Date: Mon, 3 Sep 2007 16:57:33 -0500
From: mike0950@hotmail.com
Subject: GOING NATIVE TG (Authoritarian)

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STORY: GOING NATIVE

AUTHOR: MIKE W

They had been walking for days. Their captors were of the indigenous
tripe of natives and they were known to be ruthless in their defense of
their territories. James was a young 22 year old apprentice with silk
trader. He had followed his employer to the Americas after his mother and
sisters' persistent nagging to make something out of himself. He was
intelligent, but would never have elected to pursue a dangerous career,
no matter how profitable it may have been. He was assured that this would
be a safe trip to well colonized territories, and here he was being led
down a jungle trail with a dozen remaining members of their party. Most
of the men were now dead. Only the women and a few men were kept alive.

They were impressive, his captors. Virile and powerful, they intimidated
their hostages even when they were being kind. In their leatherskin and
bone garments, their dominating vascularity and masculine physiques made
James tremble. He was drawn to their loincloths, so different from
European clothes. It covered so little as their muscular thighs and
haunches rippled with power. He was never too brave, but his life was in
serious danger now, and there was little he could do about it.

They finally reached the tribe in early morning. They were led to a large
meeting tent where they were herded: James, 3 men, and 2 women. They were
surrounded by natives. Some were older, but most were younger warriors.
The group was motioned to sit, still tied. A discussion moderated by the
elder began. The language was completely foreign to James, but he could
gather from the tone that this was a negotiation of what to do with them.

A middle aged white woman emerged from the shadows, called by the elder.
She spoke in English to the group and her words sent a deathly chill down
their spines. Her name was Beth, but is now known as "Pale Dove"

Pale Dove: The council is deciding on your fate. The men can either
choose to be slaves or they will be executed. Word has already been sent
to your employers and none have offered a ransom. The women can either be
working slaves or wives to the men who choose them.

Allen: I will be slave to no man.

Pale Dove motioned for him to stand up. She translated and a young
warrior walked up to Allen, and with a single swift motion slit the
man's throat. The warrior looked at him with respect and lowered his
body to the ground.

Pale Dove:  He died honorably as a warrior. He will be returned to his
people.

The other two men and James cowered.

Pale Dove: And the rest of you?

The two women whispered to the men and began to cry. James couldn't
control himself and burst into tears with them. One of the men stood up
and addressed the council.

Jacob: We will be working servants in the hopes we will one day be saved
from the oppression of these savages.

Pale Dove translated and two young warriors separated them into two
groups -- one of the 2 men and James, and the other of the 2 women. A
powerful voice spoke, and a man with obvious authority stepped forward.
He motioned to James and spoke to the warriors who put him in with the
women. James swore he saw Pale Dove smile at this. The council nodded
their approval and the hostages were led away to begin their new lives.

James who was already confused, was separated from the women and sent to
a large tent where Pale Dove was preparing a bath in a large canoe-like
tub. She spoke gently to him as he walked in. The guards left them alone.

Pale Dove: Do you know what happened today?

James (on the verge of tears): No -- why are you helping them?

Pale Dove: I am one of them. I was captured like you 8 years ago and I
elected to become one of their wives. The rest of my party is dead now,
men and women. They attempted to escape, and one by one, they were cut
down. I chose to serve and I've been happy here every since.

James: Serve? Serve these beasts? These wild men?

Pale Dove walked up to James and slapped him across his face.

Pale Dove: The "beasts", as you call them, know more of honor and truth
than you have ever seen. They will teach you their ways, and you will be
one of them. You have been chosen by the chief's son to be his wife.

A chill ran down James' body. His ears seemed to burn and he turned
completely pale as he heard this.

James: his -- his -- his

Pale Dove: Yes. You heard me right. His WIFE

James: But how? I'm a man.

Pale Dove: The warriors in there were treating you as a male, but Large
Bull, the chief's son, spoke to the council. He identified you as
female, and with little to support the claim of your manhood, the council
conceded to his will.

