Perverts 'R' Us

Pussy Whipped - Hooray for Bumps - Part 8

By Loki925* ( Mm+/fg+ )

This story is totally fictitious and it does not resemble anyone or anything in reality, whatever that is.

Part 8: Must there be war?

Loki plans his revenge.

Loki was still fuming over the deaths of his favored Lezbo twins. They had exacted much revenge on the mortals that he so despised. They had guarded the spell that Loki cast on men, making them fear women's bumps. Men had gone to war against women for many generations, raping, mutilating, killing women, and then capturing younger girls to breed with them. And when they grew old, warriors felt a compelling need to go to the lair of the Lezbos to do battle with them, and there to die. Loki rejoiced in his revenge for having been rejected by an Earth girl long ago.

But now all that had changed. Red and his woman Penny had defeated the great Lezbo and the spell had been lifted. Men had learned that women's bumps were not to be feared and peaceful family life had resumed among Red's tribe and the neighboring women's tribe. Loki could hardly stand it. Indeed the tribe so honored their great chief that they now called themselves the Reds. Many of them had fair skin and blue eyes and red or blonde hair. Being the trickster god that he was, Loki determined to do something about this situation.

There was another warrior tribe in the region that was similarly affected by his curse and by the great Lezbo. These people had originally come from far away to the East. They called themselves the Blues and they painted their bodies and their garments with a blue dye. They had dark hair and slanted dark eyes and their skin was darker than the Reds. They had not yet discovered that women's bumps were not to be feared. Although the curse no longer blinded them to that fact, the habit of many generations caused these men to still believe that terrible lie. They also had a tribe of outcast women that they raided to get more girls to breed with, killing women in the process. This pleased Loki very much.

The answer to Loki's problem was simple. He would stir up trouble between these different tribes. War between them would be Loki's revenge. No doubt there would be terrible slaughters of men, women and children. Loki licked his lips. He could hardly wait to watch this. War! The Blues lived to the East of the Lezbo's lair while the Reds lived to the West of it. Loki cast a new spell on the Blues, making them think that the hunting grounds to the West were better than the ones they now occupied. They would now be drawn to invade the land of the Reds. War was sure to come. Loki giggled at the thought.

The brutal Blues.

The customs of the Blues were similar to those of the Reds before they learned that there was nothing to fear from women's bumps. When a girl gave birth she would be killed or banished, depending on whether she had a boy or a girl. The Blues had a new chief, Truk. He had challenged the former chief and had defeated him in battle. Truk soon proved to be a cruel leader who kept his warriors in check by making them fear him.

Truk was having some fun. The cruel leader of the Blues was busy deflowering some little girls that his warriors had captured in their recent raid on the banished women's camp. The young men of his tribe had taken many girls of 9, 10 or 11 summers and they would fuck with these girls until they were able to become pregnant. But his warriors had also rounded up and captured some younger girls, from 6 to 8 summers. Truk had recently established a new custom regarding such little girls.

Each warrior who had taken one of these little ones brought her forward to meet the mighty leader. She was presented to him completely naked, held up to him at a level convenient for Truk to insert his erect cock into her little vagina. The tribal chief would spread open her little pink orifice with his thumbs and then force his stiff cock up into her too-small opening. The warrior presenting the little girl to him would then allow her to slide down onto the chief's big cock, impaling her as she screamed her little head off.

As the warrior holding her raised and dropped her, over and over onto the raping cock, the warriors would raise a mighty cry, "Truk fuck! Truk fuck! Truk fuck!" The cruel chief paced himself so that he would not cum too soon and lose his erection. He had eight such little girls to deal with today, so he only allowed himself six thrusts into each girl. Then he had the warrior take away the screaming child, bleeding from her raped pussy. The next warrior came forward and presented the next little virgin to Truk for rape.

Truk managed to hold off cumming until his cock was shoved all the way into the eighth and final little girl. Then he finally allowed himself to shoot his heavy gobs on cum into her stretched vagina, filling her up and more. As he withdrew from the crying child gobs of his cum slid out of her bloody hole. His warriors beat their shields and shouted his praises, "Truk fuck! Truk fuck! Truk fuck!" All of them had stiff hardons from watching this display of brutal fucking, and every warrior there would love to do the same.

