To the end of the table, women from a group of women, dressed very conventionally, were brought in: short loincloths of black fabric and garlands of flowers. The light skin of the tourists contrasted sharply with the chocolate range of the aboriginal bodies, and the sadly drooping tits - with the standing breasts of the local population. Politely, but without much respect, they were seated on pillows.

The rank of captives at the command of the senior “guard” took a few steps and was finally in the saving shadow of the tent behind the girls. Mothers and virgins tried to maintain solidity and a disinterested look, but it didn’t matter from them: a keen desire was read in the views and gestures of some, anxiety and expectation in others.

Chatter at the table was interrupted by the rolling rumble of drums coming from behind the tent wall. The roar turned into an intricate rhythm, accompanied by a graceful, but wildly flute melody. Under this accompaniment, a pair of white skirts embroidered with gold patterns approached the free end of the table. Skirts of length did not differ at all from those wide belts in which the rest arrived. However, besides the skirts, on the pair that appeared there were gold chains that hung heavily from the women's necks in the hollows between the breasts. The one to the left sparkled a diamond tiara in her hair.

The similarity of both aborigines surprised. Not otherwise, twins, decided Dmitry. And after looking more closely at him, he gasped: “I have not seen the chains of gold? Fiery diamonds? "Women themselves - that was worth attention! They looked truly regal not because of gold and diamonds, and not even because of the dignity with which they carried themselves. Their faces and figures caught the eye! Dima over twenty seven years of life had never seen such perfection! I remembered the reasoning of Ivan Efremov, a wonderful science fiction writer and philosopher, about the canons of female beauty. Out of place in this strange situation, Dmitry thought that Ivan Antonovich would be glad to see firsthand the real existence of the ideal he had described in detail. And at once in duplicate!

From Efremov's ideas, the thought jumped to the paradoxes of reality: Dima suddenly realized that besides them, four captives, other males from the moment of the capture of the bus were not observed! As they say, from the word "absolutely"! On the tourist's skin, a flock did not even goosebumps, but large disgusting spiders: well, how do these Amazons utilize their prey after use? And then immediately - the sentence will be announced now, bang, bang - and men in heaven. Or on the table, under the spicy local sauce. Nooo! Such an exotic end of the vacation he was absolutely not happy! But how to wriggle out, ideas, alas, were not.

The musical accompaniment became quieter, the voice of the flute froze. On a high note, either the bells rang, or something else. It seems that in the civilized world this instrument is called a triangle.

The beauty in the diadem raised her hand and began to speak in the local language. The prisoners, of course, did not understand a word. The intonations and gestures of the demigods were solemn and stately. What is their holiday, the Amazons of these? It was pleasing, at least, that, pointing to the group with erect members, the speaker was not angry and did not raise her voice. Her intonations at these moments were rather benevolent. It turns out that the white peasants are not going to serve on the table!

The local "chocolate" in camouflage shorts and with a holster on a belt leaned towards women tourists. She quietly translated into English the Amazon speech in a tiara. Confused smiles wandered in the faces of the tourists.It was not possible to hear what exactly the interpreter had informed the ears of women, but the absence of anxiety on their faces calmed and inspired confidence that in the near future no one would be allowed to be discharged.

The audience listened to the high priestess, or perhaps the whole queen, with reverence and increasing excitement. Especially aroused the girls, behind which were the prisoners. On the other side of the table, mother’s eyes glittered. Lustfully licking their lips, they exchanged emotional phrases among themselves. A light chocolate beauty with elastic sharp breasts, sitting right in front of, did not take her eyes off Dmitry, stroking her nipples with a jerk and not removing her other hand from the crotch. An insignificant little skirt did not hide her fingers that virtuosos were in tempo allegro vivace between smoothly shaved folds.

And that surprised Dima beyond all measure: the member stood so that it was impossible to bend, and the desire to urgently fuck someone from the ladies here was not felt! Even looking at the queen (let it be the queen, but what?) And her companion, he experienced nothing more than aesthetic pleasure and the delight of the artist.

The speech is over. The beauty raised the goblet and took a sip. Those sitting at the table in chorus cried out something approving and drank too. Everything, including tourists. The girlfriend of the Fat One swallowed the contents of the cup in one gulp, and Dima grinned: she was as greedy as her friend. Two of a Kind!

Prisoners, a convoy and a translator were left without drinks. The queen spoke again, turning to her magnificent companion. She folded her hands in front of her face, bowed, and waved to the convoy. The girl with the gun commanded: "Go, Andriambavi calling. "

- Who is calling? - Dmitry specified.

“Princess,” the incomprehensible word “the guard” translated.

“Aha, everything is a princess,” thought Dima.

- And you speak English well, beauty!

Pretty in a low voice said that she graduated from college in the capital, and quite amicably pushed him forward.

- I beg you, sir!

Near Dima considered that the stately beauties - mother and daughter, and not sisters. Wow, but from ten steps they seemed equally young!

Respectfully pointing to the eldest, the princess said:

— Mpanyakavavi te hahafantatra izai tunga avi amin'ni wahini.

The guard has translated:

“The Queen wants to know where the guests came from.”

Dmitry automatically replied:

- From Russia. This is far away, and interrupted himself. - What? Guests? We? Well, you have hospitality! They grabbed the bus, kept it locked up, shot, drank some potion! And now we stand before her majesty hungry and naked ... with erected members!

He pointed to the plump member and jokingly snapped his finger on the head to soften the impression of the outraged outrage. After all, her majesty herself is not at all puritanical. Well, where did you see queens and princesses in a formal setting with bare boobs and no panties?

The queen remained majestically calm and the princess smiled without waiting for the transfer. A girl understands English, don't go to her grandmother, but etiquette stands, speaks only her own language. The translator cut her long phrase ten times:

“The queen and the princess are sure that the minor inconveniences caused to the distinguished guests will pay off with their stay in our tribe.” Highborn hopes that distinguished guests will fulfill the honorable mission for which they had to be brought here.

Dmitry recalled the recently seen Polish film Sex Mission. Oh really? He bowed. Maybe, from the side, the ceremonial bow of the stripped peasant with a member bald and looked hilarious, but no one was going to laugh at the captive guests. The aborigines ate with their eyes, in which lust was read. To test the guess, Dima asked the princess:

- What is the meaning of the mission, oh andriambavi?

Andriambavi she stopped the interpreter who opened her mouth and said in English:

- There are many women in our tribe who want to become mothers again. Today they are gathered here. There are girls in the tribe who have come to become mothers. They also gathered here.

The English companions did not really know, and Dima briefly described the situation, as he understood it himself. He suggested that the fertilization will most likely have to be right here, in front of the amazed public. The men slightly faded.

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