James: claim of my manhood? What does that mean?

Pale Dove: In this society, a man is identified by his actions and will.
Your ever motion since you've been captured identified you as female,
and Large Bull was first to protect you as a female.

James: protect me?

His head was swimming as he sat down on the ground.

Pale Dove: The men are treated very harshly here. They are seen as
invaders and treated as such. The women will eventually be claimed by one
of the warriors. You were spared this when Large Bull claimed you for
himself. None of the other warriors will rape you now. You are reserved
for his use only.

James began to sob, but he felt his little erection hardening. He put his
head down and closed his eyes in shame. The image of Large Bull pointing
at him at the meeting made him tremble.

Pale Dove: You have no idea how lucky you are. Strip and get into the
tub. You need a lot of preparation.

James: No (sobbing)

Pale Dove: The alternative is much worse. I can call the guards in and
have them strip you for me.

James shudders at the thought. In tears, he obeys and removes his
clothes. He pauses at his underclothes. Pale Dove shouts to the guards
and James immediately removes them and moves towards the tub. Pale Dove
shouts again.

She pushes him away from the tub.

She makes him stand in the middle of the tent naked. She walks around him
slowly. She bursts into laughter.

Pale Dove: You're more a woman that most of the squaws of this village.
Large Bull does have a very capable ability to smell a pussy. He
identified you physically and mentally as female before anyone else could
claim you.

Pale Dove: Even your male member is so small that no female would have
you. I bet you've never even been with a woman!

James (shuddering): I have!

Pale Dove: And failed miserably I bet. You'll soon learn what a female
really needs when you're Large Bull's squaw.

Those words made James shake to the core.

Pale Dove: He also likes pale skinned women, so you're perfect for him.
He used me when he came of age, even though I am really his father's
consort. You are so lucky to be chosen by him. He will teach you what it
really means to be a woman.

Pale Dove: Step into the warm water. He likes his female clean.

James obediently stepped into the water. It had an herbal scent, but not
one of flowers. It slightly stung his skin.

Pale Dove: Wash your head and hair quickly. Once I add the remaining
herbs, you won't want to put your head under the water.

James bathed while Pale Dove talked.

Pale Dove: Make sure you clean your ass-canal. He will use you tonight.
The cleaner you are, the more pleasant this will be for him. It is very
important that you please him. He is a good man, but very aggressive and
can be very rough. If you displease him, he will make his anger well felt
in your flesh.

James: But I am a man. How can this be.

Pale Dove (laughing): You are no man. You will soon see a real man and
the contrast will help you understand your place. He speaks a little
English, but he understands all of it, so be careful what you say around
him.

James (screaming): I am no queer!

Pale Dove: That is the first true thing you've said today, little one.
Large Bull is no queer either. He is the alpha male of this tribe,
following his father. You are not a male with him^ you are his female,
and he will treat you as such.

Pale Dove adds a thick brownish green mix into the water and James' skin
begins to burn.

Pale Dove: Be careful not to put your head underwater now. This will
strip your skin of hair and leave you very smooth. The way Large Bull
wants you to be.

The rest of the day passed as if in a dream. James was given a squaw's
coverings, which he put on in a daze. By early evening, as the sun was
setting, he was escorted into Large Bull's tent. Pale Dove was already
there.

Pale Dove: You look so beautiful. I hope Large Bull is pleased with me. I
know I am fifteen years older than him, but I will spread for him at the
slightest motion. Every girl in the tribe would. You have no idea how
envious everyone is of you today.

James still couldn't understand what was happening to him, or why his
little erection had been so hard all day. He had never had this kind of
reaction to any woman throughout his life. He tried to convince himself
it was Pale Dove he was excited for, but the ache he felt when she spoke
of Large Bull denied this assertion.