The deflowered little girls were taken away then by the warriors who had presented them to Truk. They took them to their tents where their women tended to the girls' wounded pussies. Over the next couple of years these little ones would be toys for little boys to play with, learning how to fuck little girls. When they were old enough, each girl would be given to a young man who was old enough to establish his own tent and household.

Old warriors would sense the call of the great Lezbo and would go to do battle with her, knowing that if they fought bravely they would enter into the warrior's heaven as they died. It was the same custom that the Reds followed. One day an old warrior named Ghengis shocked the entire tribe when he returned, alive! Had someone actually defeated the great Lezbo? Warriors gathered around him to hear what had happened.

Ghengis quickly explained that he had not fought the Lezbo. Instead he discovered the Lezbo to be two females and both of them were dead, with their heads cut off and taken away! Who could have done such a thing? He said the bodies were still fresh when he found them but there was no one else around. One good thing though, warriors would no longer feel a compulsion to go and do battle with the great Lezbo, and to die that way. Ghengis went on to say that he had looked around the lair, and he had discovered that the lands that lay to the West had much game and fruit trees, all ready for the taking.

This was all very interesting. Truk decided to send a scouting party into the lands to the West, to confirm Ghengis' report. Loki had worked his magic, making the men believe that there was better land and more game to the West, although there was really no difference from what they already had in the East. It was the "grass is always greener on the other side of the fence" syndrome. The scouting party returned after a few days to confirm Ghengis' report. They said the land was indeed much better in the West.

The Blues knew that there were other peoples living there who spoke a strange language that no one could understand. Up until now they had avoided contact with these people. As long as they stayed over there, the Blues would stay over here. But now the Blues envied the alien peoples their better land.

Truk decided that they would invade and conquer these alien people. Surely no warriors could match his own. It promised to be a quick victory. Truk had also heard that these strange people had very light skin and many had red or golden hair. He imagined what it would be like to fuck such little girls. His cock stiffened at the thought. But first, War!

Invasion of the Blues.

It was a peaceful sunny day at the camp of the Reds. Penny was fixing breakfast for her mate and her twins while Red played outside with the toddlers. In the distance they could hear quarreling coming faintly from Penn's hut. Poor pussy-whipped Penn. He had not got much of a bargain when he took Hilda to be his mate. The other warriors thought it scandalous how he let the woman ride all over him. Red tried to block out the discordant sounds and enjoy the day.

Suddenly Garth came running into the camp, calling out excitedly, "They're coming! The Blues, they're coming!" He ran to Red, all out of breath. Once he calmed down Garth reported that he had been out hunting on his own, a few hours to the East. He had caught sight of many warriors in the distance. He took care not to be seen by them as he got closer to the warriors to see what they were up to. Garth saw that it was not a hunting party but a full-scale war party. Trailing well behind the warriors were their women and children, guarded by the old warriors. Clearly they were coming to stay.

The Reds knew that there was a tribe of strange people well to the East. They avoided them because they spoke a strange tongue that no one could understand. As long as they stayed where they were, there was peace. But now something had caused this foreign tribe to invade the land of the Reds. Surely the Blues knew that they were trespassing. This could only mean one thing, War. It was fortunate that Garth had spotted the Blues while they were still some distance away.

Red called his warriors together and Garth repeated what he had seen. Red sent some of his fastest young men to keep an eye on the Blues and report on their progress.

Later that day a runner returned to camp to report that the Blues had apparently decided to set up camp in a valley about a day's march north of the Reds camp. It was a place with a good stream running through it so they would have fresh water there, a good location for a camp. No doubt the Blues thought they had not been discovered yet and they intended to get their women and children settled in there before they came to attack the Reds. The runner told them that the Blues warriors were about the same in number as the Reds.

By their actions it appeared that the Blues thought they could come and defeat the Reds any time they wanted to. There was no hurry. Red smiled at this news. The arrogance of the Blues could work against them.

Penn may not have been much of a warrior, and he may have been pussy whipped too, but sometimes the man could come up with some good ideas. Penn suggested that the Reds might be able to lure the Blues out of their camp by parading bare-breasted women past them. He figured that the Blues probably feared women's bumps just as the Reds used to, and the Blues probably still did. Either way, the Blues would come out chasing after the women, either to kill them and cut off their bumps, or to capture them for sex.

