caused most of the other girls to snigger as
well. 
-It is only a matter of days or weeks. Then she will
be able to find food by herself. 
-You're only a little baby yourself. You're not even
old enough to play with yourself, let alone tending to
some predatory animal's needs. The woman scornfully
bent over and rubbed her giant breasts against
W'Heena's flat, undeveloped chest. But the girl stood
her ground:
-That is the way it is going to be!
-Because... 
-Because I say so! W'Heena picked the cub up carefully
and walked away from the group. The others stood there
speechless, wondering how to react to this stubborn
little girl and the liberties she took. 
  When W'Heena stood there, with the ten pound heavy
lioness in her arms, she felt a strong compassion and
tenderness for the helpless little cub. The soft
yellowish fur against her own black skin looked so
beautiful. She decided to name her Zimba. 

The days turned into weeks. The determined young girl
hunted small prey, like incautious antelope kids,
little stray bucks and various rodents. When it was
possible, she brought them home alive, to give her pet
the necessary killing practice. The injured paw slowly
got better. About three weeks after she had been
found, the female cub joined her benefactor in the
hunts. It took a while for her to develop into an
independent predator. In the beginning, she just
waited for the girl to strike something down for her,
so that she could jump the more or less defenceless
prey and kill it without too much effort. But she soon
got the hang of it. And she slowly grew bigger.
  One morning just before the monsoon, they lay hidden
in the long grass, waiting for one of the zebra's to
move closer. The wind was in their faces. W'Heena
stroke Zimba's soft fur, as she always did, and
listened to the quiet, affectionate purring. She kept
the arrow resting on the bow-string. The warm breeze
against her almost naked body soothed her nerves. It
was so damn hot today. And today would be an important
day for the both of them. W'Heena hoped that she
wouldn't need to use her bow at all. She hoped that
her lioness would finally take the leap and turn into
a real huntress. It was about time. 
  When one of the smaller zebra kids came strolling in
their direction, W'Heena felt the lion's body stiffen.
As the little male zebra came closer, the lion
prepared for the attack. W'Heena removed herself from
the cat and waited for the magic moment. 
  When the ignorant kid was no more than twenty steps
away, the lioness charged at him. He cried out in
terror when he saw the resolute lioness and tried to
run away, but she was all over him in a couple of
seconds. The bevy of zebras ran away in panic. 
  W'Heena watched in awe as her cruel pet closed its
jaws around the little male's neck and wrestled him
down. The zebra shrieked in agony for a long time and
fought to break free of the deadly embrace. The
lioness found its exposed throat and sank her sharp
teeth into it. 
  W'Heena stood there motionless and admired the cat's
first clean kill. Then, after the little zebra had
stopped kicking around, the lioness did something
peculiar. She went for the stricken animal's groin.
W'Heena got closer to watch what the cat was doing.
She discovered it was gnawing at his small testicles.
The penis had already been torn clean off and
consumed. 
  W'Heena felt an unfamiliar pulsating sensation in
her belly as she stood there watching her lioness eat
the harmless little zebra's sexual organ. 

The weeks and months passed by. The lioness grew up
and found her own pride. W'Heena returned to her
normal life, saddened to see her loving pet leave, but
accepting it as she accepted other natural
developments. 
  Her own body started blossoming a few years later.
Her breasts grew ripe and big and her ass matured
nicely. The boys looked at her in a different way than
before, and the women treated her more respectfully
than they had when she was still a child. She soon
discovered her own body's secret spots, and learned
how to please herself. Masturbation became a nice
pastime during the long waiting hours when she was out
hunting with the other girls. They all did it quite
unblushing. It was as natural as eating and drinking
to most of them. 
  Then one day, when she and two other girls followed
the blood-trail of a wounded buck, they heard a loud
roar nearby. They instinctively ran for cover. A
minute or so later, when they heard the familiar sound
of a lioness feeding on a stricken prey, no more than
fifteen or twenty steps away, W'Heena sneaked closer
to have a look. 
  In the sun-bathing glade, there was a fully-grown
lioness munching on the badly wounded buck's
testicles. She lay upon him, as if they were making
love to each other with their mouths. Her crotch
pressed his head to the ground, choking him slowly.
There were a couple of severe bite and scratch marks
on his body, but none of them seemed lethal. W'Heena
knew the lioness was playing with her prey. 
  The teenage girl's nipples grew stiff. The only
thing covering her well-built body was a loincloth
made out of leather. She brushed it aside, sat down
and started stroking her moistening pussy while
watching the cat having its way with the buck. She
hoped the other girls wouldn't come barging in and
disturb them. 
  After rubbing her slick and swollen cunt for several
minutes, W'Heena had a series of unusually strong
orgasms during the helpless buck's mortal struggle. 
  Then, when the lioness began feasting on the fresh
meat, W'Heena noticed that odd, funny-looking spot
below her left eye. She approached the giant cat. She
had to make sure... 
  As soon as their eyes met W'Heena knew that it was
Zimba tearing chunks of steaming red meat from the
carcass. The feline didn't appear to be very
sentimental about meeting the girl again, or maybe she
couldn't recognise her... But after the cat was
finished feeding, she shyly drew nearer W'Heena. They
met and the lioness carefully stroke her body against
the sitting black girls shoulder. 