Finally, Large Bull walked into the tent. It was lit with 3 small fires
in clay and stone holders. He was impressive. At 6" tall, dark bronze
skin, muscular build, and with an authoritative walk, Large Bull exuded a
dominant presence that made James quake inside.

Pale Dove ran before him and kneeled at his feet. She spoke demurely in
his presence, face down. Large Bull looked over at James and laughed with
a roar. He placed a finger under Pale Dove's chin and raised her face to
meet his gaze. He spoke to her kindly and she leaned forward to kiss the
bulge in his loincloth in absolutely submission to his will. She moved
aside as he walked towards James.

His voice boomed in the large tent. Pale Dove translated

Large Bull (translated): First, I will name you, and by naming you, I lay
claim to who and what you are. You are henceforth to be known as "Little
Doe". Tonight, you become my female, and nothing can change this. I know
you are confused, but you will not be for long. I will make sure you
understand things very clearly after this night.

Large Bull walked toward Little Doe. He reached out and grabbed her by
her arm: Pulling her to him. Little Doe's smaller 5'6" frame and soft
supple white skin was in extreme contrast to this massive warrior's
frame and strength. He wrapped an arm around her little body and his
powerful hand cupped one of her asscheeks. The grip was one of ownership
and power.

Little Doe could immediately feel Large Bull's monstrous manhood.
Through his loincloth and her skirtcloth, she could feel it throbbing to
invade her small body. She heard herself screaming in her own mind, but
all her voice could muster was a whimper in response to the emotional
assault on her manhood.

Pale Dove walked forward with a bowl full of a thick gel-like material --
placed it next to the bear-skin rug in the middle of the tent. She bowed
and left. Her last words to Large Bull were in English for Little Doe's
benefit

Pale Dove: "May she give you many nights of delight, my lord, my king,
my master"

She extinguished the fires so Little Doe could barely make out Large
Bull. The embers were barely glimmering. Now it was just her and him. She
could sense an onrush of violence and she started to scream.

Even before she could make an utterance, his large hand was over her
face. It covered mouth and nose and he whispered:

Large Bull: "Little Doe only moans if Little Doe wants to breathe"

Little Doe was suddenly silent. She did not want to be, every nerve of
her being was on fire, but his voice commanded her to her deepest core
and she was immediately cowed into obedience.

Large Bull began to rip her clothes off. One by one, the beads and tunic
were ripped off her small frame. She instinctively brought her legs
together and covered her loins with her hands, but he easily ripped her
skirt off her as well. She was now naked under his hulking mass of
masculine power.

She felt him hold her down and remove his own clothes. The heat of his
body was radiating down on her. She could hear a wet sound she couldn't
identify and then felt a cold gel on her rosebud asshole. She immediately
attempted to jerk away, but Large Bull's massive frame and muscular arms
had her pinned so she could not move. He lubricated her virgin asspussy
with his large hands. His fingers probing into her more insistently with
each motion, she began to sob.

Large Bull: "Little Doe has never been with a man?"

Little Doe: "Please! Please don't do this to me. I am a man"

Large Bull laughed at this and turned her face down quickly. He raised
her ass up and she felt one hand on her head while the other grabbed her
hips.

Large Bull: "Is this how a man is?"

She felt his massive cock now against her asscheek. It must be monstrous.
She couldn't see it, but felt it must be the length of her thigh and as
massive as her arm. The radiating heat against her skin burned her.

He quickly MOUNTED her and with a firm hard thrust penetrated her
asscunt. She screamed in pain as his massive cockhead raped her
de-virgined pussy. She sobbed as rested on and in her like that. The
burning pain inside her made her shiver as she cried under him. The
humiliation and shame of being used as his warrior's woman stung her
psyche. She wondered who heard her scream and cry? Her companions maybe?
The other warriors? Pale Dove? Who heard her emasculation?

