Goddesses and Gremlins... Part 2
By Beaten Man   Replies to humbled@abeatenman.com 
Part 2 -  The ledgers of Rasha Shaluaan 


Warning contains graphic sexual violence - no one under 18

Chapter 7

Ministry of Colonial Affairs

The Third Day of May in The year of his Majesty King George III, 1798

In matters of Colonial trade affairs the sovereign has commanded the ministry
produce these references.

Vol 3 [Africa] # 128

Trade Partner: The Natulie

Region: Kenya

Currency; None

Local Trade: Barter

Commerce: Agrarian

Principal deity; Rasha Shaluaan

Lesser deitys: None [monotheistic]

Trade Mission; None

Common Translations

God: Rasha

Father: Re

Mother: Rasha

Brother. Ru

Sister No indigineous word known

Daughter: Luaan

Son; No indigineous word known

Government: The Natulie have a two part government that combines day to day
administration with religion. Administration is handled by the council of
elders, a males only body. Council membership is open only to fathers of
females. The senior council member is a semi religous figure. He is always the
father of the principal religious figure ,known as, Nai Oben Sha . All
religious matters are handled by The grand shaman [Nai Oben Sha ] or the
lesser shamans known in english as virgins. All religious figures are female.
Laws are administered under religous codes known in The Kings English as The
Ledgers.

Culture. 65% of the Natulie are Male and 35% are Female. It is unknown what
family structure exists in the society. Living appears to be communal

Little is known of the people or their culture. Trade is non existant and
contact is limited. Most ministry information comes from non Natulie sources.
More information is possibly available at his Majesties Nairobi trade mission.

Chapter 8

It was Her Time. Shatiluaan sniffed deeply,. first in one direction and then
the next. The presence of seed was evident in all directions. From the closed
door and beyond it was overpoweringly pungent. The magnificent globes of her
chest swelled as she inhaled.

She was confused. The red faced old one had commited taboo upon her and she
was in flames. When he had touched the forbidden place the heat had began.
When he caressed her breasts it had spread like fire through her body. Even
now, hours later, the fire raged unabated. She had brought him to her, yet he
was repugnant to her and the smell of seed had been weak.. Only the spilling
of it upon his own hand had saved him from the darkest entry in the ledger.
Even still, she had wanted his stalk. She had wanted him to commit mortal sin
knowing he had no useful seed.

The smell of seed from the door was beginning to make her convulse. She
shuddered and wave after wave of the luring scent escaped her body. The tiny
room was filling with the Natulie perfume of desire. The loin patch which
proclaimed and hid the forbidden place was soaked and her legs ran wet beneath
it. She rubbed her breasts to ease the ache within them.

I must control myself she thought. I am the temple of Rasha Shaluaan. I am Nai
Oben Sha.

She commited taboo and used her own hand to still the raging inferno in the
forbidden place and silently prayed that Rasha would balance the ledger
mercifully and would understand. Eventually the fire subsided until it was
only a dull ember that was at least bearable.. The luring scent stopped
leaving her in waves and settled to a lingering aura about her body.

When she had brought control to her body she was able again to think. She
looked about her new hut and gave thanks to the Mother of all Daughters for
restoring her privacy and for the straw mat she now had to sleep on. She was
not shackled to another and she was not in the presence of another. After
seven months she had almost forgotten what a gift from above solitude was.

I will be patient. I will trust in the guidance of The Mother. The luring
scent will deliver the sire of the mother of the next Nai Oben Sha. She smiled
to herself and lay down on the fine straw mat. Within moments she was walking
the green hills of the Natulie and accepting the offerings of fruit from the
smiling children.

Chapter 9

What's the matter with that horse of yours? He's damn near kicked down the
stall. Can't you control him? Foote was in a bad mood. He'd spent the night
driving a wagon and dodging spit. He'd had very little sleep and his patience
was wearing thin. The fact that the horse was Martins made the stallions
behavior even more irritating to him. And besides, he had been walking around
with a hard on for the last 24 hours and that was annoying him too. That
damned old fool, Nathanial. had locked away that luscious piece of dark fruit
he had been carting around all night before he'd had a chance to sample the
wares. Being the slave master was supposed to have some benefits. He didn't
consider a face full of drool to be one of them.

There's a mare in heat out there somewhere. He can't help himself. Haven't you
ever heard of love? Martin Ward was not in the best of moods himself. He too
had spent the night driving a wagon. And all the while listening to Foote in
the wagon ahead cursing for no apparent reason every few minutes. The jackass
had even argued with him about who was going to take the big slave woman out
of the wagon.

