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The Institute of Advanced Sexuality - Chapter 19
That second winter was brutal, preventing even the hardiest of trappers from venturing out into the snow and high winds. Damon on the other hand was not pleased with Frieda as his only companion for sex. During one of the rare lulls in that ferocious winter he visited the Eskimos to make peace with the chief and see if he could trade Frieda's services for access to a couple of Eskimo girls, preferably young so he could train them to be good when it came time for them to be used by the men of the tribe or swapped with the trappers. Naturally the chief of the tribe would have first call on Frieda's services. The old man had heard much about this white woman and was eager to see if she was as good as the claims made her out to be. Unfortunately for Frieda, Damon was ignorant of many of their customs. The chief already had three wives, ranging in age from perhaps twenty to past forty. The oldest of his wives ruled the others and she expected to be obeyed by the white woman as well.
While Damon had the pleasure of training twin Eskimo girls who were fascinated by his big cock and giggled when his fat tongue tickled her little pussies, Frieda was introduced to her new mistress and her assistants. The trio was flat-faced and hardened by their life in the Eskimo enclave. Lunia, the eldest wife, would prove to be a merciless mistress, quick to punish the white woman for any error or hint of disobedience to her wishes. The other wives knew full well that the smartest thing they could do was to support Lunia in any matter involving the white woman. The trio also knew that the old leader still reigned supreme in their world. So to avoid losing status by adopting the risky strategy of continuously blaming the white woman for any and every mishap, instead they set traps that made her look to be the culprit for major setbacks that affected the entire tribe.
The major advantage Frieda had was her expertise in sexually satisfying men gained over many decades of perfecting this survival art. However the old chief proved to be a very difficult sex partner, having become quite comfortable with what his three wives provided in that area. He was not impotent, but by now proved to be a challenge to his wives when it came to actually bringing him to a climax of sorts. At first he paid no interest to this latest member of his igloo. He made sure she was kept busy helping the wives prepare his food and keeping everything in this igloo in good working order. It wasn't until the third day that he finally gave Frieda her chance to satisfy his needs. In the igloo there was no such thing as privacy. So it was that his newest acquisition stripped to the skin to display her body. The wives were eager to compare what she offered to their own bodies. This just added to their insecurity and irritation.
Most of the scars from previous beatings had nearly faded. Her full firm tits were superior to what any of the old chief's wives possessed now or ever. What irritated them the most was her shaved privates, calling attention to the full, blood-red cunt lips guarding her still tight fuck tunnel. As they watched in envy, the chief beckoned Frieda to his bed of pelts, then pointed to his groin and the huddled lump that hung over his shrunken scrotum. She wasted no time responding to his wishes. There was a collective gasp from his trio of wives as the white woman opened her mouth and sucked up his limp cock, which quickly disappeared from view. The chief's weather-beaten face broke into a smile as Frieda nosily sucked his limp cock. All his wives could do was stare with open mouths at this display.
It got even more astonishing as she let his cock slip from between her lips and quickly dove beneath to fasten her mouth onto his shrunken scrotum. She popped his balls out and quickly recaptured them for some serious sucking. The chief groaned as he felt blood flow into regions of his groin that had been dry for years. Now Frieda licked them until they glistened, and then followed that with kisses, going back and forth. Before any of his wives could say anything, she returned to his cock and sucked the head for a few seconds and then moved down the stiffening shaft to suck the middle portion and even give it gentle bites that had the chief moaning and saying words in his tongue that she did not understand.
She managed to consume his entire hard length for a brief moment before releasing all of it except the bulbous head that was now scarlet and weeping. She sucked and hummed as the tribal leader's chest heaved and his breath grew ragged as he felt the onset of a climax, something he had failed to experience for many, long, empty months. Moments later what Frieda swished around in her mouth was watery with only a trace of saltiness, but it was brought up from his churning balls and ejected from his firm prong, a triumph for the white woman. She didn't know it at the time, but Frieda had made three enemies who during that terrible winter would take every opportunity to bring her as close to death as they dared.
