Chapter 1 - Arrival

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

They'd arrived at their hotel after a long flight and transfer and after some acclimatisation they were prepare to make the short trip to the wood from the penny-pinching Town on the outskirts of the forest proper.

They had taken a short bus ride to the river and to encounter a pre-arranged guide who would adopt them upriver venturing further into the hobo camp. 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 laborious but within their capableness. The heat, however, and the humidity were something she had factored in and wore sensible trek pants, a sleeved shirt and was smothered in insect repellent, 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 Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree right up to the river's edge. That's when it happened.

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

Dee was scared beyond measure about what was to find to her. Dragged from the riverside by these fierce looking tribesmen she had no idea what fortune awaited her. Where were the others, god knows what had happened to them ?

Confused by what was being said to her in a language she didn't understand only compounded her gumption of dread. Clearly her arriver, forced or not, had thrown the Village into a res publica of uproar. The villagers themselves were timid of what to do with her and looked on her as a threat of other white people to fare ?

That was what was going through her intellect as she stood blinking in the intense high temperature and sun in the midsection of what looked like very archaic hut in a clearing in the jungle.

She was then led by two men holding either of her wrists into the self-aggrandizing of the army hut she could see, which led her to think this must be the tribal leadership'hut, but she couldn't be sure.

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

Generally, they were naked with just a small twine for the men that somehow they had managed to lift over the foreskin of their phallus to keep it in topographic point, but it didn't leave anything to the imaginativeness and their globe were on display. The womanhood were equally exposed as a small flip-flop that went around their waist also went between their legs accentuating their labia.

Inside the blue hut, which was just barely high enough to stand in, she was confronted by an old man, dressed as the others but with several colourful feathers attached to his headland clearly denoting his high condition. He exchanged quarrel with her ‘ guard duty ’, at metre animated as he pointed at her but largely he seemed mensurable and controlled.

He was clearly appraising Dee as she stood in front of him. What he saw was a blonde woman in her recently 1930s. She has kept herself largely in shape, not by being a gym bunny but with a sensible diet and physical exertion. She stood at 5"1 ’, weighed around 120lb with a curvy physical body and perky 34b bosom, though she said so herself. She started to say something to the chief, but he held his mitt up telling her to be calm.

With a clap of his hands various women appeared, and the guards melted into the scope. The chief spoke quietly with self-assurance to the women and they nodded signalling their agreement.

Before Dee could comprehend what was happening, her deal had been tied behind her spinal column with some sort 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 bet in the midriff of the village that she did n't call back being there before and tied her firmly to it with her hand behind her back and the stake holding her house. They then left her there.

It was getting obscure and near of the the great unwashed had disappeared too. One woman reappeared and offered her some liquid state to drink, which she hoped was piddle, and being parched she eagerly gulped down. Whilst it did quench her thirstiness it also had a somniferous core on her, and her anxiousness seemed to slip away.

It had gone black 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 mellow from whatever it was they had given her to drink.

She was unshackled and led back into the honcho's hut and taken to two analogue stakes that she also didn't see before. The women stood either position of her and started to strip down her. Their quick fingers quickly understanding how buttons worked. Dee didn't physical object, she was still a petty woozy from the, what would later turn 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. pail of water 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 same meter as the women 's hands and fingerbreadth lingered on her breasts and pap. In true statement the womanhood were fascinated by this White char, the firstly they had ever seen. They soon moved their attention to between her branch. Dee gasped as they parted her slit, spreading her mouth wide apart and they dropped to their knees to bet inside her now sopping hole.

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

A sharp clout forwards and she was doubled over with her medallion flavourless on the ground and her ass heights in the air, she knew what was coming and the woman didn't disappoint. One by one they took turns fingering her ass sliding their digit in her arse deeper and deeper. Dee was moaning loudly as they delighted in making her shudder with delight, she could feel an coming edifice. Then just as she was about to go past the distributor point of no return the finger were removed.

Dee felt cheated but relieved in equal amount, she didn't want to have them the atonement of making her cum. If she thought they had finished she was soon essay incorrect as she saw two of the women dragging a large wooden statue, roughly carved into the embodiment of a man with a huge phallus.

It has clearly seen lots of use as the Phallus was worn smooth and the orotund bulgy read/write head seemed to leer at Dee as it knew what was in depot for her.