The Blues were new to this area and they did not know the lay-out of the land yet. Their new camp was located not far from a sudden cliff in the hills above their camp. If one was not careful and if he was running, he could easily run right over the cliff before seeing it. The Reds women could run towards the cliff, but veer off on a down slope to the right of the cliff. The women would avoid going over the cliff but the men chasing them would likely fall right off the cliff to their deaths on some rocks well below the cliff.

Red smiled. It was an excellent plan. When the women arrived from their camp Red told them about the plan to defeat the Blues warriors. The women smiled at the idea of using their bumps to entice men to their deaths. It was the very thing that their men used to fear. The women decided to do one better. They would strip naked except for their moccasins. Then they would parade past the Blues camp at a safe distance but close enough to be well seen by the men. They would flaunt their bare breasts at them and hunch their hips suggestively at them, taunting the men. What warriors would be able to resist them?

Sure enough, it worked out just that way when they put the plan into action. The Blues men came storming out of their camp waving their swords and screaming at the alien women. They chased them up into the hills and the women led them to the cliff, veering off to safety at the last minute. The Blues warriors went screaming right over the cliff and to their deaths on the rocks below.

There were a few warriors to the rear of the pack who pulled up short of going over the cliff. Red and his warriors had anticipated this though, and they quickly fell upon this rear group and fought them with the cliff right behind them. The remaining enemy warriors were also pushed over the cliff. Only their cruel leader remained, standing far back.

Truk had tried his best to recall his warriors when he realized that they had been tricked. He now stood alone on the battle field. He raised his sword and challenged the distant enemy to come out and fight like men. Although Red and his males could not understand the man's strange tongue they knew from his gestures it was a challenge.

Red could not ignore this challenge and neither could his warriors. Red against the advice of his best warriors prepared himself for battle. At first Truk saw only a large male walking toward him but as Red drew closer Truk saw Red's long red curly hair and long red beard. Knowing his warriors could not have been so easily defeated Truk thought he was looking upon a demon.

Fear gripped Truk and he dropped his sword. He turned and ran away as fast as he could. No one knew what ever happened to Truk. Some said he ran into a giant bear, some said he jumped off a cliff. But there was a women's camp near the Blues' main compound in the East, and the females of the women's camp were the only ones who truly knew what happened to Truk. He charged into their camp un-armed and howling about a Red demon.

What the females did to the cruel female beater no one can say, and the females of the camp, well they are not talking.

Penn's plan had worked beautifully. He was praised for his cleverness. Red and his warriors cheered at the defeat of the invaders, and the women joined them, still naked. Red said, "Back to the camp, we will deal with the few remaining warriors tomorrow." No sooner than the males and females entered the camp they all began fucking. Even the older unattached females got a good fucking. The event was later called "The great fuck-a-thon".

Penn returned to his hut where he found Hilda munching on some grapes.

Hilda scornfully looked at Penn and, "Eat!" pointing to her hairy cunt.

"Bitch!" Penn said and slapped the grapes from Hilda's hand.

Hilda jumped to her feet and flaunted her big bumps at Penn. Penn slapped Hilda across the face, and said, "I am a warrior."

Hilda was stunned by the slap, but she was not yet willing to give up what she had come to expect from her pussy-whipped male.

"No fucking or cocksucking for you." she declared in her bossy manner.

Penn ripped off Hilda's deerskin dress and said, "Be gone!" And he pointed to the hide covered door.

Hilda said, "Fine. I will find a much better mate than you." And she stormed nakedly out of the hut. An orgy was in progress and no one paid any attention to Hilda. By this time all the males in the tribe were spoken for. Hilda not having a mate was hard-pressed to find even the smallest crumb of food. Even the few unattached older females who had joined the tribe refused Hilda's request for food. Naked she walked around the camp for the entire day, everyone ignoring her, before she crawled back into Penn's hut that night.

Penn was busy entertaining one of the new Blue females who had run away during the battle and found her way into the camp. Penn discovered the frightened female hiding, shortly after Hilda left his hut. Penn had a knack for the spoken word and he was now becoming quite conversant with the Blues' language.

Hilda was horrified and started to crawl out of the hut, when she heard, "Come Hilda, suck my cock."

