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TWO
I hung there all day while the natives went about their business, ignoring me completely. A dozen or so of the men began building a small scaffold near the center of the clearing, covering it with palm leaves and flower decorations. It appeared that some sort of celebration was going to take place and I wondered if I was going to be the feature attraction.
Toward dusk, six of the women came to me with small jars of oil and began to rub it all over my body. The oil smelled like orchids and felt warm against my flesh. Their hands covered me completely from neck to toe and the longer they worked, the warmer my skin got. It also had the effect of making me extremely horny and I squirmed uneasily under the touch of these women. One of the women held a stone flask to my lips and I drank deeply of a bitter potion, seeking only to satisfy my thirst. I grew a little dizzy at first and then felt a warmth surge through my body that was almost overwhelming. My animalistic inner being took over and I yearned for sexual release.
Finally, they were satisfied with their efforts and left me alone once again. It was growing dark now and the men started a huge fire in the center of the clearing. Drums started to beat and a chant rose from the natives as they gathered about the fire. All of them were bouncing up and down to the rhythm of the drums and chanting some words that I couldn’t understand. The rhythm flooded my brain and hypnotized me until I was almost in a trance.
This went of for at least an hour until everyone was in a frenzy as they circled the fire pit. With a shout, they broke the circle and started toward where I hung suspended between the two posts. My wrists and ankles were freed and I was lifted high into the air, supported by dozens of hands that held me horizontally. Still chanting loudly, they carried me aloft as they trotted in huge circles around the fire. By now, the oil on my flesh was beginning to get really warm and I was in a high state of lust.
Around and around the fire we circled, chanting and dancing while I was bounced up and down in sync with the movements of the hands holding me aloft. My tits were all over the place and I wanted desperately to hold them but my hands were not free. The world was whirling about me and I felt as if I was going to explode.
The dancing suddenly stopped but the drums continued their beat as I was lowered toward the ground. But it was not the earth that I lay upon but the scaffold that I had watched them construct that afternoon. My arms were raised over my head and I felt ropes tie my wrists to the two upper corners. My legs were spread wide apart and tied to the other corners. My butt was barely on the edge of the scaffold and I realized that my pussy was wide open and easily accessible. It was then that I understood the purpose of this ritual.
It was obviously the chief that appeared between my thighs; his headdress his only article of clothing. I raised my head and stared at the biggest, thickest cock I’d ever seen in my life; throbbing with a life of its own and poised to enter me. Two women came and stood at my side, massaging my breasts and rubbing my nipples. At that point I was so overcome, I could only swallow hard as the chief moved forward. When he entered me, I cried out in delight. My pussy contracted and pulled him into me with a force that surprised me. The muscles in my stomach began to clinch and relax as he moved in and out, sending wave after wave of desire to my brain.
The drum beat and the chanting brought me to the edge of delirium and my body was rising to meet the forward thrust of the native’s cock. As his seed spilled inside me, I screamed to announce my orgasm. Everything became blurred and my only sensation was of overwhelming lust. Strange sounds were coming from my throat while my body continued to bounce up and down. I whimpered as he withdrew, longing for more.
I was not to be disappointed. Another took his place and another after him. I could hear myself shrieking but I was consumed with pleasure. Sweating heavily, I fought for my breath as orgasm after orgasm exploded inside me. It seemed as if every man in the tribe was fucking me. Someone grabbed my head and I saw a cock hovering above my face. Instinctively I opened my mouth and received it between my lips. I was now impaled upon two cocks, enmeshed in the most erotic experience of my life. Two cocks were placed in my imprisoned hands and I began to milk them. I had become an animal, seeking release in any way possible.
I felt the cock in my mouth begin to throb and quickly my mouth was filled with cum. I swallowed as fast as I could but felt some dribble from the corners of my mouth. With a loud grunt, the man between my legs shot his sperm deep inside me while my pussy gripped his shaft tightly. Warm strings of cum shot over my stomach from the two men I was milking. The women at my side bent down and began to suck at my nipples, sending me into a paroxysm of desire. I couldn’t get enough. Another man entered my pussy and still another entered my mouth. I was experiencing one continuous orgasm that threatened to render me unconscious.
My ravishment seemed to last forever. Just as I was on the verge of hysteria, my arms and legs were freed and I was once again lifted into the air and carried horizontally. Bouncing up and down to the beat of the drums, I was transported around and around the clearing to the unearthly chant of the natives. Cum flowed from my sopping pussy and covered my face and belly. My cunt burned with the flame of a thousand fires and I grew weak from exhaustion. After several minutes, I was carried back to the two posts and my arms raised to be tied once again above my head. Unable to resist, I allowed my body to once again be spread between the two uprights. Totally exhausted, my chin fell to my chest and I passed out.
LATER
I awakened sometime later to find that the sun had come up and two of the women were washing my body with a cloth and water. One of them held a jar to my lips and I once again drank the bitter liquid that they had fed me the previous night. Instantly a warmth surged through my body and the sensuous feelings that overcame me last evening started again. Dazed and confused, I felt one of the women grasp my left tit. Expecting her to massage it, I screamed as she thrust a long needle through the meat of my breast. Wide awake now, I stared down at my injured breast and found a needle that appeared to be made of bone protruding several inches on either side of my tit, just behind my nipple. Before I could protest, she had grasped my other tit and speared it with a similar needle.