Why did you lock up that new female, he demanded. I had plans for her. I spent
the night in a wagon listening to you curse like a fool and thinking of how
nice it would be to ride the new slave.

I had nothing to do with it. You'll have to ask your father, he's the one who
had her locked away. He made me have the house niggers bring her to his room
as soon as we got here this morning. Then twenty minutes later he sticks his
head out the door and starts yelling for someone to take her away. He made me
give her Flo's shed . He had his idiot shadow Lucas guarding the door until
lunch. Then he had me put her under lock and key Is your father keeping some
private stock?. And by the way bucko, I had my own plans for her. You at least
have a wife.

Mind your place Foote. What I do is my business. If I want to fuck some slave
it's none of your concern. As for the old man. Thats as crazy as your cursing
at the dark. And speaking of my wife, have you seen the skinny bitch or my
lazy son?

Gabriel is with Lucas, they're tending to some errands for your father. I
haven't seen your wife. Foote spoke pleasantly as he imagined Lucas twisting
off Martins head and drooling into the stump. Is there anything else you need
before I go to the fields? If I'm not there everyone slacks off.

Yeah, have someone find the mare that's in heat and bring her to my horse
before he does destroy the stables. Oh, one more thing, As soon as the locks
off that door I want to know.

You'll know Foote thought. You'll hear her moaning under me..

Chapter 10

Nathanial Ward was agitated. He was not used to being agitated. He wasn't used
to any emotion or feeling. They took away time and your concentration. He had
business to conduct and human feelings were an inconvenience he didn't allow.

The new slave was having a strange effect on him. Inspired by his unexpected
erection he'd had her brought to his room upon their arrival at the
plantation. He had sent everyone away, even Lucas, intending to test his
reawakened manhood. He never expected to behave as he had. After all he was 64
years old and beyond such nonsense.

The look of her body had instilled him with an insane desire as soon as they
had been left alone Her smell had filled him with uncontrollable lust. He had
madly torn off her clothes and run his hands over her like a fifteen year old
boy first discovering that females have different equipment. It was as though
she was the first woman he had ever seen.

He had rubbed his face on her breasts and licked her ass as she stood in front
of him. Nathanial Ward never had behaved in such a manner, not even as a young
man. He was 64 but passion was not something he had ever experienced.

And she had wanted him. That beautiful, magnificent creature had wanted his
fat wrinkled old body. She'd torn wildly at his clothes and pulled him down on
the floor and moaned like a banshee. She had wrapped her legs around him like
a python and crushed his face into her busom.

His cock had been a throbbing piece of lumber. Just the taste of her breasts
had set him to a powerful ejaculation as he was fumbling with it in his hand
trying to find the black Amazons slit. He couldn't even remember the last time
he had ejaculated.

She had continued to moan and pull on the now limp member for minutes
afterwards trying to force it to her. When it became obvious to her that he
was not going to complete the job he'd started she pushed him away and lay on
the floor rubbing her nipples and chanting some incomprehensible babble.

Luckily once his passion had spent itself he was able to think again. He had
given her back the rags she wore and pulled her to his dressing chamber so
that she could cover herself. While she was occupied he'd begun to recall
other things he found strange.

It was true she had a magnificent body. He had never seen the likes of it
before. And it was not strange that men would find her alluring. He'd seen the
leers of the other bidders yesterday and even recalled his own appreciation of
her curves.. But the effect she had on men was beyond idle attraction. Martin
and Foote had fallen all over themselves trying to be the first to get to her
as they were unloading the wagons. He'd thought Martin was going to hit Foote
when he had started to lead her away. The new slaves and the other wagon
drivers had just stood around and stared at her, pulling at themselves. The
drivers had even ignored Foote when he told them to move along. And when the
two house slaves had brought her upstairs he had to have Lucas drag them off
to get rid of them. Plus, there was no explanation for the way he behaved or
for that matter her receptiveness to him. He was not a fool. He had no
illusions about his desirability.

Even Lucas was not immune to strange behaviour around her. Foote had asked him
why he had told Lucas to guard her door. He hadn't. Lucas never did anything
unless Nathaniel told him to. The thought of him acting independently
disturbed Nathaniel Ward more than even his own unusual behaviour..

He had actually been so disturbed that he'd put her under lock and key and
sent his grandson off to find someone who could communicate with the slave.
Even now, eight hours later, he was still disturbed. He had not been able to
sleep and couldn't stop thinking about her. And he had his third hard on in
two days. The richest and most powerful man in the Carolinas had nothing
better to do than think about some slave?

Either he was getting senile or something strange was going on.

Nathanial Ward is not senile he thought.

