GOING NATIVE

                             by 

                          Joe Doe


HEATHER'S SECRET FANTASY COMES TRUE WHEN HER PEACE CORPS ASSIGNMENT 
REQUIRES HER TO SHOWER AND SUBMIT TO A MEDICAL EXAM IN FRONT OF THE 
TRIBE AND HER CO-WORKERS.

 

A few years ago my wife and I enrolled in the Peace Corps.  Our 
first assignment was a small African village that was experiencing 
periodic cholera outbreaks because of poor sanitation.  As strange 
as it may seem, the solution was to run a sewer pipe along the 
river to prevent the tribe from using the river for dumping.  Our 
job was to build toilets and showers and to get the natives used 
to the idea of routine medical inspections and vaccinations. 
            
I was assigned to head the team because I spoke the native dialect. 
We had two other young men on the team: an M.D. named Dan and an 
engineer whom we jokingly referred to as "Builder Bob."  My wife, 
Heather, though a trained sociologist, didn't have much to offer, 
since the tribe had a very low view of women.  Heather was there 
largely because she was my wife, and she did try to help out 
occasionally.

All of the women in the tribe were kept totally naked except for 
a red bandana with feathers in it and some crude leather sandals.  
And, whenever one had reason to leave the village, she had her 
hands bound behind her back to prevent escape. 
 
Heather naturally protested this mistreatment of the native women, 
but I was under strict orders that we were there to solve the 
cholera problem and NOT to liberate the tribe’s women.  This 
naturally led to a number of arguments between Heather and me, 
which shocked the males of the tribe even more.

The work was very satisfying, although Heather was frustrated by 
her lowly status.  She did enjoy flirting with Bob and Dan, but, 
other than that, she didn’t have much to do, and the men in the 
tribe seemed puzzled that we allowed "our woman" to wear clothes 
and run around without a male escort.

It was easy to get the tribe to use the toilets we installed, but 
it was difficult to get them to use the shower or submit to the 
medical exams.  The chief insisted that we demonstrate on the lowly 
tribal women, to prove that the procedure was safe before the men 
participated.  He even jokingly suggested that Heather should join 
the women, since, if something went wrong, it wouldn't be much of 
a loss. 

He also suggested that I would have less trouble with my wife if I 
took away her clothing and treated her like one of the women in the 
tribe.

That night in our hut, I told Heather the story, and naturally she 
was furious.

But, when I told her that the chief thought she should join the 
women of the tribe, she admitted that she had fantasized about the 
same thing!  Heather and I had both noticed that the female nudity 
had left Dan and Bob with constant erections.  But both of them 
were too smart to get involved with any of the females in the 
tribe, and that in turn meant that they flirted with Heather.  
She enjoyed teasing them and had purposely started wearing 
progressively scantier clothing to torture them more.  She 
wondered if I might engineer a scenario in which she would be 
forced to strip as part of the demonstration of the shower and 
medical procedures.  She had fantasized about being examined by 
Dr. Dan, and he had been teasing her about how he really wanted 
to give her "a good going over" one day. 

Since I was the only one in our group who spoke the native 
language, it would be easy for me to arrange a situation in 
which Heather had to strip down to her underwear "for the sake 
of the mission."

The next day I told the chief that I agreed that Heather should be 
the first person to demonstrate the new facilities, and I told Dan 
and Bob that the chief had insisted that Heather demonstrate the 
shower and medical exam first.  I told everyone that she absolutely 
hated the idea.  The chief thought that she was being forced to do 
it by me, while Dan and Bob thought that it was the chief who was 
forcing the issue.

Dan and Bob were both clearly excited by the chance to get even 
with Heather, and I made it clear that, as far as I was concerned, 
she was a little tease who deserved whatever they decided to dish 
out.  They both promised to make her demonstration as memorable as 
possible.

The night before the demonstration, Heather and I made love three 
times, and my very excited wife made me promise that, no matter how 
much she protested, I would force her to play out her fantasy.  The 
idea of being forced to strip in front of the two men she had 
teased so unmercifully made her incredibly hot. 

When I told her that the chief said that the men of the tribe had 
never seen a naked white woman and were looking forward to the 
show, she got even more excited.  But, after a few minutes, she 
started to have second thoughts.  She knew that she would have to 
remove some of her clothing, but this was the first time anyone had 
used the word "naked."  The shower had "modesty walls," even though 
Heather had teased Bob that, in this tribe, modesty was hardly an 
issue.  And, of course, she had envisioned that Dr. Dan would 
examine her in her underwear.  I just smiled and reminded her that 
she had vowed to play out the scenario wherever it led.  I advised 
my suddenly nervous wife to get some sleep so that she would be 
ready for tomorrow, and then I kissed her goodnight.

