Chapter 1 - Arrival

Dee had been with her husband on this trip and they'd taken the farseeing trip to Brazil to do a niggling exploration of the rainforest. Dee and her husband lavatory were in their belated 30s and this was to be a trip of a life-time. They'd always talked about visiting the rain forest and now their dream had come true up.

They'd arrived at their hotel after a foresighted flight and transfer of training and after some acclimatization they were ready to score the short trip to the forest from the nearest townspeople on the outskirts of the timberland proper.

They had taken a short bus drive to the river and to meet a pre-arranged guide who would take them upriver venturing further into the hobo camp. They met Pablo at the river and after exchanging pleasantries he explained the path they were to take for the day. It would be an arduous but within their capableness. The heat, however, and the humidness were something she had factored in and wore sensible trek pants, a sleeved shirt and was smothered in worm 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 dense flora and Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree right up to the river's edge. That's when it happened.

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

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

Confused by what was being said to her in a words she didn't understand only compounded her sensation of dread. Clearly her arrival, forced or not, had thrown the hamlet into a body politic of garboil. The villagers themselves were shy of what to do with her and looked on her as a threat of early white hoi polloi to come ?

That was what was going through her mind as she stood blinking in the intense heat and sun in the centre of what looked care very crude huts in a clearing in the jungle.

She was then led by two men holding either of her radiocarpal joint into the bad of the hutch she could see, which led her to suppose this must be the tribal leader'hut, but she couldn't be sure.

Even in her DoS of confusion she had a hazard to look at her captors. They were a minuscule people than Europeans, dark skinned and incredibly toned and muscled, even the women.

Generally, they were naked with just a small string for the men that somehow they had managed to hook over the foreskin of their penis to hold open it in piazza, but it didn't leave anything to the vision and their musket ball were on showing. The fair sex were equally exposed as a small thong that went around their waist also went between their legs accentuating their labia.

Inside the grim hut, which was just barely high gear enough to bear in, she was confronted by an old man, dressed as the others but with various colorful feathers attached to his head clearly denoting his high position. He exchanged wrangle with her ‘ safety ’, at times animated as he pointed at her but largely he seemed mensural and controlled.

He was clearly appraising Dee as she stood in front man of him. What he saw was a light-haired cleaning woman in her late thirties. She has kept herself largely in SHAPE, not by being a gym bunny but with a sensible dieting and exercise. She stood at 5"1 ’, weighed around 120lb with a curvy figure of speech and perky 34b breast, though she said so herself. She started to say something to the chief, but he held his hand up telling her to be quiet.

With a bam of his hired man several fair sex appeared, and the guards melted into the background. The chief spoke quietly with agency to the women and they nodded signalling their agreement.

Before Dee could encompass what was happening, her hands had been tied behind her spinal column with some kind of vines, so tightly it made it out of the question to impress 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 stake in the middle of the Village that she did n't remember being there before and tied her firmly to it with her workforce behind her back and the stake holding her firm. They then left her there.

It was getting dingy and most of the people had disappeared too. One woman reappeared and offered her some liquid state to drink in, which she hoped was H2O, and being parched she eagerly gulped down. Whilst it did quench her thirst it also had a soporific effect on her, and her anxiety seemed to slew away.

It had gone dour and the cleaning lady reappeared indicating to Dee to stand up. This she did, struggling seemed a waste of energy and futile anyhow. Besides she still felt very mellowed from whatever it was they had given her to drink.

She was unlace and led back into the chief's hut and taken to two line of latitude stakes that she also didn't see before. The women stood either incline of her and started to unclothe her. Their nimble finger quickly understanding how push button worked. Dee didn't objective, she was still a little woozy from the, what would later sour out to be, aphrodisiac.

They had soon removed every vestige of her clothing and Dee stood there naked, her teat erect from the shiver in the air. Buckets of H2O were bought out and they began to wash Dee from the dust and grim of her ordeal to date. It felt both refreshing and arousing at the Saami time as the women 's hands and fingers lingered on her chest and nipple. In truth the women were fascinated by this ashen womanhood, the foremost they had ever seen. They soon moved their tending to between her legs. Dee gasped as they parted her twat, spreading her lip spacious apart and they dropped to their genu to calculate inside her now sopping hole.

Dee was horrified yet incredibly aroused as their fingers probed deeply inside her, the line of their dark-skinned finger's breadth darting inside her encouraged More of her lubrication - she was hugely turned on.

A sharp pull forwards and she was doubled over with her palms matt on the reason and her ass mellow in the air, she knew what was coming and the women didn't disappoint. One by one they took turns fingering her ass sliding their fingers in her asshole deeper and deeper. Dee was moaning loudly as they delighted in making her shudder with joy, she could finger an orgasm building. Then just as she was about to go past the decimal point of no return the finger were removed.

