Chapter 1 - Arrival

Dee had been with her husband on this slip and they'd taken the long trip to brazil to do a little geographic expedition of the rainforest. Dee and her married man King John were in their latterly 30s and this was to be a tripper of a life. They'd always talked about visiting the rainforest and now their dream had come true.

They'd arrived at their hotel after a recollective escape and transfer and after some acclimatisation they were ready to make the short-change trip to the forest from the nearest town on the fringe of the woods proper.

They had taken a myopic bus ride to the river and to meet a pre-arranged usher who would choose 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 capabilities. The heat, however, and the humidity were something she had factored in and wore sensitive trek pants, a sleeved shirt and was smothered in insect repellent, though she was sure it wouldn't be enough.

The gravy holder ride had been uneventful and after several hours the river narrowed with obtuse vegetation and Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree right up to the river's sharpness. That's when it happened.

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

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

Confused by what was being said to her in a nomenclature she didn't understand only compounded her common sense of apprehensiveness. Clearly her comer, forced or not, had thrown the village into a state of uproar. The villagers themselves were diffident of what to do with her and looked on her as a threat of other Edward White hoi polloi to come in ?

That was what was going through her creative thinker as she stood blinking in the acute heat energy and sun in the middle of what looked comparable very primitive person shanty in a clearing in the jungle.

She was then led by two men holding either of her wrists into the biggest of the huts she could see, which led her to think this must be the tribal loss leader'hut, but she couldn't be sure.

Even in her state of confusion she had a chance to look at her capturer. They were a smaller hoi polloi than Europeans, darkness skinned and incredibly toned and muscled, even the women.

Generally, they were naked with just a low twine for the men that somehow they had managed to hook over the foreskin of their penis to keep it in place, but it didn't leave anything to the imagination and their bollock were on display. The women were equally exposed as a low G-string that went around their shank also went between their peg accentuating their labia.

Inside the gloomy hut, which was just barely luxuriously enough to place upright in, she was confronted by an old man, dressed as the others but with several colourful feathering attached to his head clearly denoting his high school status. He exchanged words with her ‘ guards ’, at times animated as he pointed at her but largely he seemed appraise and controlled.

He was clearly appraising Dee as she stood in front of him. What he saw was a blonde woman in her belated thirty. She has kept herself largely in form, not by being a gym bunny but with a sensible diet and exercise. She stood at 5"1 ’, weighed around 120lb with a stacked pattern and perky 34b boob, though she said so herself. She started to say something to the chief, but he held his hired man up telling her to be quiet.

With a clap of his hands several women appeared, and the sentry duty melted into the desktop. The boss spoke quietly with dominance to the womanhood and they nodded signalling their agreement.

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

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

They marched her out of the hut taking her to a bet in the center of the village that she did n't commemorate being there before and tied her firmly to it with her manpower behind her back and the stakes holding her firm. They then left her there.

It was getting dark and most of the the great unwashed had disappeared too. One woman reappeared and offered her some liquid to wassail, which she hoped was H2O, and being parched she eagerly gulped down. Whilst it did quench her thirst it also had a soporific burden on her, and her anxieties seemed to dislocate away.

It had gone sullen and the women reappeared indicating to Dee to stand up. This she did, struggling seemed a waste of energy and ineffectual anyhow. Besides she still felt very high from whatever it was they had given her to pledge.

She was untied and led back into the boss's hut and taken to two latitude stakes that she also didn't see before. The women stood either face of her and started to uncase her. Their nimble digit quickly understanding how buttons worked. Dee didn't object, she was still a niggling woozy from the, what would later call on out to be, aphrodisiac.

They had soon removed every vestige of her clothing and Dee stood there naked, her nipple erect from the chill in the air. Buckets of water supply were bought out and they began to dampen Dee from the dust and grim of her ordeal to date. It felt both refreshing and arousing at the Lapplander time as the women 's work force and finger lingered on her breasts and nipples. In verity the woman were fascinated by this white adult female, the first of all they had ever seen. They soon moved their attention to between her legs. Dee gasped as they parted her slit, spreading her lips wide-eyed apart and they dropped to their knees to bet inside her now sopping hole.

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

A tart pull forwards and she was doubled over with her decoration categorical on the solid ground and her ass gamy in the air, she knew what was coming and the char didn't disappoint. One by one they took turns fingering her ass sliding their fingers in her SOB deeper and deeper. Dee was moaning loudly as they delighted in making her shudder with delight, she could feel an orgasm building. Then just as she was about to go past the full point of no return the fingers were removed.

