I woke the next morning just at sunrise, to the sound of the girl whimpering. I looked and saw that she was trying to put on her tunic. The heavy hide was rubbing over the gauze covering on her back. I told her to take it back off. She was slow about it but was finally off. Even in the dim light inside the tent I could tell she was very pretty. I told her that I had something that she could wear, that would not hurt her back. I grabbed my pants and put them on under the blanket.
I got to the container and found a tee shirt. I turned and stepped out of the container and almost stumbled, because, there stood the girl, nude, back lit by the rising sun. Instant boner. She looked like a painting, that would hang in an art gallery. In other words beautiful.
She looked down and saw the bulge in my pants and smiled. She said, “I can see you think I am pretty. That is good. I will try to be a good mate for you”.
I walked back to the tent. Mate? What in hell was going on? What did she mean by “Mate”? Was it as in helper, or was it like married? I didn't know so I asked her. She told me it was like marriage. She would do all of the things around camp. She would gather food, and cook it. I was to hunt for meat. Any that I brought to camp, she would clean, cook, and dry for storage. She would also be my mate in the furs.
I asked why she would do all that she had said.
She said, “The chief of my tribe, gave me to one of his best friends. Before he could come and get me for the mating, I ran. They sent the two men you killed after me. They beat me to try to make me do what they wanted. I ran again. They caught me again where you found me. I saw your fire and screamed, wanting someone to come and help me. You did and I feel that you are a different kind of man from the men of my tribe. I want you to be my mate”.
And just like that, I had a wife.
I had her lay down on the cot again, and removed her bandages. Well shit, the very worst of her wounds were nothing more than red marks, and the others were almost gone. I gave her the tee shirt and helped her put it on. What I did was to smooth it down over her tits and ass. Damn, this girl was built solid. The shirt ended just below her pussy when she was standing. I almost had a heart attack when she sat down. The shirt slid up a bit and her bush was in plane view. I got even harder.
I had a thought. Here I am with a wife (mate). She is showing me ALL of the goodies, and I am thinking about taking some, and I don't know her name. So, I asked her. Her answer floored me. She said, “My name is what ever you want to call me”. “No woman has a name of there own, except, Girl, when you are young, and Woman after she has her first Moon Time. When that happens we can become a mate to a man. Men have names, because they are more important, than woman”.
“BULLSHIT”, I shouted. She was on the floor, and trying to get under it. I got down beside her and smiled at her. I said, “From now until the day you die, you will be known as Dawn, because you are as beautiful as the dawn on a perfect day”.
I must have said the right thing, because she was all over me. I could get to like this. Dawn was trying to hug me in fourteen different directions at the same time. I wrapped her up and laid a lip lock on her, I tried to add a little tongue, but it seemed like she had never been kissed before. In just a short, she was giving as good as she got. Then she stiffened up and groaned. Her legs went out, and I was holding up all 100 pounds of her.
From the smell of things, I figured she had had an orgasm. Not bad work if you can get it.
I asked her about it, and she told me that she had had a good feeling start in her pussy and spread over her whole body. She had closed her eyes and could see all of the stars in the sky at night.
Well you never know what is going to happen, until it happens.
Now I knew that something had happened to me and I was starting to think that it wasn't such a bad thing. Dawn was speaking a language that I had never heard before. Yet I knew how to speak it. The weapons and the clothing that the men had, seemed to be from some very early time on earth. I didn't believe that time travel was possible, but it seems that it is.
Then I got the shock of my life. A voice in my head said, “You are not on Earth”. I thought, “Where am I?” No answer, not that I expected one.
I still had one question, “What happened, that I was put here?"
Now I knew a little more. I was not on earth, so I must be on another planet. That means I have been moved a great distance in a short time, to a different star system. During the move, I was taught a completely new language. Not only was I taught the language, I could speak it fluently.
Back to the important things. Dawn was watching me like a hawk. I smiled at her and pulled her in for another kiss.
Later I pulled her tee shirt off. I pulled her over to the cot. She tried to get on the cot, doggy style, but I knew that if I got a little bit excited I could reopen her wounds. I finally got on the cot on my back. I got her into position, and she said, “This is not the way we do it”. I said, “Their are many ways to do it and I will show you more later. I want you on top, so that I don't hurt your back”.
I swabbed my dick head up and down her slit and then pushed up a little when I was in the right place. Dawn hadn't moved yet. I grasped her hips and pulled her down just a little. My dick head popped in past the ring. Dawn groaned. But she had the idea. She eased down a little and I felt her cherry. She rose up a little and then dropped just as I said, “Take it easy now”.
I was about half way in when she stopped. She looked down at me and smiled a twisted little smile. Then she started a little up and down motion. The down strokes were a little longer than the up. It took her almost five minutes to get me seated on the mouth of her cervix. She let me soak in that position for a few minutes. Then she started a little movement. Soon a little movement became a lot of movement, and she was fucking my eyeballs out. I was just starting to get into things, when dawn screamed out and locked up. She shook and babbled for a couple of minutes and then started to climb off. I held her in place and started thrusting up into her. It only took a couple of seconds and she was with the program again. We went on like that for another fifteen or twenty minutes. Dawn got her cookies six times. The last one put her out cold, because I came with her and she felt it. Her eyes rolled up and she went to sleep.
