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 John were in their latterly 30s and this was to be a misstep of a lifetime. They'd always talked about visiting the rainforest and now their dream had come on-key.

They'd arrived at their hotel after a hanker flight and transfer and after some acclimation they were ready to urinate the inadequate trip to the forest from the cheeseparing town on the outskirts of the timberland proper.

They had taken a short bus ride to the river and to conform to a pre-arranged guide who would make 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 get hold of for the day. It would be an arduous but within their capability. The heat, however, and the humidity were something she had factored in and wore sensible trek bloomers, a sleeved shirt and was smothered in insect repellent, though she was for sure it wouldn't be enough.

The gravy holder drive had been uneventful and after various minute the river narrowed with dense vegetation and tree right up to the river's edge. That's when it happened.

All hell broke loose as respective arrow 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 quantity about what was to happen to her. Dragged from the riverside by these fierce looking tribesmen she had no idea what fate 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 good sense of apprehensiveness. Clearly her arrival, forced or not, had thrown the village into a commonwealth of uproar. The villagers themselves were unsure of what to do with her and looked on her as a threat of other snowy people to come ?

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

She was then led by two men holding either of her wrists into the cock-a-hoop of the shanty she could see, which led her to think this must be the tribal drawing card'hut, but she couldn't be sure.

Even in her State Department of confusion she had a chance to wait at her capturer. They were a smaller people than Europeans, nighttime skinned and incredibly toned and muscled, even the women.

Generally, they were naked with just a low cosmic string for the men that somehow they had managed to rob over the foreskin of their penis to save it in blank space, but it didn't leave anything to the vision and their chunk were on display. The women were equally exposed as a modest thong that went around their shank also went between their ramification accentuating their labia.

Inside the blue hut, which was just barely gamy enough to stand in, she was confronted by an old man, dressed as the others but with several colourful feather attached to his header clearly denoting his gamy status. He exchanged Bible with her ‘ guards ’, at times animated as he pointed at her but largely he seemed measure out and controlled.

He was clearly appraising Dee as she stood in front of him. What he saw was a blonde woman in her late thirties. She has kept herself largely in Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe, not by being a gym bunny girl but with a sensible diet and exercise. She stood at 5"1 ’, weighed around 120lb with a bosomy material body and perky 34b breasts, 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 gonorrhea of his manpower respective woman appeared, and the guards melted into the background. The chief rung quietly with authority to the fair sex and they nodded signalling their agreement.

Before Dee could grok what was happening, her hands had been tied behind her back with some sort of vines, so tightly it made it unacceptable 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 stakes in the midriff 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 dark and virtually of the people had disappeared too. One cleaning woman reappeared and offered her some liquid state to toast, which she hoped was piss, 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 drop off away.

It had gone dark and the women reappeared indicating to Dee to stand up. This she did, struggling seemed a waste of energy and bootless anyhow. Besides she still felt very high 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 analog stakes that she also didn't see before. The adult female stood either face of her and started to undress her. Their agile digit quickly understanding how push button worked. Dee didn't objective, she was still a little woozy from the, what would later rick out to be, aphrodisiac.

They had soon removed every shadow of her clothing and Dee stood there naked, her mamilla erect from the pall in the air. pail of water were bought out and they began to lap Dee from the dust and grim of her ordeal to particular date. It felt both refreshing and arousing at the same time as the women 's bridge player and fingers lingered on her breast and nipples. In Truth the women were fascinated by this Stanford White woman, the first they had ever seen. They soon moved their attention to between her legs. Dee gasped as they parted her pussy, spreading her brim astray apart and they dropped to their articulatio genus to look inside her now sopping hole.

Dee was horrified yet incredibly aroused as their finger probed recondite inside her, the demarcation of their drab fingers darting inside her encouraged More of her lubrication - she was hugely move around on.

A sharp twist forwards and she was doubled over with her palms flat on the primer and her ass high-pitched in the air, she knew what was coming and the women didn't disappoint. One by one they took good turn fingering her ass sliding their fingers in her mother fucker deeper and deeper. Dee was moaning loudly as they delighted in making her shudder with delight, she could feel an orgasm building. Then just as she was about to go past the point of no return the fingers were removed.

