Pygmies 1 by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Pygmies 1 by loyalsock

... shoot in the air or say hello. In those slow moments she noticed one of them raise his 'spear' to his mouth, with the other end pointed at her. &#034Khiei!&#034 she called in greeting, but then there was an ubrupt hollow sound and a sudden sting in her fore-arm. She looked at it in shock, her grip on the shotgun loosened unconciously when she saw the dart stuck there. She looked up, the pygmies were moving towards her, about seven of them- maybe more, forming a semi circle around her. Her head began to spin, she took a step back, bought the gun up again, felt suddenly immensely giddy (stronger then the rush of the potent skunkweed she'd occasionaly smoked in college) She dropped the torch, touched her temple, dropped the shotgun, passed out. &#034&#034&#034 Drumming. She was lying on her back, quite uncomfortably on her back, and there was drumming. Her eyes opened, and gradually as her head cleared she realised she was staring at the starry sky. She tried to move, but her hands were tied, her ankles were also tied down, drawing her body out in a star shape across what felt like a flat surface made of thin wooden poles, similar to a section of fence, or a rack. &#034Okay&#034 she told herself as the drumming rolled on &#034I'm in the middle of Africa, in the middle of a rainforest, tied-up, and surrounded by pygmies. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck...&#034 she started to break down, but quikly pulled herself together &#034Okay, okay this is why I came&#034 she said to herself, ...

... manically cheerful for an moment.&#034Okay, I'll speak to them, I can speak Ki'Mosu, they'll understand me, they probably have... clan-based interactions with the Mosu... cousin-relationships, they probably trade with eachover in the past...&#034 she was speaking in a halting, shaking voice, but as her scientific mind started to function and she began to calm down, talking herself out of the panick-attack through the familiar process of speculation. She licked her lips and began speaking to them in the Ki'Mosu language; &#034Khiei? Khiei? se... se sulu te ti boh...&#034 Hello, hello I come to make greetings... The drumming continued its steady beat &#034Ygyn... Ygyn se naiubu taya kyri?&#034 Why have you distressed me, I am detained. The drumming suddenly stopped. Perhaps she was getting somewhere. &#034Engengeh... totoh se suluhu... hoboh&#034 Please, let me go for that we have love for eachover. Her Ki'Mosu was halting, but she was distantly proud of herself. She had learnt the language in the months leading up to her trip- and since arriving in country had improved her knowledge in a brief refresher course at the national university, where the Eghe language group was still being actively studied and documented. She was sure the unseen drummers had understood her, although she was unsure of her gramma and inflection. There was a hush, suddenly the rack she was tied to began to move, tilting upward, she could hear grunts from the somewhere above and behind her, indicating her rack ...