This was a bunch of firsts for me. I had never before lasted that long. I had never given the girl I was with more than two orgasms. I had never caused a girl to pass out. Hell, I felt good about the situation. I'm on another planet, with people that were about as advanced as some of our stone age or cave dwellers. Perhaps I could help advance these people to a little higher level.
It was getting close to noon when we finally got out of the tent. I dug around the container for soap, wash cloths, and towels. I took Dawn to the brook and showed her how to use the soap and wash cloth. Dawn took to washing like a duck takes to water. She said, “This makes me feel so good, I didn't know that being clean could feel like this. Will I be able to do this again”?
I said, “Yes, we will try to do this every day. If we get very dirty during the day we can do this before going to bed”.
When we were done, Dawn carried things back to the tent, as if they were some very important religious artefacts.
I called Dawn over to the container. I had arranged things a little bit before Dawn came along. I knew that there were some things that might fit Dawn, not that I wanted to cover her beauty, but to make her more comfortable. I found a pair of farmers bib coveralls. Now you might not think that bib overalls would look sexy, but she didn't have on a shirt, and only one strap fastened. That left one tit hanging out and the other peaking out from behind the bib.
Instant hard-on! Dawn spotted it and was down on hands and knees in an instant. She had the overalls down and around her knees faster than I thought possible.
I was nude, so I got right with the program. I was on my knees behind her in just seconds. I slotted the helmet and started to push in. This was too slow for Dawn, she slammed her ass back and driving me all the way to her cervix. Then it was off to the races. I just held on for dear life. We lasted less than five minutes.
Hunger won out and I got a couple of meal packs out. Dawn insisted that she get mine ready, so I let her. I asked her why. She said, “It is the women's job to fix the food for her mate. All you have is these things that heat the food. I should go gathering, and you should hunt. Then I could make your food as it should be done”.
I guess I had my marching orders now. I told her that we would go out tomorrow.
Then she said, “I think we should go to a village, so you can get a spear to kill an animal with. You have nothing to do it with now”.
I laughed and said, “Dawn you know that I killed the two men that had you captive, I can use that weapon to kill animals with”.
She said, “I thought the lightning and thunder killed them”.
“It was not lighting or thunder, it was my weapon killing the men, it just sounds like thunder, and at night it would look like a flash of lightning”, I said.
After we had lunch, I thought I had better make another check on sighting in the M1. I grabbed it and started for the path. Dawn was right on my heals.
When we got to the path, Dawn hit the dirt. She tried to pull me down. Then she pointed up the path at about 150 meters. There stood three white tail does, a yearling and a little back from them a big buck with a very large rack.
I hit the deck myself. I deployed the bi-pod legs on the M1 and sighted in on the yearling. I eased the trigger back and POW. The deer fell right where it stood. The others looked around a little and then just walked off. No panic, but the smell of blood made them move.
Dawn was up and off like a shot. I got up and followed. When I got to the deer, Dawn was busy trying to find out how it had been killed. She was looking at the side that was away from me when I shot it. All she could see was a very small hole in the hide, and another on the other side. It was down and and that's all that counts.
Dawn dug into her pouch and pulled out a small piece of flint. She made a couple of cuts, and I stopped her. I had a six inch sheath knife on my belt. I handed it to her and when she tested the edge, she was all smiles. She had that deer gutted and the heart, liver, and kidneys stuffed back inside in just a few minutes. Then she picked it up and put it on her shoulder and started for camp. I told her that I would carry the deer, but she would not hear it. This was her job in taking care of her man.
Back at the camp, I dug around and found a folding table, and folding chairs to go with it. I set the table up and told Dawn to use this to do her work on.
It wasn't ten minutes later that Dawn had the skin off and rolled up. She asked me to get some green sticks so she could make a rack to smoke and dry the meat. I had a better idea. Into the container I went. I had spotted a large upright smoker while I was looking for something else. I got it out and had it set up in just a little bit. Next I grabbed an axe, and a buck saw and went out to my large dead fall. It had been a hickory tree, but now it was fire wood. I got a small smoky fire going in the fire box, and showed Dawn how to put the thin strips of meat in. She had a small roast set aside and I knew that it would take a long time to cook hanging over a fire. To the container again. This time for a cast iron grate. I got it set up over the fire pit. Dawn was watching me like a hawk again.
She had the deer cut up and ready for the smoker. Then she came over to see if I was setting up the grate correctly. She went to the roast and cut two large stakes from it. The rest was cut into strips. She checked the meat in the smoker and deemed them ready. Out they all came, and she loaded it up again with the rest of the meat.
Dawn said, “Smoking and drying the meat with this is much faster, than doing it with a home made rack over small fires”.
The cooking fire was just about perfect to cook the stakes. I laid the meat on the grill and listened to it sizzle. I went to the container and got some salt and pepper. I sprinkled some on the steaks and Dawn was right there wanting to know what I was doing. I told her that I had put salt and pepper on the meat.