“Aaarrggghhhhhh!!!” I screamed, my body shaking within the tight restraints. In complete shock I stared down at two pieces of bone piercing my breasts.
Calmly and unperturbed, the two women took crudely fashioned rings, also made of a material that appeared to be bone and that had been bisected at one point, and bent them just slightly so that one edge was offset from the other. Working the bone needles that pierced my flesh, they replaced them with the rings, carefully burying the broken edges deep inside my bosom. I was breathing so hard, they had to hold my breasts firmly until they had finished their work. Finally they stepped back and I stared down at two large rings, hanging from my tits.
When they grabbed my chin, I screamed once more as one of the women approached one more time with one of the bone needles. Incredulously, they held me tight in a vise-like grip while the one with the needle pierced my septum. The pain was so bad I blacked out.
I couldn’t have been out long before I regained consciousness to feel something being affixed to the lower part of my nose. With my tongue, I explored the upper part of my lip, to find the shape of a ring hanging there.
“Ohhhhhhh, God! NOOOOOOOO!!!!” I screamed. Permanently marred, I sobbed in desperation. The native women paid me little notice as tears flowed down my cheeks.
For the next hour, I experienced the ultimate degradation as the two women proceeded to pluck all of my pubic hairs from my body. With each tug, I cried out and shook but it did not deter the work of the natives. Finally, they finished and I could stare down at my denuded pussy. Strangely, I felt a wave of wantonness sweep over me while I viewed the two rings hanging from my nipples and my naked sex.
The women released me from the two poles and I rubbed my wrists to restore some circulation. Having been restrained for so long, I found it difficult at first to stand but soon gathered my strength and took a couple of steps. To my consternation, one of the women took a long strip of leather and tied it to the ring in my nose. Grasping the other end like a leash, I was led around the clearing like an animal, on display for the rest of the tribe. The men laughed as they watched me paraded about, and I suffered the worst humiliation of my life. When everyone had seen the work of the native women, they took me to one of the grass huts and tied one of my ankles to a rope attached to the main support post of the shack. I was left alone for the rest of the day, except for an occasional visit by one of the women who would bring me some cooked meat and more of that vile liquid they kept offering me to drink.
That night was a repeat of the first night. The drums started to beat about sundown and several of the women came in the hut and began to anoint me with oil. My body began to throb with passion as the oil warmed my flesh. Then several of the men came to the shack, untied me, and hoisted me in the air as they had done before. Again I was carried out into the clearing and marched around in a circle for several minutes before being carried to the small stage where my arms and legs were securely anchored. For the second night in a row, I was plundered by every man in the tribe until I lay exhausted with cum covering my body and dripping from my newly bared pussy. Again, after I was paraded around the clearing they hung me up between the posts where I spent another exhaustive night.
Days passed and the routine never varied. I spent my day inside one of the huts, tied to a post and at night I was fucked until I collapsed. My pussy was so sore I couldn’t bear to think about another bout with the tribesmen but invariably the drums started their imposing message each evening at sundown.
Time became meaningless in my life since each day was no different from the last. When I noticed that my stomach was beginning to swell and I experienced nausea daily, I began to wonder if I were pregnant. Eventually, I had no doubt: I was going to have a baby!
My delicate condition was no determent to the nightly ceremony. Only until I was near delivery did they spare me the evening ravishment. When the labor pains began, I cried out and two of the native women came to the shack to minister to me. While I lay on a crude cloth blanket with my legs spread and raised in the air, a little black boy popped out of my uterus. The native women laughed and caressed my cheek as they placed him on my stomach. I felt the strangest sensation as I gathered my newly born son to my breast and allowed him to suckle.
The days following the birth of my son were spent happily holding him and allowing him to feed at my breast. The native women were very attentive and even allowed me some freedom to move about the camp grounds. I was never out of eyesight, however, and the thought of escape really never occurred to me. You may think it odd that I was comfortable in my surroundings but I had not been harmed in any way since my capture. To the contrary, I had experienced a sexual satisfaction that, before I was captured, would have never been achievable. Yes, I enjoyed Jim’s company (I wonder what happened to him) but the gratification was fleeting, unlike my experience with the natives. In short, I was at peace with myself and my environment. Motherhood had brought out a side of me that I was never aware of.
Months went by without incident and soon we were back to the nightly rituals. I wondered why none of the other young native girls were used as I and with the smattering of words that I had learned from one of the women, I found that they considered me to be a white goddess. Intercourse with me was to guarantee immortality. Of course, they could fuck me to death but they would live forever! Nevertheless, I accepted my role and even became to look forward to it. It was as if my prior life had never existed.
My contentment was shattered one day when I awoke to the sound of gunfire. I rushed from my hut to find a dozen white men with rifles leveled at the tribe. Zooma, the tribal chief, was arguing strongly in his native language and gesturing fiercely toward the whites. Suddenly, one of the white men raised his rifle and shot Zooma. I screamed and ran to him, cradling his head in my arms. His eyes were dazed and blood poured form a wound in his chest. I moaned as I rocked his body back and forth, holding him as he drew his last breath.
“Well, look what we have here!”
The voice behind me brought me back to reality and I suddenly recognized that I was naked in front of a group of white men. I screamed as my arms were grasped and I was lifted from the ground.
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