"Yes, Penn."

Hilda crawled back to Penn and took his cock into her mouth. "Hilda, meet Ping, my first mate. Ping say hello to Hilda, my second mate."

"He---llo Hil---da, Penn second mate." Ping managed to say in the new language.

Hilda had little choice and begrudgingly but happily, she lived out her life as Penn's second mate.

Early the next morning after "The great fuck-a-thon" with some fucking still going on Red gathered the few of his best warriors that were still able to walk. Red knew that Penn now how some knowledge of the Blues' language which he had picked up from his new mate, Ping. So Red, Penn, Ping, and the walking wounded went to the Blues' encampment. Penn was able to communicate to the older warriors that if they surrendered they would be treated well. Ping was able to help them understand.

The warriors agreed to do so, but only if Penn could defeat Pong who was in charge of the encampment. Ping and Pong went back and forth about the rules for the fight. Red was not sure that Penn could defeat Pong, but he saw it as the only way to prevent any more needless deaths. Pong was an older warrior though, so perhaps even Penn could defeat him.

Penn and Pong were to fight according to the warriors' code. The contest did not last long and when Penn helped Pong to his feet the two men shook hands. Penn had finally proved himself to be a good warrior. Red wondered though if Ping had got Pong to throw the fight. After all if Pong had won, how would the few old warriors feed such a tribe?

But with the victory, Red had an even bigger problem. What was he to do about all the Blue women and children? Red saw to the immediate needs of the Blue females and their children.

He placed Penn in charge of the Blues' camp. Penn was honored and he thanked Red. Penn did a fine job of making sure all the Blues had something to eat and drink.

Red returned to his camp and spoke to Penny. "Penny," he said, "with most of their warriors dead at the bottom of the cliff, the females and children of the Blues will surely starve."

"Red, you know what must be done."

"And what would that be?" Red asked.

"Red." Penny smiled.

Red knew what Penny was implying and said, "Who will do the choosing? Will you?"

Once again Penny simply smiled. "Come my love, pick my second mate." Red said.

Was he pussy whipped? Red doubted it. He knew even before he asked Penny what had to be done. Red, Penny, and his two children walked to the Blues' encampment.

Penny looked into the almond-shaped eyes of all the young Blue females and when she saw the one who noticed Red's kind eyes she said, "This one."

Red was slightly shocked. The female was no more than eight summers, but he accepted the choice. Ching bowed her head. Penny gave Ching one of the toddlers and the two females walked back to the camp and into the family hut, which Red had already expanded.

Later that day all the women and children were brought into Red's camp. Once again the females had to make a choice as to which new female they would accept as second mate. The females had no problem doing this for they could not simply let their sisters and their children starve.

Red was thinking about how many more critters would be needed in their herd, and how much more farming land would have to be cleared, to feed his now doubled-in-size clan. He entered his hut and was met with an even bigger problem.

Penny and Ching were madly sucking each other's cunt bumps, a practice that Red had banned. Red grunted and coughed twice before the cunt bump sucking duo stopped. Penny and Ching smiled at Red and presented their naked butts to be spanked by their great warrior Chief.

How could Red refuse such a delightful offer? As Red spanked Penny and Ching's butts he knew that he now had not one but two very pretty vexing females to deal with. But he was a great warrior and was almost sure he could deal with this delightful situation.

After the two female's butts were quite red, Ching said, "Great Chief fuck Ching now."

It was a well-rehearsed line and Red knew it was all Penny's doing. He kissed Penny who guided his log size cock into Ching's small cunt opening. Red began to fuck Ching and soon Ching's cunt popped with a large female cum.

Ching looked into Red's eyes and was happy to be this great kind-eyed warrior Chief's second mate.

Loki gets his due.

Loki was terribly disappointed at the way things worked out. True, there were plenty of deaths among the Blues warriors, but not nearly the amount of carnage that he had expected. The Reds got off nearly free, with only a few warriors suffering minor wounds. Perhaps he could think up something else to plague the mortals with. But as he thought about it suddenly mighty Zeus appeared. Zeus chastised Loki for behaving like some irresponsible teenager instead of like a god. Loki must either leave the mortals alone, or Zeus would strip him of his powers. Loki promised to behave himself from now on. But then he is such a trickster, isn't he?

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