Chapter 1 - Arrival

Dee had been with her husband on this trip and they'd taken the longsighted trip to Brazil to do a little geographic expedition of the rainforest. Dee and her husband privy were in their previous 30s and this was to be a trip of a lifetime. They'd always talked about visiting the rainforest and now their aspiration had come truthful.

They'd arrived at their hotel after a long escape and transference and after some acclimation they were ready to make the short tripper to the timber from the cheeseparing township on the outskirts of the woods proper.

They had taken a short bus drive to the river and to meet a pre-arranged templet who would accept 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 subscribe for the day. It would be an arduous but within their potentiality. The heat, however, and the humidity were something she had factored in and wore reasonable trek pants, a sleeved shirt and was smothered in worm repellent, though she was sure enough it wouldn't be enough.

The boat drive had been uneventful and after several hours the river narrowed with obtuse vegetation and Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree 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 were hit and the boat, in their affright, capsized and it all went black.

Dee was scared beyond measure about what was to come about to her. Dragged from the riverbank by these fierce looking tribesmen she had no thought what portion 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 sense of dread. Clearly her arriver, forced or not, had thrown the Village into a nation of uproar. The villagers themselves were incertain of what to do with her and looked on her as a menace of other T. H. White the great unwashed to make out ?

That was what was going through her judgement as she stood blinking in the vivid passion and sun in the middle of what looked like very primitive huts in a clearing in the jungle.

She was then led by two men holding either of her wrist joint into the biggest of the field hut she could see, which led her to opine this must be the tribal leaders'hut, but she couldn't be sure.

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

Generally, they were naked with just a lowly string for the men that somehow they had managed to hook over the foreskin of their penis to keep it in topographic point, but it didn't leave anything to the imagination and their orb were on exhibit. The womanhood were equally exposed as a small thong that went around their waist also went between their legs accentuating their labia.

Inside the dismal hut, which was just barely high enough to stand in, she was confronted by an old man, dressed as the others but with various colourful feather attached to his head clearly denoting his high status. He exchanged word with her ‘ guards ’, at metre animated as he pointed at her but largely he seemed measured and controlled.

He was clearly appraising Dee as she stood in presence of him. What he saw was a light-haired woman in her late XXX. She has kept herself largely in shape, not by being a gym bunny but with a sensible dieting and drill. She stood at 5"1 ’, weighed around 120lb with a curvy pattern and perky 34b breasts, though she said so herself. She started to say something to the chief, but he held his helping hand up telling her to be subdued.

With a clap of his hired hand several char appeared, and the guard duty melted into the background. The chief wheel spoke quietly with self-confidence to the women and they nodded signalling their agreement.

Before Dee could grasp what was happening, her handwriting had been tied behind her back 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 protestations would be in vain.

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

It was getting black and most of the masses had disappeared too. One womanhood reappeared and offered her some liquid to drink, which she hoped was water, and being parched she eagerly gulped down. Whilst it did quench her thirst it also had a soporific effect on her, and her anxieties seemed to slue away.

It had gone dark and the women reappeared indicating to Dee to stick out up. This she did, struggling seemed a waste of energy and futile anyhow. Besides she still felt very mellowly from whatever it was they had given her to imbibe.

She was unbrace and led back into the chief's hut and taken to two line of latitude post that she also didn't see before. The adult female stood either side of her and started to undress her. Their agile fingers quickly understanding how buttons worked. Dee didn't target, she was still a footling woozy from the, what would later turn out to be, aphrodisiac.

They had soon removed every trace of her habiliment and Dee stood there au naturel, her nipples erect from the chill in the air. pail of body of water were bought out and they began to wash Dee from the debris and grim of her ordeal to date. It felt both refreshing and arousing at the same fourth dimension as the women 's workforce and finger lingered on her breasts and nipples. In truth the women were fascinated by this albumen cleaning woman, the first they had ever seen. They soon moved their care 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 finger's breadth probed bass inside her, the dividing line of their black fingers darting inside her encouraged Sir Thomas More of her lubrication - she was hugely turned on.

A sharp-worded clout forwards and she was doubled over with her palms two-dimensional on the ground and her ass high in the air, she knew what was coming and the women didn't disappoint. One by one they took twist fingering her ass sliding their digit in her asshole deeper and deeper. Dee was moaning loudly as they delighted in making her shudder with delectation, she could feel an orgasm building. Then just as she was about to go past the point of no return the digit were removed.

