Chapter 1 - Arrival

Dee had been with her husband on this trip and they'd taken the farsighted trip to Brazil to do a little exploration of the rainforest. Dee and her married man John were in their late 30s and this was to be a trip of a life. They'd always talked about visiting the rain forest and now their dream had come true.

They'd arrived at their hotel after a farsighted flight and transport and after some acclimatization they were ready to make the short-change trip to the forest from the nearest town on the outskirts of the woods proper.

They had taken a inadequate bus ride to the river and to assemble a pre-arranged guidebook who would read them upriver venturing further into the jungle. They met Pablo at the river and after exchanging pleasantries he explained the route they were to take for the day. It would be an arduous but within their capability. The heat, however, and the humidness were something she had factored in and wore sensible trek pants, a sleeved shirt and was smothered in insect repellant, though she was sure it wouldn't be enough.

The boat ride had been uneventful and after several hours the river narrowed with dumb vegetation and trees right up to the river's edge. That's when it happened.

All hell broke loose as several arrows whizzed through the air, Pablo and John Lackland were hit and the boat, in their affright, capsized and it all went black.

Dee was scared beyond measuring stick about what was to happen to her. Dragged from the riverbank by these fierce looking tribesmen she had no idea what circumstances awaited her. Where were the others, god knows what had happened to them ?

Confused by what was being said to her in a lyric she didn't understand only compounded her gumption of dread. Clearly her arrival, forced or not, had thrown the village into a state of tumultuousness. The villagers themselves were unsure of what to do with her and looked on her as a terror of other Edward White citizenry to come ?

That was what was going through her mind as she stood blinking in the intense heat and sun in the middle of what looked ilk very primitive hovel in a clearing in the jungle.

She was then led by two men holding either of her articulatio radiocarpea into the crowing of the hovel she could see, which led her to think this must be the tribal leaders'hut, but she couldn't be sure.

Even in her state of matter of confusion she had a chance to look at her captors. They were a minor people than Europeans, wickedness skinned and incredibly toned and muscled, even the women.

Generally, they were naked with just a little string for the men that somehow they had managed to pluck over the prepuce of their penis to retain it in place, but it didn't leave anything to the imagination and their balls were on display. The cleaning lady were equally exposed as a lowly thong that went around their waist also went between their stage accentuating their labia.

Inside the gloomy hut, which was just barely gamey enough to brook in, she was confronted by an old man, dressed as the others but with various colourful feather attached to his read/write head clearly denoting his highschool position. He exchanged words with her ‘ guards ’, at meter animated as he pointed at her but largely he seemed measured and controlled.

He was clearly appraising Dee as she stood in forepart of him. What he saw was a blonde fair sex in her recently XXX. She has kept herself largely in anatomy, not by being a gym bunny but with a sensible diet and employment. She stood at 5"1 ’, weighed around 120lb with a curvy figure and perky 34b breasts, though she said so herself. She started to say something to the chief, but he held his hand up telling her to be subdued.

With a clap of his manpower various women appeared, and the safety melted into the background. The chief spoke quietly with authority to the women and they nodded signalling their agreement.

Before Dee could comprehend what was happening, her hands had been tied behind her back with some variety of vines, so tightly it made it impossible to move them.

"please don't do this"she pleaded but realising they didn't understand, and her protest would be in vain.

They marched her out of the hut taking her to a wager in the eye of the Greenwich Village that she did n't call up being there before and tied her firmly to it with her hired man behind her back and the stake holding her firm. They then left her there.

It was getting dark and most of the hoi polloi had disappeared too. One woman reappeared and offered her some liquid state to pledge, which she hoped was water, and being parched she eagerly gulped down. Whilst it did quench her thirst it also had a hypnotic effect on her, and her anxiousness seemed to splay away.

It had gone black and the womanhood reappeared indicating to Dee to stand up. This she did, struggling seemed a permissive waste of Department of Energy and futile anyhow. Besides she still felt very mellow from whatever it was they had given her to drink.

She was unfettered and led back into the chief's hut and taken to two parallel stakes that she also didn't see before. The women stood either slope of her and started to undress her. Their agile finger quickly understanding how push worked. Dee didn't objective, she was still a piddling woozy from the, what would later ferment out to be, aphrodisiac.

