Perverts 'R' Us
Millenia Before Columbus - Part 1
By Old Boy ( M/g, oral, cons )
Any resemblance between this story's fictional characters and real people or events is entirely coincidental.
Prologue:
This is a fictional account of an early American settlement by Stone Age peoples from Europe. It is loosely based on the Solutrean Hypothesis. Pre-Clovis tools have been found at various sites in eastern North America that bear a remarkable resemblance to the advanced Solutrean tools found in northwestern Europe.
This culture disappeared from Europe about 17,000 years ago, replaced by the Magdalenian culture. It is speculated that the Magdalenians invaded from Eastern Europe and drove out the Solutreans. Some may have escaped to North America. Mitochondrial DNA also strongly suggests that some early Native Americans had European ancestors.
There is also evidence in later tools that have been found that demonstrate a combining of Solutrean and Clovis tool-making techniques, suggesting a merger of these cultures and peoples. The Clovis culture was early peoples from Siberia. They came in much greater numbers across the land bridge that once existed across the Bering Straits, following the retreat of the glaciers.
Consequently Native Americans are mainly descended from Asian ancestors, but there were evidently some ancient Europeans, too. The full story will likely never be known as we have only some Stone Age tools and bones, all that remains of these early Americans.
The People:
Cort awoke from his sleep. The first few glimmers of light were showing on the eastern horizon. He got up and tended the fire outside of his hut, carefully placing a few logs on the glowing embers from the previous evening. He moved off a ways from the small settlement and relieved himself. He checked the nets that had been set in the stream and was pleased to see that there were several large fish. They would eat well this morning.
Bizy emerged from the hut. The young woman saw that Cort was bringing several good sized fish up from the creek. She smiled, pleased to see his catch. She took the fish from him and gave him a fond pressing of her lips against his. He patted her bottom through her deerskin garment. He had a good wife in Bizy.
Bizy then used her cherished fine, thin stone blade to scale the fish and fillet them. She set them in a clay pot with water from the stream and set it to cook on a tripod over the fire. Other men and women were also arising and tending to their morning business about the camp. A few other cooking fires were in use by other women preparing their breakfast.
Children were up and busy doing their usual morning chores. The camp dogs were also about, patrolling the camp. The dogs were not far removed from their wolf ancestors. They could be depended upon to sound the alarm if any bears or large cats approached the camp, and to fight off any persistent invaders.
The dogs also accompanied the hunters and were useful in finding and tracking game. In return they were fed and sometimes were petted too, forming a bond with their human masters. However the people watched the dogs closely around young children, lest the wolf-dogs became too rough in their play or even saw the children as a potential meal.
Occasionally a dog might revert to its instinctive wild ways, and then the people would have to kill it. Still the wolf-dogs were gradually becoming more domesticated and reliable. A few of the older children had risen up dogs from puppies and they had an especially close bond with their dogs.
Sesi helped her mother Bizy with the breakfast preparation. Sesi had lived through seven winters now. She was a pretty girl with the most unusual blonde hair. Blondes were very rare even in northern Europe in those ancient days, a genetic mutation that had yet to spread widely. There were no other blondes in their village although Sesi had been told that her late grandmother was also a blonde.
The young girl took some corn flour from a storage jar and mixed it with water and a bird egg. Then she spread some of the mixture over a smooth hot stone at the edge of the fire and baked it. She repeated this several times until she had used up the mixture.
The tortillas would be especially tasty this morning. They did not always have a fresh bird egg to use in the mixture and then the result would be less pleasing. Sesi's little brother Cady was up and trying to play with one of the dogs. Sesi called him away. She did not think that particular dog could be trusted not to harm her little brother.
Old Rapt the story teller came over to them to share the meal with them. The old man was beyond the years when he could hunt and fish well, slowed down now with pains in his joints. His white hair gave him a special status in their tribe. Few of them lived long enough to achieve such white hair. He had also been the tribal chief until old age caused him to step down from that role in favor of one of his sons, Grun, a mighty hunter.
Cort felt especially honored to have old Rapt eat with them. Rapt happened to be his grandfather but more than that, he knew all the stories of the old ones who had come before them. In the evenings when all the chores were done the people loved to sit around a large campfire while Rapt shared his stories with them.
Some people did no more than that, taking the stories as entertainment. But Cort saw it as their history, to be preserved and passed down to those who would come after them. Grun had never shown much interest in his father's stories. Rapt was pleased to see Cort's interest and he would recite the stories over and over until Cort was able to faithfully repeat them.
