There Will Be Scritches

--- He1291e139L's perspective---

I land the private capsule in a shuttlepark at 20.247675N, -61.163062W, 582.053m down a hill from a meadhall and house of worship on the Southwestern tip of Nýr Norðlands.

Standing between 9.527m and 13.849m from the port side of the craft is a crowd of seven individuals.

Tuun 'Elf', total trips taken; 8,081. Victor 'Cuddles' Taylor, total trips taken; 34. Lloyd 'Lush' Leaf, Sigrid 'Babe' Valley, Chelsea Leaf and Arthur Leaf, total trips taken; 11.

Finally, the one who hailed this transport and the one I've flown the least at only 5 trips, Treg 'Tea' Leaf.

Unusually, she has specified custom coordinates, 24.556903N, -47.635978W, 1,391.148957km from here.

They are approximately 42.982408% of the way between the coordinates I dropped her off at 6 days 3hrs 21mins 34secs ago and those I picked her up from 17hrs 41mins 12secs ago.

I suppose she wants to take her partners back to a section she considers a highlight.

The tall Levantine Neanderthal woman turns around and announces "Alright, our chariot awaits(!)" handing the toddler on her hip over to the tall and bulky Sapiens man.

Instantly, the Leaf boy begins screaming as if he thinks the world is ending and reaching for his mother with a pair of tiny hands.

She gives a sympathetic frown and reaches to clasp his left forearm in her right hand, reassuring "We'll be back this evening, Arty… Please be good for Uncle Victor!" in the way that mothers of infants do that lets the child know they are heard but doesn't entertain the possibility that the thrown tantrum will actually alter any outcomes "Chelsea, you be good too!"

"Yes Mummy." nods the slightly older child.

"Good luck, Vicky(!)" smirks the woman at the man holding her screaming, squirming offspring.

"Sure we'll have tonnes of fun!" he smiles back, optimistically.

"Have a great hen-do, babes!" she says to the Don woman I'm most familiar with of the group.

"I'll do my best(!)" answers Tuun.

"Alright you two! Let's go!" she says to the slim, dark haired Sapiens and the cerulean eyed, brunette half.

The trio climb aboard into the limousine like interior and drop their bags to the floor, immediately afterward putting to rest any curiosity I was entertaining that the Sapiens and half might've been having an illicit affair behind the Neanderthal's back by the intimate way all three arrange themselves on a seat together, her at the centre with an arm around each of the other two.

"Good morning and welcome aboard your privately chartered transport to specified coordinates in proximity to Lake Nykursvatn. My name is Heili and I will be your pilot today." I cheerfully announce into the cabin in English, tautologising the word 'lake', for their benefit, to shortcut potential confusion "Our arrival is projected to take approximately 40mins. Do you have any requests I could accommodate to make your journey more enjoyable?"

"Err… Not really? Maybe just give us some privacy back here if you can?" considers the one who hailed the transport, slightly amusingly referring to the interior as 'back here', as if she thinks I'm sitting in a front compartment, a pair of physical hands on a physical steering wheel.

"Of course." I accede "Interior cameras and announcements will be deactivated for the duration of the journey and the next time you will hear my voice will be upon our arrival. Should you need to speak to me for any reason, you may do so either via your holo or by pushing the intercom buttons I'm highlighting for you now. Enjoy your trip."

I turn off all monitoring devices (becoming blind to whatever transpires inside), take off and begin accelerating, aligning the capsule to point to 70.034°, East Northeast.

---Treg's perspective---

I step out of the limo into the open ground at the side of an absolutely gorgeous lake.

I recorded half a dozen different spots along the first half of Vicky's stag-do hike to serve as potential playgrounds for us three but none of them topped this one, before or after.

Spectacular scenery, days' walk from the nearest town, clear lakeside to serve as a good 'hunting' ground, not a troll or other animal dangerous enough to be tagged in 20km and, best of all, a cozy cave to serve as a venue to change and retire to… after the 'hunt'(!)

My cuties step out of the capsule behind me, warmed up but without their appetites being spoiled for the main course(!)

The capsule takes off and flies away.

We need to be back for this evening so, accounting for the travel times (back from the cave to this spot and flying back to the meadhall) and leaving a little time to get changed and packed, we've got about 7 hours.

We did discuss splitting up and hiding our bags separately but rightly came to the conclusion that hiding our bags in 2 or 3 different spots left the possibility that one or more of us would forget where we'd hidden them and cause delays… Plus, after a session isn't a time you wanna be splitting up.

Much as I don't really want to give them spoilers, taking them to the cave first just made sense.

I take out my holo to check my bearings.

I turn to Lloyd and Sig and point authoritatively up the river into the forest to say "Cave's this way… You both ready to go?"

They both nod, adorably.

God, I'm gonna enjoy this!

---Sigrid's perspective---

Still dressed in my normal, 28th Century hiking gear, I'm being pressed into a cave wall by my (similarly dressed) girlfriend's full weight as we wait for her husband/my boyfriend to finish changing, around the corner, between us and the cavemouth where we don't have line of sight on him.

She gathers my wrists and pushes them against the wall over my head, pinning them there.

She crushes the back of my head into the stone with the force of the kiss she subjects me to.

She's so hot!

Her gorgeously full figure… her stunningly brown, freckled skin… her captivating bright green eyes… her burning, blood red hair… None of these are the hottest thing about her.

Don't get me wrong! If I didn't know her from Eve and just saw her photo or walked past her on the street, I'd definitely call her a 10/10 in objective terms (as much as there can be any such thing as 'objective' attractiveness(!)) and a 15/10 in terms of my own tastes.

I mean… I did the first time she and Lloyd ever came to the POH!

My head was swimming with fantasies about them before either of them had said a word!

It's just that all her pussytinglingly good looks are amplified ×1,000 times over by her confidence, her swagger, her selfpossession… She doesn't just take what she wants, she makes you glad to give it to her!

She's the kind of Domme I wish I could be but, when we work together, she makes me feel elevated instead of diminished!

It's not a comparison I think she'd be pleased with but she kind of reminds me of my parents' description of that one really good lieutenant they fought under during the War. The one who turned their platoon into a well oiled machine and made them feel invincible on the battlefield so long as he was commanding!

Of course, the flipside of her being such a good Domme is that I'm worrying that my switchdom is in jeopardy(!)

She feels so good to sub for that I'm concerned I might steadily get less and less interested in being anything but(!)

I just make a mental note to request to coDomme next time when I realise I've been failing to pay the proper attention to the heartfluttering situation I'm currently in!

I refocus on my girlfriend a moment before she slips her hand into the front of my trousers and I'm suddenly unable to think of much of anything anymore…

The heat and smell of her breath on my face… her strength as she pins me into the wall… the way her fingers tease my sex… It's all driving me crazy!

After some amount of time I wasn't adequately able to keep track of, a male voice speaking English with a wonderfully melodious Welsh accent echoes over the sound of the crackling, smokeless fire "Alright, ladies! I'm changed and I'm heading out! Don't get so involved with eachother that you forget about me, look you(!)"

