The Master Tribe - Part 1

[johnd]

The Master Tribe - Part 1

By John D.

WARNING. This story contains lots of violence, sex and death. If you are offended by any of these, please do not read on.


Mimbu was sitting next to his friends around the fire. He was 16 years old and looked just like the other villagers. He was medium sized, about 5? 6?, and fairly skinny, just like the other men in the village. The villagers were primarily vegetarians, eating the native plants and roots that grew wild around the village. They would also eat insects. But they never ate meat because they could never catch any wild animals. It was 1350, before any white men came to Africa. There were hundreds of villages scattered around the Congo. The village chief, who was in his early 30?s, was at the head of the group of men, guarded by two young men in their 20?s holding spears. The men were laughing and telling jokes. The women and children were already in their huts, getting ready to go to sleep.

Looking in at the men from 100 feet away were Tarok and five other warrior boys from the Master Tribe. Tarok was also 16 years old. But he looked nothing like Mimbu. He was tall, 6? 2? tall, and he was very big and muscular. While Mimbu only weighed 110 pounds, Tarok weighed 240 pounds. He weighed more than twice as much as the boy who was his same age and he was solid muscle. Not an ounce of fat. Tarok was the biggest and strongest and fastest of the six warrior boys who had surrounded the village. He was the leader of the group. Tarok was a meat eater. He and the other warrior boys ate pounds and pounds of meat every day. That?s why he was so big and muscular. His body turned all that meat into muscle.

The warrior boys were on a mission. They were the biggest and strongest 16 year old boys of the Master Tribe. If they succeeded in their mission, they would be anointed by their chief as Master Warriors, the top social order of the Master Tribe, sort of like being knights in Europe in medieval times.

They were forbidden to have weapons. Their muscular bodies were their weapons. And they would use those rock hard powerful bodies to smash and kill anything that got in their way, man or animal. They would kill whatever they wanted. They were the masters.

Tarok looked at the men sitting around the fire. God they were tiny. They were short and they were obviously very weak. They were little jackals, thought Tarok. He hated jackals. For some reason he focused on Mimbu and thought that little jackal might be the same age as he was. He looked at Mimbu?s skinny arms, his bony shoulders and his sunken chest. Then he looked down at his own 20 inch arms and his huge shoulders and chest and smiled. All the jackals in this village would be no match for the six young warriors. Tarok and his friends were going to attack over 100 men. And he knew they would win.

Tarok gave his men their orders. They circled the village and then Tarok made a bird call. The six warriors silently ran into the village and before the men knew what was happening they surrounded them around the fire. While the men were still in shock, two of the young warriors ran up to the guards, yanked the spears out of their hands and then grabbed their necks with one hand. They squeezed their huge hands around the two puny pencil necks. The muscles in their forearms bulged with raw power as their thick muscular fingers smashed into the guards? necks. Then they twisted their wrists and there was a loud snapping sound as the two huge young warriors broke the spines of the guards, snapping their necks like they were snapping a twig They let go and the lifeless bodies fell to the ground. This all happened in about 10 seconds. The men were stunned. The two warriors then helped surround the men.

Then Tarok yelled, ?All of you stay where you are. Stay seated. If anybody tries to escape you will be killed. And your death will be very painful. The men froze. Tarok was standing opposite Mimbu. Mimbu looked at Tarok?s body and couldn?t believe what he was seeing. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, a huge muscular boy, so big, so strong, so muscular. Mimbu couldn?t believe boys like this existed. He couldn?t take his eyes off Tarok. Tarok looked down at Mimbu and sneered. His face was big and very good looking. He had a square jaw and big cheekbones and very white teeth. Mimbu was stared at his face and then at his arm. Tarok saw him look at his arm and he flexed his huge bicep and Mimbu?s eyes opened wide. He so wanted to touch that muscle. Tarok sneered again. Fucking little jackal, he thought to himself.

