Divvying Up the New Women and Laying Down the Law
As I was handing out the women from the tribe I'd just absorbed, a couple of guys with peculiar tastes occasionally came up to me.
"Hey, Chief. What about the old ladies? You said you weren't interested in them either, so should we just leave 'em be? ...Or, well, I kinda like that type...."
"...M-me too. Old women are fine by me."
The two who'd asked me were the kind who went for the blue ocean instead of the red ocean everyone else was fighting over. They were eyeing the women over 40 or 50 who'd hit menopause—ones I had zero interest in. The way they looked at the old ladies wasn't normal at all. I clocked right away what they wanted.
"Post-menopausal bitches? ...Yeah, fuck 'em if you want. I don't give a shit."
"Yes! Thank you!"
My two fetish weirdos were thrilled. Then another guy who'd been quietly watching sidled up to me and made a cautious request.
"Chief. So, can I fuck the little girls who haven't hit puberty yet? I like kids. These girls seem like ones you won't touch.... Or even boy kids are fine by me. I like 'em young, girl or boy."
"You wanna die? That what you want? Those ones'll be mine first once they start menstruating and can bear kids—once they become adult women. Any pedo lolicon fuckers who touch girl kids from now on die by my hand. I'll kill 'em real fucking brutally. I'll torment 'em till they beg for death, then finish 'em."
I'd half-expected some sick fucks like this, so I bellowed it out loud enough for the whole tribe to hear.
"Listen up, all of you! Touch the virgin pussies of women I'll fuck in the future, and you'll die in agony! And any faggot shit? I'll smash your fucking skull!"
"""...Yes, sir."""
Among the weird tastes, I couldn't forgive pedos or lolis going after girls who hadn't even hit puberty. It was stealing the virgin pussy of a future fuck of mine. Like bidding higher on a virgin pussy I'd already marked—pure evil, unforgivable.
After roughly setting our tribe's sexual norms like that and finishing the women distribution, the old chief of the absorbed tribe came up to protest.
"No way..., new Chief. This ain't right. Our tribe's women aren't your property. No matter how many more men you have or how strong you are, this is bullshit. We didn't get absorbed just to be treated like this."
"Hey, old chief. I've been easy on you 'cause you're pretty, but you're getting cocky. Want me to toss you over there to drain the men's balls? Be their meat toilet, public urinal...?"
"...M-meat toilet? Public urinal? ...I-I don't know what that means exactly, but... ...I don't wanna, d-do that...!"
"Then shut the fuck up. This is our tribe's tradition. Accept it if you wanna live happy under me without starving."
Of course, no such tradition existed. But if I made it one, it was tradition. Letting 25 men blow off steam with 5 ugly pregnant bitches? Profitable as fuck. The other 20 relatively hot ones were all mine.
To foster unity and forge us into one solid tribe, I fucked all 20 new women. Even the 2 not pregnant yet—I creampied 'em raw and knocked 'em up on the spot. Once I gave 'em heaven with my pussy-customizing shape-shifter cock and vibrating dick, even the bitchy old chief went quiet, blushing head to toe and panting like a bitch in heat. Continuous orgasms hit her with ahegao and squirting—she got the memo on my greatness.
"Haaang! S-something's coming...♡ First time ever, haaah!"
"That's your orgasm. Remember it well. You'll feel it a lot from now on. And every time, say you're cumming."
"...Heeeut, c-cumming, gonna cum...! Aaaang♡"
Primitive chief bitch's squirt..., this rare pussy fountain spraying psshh pshh spurt is priceless.
After a while, just seeing my huge cock made the old chief swallow hard, blush, and soak her pussy. Safe to say she was properly addicted to intense sex with my monster dick. No aphrodisiac or drugs needed—just relentless pussy training turned her into a cock addict.
"Kyaaak! What the fuck are you group doing?! Why rub your dicks in my armpit?! Aaah! That's not a dick hole!"
Outside my hut, our tribe guys were gangbanging the 4 pregnant (ugly) women, making a racket.
"Chief! Chief! Save meee! Kyaaak! Don't shove dick in my mouth! Mmph! Glrk glrk!"
"...H-holes are short, so dick in my mouth too? Dicks only go in pussies, you idiots! All the men in this tribe are morons?!"
"...Hey, I can't have kids anymore, ...but you'll still fuck me? For real? ...Hohoho, not bad for me.... Actually good. Been a while since I got properly nourished. Young studs after all those old farts—I'm thrilled."
I peeked outside. Except for the one guy who'd earned scout merit getting solo pussy, everywhere was noisy. The fetish dudes who'd asked about old ladies were happily servicing the new tribe's aunties and grannies.... The pregnant woman fucking her merit guy was sighing in relief at the easier, gentler sex compared to the other bitches getting gangbanged.
"Huh..., kinda slutty overall. But... yeah, fucking like this'll make 'em bond quick."
Seemed no big issues on a quick scan, so I headed back to my hut to keep railing my women.
A few days later, I was living it up with daily harem orgies including the new bitches alongside the old ones, but food was running low.
"Hmm, more mouths to feed now. Consumption's over double."
"Chief. How about trying that 'farming' you mentioned? It's hard work and won't yield as much as hunting, but steady harvests... and those grains store well. Keep 'em in a ventilated spot, lasts ages. I even have some seeds—from when I split off from a big tribe...."
"Yeah? Do it now."
"Yep!"
Farming this era was fucking primitive. Bash out a field with stone picks, scatter precious seeds. Dig irrigation or haul water. Oh, water reminded me—I made 'em boil all drinking water since these idiots drank it raw. No pots, so hunting concave stones was a pain. Wanted pottery for boiling, but knowledge seal blocked "pottery"—couldn't explain it, so stone bowls it was.
"Anyway, from now on, all drinking water from clean sources—boil it mandatory. Wash hands and feet often. Bathe too. Stink's disgusting—I fucking hate smelly fucks. Wash hands before eating, no exceptions. Oh, and... fuck. Right. Anyone shitting or pissing over drinking water? Man, woman, kid—I'll ream their asshole with my stone spear. Go far away to shit and piss. Pollute drinking water? You're dead."
"""Yes, sir..."""
No concept of plumbing here. Some moron would shit right over drinking water. Knowledge seal fucked me—couldn't recall "aqueduct" or "sewer" exactly.
"Chief. Farming takes a year for harvest. For now, with food short—gather fruit, hunt, or hit water spots for shellfish and fish."
"Got it. Women: pregnant with my kids, stay home. Do housework. Tan hides, make clothes or weapons from 'em. Girl kids help at home. Rest of you, out past the fence—gather fruit and berries. That's an order."
"""...Yes, sir."""
"Men: slow old folks and kids join fruit gathering—escort and help pick. Kids who can't walk proper stay home with moms. Ones who can, help gather. Men who can hunt with spears—all follow me. Scouting and hunting."
"""Yes!"""