Tea pulls her lips off of mine just far enough to shout back "You better have slutted it up, Lloyd(!) It's warm enough you've got no excuse not to be showin' us a bit of skin(!)"

"I don't think you'll be disappointed(!)… Are you two going to be working together on this one or…?"

"No more spoilers! You've already seen the cave… Just go back to the lake and look pretty while you wait and see(!)… And remember… we're not doing languages this time! Mid20th Century rules! We all speak the same language with no acknowledgement of how little sense that makes(!)"

"Alright! I'll be sure and only speak English for the few moments my mouth isn't stuffed with my own loincloth(!)"

"Spoilers(!)" objects Tea with a grin and a sigh.

"Oh no(!)… Now you know I'm wearing the loincloth you specifically requested(!)" answers Lloyd.

"Lake! Looking pretty! Ready to be taken advantage of! Now!" she orders.

"I'm going, I'm going!" he says, his voice receding.

She looks down and purses her lips in contemplation.

"Not a bad idea, though?… Gaggin' him with his own loincloth… Pretty hot!… Kinda pissed off I didn't think of it!"

"You… should probably let me go so I can get changed too, Tea…" I smile.

"Yeah… prob'ly…" she says, snapping her attention back to me with a teasing grin before leaning in for another kiss.

"*mmuah*… So… *mmmhm* …are you going to(?)" I ask in the moments my mouth is free.

"Hhhhhm…" she pretends to think before "…yeah…" removing her pinioning weight and releasing me "Lloyd's right… Can't just leave him alone out there… all submissive and breedable(!)… Who knows who might come along to take advantage(!)"

"Aside from us you mean(?)" I smile.

"Course(!)" she smirks "Can't let all that sexy manmeat get filched away from us(!)… You go get changed out there. I'll get changed here and give you a 2min headstart, just so we don't awkwardly run into eachother on the way!… Let's give our man a good show, alright?"

"Let's!" I nod, happily.

"And may the best woman win(!)"

I sigh and shake my head "You already know you will(!)"

---Lloyd's perspective---

Oooooh, I'm just a poor, skinny, unarmed Sapiens boy, hanging out alone on the shore of a sparkling lake, wearing nothing but a loincloth and a pair of sandals(!)… Sure hope no big strong women come along and have their wicked way with me(!) I'd be completely helpless(!) Oooooh… just thinking about all the things they'd do to me… *sigh*… is giving me an erection!

I stop and take a few deep breaths to calm down.

It would rather spoil things for my wife and girlfriend if, rather than 'innocent Sapiens boy ready to be taken advantage of' they found a 'horny Sapiens boy with fully erect cock barely disguised by the length of cloth passed simply between his legs and over his belt'… or maybe it wouldn't?… It wasn't the scenario agreed but I'm fairly sure my wife would pivot quickly… She's remarkably adaptable when it comes to maintaining scene integrity!

'Boy'… may also be a little too generous(!)

At 38 (40 next year) I'd be staring squarely down the barrel of twinkdeath if not for regen keeping me looking like a spritely young man in his early 20s(!)

I'd have crowsfeet… I'd be getting a paunch… It would be increasingly awkward trying to pretend my wife (7 years my junior) and girlfriend (12 years my junior) were the same age or older than me in scenes.

As grateful as I am that I'll never have to look into a mirror with horror at the aging man looking back at me, I do rather wonder what effects being one of the first generation of Humans never to see themself age is going to end up having on my psyche… What happens when minds adapted to spend decades slowly coming to terms with the fact that they're aging and will eventually die suddenly don't have to anymore?

OK, that's a bit heady for the current situation(!)… I'm just a dim little Sapiens boy who's wandered away from his tribe! Head empty, no thoughts!

I decide to frolic back along the beach, hugging the edge where the tall grass creates numerous potential ambush spots while training my gaze out on the water… for no particular reason(!)

As I jog along the black sand at the boundary of the beach, I do begin to wonder where the pair hunting me are!

They didn't actually get so wrapped up with their cwtching and snogging that they forgot about me, did they?

I don't have a timekeeping device tucked alongside my tadger so I can't know exactly but I feel like I've been down here looking free for the taking for about half an hour now!

I suppose, if they're working together, they might've stopped to select a suitable pole, long enough, strong enough, straight enough and smooth enough to lash my wrists and feet to, to bring me back to the cave by a tribal carry?

Maybe the best one they could find needed a bit of debarking?

Alright Lloyd, don't second guess their plans for you! Just because they were 'competing' last time, doesn't necessarily mean they'll be cooperating this one!

You just need to stand here looking pretty and grabbable and wait for them to come and oblige(!)

It always feels like hours but (those occasions where we've worn bodycameras indicate) it's probably only actually been 10mins or so!

Just focus on your freedom for the moment without getting too impatient to have it taken away!

They're probably both watching me right now and waiting for me to get close.

They know I'd outrun them if I see them coming on open ground so they're hunting like Neanderthals; hide and wait, rapid burst of speed, takedown, victory!

I'm just drawing up to another of the lake's feed rivers when I notice that the entire mouth is a morass of slimy black mud.

I take a sniff.

I'm pleasantly surprised by the fact that it doesn't have the rancid smell I'd expect mud that colour to be… Still, I don't particularly want to get dirty enough that they decide I need to be washed off in the lake before they take me back!

I'm guessing the water's freezing cold, even if the air's nice and warm.

Let's maybe just turn around and-

*Boosh* is the sound of something dense utterly blindsiding me and knocking me to the sand.

"Ugh!" I grunt as I start picking myself up.

I'm half way up when strong hands seize me and yank me the rest of the way to my feet!

My right arm is twisted behind my back.

A powerful left arm wraps over my left shoulder and clasps a hand at the back of my neck.

Something hard, round and solid presses into the back top of my left upperarm, preventing me from reaching behind myself.

I turn my head to look into a fleshless Human skull with two cerulean blue eyes peering through its eyesockets.

"Tallman…" growls the woman with my arm in a hammerlock behind me "… It's been about 30 turns of the Sun since any of your kind came to these lands… The elders tell us you were all. so. helpless, the tribes couldn't be blamed for stealing you away(!)… That's how I was made… A Strongman father took a Tallwoman back to the Tribe of the Bones before you all fled back across the sea… Aaaalways felt bad for my mother… taken just because she was a woman!… I think I'll settle her score for her today!"

I shriek as I'm hurled down into the tall grass at the edge of the mudslide.

I roll over and see her for the first time.

Before me stands a woman with her usually gorgeously sleek brown hair backbrushed into an impressive lion's mane.

Her upper face is covered by a skull mask, the rare Neanderthal blue eyes she inherited from her father shining through it.

Her chest is covered by an armoured bone bikini that very much fits the brief of '1960s style; titillation trumps realism or logic'.

Her broad shoulders, muscular arms, washboard stomach and the almost entirety of her powerful legs are left bare for me to marvel at.

Her crotch is covered by a loincloth with a very similar configuration to mine; a long length of fabric looped between the legs with a simple belt securing it around the hips and ends allowed to form two pelvic curtains at the front and back, only disguising genitals, arsecrack and thighgap.

Her feet are wrapped in a pair of very strappy sandals that look a little more Roman than Palaeolithic… but, again, fit the brief.

