Bush Craft Ch. 01-03

Chapter One: Akinute

Akinute knew exactly what she was doing. She was nobody's fool and was the absolute vision of beauty.

Her naked body was, she was certain that the roving Arab slavers would find her.

That was her plan, her trap. She was a woman of twenty-one moons; she should be married to a strong warrior and with her family, but she had forsaken all that happiness to conceive a plan to rescue her brother from the Arab slavers who had stolen him away and had slaughtered her mother and father. Now, a woman, a magnificent beauty, who had toiled to assemble enough men to do something that no one thought possible. It took only a week of bathing naked in the river, obscured by the gully of rocks, for her to be noticed by secret eyes.

In the afternoon heat, she stripped off her simple woollen robe and neat hide sandals and stepped into the cool water. Her colourful tribal beads that hung about her neck jingled across her perfect athletic frame. Her breasts were pert, firm and sat high on her chest, with small black areolae and even darker stiff nipples. Her skin was dusky, the colour of the roasted coffee bean, and her woman's bush was full of thick, coarse ebony hair.

Akinute had cut her curly black hair, leaving the traditional mop of strands that showed the tribe that she was now a woman and marriageable.

Akinute knelt and scooped up the clear water and washed her face, the droplets splashed her naked chest and her flat, toned belly. She appeared nonchalant, and any casual observer would see a beautiful ebony woman simply washing the dust from her perfect body and a bountiful prize for any man in her tribe to marry or a golden purse for any scavenging party of slavers.

Glancing to one side, and covered by her woollen skirts, lay her black steel machete, sharp and within her reach. As she rinsed her pubic bush, no one could see the dart, but she felt it; her black steel needle that she had threaded beneath her womanly curls.

Any man who surprised her would never suspect a weapon to be hidden there.

As she had hoped, it had not taken long before word of the ebony beauty's daily ablutions at the river had generated interest. She had parted with a valuable necklace to ensure that the right traders to her tribal camp had been informed of her ritual, knowing that traders were often mere scouts for the Arab slavers.

She had planned this moment for two years.

Now she lay in wait, ostensibly drying her gorgeous body in the heat of the sun, her machete hidden, and her hands lay across her sex, feeling the warm steel in her fingers.

Across the riverbed, hidden by dense foliage, lay her prey. The two Arabs, dirty-faced and bearded, had thought her an easy catch. Like many slavers, they had sailed their dhow down the Nile or hugged the coast from Egypt, picking up an opportunistic trade with the coastal native settlements and once around the broad coastal regions to the west, would take on a few prime specimens and sell them off in the port auctions of Algeria, Morocco or even the great peak of rock at Gibraltar, to the Spanish. The men, Hassif and Mukheb, were brothers and sailed under the flag of Captain Hadir, and his dhow ' Moon's Crescent'.

Crouching on the bush, their sweat-stained flaxen robes,

"See, I told you!" Hassif hissed, "Is she not the beauty I spoke of?"

"Yes, you were right," Mukheb shifted his weight, feeling his prick stiffen at the sight of this ebony woman. Immediately, he imagined the joy of her, ordering his brother to hold her, as he took the moment to use his dirty fingers in her black cunt and open her maiden's sex. Then he would take out his prick and take this girl's maidenhead, for she had to be a virgin. He would thrust his manhood into her tightness and spill his seed in her, perhaps even giving her a child. He reached back and felt for his long rifle, its short stock and long barrel, bound in bronze bands. It was an aged weapon, but it was the only firearm they possessed. Hassif used his long knife and was a practised hand.

"I am certain she will bring a good price from the Captain." Hassif looked hard at Akinute, who now stood up and took a moment to brush any sand from her pubic bush, and the two men broke out from their cover and rushed across the sand and stone over the bed.

But Akinute had chosen her ground well, as the two sandalled men ran at her, and the inevitable happened. Mukheb faltered, slipping and sliding in the wet, uneven.

surface and fell over. He desperately held the long rifle up in the air to avoid any calamity to the precious weapon. He swore loudly as he hit the ground. Hassif, his long, curved blade glistening in the sun, glanced over his shoulder and smiled, as he would be the first to fuck this ebony bitch, and Mukheb would have to wait, feeling Hassif's seed in her cunt before he might spill his own.

Neither man would spill their seed today, as Akinute had laid her trap perfectly.

As Hassif turned back to Akinute, he saw her touching her black pubic bush. Was she welcoming him? Opening her folds to him? Suddenly, Hassif felt a sharp sting at his throat. he stopped running and clutched at his neck. He felt a hard steel dart in his flesh and warm blood streaming from it. He looked at the ebony woman, with her arm outstretched,

"Mukheb!" He choked and fell, his long knife spilling from his fist.

As Mukheb looked up, scrambling to his feet, he saw his brother fall. He looked to the ebony woman, but she had retreated to the riverbank,

"I shall kill you!" Mukheb was about to raise the rifle when he realised he was no longer alone. From out of the brush, other black men filled the riverbed. He paused and looked for the woman again, and saw her naked form rushing him!