Suddenly one of the young men jolted up and started running towards the huts. Tarok ran after him and easily caught him. He was twice as fast as the weak little villager. He dragged the boy, who was probably about 18 and weighed maybe 120 pounds, back in front of all the men. He smashed his big fist into the boy?s gut and the boy buckled over in pain. The punch was so powerful it went all the back to his spine. The boys little abs were no match for Tarok?s huge arm. He pulled up the boy and smashed his knee into the boy?s crotch, breaking the boy?s pelvis. The boy cried out in abject pain. All the other men were horrified. Then he grabbed an arm, twisted it up the boy?s back and snapped the ligaments and tendons in the boy?s shoulder. It sounded like the joints popping when you pull a wing off a turkey. He pulled the boy?s weak little arm right off his shoulder and he threw it at the men. Blood was now pouring out of the boy?s shoulder. The boy was screaming in pain. Next, Tarok grabbed the boy?s knees and pulled them up so the boys crotch was near Tarok?s neck. Then he started spreading his arms, the huge muscles of his shoulders and lats spreading the boy?s legs apart. Soon there was a crackling sound as the boy?s ligaments started to break apart. The boy was yelling in pain. His legs were now horizontal to the ground and Tarok started pulling them apart. The triceps in his huge arms flexed and the boy?s bones started to break. Tarok grunted and flexed harder and both legs were pulled off the boy?s torso. Tarok grabbed one of the legs, pulled hard, and pulled it right off. He threw the bloody leg at the men. Now the boy was crying and yelling. Fiery pain was searing through his body. But Tarok wasn?t done. He wrapped his arms around the boy?s chest and squeezed. Instantly all the boy?s ribs were broken. Tarok kept squeezing and soon there was nothing left of the boy?s chest. It was a piece of mush. It was smaller than the boy?s waist. Now the boy couldn?t breathe. He had no lungs. But Tarok wanted to inflict more pain. He grabbed the boy?s good leg and his good armpit and dropped down on one knee. Then he smashed the boy?s spine over his knee, breaking it instantly and causing more surges of pain to jolt though the boy?s almost lifeless body. Then Tarok grabbed the boy?s neck, stood up and held him high for all the men to see. Blood was gushing out of the boy?s shoulder and crotch onto Tarok who was now covered in blood. The boy writhed in the most abject pain imaginable. ?This is what happens if you try to escape. You die in total pain. You will have more pain that you ever thought possible.? Then he squeezed the boy?s neck, crushing it instantly with his huge fingers. He twisted his big wrist and broke the boy?s neckbones. The he grabbed the boy?s head with one hand and held the boy?s shoulder with the other hand. And he pulled the boy?s head right off his body. One of the other warriors handed him a dead guard?s spear and Tarok jammed the spear into the boy?s head. Then he stabbed it into the ground for all the men to see. They were silently trembling.

None of the men tried escaping after that brutal display of pain and death. By now, the women and children were standing outside their huts. They couldn?t believe what they had seen either. They were all crying. The boy was the brother of some of the girls and the son to one of the women. He was one of them. And he was brutally killed by the giant young man who was now standing there in full control of the village. Tarok walked over to the women and children and yelled. All boys 13 years and older go sit with the men. You?re not boys. You?re men. A few of the boys walked over and sat with the men. Tarok walked along the women. He saw a few boys who looked tall, jerked their arms and threw them over with the men.

He walked back to the men, who were still seated around the fire with their chief in the seat of honor. The two dead guards were beside the chief. Tarok walked over, grabbed a dead guard by the neck and easily lifted him up. Then he threw him over to the women. He did the same thing with the other guard. All this time Mimbu was staring at Tarok?s body. He was transfixed by his muscles, his strength, his dominance. Tarok came over and grabbed a charcoal out of the fire. Fortunately it wasn?t lit, it was just black charcoal. He stood in front of Mimbu. ?Stand up!? he yelled. Mimbu stood, standing eight inches shorter than the gigantic teen in front of him. He looked like a little girl next to the huge warrior. ?Walk over to that tree and back,? said Tarok. Mimbu walked over to the three and then back. Tarok sneered at him and rubbed the charcoal on his forehead. ?Sit down,? he said.

Now all the young warriors had pieces of charcoal and they started ordering the men to walk over to the tree and back. The men who could do it got their foreheads marked with charcoal. A few of the young men had a limp. They didn?t get a mark. And there were some older men, men in their 40?s and a few in their 50?s. They didn?t get a mark either, even though they could walk fine.

One of the warriors went to the side of the village and brought in a huge long rope, a rope made by the women in the Master Tribe. He put the rope down by the men. Then, while five of the young warriors stood there guarding the seated men, Tarok walked along the men. He came to a young man to didn?t have a mark on his forehead. He grabbed the man by his skinny pencil neck, pulled him up and squeezed, crushing his windpipe. Then he twisted his thick wrist, snapping the young man?s neck. The man was dead. He lifted the man up and tossed him to the women. ?He?s weak,? said Tarok. All the women were screaming and the men were squirming as they sat. They knew that if they got up they would be tortured and killed by one of the huge young warriors standing over them. Tarok grabbed the old men and threw them at the women. He didn?t kill them. He only killed the weak young men, the young men who couldn?t walk right. In five minutes he killed six young men and threw their dead bodies at the women. His hands were the hands of death. Mimbu watched his huge fingers wrap themselves around a neck and then squeeze. He saw Tarok?s huge forearm muscles, muscles that were bigger than Mimbu?s legs, ball up into a huge mass of muscle as enormous pressure was forced into those huge fingers. It was so easy for Tarok to kill. It was like he was squishing fruit as he crushed the weak little necks. Then when he twisted his wrist and snapped the neckbones, Mimbu was ready to cum in his little shorts. His cock was rock hard as he watched Tarok?s huge muscles kill his friends.