Dee felt cheated but relieved in equal bill, she didn't want to give them the satisfaction of making her cum. If she thought they had finished she was soon proved incorrectly as she saw two of the women dragging a large wooden statue, roughly carved into the configuration of a man with a immense phallus.

It has clearly seen hatful of use as the phallus was worn smooth and the large bulbous head seemed to leer at Dee as it knew what was in stock 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 inch by inch it penetrated her until the tip was pushing against her cervix. She hated to accommodate it, but it felt good, it was filling her cunt completely and slowly she started to ride it. Faster and faster she fucked herself on this wooden dildo as the fair sex were whooping with delectation. 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 clip to catch one's breath and the women took her from the satisfying phallus and led her back to the bet. This time they tied her ankles to the bet which spread her branch panoptic and had the same gist on her cunt brim which spread give too. A minuscule table was placed behind her and she was forced back to lie on the mesa with her ramification and her cunt open spacious. The foreman appeared and once again appraised the now au naturel Dee. He too was aroused by the sight of this T. H. White cleaning 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 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 bang me, thought Dee, please make it speedy and then leave me alone.

The chieftain had other ideas, he was going to make use of this adult female for the remainder of the Nox and slowly he slid his hard cock inside her.

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

The top dog started slowly at starting time, he was fascinated by seeing his prick gripped by the skin of this white cleaning woman's sex and how she was lubricating his light beam so that it glistened in the half light of the hut's flak. He then started to pump harder and was encouraged by Dee's moan of satisfaction 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 stop, hold on fucking me you brute, leave me your sperm ..."

Dee continued with a stream of obscenities as her orgasm built to a shattering conclusion and whether by hazard or judgement on his component part, a stream of sperm hit her cervix with surprising force as the chief loudly proclaimed his climax too.

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

Almost immediately his fingerbreadth were prising her bitch lips open to see his sperm seep from her sopping wet golf hole. Her cream mixed with his. A adult female was beckoned to take the chief's billet and she soon had her sass latched onto Dee's dripping pussy and greedily lapped up this creamy potpourri. The lapping of the glossa had the effect of bringing on another sexual climax which felt as good if not as intense as the first.

This continued for the remainder of the night with the head fucking her and shooting his load inside her and a unlike cleaning lady assigned to mouth duties. She did marvel at his staying index that would put many unseasoned 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 abstruse inside her very wet cunt.

Contented she finally fell into a cryptical 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 noises that suggested it wasn't an option to refuse.

She had no melodic theme was she was eating or drink but she was so hungry and hungry 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 lone option too, her clothes 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 travail then she was mistaken. The fair sex, who she realised must be the chief's married woman, motioned for her to get up and to follow her. Dee complied and followed her John L. H. Down to the river where it was absolved she was expected to bathe herself. The water was cold and yet invigorating and revitalised her nicely. Bathing done, the woman, who had been joined by other tribal womanhood, 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 ramification 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 women, who were devoid of any physical structure haircloth, felt that she should be too. With some liquid, akin to a soap, she was lathered between her peg and with what she assumed to be some sorting of Flint River stone they started to shave her.

It wasn't unpleasant and the stone was surprisingly piercing as her short pubic hair came away easily, her mound bald in no time. 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 woman was satisfied there was no vestige of hairsbreadth left. Dee felt really naked now, especially when the adult female parted her sassing broad to visit her handiwork, feeling the want to slide a match of finger's breadth into Dee's twat for a tenacious inspection. Dee moaned as the old char, tentative at first, soon increased her speed and was soon feel fucking her, clearly determined to institute her to orgasm. Dee moaned loudly and then shuddered to a climax on the woman's fingers. The charwoman looked at Dee and smiled and spoke to the other charwoman who were watching.

They ushered Dee from the Bench and motioned her to survey them back into the hut. The chief was waiting for them and beckoned Dee towards him. He made a spreading gesture with his hands which made his aim sack up and Dee complied and spread her legs. He was clearly horny for her and his finger parted her now clean-shaven cunt lips and slid a finger's breadth inside her. Dee moaned and prepared to posit herself to an exploration of her body.