The safari business was booming. Wealthy Europeans,
Americans and Asians came to the savannah with their
hard currency, either to hunt or to watch and film the
African wildlife. W'Heena cursed the jeeps packed full
of pale-skinned people disturbing the peace of her
homeland. They pointed their strange, shining boxes at
her. She knew that it was called cameras, and that
they somehow made lifelike miniature paintings with
them. She couldn't for her life figure out how it was
done, and she really wasn't that impressed by it. She
had the real life right here, all around her, everyday
of the year. 
  One day when she was skinning an antelope outside
the village, one of the pale-faced men observed her
closely. They had stopped for a meal and an hours rest
at her village. She felt slightly embarrassed by him
staring at her bouncing breasts as she did her job on
the antelope. When she bent over to clean her feet
afterwards, she noticed him gazing at her full, almost
uncovered ass, like only an insane black man would do.
He didn't even look away when she returned his stare.
For a split second, she contemplated beating him up
real good. 

Hans Müller, a successful Austrian businessman in his
late forties, was in Africa for the first time in his
life. He had come partly because of the safari, but
also because he had always loved black women, or more
accurately; their physical assets. Most of all he
loved untamed women, living in remote areas, far from
civilisation. Like this one, whose ass he was
eye-fucking right now. What a lovely pair of
butt-cheeks. So full, so mature, yet firm and
appetising... 
  He had never seen a woman skinning a carcass before.
He wondered if she had killed it herself. He tried to
picture some of the Austrian women he knew work on a
dead animal like that, but failed. He wouldn't mind if
she worked him over, without the knife of course. And
he wouldn't mind kneeling behind her and kissing her
gorgeous black ass. 
-Sir! We shall leave now, the safari guide informed
him. Hans left his perfect jungle princess
reluctantly. But he would be back. 

W'Heena roasted the meat for her family and then went
to visit her best friend, Poonah. They laughed at the
drooling white man that had been around the whole
village, staring at the women's almost naked bodies as
they tended to their own business. Then Poonah hushed
her up and reached for something she had kept hidden.
W'Heena frowned when her friend handed her a peace of
glossy paper. There was a picture of a voluptuous
black woman on the cover. She was completely naked,
spreading her thick legs wide open and fondling her
pussy. W'Heena turned the page and found more pictures
on the same theme. The same black woman, sometimes
alone, sometimes together with a pale-skinned man. It
was obvious that she was the dominant one, as the man
only seemed to be there for her pleasure. He was
sucking on her breasts, licking her sex and even
kissing her feet. On a few other pictures, the woman
was sitting on his face, smiling into the camera. 
-Where did you get this piece of dirt, W'Heena asked
angrily.
-I found it in his bag, Poonah answered.
-In whose bag?
-The one staring at us. The ugly one. 
-You mean... you stole it? 
-I didn't steal it. I shall return it before they get
back tonight.
-And what if he catches you?
-He won't. 
-How do you know?
-I just know. Now... look at this one. She pointed her
finger at the last picture, where the white man was
sucking on the woman's toes. W'Heena grabbed the
magazine and returned to the pages where she had him
lick her wet pussy. She had never heard of such sexual
practices among humans before. She knew that animals
did it, but men... From the look of the woman's face,
she was enjoying herself. W'Heena's hands trembled
slightly when she returned the magazine to her friend.
She pretended to be disgusted, but her body felt all
shook up. She sneered and uttered with a
strange-sounding voice:
-What a pig! Where did he get that paper?
-You can buy them in the city, Poonah replied.
-I think it's sick!
-Is that why your nipples are growing?
-Shut up! 
-And, oh... I smell freshly caught fish, too.
-Shut your mouth! 