Dee felt cheated but relieved in equal measures, she didn't want to chip in them the expiation of making her cum. If she thought they had finished she was soon proved wrong as she saw two of the charwoman dragging a large wooden statue, roughly carved into the build of a man with a Brobdingnagian phallus.

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

The cleaning lady 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 column inch by inch it penetrated her until the tip was pushing against her neck. She hated to admit it, but it felt good, it was filling her cunt completely and slowly she started to devolve on 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 clock time and she pushed on as her flood tide grew and she gave a cry and shuddered down on the phallus completely spent.

Dee wasn't allowed clip to stay and the women took her from the satisfying phallus and led her back to the stakes. This time they tied her ankles to the stakes which spread her branch wide and had the same effect on her snatch lips which spread open too. A small table was placed behind her and she was forced back to lie on the table with her legs and her cunt open full. The chief appeared and once again appraised the now naked Dee. He too was aroused by the hatful of this White River woman 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 tribal chief clearly didn't understand what she was saying and approached Dee until he was between her wooden leg, his erection touching her cunt rim. Oh god he's going to sleep together me, thought Dee, delight hit it immediate and then exit me alone.

The boss had other ideas, he was going to make use of this woman for the eternal rest of the dark and slowly he slid his concentrated cock inside her.

Dee gasped, not so much at the size of the cock, but how horny the whole scenario had made her. She should be repulsed and horrified by the situation but strangely she was longing for him to have intercourse her and this forced thralldom had made her dribble with excitement.

The headman started slowly at initiative, he was fascinated by seeing his shaft gripped by the peel of this blanched woman's sex and how she was lubricating his irradiation so that it glistened in the half light of the hut's fervidness. He then started to pump harder and was encouraged by Dee's moan of gratification as she felt his rock-hard cock fucking her.

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

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

Dee continued with a current of obscenities as her coming built to a shattering termination and whether by fortune or legal opinion on his percentage, a flow of sperm hit her cervix with surprising military group as the headman loudly proclaimed his orgasm too.

"Oooh fuck oh fuck"moaned Dee as the chief withdrew his tool from her.

Almost immediately his fingerbreadth were prising her bitch lips open to see his sperm seep from her sopping wet trap. Her cream mixed with his. A woman was beckoned to exact the foreman's place and she soon had her mouth latched onto Dee's dripping cunt and greedily lapped up this creamy mixed bag. The lapping of the tongue had the force of bringing on another climax which felt as good if not as intense as the first.

This continued for the rest of the night with the chief fucking her and shooting his load inside her and a unlike woman assigned to mouth duties. She did marvel at his staying power 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 open her legs for him and gasped as his prick slid deep inside her very wet cunt.

Contented she finally fell into a oceanic abyss sleep.

Chapter 2 - Next day

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

She had no idea was she was eating or drinking but she was so athirst and athirst that she figured whatever it was she should try and aliment herself. It was surprisingly tasty and contained some fruit that she partly recognised.

She also realised that nudity was her only option 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 exertions then she was mistaken. The woman, who she realised must be the chief's wife, motioned for her to get up and to abide by her. Dee complied and followed her down to the river where it was pass she was expected to bathe herself. The piddle was inhuman and yet invigorating and revitalised her nicely. Bathing done, the woman, who had been joined by other tribal charwoman, firmly took Dee by the arm and pulled her along with her to a retentive bench that was outside the hut where she had been fucked solidly.

She was motioned to lie on the workbench on her back and no sooner had she done so than her arms and legs were pulled out and to the side of meat 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 twat trimmed but it seemed these women, who were devoid of any trunk 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 kind of flint Edward Durell Stone they started to shave her.

It wasn't unpleasant and the I. F. Stone was surprisingly penetrating as her short pubic hair came away easily, her mound bald in no clip. The adult female then deftly took one of Dee's pussy sass and extended it so that she could polish off any hair from there too. This was repeated until the womanhood was satisfied there was no vestige of fuzz left. Dee felt really naked now, especially when the charwoman parted her lips wide to scrutinize her handicraft, feeling the need to slew a couple of fingers into Dee's puss for a long inspection. Dee moaned as the old womanhood, tentative at first, soon increased her speed and was soon finger fucking her, clearly determined to bring her to orgasm. Dee moaned loudly and then shuddered to a climax on the woman's finger's breadth. 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 boss was waiting for them and beckoned Dee towards him. He made a circularize gesture with his hands which made his intentions bring in and Dee complied and spread her legs. He was clearly horny for her and his fingers parted her now clean-shaven cunt sassing and slid a finger's breadth inside her. Dee moaned and prepared to pass on herself to an exploration of her body.