As soon as the chief nodded off to sleep, the trio of Eskimo women were upon Frieda like ravenous wolves, quickly binding her wrists behind her back and stuffing her mouth with a piece of worn fur, holding it in place with another strip of leather. They dragged the struggling white woman over to the bucket that was used by it occupants and shoved her head into the filthy smelly mess. Frieda struggled as best she could, but they were too strong for her. Gradually her strength failed and they could keep her head beneath the muck until she stopped struggling. Lunia counted slowly in her native tongue until she was certain the white woman swallowed enough of the bucket's foul contents. She watched as her adversary coughed up what she had ingested, then ordered her companions to dunk Frieda back into the muck and hold her there until she gave the command to let her up again. Frieda lost count of how many times she went under the mess in that foul smelling bucket, but at long last they allowed her to rest.
Her tormentors dragged her naked body out of the igloo and made her roll in the snow to clean off what had accumulated on her face and upper body. The brutal cold and the howling wind combined to suck the heat from her bare body and soon she was shivering so badly that her teeth felt as if they were about to shatter from the way they were clicking. Finally she was allowed to enter the igloo and put on some clothing. She was barely conscious, but her cruel mistress ordered her to begin cutting small pieces of blubber from the large chunk that was kept under a mound of snow and frozen pelts. It was hard work, but it kept her mind from the troubles she had just experienced. Frieda realized she had made some enemies with the way she satisfied the chief of the tribe. Perhaps if she taught them the techniques she knew about satisfying the trappers and other white men, they might look more kindly toward her.
Her plan was doomed to failure. The Eskimo chief was not one who was driven by his sexual appetites. If the white woman could now and then bring him to a climax, that was expected for as chief he had an image to uphold with his tribe, especially for the few candidates waiting to fight for his position once he passed away and his spirit left the tribe. In the interim he cleverly exploited his slave by using her as a gift to his rivals. When she wasn't having sex with his challengers, teaching her secrets to his trio of wives or being taught how to sexually satisfy the women, she worked tirelessly on his cock as he dozed and dreamed of his past and all the women he had satisfied.
As the months went by and the storms continued unabated, he spent more time with other families that were of his blood, leaving Frieda at the mercy of his wives who took advantage of the situation. For days on end they took turns humiliating her. They filled the bucket with their wastes and forced the white woman to search for her food that was also added to the bucket as she watched. They kept her hands tied behind her back for days on end. Her hands would swell and turn nearly black before they released them to allow the blood circulation to return, bringing terrific pain to her swollen hands. She remained naked at all times and for additional punishment would be pushed out into the snow and ice for hours on end as she huddled beneath the snow and shivered as the wind whipped icy particles across the frigid landscape.
Frieda's big firm tits acted as magnets for the three savages. Rawhide strips were noosed around the base of each tit and remained for days. After a time the blood circulation was nearly eliminated and those big bags grew larger and took on a strange shiny color that with time turned to black. When the strips were finally removed the pain was terrific as blood flowed quickly back into those bulging bags. Her screams were so loud and lengthy that they resorted to stuffing her mouth with snow to silence her. She was dragged over to the pile of frozen pelts that covered the blubber where Frieda was forced to her knees and positioned so her tits were supported by the unyielding pelts. Now while two of the wives held her in this position, made easier by her weakened condition, Lunia proceeded to pound those super sensitive mounds with frozen strips of blubber until she passed out from the pain.
Her once bald cunt entrance was now covered with fleecy, golden hairs that interested the women who took action to humiliate her. They amused themselves by plucking those long golden hairs from her pubes, often leaving the stubs at the skin line. Often these stubs would become ingrown and be a source of constant irritation and low-level pain. Of even greater interest was Frieda's cunt. They would collect fresh snow from outside the igloo and pack her cunt with it. It didn't take long for the snow to suck up most of her naked body's heat and cause her to shiver uncontrollably from the cold. Sometimes her lips would become almost black from the loss of body heat and on a few occasions her face would also change color to a pale blue, a sign that she was on the verge of passing out.