Chapter 11

Gabriel Ward was probably the best of the male Wards. He had his fathers good
looks and none of his temperment. . He was a Ward and, of course, used to
getting his own way but the privileges of birth had not scarred him with
cruelty or indolence. Unlike his father he didn't mind doing a days work. In
fact the only he thing he shared with Martin was that he too disliked his own
father.

Martin hated that Nathaniel controlled everything and stayed only for the
wealth he would receive.when his father died. He even hated the fact that
Nathaniel had lived so long and was still hanging on. Gabriel disliked Martin
simply because he was cruel and indifferent to others. The same reason
everyone else disliked him.

Gabriel was the apple of Nathanial Wards eye and resented by his own father
because of it.

He didn't really understand why he was sitting in a wagon heading to
Charleston, but his grandfather said go so here he was.. Bound for the docks
where the slaves were auctioned to find someone who spoke their language.

Gabriel had no idea the slaves even had a language, and certainly none as to
why anyone would want to speak in it. Not Nathanial Ward of all people. His
grandfather never spoke with the slaves. He rarely spoke with anyone except
him and Lucas. And Lucas didn't really count. But Wards do what Nathaniel
says. .

Truth be known he liked the idea of going to the docks. He was sixteen and the
docks were an interesting allure to a young man living in the confines of an
isolated plantation. There were women and spirits on the docks. At least thats
what he'd heard. He was particularly curious about the women. He was still a
virgin and would like for that not to be so. As happens to all young men of
that age, his body was constantly reminding him that there was purpose to all
its equipment. Today the equipment's reminder was extremely uncomfortable If
he had to ask a few ridiculous questions about languages to please his
grandfather, so be it.

He was not particularly pleased that his Grandfather had made him take Lucas
for protection.

Gabriel would have preferred someone who would actually sit in the carriage
with him.

It wasn't that he was afraid of Lucas, he didn't believe any of the terrible
rumors he' heard of him. In fact he'd never understood how anything so large
and ferocious looking could be so docile. He had never seen Lucas do anything
but stand or sit and stare blankly. Lucas just made him uncomfortable.. He
never spoke and never reacted when spoken to. He would obey a command and
never acknowledge that he had even heard. He would do the requested task,
return and go back to staring. He had stood in front of his grandfathers room
doing nothing every day for as long as Gabriel could remember

But a companion who rode on top of a carriage, didn't speak and didn't
acknowledge being spoken to was a poor companion for a days ride. When he had
argued with his Grandfather and asked for one of Footes men or even one of the
other slaves his grandfather had refused. He'd insisted Lucas would be better
company. He'd said a change of scenery would do him good.

Gabriel knew he was just looking out for him, he was always overprotective
towards him. Lucas may just stare blankly and be just another domestic slave
but his presence would enourage the ruffians on the docks to be polite

And so he bumped along in the hot carriage with a driver he couldn't see in
front and a silent giant on the roof for his companions. Merrily rolling off
to Charleston to find an unkown person who could speak an unknown language.

On the roof of the carriage a silent brown giant flew with the August sun on
his back and his great arms flailing in the winds. Roars of laughter escaping
him and the foam from his wide mouth trailing on the breeze.. The luring scent
receding in his dull mind as the miles passed. So too the first erection he'd
ever experienced.

Chapter 12

The Fourteenth Day of July in The year of his Majesty King George III, 1809

The Right Honorable Winston Blakely

His Majesties Ministry of Trade

Nairobi Mission

Dear Sir

The translations of the documents and tablet have been completed by the museum
as you have requested. The documents are of a little known Kenyan Dialect. The
originals we have kept for display and the translations are enclosed with this
dispatch.

The Tablet is not of African dialect or origin. The symbols most closely
resemble the cuniforms of Sumer. The origin is suspected to be the area known
as the fertile crescent between the Tigris and Euphrates rivers. Its discovery
in Africa is remarkable and has potentially great scholarly interest. The
museum is in your debt.

The translation, as best we can determine, follows

I am Mother and I have chosen Thee. Dwell in the green valleys

Prosper and multiply and be nurtured at my breast

My issue is among thee. Honor her and thy well being is assured

Thou art welcome in my realm My wishes are few

Honor thy daughter for she is mother

Labor is its own reward. Steal not from another

Slay not thy neighbor

Honor thy neighbors daughters for they are mother as well

Covet not the daughters.

Worship not any god or image. Mother is with thee

Balance thine lives and let good outweigh evil.

Do not so and Harsh Destiny awaits thee

Commit no mortal sin lest my daughter smite thee

Trust not the man who wishes to lead. Thy will be led astray

We would be interested in any further discoveries in the area of exploration
and again wish to express our gratitude.