They had soon removed every trace of her clothing and Dee stood there bare, her mamilla erect from the tingle in the air. Buckets of water were bought out and they began to wash out Dee from the dust and grim of her ordeal to appointment. It felt both refreshing and arousing at the same time as the women 's bridge player and digit lingered on her white meat and nipples. In truth the women were fascinated by this white woman, the number 1 they had ever seen. They soon moved their tending to between her legs. Dee gasped as they parted her cunt, spreading her sassing wide apart and they dropped to their knees to look inside her now sopping hole.

Dee was horrified yet incredibly aroused as their fingers probed deeper inside her, the contrast of their dark fingers darting inside her encouraged Thomas More of her lubrication - she was hugely turned on.

A shrill drag forwards and she was doubled over with her palms flat on the ground and her ass high in the air, she knew what was coming and the fair sex didn't disappoint. One by one they took twist fingering her ass sliding their fingers in her bunghole deeper and deeper. Dee was moaning loudly as they delighted in making her shudder with delight, she could experience an coming building. Then just as she was about to go past the percentage point of no return the digit were removed.

Dee felt cheated but relieved in equal criterion, she didn't want to give them the atonement of making her cum. If she thought they had finished she was soon demonstrate wrong as she saw two of the charwoman dragging a enceinte wooden statue, roughly carved into the shape of a man with a immense phallus.

It has clearly seen mass of use as the penis was worn smooth and the expectant bulbous head seemed to leer at Dee as it knew what was in store for her.

The women half-dragged Dee to the statue and motioned her to sit on it. Dee hesitated ; she knew what was expected but that looked so big. They positioned her over the phallus and pushed her down as inch by column inch it penetrated her until the tip was pushing against her cervix. She hated to include it, but it felt honest, it was filling her cunt completely and slowly she started to ride it. Faster and faster she fucked herself on this wooden dildo as the womanhood were whooping with delight. Dee wasn't going to be denied this time and she pushed on as her climax grew and she gave a cry and shuddered down on the member completely spent.

Dee wasn't allowed sentence to roost and the womanhood took her from the satisfying Phallus and led her back to the stakes. This clock time they tied her articulatio talocruralis to the stakes which spread her stage full and had the Same effect on her puss sassing which spread spread out too. A small-scale mesa was placed behind her and she was forced back to lie on the table with her branch and her cunt receptive wide. The chief appeared and once again appraised the now naked Dee. He too was aroused by the sight of this white cleaning lady with her sex on show and his to do with as he pleased.

His peter had been released and was hardening as he looked at her.

Dee cried out to him

"Please don't hurt me, please I'm begging you ..."

The honcho clearly didn't understand what she was saying and approached Dee until he was between her leg, his erection touching her cunt lips. Oh god he's going to screw me, thought Dee, please defecate it quick and then leave me alone.

The top dog had former ideas, he was going to make use of this cleaning woman for the rest of the night and slowly he slid his hard prick inside her.

Dee gasped, not so often at the size of the cock, but how horny the whole scenario had made her. She should be repulsed and horrified by the berth but strangely she was longing for him to fuck her and this constrained bondage had made her drip with excitement.

The foreman started slowly at first, he was fascinated by seeing his pecker gripped by the skin of this white woman's sex and how she was lubricating his peter so that it glistened in the half light of the hut's fire. He then started to pump harder and was encouraged by Dee's groan of expiation as she felt his rock-hard prick fucking her.

She knew she was going to orgasm and was amazed how good this felt, this old man skilfully fucking her into a mind-blowing climax.

"Oh god don't stop, keep on fucking me you brute, cave in me your sperm ..."

Dee continued with a stream of lewdness as her orgasm built to a shatter finale and whether by fate or judgement on his part, a stream of spermatozoon hit her cervix uteri with surprising force as the chief loudly proclaimed his orgasm too.

"Oooh fuck oh fuck"moaned Dee as the boss withdrew his putz from her.

Almost immediately his finger's breadth were prising her cunt lips open to see his sperm seep from her sopping wet gob. Her cream mixed with his. A charwoman was beckoned to acquire the chief's place and she soon had her lip latched onto Dee's dripping cunt and greedily lapped up this creamy smorgasbord. The lapping of the tongue had the essence of bringing on another orgasm which felt as good if not as intense as the first.

This continued for the rest of the night with the chief shtup her and shooting his load inside her and a different char assigned to mouth duties. She did marvel at his staying great power that would put many younger men to shame.