Worse yet was the accidental discovery made by the youngest wife, who had smaller than normal hands. One day the three of them were taking turns packing Frieda's cunt with as much snow as they could force into that tight tunnel. While one packed her cunt, the other two rubbed snow all over her face and poked it into the white woman's ears and nostrils as she struggled against the fiendishly tight leather strips that kept her hands tied behind her back. The youngest was busy trying to stuff more snow into Frieda's cunt by pounding her fist into the snow she had already crammed into the white woman's cavity. The previous snow was not as compact as she thought and it failed, allowing her fist to enter Frieda's cunt. At first she felt trapped as the tight tube of flesh clamped down on her wrist. Frieda added to the turmoil by screaming and thrashing about, but failing to rid her cunt of the wife's fist.
Order was soon restored and the wife's hand removed from the white woman's cunt. It didn't take long for Lunia to realize what had happened and make the most of it. That long night the trio learned how to use bear grease to lubricate their fists so they could enter Frieda's cunt and stretch it to its limits as the slave grunted and gasped in pain. Naturally it was the youngest wife who finally managed to get her fist completely inside and then move it up their victim's birthing canal. When she made contact with Frieda's uterus the white woman vomited from the pain, much to the delight of the three wives. Later in the lengthy session they managed to draw blood, their fingers scraping the membrane guarding the sensitive tube of flesh.
The nightmare continued as the trio now took turns presenting their hairy maws to Frieda for grooming. The smell and taste were unlike anything she had experienced, even from the trappers she had serviced over the last winter. Prior to her arrival the trio had been prevented from enjoying each other by the baleful presence of the tribe's chief. His lengthy absences and focus on his slave when he did return to his igloo now strengthened their desire for sexual revenge. Since the white woman had no way to speak to him, they were now able to use her for the same servicing as the chief.
Any attempt on her part to even hint to him about what they were going to do would lead quickly to her demise as soon as the chief left her under their control. This was communicated to Frieda in a brutal manner, her tits were skewered with whalebone needles and her cunt lips sewed shut with rough thread that hurt even more than the needle that was used. For the next few sleep cycles, days were nonexistent, they took turns squatting over their sex slave's face, letting her tongue dissolve layer after layer of unmentionable material from their pubes that she was forced to dispose by swallowing.
Still not satisfied, they cut some blubber from the main chunk hidden beneath a layer of pelts, and carved the pieces into crude versions of cocks. The stitching was removed from the slave's cunt mouth in a rough way that left numerous cuts in her cuntlips. Now she was open for more fun as the trio took turns fucking her with their blubber cocks as she screamed and struggled to escape the terrible pain caused by the icy slices of raw whale meat that rubbed the insides of her cunt into a bleeding tube of sore, swollen flesh. When the crude weapons lost some of their hardness they were placed outside of the igloo to harden and others were carved and employed to continue the white woman's torture. Frieda lost a considerable amount of blood from the vicious attacks on her cunt, so they were discontinued. That did not mean she was given any rest. Now the crude weapons were used to open her asshole. The only thing that saved her from dying in that cramped little icehouse was the return of the chief who had taken sick and decided to let his wives treat his illness.
The tribal leader was too sick to realize the poor condition of his slave. His wives made sure that he suspected nothing, keeping Frieda busy sucking his limp cock and licking his shrunken balls by the hour. They even took turns assisting the white woman. One of the wives was always dedicated to stroking his cock into Frieda's mouth whenever she tired and needed to rest her mouth and tongue. It was late in a cycle when their husband coughed up some blood, his chest rattling. The white woman was roused from her troubled sleep and set to work sucking his cock with every bit of energy she possessed while the wives wailed and chanted. Perhaps an hour later the old man died, his cock still limp. Lunia put on her furs and disappeared into the howling storm to let the next in line know that he was now the chief of the tribe. When she returned with the new chief and some of the male members of his family, they supervised the wives as they dressed the dead chief in his best finery and buried his body beneath the floor of the igloo. It would be exhumed once the thaw came and sent to its proper destination in the traditional way of the Eskimo. The new chief decided to take Frieda as his concubine until her master came for her in the Spring.
(To be continued - jethro jodhpur)
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