She felt her strength begin to break as he began to thrust into her anew.
His massive cock burying itself deep into her feminized bowels. Her ass
now a cunt for this formidable man. She tried to remember being with
women, but the memory was already foreign. If THIS is how a real man is,
then his dalliances with women were child's play or women's foibles.
Another THRUST shocked her back to the reality of being raped by a real
man and being made into his bitch. She sobbed under him and felt herself
break.

With one final THRUST, she felt this real man's balls slam against hers.
His cock impaling her completely. She felt her guts ripped inside under
this assault and laid passively under him now, accepting that she was
going to be used this way.

He began to fuck her diligently. Each thrust making her whole body shake
under him. The pain mixing with the shame. Her clit now harder and more
sensitive than at any other time in her life, she could feel her own
hunger rising inside her. With each thrust, he was grinding into her and
pushing her closer and closer to her ultimate humiliation. Large Bull
didn't care about this, but his cock was driving his female into
complete emasculation with each driving thrust.

She began to moan, even as she sobbed. She felt herself being raped into
submission^ more.. more^ more^. In a blinding flash, she felt herself
explode under his relentless assault of her masculinity. Her explosion
came with a deep whimpering moan as she helplessly abandoned her former
life and accepted this new one under Large Bull.

She squeeled in delight and shame as she gave herself to him. Her
girl-cum dribbling from her little clit as he continued to use her as his
female. Now a new set of emotions assaulted her. She felt his powerful
cock invading her new cunt and began to imagine what it looks like. Dark
and veined, with a massive cockhead impaling her. She could feel his
large potent balls slapping against her girlballs. She imagined the
contrast of his man genitals to her smaller impotent ones. She suddenly
felt that this is right. She remembered Pale Dove's words: "You are no
man. You will soon see a real man and the contrast will help you
understand your place." The words rang true in her mind as she felt her
entire being buckle under this man's physical, emotional, and spiritual
domination of her. James was no more, and Little Doe is the only one
remaining.

She felt his powerful body begin to shudder as he began to grunt over
her. The shame came rushing back as she realized what was about to
happen. She felt her entire body flush and her breath quicken in response
to his grunting and the tensing of his body over her. The powerful
thrusting coming faster and harder now. She steeled herself to not break
again, some little part of her was still resisting.

He roared over her as he exploded inside her asspussy. His manhood
throbbing inside her boycunt as stream after stream of his man-seed
entered her. The thick mark of his domination over her penetrating more
than her boy-womb, it penetrated her being. His seed digging into her
flesh and assimilating her as his female, Little Doe felt herself explode
AGAIN under him. Her own body shuddering as she moaned in resonance to
his own overpowering orgasm into her. Her clit throbbing as it dribbled
her girl-juice again. She squeeled again, this time wanting the world to
hear her being this incredible man's woman!

She was spent^ laying passively under him now.. His cock buried to the
hilt inside her as his balls laid against her littler ones. She was
content and peaceful now.

He laid inside her and on her for a few minutes, and then pulled out. She
heard others enter and serve him. Cleaning him and then moving towards
little doe. They administered ointments to her newly raped asscunt. They
came with little oil lamps so she couldn't make out their faces, but she
caught a glimpse of Pale Doe among them.

She was on her back naked with Large Bull by the time they left. She felt
him gather her up and hold her to him as his female.

Large Bull: You are a good squaw. You will serve me for a long time.
Today, you are my woman. Tomorrow, you will be my wife so all will see
you as mine.

Little Doe: Thank you, my lord, my king, my master.

Large Bull laughed: You learn quickly, little one.

Large Bull raped Little Doe several more times that night. She entire
tribe was witness to her absolute and complete submission to his will.

In the morning, the witch doctor came to see her while Large Bull was at
the hunt. He began to administer ointments and herbs to her body and for
her to consume. She asked Pale Doe who let her know that these would make
her more female physically for Large Bull's pleasure.

Hours before, the thought would have revolted James. But Little Doe's
clit was throbbing at the thought of being more attractive to her future
husband. In the last day, she had been completely raped into submission
to this REAL man.

