Copyright © 1997 Master Wade. ALL Rights Reserved. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted through mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. MRWADE.321 By Master Wade Antaya: Pleasure Girl Copyright Wade Mondegam, 1997 Antaya didn't care that the men took her when they wanted her. Even when they had lived with the others, in the village by the broad river, it had been their way with her. Now she was the only woman for the six of them. How could she expect anything else? It was all she had to do for them. Somehow they had chosen her for just that and nothing more, unlike many she had known before. There was no cooking for her, nor did they make her scape the hides. If she made clothes it was because she wanted to do it. If she helped make the camps it was simply to make herself more comfortable in them. The men were greedy in their usage of her, but not selfish or cruel. Long ago she had learned how to find her own pleasure in the things they did with her. And if she could find pleasure in it, or not, which she could, why not find it? So she was easy for them, knowing by their looks at her when the time had come for it, and letting them take their pleasure freely for as long as they wanted. They rested her if she grew sore, just as they did the ponies, and only occasionally did more than one mount her at a time. Usually this was when they had been drinking, but when they drank she did as well, so it was not so bad. Antaya knew that her body made her more popular than most, but she never cursed her long legs or full breasts. She was what they called a rafta, a pleasure girl who was, in the minds of the men, made for that usage and that alone. It was a life which spared her much of the drudgery known by other women in exchange for the surrender of her body and sexual favors. Young rafta's, like Antaya, were prized by the men of the tribe, and even older ones, long past their physical prime, were honored and protected. This was in part because they developed sexual skills which were always valuable and which could be, and were, taught to the younger ones. But it was also a part of the respect the men showed them because of the great pleasure they had known from them for many years. An intelligent rafta could control her lot in many ways. Antaya was especially bright, and had been taught by one of the tribe's most famous raftas. Though these six men would never have admitted it, they had been chosen by Antaya more than she had been chosen by them. She had used her beauty and her skills at seduction in influencing the selection process from the very beginning, making those she most wanted to serve want her more than the others. Even now she controlled the fires of her men's passions with great skill, feeding their hungers when it was convenient for her so that they would spend their energies on her at times that pleased her, rather than always being taken at their whim. This was easily done by the careful exposure of her body to them, by her choice of postures, even by knowing when to smile and when not to. While it was more a way of life for her than a game, it was a challenge she enjoyed. Only one of the men saw through her ruses. Perhaps she had allowed that. She often wondered. He was the best of them, the one who made her own spirit rise highest. He also was the leader, which made it easier for him to assert his will over her and when he would enjoy her. It was not uncommon for her to be interrupted in her seduction of one of the other men by this one who watched and grew aroused by her. She often thought he especially liked watching her excite the other men, even to the point that he may have even especially enjoyed seeing them use her. That was fine with Antaya, who found his hot gaze made her even wetter and more eager to have men inside her. Two seasons found Antaya busiest in her service of the men, Winter and Summer. When the big snows came and hunting slowed she was kept often on her back on the furs, both day and night. In the summer, even though the men were busy, they kept her naked, a condition which increased their interest in her. A successful hunt also seemed to arouse them, and a big take from the forests would almost always bring with it much coupling. Bentrab, the leader whose usage Antaya most favored, was almost insatiable in the summer months. Almost never did a day pass when he failed to take her during the warmer weather, and after a hunt when the others were taking their turns with her frequently, he commonly inserted himself over and over again into the grunting order, barely letting another one finish with her before taking her again himself. Bentrab was built like a leader, larger than the other men in all ways, and most especially in that way which pushed Antaya more deeply into the furs, or against the bark of some tree. This was pleasing to Antaya, this greater girth and length, even when Bentrab chose to enter her from behind or to simply take her mouth. Her pleasure in it was impossible to hide, a fact which made Bentrab's leadership even more certain among the other men. More than once he had asserted himself among them by simply pulling Antaya to him and demonstrating this difference in himself and the others. Antaya took special care of Bentrab and his mark of leadership. Each evening before he slept Antaya gently washed him there and annointed him with a soothing balm of herbs and oils. Bentrab would allow no similar service of the other men, but made certain that her care of him was done in front of them, so that they could see her special attention and the loving way that she handled him and caressed him. Often, when she had finished, Antaya would lay his thickness against his thigh and hold it gently there with her small hand, resting her head on his leg with her lips gently placed against the broad shaft of him. She would lay there quietly in