He couldn't quite believe it. The blacks ran from him, not to him. He held the long rifle, but it was too late; his would-be victim barrelled into him, knocking him again onto the rough gravel and brought a long, sharp blade to his throat,

"Yield to me, Arab or join the other in hell!" The ebony hissed in Arabic,

"I yield!" Mukheb cried out.

Chapter Two: Hadir.

Captain Muhmmad Anshok Hadir cursed the two brothers; his dhow had been anchored too long. The small, jolly boat sat uselessly on the beach. He had been swayed by their story of an ebony goddess who bathed in the river, only an hour upstream. He had allowed himself to believe their talk of such beauty, considering the value of their description and hoping such a beauty existed.

"Allah curse them!" He muttered and strained his eyes to the shoreline.

Then a shout,

"Captain, I see Mukheb! He has a line of blacks with him!" A lookout shouted and jumped off the ship's prow and stood on the shingle-sand beach.

Hadir looked through his telescope to see a tall, naked ebony woman at the front of the line, everyone tethered by rope at their necks and hands and bringing up the rear was Hasif, easily recognised by his grubby linen clothes.

"Allah be praised," Hadir intoned as she saw the ebony woman's graceful beauty. Her breasts bounced invitingly as she walked. Her flat, toned belly and slender thighs. Hadir counted at least eight captives, only three women; the rest strong strong-looking black men.

Everything seemed perfect.

The boat was filled with the captives, Mukheb and Hassif

Less than an hour later, the small crew was dead, the captain was gelded and lay on his cabin floor bleeding out.

The attack had been swift, disciplined and utterly merciless. Akinute had been taken on board first, and the line of black slaves followed. Hadir wouldn't wait for explanations from Mukheb; he was too preoccupied with Akinute's naked body and her handsome, if rugged, face. Hadir ordered his shop's mate to prepare for sailing and grabbed Atkinute's arm and took her off to his cabin at the rear of the dhow. He pointed at Mukheb, unusually quiet, but Hadir took it as shame at keeping the boat anchored for so long. Hadir barked out a tirade of orders,

"Get those black devils below, and do not disturb me until we are out at open sea!" Hadir tugged at the ebony woman,

Once in his cramped cabin, he pushed Akinute to the bed, and while tugging at his sashes, and placing his broad-bladed blade on the small table, he pointed at the prone woman,

"Open your legs, my black slut, and prepare yourself!" He waved his hands to suggest that Akinute should spread her legs.

It was only as Hadir's woollen breeches fell to the floor that he looked up at the woman. She had indeed spread her legs, but then, before he could utter a sound, the steel dart became visible and then in the next moment, she had leapt forward and slashed at his crotch with the sharp point. Hadir staggered, unable to comprehend what had happened. As she attacked, he saw the ebony attacker dash to the table, pick up his own blade and slash at him again, one cut at his throat and one at his groin. With his genitals now completely severed, Hadir collapsed in a pool of blood and pain. He couldn't cry out, as his throat gurgled with the thick red blood that gushed forth.

He died within moments. Hadir was unaware of the loss of his crew, his ship and his fortune, sewn neatly into the bottom of his cabin curtains.

As Akinute emerged from the cabin, Hadir's dagger at the ready, she saw her fellow warriors making short work of the crew. Still naked, Akinute made for the few remaining crew, and they fell to their knees in surrender. Akinute stood before them and then cried out,

"Take prisoners!" she called out, knowing how much she needed them to pilot

Chapter Three

Akinute, now dressed in a light linen shirt, breeches from the now dead captain's sea chest and his boots, Akinute stood on the stern castle, as one of the now captive sailors steered the dhow back along the shoreline. Akinute knew enough of the crew's language to make herself understood. Seven men remained alive, enough to instruct her warriors in the delicacies of piloting the dhow, trimming the sail, and she expected to have learned enough to put the second part of her plan into operation.

As the sun settled into the bosom of the ocean, Akinute ordered the dhow to sail to land, to drop anchor, near shore and made doubly sure the captive crew was secured, with alert guards to watch over them.

As she retired to the dead captain's cabin, she tried to grasp the few scrolled maps that featured the coastline. As she traced her finger along the coast, she found the marked position of the port of the Fatimid Caliphate boat and slave market.

A knock on the door heralded her number two, the tall, muscular Abono, the man who had agreed to make this risky attack on the Arabs.

"We are secure for the night, the sea is calm, and no one is in sight. I have Somi and Kemi on lookout," he reported and looked at the scrolls on the small table, then at the red stain on the wooden floor of the cabin. He enjoyed Akinute's brutality towards her enemies,

"Good, we can rest up tonight and sail along the coast until we sight the port, then drop anchor." Akinute looked up. "You did well, Abono. I couldn't have done this without you," she said, smiling at him.