Sir Dudley Worthington, Curator

His Majesties Museum of Natural History, Cairo

Chapter 13

Micah Pedderson couldn't stop thinking of three things as he watched the
slaves toiling in the fields under the hot August sun. The voluptuous new
slave. The uncomfortable stiffness in his crotch which began as he drove the
wagon load of new slaves back from Charleston last night. And how fortunate he
was that Foote had stored her in a shed he had a key to.

The third thought comforted him as he took out the discomfort from the second
on the slaves he was overseeing.

He planned for a late evening treat for himself and the new arrival. With one
of the slaves to stand watch and everyone else asleep he'd be the first to
dine at the new table. For a change Martin and Foote could argue as to who
would be second. Besides them there wasn't anyone else who could possibly care
what he did with her. Watching slaves work was hard labor he thought, but it
had its benefits.

So he did his job, occassionaly kicking someone who paused to wipe the sweat
from his brow or slapping another for asking for water, and daydreamed of the
evenings planned activities. He would need to get some rest after dinner he
thought as he kicked another slacker.

Chapter 14

Shatiluaan moaned as the smell of seed emanated from behind the locked door.
Luring scent erupted from her body and fire began to rage in her loins. In the
blackness of the her tiny room she tore off her burlap rags and removed the
already drenched loin cloth.

Her hips circled madly on the straw beneath her as her buttocks ground it and
scattered it about. She rubbed her breasts and pulled at her nipples to
further stoke the flames that engulfed the forbidden place. She chanted
passionate thanks to The Mother for deliverance of the seed stalk.

The door flew open and a pale seed bearer, his stalk already engorged and
protruding from his robes, rushed in. Behind him came still another seed
bearer, this one black. with the smell of seed reeking from him.

She spread wide her arms and legs and chanted that all were welcome in the
temple of Rasha Shaluaan. She thrust forward the forbidden place and the
luring scent rose towards the seed bearers.

Micah tore at his pants as he dove for the lush amazon. He buried his face in
her breasts and drove his throbbing cock deep into her awaiting crotch. He
began bucking and thrusting as he bit at her nipples and licked the chocolate
breasts.

Shatiluaan wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed him to her busom
with her arms. She began rotating her hips and tightening the grip within the
forbidden place. She pulled and then relaxed and then pulled again on the
offered stalk as if to milk the seed from within it.

Micah moaned and licked and held tight as he rode the bucking mare beneath
him. He had no thought in his mind other than the body which engulfed him. He
was insane with passion and lust. Within minutes his body convulsed. He
screamed as the semen rushed from him into the gyrating

negress in whose embrace he lay. His climax was the most powerful he'd ever
known and continued as the exotic female drained the last drops of sperm from
him.

Shatiluaan felt the seed rush from the stalk into her. She continued to pulse
and gyrate as she awaited the sign from Rasha that the mother of her successor
was spawned. As she waited for her own climax..

She tightened her grip and continue squeezing as the stalk softened. Micah lay
upon her body moaning softly , panting as he did. All the strength drained
from him. Sperm ran out and dripped on her legs as she squeezed. She raised
his head and looked in his face with horror as she realized he had commited
mortal sin. He had not sired the daughter Rasha had commanded.

The fires still raged within her and the smell of seed was still strong from
the dark seed bearer. She pressed Micahs head once more to her breast and
slowly increased the grip of her arms, and of the legs that were wrapped
around him.

Micah began to cough and groan as the pressure on his body increased. He tried
to pull away and was instead pressed deeper into her vice. As the pain
increased he began to holler hoarsly and beat his fists against her sides. The
muscles stood out on her arms and legs as she continued to squeeze the
thrashing overseer.

The groans turned to screams as his ribs cracked and the pressure became
unbearable on his spine. Shatiluaan again raised his head and and pulled back
her hand.

She prayed for his redemption as she drove her fingers deep into his eye
sockets and Micah Pedderson let loose a final blood curdling scream.

The black seed bearing slave who was to stand watch pulled the lifeless Micah
from Shatiluaan as she relaxed her grip. The luring scent had driven him to a
lustful passion that overcame any sense of awareness to the overseers plight.
He lowered himself atop the chanting female and filled the forbidden place
with his lust filled erection.

The body that was a temple that was Shatiluaan closed around the seed bearer
oblivious to the voices and shouts and approaching footsteps of the slaves and
workers awakened from their sleep by the screams. With her legs wrapped about
the slave known as Benjamin she began grinding her hips as he thrust his own
hips in response.

The room began filling with the men responding to the screams of the late
Micah Pedderson.

To be continued in Part 3

The Wandering