Towards the afternoon, after she had been bathed and perfumed, the tribe
women came to dress her for her wedding. The beautiful and intricate soft
fur and feather garment would have made any women envious. She caught
many a cold stare from a beautiful young tribal girl, and occasionally a
pinch from hands she couldn't see. Pale Dove yelled at one girl
suddenly, then explained that every girl was hoping to be Large Bull's
wife, making Little Doe the focus of their animosity.

Pale Dove: It will get better. You will soon learn to come with us to the
stream to wash, and cook in the tribal fire. You will want to be very
domestic to be a good match for an illustrious leader like Large Bull.
The women will accept you into their group eventually.

The thought of washing Large Bull's garments in the lake sent another
shudder into Little Doe's body. Her new domestic place^ cowed into
submission for her new husband^ made her ache for his presence again.

She was finally attired like a princess bride and led to the ceremony.
All the men were already there. She felt their eyes burning into her. The
thought that they had all heard her screams and moans the night before as
Large Bull used her made her avert her eyes and blush all over. The shame
of being raped was mixed with the joy of being his bride in front of all
these men.

She was instructed to walk to where her husband was seated and sit at his
feet. She obeyed demurely and the dance began. She looked up and saw her
future husband looking down on her and smiling. Seeing him like this, in
ceremonial dress, made her realize that he was a real prince as well as a
REAL man. Muscular men and beautiful women danced around the fire in an
exotic display of eroticism^ The chanting and drumbeats were
intoxicating^ Little Doe watched in amazement until the chanting died
down and she was led to the middle of a circle of women. Large Bull
walked masterfully into a circle of warrior men. As Large Bull walked,
the circle of men around him mirrored his actions. The circle of women
orbited the circle of men, and their motion moved Little Doe in the
middle. She quickly saw the symbolism of this ceremony. Large Bull is the
center, and his men follow him. The women orbit the circle of men and
they drive Little Doe in their midst. Wherever Large Bull walked, the
rest of the party would respond and Little Doe would be the follower in
the context of all tribal life.

She was then let by the women to Large Bull's tent and left there alone.
Minutes passed as Little Doe wondered what to do. She was anxious,
ashamed, afraid, enamored and excited. Her head and body throbbed. She
could hear her husband walking towards the tent. He raised the flap and
walked in.

She saw him in the glowing of the tent fire. He looked at her on the
bear-skin rug in her full bridal array and smiled.

Large Bull: Stand, woman! Come and remove my garments.

Little Doe jumped in obedience and walked to her husband. She began to
remove his wedding clothes. With each portion, she could see more of his
powerful body: His massive chest and handsome face, then his powerful
arms and back. His muscular thighs and ass was rippling in the light. She
could not control herself and leaned forward to press her lips gently to
his powerful skin. Large Bull laughed, standing in his loincloth only, as
his wife kissed his powerful thighs on her knees.

Little Doe could now see the powerful throbbing of her husband's cock in
his loincovering. She reached out to touch it and her heart began to
race. She could feel the pounding in her head as it twitched at her
touch. She removed his last garment and his massive shaft rose before
her. She was mesmerized. It was 10" long and as thick as her arm. She
couldn't fathom that this beast of flesh had impaled her virgin asscunt
the night before. It was darker than the rest of Large Bull's skin, with
veins that gave it an angry overpowering aura. Little Doe instinctively
leaned forward to kiss it.

Large Bull laughed as he picked her up and began to rip her wedding
garments off. She felt his power as she did the night before, but now she
could see him. She saw him tear off the beads and strip her down to her
soft white skin. He roared in laughter and pleasure.

Large Bull: You are very nice. Little Doe wife pleases me.

The remainder of the evening was similar to the night before. Large Bull
raped Little Doe over and over again. With every thrust and every stream
of cum inside her now open asspussy, her masculine identity was raped
away. She exploded more times in the last two nights than she had for
months before. Her life could only get better and better in sweet fucking
submission to this wonderful man.