Finally when Tarok was done killing, he went up to the chief. ?You?re in the front of the line,? he said. ?Stand up.? The chief stood up and Tarok tied the end of the rope to his right arm and then wrapped the rope around his neck. Another warrior ordered another man to stand and he tied the rope around his arm and wrapped it around his neck. One by one the men were tied together by the rope. The rope was tied tight to their arms and wrapped around their necks. If any man tried to escape, he would strangle the man in front of him and maybe many more men. Also he would be immediately killed by one of the young warriors. There was no way these men could escape.

When the young warriors had finished tying up the rope, they had 120 men tied up. They smiled at each other. It was a good catch. Then they walked over to the women, who were crying and holding on to the little kids. ?Give us your food. Give us all your food,? yelled Tarok. ?These jackals will need food during the march,? he said, pointing to the tied up men. The women went into their huts and brought out sacks of roots and berries and even a sack of insects. The young warriors tied the sacks onto the biggest prisoners like backpacks. Tarok turned to the old men standing there with the women. ?If you try to follow us you will all be killed. Even the women and children. These jackals are our slaves. They will work for us. You stay here with the women and make more boys. My sons will be back to take them too. We are the Master Tribe and we take whatever we want. You jackals are animals to us. We use you and kill you whenever we want.?

To make his point, Tarok went over to one of the youngest of the older men. He grabbed the man and brought him to three of the other young warriors. ?Kill him,? he ordered. Without hesitation, the three warriors started smashing their fists into the man. Their arms were huge and the amount of power they had in their fists was incredible. He bounced back and forth among the three huge guys. They hit his gut, his chest, his back, cracking ribs, and finally his face, smashing his nose and breaking his cheekbones and jaw. He fell to the ground and one of the warriors jumped on top of him and smashed his fists into his face with such power that his face was soon gone. There was no face there and the young warrior kept smashing. Finally gray brain matter started oozing out of his head. The young warrior smiled. He reached into the skull and pulled out a big gray mass of brain. He stood up and flexed his huge arms with the gray brain in his hand. Then he smashed his foot onto the guy?s head, pulverizing the bone. He walked over to one of the slaves and smashed the brain into his face. Blood and brain were dripping down the slave?s weak little body. He was trembling. ?We love killing jackals!? yelled the huge warrior who?s bloody hands were still covered by gray brain as he flexed his huge arms. This brainless man was nothing to these big strong young warriors. He was a jackal. Tarok grabbed the man and threw him at the other older men, spattering them with blood spurting out of the man?s face. All the villagers were terrified of the young warriors.

TO BE CONTINUED

[TheMM]

I don't know a lot about African history (and I won't claim to be), but who knows, tribal conflicts were very common long before Europeans came to Africa; so to have only a few large, brawny warriors come and take all the men for slave labor, in a way, may have been a "true story" in a sense.

In other words, I'm intrigued.

[Adam]

Wow, a dark tale indeed! And as always, extremely vivid and well-written! I'm quite curious to see where this is going to go, since I can imagine a few different ways things could end. Please post the next chapter soon!

[Phlex]

My only complaint, and it is minor, is that giving English-style heights and weights for the characters detracts from the scene-building atmosphere. Perhaps metaphors or comparisons to things found in nature (or simply saying that Tarok was two heads taller than Mimbu?) could be devised?

[yobdior]

I also enjoyed the darkness. Hope there's something more to happen between Mimbu and Tarok

[tagsnola]

... got their comeuppance. You know, like a well-armed contingent of Euros overcoming them and hauling them off to the West Indies, someplace like Curacao or Jamaica. Maybe with the willing collaboration of some of the "jackals" these jerks lorded over, tortured and murdered. After all, if these "master tribesmen" are going to refer to their victims as "jackals," at least let the victms ACT like jackals. One on one, the lion always has it over the jackal, but in packs, jackals most certainly can take down a lion.

Yes, I know, in actual history, it was the "master tribesmen" types who's raiding parties captured victims from neighboring tribes to sell to white slavers, but, hey, that's why they call these stories "fantasies." The fantasy, of course, being the "jackals" standing on the beach and waving "goodbye" as the European slave ship sails away to the West Indies with "the trash." < heh heh heh >