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 �>�Going Native

   HEATHER -(TM)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 EAGER MALE CO-WORKERS.

   A few years ago my wife Heather and I enrolled in the Peace Corps.  Our
first assignment was a small village in Africa 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, a
trained sociologist, didn -(TM)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 cheap leather sandals.  Whenever they
left the village they would have their hands bound behind their 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 -(TM)s women.  This naturally
led to a number of arguments between Heather and myself, 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 -(TM)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 my wife Heather join the women, since if something
went wrong, it wouldn -(TM)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.  Both of them were too smart to get involved
with any of the female in the tribe, which meant that they flirted with
Heather.  Heather enjoyed teasing them, and had purposely started wearing
scantier clothing to torture them more.

   Heather wondered if I might engineer a scenario where 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 scenario where
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 demonstration the new facilities, and I told Dr.  Dan and
Builder Bob that the chief had insisted that Heather demonstrate the shower
and medical examination first.  I told everyone that Heather hated the
idea. The Chief thought that Heather was being forced to do it by me, while
Dan and Bob thought that Chief 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
Heather 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 Heather started to have second thoughts. 
Heather 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 Heather that she had vowed to play out the
scenario wherever it led.  I then kissed her goodnight, and advised my
suddenly nervous wife to get some sleep so that she would be ready for
tomorrow. The next morning Heather and I walked to the shower site to begin
the demonstration.  Heather -(TM)s jaw literally dropped.  During the
night, a busy Builder Bob had removed the shower walls from the shower
area, so now the exposed pipes were totally in the open!

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

   When Heather turned to me, I pretended to be angry with her.   -�You
-(TM)re the one who wanted to come to Africa! -� I screamed.   -�You
-(TM)ve been no help at all, Heather, and you -(TM)ve done nothing but
cause trouble -�.   -�Now that you finally have a chance to help, you
-(TM)re going to endanger the whole mission -�.   -�As team leader I -(TM)m
ORDERING you to strip, or I -(TM)ll send you back to States right now! -�
Heather looked genuinely stunned at my staged outburst, although deep down
she new it was phony.  Heather looked to Steve 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 the women of the tribe didn -(TM)t know what I had said, but
there was no doubt that the men of the tribe were on my side, and that they
were glad that this bitchy white woman was finally being given her
comeuppance.  Without a friend in the world, Heather sadly reached for the
top button on her blouse --

   The tribe immediately formed a circle around Heather, 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 Heather, with Bob and Dan in the places
of honor on either side of him.

   The natives laughed when Heather took off her shirt and her lacy bra
came into view.  I had to explain to the tribe that the bra wasn -(TM)t
actually part of Heather -(TM)s body, and that she was built more or less
the same as the other women.  Heather rather awkwardly took off her shoes
and socks.  During this I noticed that Dan had produce 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, like they
were watching a movie!

   When Heather 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 soon serenaded by a cacophony of tribesman
trying out their wolf whistle for the first time, as she unzipped her khaki
shorts and let them fall to the ground.  At this point Heather started to
walk towards the shower, but Dan and Bob loudly objected.

    -�You don -(TM)t shower in your underwear, Heather -�, Bob pointed out.
 -�If we expect these people to shower in the nude, we have to show them
how -�, Dan agreed.  -�But I can -(TM)t strip...naked...in front of all of
you! -� Heather protested. Heather 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! -�

   Heather immediately blushed beet red, which caused another sensation.  I
had to explain the concept of blushing to the dark skin tribe.  They didn
-(TM)t understand fully why Heather was embarrassed, since the concept of
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 humiliated by the grinning smiles of Dan and Bob than she was by the
natives, since they alone knew how humiliating this forced striptease
really was. Bob led the tribe in another round of wolf whistles when the
blushing Heather dropped her lacy knickers and revealed her shapely bottom
to the chief and her two co-workers.  Anxious to get it over with, Heather
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! -�

   Heather looked over her shoulder at the smiling doctor with undisguised
hatred.  But when I translated and the tribe began shouting at her, Heather
docilely complied, revealing her nakedness for all to see!

   Heather -(TM)s 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 his head, while he gingerly
fingered and examined her exposed pussy. It took a good twenty minutes for
all of the members of the tribe to examine Heather.  During this time,
Heather -(TM)s face was crimson, but the manipulation of her sex also made
her dripping wet!

   Dan and Bob were the last two in line, and they took their time finger
fucking her.  Dan -(TM)s skilled hands caused Heather to experience 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 -(TM)s flesh was
exposed and scrubbed.

   While my humiliated wife showered for the crowd -(TM)s amusement, the
chief asked me if he 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 -(TM)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
-�.  My lovely wife 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 -� as quickly as possible. Heather looked thunderstruck when a
smiling Dr.  Dan reminded her that it was time for her medical exam.

   Dan listened to Heather -(TM)s 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, particularly when Dan
decided to use Heather as a model to teach the men of the tribe how to
examine the woman -(TM)s breasts.  Heather was soon facing another line of
tribesman, eager to grope and fondle her tender fruits.

   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 -(TM)ll
never forget the look in Heather -(TM)s eyes when she put her tiny feet
into the bamboo stirrups...  The rectal exam was next, and Heather -(TM)s
facial expressions and general distress during the procedure provoked a
great deal of laughter.  Since Heather had already had a series of
vaccination shots in her arms a few weeks before, the ever resourceful
Doctor Dan decided to demonstrate the use of the needle by giving Heather a
series of painful vitamin shots in the muscular cheeks of her exposed
bottom.  The natives were fascinated by the procedure, and multiple shots
were necessary to give them a full demonstration, much to Bob and Dan
-(TM)s delight.

   When Heather -(TM)s exam was complete, the women of the tribe quickly
jumped into the showers, and the men followed soon after.  Doctor Dan was
soon busy examining people and handing out vaccination shots.  Heather
fumed when she saw Dan skip the pelvic and rectal exams, and gave the
natives their vaccination shots in their arms!

   The mission was complete.  Most of our supplies had been loaded on the
wagon and were already heading towards the next village.  The next day we
would stop by the marketplace to pick up supplies, and meet our belongings
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 -(TM)t find
her clothes.  Heather returned to our hut, but she found that all of her
clothes were gone.  She quickly grabbed me and went to the Chief for an
explanation. The Chief explained that while Heather was being examined the
men of the tribe had packed up Heather -(TM)s clothes with the rest of the
equipment and had loaded it on the wagon we had sent to the next village.

   But the good news was that the Chief was so grateful for Heather -(TM)s
help that he was going to make her an honorary member of the tribe.  So
Heather didn -(TM)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 Heather an ornate ceremonial box with a gift: a red
headband with feathers, and some leather sandals for her to wear! 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 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 -- Heather stared at the chief in disbelief.  The marketplace was a
crowded, festive place filled with whites, blacks, and people of all races
and nationalities.  During our last visit to the marketplace, 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 Heather
knew she would be helpless to defending herself against straying fingers --

   I -(TM)ll never forget the sight of Heather being led naked through the
crowded streets of the market.  The chief had a rope around Heather -(TM)s
neck, and as she feared she was groped freely.  Heather 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 Heather was not for sale, but
he didn -(TM)t object when the evil trader dragged Heather onto the auction
block and began giving my blushing blonde bride 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 --