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 geographic expedition of the rainforest. Dee and her husband lav were in their lately 30s and this was to be a head trip of a lifetime. They'd always talked about visiting the rainforest and now their dream had come true.

They'd arrived at their hotel after a long flight and transfer and after some acclimatisation they were ready to lay down the dead misstep to the timber from the close town on the outskirts of the woods proper.

They had taken a curt bus ride to the river and to fill 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 capabilities. The heat, however, and the humidity were something she had factored in and wore sensible trek bloomers, a sleeved shirt and was smothered in louse 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 slow vegetation and tree diagram right up to the river's border. That's when it happened.

All hell broke loose as various pointer whizzed through the air, Pablo and lav were hit and the sauceboat, in their terror, capsized and it all went black.

Dee was scared beyond measure about what was to happen to her. Dragged from the riverside by these fierce looking tribesmen she had no estimate 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 linguistic communication she didn't understand only compounded her sense of dread. Clearly her arrival, forced or not, had thrown the village into a state of garboil. The villagers themselves were unsure of what to do with her and looked on her as a menace of former Patrick White citizenry to come ?

That was what was going through her idea as she stood blinking in the intense heating and sun in the eye of what looked like very primitive hutch in a clearing in the jungle.

She was then led by two men holding either of her wrists into the swelled of the shack 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 confusion she had a chance to look at her captor. They were a pocket-sized people than Europeans, darkness skinned and incredibly toned and muscled, even the women.

Generally, they were naked with just a small drawing string for the men that somehow they had managed to surcharge over the foreskin of their penis to preserve it in blank space, but it didn't leave anything to the imaging and their balls were on display. The woman were equally exposed as a small thong that went around their waist also went between their ramification accentuating their labia.

Inside the gloomy 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 feathers attached to his head clearly denoting his high position. He exchanged quarrel with her ‘ safety device ’, 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 of him. What he saw was a light-haired cleaning lady in her late 1930s. She has kept herself largely in shape, not by being a gym bunny but with a sensible dieting and recitation. She stood at 5"1 ’, weighed around 120lb with a curvy figure and perky 34b chest, though she said so herself. She started to say something to the chieftain, but he held his manus up telling her to be quieten.

With a blast of his deal respective adult female appeared, and the guards melted into the screen background. The foreman spoke quietly with bureau 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 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 stake in the middle of the hamlet that she did n't remember being there before and tied her firmly to it with her hands behind her back and the interest holding her firm. They then left her there.

It was getting black and to the highest degree of the multitude had disappeared too. One woman 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 outcome on her, and her anxiousness seemed to slip away.

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

She was undo and led back into the chief's hut and taken to two latitude stakes that she also didn't see before. The cleaning lady stood either side of her and started to undress her. Their agile fingerbreadth quickly understanding how button worked. Dee didn't aim, she was still a little woozy from the, what would later grow out to be, aphrodisiac.

They had soon removed every trace of her clothing and Dee stood there naked, her nipples erect from the shudder in the air. bucket 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 Saami time as the charwoman 's deal and fingers lingered on her white meat and nipples. In truth the womanhood were fascinated by this white woman, the offset they had ever seen. They soon moved their attention to between her legs. Dee gasped as they parted her bitch, spreading her rim extensive apart and they dropped to their knees to search inside her now sopping hole.

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

A penetrative pull forwards and she was doubled over with her palms flat on the ground and her ass mellow in the air, she knew what was coming and the womanhood didn't disappoint. One by one they took turns fingering her ass sliding their fingerbreadth in her bastard deeper and deeper. Dee was moaning loudly as they delighted in making her tremor with pleasure, she could experience an climax building. Then just as she was about to go past the tip of no comeback the finger were removed.

Dee felt cheated but relieved in equalise measuring rod, she didn't want to chip in them the expiation of making her cum. If she thought they had finished she was soon show wrongly as she saw two of the women dragging a turgid wooden statue, roughly carved into the shape of a man with a huge phallus.

It has clearly seen pot of use as the phallus was worn smooth and the great bulbous head seemed to leer at Dee as it knew what was in storehouse for her.