All told, she is the very epitome of the sexy barbarian warrior woman and I can almost see a Harryhausenesque claymation dinosaur stalking over the landscape behind her(!)

I extend an open palm from my position in the grass and attempt to reason with the cavewoman "Now… Miss…"

Her head twitches and her eyes narrow.

"Ma'am! Sorry! Ma'am!" I correct myself "When you say 'settle the score' for your mother, do you mean…?"

"Taking you back to Bone Tribe's camp to be my man!" she sneers as if I'm being dense.

"Erm… OK… Hooooow would that settle the score created by your father kidnapping your mother from my people… exactly?" I ask, confused.

"That way we've taken one woman, one man… gender equality, obviously!" she says advancing on me through the grass.

"I… see… Well, that's certainly a very… interesting definition of gender equality but… might I suggest an alternative way to even things up?"

The warrior queen with the skull face stops where she stands and looks down on me a moment before exhorting "Spit it out then!"

"Well… it occurs to me that the… main problem with your tribe kidnapping your mother from my people isn't actually that they didn't get an equal number of men and women, it's that they got anyone at all! Wouldn't a better way of evening the score be if you came back to my tribe with me?… That way your tribe would repay the debt your father incurred by taking your mother? A woman taken, a woman given back?… And… well, you seem perfectly lovely so… if you still wanted to after we'd spent some time getting to know one another, I could become your man in my tribe… How does that sound?"

She narrows her eyes at me for a moment before saying "Nice try, Tallman!… That weird Tallman logic won't work on me!… I like being a Bonewoman, even if I am half Tallman! I'm going to take you back to Bone Tribe to father my children and it's as simple as that!… First though…"

The powerful woman swoops her body down on top of me, rolling me over before pinning me down beneath her bulk and twisting both my arms behind my back.

I feel my wrists being firmly lashed together and to my rope belt before she pivots around to bind my ankles, carelessly plucking off and tossing away my sandals as she does.

I'm flipped over once again and my tied arms are squashed into the grass beneath both my weight and hers.

"HELP M-mmmph!" I begin screaming, only to have her silence me with a ferocious kiss.

Her skull mask crushes my nose and cheeks… causing pain that is delightful to this little masochist.

She pulls away from the kiss and finishes "I'm going to have a little sample of you… See if Tallmen really are as… satisfying as everyone says(!)"

The cloth pouch containing my manhood begins to get tighter and, this time, there's no calming down from it!

She notices, grinding her loinclothed crotch into mine for a better feel.

I briefly have to silence the mental voice that chimes in every time I'm intimate with Sigrid, without Tea present, to tell me that I'm being unfaithful.

I need to remind myself that this is all consensual, in accordance with our boundaries and that Tea was the one who first advocated not to have a rule that all three of us need to be present for intimacy to occur!

Tea had some experience with polyamory in her commune in Couze… Sigrid's the first person I've ever engaged in nonmonogamy with (knowingly and consensually at least… Not sure I'd count Lewis's serial philandery as nonmonogamy on my part(!)) so I guess I'm still getting used to it?

Definitely no part of me wants to eject Sigrid from the relationship and go back to how things were. I love the way the three of us are together! I just need to remember the old adage; anxiety lies!

Of course, as she grasps the front pelvic curtain of my loincloth and begins pulling it upwards at a 45° angle to my chest, gliding the fabric over my cock, balls and arse, she does a good job of silencing any thoughts of anything else(!)

She slides the last of the cloth beneath my ropebelt at the back, baring my bottom against the bristly grass, then, a moment later, slides it out of the top of the rope belt, just beneath my bellybutton, exposing my erect cock and tossing my last garment (unless you count the three pieces of rope still secured around me at various points) away behind her.

She laughs with cruel satisfaction when she sees it and taunts "Looks like you're excited to become my man, Tallman(!) Maybe Tallmen just like being kidnapped… That it(?) Well, in that case, let's not waste any time and-*OOOF*"

Her sentence and her pushing her own loincloth aside were both cut short by her being suddenly hurled off me to my right.

She flattens the narrow curtain of grass that was separating us from the mud and rolls and skids through it for an IMPOSSIBLE distance, her pale skin, light clothing and bone armour becoming mostly obscured by the slick, black sludge.

She loses her skull mask and, from the way she has it closed beneath a dark streak painted over that side of her face, apparently gets mud in her right eye.

She skids to a halt and glares overtop of me, baring her teeth in fury.

I turn my head and see a light brown leg, covered in freckles, ending in a wide, bare foot, still hovering in the air above my naked body where, moments ago, was the side of the Bonewoman's ribcage.

---Treg's perspective---

I bring my flat foot to the naked Sapiens boy's flat chest and bring down just enough of my weight to squash him into the grass, all while maintaining eyecontact with the deliciously muscular, muddy brunette I just punted off him.

My plump body is clad only in a lab grown snowleopard fur bikini that very much could've been on the cover of a trashy mid20th Century pulp magazine or movie poster (if on a much more conventionally attractive Sapiens girl who'd likely have been less than half my weight(!)), a lab grown woolly mammoth cape hanging from my shoulders.

"Run on home, girl… This man's not yours." I say in a cool, level voice, purposefully leaving my own intentions for him unstated in a way I hope he picks up on and plays along with.

"Fuck off, Leopardwoman!" snarls the mouthwateringly sexy musclegirl in the bone armour "The Tallman is on Bone Tribe lands! That makes him Bone Tribe prey!"

She still has one eye closed, presumably from having mud in it.

Can't be too bad if she hasn't used the safeword to call a halt to things but I make a mental note to check it out later.

Getting an eye regened is a bitch!

I bring myself back to the present moment, 'yes-and'ing her proclamation by answering "That so?… Well… I'm on Bone Tribe lands right now… That make me Bone Tribe prey?" with a sadistic smile.

Sigrid does a fantastic job of acting like she's hesitating over the implied challenge before bluffing "N-not if you leave this place now and leave him. here!"

I grin, stepping out onto the mud, walking over to where she kneels to loom over her and menacing "And… if I don't, Bonegirl?… Whatchu gonna do 'bout it?"

She hesitates another moment… then lunges for me with a mudslicked, open right hand.

I snatch her wrist but am a fraction of a second too late to keep her from planting a muddy handprint over my face before I pull it back.

She swings for me with her left which I catch as well.

I lean down with a cocky smirk on my muddy face and, in a low growl, ask "You think you're strong because you can catch a Tallboy, girl? Let me show you what real strength looks like…"

Once again, I raise my right foot and positively launch it into the girl's belly, rocketing her backwards into a mudpool.

Having managed to stay standing, I reach to the knot at my clavicle and begin unfastening it.

---Sigrid's perspective---

Every last centimetre of my skin, hair and clothing is drenched in the black silt I was just hurled into!

She managed to kick my stomach in a way that avoided winding me too bad but I need to open my eyes soon or this fight will be over too quickly!

I struggle to my feet, curl both hands into scoops and bring my fingertips to the sides of my nose.

Scraping across my eyelids a few times, I manage to claw away most of the sediment that accumulated there… enough that I'm willing to risk opening my eyes at least.

