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Neighbors
Day 97
Jenny Blitzen hated this part of the day, and couldn’t really see what the value of her Empress chair was. Second Wife or Second Mother, seemed like a good idea at the time, but what it really meant was Lynn’s personal torture slave. Sure it was true Jenny had less work to do, and now that she had taught all three of the girls how to sew, she had a lot more leisure time.
This morning Jenny was drinking as fast as she could, bearing the daily increasing weight of Lynn, sitting directly on and in Jenny’s mouth. Lynn’s piss was less salty today, for that she was thankful. She licked Lynn’s lips clean. Lynn got up and put on her blue dress. Jenny, buttoned it for her. As Lynn brushed her hair, Jenny got a drink of water to wash the piss flavor down out of her mouth then waited still naked, and needing to pee badly herself.
‘Dress, then go out back, before you have an accident on the new rug.’ Lynn said. Jenny looked down. It was a nice rug. The girls had been slaving tirelessly to churn out all sorts of items with the jungle cotton. Daddy had given instructions on how to build the small machines needed to turn the cotton to thread, and Jenny had taught them how to sew. Jenny put on the slightly worn, and a size too big, yellow dress that had been passed over by Lynn. She ran outside, around the chicken barn, and to the outhouse. She closed the door, and hiked up her dress, sitting down just in the nick of time.
She thought about going fishing, dismissed that. Thought about hunting, and quickly dismissed that too. She finally decided on looking for pearls. She finished, cleaned up with the towel, and made her way to the shore, after stopping and grabbing a knife. As she walked with the knife in her hand, she remembered the seemingly countless trips they had made to the wreck of the ship. They literally walked past Nadia dozens of times, trying to secure any goods before Nadia could get them in the successive dives.. Once they had scoured the wreck, they left Nadia and Beatrice alone for the last sixty-some odd days. Nadia, tried not to notice the six of them while it had gone on. Even that was difficult, as Lynn never dove, and instead focused on Nadia during each of their day trips.
Nadia was okay with the looks. However the blinding headaches and nosebleeds were another matter. Shitting her clothes was annoying. Pissing herself was mandatory by Lynn’s standards of torture. The scary thing was being paralyzed or having her body controlled by Lynn. Truly, truly frightening. Nadia was glad when they had finished. She was smart enough to do a few dives on the first day back to the old camp.
From the shore Jenny was missing the sounds of the usual morning routine. Lynn demanding breakfast. Lynn demanding oral sex while she ate. Daddy always had Lynn at night, and Jenny in the morning, so he was satisfied by the time breakfast was served. Mary serving breakfast, humming happy tunes while Liz and Les cooked. This morning Jenny couldn’t be bothered with it. She didn’t want breakfast or sexual favors. Mary, Lynn, and her were now into the second trimester, and the sickness had passed. She was going to enjoy this morning, doing something useful, but fun.
This was the third time she had gone looking for pearls, and she had yet to even find the right kind of mollusk. She gave up, and started to build a sand castle of sorts. She had just finished the main seaside turret when she heard yelling. She looked back toward the house. Coming out of the gate was Leslie, she had turned and began to run toward Jenny. She was screaming something, but Jenny couldn’t make it out. Jenny got to her feet and began to run toward Leslie.
‘What?!?’ Jenny picked up as much speed as possible in the dry sand. Finally after the distance had closed she could finally make it out.
‘Get inside, get inside!’ Leslie was screaming. Jenny was almost to her now, Leslie had stopped and began running the opposite direction, toward the gate of the eight foot outer wall. . Jenny was pacing her. They rounded the gate ran inside, and Anna closed and barred the door as soon as Jenny’s left foot was clear.
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It had been Lizzy’s turn up on the fence. She noticed the figure across the river on the second pass with the spyglass. Leslie was under her planting the now near root covered potatoes.
‘Leslie, get Jenny, she’s outside the fence…there’s someone across the river!’ Lizzy yelled. Then came her scream. ‘Daddy! Native on the river!’
Anna got to the gate first, Lizzy told her to wait. Twenty seconds later and Jenny was in. Anna slammed the gate and barred it. Steven jogged up flanked by Mary and Lynn, all carried guns. Steven climbed up to the platform and took the spyglass from Lizzy. He peered through it, found his quarry and watched. He began to narrate what he saw.
