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The sting in the twisted tale: The magical saliva

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As if it was an afterthought, the King stopped, turned round and motioned Pius to follow him. Pius was the highest ranking advisor in the King’s Counsel. He was the subject most trusted with the King’s affairs. Though he was a humble subject of the King, he was both the most feared and respected. His word was law and no one dared oppose him.

When Pius went into the Queen’s chambers, a reality show was ongoing. The King’s youngest Queen was half naked. Her never suckled breasts were thrown in the open like a mother would do to feed her young one. The breasts were now swollen and lacerated on the most part from persistent scratching.

“She has been like this for almost a week now and the itching does not seem to stop. We have not slept since she started having the problem,” explained the King to Pius.

“I cannot stand it. I cannot go on like this forever. Can you get someone to treat me,” pleaded the Queen scratching her breasts. “I cannot do anything. I cannot even eat. I cannot sleep. All I can do is scratching,” she added.

“If what I am suspecting is correct, I think a cure can be found,” said Pius. “I recall before you were born your Majesty, your late mother, Her Royal Highness the Pinjala Queen Mother experienced a similar problem. It was my father then, who, as you know, was at the service of her Royal Highness the Pinjala Queen Mother who arranged for her treatment,” recalled Pius.

“I wish I had consulted you earlier Pius. What is it that you suspect?” the King asked sounding relieved that at last a cure could be found.

“I recall my father used to tell me as I was growing up that, this kind of itching cannot be treated using the white man’s medicine. It can only be cured using herbs mixed with a special type of saliva. The herbs are not a problem to secure. I know them. My father showed me before he died. But still there could be a problem though,” cautioned Pius.

“Then what is the problem?” asked the King.

Looking at the King, Pius said, “The special saliva could be difficult to come across. There is need to find a person with the right type of saliva for the herbs to work. The person would chew the herbs first to mix them with his or her saliva. Thereafter, using their tongue, the saliva is continuously and generously applied on the itching breasts. It will take quite some time though for the itching to eventually stop. Therefore one has to continue applying the saliva,” Pius stressed.

“I don’t care how the herbs are applied. Just find the person with the right saliva and bring them here. I cannot go on like this forever. It is killing me,” said the Queen almost crying and screaming at the same time.

“If you allow your Majesty, I will have the people assembled to identify the person to cure Her Majesty,” said Pius consulting the King.

“I see no other option Pius. The whole thing is driving me crazy. Just go and bring the right person as soon as you identify him or her,” instructed the King.

“As you command Your Highness, it shall be done,” said Pius, excused himself and left.

***

After a hurriedly arranged search throughout the kingdom for the person with the right type of saliva required for treating the queen, Mthunsi was identified as the man. When Mthunsi was brought to the King and Pius, it was confirmed that, yes Muthunsi possessed the right type of saliva needed to cure the queen.

Without delay, Muthunsi was informed of the task at hand. Pius detailed how the herbs were mixed with saliva and later applied on the itching breasts of the Queen. He warned that the herbs were very bitter on the tongue, but for the life of the Queen and the peace of mind of the King as well as the well-being and prosperity of the Kingdom, no sacrifice was too perilous to make.

Mthunsi ‘nervously agreed to the challenge’. As he paid his obeisance to the King, he proclaimed that as a loyal and most humble subject in the entire kingdom, it was an honour for His royal Highness to bestow upon him the trust of being at the service of the Queen. Mthunsi assured the King and Pius that he would do everything in his power to cure her. He decreed that no drop of saliva in his mouth was to be spared if it meant saving the life of the Queen.

Subsequently, Mthunsi found himself alone with the King’s third wife. For a very long time, he had coveted the breasts of the Queen and prayed for that one day he would have the opportunity to suckle them to satisfy his lust. In his eyes, the third wife of the King had the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen in the entire kingdom. Therefore, he had confessed of his lust for her breasts and for a very long while bothered his best friend to make it possible for him to have his desires quenched.

Mthunsi had all the time he needed to suckle and play with the Queen’s breasts as he went about generously applying the saliva as instructed of him. As Pius had rightly said, the itching gradually eased away but the Queen was not about to let Mthunsi go away as yet. Apparently, she was now enjoying Mthunsi’s expert love bites that went together with the suckling of her breasts.

With some evident air of satisfaction about her, she started having her way. “If you don’t do what I instruct you to do, I will scream. The King and Pius will come running. Obviously I will accuse you of attempting to rape me. Of course you don’t want to contemplate the consequences of that. Do you?” she threatened.

Mthunsi was scared. He had not counted on that. His sole intention was to suckle and play with her breasts and leave it at that. Now she was demanding more than what he had intended to offer. With his heart in his mouth, he complied without a question.

She gave more instructions and Mthunsi complied without a question. After a while, she was disappointed to find that Mthunsi was still too scared to rise to the occasion. But she was not deterred. She meant to have her fun. “You better join the party or live to regret waiting to die on the gallows for a crime you did not committee,” warned the Queen. She tried once more. In the process she gave a few more instructions. Once more Mthunsi complied. Soon he found himself complying to more orders and performing duties he had not anticipated to perform even in his wildest dreams.