Dee felt cheated but relieved in touch measures, she didn't want to give them the gratification of making her cum. If she thought they had finished she was soon proved wrong as she saw two of the charwoman dragging a turgid wooden statue, roughly carved into the shape of a man with a huge phallus.

It has clearly seen circle of use as the phallus was worn smooth and the great bellied psyche seemed to leer at Dee as it knew what was in stock for her.

The adult female 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 member and pushed her down as inch by inch it penetrated her until the tip was pushing against her cervix. She hated to admit it, but it felt good, it was filling her puss completely and slowly she started to drive 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 time and she pushed on as her climax grew and she gave a cry and shuddered down on the genus Phallus completely spent.

Dee wasn't allowed time to rest and the women took her from the satisfying phallus and led her back to the stakes. This time they tied her ankles to the bet which spread her legs wide-cut and had the same consequence on her cunt lips which spread spread out too. A humble table was placed behind her and she was forced back to lie on the board with her legs and her cunt open wide. The top dog appeared and once again appraised the now naked Dee. He too was aroused by the sight of this albumen charwoman with her sex on display and his to do with as he pleased.

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

Dee cried out to him

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

The principal clearly didn't understand what she was saying and approached Dee until he was between her legs, his erection touching her cunt brim. Oh god he's going to have a go at it me, thought Dee, please make it quick and then leave me alone.

The chief had other ideas, he was going to make use of this charwoman for the repose of the Nox and slowly he slid his hard tool inside her.

Dee gasped, not so practically at the size of it of the tool, but how horny the completely 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 push thrall had made her drip with excitement.

The chief started slowly at offset, he was fascinated by seeing his peter gripped by the skin of this Patrick White cleaning woman's sex and how she was lubricating his lance so that it glistened in the half visible radiation of the hut's flame. He then started to pump harder and was encouraged by Dee's moan of satisfaction as she felt his rock-hard shaft fucking her.

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

"Oh god don't full stop, keep fucking me you brute, feed me your spermatozoan ..."

Dee continued with a stream of salaciousness as her coming built to a shattering conclusion and whether by luck or judgment on his part, a stream of sperm cell hit her cervix with surprising force as the chief loudly proclaimed his orgasm too.

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

Almost immediately his fingers were prising her cunt lips open to see his sperm seep from her sopping wet hole. Her cream mixed with his. A woman was beckoned to rent the honcho's spot and she soon had her mouth latched onto Dee's dripping cunt and greedily lapped up this creamy motley. The lapping of the natural language had the consequence of bringing on another sexual climax which felt as dependable if not as intense as the first.

This continued for the rest of the night with the chief fucking her and shooting his shipment inside her and a different woman assigned to verbalise duties. She did marvel at his staying power that would put many youthful 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 wooden leg for him and gasped as his cock slid mysterious inside her very wet cunt.

Contented she finally fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter 2 - Next day

She was awoken by one of the women 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 option to refuse.

She had no idea was she was eating or crapulence 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 yield that she partly recognised.

She also realised that nudity was her only option too, her dress 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 top dog's wife, motioned for her to get up and to pursue her. Dee complied and followed her down to the river where it was clear she was expected to bathe herself. The water was dusty and yet invigorating and revitalised her nicely. Bathing done, the woman, who had been joined by other tribal char, 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 Oklahoman had she done so than her weapon 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 pussy trimmed but it seemed these cleaning woman, who were devoid of any physical structure pilus, 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 shave her.

It wasn't unpleasant and the Harlan Fiske Stone was surprisingly sharp as her short pubic tomentum came away easily, her mound bald in no time. The woman then deftly took one of Dee's twat mouth and extended it so that she could hit any hair from there too. This was repeated until the woman was satisfied there was no tincture of hair left. Dee felt really naked now, especially when the woman parted her rim wide to inspect her handiwork, feeling the want to slew a match of finger's breadth into Dee's twat for a long inspection. Dee moaned as the old adult female, tentative at initiative, soon increased her amphetamine and was soon finger fucking her, clearly determined to bring her to orgasm. Dee moaned loudly and then shuddered to a climax on the cleaning lady's fingerbreadth. The adult female looked at Dee and smiled and spoke to the other women who were watching.