‘Thought you said one native Lizzy, there’s four, five, six. Make that seven. One male and six females.’ He paused, adjusting the spyglass. ‘Yes just the seven. Looks like if they came for a fight, they are looking for a fair one. Those girls aren’t much taller than you. Male is in the lead. Means their society is a patriarchy.’ Only Mary knew what that meant.
‘They are crossing the river headed toward us. Mary, I need you up here with the guns. Anna you too.’ Steven took two pistols and musket from Mary, and headed down the ladder. He handed Lynn a pistol and tucked his pistol in his waistband behind his back. Lynn grabbed a piece of rope and tied hers in the same spot. She looked silly in a form fitting dress, with rope around it. Not one said a word.
Steven and Lynn stood behind the gate, Mary was on the platform and took over the narration.
‘Daddy, they are about 60 yards away, walking slow, male in the lead. Whoa, their females don’t wear clothes!’ Mary said with the spyglass to her eye. She studied the deeply tanned, healthy forms of her possible enemy. They had straight black hair, and if they were adults, they were smaller then Europeans. Regardless, Mary thought them to be beautiful. Then she noticed the spears.
‘They are armed with spears!’ Mary announced. Anna stood next to her, and was lining up a shot on the male with her musket. ’40 yards!’ Mary announced, a bit quieter.
‘It’s time, Jenny, close the gate behind us, and grab the last musket. Lizzy man the gate after Jenny is on the platform. Remember my loves what you were taught, in case this goes bad. Load carefully. ‘
Steven and Lynn walked through the gate and walked forward 20 yards stopping so that the guns would have a good shot. Both checked to see if the pistols were easily grabbed behind their backs. Steven studied the spears they carried, obsidian tipped with that same cordage as the trap he discovered. He guessed they were about six feet long, a half foot taller than the male in the group. When the natives got within deadly distance with the spears, they stopped.
‘Why are you on our island?’ The male said. As soon as the words left his mouth he was covering it. The girls around him looked confused. The males eye were wide, as if someone had ripped out his tongue. Lynn looked at her husband.
‘I taught him English through telepathy.’ She said nonchalantly.
‘Thanks dearest, mind teaching the others while I take care of diplomacy?’ Steven asked.
‘Yes my Lord.’ Lynn smiled.
‘We are here because you asked us to be here.’ Steven said, playing the role that Lynn and himself had prepared for since the wedding.
‘We did not ask for a single man with strange skin, and his daughters. We asked for God.’ The native snarled. Steven raised his left hand. Anne fired a shot into the ground right in front of the male. They all jumped at the sound and held their ears. Not realizing that the lead ball had buried itself six inches in front of his feet.
‘I am your God, as is she, my wife.’ Steven told the male. Those that Lynn had programmed with Engli
sh, knelt in front of them, the other three females looked very scared and confused for five seconds, then followed the action, The male stood.
‘No God needs a wall. No God needs a wife!’ The male said. Steven stared at him, unblinking. Slowly Lynn lifted him off the ground, his eyes focusing on the native mans chest. One inch, then 5 inches. Lynn was getting the hang of it and pushed him up off the ground six feet. The native man dropped his spear and began screaming. Lynn slowly lowered him to the ground. The females stayed bowed on their knees, and after watching what had happened lowered their heads. They began to chant in English.
‘Holy one, I am a lowly one, bless me, and save me. Holy one, I am a lowly one, bless me and save me. I wish to feed my tribe, save me to be full so I can feed many, I wish to feed my tribe, save me to be full so I may feed many. Holy one, make me whole so I may join you.’ Over and over again they chanted. For the first time since the beach when Nadia found him, Steven was confused.
The male dropped to his knees.
‘Oh no, come to me Chief.’ Steven ordered. Lynn again smiled. The male crawled to Steven’s feet, and spoke.
‘You are God! You have come to help us!’ The male began to rattle off problems and issues so fast, that even if it was all in English, Steven wouldn’t have been able to understand it. Steven probed his mind. He got a clear picture of the problem. Then he saw a series of pictures in the natives mind that made no sense at all. After these pictures, Steven looked for something easy and useful, his name. Steven tried to make sense of the rest of the pictures.
‘Mesola, your people are giving birth to only females. this true?’ Steven asked the now sobbing First Guard of the Dolcett people.