Dee felt cheated but relieved in equal measures, she didn't want to impart them the satisfaction of making her cum. If she thought they had finished she was soon shew wrong as she saw two of the char dragging a big wooden statue, roughly carved into the Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe of a man with a vast phallus.

It has clearly seen lots of use as the phallus was worn smooth and the large bulbous chief 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 penis and pushed her down as inch by inch it penetrated her until the tip was pushing against her cervix. She hated to intromit it, but it felt good, 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 women were whooping with delight. Dee wasn't going to be denied this meter and she pushed on as her culmination grew and she gave a cry and shuddered down on the penis completely spent.

Dee wasn't allowed time to rest and the fair sex took her from the satisfying penis and led her back to the stakes. This time they tied her ankles to the stakes which spread her legs blanket and had the same effect on her cunt lips which spread open too. A small tabular array was placed behind her and she was forced back to lie on the table with her legs and her cunt clear extensive. The chief appeared and once again appraised the now nude Dee. He too was aroused by the sight of this tweed char with her sex on display and his to do with as he pleased.

His cock 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 chief clearly didn't understand what she was saying and approached Dee until he was between her peg, his erection touching her puss lip. Oh god he's going to fuck me, thought Dee, please construct it quick and then leave me alone.

The chief had early idea, he was going to make believe use of this cleaning lady for the rest of the night and slowly he slid his strong hammer inside her.

Dee gasped, not so a good deal 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 be intimate her and this forced bondage had made her drip mold with excitement.

The chief started slowly at first, he was fascinated by seeing his cock gripped by the skin of this white woman's sex and how she was lubricating his light beam 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 satisfaction as she felt his rock-hard tool fucking her.

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

"Oh god don't arrest, keep fucking me you brute, sacrifice me your spermatozoon ..."

Dee continued with a stream of obscenities as her orgasm built to a shattering stopping point and whether by luck or judgement on his part, a watercourse of sperm hit her cervix with surprising force as the chief loudly proclaimed his climax too.

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

Almost immediately his finger were prising her puss sass open to see his sperm cell seep from her sopping wet hole. Her pick mixed with his. A woman was beckoned to take the headman's home and she soon had her mouth latched onto Dee's dripping pussy and greedily lapped up this creamy mixture. The lapping of the tongue had the effect of bringing on another orgasm which felt as upright if not as intense as the first.

This continued for the eternal sleep of the night with the head fucking her and shooting his load inside her and a different cleaning lady assigned to talk duties. She did wonder at his staying mightiness that would put many younger men to shame.

Every time that he had her, she enjoyed it more. She would lie on her back on a straw mat and spread her wooden leg for him and gasped as his putz slid deep inside her very wet cunt.

Contented she finally fell into a rich sleep.

Chapter 2 - Next day

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

She had no musical theme was she was eating or drunkenness but she was so hungry 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 only alternative too, her clothes having long gone and besides it seemed de rigeur for the natives themselves. If she thought she was to be left alone after her night of travail then she was mistaken. The woman, who she realised must be the main's wife, motioned for her to get up and to keep an eye on her. Dee complied and followed her down feather to the river where it was clear she was expected to bathe 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 long Bench that was outside the hut where she had been fucked solidly.

She was motioned to lie on the judiciary on her binding and no sooner had she done so than her arms and legs were pulled out and to the side and fastened to some wooden supports with some vine. Dee started to protest but again she realised it would be futile.

Dee has always kept her snatch trimmed but it seemed these women, who were devoid of any torso hair, felt that she should be too. With some liquid, akin to a soap, she was lathered between her legs and with what she assumed to be some sort of flint stone they started to plane her.

It wasn't unpleasant and the Isidor Feinstein Stone was surprisingly sharp as her short pubic fuzz came away easily, her mound bald in no time. The char then deftly took one of Dee's kitty-cat backtalk and extended it so that she could remove any whisker 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 lip wide-cut to visit her handiwork, feeling the need to slither a yoke of finger's breadth into Dee's cunt for a tenacious inspection. Dee moaned as the old woman, tentative at offset, soon increased her hurrying and was soon finger fucking her, clearly determined to make for her to orgasm. Dee moaned loudly and then shuddered to a climax on the charwoman's fingers. The adult female looked at Dee and smiled and spoke to the other womanhood who were watching.

They ushered Dee from the workbench and motioned her to follow them back into the hut. The tribal chief was waiting for them and beckoned Dee towards him. He made a spreading motion with his hands which made his intentions clear and Dee complied and spread her legs. He was clearly horny for her and his fingers parted her now clean-shaven cunt lips and slid a finger inside her. Dee moaned and prepared to submit herself to an exploration of her body.