Right away she said, “That is not salt. Salt is brown and has sand in it. What is pepper”?
I told her it was pepper and then gave her a little to taste. She put some on her tongue and I watched her face. The expressions that she went through were quite telling. First a startled look, that faded to a look of amazement. Then her eyes got big.
She said, “Pepper is different, it is hot without being hot. Do not use a lot on the meat”.
I told her that the salt was pure. All of the sand and dirt had been removed.
I got out the plates and table ware from the container. I kind of set the table. I wasn't to sure where everything went.
A little later Dawn said, “The meat is ready”.
I got a set of tongs and picked up her steak, put it on her plate, and set it on the table. Then I did mine. I had her sit at the table and went to sit across from her. She jumped up and said, “Women do not eat with the men”, and tried to take her plate away.
I said, “DAWN, SIT DOWN! You are just as good as any man on this world. You sit with me or I will not eat”.
She sat down, a little unsure of herself. We ate in silence.
When we finished eating, I got up and pulled Dawn to me, and kissed her soundly. I think she was ready to crawl into the furs right then.
I asked her if she would like to do a little gathering. She acted like a kid at Christmas. She was rushing around looking for something. Finally she ran to the edge of the clearing and brought back a stick that had broken so as to leave a rather sharp point on the end.
I asked her what it was for. “Digging”, she said.
I went to the container and found a short handled round point shovel. I did a little digging to show how it was used. Dawn must have caught on right away, because she grabbed the shovel out of my hand and threw the stick back into the woods.
I had grabbed a pack when I was in the container and put it on. I had a Glock strapped on and the M1 in hand. Off we went, but we didn't get far. Not fifty meters up the trail she found something. She dug around and was soon throwing a tuber type vegetable into a pile. She must have had 25 to 30 pounds of them. I was picking them up and putting them into the pack as fast as she dug them up.
She was soon under way up the trail again. Not very far. Again she dug up something, and I put it in the pack.
Two more stops for two more different kinds of root vegetables.
We started back towards camp. We were almost to where we turn off and Dawn said, “I see something else”. She stepped off the trail and started picking something off a vine. It looked something like grapes but the leaves were wrong. And there were only three or four fruits in a cluster.
Then she found something that looked a lot like peas. She picked almost all of them and left a few on the plant. I asked her why she left some. She said, “Leave some here, when we come back, more will have grown from what we have left”.
I had a load on my back as we went back to camp. Dawn bitched at me all the way, because “It is my place to carry the gathered food”.
I just smiled and said, “Yes, dear”.
The next thing Dawn got on me about, was no cooking bags. "How am I to cook with nothing to cook food in."
I had seen a set of nested pots and pans in the container. I got them and showed them to Dawn. Of course she had no idea of what they were for.
I took a stew pot to the brook and filled it about half way full of water. I stoked up the fire under the grate and set the pot on to heat. Ten minutes later I could hear the sound of simmering water.
Dawn reached for the pot with her bare hands, but I grabbed her and said, “Don't touch it with your skin. It is very hot. She looked down into the pot and saw the water start to boil. Big smile.
Dawn started rushing around and dug out some of the smoked meat. A big handful went into the pot. Next, She took a bunch of the things we had gathered to the brook and washed the hell out of them. Next it was chopping, slicing and dicing on the vegetables. She had a good sized pile of them when she got a stick and tried to take the meat out of the water. Not much luck without burning herself.
I got out a set of spoons and other things to help her in the cooking department.
She pulled all of the meat out of the water, and asked me if I could poor this water out and get some more. I could and did.
As soon as this water was boiling, she started adding things to it. Two different kinds of root vegetables, then the meat. Then some of the things that she had picked.
Dawn then told me, “It will be ready to eat a little before the sun goes to sleep. We will eat then”.
We sat around for the rest of the afternoon.
Just before the food was ready, Dawn got out a vegetable and mashed the hell out of it. Then she added this mush to the pot.
I had showed her pot holders and the ladle. Soon she dished up and we say down to eat. Dawn tried to sit away from me but I told her, her place was with me.
She sat at the table and we started to eat. Needed salt. I told Dawn I was going into the container and get some salt and pepper. Not a minute later I was back with a small container of each. I sprinkled a little of each on my stew and stirred it in. I tasted it again. DAMN, that is good!!!
Dawns eyes, were bugged out looking at the salt. She said, “That is more salt than I have ever seen before. You must be very rich to have so much salt. You could trade this much for four or five mates. Is that what you want to do”?
I said, “No, the salt I have is for our use. I want you to use it when you cook. It will make the things you cook taste even better, that it already does”.
Suddenly I had Dawn on my lap, kissing me. We almost didn't get to finish the meal.
That night Dawn tried her best to fuck
me to death, and for a while I thought she was going to make it. I
found out something very important. I had told Dawn that her cooking
was good, and gave her something to make it better. She knew I liked
sex, and was trying to repay the complement with it.
But the thought kept running, "What
happened".
And
thanks to eandaari for editing this chapter