the light of the fire, her legs often opened purposely toward the others. Though they often desired it, none took her at these times, accepting Bentrab's leadership and this symbol of her confirmation of it. Only once in the six years Antaya had served as rafta for these men had Bentrab allowed any cruelty to touch her. Even then Bentrab had chosen to allow it as a lesson to her, rather than as an entertainment, in spite of the fact that such cruelties were sometimes frequently allowed by other leaders. It had been summer, and the band had moved far from the plains which were home to them, into the foothills of the high mountains. It was an alien land to Antaya, with many unusual sights and experiences. It was also a land full of game, and while the hunt often increased the appetites of the men for her, Antaya found them so tired from hunting that she was almost ignored for long stretches of time. This was so unusual and different that Antaya found it troubling. She had come to depend on the lust of the men for the satisfaction of her own needs, and this sudden interruption left her surprisingly needy. None of her usual charms appeared to be sufficient to alter the course of things. The previous winter had been a hard one. Faced with this great abundance of game and the opportunity to lay aside supplies far greater than normal, the men were simply too busy to pay her much attention. Antaya entertained herself by taming several of the members of a roaming band of wild dogs which had joined them. Bentrab did not discourage her, as there was plenty of food for the animals and as they served well in keeping other varmits away from the day's catch during the long summer nights. There were no set rules for raftas where sex with animals was concerned. Some leaders, Antaya had been told, trained raftas to service ponies for the entertainment of visiting leaders, but Antaya had never actually seen this. Dogs were for the most part wild and undomesticated, and were more often driven away than encouraged to stay close, and it had never occurred to Antaya that one of them would show an interest in sex with a rafta, or any other woman, for that matter. But as Antaya began earning the trust of these wild dogs she found one of them in particular to begin showing a great amount of interest in her scent. Perhaps her lack of usage by the men had increased it, or perhaps this gnawing need she felt inside had fed it, but whichever the case, this largest of the dogs was forever sniffing at her naked crotch. Antaya was at first bothered by this and tried to push the animal away. But there was no denying that she found the dog's large rough tongue inviting, and that she began to find herself wondering what it would be like to allow him to lick at her wetness. When she finally surrendered to her hungers and opened herself to the animal, Antaya found that he was more than capable of bringing her pleasure with his hungry lapping. It was something none of the men would do to her. In fact no one had ever done this to her. She knew that some of the raftas were said to do it to each other, but none had ever done it to her. Until now she had felt no great loss in that, but this was incredible, and she began to allow it regularly and to encourage the animal frequently. It was a short step from wanting the dog to feed on her juices to needing his humping hips against hers, and the dog, though smaller than Bentrab, was not measureably smaller than some of the men who took her, making him much more fulfilling than she had imagined he would be. She began to take him often, finding enjoyment even in the lodging of the big knot inside her and the locking that occurred when he had finished with her. All was well until Bentrab and the others returned home early one day to catch her with the dog inside her. The others were amused, and found the entire situation a source of great amusement. For Bentrab, however, it was an embarrassment. The truth, which he could not admit to anyone under the circumstances, was that he was greatly aroused by seeing his rafta in this condition and by the knowledge that her passion was such that she would allow and even encourage such a bizarre coupling. But it was a joke to the others, and he could not, nor would not, allow her to be the butt of their humor. Savagely, he killed the dog, cutting it away from Antaya, and driving the other dogs away immediately. He tied Antaya to a nearby tree and beat her cruely. This he repeated for two days, until Antaya was too weak to take it anymore. Only then did he take her down and lay her body on the furs, leaving her alone to heal herself while the men went back to their hunt. After that Antaya had never encouraged animals, though she still found the memory of it exciting. Eventually Bentrab admitted to her that he had been made hot by her lust, and promised that someday he would give her those pleasures again when it could be done without the others knowledge of it. This pleased Antaya, and even though the cruel beating was a constant memory for her, she found this secret the two of them now shared to bind her even more closely to Bentrab. She told him also of the dog's tongue and of the pleasure it had given her, and Bentrab further promised that he would put her with other raftas when the time was right. Bentrab's fame as a great hunter and great leader grew rapidly. His people moved from the plains closer to the mountains which were so rich in game, and what had once been a nomadic society began to change in many ways. No longer was it necessary to be constantly on the move. It was possible to build homes in which to live from the adobe clay. Bentrab's people learned to make clay pots and other utensils, many of which were traded with other tribes for the output of their own labor. The raftas still provided their much desired services, but became less the companions of hunting