Sung

by Peter Joseph

  

He thought it was such a wonderful opportunity as he boarded in Sydney. He leaned back hard in his seat musing of the opportunity and was quickly lost to sleep and slept for the whole four hours it took to get to Alice Springs.

A warm blast of air dramatically hit his face as he moved down the stairs to the tarmac. It was a very hot day and he understood usual for Alice at this time of the year.

Beverley was there to meet him and threw his bag in the back of the four wheel drive and they drove into town and then on to the Stuart Highway and up the track into the emptiness of the centre of Australia.

He was looking at the red soil and admiring the greenness of the bushy shrubs that had adapted to this arid land and looked healthy despite the occasional dousing of rain. The oldest continent and he was in the dead centre. Wow! He thought.

"Do you want a drink" said Beverley handing over the hip flask. He sucked heavily on the rum, felt its warm taste as it crept down his gullet and touched all four corners.

His next recollection was the dust on his behind. He woke up completely naked lying along under this tree. It was still very hot and he was totally confused and then quite scared to find himself in this situation.

The fear deepened. He must have been dumped there. He had not a stitch of clothing, no water, nothing to eat, no sounds of anything except the bush. He got up and looked around. His watch was gone but he figured it must have been late in the afternoon, for the shadows were quite long. Not much shadow at all at midday, the sun was close to over head. He must have been sleeping there for a couple of hours. That rum must have been laced, and that Bastard Beverley dumped him there. He was worried and wondered how he would manage.

He stood up, looked around, and saw where the car had stopped and decided to walk back the way he came.

The track was stony and a little hard on the feet. Obviously cars did not come this way much, but still it was the best bet that he followed that track to get back to the highway. He figured that Beverley might have driven off the track for an hour to have dumped him in that spot.

"What was the bastard up to" he thought.

He figured that he would walk until it became dark and then rest for the night. His only hope was to follow those tracks. The dark fell fast here and if fell heavily! He figured he had perhaps two hours walking time.

He heard some voices and stopped, and he listened.

He edged forward as quietly as he could and saw, a group of aborigines sitting round a fire. There was a man and three women.

"O God" he thought, 'how am I going to make contact with them. I could get a spear, coming up on them naked and out here. They would have to think me mad, and they don't like mad people. I have read about this.'

So he walked up quietly, and when still behind the bushes, he called out.

"Could some body help me" he could see that they were quiet, and then the old guy got up, picking up his Nulla Nulla and a bundle of spears, walked tentatively over.

"I have no clothes, I have been dumped out here" he protested, as the old fella came up and looked at him, staring up and down and then walked back to his group.

One of the women went over and rifled in a plastic carry bag, took something out and came over to me.

"You" she said "put this on, and then come over and eat with us". She threw a garment over at my feet, and I reached over and picked it up.

It smelt bad, and when he shook it out, he could see it was a women's dress. He did not have much choice, so put it over his head and buttoned it up the front and walked over and sat with them round the fire.

"you can eat with us" he said, pointing to two sticks protruding from the fire,

He looked again, and could see that they were not sticks but an animal's legs, perhaps a kangaroo, protruding from hot coals. It was looking at a Bush Oven, he had read about these, they dig a hole and fill it with the catch and load it with coals. That animal must have been cooking in there for hours.

So he just sat with them, and nothing was said. He attempted to explain his predicament, but felt inane as no one seemed to be listening. So he resigned himself to sit in silence with them. He felt welcome enough, but these people don't talk all that much, they prefer silence to empty talk.

So he sat and said nothing. After a while, the older woman passed some water, and he drank, but not too much. It was in an old Coke plastic container. He just wet his mouth as he wondered where they got the water. He had no idea how they provisioned themselves living out here. So he handed the container back, professing thanks, but she did not even look at him, as she took it and put it by her side.

The old fella then began to sing. He closed his eyes and in a nasal tone kept chanting something that sounded like "Nanga langa wanga wanga nay…"

He kept the same tune up, sometimes louder, some times softer, building up the volume and at other times it was hardly audible.

This went on for half an hour and then the women started to reply with their own antiphon "Wana wana langa wanga wanga nay" they would sing.

He would sing, and they would reply, they would answer him, and they all sat their with their eyes closes, chanting this melody and swaying as they sang.

It was hypnotic and he felt his skin twitching with the cacophony of sound all around.

The old man sang "nanga langa wanga wanga Nay" and the women responded 'Wana Wana langa wanga wanga nay'

They were swaying to the music and he was hitting his Nulla Nulla with a stick to keep the rhythm.

It was an eerie sound to hear that regular click. The wood was so hard and it gave such a crisp sound

With the women's response, they would hit their sides every time they got to the 'Nay' word. It was a crisp clap that would invite him to start his antiphon again.

The two younger women stood up, and swaying to the music, they danced, stamping the ground so the dust was raised.

Their dance was breathtaking as he felt it was impact on him. These women danced with such poise. Their upper body was held with such delicate poise, while their feet jabbed at the ground dramatically. Their arms extended over seemingly directing energy directly at him. He felt the impact as his whole body throbbed with the effort to take in air.

It was eerie and he felt his skin begin to creep and shudder, as the women came close to him and they slapped their flanks when every they intoned the 'Nay'.

He knew he was mesmerized, and he sat peaked for what must have been hours with his skin rippling all over his body as the chanting continued.

It was now quite dark and all of a sudden he hit the Nulla Nulla twice, and the women sat down.

He then got up and with a stick moved coals away and pulled the kangaroo from the bush oven.

He took a knife and cut us all portions and they all ate and ate.

The old man then covered the kangaroo with coals again, put fresh wood on the fire and they all lay down to sleep.