My vision returns just in time for me to see the gloriously plump, freckled redhead tossing her fur cape onto the grass behind her with the wide eyed man serving as the prize for this fight.

I scream and charge back up the muddy slope at my opponent.

With speed, agility and stability I couldn't hope to match, she darts out of my way the moment before I reach her and spins to land a shin directly into my stomach, sending me flying.

I feel a hand grip the back of my loincloth… Oh, no!

I scream as, with a single, fluid, brutally powerful motion, she strips it off of me in a way that makes the more than a metre of muddy fabric feel like sandpaper against the sum of the most sensitive areas of my body!

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I glare back and see her tossing it away behind her to her left to land with a *splat* on the dry beach sand.

Spotting an opening, I shoot my right leg between her feet and hook the back of her right ankle, dragging it out from beneath her and causing her to fall into the mud for the first time, landing on her right side and sliding about 2m down the slope, staining her carmine hair with the black mud.

She whips her handprinted face to me, green eyes glowing, not with anger but with glee!

"Nice one, Bonegirl!" my enemy says with genuine appreciation while getting onto her hands and knees and reorienting to face me "But that's the last you'll get, I'm afraid!"

She straightens her legs to hurl herself towards me over the mud.

She hits me hard and wraps me in her arms, crushing my ribs and forcing the breath from my lungs in a way that makes fully clear the disparity between the strength of a full Neanderthal and the strength of a half!

"You know, babes…" she says, sparing a hand to reach between my shoulderblades and unclasp my bone breastplate which falls into the mud between our feet before manoeuvring herself behind me, speaking only loud enough for me to hear and not loud enough for the skinny, dark haired man ogling my newly bared, muddy breasts from the bank to catch a word "…I was gonna let you go once I'd beaten you… let you run back to your tribe and tell 'em how the mean old Leopardlady'd stolen your prize away from you… but, seein' just how cute you are when you're angry, filthy and losin', think I might just help myself to both of you(!) How's that sound(?) You're half Tallwoman, right? Sex slavery's in your blood, ain't it(?)"

She reaches to my chest and starts squeezing.

"Niiiiice tits, girl!" she appreciates in a way that makes me (but not my character) suddenly have a lot less desire to fight her "Think I'll enjoy addin' you to my breedin' cage(!) How 'bout you just stop fightin' an' accept your fate(?)"

Summoning the will to keep this scene going a little longer, I roar "NEVER!" and explode my elbows outwards, taking her by surprise enough to overcome the bearhug she had me locked in.

As she said before, I don't manage to knock her over again, just cause her to stumble back.

I wheel around to face her, my posture low and predatory.

Recovering fast, she matches me.

We circle eachother for a few long moments, each of us trying to feint the other into overcommitting in a way we can use to our advantage.

Her wide, bare, flat feet give her much better balance than I have in the strappy sandals I'm still wearing, a fact that only becomes obvious to me as my right foot loses traction and slips through the mud, sending me down to one knee.

With a predatory grin, the woman seizes her chance, exploding towards me while twisting her entire body around to wind up her left arm.

Reversing the twist, a monstrously powerful open handed strike begins screaming through the air towards my right cheek.

A moment before she connects, I make the decision to end the fight.

The hand meets my cheek and I take the dive, collapsing backwards to the ground, rolling over once and going limp, defeated…

My soon-to-be captor stands over me for a second, unwinded.

Then, a strong hand encloses my strappily laced ankle and begins dragging me through the mud towards the beach.

---Lloyd's perspective---

I watch as the plump, freckled, mostly nude woman part covered in mud drags the muscular, pale skinned, entirely nude, entirely mudcovered one by the ankle, only stopping to retrieve the bone breastplate from where it fell.

The mudslicked breasts of the one apparently knocked out cold do some… interesting things as her arms form a Y shape over her head from the drag.

I have to say, having women mudwrestle for me is a new one and I definitely found it more… exhilarating than I would've thought!

The victor deposits the vanquished on the beach at the end of the channel of flattened grass I made with my backwards crawl.

Rather than turning to deal with me, she first walks down the beach to the clear lakewater that exists just a little away from the mouth of the mud flume.

I watch as she submerges herself and begins washing off the filth that she's half covered in.

Her hands sensuously depress the layer of fat that obscures the impressive musculature beneath.

She repeatedly dips her bright red hair into the lakewater before wringing it out, getting it a little cleaner with each repetition.

My erection intensifies.

Once she's satisfied with her cleanliness, she turns around and swaggers back up the beach towards me.

Stepping over the still muddy woman lying on the sand, she approaches me through the grass.

She briefly steps to my left and retrieves my loincloth and a satchel she must have dropped before her opening strike.

She throws her bag and my only modesty covering onto my stomach with careless confidence.

"Oh!" I squeak as the conquering queen wordlessly bends down to scoop her bag and my bound, naked and scaroused body from where they both left me to have their fight.

She turns and walks back to the beach, depositing me in the sand next to the naked, muddy, 'unconscious' one.

She goes to my feet and begins working to undo the lashings between my ankles.

Having caught on to the possible misunderstanding she's left open to me, I say "Thank you, Ma'am! Thank you so much!"

"What for?" she grunts.

"For rescuing me from that woman! For freeing me!" I say with all the earnestness I can muster.

"Freein' you?" she chuckles, ceasing her untying and looking up to meet my eyes "Now… who said anythin' about that(?)"

My face falls in horror as I ask "But… you just fought that woman? Told her to leave me alone? Told her I wasn't hers?"

"Well, of course you ain't… You're all mine!… Both of you are aaaaall mine!" she grins, gesturing between me and the limp woman covered in filth.

"But…? But…? If you aren't freeing me… why are you untying me?" I ask, my voice scared and confused.

"Oh this?" she asks, pulling up the rope from my ankles to show me "Yeah… I just thought this'd be the right length to tie up her wrists… Got a rope in my bag but it's long and I don't wanna coffle you guys up before I'd washed her off… Didn't mean to give you false hope for freedom, sweetie!" she smiles, sitting her crushing weight down on my chest, pulling my loincloth from her shoulder and tying a ball in the middle of its length "Nooooow… I don't really think you need that mouth for anythin' just at the moment so open wiiide…!"

I open my mouth to object but the cloth ball is stuffed between my teeth faster than I can form any words, the trailing ends passing behind my head and being fastened there.

"Lovely!" she grins maliciously at me without getting off of my chest to let me take a proper breath.

She leans down to put her unobstructed mouth half a handwidth from my gagged one.

"I'm just gonna wash off our other playmate there, boy… then we can all go back to my tribe's lands and have a bit of fun together, alright(?)" she leers "You might have your feet unbound but… pleeeeease don't get any bright ideas about runnin' for it… You want to be a good boy for me, don't you?… Good boys do as they're told!… Don't want me to have to punish you, right?"

I shake my head, quivering as I meet her eyes.

"Good!" she beams, suddenly cheery.

She gets off my chest and I take a gasping breath through my nose and around my gag.

I turn my head to watch her walk towards the motionless woman lying on the black sand, entirely coated in black mud, stopping to snatch up the ankle rope as she does.