The next morning, Heather and I walked to the shower site to begin 
the demonstration.  She was flabbergasted when she saw that, during 
the night, a busy Builder Bob had removed the shower walls, so now 
the area was totally open!

She protested that Bob needed to put the walls back up, but he 
rather pointedly reminded her that her "opinion as a sociologist" 
was that the walls were "a silly vestige of outdated Western 
modesty."  He added that he had no intention of putting them 
back up.

When she turned to me, I pretended to be angry with her.  "You're 
the one who wanted to come to Africa!" I fumed.  "You've been no 
help at all, Heather, and you’ve done nothing but cause trouble.  
Now that you finally have a chance to help, you're going to 
endanger the whole mission.  As team leader I'm ORDERING you to 
strip, or I'll send you back to the States right now!"

She looked genuinely stunned at my staged outburst, although deep 
down she must have known it was phony.  She looked to Dan and Bob 
for assistance, but she could tell from their eager grins that they 
were more anxious to strip her than help her.  The men and women of 
the tribe didn't know what I had said, but there was no doubt that 
the native men at least were on my side -- and that they were glad 
that this bitchy white woman was finally being given her 
comeuppance. 
 
Without a friend in sight, Heather sadly reached for the top button 
on her blouse....

The tribe immediately formed a circle around her, with the men in 
the front rows, and the women in the back.  The chief naturally 
took the front row center seat in front of her, with Bob and Dan 
in the places of honor on either side of him. 
            
The natives laughed when she took off her shirt and her lacy bra 
appeared.  I had to explain to the tribe that the bra wasn't 
actually part of her body...that she was built more or less the 
same as other women. 
            
Heather rather awkwardly took off her shoes and socks.  During 
this, I noticed that Dan had produced a bag of something, which 
he was sharing with Bob and the amazed chief.  It took me several 
seconds to realize what it was.  It was popcorn.  The three of 
them were laughing and eating popcorn while they watched my wife 
strip, as if they were attending a movie.

When she unsnapped her pants, Bob let out a wolf whistle, which 
confused the tribe.  I quickly explained the meaning of the sound, 
and a very embarrassed Heather was serenaded by a cacophony of 
tribesman trying out their wolf whistles for the first time, as 
she unzipped her khaki shorts and let them fall to the ground.  
      
At this point she started to walk towards the shower, but Dan and 
Bob loudly objected.  
            
"You don't shower in your underwear, Heather," Bob pointed out.

Dan agreed.  "If we expect these people to shower properly, we 
have to show them how."
 
"But I can't strip...naked...in front of all of you!" she protested.

She turned to me for help, and I quickly discussed the matter with 
the chief.  The grinning chief, who was quite into the show by this 
time, eagerly agreed that complete, absolute, and total nudity was 
required.

"Sorry, Heather," I said, cheerfully.  "It has to be bare!  Strip 
down to your birthday suit!"

She immediately blushed beet red, which caused another sensation.  
I had to explain the concept of blushing to the dark-skinned tribe. 
They didn't understand fully why she was embarrassed, since public 
nudity was trivial to them.  But everyone knew that the haughty, 
stuck-up white woman was totally humiliated, and they found it 
delightful! 
          
Heather turned around when she unhooked her bra, even though that 
simply exposed her to another section of the circle.  I soon 
realized that she was more affected by the grins of Dan and Bob 
than she was by the natives, since only the two of them knew how 
humiliating this forced striptease really was.

Bob led the tribe in another round of wolf whistles when my 
blushing wife dropped her panties and revealed her shapely 
bottom to the chief and her two co-workers.  Anxious to get 
it over with, she quickly scampered to the shower nozzle a 
few feet in front of her and turned on the freezing water.

"Turn around, Heather," Dr. Dan commanded.  "Turning your back 
on the chief is very disrespectful!"

She looked over her shoulder at the smiling doctor with undisguised 
hatred.  But, when I translated and the tribe began shouting at 
her, she docilely complied, revealing her nakedness for all to see. 
Her sparse blonde pubic hair caused an uproar, and Dan suggested 
that the tribe examine her exposed sex prior to her shower. 

A mortified Heather soon found herself standing in front of the 
chief with her legs spread and her hands on top of her head, while 
he gingerly fingered and examined her exposed pussy.

It took a good 20 minutes for all of the members of the tribe to 
examine her.  During this time, her face was crimson, but the 
manipulation of her pussy also made her dripping wet!

Dan and Bob were the last two in line, and they took their time 
finger-fucking her.  Dan's skilled hands caused her to have a 
wrenching and very obvious orgasm, which led to another round of 
lusty wolf whistles from the tribe.

