Chapter 1 - arriver

Dee had been with her husband on this trip and they'd taken the prospicient misstep to brazil to do a piffling 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 rain forest and now their dream had come true.

They'd arrived at their hotel after a farseeing flight and transfer and after some acclimation they were ready to defecate the little trip to the timber from the near town on the fringe of the woods proper.

They had taken a shortsighted bus ride to the river and to see a pre-arranged guide who would film 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 hard but within their capacity. The heat, however, and the humidity were something she had factored in and wore sensible trek drawers, a sleeved shirt and was smothered in insect repellent, though she was sure it wouldn't be enough.

The boat drive had been uneventful and after respective hours the river narrowed with dense vegetation and Tree right up to the river's bound. 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 measuring stick about what was to happen to her. Dragged from the riverbank by these fierce 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 language she didn't understand only compounded her common sense of dread. Clearly her arrival, forced or not, had thrown the village into a United States Department of State of uproar. The villagers themselves were timid of what to do with her and looked on her as a threat of other White person people to come ?

That was what was going through her head as she stood blinking in the vivid heat energy and sun in the eye of what looked similar very archaic hutch in a clearing in the jungle.

She was then led by two men holding either of her wrists into the biggest of the hutch 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 mental confusion she had a probability to look at her captor. They were a little people than Europeans, dark skinned and incredibly toned and muscled, even the women.

Generally, they were naked with just a minuscule train for the men that somehow they had managed to cabbage over the foreskin of their penis to keep it in place, but it didn't leave anything to the imagination and their balls were on show. The fair sex were equally exposed as a small flip-flop that went around their waist also went between their pegleg accentuating their labia.

Inside the blue hut, which was just barely high enough to fend in, she was confronted by an old man, dressed as the others but with various colorful feathers attached to his top dog clearly denoting his high status. He exchanged word with her ‘ guards ’, at prison term animated as he pointed at her but largely he seemed assess and controlled.

He was clearly appraising Dee as she stood in front of him. What he saw was a blond woman in her late thirties. She has kept herself largely in shape, not by being a gym bunny but with a sensible diet and exercise. She stood at 5"1 ’, weighed around 120lb with a curvy material body 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 hush.

With a gonorrhoea of his hands several women appeared, and the guard melted into the background signal. The chief rung quietly with dominance to the women and they nodded signalling their agreement.

Before Dee could perceive what was happening, her workforce had been tied behind her back with some form 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 protestation 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 hands behind her back and the stake holding her house. They then left her there.

It was getting dark and most of the people had disappeared too. One woman reappeared and offered her some liquid to drink, which she hoped was urine, and being parched she eagerly gulped down. Whilst it did slake her thirst it also had a hypnogogic effect on her, and her anxieties seemed to slip away.

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

She was untied and led back into the chief's hut and taken to two parallel stakes that she also didn't see before. The fair sex stood either side of her and started to strip her. Their quick fingers quickly understanding how release worked. Dee didn't target, she was still a piffling woozy from the, what would later turn out to be, aphrodisiac.

They had soon removed every tincture of her clothing and Dee stood there bare, her nipples erect from the shudder in the air. Buckets of weewee were bought out and they began to moisten Dee from the dust and grim of her ordeal to date. It felt both refreshing and arousing at the same time as the women 's men and fingers lingered on her breasts and nipples. In Truth the adult female were fascinated by this Edward Douglas White Jr. woman, the number 1 they had ever seen. They soon moved their attending to between her legs. Dee gasped as they parted her pussy, spreading her backtalk wide apart and they dropped to their human knee to look inside her now sopping hole.

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

A sharp pull forwards and she was doubled over with her thenar flat on the ground and her ass eminent in the air, she knew what was coming and the women didn't disappoint. One by one they took crook fingering her ass sliding their finger's breadth in her cocksucker deeper and deeper. Dee was moaning loudly as they delighted in making her tremor with delectation, she could feel an orgasm edifice. Then just as she was about to go past the breaker point of no tax return the fingers were removed.

Dee felt cheated but relieved in equal measures, she didn't want to devote them the satisfaction of making her cum. If she thought they had finished she was soon show wrong as she saw two of the women dragging a prominent wooden statue, roughly carved into the bod of a man with a huge phallus.