bands and more the servants of a less nomadic society. Men of power and wealth, like Bentrab, kept their raftas in the home, sharing them with other men only when it pleased them to do so. Men of lesser means took their pleasure from the raftas who served in the inns where they gathered to drink and eat and make merry. Antaya liked the changes which had occurred. She had always considered herself owned more by Bentrab than by the others, and there was no question about that being the case anymore. She lived in the home of Bentrab and continued to serve him at his pleasure, much as before. Only now there were no other men living with them. Those she had served before still came to Bentrab's home for pleasure from her, but it was clear they had only that right to her favors which Bentrab allowed them. That he continued to allow it frequently was, Antaya understood, only a concession to his enjoyment of seeing it, and to his recognition of her need for it. He was no longer under any obligation to permit it if he chose not to do so. Other happy circumstances began to result from these changes. As Bentrab had promised, he brought other raftas into the home, young and very beautiful ones who were eager to gain the approval of their clan's famous leader. This approval they earned quickly by paying skillful and eager attention to Antaya, who found their hungry devotion to her opened legs at least as pleasurable as the avid lapping of the dog so long ago. Bentrab placed no limit on these visits by other raftas, only requiring that Antaya ask him for their pleasure, an act which he enjoyed almost as much as seeing them service his girl. Antaya recognized his joy in her making the requests and made them in a manner and with a frequency which brought them both continual joy. She also discovered that Bentrab was especially pleased if she were the lapping girl with the other raftas, and if her need of them was obviously based on a hunger to taste their juices. This excited her, to find him so aroused at her want for it, and it became something which fed on itself, his passion increasing hers, her passion increasing his, until the mere mention of another rafta by Bentrab would make Antaya tremble with such desire and need that she could hardly stand. The smell and taste, and even the thought of it, filled Antaya with rapturous longings and heat to the point that there were times when she would have done anything to get some of it. This she whispered to Bentrab, her body pressed against his, her hand grasping him and working him, until he could stand it no longer and would drive into her with a passion only hinted at in the past. It was impossible to keep Antaya's growing hunger for other raftas a secret, such were the great numbers and variety of them who came to Bentrab's home. This did nothing to diminish Antaya or Bentrab in the eyes of their clanspeople, who had always placed great importance on passion. For Antaya to desire one's rafta was a sign of great favor, and men constantly beseeched Bentrab to allow Antaya to sample this rafta of theirs whom they believed she might find especially pleasing. Bentrab was generous with those who pleased his Antaya with their offerings, and often invited them to enjoy his rafta themselves. To have been invited to take Antaya became a great honor, much sought by men of great wealth, not only in this clan's village, but in other villages far from Bentrab's domain. Two young raftas from a village which lay just on the other side of the big mountain became so hungry for the beautiful Antaya that they began sneaking across the mountain to be with her. Antaya warned the girls that they were courting danger, but could not help taking great pleasure in the way the girls lusted for her juices. Even more, she found the scent and taste of the two raftas so compelling and unique that she longed to place her own mouth on them at least as much as they longed for her. One was a dark girl, as they were called. No one knew where such girls came from, or what caused their only pinkness to be that which lay deeply inside the birth hole, but Antaya ached to lick deeply in that very pinkness, and found her impossible to resist. The other girl was a yellow hair who had never learned the native tongue which Antaya spoke, but who never wanted her legs to close or a mouth not to be on her. The yellow hair was newly fresh, and heavy with milk for her baby, and Antaya fed from her as well, often while the dark girl ate between the fair skinned legs. Bentrab worried about the two girls coming to his rafta in the night, knowing they were owned girls who were making this trip without permission. But the dark girl begged for him in her back hole, something Bentrab enjoyed, especially because she was so round and full and pushed so nicely against his belly when he took her from behind. He loved the milky one as well, and most of all loved the way his Antaya fed so deeply in them. Tragedy came when the owner of the two raftas discovered their disobedience. Angered by the willingness of the leader of this other tribe to allow such a thing to continue, he led a small band of warriors into the village, also at night, and catching his girls with Bentrab and Antaya, slew both his raftas, and Antaya with them. Bentrab waged war on the tribe and drove them from their camps, but nothing would bring Antaya back. Bentrab took no other rafta for himself after her death, and spent his last days overseeing the work of artisans who carved beautiful images of Antaya into the clay walls of their village. Long after her death, and after the death of all who had known her, Antaya was remembered by the natives, and her name became a part of the language, coming to mean "One who feeds and is never full." The End -- Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! http://pw1.netcom.com/~mrdouble/main/stories.html Be There.....