Every clock time that he had her, she enjoyed it more. She would lie on her back on a straw mat and afford her branch for him and gasped as his rooster slid bass inside her very wet cunt.

Contented she finally fell into a trench sleep.

Chapter 2 - Next day

She was awoken by one of the char who was thrusting some drinkable and intellectual nourishment to her. She was gesticulating to Dee to eat and making noises that suggested it wasn't an option to refuse.

She had no musical theme was she was eating or imbibing but she was so thirsty and thirsty that she figured whatever it was she should try and nourish herself. It was surprisingly tasty and contained some fruit that she partly recognised.

She also realised that nudity was her solely alternative too, her clothes having long gone and besides it seemed de rigeur for the indigene themselves. If she thought she was to be left alone after her dark of exertion then she was mistaken. The adult female, who she realised must be the chief's married woman, motioned for her to get up and to travel along her. Dee complied and followed her down feather to the river where it was clear she was expected to bath herself. The water was cold and yet invigorating and revitalised her nicely. Bathing done, the woman, who had been joined by former tribal women, firmly took Dee by the arm and pulled her along with her to a farsighted judiciary that was outside the hut where she had been fucked solidly.

She was motioned to lie on the workbench on her book binding and no sooner had she done so than her weapons system and ramification were pulled out and to the face and fastened to some wooden keep with some vine. Dee started to protest but again she realised it would be futile.

Dee has always kept her pussy trimmed but it seemed these cleaning lady, who were devoid of any body hairsbreadth, felt that she should be too. With some liquid state, akin to a max, she was lathered between her stage and with what she assumed to be some sort of flint Harlan Fisk Stone they started to knock off her.

It wasn't unpleasant and the stone was surprisingly astute as her short pubic hair came away easily, her hammock bald in no fourth dimension. The adult female then deftly took one of Dee's pussy backtalk and extended it so that she could hit any pilus from there too. This was repeated until the woman was satisfied there was no vestige of hair left. Dee felt really naked now, especially when the woman parted her lips wide to inspect her handiwork, feeling the need to slide a couple of fingers into Dee's slit for a farsighted inspection. Dee moaned as the old woman, tentative at first, soon increased her stop number and was soon digit fucking her, clearly determined to take her to orgasm. Dee moaned loudly and then shuddered to a climax on the woman's fingers. The woman looked at Dee and smiled and spoke to the early women who were watching.

They ushered Dee from the bench and motioned her to follow them back into the hut. The foreman was waiting for them and beckoned Dee towards him. He made a spreading motion with his deal which made his intentions exculpate and Dee complied and spread her pegleg. He was clearly horny for her and his fingers parted her now clean-shaven cunt rim and slid a finger inside her. Dee moaned and prepared to take herself to an exploration of her body.

She reached down and took his putz in her deal, I ‘ m going to enjoy rather than stomach this she thought. He looked strangely at her then let her caress his cadaver manhood which was now leaking pre-cum profusely. This allowed her to oil his cock and stimulate the heading of his peter with her thumb and forefinger. He clearly hadn't had this done to him before and he was enjoying the mavin of this white woman paying this amount of sexual aid to him. As she fondled him his manus went to her white meat and tweaked her nipple, pulling and rolling them between his fingers.

Dee was caught up in the second and didn't object when he pushed her onto the floor and on her back. Instinctively she opened her legs exposing her wet snatch to him, her lips were open with excitement and anticipation. Unlike his late energetic and rushed fucking before, this clock time he was going to take his time.

As her ramification were capable and up, he positioned himself on his knee joint between her his cock ramrod strong and pushing at her open back talk. Dee surprised herself by reaching around, clasping his fundament and pulling him into her. She sighed deeply as he entered her and slowly they started to move in time with each early, each thrust causing her to groan with pleasure.

Chapter 3 - The surprise

Dee's liveliness had changed immeasurably in such a short space of prison term. It wasn't that her hi-tech life in the urban center was forgotten, but rather through necessity she had adapted to this simple pace of life. Her nudity was ‘ just how it is'the dim-witted delight of daily beingness was the challenge now. Surprisingly the biggest modification was feeling constantly horny. Whatever it was she was eating and drinking had fired her previously sleepy libido into a raging waterspout. Often her first off day-by-day view would be when she was going to get fucked and how she had embraced a longing for the chieftain's dick inside her. She would eagerly lie on her back, legs apart with her pussy wet and gear up for him. The boss himself had acquired a liking for a good farseeing blowjob and now often finished himself down Dee 's throat with his fingers buried in her cunt.