Heather quickly trotted back into the shower, and Bob directed her 
through a very intimate and degrading shower procedure.  The 
ostensible purpose was to show the natives how to wash themselves 
everywhere, and Bob made sure that every inch of Heather’s flesh 
was exposed and scrubbed.

While my humiliated wife showered for the crowd's amusement, the 
chief asked me if they could begin loading our equipment onto the 
truck so that it could be shipped to the next village on our 
schedule.  I readily agreed, although the chief’s sly smile left 
me puzzled.

After the shower, Heather asked for a towel, but Bob explained that 
the natives would not use towels, and Heather should dry off "the 
native way."  So she was quickly reduced to running around in 
circles and flapping her arms, while her breasts and buttocks 
jiggled provocatively. 

The laughter and lewd remarks from Bob and Dan encouraged her to 
finish drying herself as quickly as possible.

Heather looked thunderstruck when Dr. Dan reminded her that it was 
time for her medical exam.  He listened to her heart, took her 
blood pressure, and checked her eyes, ears, and throat while the 
crowd watched closely. 

The breast exam provided a great deal of entertainment, especially 
when Dan decided to use Heather as a model to teach the men of the 
tribe how to examine the women's breasts.  Heather was soon facing 
another line of tribesman, eager to grope and fondle her tender 
tits.

But the ultimate humiliation was when Doctor Dan had the natives 
haul in a crude jungle exam table and ordered Heather to "mount 
up."  
 
I'll never forget the look in her eyes when she put her bare feet 
into the bamboo stirrups and submitted to the public vaginal 
exam.... 

The rectal exam was next, and Heather's facial expressions and 
general distress during the procedure provoked a great deal of 
laughter. 

Since she had already had a series of innoculations in her arms 
a few weeks before, the ever-resourceful Dr. Dan decided to 
demonstrate the use of the needle by giving Heather some painful 
vitamin shots in the muscular cheeks of her exposed bottom.  The 
natives were quite fascinated by the procedure, and multiple shots 
were necessary to give them a full demonstration, much to the 
delight of both Bob and Dan.

When Heather's exam was complete, the women of the tribe quickly 
jumped into the showers, and the men followed soon after.  Dr. Dan 
was soon busy examining people and giving vaccinations.  Heather 
fumed when she saw Dan skip the pelvic and rectal exams...and give 
the natives their shots in their arms.

The mission was complete. 

Most of our supplies had been loaded on the truck and were already 
heading towards the next village.  The next day we would stop by 
the marketplace to pick up supplies and go on to meet our kit at 
the next assignment along the river. 
        
In a few days, another town down river would soon be saved from 
the ravages of disease.

When Heather tried to get dressed after the exam, she couldn't find 
her clothes.  She returned to our hut, but found that all of her 
clothes were gone.  She hastily grabbed me and hauled me off to 
the chief for an explanation.  He explained that, while Heather was 
being examined, the men of the tribe had packed up her clothes with 
the rest of the equipment and loaded them on the truck we'd sent 
down to the next village.
           
But the good news was that the chief was so grateful for Heather's 
help that he was going to make her an honorary member of the tribe. 
So she didn't need her clothes anymore.

Heather said that was wonderful, but she had no intention of 
running around naked until she left tomorrow, and she wanted 
some clothes. 
             
The chief smiled and handed her an ornate ceremonial box with gifts 
inside: a red headband with 3 parrot feathers and a pair of leather 
sandals.

Heather repeated that she was flattered to be part of the tribe, 
but she needed some clothes for her trip to the marketplace 
tomorrow.  The chief simply replied that, since she was part of 
the tribe, he would accompany her to the market.  Of course, she 
would have to have her hands tied behind her back the entire 
time....

She stared at the chief in disbelief.  The marketplace was a 
crowded, festive place filled with whites, blacks, people of 
all races and nationalities.  During our last visit there, she 
had complained that the free-wheeling street people had liberally 
groped her, and she had found the experience quite degrading.  I 
could tell that the idea of parading around naked with her hands 
tied behind her back was more humiliation than she had planned on. 

And she knew she would be unable to defend herself against straying 
fingers....

I'll never forget the sight of Heather being led naked through 
the crowded streets of the market.  The chief had a rope around 
her neck, and, as she feared, she was groped freely.  She was 
shamefully hot and wet the whole time, but she was also deeply 
humiliated, and the look on her face was simply priceless.  One 
particularly sleazy slave merchant even tried to buy her. 

The chief explained that she was not for sale, but he didn't object 
when the trader dragged her onto the auction block and began giving 
her a complete examination.  Before long a crowd began to form, and 
a few people even started to offer handsome bids....

But that, as they say in the jungle, is another story.



Edited by C. Lakewood