When Hans and the rest of the party returned that
night, the magazine was back in his bag. He never
noticed someone had been searching through his stuff.
He fell asleep and dreamed of that particular black
beauty he had seen skinning the antelope earlier that
day. 

W'Heena got up before dawn. She passed the large hut
where the rich westerners were sleeping without making
any noise. At the outskirts of the village she
performed her morning ritual and washed herself
afterwards. 
  When she reached her favourite hideout more than
thirty minutes later, she was absolutely certain that
someone was following her from a distance. When she
passed a giant tree, she hid among its mighty branches
in the shade and saw that it was that staring idiot
from yesterday who clumsily followed her. She decided
to play with him. 

When Hans reached the group of trees where he had last
seen the sexy huntress with her bow and quiver, she
seemed to have disappeared into thin air. He looked
around and clumped about for at least a quarter of an
hour without finding her, not knowing that he might be
attracting attention from man-eating predators. All he
wanted was to be alone with this lovely young girl,
and maybe get a chance to "taste" her wonderful black
body. He had plenty of money, if that was what she
wanted. He had never been the stingy type. 

W'Heena snuck up behind him without making a sound.
She beat him unconscious with a swift blow to the back
of the head with her elbow, and then tied his hands
behind the back. She watched his limp body
triumphantly and put her left foot right in his face.
His soft lips and nose felt delicate against the
leathery sole of her naked foot. 
  She remembered those filthy pictures he kept in his
bag. That strange tickling feeling in her groin
returned when she thought about the black woman
sitting on the white man's face. There was nobody
around. She could have her way with him, and he
wouldn't be able to resist her. 
  W'Heena loosened the knot below her navel and let
her loincloth fall to the ground. The man was
beginning to regain his consciousness. She squatted
over his face and tried to figure out the most
comfortable position.
  Hans woke up to see a perfectly rounded black ass
lower itself onto his face. Her spread butt-cheeks
embedded his nose and mouth, leaving him no source of
air to breathe. She sat down heavily and grabbed his
hair with her right hand, to prevent him from turning
his head. The pain of her full body weight resting on
his head caused muffled groans of despair from
underneath her soft and fleshy ass. 
  She felt his trembling lips rubbing against her
watery cunt lips, and the tip of his nose half-way
inside her tight anus. She remembered Zimba sitting on
her stricken prey in the same position, only W'Heena
wasn't going to eat his male pride. But she sure
enjoyed controlling his breathing, just like the
lioness did as she choked her prey to death. W'Heena
let him breathe every now and then, just enough to
keep him alive, and aroused her most primitive lusts
by fucking his helpless face. He wasn't doing anything
to please her, other than moaning and whimpering, so
she raised herself off his face and stuck her tongue
out and motioned him to lick her. Then she sat down
again. She controlled him so easily, by digging her
thumbs into his weak and frail thighs and pinning them
to the ground. 
  He began licking her swollen cunt with a skill that
surprised her. She hadn't expected anything but a
useless effort from him, but this made her feel more
excited by the second. A good thing she didn't have to
watch his ugly face as she enjoyed his tongue. And his
nose up her asshole certainly added to her pleasure.
She couldn't help but noticing the bulge in his pants.
Not that she was the slightest bit surprised, but she
still felt angry that he enjoyed being humiliated and
forced to sniff her asshole. What kind of a man was
he? 
  W'Heena unbuckled his pants and slid them and his
shorts down to his knees. She had never touched a
penis before, and though she felt nauseated by his
mere presence, she reached out and squeezed his erect
member. It felt so soft, and at the same time hard and
throbbing. And maybe he would do an even better job
with his tongue if she rewarded him for his fine work.
She did what she had seen women of her tribe do to
their men when they themselves had their period and
was indisposed for love-making, and tightened her fist
around his thick shaft. She began moving her hand up
and down his stiff penis rhythmically, just as he took
her thick cunt lips into his mouth and began sucking
on them, like some little animal or baby sucking their
mother's milk-filled breast. That felt even better
than the rapid tongue-teasing around her clit. She
knew he had a mouthful, not only by her horny flesh,
but also her freely flowing juices pumping into his
hungry gap. 
  Then W'Heena heard something moving in the bushes.
She cursed herself. She had left her knife and bow
hidden in a hollow tree far from there when she snuck
up on her follower. Whatever it was lurking in the
bushes, it came closer. W'Heena slowly raised her
body.
  Hans was on the edge when she suddenly pulled her
wonderful ass away from his face, and her steadily
jerking hand away from his cock. He stared at her
slightly wobbling ass and the rivers of her tasty
nectar running down her legs when she removed herself
from him. 