It has clearly seen band of use as the phallus was worn smooth and the large bulbous head seemed to leer at Dee as it knew what was in store 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 member and pushed her down as inch by inch it penetrated her until the tip was pushing against her neck. She hated to accept it, but it felt ripe, it was filling her slit completely and slowly she started to ride it. Faster and faster she fucked herself on this wooden dildo as the cleaning woman were whooping with delight. Dee wasn't going to be denied this metre and she pushed on as her orgasm grew and she gave a cry and shuddered down on the phallus completely spent.

Dee wasn't allowed metre to repose and the cleaning lady took her from the satisfying genus Phallus and led her back to the wager. This sentence they tied her ankles to the stakes which spread her wooden leg panoptic and had the same effect on her pussy lips which spread unfold too. A small table was placed behind her and she was forced back to lie on the board with her wooden leg and her puss open wide. The honcho appeared and once again appraised the now naked Dee. He too was aroused by the great deal of this Patrick White char with her sex on presentation 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 mendicancy you ..."

The chief clearly didn't understand what she was saying and approached Dee until he was between her legs, his erection touching her cunt lips. Oh god he's going to fuck me, thought Dee, please construct it quick and then forget me alone.

The chief had other thought, he was going to make use of this woman for the residue of the night and slowly he slid his hard turncock 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 berth but strangely she was longing for him to roll in the hay her and this strained bondage had made her drip mold with excitement.

The chief started slowly at 1st, he was fascinated by seeing his dick gripped by the skin of this white woman's sex and how she was lubricating his barb so that it glistened in the half light of the hut's ardour. He then started to pump harder and was encouraged by Dee's moan of atonement as she felt his rock-hard rooster 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 occlusive, prevent fucking me you brute, throw me your sperm ..."

Dee continued with a stream of obscenities as her coming built to a shattering finish and whether by luck or judgement on his parting, a stream of sperm cell hit her uterine cervix with surprising force-out as the boss loudly proclaimed his sexual climax too.

"Oooh fuck oh fuck"moaned Dee as the head withdrew his pecker from her.

Almost immediately his fingers were prising her cunt lip open to see his sperm seep from her sopping wet mess. Her cream mixed with his. A woman was beckoned to take the headman's place and she soon had her mouthpiece latched onto Dee's dripping bitch and greedily lapped up this creamy mixture. The overlapping of the tongue had the effect of bringing on another orgasm which felt as good if not as intense as the first.

This continued for the relief of the night with the tribal chief screw 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 clock time that he had her, she enjoyed it more. She would lie on her back on a husk mat and open her legs for him and gasped as his prick slid rich inside her very wet cunt.

Contented she finally fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter 2 - Next day

She was awoken by one of the woman who was thrusting some drink and nutrient 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 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 pick 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 exertion then she was mistaken. The char, who she realised must be the foreman's wife, motioned for her to get up and to survey her. Dee complied and followed her John L. H. Down to the river where it was clear she was expected to bathe herself. The water supply 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 tenacious bench that was outside the hut where she had been fucked solidly.

She was motioned to lie on the bench on her binding and no sooner had she done so than her arms and wooden leg were pulled out and to the face 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 charwoman, who were devoid of any soundbox hair, felt that she should be too. With some liquidness, akin to a easy lay, 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 Oliver Stone was surprisingly sharp as her inadequate pubic fuzz came away easily, her mound bald in no clock time. The woman then deftly took one of Dee's pussycat lips and extended it so that she could withdraw any hair from there too. This was repeated until the womanhood was satisfied there was no vestige of hairsbreadth left. Dee felt really naked now, especially when the fair sex parted her sassing wide to inspect her handicraft, feeling the need to slide a couple of fingers into Dee's cunt for a long inspection. Dee moaned as the old woman, tentative at number one, soon increased her speed and was soon feel fucking her, clearly determined to get her to orgasm. Dee moaned loudly and then shuddered to a sexual climax on the fair sex's fingers. 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 headman was waiting for them and beckoned Dee towards him. He made a distribute motion with his hands which made his purpose gain and Dee complied and spread her ramification. He was clearly horny for her and his fingers parted her now clean-shaven slit back talk 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 cock in her hired man, I ‘ m going to enjoy rather than prevail this she thought. He looked strangely at her then let her fondle his stiff humanity which was now leaking pre-cum profusely. This allowed her to oil his hammer and stimulate the chief of his shaft with her thumb and forefingers. He clearly hadn't had this done to him before and he was enjoying the sentience of this Stanford White woman paying this amount of sexual attention to him. As she fondled him his paw went to her titty 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 backbone. Instinctively she opened her legs exposing her wet cunt to him, her backtalk were overt with excitement and prediction. Unlike his previous energetic and rushed fucking before, this time he was going to take his time.

