Once again, a naked woman with breasts bobbing wildly had led an attack. And once again, she had been victorious. The only difference was that this time, the woman wore leopard spots. The other enemy quickly fled into the safety of the jungle.
Emily fainted from the ordeal and from seeing Jill's arrow coming at her. Jill got to her just in time to catch her and gently laid her on the ground. The other slavegirls quickly surrounded Jill and jabbered quickly and loudly, thanking her for rescuing them. She smiled and then went to her chief who was standing nearby. "These are the ones who rescued you. This is my tribe."
Again, there was a flurry of Incunu thank-yous as the girls started jabbering again. Emily came to and was helped to her feet, touching her body all over to figure out where the arrow had pierced her.
"You have to stop doing that," scolded the chief.
"Sorry, my savior," replied Jill as she sank to her knees and kissed his hand. "I don't know what gets into me."
"It's the leopard inside of you," he said. "But try to be more careful from now on."
"Yes, my savior."
Chapter 12
They had not brought enough canoes for the party that they were returning with so they relieved the enemy village of some of theirs. The girls were divided up amongst the canoes and were each paired with an Incunu warrior. They were also enlisted to share in the paddling.
Jill rode with the chief and one other Incunu. Because of the chief's wounds, he was unable to do any of the paddling himself. They set off on the long journey home.
"I thought you were dead, my savior," said Jill as they started their trip.
"I was hurt but I lived. Your sister lived also but she was hurt badly."
Jill breathed a sigh of relief to know that her katahua sister was also alive. It was turning out to be a happy ending. The chief sat facing Jill. He loved watching her muscles straining and her breasts swaying with every movement. He knew that he had the best katahua in the world.
"What are you going to do with your new girls?" he asked.
"Oh, I hadn't thought about it," she responded. "But they aren't my girls."
"You led the attack," he said. "You claimed them. They belong to you now."
"Wait!" she said after his words sank in. "I didn't think that women could own anything."
"Leopard Girl is no ordinary woman," he replied. "Leopard Girl can own whatever she claims."
"Oh," replied Jill. Now she knew for sure that her immersion into their culture was changing it. "I think that I should release them."
"That decision is yours," he responded. "But be careful. Some of them might not want to be released. And some of them might not be ready to return to their other lives."
"Oh," was all she said. They rode in silence for a long time and the chief just watched the breasts swaying back and forth with a smile on his face.
By the time they reached their island, Jill decided on a course of action. She would offer them a choice. Each one could decide for herself. They could be released and return to their former lives. Or they could remain with the Incunu. She could not imagine any of them staying behind but, if they chose to, they could stay as long as they agreed to live as the Incunu did.
Jill gathered the girls in front of the chief's hut. It was the first time she had entered the village without having her wrists bound behind her back. All of the others were bound. She explained their options with her hands on her hips. She was not quite sure how to describe it to the Russian girl but she would deal with that later. She spoke in the Incunu tongue to the others.
Most of them were excited and grateful to Jill. Not only had she rescued them from that awful tribe but she was giving them back their freedom. Transportation was quickly arranged for nine of them and clothing was made so that they could at least travel. Hal arranged a satellite connection with the university and was able to get another professor to translate for the Russian. She too decided to return home and she was quickly sent on her way. Only Emily decided to stay. She said that she had no life to return to. Jill decided not to push her. She said that the cute little Brit could stay with the tribe until it was time for Jill to leave. Then Jill would ask her again. She could go home or remain permanently with the tribe.
"Now you have a katahua, Leopard Girl," said the chief after the Russian had been sent on her way.
Jill blinked. "I do?" she asked incredulously. "What about me?"
"Oh, you are still my katahua," he smiled as he reached out and held her breasts. "But now you have your own. I hope you will share her with me."
"Of course I will, my savior," she responded. In actuality, she was eager to share Emily with the chief. Her sister katahua would be out of action for several more weeks. And Jill's sex was still raw from the week of nonstop rapes. It would be several more days before she would be able to service the chief.
Emily turned out to be an energetic sexual partner. It had been quite some time since she had felt a cock and she enthusiastically impaled herself on the chief's at every opportunity. Jill loved watching and, as a dutiful katahua, she assisted with the coupling. She would grasp the chief's cock and guide it into her own katahua and then would play with Emily's breasts or asshole or clit while they fucked.
When they got back to the village, Hal had recommended that they cut the trip short and return home. He knew that Jill must be traumatized by her ordeal. Jill would have nothing to do with that idea, though. In fact, she insisted on extending the trip to make up for the time she had lost while being held prisoner. Hal was easily persuaded. He was very much enjoying his own katahua and had expanded his harem during Jill's captivity. His sperm was being thoroughly drained by his girls.
But eventually it did become time to leave. Jill's spots had faded but were not completely gone. She would just have to pick her wardrobe carefully once she got back to the university. The spots on her legs meant that she would probably be wearing a lot of pantsuits for the foreseeable future.
Emily was torn in her decision. She still felt that she had no life to return to. She did like the tribe and was inclined to stay there. But what she really wanted was to go with Jill and continue to be her katahua. She had grown to love Leopard Girl.
Jill could not imagine how that would work. She already had a husband. She already had an owner. How could she own someone herself?
Hal solved the problem by offering to own Emily. Emily was delighted that she would be able to remain near Jill. Hal was delighted because he would be able to own the beautiful little Brit. He had not yet even sampled her charms but he had listened to her sexual performances with the chief and knew that she must be a little spitfire in bed. Jill was not delighted but she was happy for Emily that she had come up with a solution that would make her happy. Plus, this solution would relieve Jill of some of the burden of servicing the very horny Hal.
Two days before they were to depart, another boy was initiated into manhood. Jill watched Emily's reaction as the chief held Jill in front of him and toyed with her breasts. That seemed to be his favorite pastime during these rituals. Jill had to chuckle a few times as she saw Emily's eyes fly wide open at times or saw her face scrunch up in a grimace. Then, after the vigil on the point, the chief recommended to Jill that she have her own katahua complete the initiation.