The womanhood 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 inch it penetrated her until the tip was pushing against her cervix. She hated to admit it, but it felt secure, it was filling her bitch completely and slowly she started to ride it. Faster and faster she fucked herself on this wooden dildo as the women were whooping with pleasure. 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 phallus completely spent.

Dee wasn't allowed time to rest and the charwoman took her from the satisfying member and led her back to the stakes. This sentence they tied her ankle to the stakes which spread her legs wide and had the same issue on her cunt lips which spread open too. A diminished table was placed behind her and she was forced back to lie on the table with her legs and her puss receptive wide. The chief appeared and once again appraised the now defenseless Dee. He too was aroused by the plenty of this gabardine cleaning lady with her sex on show 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 cunt lips. Oh god he's going to fuck me, thought Dee, delight make it straightaway and then exit me alone.

The tribal chief had other ideas, he was going to defecate use of this fair sex for the rest of the dark and slowly he slid his hard dick inside her.

Dee gasped, not so much at the sizing of the cock, but how horny the unanimous scenario had made her. She should be repulsed and horrified by the site but strangely she was longing for him to roll in the hay her and this forced bondage had made her trickle with excitement.

The tribal chief started slowly at starting time, he was fascinated by seeing his hammer gripped by the peel of this white char's sex and how she was lubricating his cock so that it glistened in the half igniter of the hut's fervor. He then started to pump harder and was encouraged by Dee's moan of satisfaction as she felt his rock-hard cock 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 plosive consonant, prevent fucking me you brute, give me your sperm ..."

Dee continued with a stream of obscenities as her orgasm built to a shattering close and whether by portion or sound judgment on his part, a stream of sperm hit her neck with surprise force as the headman loudly proclaimed his orgasm too.

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

Almost immediately his digit were prising her cunt lip open to see his sperm seep from her sopping wet hole. Her cream mixed with his. A adult female was beckoned to take on the chief's place and she soon had her oral cavity latched onto Dee's dripping cunt and greedily lapped up this creamy miscellanea. The lapping of the natural language had the essence of bringing on another orgasm which felt as good if not as intense as the first.

This continued for the eternal rest of the night with the chieftain fucking her and shooting his cargo inside her and a unlike woman assigned to mouth duty. 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 spread out her legs for him and gasped as his cock slid deep inside her very wet cunt.

Contented she finally fell into a mysterious sleep.

Chapter 2 - Next day

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

She had no idea was she was eating or drinking 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 option too, her clothes having long gone and besides it seemed de rigeur for the aboriginal themselves. If she thought she was to be left alone after her night of travail then she was mistaken. The charwoman, who she realised must be the chief's wife, motioned for her to get up and to follow her. Dee complied and followed her pile to the river where it was clear she was expected to bath herself. The piss was frigidity 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 terrace that was outside the hut where she had been fucked solidly.

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

Dee has always kept her pussycat trimmed but it seemed these women, who were devoid of any consistence hairsbreadth, felt that she should be too. With some liquid, akin to a liquid ecstasy, she was lathered between her legs and with what she assumed to be some variety of flint stone they started to shave her.

It wasn't unpleasant and the stone was surprisingly sharp as her short pubic haircloth came away easily, her mound bald in no prison term. The woman then deftly took one of Dee's pussy lips and extended it so that she could take any hair from there too. This was repeated until the cleaning lady was satisfied there was no shadow of hairsbreadth left. Dee felt really naked now, especially when the woman parted her back talk blanket to audit her handcraft, feeling the need to slue a couple of finger into Dee's pussy for a farsighted inspection. Dee moaned as the old woman, tentative at first, soon increased her speed and was soon feel fucking her, clearly determined to bring 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 other woman who were watching.

They ushered Dee from the Bench and motioned her to follow them back into the hut. The headman was waiting for them and beckoned Dee towards him. He made a spreading motion with his hands which made his purpose clear and Dee complied and spread her peg. He was clearly horny for her and his fingers parted her now smooth-shaven cunt sass and slid a finger inside her. Dee moaned and prepared to resign herself to an exploration of her body.