"I know. I wanted to strike back at these dirty slavers and help you get your brother back... and have you think better of me," He edged closer to the ebony woman,

"I think very highly of you, Abono, and I want to reward you for your help." She walked to him and kissed him fiercely on his lips. His hands went to her linen shirt, and she turned to him. He was six inches taller, and broad across the chest, and his face was honest and handsome, except for the scar across his cheek, taken from a slaver who had tried to capture him. Abono had escaped from that unfortunate slaver and returned with his long knife covered in his blood, and that brought him to Akinute's attention.

"You can have your reward, but no children. I don't want your mmadwoa in my obea," she cautioned him. Akinute wanted him to know that he could not fill her cunt with his semen,

"Then I'll fill your akyi beremo, like my father did, when my mother wanted no more babies." He pulled down her shirt and exposed her high, firm breasts with her stiff nipples catching the light of the moon, through the small open window. Akinute knew that husbands would open their wives' backsides instead of fathering more children, as it was harder to escape slavers when encumbered with more than two children. Only summer-born children had a chance to survive, as they would be one year old before the good weather period returned. Akinute undid her belt, shed her breeches and boots and climbed onto the narrow bed, and showed him her shapely backside. Her buttocks were dark globes, lit by the starlight and were firm but inviting. Abono walked to her, but she stopped him, slipping onto her knees and unwrapping his linen cloth that encased his manhood. She pulled out his stiffening member, his obarima akyi beremo, and began to lick him with a clever wet tongue,

"Yes, Akinute lick my akyi, make me stiffen enough to split you open," he smiled, looking at her fine mouth licking him.

Akinute gripped his long, thick shaft with one hand, as she took his swollen glans but slipped her free hand to her wet labia and rubbed her swollen clitoris. She wanted him inside her. Abono had been her choice to lie with. He had stood beside her on her quest to take the slaver's boat, a task that everyone in the tribe considered to be impossible. Abono had brought her his men, his war party, as he was an experienced War Captain. He ignored the jeers of his elders and took his men into the bush to hear her plan. Now, she suckled his prick and heard him moan softly. Akinute hoisted herself to the bed and pulled him to her, and opened her legs,

"Put your mouth to me, taste my akyi!" She hissed as she felt his hot mouth on her hairy cunt.

Abono licked at her sex like a puppy lapping milk, his hands snaked to her firm breasts and massaged them firmly but tenderly. Akinute put her hands to Abono's close-cropped hair and pushed him into her sex, encouraging him to delve deeper into her. His mouth worked her inner labia, and soon her own juices flowed. Once he was satisfied that she was wet enough, he slipped his tongue to her puckered hole and licked at her opening, pushing his tongue into her beremo, depositing as much saliva at her hole as he could,

Before long, Abono's lust peaked, and he pulled away and levelled his stiff prick to her cunt,

"I promise I will not seed your akyi, but I want you to feel how much I want to love you," Abono looked up to Akinute,

"Put your cock into me, and stretch me, Abono. You'll know when to push into my asshole," She smiled and lay back, putting her hand to her pussy and stimulating herself toward her orgasm. Abono, his prick now stiffened, pushed himself slowly, agonisingly slowly into her tight hole, causing a gasp from her throat,

"Oh, Abono, push in hard. Make me feel your prick!" Akinute gasped, desperate to feel her tight flesh being stretched open,

"Akinute, your akyi is so tight, my lovely!" Abono thrust into her and began to build up his pace. His rhythm made her wet, and as he pummelled her, her cunt sprayed a long stream of warm. Soon, with her urging, he pounded her cunt with a merciless ferocity, and soon she moved under him,

"Now, from behind Abono in my beremo and leave your seed in there!" Akinute moved onto her hands and knees and then bent down to offer up her ass for Abono. To reach around and spread her juices on her asshole and push her own fingers into her ass to relax her hole.

Once he had regained his composure, he levelled his wet prick at her twitching asshole and slowly pushed his thick head into her fluttering hole, past her sphincter and lodged his prick halfway into her and tenderly fucked her. Akinute was no stranger to a man's prick in her asshole; she hadn't wanted a child, and young warriors were often too eager to spill their seed. Abono was only her third man she had lain with, but he would be her last.

Abono kept up a slow and tender pace, slipping his lubricated prick in and out of her tight hole, the pressure giving his prick a rare grip on his shaft. Akinute shifted and writhed; she found Abono's thick member filled her up and feeling the pressure of him arched her back, and another long fountain of her womanly juices dribbled from her cunthole, as she rubbed furiously as Abono's rhythm had built up to such a point that he pulled his prick from her gaping asshole and sprayed his seed on her quivering buttocks.

After they collapsed on the bed, Akinute wiped the semen from her backside and chuckled,

"One day, when all this is done, you will fill my womb, and we will have a family." Akinute lay back and they slept until the dawn's light pierced the small cabin. Today would bring her brother's freedom closer and the end of the slaver's visit to their village and their poaching of their people.

End of Chapter Three.