She reached down and took his cock in her helping hand, I ‘ m going to enjoy rather than support this she thought. He looked strangely at her then let her caress his corpse manhood which was now leaking pre-cum profusely. This allowed her to oil his cock and stimulate the head of his cock with her pollex and forefingers. He clearly hadn't had this done to him before and he was enjoying the genius of this white woman paying this sum of money of sexual attention to him. As she fondled him his hands went to her chest and tweaked her mammilla, pulling and rolling them between his fingers.

Dee was caught up in the moment and didn't physical object when he pushed her onto the trading floor and on her backbone. Instinctively she opened her legs exposing her wet cunt to him, her lips were surface with turmoil and expectancy. Unlike his old energetic and rushed fucking before, this time he was going to assume his time.

As her ramification were open and up, he positioned himself on his human knee between her his shaft ramrod gruelling and pushing at her open lips. Dee surprised herself by reaching around, clasping his keister and pulling him into her. She sighed deeply as he entered her and slowly they started to be active in time with each other, each thrust causing her to moan with pleasure.

Chapter 3 - The surprisal

Dee's sprightliness had changed immeasurably in such a short quad of time. It wasn't that her high-tech life in the metropolis was forgotten, but rather through necessity she had adapted to this simple pace of life. Her nudity was ‘ just how it is'the mere pleasures of daily existence was the challenge now. Surprisingly the vainglorious change was feeling constantly horny. Whatever it was she was eating and drinking had fired her previously sleepy libido into a lambast torrent. Often her first daily intellection would be when she was going to get fucked and how she had embraced a longing for the chief's cock inside her. She would eagerly lie on her back, legs apart with her cunt wet and ready for him. The head himself had acquired a liking for a good prospicient blowjob and now often finished himself down Dee 's pharynx with his fingers buried in her cunt.

He had also encouraged Dee riding the wooden statue as a kind of foreplay, he enjoyed how wantonly she impaled herself in figurehead of him. He had started to stargaze up new mind for satiating this impressive white woman.

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

It had started like near Clarence Day, a casual bathe with the village womanhood in the river. Many had grown used to the sight of the naked white woman, but the elder woman still enjoyed some finale contact with Dee though a little more surreptitious of later. Her finger would poke into between Dees legs under water and usually ended with her finger's breadth knuckle deep in her twat. Dee enjoyed this too so did zero to discourage her, besides it was a lovely warm up up to the independent event 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 hap. They beckoned Dee to follow them and they walked into the jungle away from the village 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 hazardous pig and when she looked again Dee saw that it was a male with big musket ball between its legs.

Oh no, thought Dee, they going to make me keep an eye on them massacre it. Dee couldn't abide animal mercilessness of any kind and the cerebration of what was going to happen filled her with disgust.

Two of the char went into the pen and insisted that Dee play along them. Once inside the pen the women held an arm each and started tapping Dee's legs until she parted them. That was clearly a sign to the pig, who, grunting and snuffling made his way over to Dee. Before she realised what was going on, the pig had his rostrum 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 vivid and Dee could feel his snout pushing and probing her lips and she realised she was wet and her cunt was parting.

Oh god what is happening to me, she thought to herself. Not only have I been enjoying this extremely sexual lifestyle, but now I'm getting turned on by a pig. She moaned quietly at the attention her cunt was enjoying, when some men arrived with a small table on wooden leg and they put it in the centre of the pen. She also noticed that the 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 quadruplet - it did select one of the women to shew before Dee understood. She complied and then the men let the pig go. It made a bee line for Dee or more importantly the place where this delicious sex musk was coming from and briefly keep nuzzling her wet cunt lips again.

One of the fair sex then picked up the pigs'look pegleg and put them on the board, so it supported its weight. The Dee felt a goading at her backside and realised it was the pigs cock looking for an opening. The adult female felt under the pig and took its cock in her hand and guided it into Dee's by now sopping wet cunt. 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 wonderful. The pig was enjoying it too as he grunted ever louder in what seemed comparable grunts of joy and satisfaction.

The surprise didn't stop there though. As she felt the pig pump plenteous amounts of cum inside her, she could feel her uterine cervix being probed energetically and then its cock pushed inside it and gushed what seemed like pints of cum in her womb.

She let out a scream of pain and joy, pain at the hook effect of the pig hammer opening her cervix, but joy at the feeling of this strong cum spurting deeper inside her than she'd ever experienced in her life.

The pig then stopped the probing of her cervix and Dee could feel it slide out of her little by little. She was grim to think it was over it had been an experience she didn't think she would savour but oh was she unseasonable. She had the most intense sexual experience of her life to day of the month and that was saying something considering these last few weeks.

After the pig withdrew from her pickle, she realised she was incredibly full phase of the moon of pig cum and she could feel it erupt from her cunt with some force out. The onlooker had been whooping with joy as they had watched her, and the chief had been majestic of his Edward White adult female 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 fours, he knelt behind her and thrust his rock-and-roll hard cock into her. Dee moaned as she was being used again but she had grown to jazz being his fuck slave and his tool 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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