After what looked like hours on end, Mthunsi walked out of the Queen’s chambers to announce that the itching had finally stopped after nearly drying his mouth of its precious saliva. Before the King and Pius could enter the chambers, the Queen smiling and looking relieved and satisfied stood at the door to confirm that yes, she was indeed healed. Mthunsi once again thanked the King for conferring upon him the honour to serve the Queen and left.

For days, Pius waited at his home hoping that his good friend would soon come to see him and give him the details of what had happened and honour his word as promised. Two weeks went by and Mthunsi did not honour his word as he had promised. To his surprise and disappointment, at the end of the second week, Pius was ordered by the King to see to it that the itching breasts of the first Queen were cured too.

As the obedient and most loyal subject he was, Pius sent for his friend and arranged to meet him at the King’s palace. Mthunsi did not disappoint. By the time Pius brought the herbs, Mtunsi was already waiting at the palace ready to serve the Queen. After hours of being alone with the first Queen in her bedroom chambers, an exhausted but satisfied Mthunsi emerged to announce that the Queen was well again. He thanked the King for the honour and trust to serve the Queen and left.

A few days later, an exasperated Pius went to see his friend. On arriving at Mthunsi’s home, an uncompromising Pius demanded to have his payment of two pounds of gold there and then. Mthunsi calmly watched his friend raving and ranting threatening to roast him alive if he did not honour his side of the bargain.

After Mthunsi thought he had heard enough of what Pius had to say, he said to him, “My friend I do not remember making any promise to you. If you are certain that I promised to pay you anything and I have not honoured my word, I advise you to take the matter to the King’s court. In the event that the court makes its ruling in your favour, I will gladly honour it.” With that Mthunsi went inside his house, closed the door behind him and left Pius standing there alone and fuming with anger.

On arrival at his home, Pius found the King’s messenger waiting for him. Once more he was required to make the necessary arrangements to treat the itching breasts of the second Queen. Pius immediately made the necessary arrangements. Hours later, Mthunsi showing all signs of exhaustion emerged from the Queen’s bedroom chambers to announce that she was well again. As always, he thanked the King for his trust and honour to serve the Queen.

Pius disliked being used the way his friend was doing now. He wished he had not agreed to the plan. He regretted it all. It was Pius who, one morning as he went about his routine inspection of the King’s palace, had secretly smeared some powder that caused itching on the bra of the King’s third wife. When the Queen used her bra, she had experienced persistent itching. As planned, Pius had facilitated for Mthunsi to have his way with the Queen’s breasts as he had so desired for a very long time.

Since Mthunsi was confirmed to have that special saliva needed to cure the itching, he had gone to secretly have the bras of the other two wives of the King smeared with the same itching powder. Pius realized what was happening and he was privately indignant with his friend’s behaviour. Also, Pius was very disappointed that Mthunsi had outwitted him and had even refused to pay him the two pounds of gold he had agreed to. Pius promised himself to get even with his friend soon enough. But for now, there were urgent matters of the kingdom that needed attention and he would focus on that until such a time when everything would fall into place.

Pius quietly set about planning his revenge. It was not long before an opportunity presented itself. He generously smeared one of the King’s underwear with the itching powder and stored it away safely with the rest. Pius waited. He was well known for having the patience of a vulture.

***
As the King spoke, Pius noticed that he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Pius waited.

“Indeed very unscrupulous and unfortunately, it is also very true Your Highness. The son-in-law now suspects his father-in-law of practicing witchcraft,” responded Spuma.

“How did the son-in-law discover the evil deeds of his father-in-law?” The King uncomfortably shifted in his seat again and again, more visibly this time. Pius was relaxed and he waited patiently.

He immediately called Pius. As soon as Pius came, the King said, “I think today it’s my turn. Fetch the herbs. Every piece of my groin and my bottom are itching. It is like I am on fire. I cannot stand it. It’s just unbearable.”

“No your Royal Highness, luckily to cure the groin and the bottom it’s only the special saliva that is needed and herbs are not required. Herbs are only used for the breasts because of their tenderness,” explained Pius. On that explanation, the King summoned Mthunsi as a matter of urgency.

As soon as Mthunsi arrived at the King’s palace, Pius smiling broadly said to him, “For the life of the King and the peace of mind of the Royal Palace as well as for the well-being and prosperity of the Kingdom no sacrifice is too perilous to make.” He then mischievously instructed, “Please Mtunsi my good friend, make haste the King is in pain. He urgently needs your special saliva to cure the itching royal groin and bottom.”

Mthunsi looked at Pius with disdain and without a word he disappeared indoors to spend hours alone with the King. Using his tongue, he ‘savoured the distinguished honour’ and privilege of generously spreading his special saliva all over His Highness’s groin and bottom. After several hours, of lapping and sucking the King’s groin to a few orgasms and having to swallow all the white jelly that went with it, an exhausted and disgusted Mthunsi emerged to inform that the King had been cured of his itching and he was now resting comfortably in his bedroom chambers.

“You have done well my good friend Mthunsi. I will go in to see the King now but you can go home and rest. It is likely tomorrow you will be summoned once more for another session with the King in his bedroom chambers. You will surely need all your energy should that happen and I am certain it will,” said Pius to his friend before disappearing into the Royal Palace.