As her pegleg were open and up, he positioned himself on his stifle between her his cock ramrod backbreaking and pushing at her receptive lips. 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 run in time with each other, each thrust causing her to moan with pleasure.

Chapter 3 - The surprise

Dee's life had changed immeasurably in such a unawares space of clock time. It wasn't that her hi-tech life in the city was forgotten, but rather through essential she had adapted to this childlike step of life. Her nudity was ‘ just how it is'the simple pleasure of day-after-day existence was the challenge now. Surprisingly the biggest change was feeling constantly horny. Whatever it was she was eating and drinking had fired her previously sleepyheaded libido into a nark flood. Often her first daily opinion would be when she was going to get fucked and how she had embraced a yearning for the primary's cock inside her. She would eagerly lie on her back, peg apart with her bitch wet and ready for him. The foreman himself had acquired a liking for a good long cock sucking 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 stimulation, he enjoyed how wantonly she impaled herself in front of him. He had started to dream up new theme for satiating this impressive White River woman.

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

It had started like virtually days, a daily bathe with the village womanhood in the river. Many had grown used to the great deal of the naked blank woman, but the elder cleaning lady still enjoyed some close impinging with Dee though a little more stealthy of of late. Her fingers would examine between Dees legs under water 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 warm up to the briny 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 accompany them and they walked into the jungle away from the village until they came to another pocket-sized clearing that Dee hadn't seen before.

In the centre of the clearing was a pen that contained a godforsaken 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 watch out them butcher it. Dee couldn't abide animal cruelness of any form and the thought of what was going to encounter filled her with disgust.

Two of the charwoman went into the pen and insisted that Dee follow them. Once inside the pen the adult female held an arm each and started tapping Dee's branch 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 peg 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 bitch was parting.

Oh god what is happening to me, she thought to herself. Not only have I been enjoying this first-rate intimate 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 diminished tabular array on ramification and they put it in the centre of the pen. She also noticed that the honcho 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 fours - it did consider one of the women to demonstrate before Dee understood. She complied and then the men let the pig go. It made a bee line for Dee or more importantly the post where this toothsome sex musk was coming from and briefly cover nuzzling her wet cunt lips again.

One of the cleaning woman then picked up the grunter'front end ramification and put them on the table, so it supported its weight. The Dee felt a prodding at her backside and realised it was the slob cock looking for an opening. The woman felt under the pig and took its shaft in her hand and guided it into Dee's by now sopping wet cunt. Then she felt it….it wasn't a banging ram but rather a corkscrew core. The prick 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 grunt of pleasure and satisfaction.

The surprisal didn't stop 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 care pint of cum in her womb.

She let out a screech of pain and pleasure, pain at the sweetener issue of the pig cock opening her uterine cervix, but pleasure at the feeling of this quick cum spurting bass 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 fiddling by little. She was sorry to recollect it was over it had been an experience she didn't think she would enjoy but oh was she wrongfulness. She had the most intense sexual experience of her lifespan to date and that was saying something considering these survive few weeks.

After the pig withdrew from her kettle of fish, she realised she was incredibly fully of pig cum and she could feel it erupt from her cunt with some force. The onlookers had been whooping with joy as they had watched her, and the chief had been proud of his white char 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 lunge his rock-and-roll hard cock into her. Dee moaned as she was being used again but she had grown to love being his shtup slave and his cock worked its magic trick on her again as she started to orgasm all over again.

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

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