---Treg's perspective---

I roll Sig onto her front and manhandle her wrists to the small of her back.

I bind them together before removing her belt and shoes.

Deciding that since it's gonna be fairly impossible for her to keep pretending to be asleep while I wash her in the chilly lakewater and, with her character's established personality, if she's awake, it's going to be fairly impossible to keep her from trying to escape unless she's physically restrained, I'd better wash off all her mudcovered effects first before I give her a good dunking.

I gather her loincloth, belt and shoes and put them on her breastplate before carrying them back to the water.

I rinse off the bone armour, footwear and belt just so they're clean enough to go in my satchel and toss them back to shore, checking each time that both my cuties are right where I left them.

Given what I plan to use it for, I take more care in getting the filth out of her loincloth and wringing it as dry as I can before tying another cloth ballgag into it and carrying it back to lay on top of my satchel, out of the sand.

I go to Sig and lift her limp body up in my arms before carrying her back to the water for my third and final wash.

I wade out to the depth of my waist, maybe 3cm separating the surface of the water from her barenaked bottom.

I smirk at the expressionless face of the woman in my arms.

I drop her!

Predictably, there's half a shriek audible before the water reaches her mouth and nose.

Her feet find the bottom and she pushes herself back up… but my hand finds her throat and pushes her back down.

This goes back and forth a few times before I manage to get her dipped just right so that her mouth and nose are out of the water but her eyes, ears and the rest of her are still below it and say "Stop fighting 'less you wanna drown! Hold still and let me get the mud off you!"

She thrashes again.

I push her under and hold her down for 10 seconds.

I pull her back up and she gasps for breath.

"What did I say? Stop fighting if you don't wanna drown!"

"Fuck you!" she snarls, thrashing.

Back down she goes, this time for 20 seconds.

She comes back up, coughing, spluttering and sobbing…

"Ready to cooperate?" I ask, coolly.

"Ye-e-e-es!" she snivels, adorably.

"Good!… Now. just. hold. stiiiiill!"

---Sigrid's perspective---

My breaths come fast and shallow as the water laps at the edges of my lips.

I'm bent backwards into the freezing cold water in an incredibly uncomfortable pose, even absent the threat of drowning.

With my hands tied behind my back, I have absolutely no means of fighting her that she wouldn't be able to counter instantly by simply pushing my face 3cm lower and holding me down there!

Her voice is muffled by the water between my ears and the surface but I was able to hear her saying she just wanted to wash the mud off… The mud which is… all over me!

Fuck, this is hot!

My life is entirely in her hands right now! I only breathe as long as she chooses to allow me to!

Breathplay really is my favourite part of subbing… apart from all my other favourite parts(!)

Removing her hand from my throat, the buxom Amazon grips the sides of my head and, still holding just my mouth and nose above the freezing water, runs her fingers through my hair to clean the mud from it.

That done, she scrunches a handful of my hair into her fist at the back of my head and, with her other hand, pours water over my unsubmerged muzzle.

I splutter and cough, first from the waterboarding, then from the hand she roughly rubs all over my face, pushing me under several times, I can't tell if intentionally or not.

Next, she moves to my neck, then my shoulders, then reaches beneath me to do my back and arms.

She washes my breasts… slightly more thoroughly than the rest of me… not sure exactly how all the squeezing is helping the whole cleaning effort(!)

She rubs down my abdominals (taking almost as much care of them as she did with my breasts), my hips and my thighs before sliding a hand between my legs, cupping the front of my pelvis and applying pressure that makes me gasp.

"Gotta make sure you're extra clean down here, don't we(!)" comes her distorted voice through the water as she slides two fingers inside me.

I gasp, pant and moan as my captor holds me here between life and death at the water's surface, 'cleaning' me(!)

Just as I feel an orgasm announcing its imminent arrival, she pulls out, leaving me unsatisfied… for now, at least…

The last thing she does is reach beneath me for another very thorough clean of my arse before she returns to my head and says "Nooooow… deeeeep breath!"

I barely have time to parse the instruction before she pushes me back under (without me having taken a deep breath) and all the way to the bottom.

I feel her hands wrapping around my ankles and pulling them to the surface, biomechanically keeping my torso and head forced under.

She holds my legs above me and casually rubs down my knees, shins and feet.

It feels like it takes ages and I'm on the edge of thrashing my head from side to side to tell her I need to come up when she lets go and pulls me back up by my shoulders.

I gasp as I break the surface and am finally allowed to stand fully up out of the water.

I turn to the kidnapper in the leopardprint bikini and shiver "Y-you won't g-g-get away w-with this, L-L-Leopardwoman!"

"Won't I?" she smirks, not shivering despite having got into the freezing cold water before I did, as she frogmarches me back to shore "Kinda feels like I already have!"

"M-m-my t-tribe… w-w-will come… looking f-for me!"

She shrugs, unconcerned, and answers "And I'll tell them you were trying to poach a Tallman from Leopard Tribe's lands and forfeited your freedom as a result…"

"I-I'll tell… th-them the t-tru-mmmph!" I say as she shoves a gag (improvised from my own wet loincloth) into my mouth.

She knocks out the back of my knees to force me to collapse into the sand next to the adorable, skinny, bound and erect Sapiens boy my character almost succeeded in having her wicked way with before bending down and explaining "Not if you can't speak, darlin'(!)… I'll just have you two gagged and frogtied at the foot of my throne whenever my tribe gets any Bone Tribe visitors… It'll probably be very amusin' for me to see you, all wide eyes, screamin' and shakin' your little titties around to try and communicate to your Tribesmen but… even if you could tell them… d'you think they'd start a war for you?… For the daughter of an outsider?… For the kind of idiot who'd get herself in this situation in the first place?… I don't think they wiiiiill!"

She pulls a rope from her bag and passes it around the back of my neck, under my hair, before tying a nonconstricting knot at my throat.

"I don't think you're worth that much to them, Bonegirl… but… you're worth somethin' to me…" she says, tying the other end into the bonds at the boy's wrists.

She produces a second length of rope before attaching it to his belt at the front, to act as a lead.

Finally, she gathers all the personal effects to tuck into the bag, except the mammoth cape.

That, she turns around to bring the furry side to her skin and dries herself off with.

Once finished, she approaches me with it before hesitating.

She's considering whether she wants to dry me off or leave me suffering from being dripping wet.

I hope she chooses the former.

A 20 minute coffle walk soaking and shivering would be the kind of unpleasant that doesn't excite me much!

She seems to reach the same conclusion but maintains her sadistic façade by smirking "You ain't gonna be a very good pleasure slave if you catch cold an' die now, are you(!)" before she stands me up and towels me most of the way dry.

She leaves me standing there as she folds up the cape and slots it into the satchel.

She turns back around and hoists up the skinny boy she just tethered me to.

She wraps an arm around each of us and yanks both of our naked bodies against her mostly naked one looking up and between our faces with a satisfied grin as she gropes our arses.

"Pretty good haul I got for myself… came out here just lookin' for dinner! Never thought I'd get my hands on meat so sweet(!)… A Tallman and a half Tallwoman!? Can't believe my luck!"