Rapt had done the same when he was a young man. So it was that the stories of their beginnings in this new land had been preserved for many generations. Another old man, Tark, was able to recite the names of most of the generations of people who had descended from the early ones, those who had braved the dangers of the great sea and ice barrier in small boats to make their way here from the old land.
He too had an apprentice studying to learn the names and succeed him. Tark was concerned though that his apprentice would sometimes forget some of the many names. He realized that he too may have forgotten some of the names he had once known. It was a daunting task, but important to remember the names so the people's spirits would continue to live. That became more difficult as the list of names continued to grow.
Rapt complimented Bizy on the fish fillets cooked just right, and he complimented Sesi on her fine tortillas. The old man took special interest in the pretty little girl. Rapt told them all the story of the corn god who had guided the early ones to the stalks of wild corn with their ears of grain. It was a grain unknown to them in the old land they came from.
The people were guided by the corn god to save some of the grain through the winter and then plant it in cleared fields in the springtime. The corn god blessed their efforts with a great harvest of corn the following autumn and after that the people rarely went hungry. It was a familiar story to his small audience, but they loved to hear Rapt tell it.
After breakfast and the story of the corn got everybody got busy with the many chores that were necessary to maintain their community. Sesi and Bizy wove twine out of wild grasses and Cort wove the cord into new fish nets. Fish was an important food source to their people. Other men were skilled in fashioning spears to hunt larger game.
Tark was skilled at pressure flaking, a way of making stone tools that was superior to flint knapping. He was able to make fine spear tips and hooks using this method that had been handed down from the early ones. Thousands of years later such tools would reveal their Solutrean roots to curious anthropologists. Tark was justly proud of his skill and he was teaching it to an apprentice, just as it had been handed down to him.
Later that morning Sesi and another girl, Pusi, went bathing together in their stream. Pusi was two winters older than Sesi and she was beginning to get cute bumps on her chest, the beginning of her breasts. Sesi caught sight of a boy spying on them from behind some bushes.
She whispered to Pusi telling her about the boy. The girls giggled together but they pretended not to see him. Sesi knew it was young Doni who was a few winters older than she was. There were other girls in camp like Pusi who were beginning to grow breasts and most of the older boys were interested in them.
Sesi knew that Doni really liked her though. She figured that maybe it was because of her rare blonde hair. Still she was flattered, knowing that Doni was spying on her rather than Pusi while the girls were bathing. She could feel his eyes on her, caressing her body.
She rewarded him by stepping out of the stream and facing him with her legs spread to show off her girl parts to the boy. She wiped the excess water from her body, stretched herself, and then walked slowly past the bush where Doni was hiding. Pusi followed along behind her but somehow Sesi knew the boy was looking at her more than at Pusi.
The girls got their deerskin garments and put them on. Then they walked back to their small village without letting on that they had seen Doni. Sesi figured that when the god of fertility blessed her with her blood flow in a few years Doni would be waiting to claim her as his bride.
Sesi smiled at the thought of being joined with a boy who liked her so much. Still her father Cort would expect a high dowry for his blonde daughter, and Sesi did not know if Doni would be able to pay the dowry for her or not. She might have to get her mother Bizy to intervene with her father if the dowry was set too high.
Rapt saw the girls return to the village after bathing in the stream. He beckoned to Sesi to come into his hut with him and visit for awhile. She smiled and joined the old man. His wife had died the previous winter and he was often lonely now. Sesi considered it an honor to serve the revered elder who was also her great grandfather.
"You know child I have had my eye on you for some time," he said offering her some fruit. She took a small piece of it.
"Yes grandfather I know. I am flattered that you would look upon this girl with favor." As she said this Sesi sat on the ground before him and spread her legs open, her dress hiking up her thighs and showing him her bare, hairless pussy. Somehow she just knew that he wanted to see her girl parts. Sure enough, his eyes went straight to that part of her body and he smiled at her.
Sesi thought it was amazing that males from young boys like Doni to old men like Rapt could be so interested in what girls had between their legs. She had talked to her mother about this once and Bizy had smiled. She told her daughter that it was a secret that girls could use to get their men to do nice things for them. They should never be too obvious about how they did that though, because the men thought they were the ones in charge.