The char 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 in it penetrated her until the tip was pushing against her cervix. She hated to take on it, but it felt good, it was filling her twat completely and slowly she started to cod it. Faster and faster she fucked herself on this wooden dildo as the fair sex were whooping with delight. Dee wasn't going to be denied this fourth dimension and she pushed on as her culmination grew and she gave a cry and shuddered down on the phallus completely spent.

Dee wasn't allowed time 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 interest which spread her wooden leg wide and had the same essence on her cunt brim which spread open too. A minuscule table was placed behind her and she was forced back to lie on the tabular array with her legs and her slit open wide. The gaffer appeared and once again appraised the now naked Dee. He too was aroused by the sight of this Andrew Dickson White 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 beggary you ..."

The chief clearly didn't understand what she was saying and approached Dee until he was between her wooden leg, his erection touching her twat lips. Oh god he's going to sleep with me, thought Dee, please make it quick and then pull up stakes me alone.

The honcho had other estimation, he was going to spend a penny use of this cleaning woman for the rest of the dark and slowly he slid his arduous prick inside her.

Dee gasped, not so much at the size of the cock, but how horny the solid scenario had made her. She should be repulsed and horrified by the state of affairs but strangely she was longing for him to jazz her and this hale thrall had made her drip with excitement.

The boss started slowly at number 1, he was fascinated by seeing his cock gripped by the pelt of this blanched woman's sex and how she was lubricating his shaft so that it glistened in the half light of the hut's fervour. He then started to pump harder and was encouraged by Dee's groan of satisfaction as she felt his rock-hard peter fucking her.

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

"Oh god don't period, hold on fucking me you brute, give me your sperm ..."

Dee continued with a flow of obscenities as her orgasm built to a shattering conclusion and whether by luck or judgement on his role, a stream of sperm hit her cervix with surprising force as the top dog loudly proclaimed his sexual climax too.

"Oooh fuck oh piece of tail"moaned Dee as the chief withdrew his hammer from her.

Almost immediately his finger were prising her snatch mouth open to see his sperm seep from her sopping wet hole. Her ointment mixed with his. A woman was beckoned to contract the chief's place and she soon had her mouth latched onto Dee's dripping cunt and greedily lapped up this creamy mixture. The overlapping of the tongue had the event of bringing on another orgasm which felt as good if not as intense as the first.

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

Every metre 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 stopcock slid deep inside her very wet cunt.

Contented she finally fell into a mystifying sleep.

Chapter 2 - Next day

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

She had no approximation was she was eating or imbibing but she was so hungry and athirst that she figured whatever it was she should try and nutrify herself. It was surprisingly tasty and contained some fruit that she partly recognised.

She also realised that nudity was her just option too, her dress having long gone and besides it seemed de rigeur for the indigene themselves. If she thought she was to be left alone after her night of sweat then she was mistaken. The woman, who she realised must be the gaffer's wife, motioned for her to get up and to comply 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 fair sex, who had been joined by early 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 Bench on her back and no Sooner had she done so than her arms and wooden leg were pulled out and to the side and fastened to some wooden supporting with some vine. Dee started to protest but again she realised it would be futile.

Dee has always kept her cunt trimmed but it seemed these women, who were devoid of any body hair, felt that she should be too. With some liquid, akin to a soap, she was lathered between her wooden leg and with what she assumed to be some sorting of Flint I. F. Stone they started to shave her.

It wasn't unpleasant and the Isidor Feinstein Stone was surprisingly knifelike as her short pubic pilus came away easily, her cumulation bald in no meter. The woman then deftly took one of Dee's pussy sass and extended it so that she could remove any hair's-breadth from there too. This was repeated until the woman was satisfied there was no vestige of tomentum left. Dee felt really naked now, especially when the woman parted her lips across-the-board to inspect her handiwork, feeling the need to slue a couple of fingerbreadth into Dee's twat for a prospicient inspection. Dee moaned as the old char, tentative at first, soon increased her speeding and was soon finger fucking her, clearly determined to contribute her to orgasm. Dee moaned loudly and then shuddered to a sexual climax on the woman's fingers. The woman looked at Dee and smiled and spoke to the other women who were watching.

They ushered Dee from the workbench and motioned her to accompany them back into the hut. The chieftain was waiting for them and beckoned Dee towards him. He made a public exposure motion with his hands which made his design clear and Dee complied and spread her wooden leg. He was clearly horny for her and his finger parted her now clean-shaven puss back talk and slid a finger inside her. Dee moaned and prepared to put in herself to an geographic expedition of her body.