She reached down and took his shaft in her hand, I ‘ m going to enjoy rather than endure this she thought. He looked strangely at her then let her fondle his stiff manhood which was now leaking pre-cum profusely. This allowed her to oil his rooster and provoke the head of his dick with her pollex and forefingers. He clearly hadn't had this done to him before and he was enjoying the star of this Edward Douglas White Jr. woman paying this amount of money of intimate tending to him. As she fondled him his hands went to her boob and tweaked her mamilla, pulling and rolling them between his fingers.

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

As her legs were undetermined and up, he positioned himself on his knee between her his cock ramrod intemperately and pushing at her open lips. Dee surprised herself by reaching around, clasping his stern and pulling him into her. She sighed deeply as he entered her and slowly they started to move in time with each other, each thrust causing her to groan with pleasure.

Chapter 3 - The surprise

Dee's life-time had changed immeasurably in such a inadequate quad of metre. It wasn't that her hi-tech life in the metropolis was forgotten, but rather through necessity she had adapted to this simple footstep of life. Her nudity was ‘ just how it is'the wide-eyed pleasures of daily existence was the challenge now. Surprisingly the biggest variety was feeling constantly horny. Whatever it was she was eating and drink had fired her previously sleepy libido into a raging torrent. Often her first-class honours degree daily intellection would be when she was going to get fucked and how she had embraced a hungriness for the chief's dick inside her. She would eagerly lie on her back, legs apart with her slit wet and ready for him. The chief himself had acquired a liking for a good long blowjob and now often finished himself down Dee 's throat with his finger 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 front of him. He had started to daydream up new mind for satiating this telling white woman.

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

It had started like most days, a daily bathe with the settlement char in the river. Many had grown used to the good deal of the naked white womanhood, but the elder woman still enjoyed some close contact with Dee though a little more surreptitious of belated. Her fingers would probe between Dees legs under water supply and usually ended with her fingers knuckle deep in her cunt. Dee enjoyed this too so did nil to discourage her, besides it was a lovely quick up to the chief event of the day.

After her bathing the cleaning lady started talking excitedly amongst themselves and kept glancing at Dee and giggling, clearly there was something about to happen. They beckoned Dee to follow them and they walked into the jungle away from the hamlet until they came to another small clearing that Dee hadn't seen before.

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

Oh no, thought Dee, they going to pee-pee me take in them butcher it. Dee couldn't abide animal cruelness of any form 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 conform to them. Once inside the pen the women held an arm each and started tapping Dee's leg until she parted them. That was clearly a signaling 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 legs 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 nozzle pushing and probing her lips and she realised she was wet and her twat 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 attention her slit was enjoying, when some men arrived with a minor table on peg and they put it in the eye of the pen. She also noticed that the tribal chief himself was there too, but he stood outside the pen and just watched.

When the table was placed the men came and restrained the pig and the women insisted that Dee get under the table on all quaternary - it did take one of the char to demonstrate before Dee understood. She complied and then the men let the pig go. It made a bee product line for Dee or more importantly the blank space where this toothsome sex musk was coming from and briefly go forward nuzzling her wet cunt lips again.

One of the women then picked up the slob'battlefront 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 cop cock looking for an opening. The woman felt under the pig and took its cock in her hand and guided it into Dee's by now sopping wet twat. Then she felt it….it wasn't a battering ram but rather a corkscrew outcome. The putz 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 grunt of pleasure and satisfaction.

The surprise didn't occlusive there though. As she felt the pig pump copious amounts of cum inside her, she could feel her cervix being probed energetically and then its cock 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 effect of the pig dick opening her cervix, but pleasure at the tactile sensation of this warm cum spurting deeper inside her than she'd ever experienced in her life.

The pig then stopped the probing of her uterine cervix and Dee could finger it slide out of her little by little. She was distressing to believe it was over it had been an experience she didn't think she would enjoy but oh was she legal injury. She had the most intense intimate experience of her life to date and that was saying something considering these finally few weeks.

After the pig withdrew from her hole, she realised she was incredibly full of pig cum and she could feel it erupt from her cunt with some personnel. The onlookers had been whooping with joy as they had watched her, and the chieftain had been proud of his white womanhood and incredibly turned on to watch over her get fucked by the pig.

He couldn't contain himself any longer and as Dee was still on all quaternion, he knelt behind her and hurtle his rock laborious dick into her. Dee moaned as she was being used again but she had grown to make out being his nooky slave and his peter worked its magic on her again as she started to orgasm all over again.

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

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