Rapt said, "You are very pretty Sesi, with your blonde hair and your pretty little cunt. It makes my old cock hard just looking at you." It was an unspoken but implied invitation to the girl to do something about it. Rapt could not be more direct about his desires for her.
It would be breaking a taboo for him to have taken a girl before she was old enough to bleed. But she could volunteer to help him if she wanted to. Sesi was pleased to help the old man out. She took off her garment and smiled as she showed herself fully to him.
"Please remove your garment, grandfather. I would be honored to help you with your hard cock." Living in close quarters with her parents she had seen all sorts of sexual activities at night by the dim light of glowing embers in their hut. All children grew up aware of such matters and they looked forward to taking a mate when they came of age. Then they could practice the things they had learned by watching their parents mating at night.
Sesi would not suck the cock of just any man, but she considered it an honor to service Rapt this way. The old man took off his garment and he smiled down at the child as she took his old cock into her mouth and began to suck him off. He held her blonde head and stroked her hair gently as she used her tongue and mouth to give him pleasure.
"Ah child, you make me very happy that I have lived so long. Never has there been a more delightful granddaughter to make an old man happy." It took her awhile but finally Sesi was rewarded with a few spurts of the old man's cum. She drank it down happily, considering it a blessing from the patriarch of their tribe. Then she got dressed and left.
That evening the whole village shared in a feast of meat from a large deer that their chief Grun had killed with his spear. Grun was their best hunter and the strongest man among them and he was Cort's uncle too. There were many times when the hunting was not successful and then fishermen like Cort would share some fish with the hunters.
In turn they were rewarded with occasional feasts of meat like this one. At other times they might have to rely on their stores of corn and sweet potatoes and beans for food, but it was a rare day when they had to go hungry. They lived in a rich land and they had to travel far to find any other human villages, competing with them for food.
After the feast of venison and with their bellies now full the people sat around the campfire while Rapt told them their most ancient story. It was a story they had heard many times before, but they never tired of hearing it.
"Long ago our people lived in a distant land far away across the sea where the sun rises. An evil enemy came against them and began to kill the people. Our people fought bravely against the invaders but there were too many of them. One great chief, Helgart, told the people to pack up provisions for a long voyage and load up their small fishing boats. Then all the people of his village put to sea in their boats."
"They followed the great ice barrier that lies to the north as they headed away from the invaders. They faced many hardships as the god of the sea tested them to see if the people were worthy. He sent storms to test their boats and some proved unworthy and sank. He sent cold to test their endurance and some froze to death. Some also died of hunger and thirst."
"But then the god of the sea relented and blessed the people with rain, fresh water. They caught the water and drank it and it saved many lives. Then the god of the sea also sent the people many fish to catch and eat. The winds became favorable and the people followed the ice barrier away from the old land. The people who were tested and found worthy were then led to a land of great abundance, a land empty of other people."
"Only nine of the people survived the long voyage across the great sea, six men and three women. So Helgart had the women select another man beside her husband to become a second husband to her. Therefore all the men were content and not jealous. The people built a village of three huts, one for each woman and her two husbands."
"They found plants that they could eat and game they could kill for meat and soon they had their strength back. They faced many other hardships after they arrived in this new land. The winters were long and cold. There were terrible beasts, mammoths, cave lions and cave bears."
"Still the people were given the gift of children and they grew in numbers. One hunter found a den of wolf pups. He took them and raised them up to become dogs. Finally many of the people decided to follow the coast of this new land south, away from the great ice barrier. Along the way some of the people decided not to travel any farther and they established new villages."
"Our group continued traveling until we came to this better land where the winters are not so harsh, where there is a great abundance of game such as deer that our hunters can kill for meat, where there are many fish and where the corn god has blessed us with corn and other good plants to eat."
"We have lived here for many generations now. Our wise man Tark can tell us the names of the many ancestors who came before us. Let us listen carefully and honor their memories. We are the most blessed of the people in this new land."
Rapt finished telling the story which was met with much approval by the people of their village. Tark then got up and related the genealogy of their many ancestors. The people listened respectfully to honor the spirits of all their ancestors but in truth the list of names was not as interesting to them as Rapt's stories of bravery and survival.
The Others:
A few days after this great feast, Sesi was out foraging alone in the forest for mushrooms. She already knew how to distinguish edible mushrooms from poisonous toadstools. The mushrooms added some nice flavor to stews and were appreciated by the people. She had wandered farther away from the village than she should have.
