Choose Mutukwa

You've had this "date" for a while now, and you simply can't forgive yourself if you don't at last get to know Mutukwa a little better...

You take her hand and are led by her somewhere further in the cave. You can actually see the Dark One stomp her bare foot on the hard cavern floor, obviously infuriated by your choice, but of course not offering to argue with the decisions of her god...

She leads you determinedly to a tiny alcove of the cave, her "room", perhaps?

As you approach, you pass a large and detailed mural in the center of the cave not far from what must be the communal fire, illumined by its own small but no less impressive (obviously well tended to) kindling.

It looks to depict a large dinosaur--a sauropod, a plant later, if you recall your research correctly--a long necked, long tailed titan of the tree tops. You remember seeing several of the beasts on your way to this cave, variously referred to as brontosaurs, apatosaurs, and diplodoci, depending on who is observing...around the monster is gathered a throng of people, bound together by holding hands. They form a perfect circle around the creature, save for one lone figure at the bottom center, who, independent of the rest, appears to be hurling a spear at the massive animal.

You don't know what it means, and have no time to contemplate...

In the alcove, you can see a number of furs, bones and weapons, with the skin of some large, ornately furred creature forming her "bed", or at least a place to sit, in the center of the depression.

"Hatu", she says, apparently bidding you to sit. You do so.

She, on the other hand, remains standing, and proceeds to walk near the opposite wall, where cave paintings are abundant.

You never had much of an attention span, but that might have been different if everyone you knew "dressed" like Mutukwa, not to mention had her body.

She points to the drawings on the wall, uttering select words of her sexy yet utterly unknown native tongue, while gesturing about toward you...evidently engaged in story telling.

You've got charades and a visual aid here, your only obstacle to understanding what she's saying will come from how long you can keep your focus on her story, and off her body...

Pointing to a figure of a woman with a spear standing in the center of some huts, and then to the same woman heaving a spear at what appear to be deer, accompanied by her motions and tone, you deduce that she is a hunter, and once had a tribe of her own.

The trappings and tools of her trade are all about, anyway, what with the skulls of the aforementioned less than fortunate deer, as well as those of some birds and smaller animals ringing the compartment. You even see the skulls of a couple small to medium sized dinosaurs, you think, here and there.

Quite the prowess on this one. You can't help but wonder to what other areas it might extend to...

She continues, telling you with her words and hands (and body...focus, man) that she was such a good hunter, she was even better than the men of her tribe, who traditionally did all of the hunting for the most part, and they grew jealous. One day, Mutukwa disobeyed a direct order from her husband in order to surprise the men on their hunt to take down a large animal (the identity of which you can't even attempt to divine, particularly not since the motions needed for her to mimic it constantly take her vagina in and out of view...), which she landed the killing blow against.

She was cast out by her chieftain, her husband taking a more submissive mate, and leaving Mutukwa to fend for herself, which she was more than capable of doing. Eventually, she started her own "tribe", this one, comprised of like-minded females.

Wow. You think. And you're not just talking about that ass...

She walks over to you, hips rocking the whole way (she can make a short distance seem so long...) and bends down, both hands extended, clearly meaning to help you up.

Its all you can do to take her hands in yours instead of her perfect pink areola in your mouth as you rise.

There's that smell again...

She then walks to the very back of the small alcove and, bending over--always a pleasure to view that immaculately sculpted naked glute--begins to rummage behind some skins and spears. Soon, she unearths a spear unlike the others, this one bearing a number of feathers tied around its shaft just below the stone of blade, which seems much larger than those of the others.

Some part of you can't help but feel you "deserve" this weapon as she gets down to one bare knee and offers it to you...

"Thank you", you tell her, taking it. You examine the thing with both hands, then transfer it to one as you hoist the tip upwards, placing your weight on it like a stately staff or walking stick.

"Dank...yuu", she says, rising.

You can't help but smile. Its either that or paint the alcove white...

The two of you stand there, gazing at each other for a while, her eyes full of fascination and longing.

She gets closer to you...the smell gets stronger.

Could this be it, the moment you've been waiting for since laying eyes on this crimson haired jungle goddess?..

"MA-KO, SEMBA KITA!" you hear blaring from behind you. Apparently the Dark One has had enough, and is telling you your time with Mutukwa is at its end.

Fuck.

With a sad look in her eyes, Mutukwa motions for you to part. You feel sad too, and look back several times as you exit the compartment.

The Dark One continues to babble at you.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it", you bitch to the bitch. You think you sense a bit of restraint come over her upon hearing your tone, though it does nothing to dissuade her from hurrying you along.

Well, every other task master you've had never had the courtesy of having the biggest boobs you've ever seen, nor the generosity of not covering them. You'll just have to bathe the parting of this sweet sorrow in the fact that you're about to get acquainted with the other women.

If only all chores were this pleasant.