She releases our respective arses and bends down, first to snatch up her sack of all our stolen stuff then the end of the leash she tied to the man's belt.

"Now… I'm sure you both had names before now but, frankly, I don't care to learn 'em, sooooo…" she says, yanking hard on the tether in a way that transmits force right through the skinny boy's hips, through his bound hands and up the rope, straight into the back of my neck, forcing us both to start walking "…from today, boy, your name's 'toy' and, girl, you'll be 'plaything'… Congratulations and welcome to the rest of your lives(!)… Now keep up! It's a looooong way to Leopard from here… So long I don't know if I can hold on that far… Might need to stop an' try you two out as soon as I get the chance(!)"

---Lloyd's perspective---

I walk along the riverside path, irresistibly pulled forward by the immense force being channelled into and through my hips.

I walk silently but my fellow prisoner has no such restraint! She's been growling and grunting through her gag, desperately pulling on the rope that she's leashed to me by to try and slow our inexorable, forced march to our fates the entire way!

I'm quite glad she had the foresight to bind my wrists to my belt. If she hadn't and they'd just been attached directly to her neck, I'd likely have ended up in an extremely painful strappado as she pulled my arms up and back behind me!

I look back at herto see a pair of angry cerulean eyes staring straight past me at our abductor, her nose wrinkled and her lips bared to show the teeth biting into the ball of fabric in her mouth.

I look back ahead of me.

The woman swaggers confidently, swaying her voluptuous, fur bikiniclad hips as she walks barefoot along the black soil of the path.

This is the third time I've travelled along this trail in the last hour and a half or so but it's no less beautiful.

On my right is a rapid flowing river that we followed up from the lake, its water transparent but dark with sediment as it tumbles over its rocky bed.

On my left (as well as every other direction if you count across the river) is a forest of tall trees, trunks spaced apart enough that you can see a long way through them but canopies dense enough to block out most of the sunlight and cast the forest floor into relative gloom.

As unlikely as it might be so far from any settlement, I can't help but imagine someone walking the other way on the trolltrack path and seeing the three of us in such a compromising state!

Of course, the woman leading me by the hips likely wouldn't care… and, from what I know of Norse Pantheonists, once they were satisfied that we weren't in any actual danger (which would probably be obvious just from the absurdity of it being a woman in a leopardprint bikini being the one who was supposedly kidnapping us (but they could always just ask for us to be ungagged and verbally confirm we weren't in need of rescue if they were in any doubt)) they would probably find the situation more amusing than outrageous(!)

"Up here…" says the mostly naked slavetaker, lazily pointing up the steep path to the left that leads to the cave where we got changed, left our bags and (most crucially, given how chilly I've been out of the sun) lit a fire "…we're over the border now and I can't wait any longer to sample the two of you."

She begins climbing, barely slowing to let the two of us without arms free to balance ourselves keep up with her as we navigate the twisted treeroots and rocks that serve as our route of ascent.

I just look at my feet as I take step after step, trying not to think about what would happen if I fell down the slope with my arms tied, let alone if I dragged the one I'm tied to down with me!

Finally, the ground levels out and becomes rocky.

I look up to see a looming cliffface ahead, a cavemouth at its base which the victorious vamp is leading me and the defeated one towards…

We enter and she pulls us to the large firepit at the back.

The warmth on my skin is a relief.

"Kneel here." she instructs, gesturing to the patch of soft soil she's stood us on.

I kneel down, immediately, like a good slave.

My cocaptive remains standing, defiantly.

"I said…" says the kidnapper, kicking out the brunette's knees from the back, forcing her to land on her knees "…kneel!"

The gagged woman growls through her gag but doesn't try to get back up.

The slaver untethers us from eachother before casually sitting on a slab of rock, facing us and holding both our leads while looming over us.

"Now…" she says, spreading her knees to draw both of our attention to her leopardprinted crotch "…which one of my new cuties is gonna have the honour of bein' the first one to get their tongue on their owner's pussy? Hmmm?…Toy?…" she looks at me "…Plaything?" she looks at the bound woman.

Neither of us make a move or a sound, me looking worried, my former-slaver-turned-fellow-slave looking angry.

"Oh… no takers?" asks our captor, feigning disappointment "Guess I'll choose then(!)"

She points a finger at my gagged face.

"Eeny…" the point is redirected at her captive woman "…meeny…" back to me "…miny…" back to her "…you!"

My leash is dropped and my counterpart is yanked forward by hers.

---Treg's perspective---

Sig's face slides between my thighs to impact the front of my pelvis.

"Woah, girl(!)" I taunt, pushing her away as if I wasn't the one who just yanked her close "I 'preciate your enthusiasm but've you never licked a pussy before(?)… You can't just dive in like that(!) you gotta romance me a bit first(!)"

I stand and pull her to her feet by her leash.

I yank her close in to my body and spin her around me to sit her down on the rock.

I lie her down, careful to make sure she doesn't bang her head.

Both of them have their attention on me as I reach between my shoulderblades, unhook my 1960s' 'Stone Age' bra and let it fall to the floor.

Next, I bring my hands to my hips and push down the wings of my leopard fur panties before stepping out of them.

I'm about to just drop them with the tiny top when I get a better idea.

"Here, hold these for me, would you toy(?)" I tease the slim, dark haired man, pushing the waistband over his head just right so his brown eyes are visible through the legholes and his nose is resting against the wetpatch.

I'm not blindfolding him with them just yet because I want him to enjoy the show… for right now at least…

I step back to my bound and gagged paramour, bringing down my feet a little extra hard and heelstriking to make my arse and titties jiggle.

I lean down over her with a smug, sultry smile and reach my right hand to her left boob to give it a sensuous massage.

She rolls her eyes to pretend not to like it but the grunt she makes gives away how she really feels.

"See now…? Isn't this better…?" I coax, leaning down to press my chubby belly into her sixpack "Two naked gals, one tied up and gagged, light of a fire, captive audience, my hand on your tit… If this isn't romantic, I dunno what is(!)"

I move my hand and bring my chest down on hers, reaching up to pull out her gag and immediately pinning her head in place for a raunchy snog.

I'm ready to pull away as soon as she tries to bite my lips but I'm apparently smooching the brat out of her right now(!)

I remove my left hand from the side of her face.

She doesn't turn her head away from the kiss.

I run it down the right side of her torso, over her right hip and between her legs, running my fingers over her lips down there and enjoying the way it affects the breaths from the lips up here(!)

I bring her right to the edge this time before I pull away, get off her and lie back, spreading my legs and picking up the leash to pull her back closer.

By a combined effort (me pulling on the leash, her folding her legs around the outsides of her knees) we bring her from a reclined position into a kneel.

I grab a hank of hair on the top of her head with my right hand and bring my left to my left tit to start squeezing and massaging it while I instruct "Look at me, plaything…" in a low, sexy voice.

Her brilliantly sky blue eyes flick up to meet mine, a teeny bit of brattiness back in them from having been edged.

"Stick out your tongue…" I command.

She obeys but has a bit of attitude about it.

"Pucker your lips…" I order.

Her lips extend out, partway along the length of her tongue.