She reached down and took his rooster in her helping hand, I ‘ m going to savor 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 peter and excite the head of his dick with her ovolo and index. He clearly hadn't had this done to him before and he was enjoying the whiz of this white adult female paying this amount of sexual attending to him. As she fondled him his hands went to her breasts and tweaked her mammilla, pulling and rolling them between his fingers.

Dee was caught up in the present moment and didn't objective when he pushed her onto the trading floor and on her back. Instinctively she opened her legs exposing her wet slit to him, her lips were open with excitement and expectation. Unlike his previous gumptious and rushed fucking before, this sentence he was going to take his time.

As her legs were open and up, he positioned himself on his stifle between her his cock ramrod hard and pushing at her open lips. Dee surprised herself by reaching around, clasping his bum and pulling him into her. She sighed deeply as he entered her and slowly they started to move in time with each former, each drive causing her to moan with pleasure.

Chapter 3 - The surprisal

Dee's life had changed immeasurably in such a short space of fourth dimension. It wasn't that her high-tech life story in the city was forgotten, but rather through requisite she had adapted to this simple pace of life story. Her nudity was ‘ just how it is'the simple-minded pleasance of daily existence was the challenge now. Surprisingly the biggest change was feeling constantly horny. Whatever it was she was eating and crapulence had fired her previously sleepyheaded libido into a call down torrent. Often her first daily thoughts would be when she was going to get fucked and how she had embraced a hungriness 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 chief himself had acquired a liking for a skilful long blowjob and now often finished himself down Dee 's throat with his fingerbreadth 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 dream up new melodic theme for satiating this telling White River woman.

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

It had started like nigh sidereal day, a casual bathe with the settlement fair sex in the river. Many had grown used to the sight of the nude white woman, but the elder woman still enjoyed some close link with Dee though a little more surreptitious of late. Her fingers would poke into between Dees legs under water and usually ended with her fingers knuckle deep in her slit. Dee enjoyed this too so did nothing to discourage her, besides it was a lovely affectionate up to the master 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 happen. They beckoned Dee to survey 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 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 make me learn them massacre it. Dee couldn't abide carnal harshness of any sort and the sentiment of what was going to hap filled her with disgust.

Two of the adult female 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 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 schnoz 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 hooter pushing and probing her sassing 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 care her cunt was enjoying, when some men arrived with a small board on legs and they put it in the center 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 fair sex insisted that Dee get under the table on all Little Joe - it did take one of the womanhood to demonstrate before Dee understood. She complied and then the men let the pig go. It made a bee contrast for Dee or more importantly the place where this delicious sex musk was coming from and briefly continued nuzzling her wet cunt sass again.

One of the cleaning lady then picked up the pigs'breast legs and put them on the table, so it supported its weight. The Dee felt a spurring at her backside and realised it was the pig cock looking for an opening. The cleaning lady felt under the pig and took its cock in her hand and guided it into Dee's by now sopping wet snatch. Then she felt it….it wasn't a battering ram but rather a bottle screw effect. The cock screwing around and back as it delved further into her pussy. 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 like oink of pleasure and satisfaction.

The surprisal didn't occlusive there though. As she felt the pig pump copious amounts of cum inside her, she could experience her cervix uteri being probed energetically and then its peter pushed inside it and gushed what seemed the likes of pints of cum in her womb.

She let out a screeching of pain sensation and pleasure, pain at the hooking effect of the pig cock opening her cervix, but joy 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 cervix and Dee could feel it slue out of her little by picayune. She was sorry to think it was over it had been an experience she didn't think she would enjoy but oh was she amiss. She had the most intense sexual experience of her life to date and that was saying something considering these last few weeks.

After the pig withdrew from her hole, she realised she was incredibly full of pig cum and she could experience it erupt from her cunt with some force. The onlooker had been whooping with joy as they had watched her, and the gaffer had been proud of his Andrew D. White 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 fours, he knelt behind her and force his stone hard tool into her. Dee moaned as she was being used again but she had grown to love being his ass slave and his cock worked its thaumaturgy on her again as she started to orgasm all over again.

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

This ends the story to date…shall it continue ? Let me know what you thought with any feedback you may have .