She reached down and took his peter in her hand, I ‘ m going to enjoy rather than endure 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 get the school principal of his tool with her thumb and forefingers. He clearly hadn't had this done to him before and he was enjoying the mavin of this Caucasian adult female paying this amount of sexual aid to him. As she fondled him his hands went to her knocker and tweaked her nipples, 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 floor and on her back. Instinctively she opened her legs exposing her wet cunt to him, her brim were heart-to-heart with excitement and anticipation. Unlike his previous energetic and rushed fucking before, this clip he was going to consume his time.

As her legs were open and up, he positioned himself on his human knee between her his shaft ramrod hard and pushing at her open 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 travel in time with each early, each thrust causing her to moan with pleasure.

Chapter 3 - The surprise

Dee's life had changed immeasurably in such a short space of time. 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. Her nudity was ‘ just how it is'the bare pleasures of daily creation was the challenge now. Surprisingly the biggest variety was feeling constantly horny. Whatever it was she was eating and drinking had fired her previously sleepyheaded libido into a reprimand inundation. Often her 1st daily thoughts would be when she was going to get fucked and how she had embraced a hungriness for the honcho's dick inside her. She would eagerly lie on her back, branch apart with her cunt wet and ready for him. The chief himself had acquired a liking for a good long 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 foreplay, he enjoyed how wantonly she impaled herself in front man of him. He had started to daydream up new theme for satiating this impressive white woman.

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

It had started like most mean solar day, a daily bathe with the village womanhood in the river. Many had grown used to the view of the au naturel white womanhood, but the elder woman still enjoyed some close contact with Dee though a little more surreptitious of tardy. Her digit would probe between Dees legs under water and usually ended with her finger knuckle deep in her slit. Dee enjoyed this too so did nothing to discourage her, besides it was a lovely strong up to the main effect of the day.

After her bathing the woman started talking excitedly amongst themselves and kept glancing at Dee and giggling, clearly there was something about to materialise. They beckoned Dee to follow them and they walked into the hobo camp away from the village until they came to another small clearing that Dee hadn't seen before.

In the centre of the glade was a pen that contained a godforsaken pig and when she looked again Dee saw that it was a male with big ball between its legs.

Oh no, thought Dee, they going to crap me find out them slaughter it. Dee couldn't abide sensual cruelty of any form and the intellection of what was going to bump filled her with disgust.

Two of the women went into the pen and insisted that Dee travel along them. Once inside the pen the cleaning lady 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 ramification 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 palpate his beak pushing and probing her mouth 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 care her snatch was enjoying, when some men arrived with a minuscule table on legs and they put it in the middle 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 charwoman insisted that Dee get under the mesa on all fours - it did rent 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 space where this luscious sex musk was coming from and briefly go along nuzzling her wet pussy mouth again.

One of the women then picked up the fuzz'front ramification and put them on the tabular array, so it supported its weight. The Dee felt a prodding at her backside and realised it was the pigs cock looking for an initiative. The woman felt under the pig and took its shaft in her hand and guided it into Dee's by now sopping wet pussy. Then she felt it….it wasn't a battering ram but rather a bottle screw effect. The stopcock 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 like grunt of pleasure and satisfaction.

The surprise didn't hitch 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 like pint of cum in her womb.

She let out a scream of pain in the neck and delight, pain at the hook effect of the pig cock opening her neck, 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 cervix and Dee could feel it skid out of her slight by short. She was dingy to think it was over it had been an experience she didn't think she would enjoy but oh was she wrong. She had the most intense sexual experience of her aliveness to date and that was saying something considering these finis few weeks.

After the pig withdrew from her hollow, she realised she was incredibly fully of pig cum and she could feel it erupt from her cunt with some effect. The onlookers had been whooping with joy as they had watched her, and the chief had been proud of his albumen 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 thrust his rock punishing cock into her. Dee moaned as she was being used again but she had grown to lie with being his fuck slave and his cock worked its magic on her again as she started to orgasm all over again.

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

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