"Good girl, plaything…" I praise, inducing an irresistible blush in her cheeks "…Now, I want you to eat my pussy exactly like that. Lips out, meetin' my eyes and with lots of tongue… Oh, and, if you think about bitin' me, I want you to imagine me crushin' your head between my thighs like a watermelon, alright?"

"Ahhight…" she garbles, tongue and lips still extended.

I take my left hand off my boob and smack her face with it, hard enough to shock but not to hurt much, all while maintaining the bedroom eyes and calm smile.

"That ain't how you talk to someone that owns you, plaything…" I correct "…Try again."

She hesitates for a moment before "Yesh, Ngishtreh…"

My smile broadens.

"Goooood giiiiirl!" I patronise "Now, take your reward(!)"

I push her entire lower face against my pelvis and sigh in pleasure as she begins following my instructions.

I wrap my thighs around the sides of her head and apply pressure firm enough to hold her there, then cross my shins and hook my right foot around my left ankle.

Satisfied she's not going anywhere until she's done what she's down there to do, I release her hair and bring that hand to my right boob for a double massage.

---Sigrid's perspective---

God!!!

She's so HOT!

Juicy thighs pressing in on my ears, dampening the sound of the moans I'm causing?! Hands on her curvaceous, heaving breasts… except when she decides to reach down and squash my nose into her pussy to deny me air!?

She's so everything I want a woman to be!

If I managed to bring on a pleasure spasm right now that caused her to actually crush my skull, I'd die a happy woman(!)

Of course, as horny as that makes me in concept, it's not my preferred outcome(!)

I'm hoping to live through this session for many happy returns(!)

Her eyes close and her head tips back so I take the chance to steal a glance at my fellow slave, still kneeling on the floor by the fire and sharing the smell of our Mistress's pussy with me, if not the taste!

God, he looks so pathetic down there!

Skinny body, wide eyes, panties on his head, still kneeling obediently despite his legs being untied and his kidnapper distracted, hard cock bobbing uselessly between his legs as he watches me cuckold him…

He's such a perfect man!

I cannot count the number of scuzzy dudebros (of all lineages and several hybrid mixes) over the nearly 9 years since I was old enough to man the reception of my parents' hotel who've come in and tried to chat me up in front of their partners (having clearly not brought it up with them prior)!

The worst kinds of wannabe Doms…

The kinds of guys that unironically assign Greek letter names to themselves and others seven and a half centuries after that animal research was disavowed by its creator(!)

It's not as if I would be averse to a male Dom (though they aren't my preference) but just because I work at a fetish themed hotel, doesn't mean you get to treat me like I'm something you can just order off the fucking catalogue!

He was different…

I could definitely tell he was interested but, even after his wife and I began flirting, he was always respectful of both of us!

He never pushed for anything either of us weren't comfortable with.

He was happy to be led by what we wanted but never made me feel as if he was putting up with anything he wasn't comfortable with just because he was afraid to make waves!

He's never shown the slightest hint of discomfort with polyamory, the slightest suggestion of insecurity over being in a female led relationship, the slightest whisper of smugness or arrogance over being in a triple with two women…

He's exactly as comfortable in his submission as a sub should be… and he's perfect for it!

God! What did I do to deserve these two!?

Be an (admittedly not bad looking) switch woman who had a poly streak, was both of their type, worked at a venue they regularly frequented and cultivated an amicable relationship with them over a prolonged period before the subject of me being included in their sessions was ever broached(?) A likely story(!)

Clearly, I must've been a saint or something in my past life and they're my reward for all the good works I don't remember doing(!)

I came down from Heaven for another go around but the Big Man looked down and was like "*tch*! I got you, Sis!"(!)

My Mistress's head comes back up and I immediately return my eyes to her.

Looks like I needn't have bothered though as her eyes are crossed and out of focus.

Her thighs tense and give me an almost perfect skull crush as she screams in the pleasure I've succeeded in giving her.

She collapses back against the stone, giving me a nice bottom up view of her distinctive (and quite beautiful) Levantine combination of slight chinspur and moderate browshelf as she pants.

She uncoils her legs from my head and drops them to the stone on either side of me.

"That was good… work down there… plaything…" she praises, trying and failing not to sound breathless "…I'm glad I… decided to take you… too!"

"Thank you, Mistress." I say, my voice neutral but my lips smiling.

She lolls a finger over the side of the slab at the man who just watched me give her an orgasm "Don't think I've forgotten… about you, toy!… I've got something special in… my bag of tricks… for you!"

My Domme side surfaces as the thought occurs to me that, though I couldn't make her breathless with my entire body in the mud fight we had earlier, I managed to do so with just my lips and tongue here(!)

I gently remind myself that now is sub time and let myself slip back into subspace.

She spends another 30 seconds or so catching her breath before she pushes herself up to face me in a seated position.

"Sit down and cross your shins in front of you." she orders.

I obey, glad for the opportunity to take my weight off my knees.

As my bottom comes down on the stone, she takes the rope leashed around my neck and pulls until she finds its end.

I cross my legs and she immediately passes the line beneath my ankles and has me in a shrimptie that's the perfect balance of comfortable and uncomfortable before I know what's happening.

She pulls the loincloth back up from where it was hanging around my neck, over my rope collar, and pushes it back into my mouth, taking the time to retighten the knot behind my head to keep it from being immersionbreakingly loose (nothing more distracting than a gag I could just spit out if I felt like it!)

With me as the captive spectator this time, she rounds on the submissive Sapiens with her panties on his head and instructs "Stand up, toy…"

He does as instructed.

"Come here…" she beckons.

He comes.

Once the sub is within her arms' reach, she seizes him and turns him in profile, revealing the flat shape of his ribcage.

Because he's 12cm taller than her (we're quite a tall triple; him 10cm above Sapiens male average, 198cm, her 19cm over Neanderthal female average, 186cm, and me 8cm over Neander-Sapiens hybrid female average, 192cm, but, even still) she has to reach above her head to pull the panties up to bring the waistband across his eyes.

She gathers the loose fabric at the back of his head, twists it and knots it, taunting "Think you've done enough watching for the moment… You can be blind for what I'm about to do to you(!)"

My fellow slave's erection twitches.

Our Mistress looks at it, then to me, smirking.

She turns back and takes him by the upper arms (exactly the way you don't guide people without their sight (who you're not engaged in active kinkplay with) since it gives you control of their centre of gravity and gives them the feeling of being trapped by your guidance) and walks him to the far side of the slab from where I'm shrimptied before turning him to face me and bending him over to lie his chest against the stone, gagged and blindfolded, face pointing towards me.

His nostrils flare as he breathes heavily, waiting to find out what's about to happen to him.

"Stay there, toy." she instructs, turning around and leaving both of her newly acquired slaves tied up on the same rock, facing eachother.

I look over to where she squats down (making a lovely upside down loveheart shape of her thicc bottom) and fishes in her bag.

After a few moments of searching, she comes up with an object held in each hand.

The terracotta jar (into which she will have decanted a measure of modern lube) I've seen before.

In her other hand, she holds something I've not seen!

A phallus, about 12cm long with a flared glans, a raised bump at the right point to stimulate his prostate and a flared base including an anatomically correct scrotum.