Sesi sensed eyes watching her. She smiled thinking it might be Doni following her and spying on her. But it was not Doni. Suddenly she was grabbed up in the arms of a strange man who clamped a hand over her mouth to prevent her from crying out an alarm. He then stuffed something into her mouth to gag her. She didn't know what it was, but she didn't like the taste of it in her mouth.
There were excited voices all around her, all speaking in low tones so that their voices would not carry to her village. She did not understand one word of their strange speech. Someone grabbed her blonde hair and pulled it, not believing it could be real. But it was. The girl found her arms and legs tied with vines. Then she found herself thrown over a big man's shoulders and the group of men hurried away with their strange looking prize.
It seemed that they traveled for hours. Sesi watched closely where the men were taking her. If she should manage to escape from them she wanted to be able to find her way back home. At times they traveled by walking up streams, stepping out only when they found stony ground. She understood that they did this to make it hard for others to track them.
Occasionally Sesi was passed to another man to carry for awhile. Finally they arrived at their destination. Sesi saw that it was an encampment of strange looking tents, not at all like the huts she was used to seeing. Men, women and children gathered around her, all speaking some unintelligible gibberish and poking at her body with their fingers.
Sesi saw that these people or demons looked much different from the people she knew. They were a bit shorter and stockier in build. Their skins were a darker color than that of her people. They all had long straight black hair and their eyes were slanted. But the most frightening thing about them was that their speech was totally incomprehensible to her.
The man who had gagged her removed the gag from her mouth and untied her arms and legs. Sesi spoke then but they did not understand her at all. She tried to make them understand that she needed to make water after the long trip. She pointed to her groin and made a hissing sound. She was embarrassed and did not want to have to pee with all of them watching her.
An old woman seemed to catch her meaning. She said something and the others all laughed. But then they allowed the old woman and another younger one to take Sesi with them over to some bushes where she could have some privacy. Gratefully she hiked up her skirt, squatted down and peed.
Then she smiled at the old woman and thanked her. The old woman smiled back at her. It was a beginning, Sesi thought. The women escorted her back to their camp. Now a man appeared wearing bright feathers in his hair. He had a regal bearing about him and Sesi noticed that the others all bowed to him as he passed them. He must be their chief.
Showing that she understood good manners Sesi bowed to him as he approached her. She noticed that the frown on his face disappeared to be replaced with a small smile. Good she thought, he understands that I honor his position as chief of these people. She knew now that they were indeed people and not demons. Strange people to be sure, but people nonetheless.
The chief spoke to her but she did not understand him. She pointed to herself and said, "Sesi." He looked surprised. She did it again, "Sesi." This time understanding lit his face and he pointed at her and said, "Sexy?" She corrected him, "No, Sesi." This time he got her name right.
Then pointing to himself he said, "Grush." She pointed at him and repeated, "Grush." The chief then turned to a woman and issued some order to her. She grabbed Sesi by the arm and took her roughly over to one of the tents. Sesi figured that she better cooperate with the woman and not make any trouble.
The woman spoke sharply to her but of course Sesi did not understand. She pointed to a place on the grass floor and Sesi figured she meant for her to sit down and so she did. The woman left the tent for a minute. Sesi looked around and saw some things that looked familiar, but other things that were quite strange to her.
The woman returned then with a bowl of food and handed it to her. She pointed at it and said something. Sesi repeated the word and pointed at the bowl. Then she began to eat. The taste was strange to her, but the food was edible. Sesi was frightened but hungry and so she ate as she was expected to. The woman nodded approvingly. It was a beginning.
Over the next several days, Sesi tried her best to be cooperative with the people who had taken her captive. She did not know what they might do with her, but she did not want to give them any reason to kill her. At night she mourned for the loss of all that was familiar to her, but during the days when many eyes were upon her, she did not let on that she was feeling distressed.
Sesi knew that her people had no doubt tried to follow the tracks of the strangers who had taken her away from them. She also knew that they had likely been thwarted by the clever kidnapers who had disguised their tracks. At least her people knew now that there were others in the land and they would be on their guard.
She looked for an opportunity to escape from these strange people but she was watched too closely to risk it. Gradually she began to pick up a few words, mainly commands. The woman who had been entrusted with her care began to be friendlier toward her. Sesi learned that she was named Grisha, and she was the widowed sister of the chief.
She also met the chief's wife, a young woman named Grunda who was pretty in her own way. She had a regal bearing about her that commanded respect befitting the wife of the chief. But once Sesi got to know her better she found that Grunda could be friendly too.