She reached down and took his prick in her helping hand, I ‘ m going to love 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 turncock and brace the head of his prick with her thumb and index finger. He clearly hadn't had this done to him before and he was enjoying the mavin of this Stanford White char paying this amount of sexual attention to him. As she fondled him his paw went to her breasts and tweaked her nipples, 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 cunt to him, her lip were open with excitement and anticipation. Unlike his previous energetic and rushed fucking before, this fourth dimension he was going to take his time.

As her legs were open and up, he positioned himself on his articulatio genus between her his peter ramrod hard and pushing at her subject sassing. Dee surprised herself by reaching around, clasping his fanny and pulling him into her. She sighed deeply as he entered her and slowly they started to move in fourth dimension with each other, each knife thrust causing her to moan with pleasure.

Chapter 3 - The surprisal

Dee's life had changed immeasurably in such a unforesightful space of metre. It wasn't that her hi-tech life in the city was forgotten, but rather through necessity she had adapted to this simple pace of life history. Her nudity was ‘ just how it is'the simple pleasures of daily existence was the challenge now. Surprisingly the bounteous change was feeling constantly horny. Whatever it was she was eating and drinking had fired her previously sleepyheaded libido into a raging torrent. Often her first day-by-day thoughts would be when she was going to get fucked and how she had embraced a longing for the honcho's tool inside her. She would eagerly lie on her back, legs apart with her cunt wet and ready for him. The tribal chief 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 stimulation, he enjoyed how wantonly she impaled herself in front of him. He had started to stargaze up new musical theme for satiating this telling white woman.

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

It had started like most sidereal day, a daily bathe with the village womanhood in the river. Many had grown used to the batch of the bare E. B. White woman, but the elderberry bush woman still enjoyed some closing curtain contact with Dee though a little more undercover of lately. Her fingers would probe between Dees legs under H2O and usually ended with her fingerbreadth knuckle deep in her twat. Dee enjoyed this too so did nothing to admonish her, besides it was a lovely tender up to the primary event of the day.

After her bathing the charwoman started talking excitedly amongst themselves and kept glancing at Dee and giggling, clearly there was something about to happen. They beckoned Dee to espouse 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 pith of the clearing was a pen that contained a groundless pig and when she looked again Dee saw that it was a male with big testicle between its legs.

Oh no, thought Dee, they going to make me observe them butcher it. Dee couldn't abide fleshly cruelty of any sort and the thought of what was going to fall out filled her with disgust.

Two of the charwoman 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 legs 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 acute 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 passing sexual lifestyle, but now I'm getting turned on by a pig. She moaned quietly at the aid her cunt was enjoying, when some men arrived with a small table on legs and they put it in the middle of the pen. She also noticed that the chieftain 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 char insisted that Dee get under the table on all quatern - it did use up one of the women to march before Dee understood. She complied and then the men let the pig go. It made a bee line for Dee or more importantly the spot where this yummy sex musk was coming from and briefly continued nuzzling her wet cunt mouth again.

One of the char then picked up the pigs'front peg and put them on the mesa, so it supported its weight. The Dee felt a goading at her bottom and realised it was the bull cock looking for an possible action. The char 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 banging ram but rather a corkscrew effect. The cock screwing around and back as it delved further into her slit. She had never felt anything like it but oh god it felt wondrous. The pig was enjoying it too as he grunted ever louder in what seemed ilk grunts of pleasure and satisfaction.

The surprise didn't stop there though. As she felt the pig pump copious sum of money of cum inside her, she could experience her cervix uteri being probed energetically and then its peter pushed inside it and gushed what seemed alike dry pint of cum in her womb.

She let out a scream of pain sensation and pleasure, pain at the hook outcome of the pig cock opening her neck, but pleasure at the feeling of this warmly cum spurting deep inside her than she'd ever experienced in her life.

The pig then stopped the probing of her neck and Dee could feel it slide out of her little by minuscule. She was no-account to think it was over it had been an experience she didn't think she would revel but oh was she awry. 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 trap, she realised she was incredibly full of pig cum and she could feel it erupt from her puss with some military group. The onlookers had been whooping with joy as they had watched her, and the chief had been lofty of his white woman and incredibly turned on to determine 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 squeeze his rock and roll hard pecker into her. Dee moaned as she was being used again but she had grown to love being his fuck striver and his cock worked its magic on her again as she started to orgasm all over again.

Where was her life sentence going and what was instore for her ?

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