NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC TRACY

                            by

                         Joe Doe



The boys' college soccer team was having an international goodwill 
match in Africa.  Tracy Smith, the school's resident prude and 
scold, was sent along by the board to make sure that Coach Chambers 
and his team behaved themselves and acted "in a manner that is a 
credit to the school."

Tracy made a nuisance of herself by checking everyone's luggage and 
confiscating all cigarettes, alcohol, or "inappropriate material."  
During their train trip through Africa, she forbade "the boys" or, 
indeed, Chambers himself from going anywhere other than to museums 
or cultural events.

On a visit to the remote Kingdom of Chocho, John (one of the stars 
of the team) told Tracy that he had been talking to one of the 
villagers hanging about at the hotel, and, in an incredible burst 
of good fortune, they'd arrived in time to witness the annual "cane 
dance" -- the biggest event on the country's calendar.  Tracy, ever 
eager to take the boys on another authentic cultural experience, 
insisted that they all go.

So Tracy, John, Coach Chambers, and the rest of the team joined a 
huge crowd of tourists waiting to watch the dance.  John gave Tracy 
a note that the hotel manager wrote for him in the local patois.  
It was a special "backstage pass" that would allow Tracy to go 
"behind the scenes," so she could report back later to the others.  
Tracy was reluctant to leave the group, but, when John and the 
coach swore to her on the school's honor that they'd make sure the 
team stayed to watch the cane dance, she agreed to go.  She handed 
her pass to a policeman and was taken "backstage."

Once backstage, Tracy was shocked to discover that she was 
surrounded by hundreds of young African women, naked except 
for a bit of body paint, feathers in their hair, and some 
colorful beads.  In broken English, she was informed that 
the "cane dance" was an annual tradition where young virgins 
from throughout the kingdom danced naked through the streets 
and up to the royal palace so that the king might select his 
latest batch of wives.

She protested that she had no intention of dancing naked through 
the streets, but with dozens of babbling natives yanking at her 
clothes and decorating her, she was soon "dressed" in proper 
native attire: henna on her nipples and clitoris, feathers in her 
hair, "royal" blue and gold beads at her waist and on her wrists 
and ankles...and nothing else.

When she was pushed naked out into the street, Tracy discovered 
that it was called the "cane dance" because girls who do not 
dance enthusiastically enough were struck on the bottom with long, 
whippy canes.  This was particularly ironic since Tracy had been 
urging the school to bring back caning to discipline the unruly 
students under her authority.

As the only white woman in the group, Tracy was singled out for 
special attention by the cane mistress and the crowd, and she 
was made to dance "enthusiastically" in front of Mr. Chambers, 
the team, the throng of tourists, and the horde of international 
cameramen photographing the event.

She also quickly learned that the belt of beads around her waist, 
with its heavy, hanging bead-tassel had been skillfully fitted so 
that, whenever she moved, the tassel would THUMP! onto her clit 
and cunt.  And the more violent the movement, the stronger the 
impact. 

"Make 'em bounce, Miss Smith!" John shouted out.  "The 'National 
Geographic' photographer says his editor has been getting a lot 
of flack about showing only black women.  He was told to film 
some lighter-skinned girls to put on the cover."

Tracy, horrified, saw the "National Geographic" photographer was 
indeed zeroing in on her.  She tried to cover her bouncing breasts, 
but a SWISH! across her bottom set her dancing in circles before 
the cheering crowd, her cunt-tickler tassel echoing the throbbing 
drum-beat.

Flash!  Flash!  Flash!  Everyone seemed to be taking pictures.

"Good show, Miss Smith," Mr. Chambers chuckled as he filmed the 
event.  "I'm sure you'll be able to speak with real authority 
to the board about canings, when I show them all those nice red 
welts on your backside."

"Yes, Miss, keep jiggling!" John yelled.  A local just told me that 
His Majesty has a thing for white girls with blue and gold beads, 
red faces, and striped bottoms."

Tracy, her face as red as the stripes on her bottom, danced on....



Edited by C. Lakewood


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                NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC TRACY II

                             by

                         C. Lakewood





    Three days later, Coach Chambers and his team had resumed their 
lives at the school, but the story was not yet over for Tracy.  The 
cane dance had ultimately taken her, along with a couple of hundred 
native virgins, to the square in front of the palace.  There, King 
Umgahwah chose six females -- Tracy, of course, and five others -- 
to be the new contingent of wives for the coming year.

    The king and his six new wives were married publicly on the 
palace steps an hour later.  As was the custom, they would remain 
married for a year, at the end of which time each woman would be 
divorced, handsomely rewarded, and returned home, where she would 
be highly honored and rather quickly remarried, usually to a man 
prominent in her locality.    

    The intervening hour was largely spent tending to the brides, 
restoring them from their cane dance ordeal -- with powerful
stimulants, soothing lotions, elegant food, strong drink...and 
an irresistible aphrodisiac. 

    With Tracy, however, it was somewhat more complicated.  She 
absolutely had to renounce her British citizenship and become a 
naturalized Chochoese and subject of His Majesty.  She was 
reluctant to do this at first, but, after she learned exactly 
how "handsome" her reward would be (and after the stimulants 
and the aphrodisiac began to take effect), she merrily agreed 
to everything. 

    As it happened, it was the wrong decision.

    To no one's surprise, Tracy was picked to spend the first night 
with the king -- a signal honor.  She was bathed, perfumed, and 
elegantly gowned for the wedding night.  But, it wasn't long after 
the couple had retired to the royal bedroom, that His Majesty 
ascertained (never mind how) that Tracy was being criminally 
deceptive -- only one of her three holes was virginal.  

    The king wasted little time.  In quick order, he stripped her
of her finery, deflowered her ass, decreed her divorced, declared 
her persona non grata and banished her to the servants' quarters 
until she could be shipped home.   

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    A month later, she was quietly given a convict's short hemp 
smock, a Kingdom of Chocho passport, and a one-way ticket "home."  
The Foreign Office agreed to allow her in as a sponsored resident 
alien (in return for some minor diplomatic concession by Chocho), 
and the school was induced to give her an entry-level job (in 
return for a smallish government grant).  She could stay as long 
as her sponsor continued to turn in satisfactory reports on her.  
(Failing that, she'd be deported back to Chocho and an uncertain 
future.  

    Within six weeks, therefore, all had settled into a groove and 
was as it had been...well, maybe not QUITE as it had been....

    Coach Chambers (Tracy's sponsor) would see to that.