They ushered Dee from the bench and motioned her to follow them back into the hut. The top dog was waiting for them and beckoned Dee towards him. He made a spreading movement with his hands which made his intent clear and Dee complied and spread her legs. He was clearly horny for her and his fingerbreadth parted her now clean-shaven slit backtalk 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 stopcock in her hand, I ‘ m going to enjoy rather than go this she thought. He looked strangely at her then let her fondle his stiff humanness which was now leaking pre-cum profusely. This allowed her to oil his cock and perk up the head of his turncock with her thumb and forefingers. He clearly hadn't had this done to him before and he was enjoying the sensation of this Elwyn Brooks White woman paying this amount of sexual attention to him. As she fondled him his paw went to her breasts and tweaked her mamilla, pulling and rolling them between his fingers.

Dee was caught up in the moment and didn't aim when he pushed her onto the level and on her rear. Instinctively she opened her ramification exposing her wet snatch to him, her sassing were open with turmoil and expectation. Unlike his premature energetic and rushed fucking before, this prison term he was going to take his time.

As her leg were open and up, he positioned himself on his knees between her his cock ramrod surd and pushing at her candid back talk. Dee surprised herself by reaching around, clasping his buttocks 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 surprisal

Dee's living had changed immeasurably in such a short space of sentence. It wasn't that her high-tech life in the city was forgotten, but rather through necessity she had adapted to this simple pace of life. Her nudity was ‘ just how it is'the bare delight of day-by-day existence was the challenge now. Surprisingly the braggart change was feeling constantly horny. Whatever it was she was eating and drink had fired her previously sleepy libido into a lambast pelter. Often her foremost daily thoughts would be when she was going to get fucked and how she had embraced a yearning for the head's shaft inside her. She would eagerly lie on her back, leg apart with her snatch wet and set up for him. The head himself had acquired a liking for a good foresightful blowjob and now often finished himself down Dee 's throat with his digit buried in her cunt.

He had also encouraged Dee riding the wooden statue as a sort of arousal, he enjoyed how wantonly she impaled herself in front of him. He had started to daydream up new musical theme for satiating this telling white woman.

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

It had started like well-nigh days, a daily bathe with the village fair sex in the river. Many had grown used to the sight of the naked white cleaning woman, but the elderberry bush woman still enjoyed some closing curtain contact with Dee though a little more hole-and-corner of late. Her fingerbreadth would probe between Dees legs under weewee and usually ended with her fingers knuckle deep in her pussy. Dee enjoyed this too so did goose egg to discourage her, besides it was a lovely warmly up to the main event of the day.

After her bathing the adult female started talking excitedly amongst themselves and kept glancing at Dee and giggling, clearly there was something about to come about. They beckoned Dee to postdate 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 nerve centre of the clearing was a pen that contained a waste pig and when she looked again Dee saw that it was a male with big balls between its legs.

Oh no, thought Dee, they going to prepare me keep an eye on them slaughter it. Dee couldn't abide fauna cruelty of any sorting and the thought of what was going to encounter filled her with disgust.

Two of the fair sex went into the pen and insisted that Dee pursue them. Once inside the pen the char held an arm each and started tapping Dee's legs 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 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 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 super sexual life style, but now I'm getting turned on by a pig. She moaned quietly at the aid her slit was enjoying, when some men arrived with a little table on pegleg and they put it in the middle 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 four - it did read one of the adult female to present before Dee understood. She complied and then the men let the pig go. It made a bee assembly line for Dee or more importantly the place where this delectable 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 tabular array, so it supported its weighting. The Dee felt a prodding at her backside and realised it was the pig bed cock looking for an opening. The woman felt under the pig and took its turncock in her hired man 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 essence. The cock screwing around and back as it delved further into her snatch. 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 oink of pleasure and satisfaction.

The surprisal didn't stop there though. As she felt the pig ticker 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 comparable dry pint of cum in her womb.

She let out a scream of infliction and pleasance, pain in the ass at the hook outcome of the pig turncock opening her cervix, but pleasure at the feeling 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 sense it slide out of her fiddling by little. She was sorry to cogitate it was over it had been an experience she didn't think she would enjoy but oh was she wrong. She had the most vivid sexual experience of her life to particular date and that was saying something considering these last few weeks.

After the pig withdrew from her pickle, she realised she was incredibly full of pig cum and she could find it erupt from her cunt with some power. The looker-on had been whooping with joy as they had watched her, and the headman had been gallant of his tweed 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 4, he knelt behind her and thrust his careen operose shaft into her. Dee moaned as she was being used again but she had grown to love being his fuck slave and his putz worked its legerdemain on her again as she started to orgasm all over again.

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

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