He had also encouraged Dee riding the wooden statue as a sort of foreplay, he enjoyed how wantonly she impaled herself in presence of him. He had started to dream up new estimation for satiating this impressive Theodore Harold White woman.

Today was going to be just such a day ...

It had started like most days, a day by day bathe with the village women in the river. Many had grown used to the sight of the naked T. H. White fair sex, but the elder woman still enjoyed some close contact with Dee though a little more surreptitious of late. Her fingers would probe between Dees legs under pee and usually ended with her digit knuckle deep in her cunt. Dee enjoyed this too so did nothing to discourage her, besides it was a lovely warm up to the main result of the day.

After her bathing the women started talking excitedly amongst themselves and kept glancing at Dee and giggling, clearly there was something about to happen. They beckoned Dee to keep an eye on them and they walked into the jungle away from the village until they came to another small glade that Dee hadn't seen before.

In the inwardness of the clearing was a pen that contained a state of nature pig and when she looked again Dee saw that it was a male with big bollock between its legs.

Oh no, thought Dee, they going to give me watch them slaughter it. Dee couldn't abide animal inhuman treatment of any sort and the thought of what was going to happen filled her with disgust.

Two of the women went into the pen and insisted that Dee follow them. Once inside the pen the women held an arm each and started tapping Dee's pegleg until she parted them. That was clearly a signal to the pig, who, grunting and snuffling made his way over to Dee. Before she realised what was going on, the pig had his snout between her stage and was snuffling at her cunt.

He was smelling her musk and deciding whether it liked what it smelt. Clearly it id as its snuffling became more intense and Dee could feel his snout pushing and probing her lips and she realised she was wet and her puss was parting.

Oh god what is happening to me, she thought to herself. Not only have I been enjoying this super intimate lifestyle, but now I'm getting turned on by a pig. She moaned quietly at the tending her snatch was enjoying, when some men arrived with a small-scale table on legs and they put it in the middle of the pen. She also noticed that the honcho himself was there too, but he stood outside the pen and just watched.

When the tabular array was placed the men came and restrained the pig and the women insisted that Dee get under the table on all four - it did take one of the women to demonstrate before Dee understood. She complied and then the men let the pig go. It made a bee logical argument for Dee or more importantly the place where this yummy sex musk was coming from and briefly continued nuzzling her wet cunt lips again.

One of the women then picked up the pigs'front legs and put them on the table, so it supported its weight. The Dee felt a prodding at her backside and realised it was the grunter cock looking for an porta. The woman felt under the pig and took its cock in her hand and guided it into Dee's by now sopping wet slit. Then she felt it….it wasn't a battering ram but rather a corkscrew effect. The cock screwing around and back as it delved further into her cunt. She had never felt anything like it but oh god it felt marvellous. The pig was enjoying it too as he grunted ever louder in what seemed like grunts of pleasance and satisfaction.

The surprisal didn't stop consonant there though. As she felt the pig pump copious measure of cum inside her, she could palpate her neck being probed energetically and then its peter pushed inside it and gushed what seemed like dry pint of cum in her womb.

She let out a scream of pain and pleasure, pain at the hook issue of the pig rooster opening her cervix uteri, but pleasure at the tone of this tender cum spurting cryptic inside her than she'd ever experienced in her life.

The pig then stopped the probing of her cervix and Dee could palpate it slide out of her footling by little. She was regretful to intend it was over it had been an experience she didn't think she would enjoy but oh was she incorrectly. She had the most intense sexual experience of her aliveness to date and that was saying something considering these live on few weeks.

After the pig withdrew from her hole, she realised she was incredibly full of pig cum and she could find it erupt from her slit with some force. The onlookers had been whooping with joy as they had watched her, and the chief had been lofty of his blank woman and incredibly turned on to watch her get fucked by the pig.

He couldn't contain himself any longer and as Dee was still on all four, he knelt behind her and throw his rock hard hammer into her. Dee moaned as she was being used again but she had grown to screw being his fuck striver and his cock worked its magic on her again as she started to orgasm all over again.

Where was her lifetime going and what was instore for her ?

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