Sesi looked for ways to help out with the cooking and by cleaning up the area. Gradually she was given more freedom to move about the camp. She tried to be friendly, smiling at people as she passed them and bowing to them a bit as she saw was their custom.
Before long she was being entrusted with some of the cooking. She found a few herbs near the camp that were unknown to these people and she introduced them into a stew. Grisha tasted the stew and liked it, and soon she was sharing the herbs with others.
Sesi was allowed to accompany the young girls of the tribe when they went to a nearby stream to wash their bodies. The girls made something of a fuss over her, wanting to pull at her blonde hair and verify that it was real. To them she was a very strange creature indeed, but still they saw that she was a girl just as they were.
After a few months during which she was reasonably well treated Sesi gave up trying to escape. She was beginning to accept the fact that she lived here now. She had likely been taken as a curiosity because of her blonde hair but she was learning to fit in. Sesi had picked up the people's strange language and she was now able to converse with them fluently.
Grush visited Grisha's tent once he learned that Sesi now understood and could speak their language fluently. He found that she had a charming accent. He wanted to learn more about Sesi's people. She related to him the story about the old ones who had come to this land across the great sea as told to her by old Rapt.
Sesi embellished the story though to make Grush think that her people were far more numerous than they really were, telling him of great villages of her people to the north and suggesting subtly that it might be better for his people to make peace with hers.
Without making it sound like a threat she managed to convey the idea that if he took his warriors to war against her people they would summon a mighty tribe of their kind from the north that would come to crush Grush's people and wipe them out. He took this with a grain of salt, realizing that the strange girl was simply trying to protect her own people.
Grush laughed and said, "Well spoken, Sesi, you are a fine defender of your people. No warrior could make a better presentation of their imagined strength than you have done. You have shown much courage living among us and not knowing what we might do with you. It cannot have been easy for you living among a people so different from your own."
"But my scouts have looked your village over carefully and we know that we could easily conquer it. However we have enough land here and we have no need of your land. So I have decided to leave your village alone, at least for now. I do want to know more about you though Sesi, so I have decided to take you as a second wife."
His words hung in the air. Had she understood him correctly? Carefully she said, "You know great chief that I am but a girl who has not yet been blessed with the flow of blood. It could be years yet before the fertility god smiles on me that way. Of course I would be honored to become your wife when I am old enough. Do you not have the custom as my people do, that girls my age are taboo?"
Grush grinned at her. "It is true that young girls of our tribe are protected that way. But you are not of our tribe and therefore the taboo does not apply to you, Sesi. I may do whatever I please with you. You have no protection other than that which I may choose to grant you."
Sesi bowed down to him. "Then great chief, I humbly ask that you extend the same fine protection that you give the girls of your tribe to this unworthy girl. But if you like, I could suck your cock for you instead."
Grush laughed, seemingly amused by the strangely pretty little girl and her offer. "You speak well and with much courtesy and courage, little one. I am persuaded that you will make me an excellent wife. There is no need to wait until you begin to bleed. I have no doubt that you will be able to take my cock into your body and I shall be gentle with you so as not to hurt you too much."
"Also I will now be looking forward to seeing what skills you have at sucking cocks. And consider this. Once we are married you will have the full protection that is extended to my first wife, Grunda. This I promise you. Not one of my warriors will ever dare harm a single yellow hair on your head, my pretty little bride."
Sesi could not help feeling somewhat flattered by the chief's desire to possess her. Surely it would not be so bad being the wife of the tribe's chief and under his protection. So she said submissively, "Then great Grush, since it is your desire to take me as your bride I accept your proposal of marriage."
Grush found her response amusing, that she was presenting it as though he was asking for her hand instead of insisting on it. Still he found her response charming. "Very well then my willing little bride, I thank you for accepting my proposal."
Grush told Grisha and Grunda to prepare Sesi to be married. The ceremony would take place the next day. Grunda knew it was only a matter of time before her husband took a second wife. All great chiefs did that. She had not expected it to be such a strange little creature as Sesi though. But she rather liked the bright child and so she prepared to accept her gracefully into their royal household as a second wife.
Everybody in the village was astonished when it was announced throughout the camp that their chief Grush was taking the exotic little girl as his second wife. No chief had ever married a captive girl before. It just was not done. Still no one dared to oppose him to his face. The wedding would indeed take place.
To be Continued.
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