‘Yes my God, only one in 20 is male!’ Mesola’s tears were starting to relent. ‘We have no wild meat left near our camp, and cannot spear the fish on our beach, as they are too small!’
‘Show us your village.’ Steven ordered. He sent thoughts to the girls.
‘Stay on guard, Mary make dinner and get them on shifts to watch the perimeter. Mary you take the middle of the night watch. We’ll be back in two days.’ Mary dropped the musket and held her head. She turned to Anna and said.
‘They really are Gods.’
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Steven packed a bag with weapons, water and equipment. During the trip he couldn’t help himself, Lynn wasn’t trying to hide it either. They both feasted their eyes on the native girls, as they walked the 12 miles to their village. The women were aged between 18 and 35, and were in perfect physical shape. Mesola explained that no women were allowed to live long enough to see grandchildren being born, that meant most women died at the ripe old age range of 29 to 40. Steven didn’t ask how they died, he had seen some pictures, but they still didn’t make sense. He wanted to be omnipotent, not quite there yet, he waited to see it for himself in real time. Lynn saw the pictures in her head, and it had matched what she had told Steven about ‘dropping a taboo’.
When Steven and Lynn arrived in Dolcett Village, Steven realized the depth of the issue. Mesola wasn’t exaggerating. There were young women everywhere, hardly a man or boy in sight. On one end of the village there appeared to be an all-girl training exercise going on with spears. Steven turned his head to look opposite, towards what looked to be a barn. In what looked to be slave pen, women were being roped to a plow.
‘Are those slaves?’ Steven asked.
‘Yes, our neighboring tribe has been fighting with us for hunting territory. These are their freshly captured warriors, and the off spring of other slaves. Also, any girl that has not bore a child 2 years after the holy age of 19 is enslaved. They will be worked in the fields to grow crops, as well as bred, if any give birth to a male, she will live, the rest will be served next to the crops they grew.’ Mesola stated.
‘With slaves, it is just a course of action, with the tribal wives, it is an honor to be live roasted.’
Steven eyes grew wide. Lynn noticed his emotional reaction to the words served and live roasted.
‘They have no meat Daddy, so they eat the excess females. Too many mouths to feed.’ Lynn explained as the pictures replayed in Steven’s mind.
‘Why are they roasted alive???’ Steven thought to his young wife. Lynn spoke out loud to Mesola.
‘Why are the women roasted live?’
‘So they can enjoy the feast for as long as possible!’ Mesola looked first surprised at the question from the young lady in the strange covering, then confused. Steven caught the look. Then thought to Lynn.
‘I supposed we should know that, as this must be based in religious faith. Lynn you need to listen to these minds and get me a report of other things that we should know.’
‘Yes Daddy. I’m starting now.’ Lynn face began to look as if she was looking into the sun, as she concentrated hard. Steven spoke to Mesola.
‘The slaves are not roasted alive are they?’
‘No my Lord, they are gutted and dismembered alive, then beheaded. The torso is slow roasted, and eaten by the tribe. The arm and leg is stripped from the bone, and sliced. Then the meat is dried in one of the barns. That meat is fed to slaves.’ Mesola explained.
‘We currently have a population of 400 noble girls and women, 16 noble men, and 600 female slaves.’ Mesola finished. Steven did quick math, and then Lynn corrected him.
‘No Daddy it’s 24 wives each, the King has 40, and takes the choice slaves in his bed whenever he chooses. The other men can only take slaves if all their wives are pregnant. This seems to be effective because all that have reached 19 are currently pregnant, with the exception of one of Mesola’s wives which just gave birth as we arrived.’
They walked into one of the barns. There was short walled pens with infants and toddlers each marked with brand on their left buttock and above the right breast. Most had Mesola’s brand, but a few had other brands. Lynn counted a total of 16 brands…one for each male alive. The most homely looking children wore the brand of a noble male that was only six years old.
Further in the barn were the milk producing mothers. The mothers, and all the slaves wore the brand.
Mesola explained that the slave mothers were milked often to use the milk as food for the nobles, and then still have enough to feed up six children per day. Even the field slaves were milked at the beginning and end of the day, so that their milk never stopped flowing. Mesola walked through the barn as he spoke. Steven and Lynn followed closely. Steven occasionally reached into the minds of the slaves to see their thoughts. They seemed to be content with their station. Lynn was busy teaching them all English. The children were easy. The adults were a bit harder.