'You sleep there he said' and threw me a blanket, and he lay down with the younger women, while the old man lay with the older woman on the other side of the fire.

"What is going on here" he thought to himself as he lay there readying to sleep. He did go quickly to sleep, and just before slumber claimed him, he heard the whispering intoning start again. 'What does all this mean' he though.

He felt different when he woke up. But he could not work out how or where it was different, but he felt dizzy and strange, and was not walking that straight as the three women gave me a stick and led me out.

"You dig here," they said, and he did what he was bid, all the time trying to understand what was going on.

He was amazed that he did not feel strange or embarrassed walking through the bush with these women. He did not worry what my friends would think if they saw him wearing a dress and doing what I was doing. It was all so strange, and I was sort of walking in a daze.

They were digging around the roots or a dress. 'You get that' she said, and he picked up this grub and put it in the half coke bottle.

'Get that too" she said, pointing to a rotting root and they picked up a whole range of strange things and then led me back to where they were camping.

We got back there and where water was boiling and he was given a mug of hot black tea, which he slowly sipped as the women prepared some broth on the fire.

The tea was hot and he sipped on it until it was cool enough to drink. When it was done, the older woman, without saying anything, took his mug and filled it with the concoction. "Drink this, good for you" she said. He did not demur, and just did as he was told and drank down that thick and strong Eucalyptus taste which was so chewy to swallow. He finished it, and they caught him again with shock as they resumed their chanting,

The concoction made him sleepy, or was it the strange experience, the walk, but he felt himself spilling off to sleep, and he I rested my head back on the white Ghost gum.

When I woke it was nightfall again, and he really felt strange now and wondered if he was coming on a fever for he felt hot and sticky all over.

"You eat this" she said, giving me more of the kangaroo and then more of the broth concoction.

He laid his head back and looked up at the stars and the two young women came and sat one on either side of me and they all began to intone the chant once more.

The older woman came and sat behind me, and the younger women shifted his head so it was resting on the older woman's lap,

The older man moved to sit crossed legged before him and took each of his feet and rested them one on one thigh and the other on the other.

The old man held the Nulla Nulla in front of him and now as he chanted he was giving double hits to keep the rhythm.

The younger women sitting by my side, started to rub a eucalyptus ointment over my forehead and on my cheeks, they rubbed it in softly and I closed my eyes lest this lotion ooze into my eyes.

They undid the buttons on my dress and began to rhythmically rub it on his chest, and he felt it very different because his chest had never felt like that before. It was all soft and cushioned. But it was a very soothing experience.

'Oh my God,' he thought 'I am being Sung. They most think I am sick and this fever is a threat to my life.' And the crisp clicking continued.

The warm lotion was very comforting and he felt inured and oblivious as they undid his buttons further and rubbed the lotion around his stomach and then his thighs as well.

He was staged that he was not touched by all of this, two attractive women massaging him, and his mind was away, and detached from the whole experience.

They applied the lotion around his thighs and legs as the crescendo of chanting built up and then the older women began to wail. It began as a low guttural sound, intoning 'Wanga', and then sliding up the scale as a descant poising over the chant of the others.

It was so hypnotic and he was completely detached as the two young women began to pour their thick lotion over his groin.

"It is an out-of-body experience he was thinking as the build up continued and the old man began to hit the Nulla Nulla three times in rapid repletion to emphasize the rhythm.

Then he just hit it continuously and all of the women began to wail together and the Nulla Nulla was pressed into his groin he felt the pain and then slipped back into profound and irrevocable sleep.

It was dusk when he awoke, and as his stood and his mind cleared he felt different all over and there was this strange weight on his chest.

He put his hand on his chest and felt parts he had never felt before. He undid buttons and felt and shuddered as he felt large breasts. He quickly moved his hand to his genitals, and exclaimed a loud 'Shit' when he realized his maleness was gone.

He stood their wide eyed and shocked, as the two younger girls came over, and taking him by the hand said

"You very pretty. You come with us", and lead him interminably down this path through the bush.

"What is going on? What have you done to me" he cried.

'Shrrr. You talk too much. Keep quiet" she said, as he could see from the moon he he was nearing the place where there was a gap in the mountain range.

In the dim light he could see water.

"Good water" she said, 'Take you clothes off, come with us" and undid his buttons and lifted the dress over his head.

He entered the cold water and one of the girls, said "Wash yourself' and gently pushed his head under the water..

The water was so cold, it must have been a soak, fed from an underground stream. He gasped for breath as he came to the service.

"You nice strong woman, good tits. Come now" she said, leading him from the water.

"You put these on" the girls said and gave him, or I should say her back his dress.

"They come to get you soon, you must get ready!" So she did as she was told and walking back doing up her buttons she felt so strange. She was thinking how strange it was to have breasts bouncing with each step. And there was no sense of dick and balls. He felt the absence. He felt the dress clinging to his web tody, and she felt a numbness, from the cold and from the shock. She felt numbness in her toes and in her heart. This was amazing and she began to simper and weep but no fears would come and she just walked along retching for breath.

"Right you are fixed. Get into the car!. We have a long way to go!" said Beverley. She saw Beverly in the half light, standing beside the vehicle. Beverley reached down and felt her genitals "You have lost it, and they are fine tits. We can make this one work for us. Thanks you mob, you have done well!"

then the car lunged from side to side as they headed bask along the track. "You poor bastard! Sucked in all the way! This is the real stuff, have a swig of this, it is good Bundy rum!" said Beverly as she passed over the hip flask again.

"No thanks!" she heard herself say, as she sat catatonically wondering what this was all about and what lay ahead.

  

  

  

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