It's made of glazed porcelain which I'm fairly certain no Palaeolithic Neanderthal craftswoman would ever have been able to reproduce.

The anatomically correct detail? Sure! Maybe!

But, if glazed pottery had been being produced that long ago, some would definitely have been found at this point!

That's fine though… we're going by mid20th Century porn rules. Doesn't have to make sense, just has to be hot(!)

Hanging from behind the base is a set of leather straps, forming a harness.

I've seen her strap him before… just not with porcelain… usually she does it with a nervejack and canonically plays the part of a prehistoric futanari(!)

I watch her step into the straps and pull the whole thing up her hips before fastening it there

She tips out a portion of the jar's contents onto her hands and rubs them together to get them coated.

She smiles down at the skinny posterior, bent over the rock, in the same manner that a starving woman might look at a hearty meal and reaches out.

The gagged man grunts and whines with pleasure as our Mistress slips her fingers inside him to get him lubed and loosened.

"Thaaaaat's right, toy… Get used to this… This is your life now…" taunts our captor as her arm goes back and forth between his cheeks.

Some time passes before she seems to decide either that he's ready to receive her… or that she's just done waiting(!)

She lines up her hips with his and thrusts forward.

---Lloyd's perspective---

I shriek through my gag as the… whatever-it-is is pushed into my Mistress's boypussy.

Is that metal?

No… couldn't be!

I know this woman well enough to know she'd never conscience metal being used in a Palaeofantasy, no matter how loose we're being with the rules(!)

Whatever it is, it's smooth, it's cool and it's perfectly shaped to be maximally stimulating to my particular hole!

She thrusts it into me, deeper and deeper each time, leaning forward and placing a hand on the back of my neck to get that last 1.5cm inside of me!

I moan more than I ever have having a flesh and blood dick inside me like this!

I don't care if it is just because I know this one is attached to the woman I love most in the universe and I'm being watched by the woman I love (a close) second most! It just feels better!

My own is receiving secondary stimulation by being pinned between me and the rock surface (the underside is being abraded slightly painfully but… well, I am a masochist(!))

The thrill of having my body used to satisfy my Stone Aged Queen's slightest whim, the sensations of being fucked in the arse, held down and rubbed on the rough rock… it all quickly proves too much for me.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" I cry as I shoot a jet of hot sticky pleasure between my belly and the rock.

The pounding I'm taking doesn't cease as a sadistic laugh lets me know that just because I'm done, doesn't mean my Mistress is done with me!

---Treg's perspective---

I sit by the fire, left arm around Lloyd's shoulders, right around Sig's, warming up and drying off after our post session wash in the river.

We've got about 90mins before we've gotta get dressed and start walking back to the lake to get picked up if we wanna be back when we said we'd be.

Pretty much the perfect amount of time for a rest, decompress and note swap in my opinion!

"Good session, you two!" I announce, giving them both an appreciative squeeze into me "You enjoy yourselves as much as I did?"

"Yes…" breathes my husband in the contented sigh of a sub well used(!)

"Definitely!" asserts my girlfriend in the voice of a brat well tamed.

"I didn't go too hard on the degradation, did I Sig?… You can tell me if you want me to stop bringing up you bein' a half durin' playtime?"

She shakes her head and puffs through her nose "No! The opposite if anything! Be meaner about it next time! Call me a 'halfbreed', a 'mongrel'… that kind of thing!"

Slightly surprised, I smile and answer "Oh! Alright, noted!" before looking between both of them to ask "Other patchnotes? Anythin' we didn't like so much? Wanted less of? More of? Done different? Ideas for next time?… Remember; we ain't worryin' 'bout hurtin' feelin's here! Just expressin' preferences so they're known!"

"I…" starts Sig, slightly hesitantly "…have an idea? A request, maybe?"

"Give it to us, Mama(!)" I wink.

"I was just wondering if…" she frowns in a way which is slightly at odds with the 'don't worry about feelings' mandate but that's not important enough to interrupt her to point out "…well… I was wondering if, next time we… compete, Tea… you could let me get a little… further with Lloyd before you… step in?"

"'Further' meanin'?" I invite with a nonjudgemental smile.

"Well… don't get me wrong! I love getting to Domme him together with you when we cooperate and I definitely love the whole 'attempts-to-dominate-is-thwarted-and-herself-dominated-by-bigger-fish-alongside-her-failed-quarry' plotline that we usually do when we compete but… when you were on your brother's bachelor party we had a session alone together and it was… nice… It was different having him all to myself like that…" she panics and looks to me wide-eyed before blathering "…but… I mean… I'm not saying I don't want…! I definitely prefer…!"

I hold up a hand and she falls silent.

"Sig… You ain't gonna hurt my feelin's no matter what you say, OK? The worst answer you'll hear is 'no'. Just tell us your idea."

She takes a deep breath and seems to calm down.

"OK… so, I definitely prefer us all together… I just thought, maybe, if I could have one turn… you know… erm…"

"Violatin' the poor, defenceless, subby Sapiens boy?" I smirk.

"Well, yes… If I could have one turn alone with him before you appear and turn the tables on us… That might be a, kind of… best of both worlds?"

I think about the suggestion.

I try and dig deep for any seed of jealousy I might contain at the idea of letting my girlfriend Domme my husband without me… Something that might grow and fester over time…

I find nothing.

I shrug "Sounds pretty hot to me… I'm game to try it if you are, Lloyd?"

My subby husband smiles a satisfied smile and answers "Sounds absolutely tidy… I can't wait!"

"Great… sounds like a plan then!" I grin between them "Anythin' else? Any other notes? Ideas?"

"Coffle was lovely… more of that in future… Tribal carry would be nice next time you two are cooperating." sighs my husband.

"Noted!" I acknowledge, mentally adjusting plans for subsequent sessions "Anythin' else?"

Both of them shake their heads, smiling.

"Great… we'll just have a bit of quiet time before-" *GRRRRRRRRRR* interrupts the low, keening whine of my stomach, loud enough that both of my cuties react to it.

In a turn up for the books, I feel a blush sting my cheeks at the embarrassment.

"Well… sounds like someone's hungry(!)" grins my husband.

"Shut uuuuup(!)… I'm a bully(!)… I dish out teases, I can't take 'em back(!)" I joke, playing up my embarrassment and getting a hearty giggle out of both of them.

When their chuckles have stopped, Sig smiles "It's OK, Tea… I'm going to be in a submissive mood and happy to serve for a while so I'll make you sveler once we get back to your brother's in-laws' house." sweetly.

I narrow my eyes to ask "Those aren't the miniburgers, are they?" remembering last time she made those and I liked them so much I over-indulged and got fairly bad indigestion.

"No… you're thinking of kjøttkaker… Sveler are the pancakes with kefir in the batter!"

"Oh! Cool! Yeah, those'd really hit the spot!" I nod, enthusiastically.

"Sounds like a plan then." says my husband, nestling back into my side and shutting his eyes for a nap.

Sig does the same on my other side.

I look from my husband to my girlfriend and tell them "I love you guys!"

"I love you guys too…" they answer in unison.