Mesola reached the very back of the barn, here there was a pen where a slave was giving birth. The chattel was being assisted by another slave, with the nobleman who owned her supervising. The baby was pushed from it’s mother with a mighty grunt. The assistant grabbed the baby, frowned, and cut the cord. She slapped the back of the child, so it began to breathe and cry and then wiped it clean with a wet ball of cotton. The assistant then handed the female baby to the noble. The noble nodded as he looked her over. He then produced a piece of obsidian wrapped at the end of a stick. He put the obsidian into the torch to heat it. After about five minutes, he pulled the obsidian out of the flame and pushed the end onto the ass, and breast of the newborn, marking the new slave as his. The now screaming baby was handed back to the mother, while the assistant removed the afterbirth. A question popped into Steven’s head, and before he could ask, Lynn answered.
‘Each slave is up to be turned to meat after 3 female births. Only birth of a boy can save her from this, well briefly anyway. If tha
t happens she is removed from slavery, and married to the noble that owned her. The first female she gives birth to from the point she was married, is then the trigger daughter.
Noble women are in a lottery, one per season is awarded with the honor of feeding the tribe at a banquet. The noble women are only entered into the lottery after their oldest girl, or ‘trigger’ gives birth. The father, keeps his own oldest or trigger daughter as a wife, but trades his other daughters upon birth with other fathers and they are raised as their own children till they are married to the noble at the holy age of 19. ‘ Lynn explained.
The new mother fed the baby as Mesola spoke.
‘We making a feast in your honor tonight, I’m having one of my slaves, and one of my wives cooked for your pleasure! The king is doing the same.’ Mesola beamed with pride. ‘Let’s go and meet him.’
They walked to the center of the village. There, was a very large round building made of bamboo. Outside, 4 of the tallest women stood, looking mean and armed with a spear and knife each.
‘Tuchana is the kings name. Remember that he is below us my love.’ Steven thought to Lynn.
They walked through the door. A man covered in polished metal necklaces and bracelets was holding a baby. He was flanked by what seemed to be all of his wives. They all looked at the strange looking white people wearing cloth on their bodies. A man, and a young woman. They then looked at Mesola for an explanation. Lynn pushed English into him. Steven read everything in his mind. Mesola spoke first.
‘This is our God Steven, and Goddess Lynn, my King.’ The king passed the baby to one of his wives, and stood looking skeptical. Tuchana stared at the two of them, walking toward them. Steven finished reading all that was in the mans mind. He then raised his right hand and with his mind pushed the king through the air, into his chair. The chair and the king kept moving away from Steven at a high rate of speed through the wall behind where the chair had been. Only then did the chair, remnants of the wall, and the king fall to the ground. The kings wives first reaction was to scream.
Their second reaction was to bow to the Gods. The guards ran in, looked at the king on the far side of the building. They raised their spears and began to dive at the white people. Lynn sensed this and reacted quickly. She raised her hand. The guards stopped, planted the base of their spears into the sand four feet ahead of them, putting the obsidian blades to their chests. They then in one coordinated motion thrust their bodies forward pushing the blades into their hearts simultaneously.
Steven and Lynn turned to Mesola.
‘Write this down King Mesola, God is about to speak.’ Lynn said. Mesola waved over the shaman that could write Spanish…and now apparently English. Steven spoke.
‘Part of the problem is that your ‘king’ has a fetish for cannibalism. He is aware of a skill called animal husbandry and has chosen to keep his whole tribe ignorant of it. His brother, your rival king, has done this to his tribe as well. While you may need to eat your women now, after I am finished solving this problem, you may only eat one woman per moon, as a sacrifice to us.
From this day forth, you will deliver to me all girls when they reach the age of 18 a year before their holy day, so that I may teach them in the ways of us, your Gods. I will return some of them back to the tribe, with males in their belly. The first male born will be heir to your throne. Those of the female children you send me, that I don’t send back, I will keep to serve in the Holy City, Sharon. No citizen of Dolcett other then these children will be allowed through the gates of Sharon, unless invited.
When I am finished, one in three children will be male. It will take one generation for this to pass. No more of the women or children born here will be enslaved by you. The slaves you already have will be worked very hard to build things I will teach you to build. These projects will protect you from your enemy, make life easier for all of your people and help to feed your children, and children’s’ children for generations.
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