Zimba slowly approached the odd couple. She stopped
when W'Heena urged her to. She still recognised the
pretty girl and gingerly lay down at her feet. The
lioness soon fixed her eyes upon the tied-up man
before her, remembering how the girl had used to bring
her smaller prey to practise on when she had been
wounded in the paw. 
  W'Heena looked down between her legs and watched the
man's horrified expression. He was in shock. She
suddenly knew what had to happen. Even if she tried to
save the man's life, there was not much a little girl
could do to steal the food away from a huge feline
killer. And why should she even try? He was a
despicable coward, a middle-aged man from a wealthy
nation coming here with his money, staring at poor
native girls' bodies, as if he could treat them any
way he pleased. 
  The knowledge excited her. She observed the mighty
lioness, eagerly waiting for the signal. W'Heena again
watched the terrified face staring at the lioness,
with his mouth wide open. She felt a strong desire to
humiliate him again before she handed him over to
Zimba, and squatted down over his face. 
  He didn't even react when she started pissing on
him. Her golden liquid filled his gaping mouth. The
only thing he did was swallowing a few times. Other
than that, he remained dead still. 
  W'Heena slowly walked away from the doomed man and
seated her nice and full ass-cheeks on a fallen tree
about ten steps away from the scene. She clapped her
hands and began stroking and squeezing her achingly
stiff nipples. 
  Zimba heard the signal and began circling the fear-
and piss-reeking prey. She suddenly roared and flashed
her huge teeth for him. He was totally paralysed at
first. It wasn't until the hungry lioness scratched
him in the leg that he tried to do something about the
situation. He rolled around and managed to get up. He
made it about halfway to the bushes. Zimba was all
over him in no time and sank her teeth into his neck,
threw him to the ground and lay down upon him with her
sex to his face. 
  W'Heena had a good view from her seat. The lion's
ass and her prey's face were turned in her direction.
She satisfied her yearning young body while the
lioness pleased herself with the desperately
struggling man. W'Heena realised that the lioness
enjoyed rubbing herself against the man's face as much
as she herself had done. She knew what she had the
honour to behold was a sexual game to the big cat, not
only a slow kill. She could easily snuff his life in
just a few seconds if she only wanted to feed, but
W'Heena hadn't seen more than one bite, and that was
when he had tried to run away from her. 
  The girl massaged her left breast with one hand and
caressed her sopping wet pussy with the other, hoping
the show was gonna last for a long, long time. The cat
rubbed its lower abdomen rhythmically and really fast
against the slowly choking man's face. 
  W'Heena treated herself with some wonderful orgasms.
Her pussy felt sore from all the violent masturbation
lately, but that didn't stop her from keeping up the
pace. 
  When Zimba finally started tearing huge chunks of
meat from his degraded body, W'Heena attacked her own
stiff clitoris with practised skill and let that final
wave of ecstasy sweep through her trembling body. She
orgasmed at the sight of his painful death, and felt
no remorse about it. 
  
W'Heena informed the others that she had stumbled
across the carcass of a human being, white and most
likely male. She said that he must have been killed by
lions. The safari guides knew instantly that it had to
be Hans Müller, who had disappeared a few hours
earlier. 

END.

Comments, fantasies, requests and demands appreciated.


Yours,
Jorgen

joergen63@yahoo.com

 



		
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