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Story title : Jessica and the Cannibals
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Jessica and the Cannibals (MF, nc, v, preg, cannibal)
by Neuralmancer (neuralm@speakeasy.net)
***
Picture this: A plane full of beautiful western coeds
crash-lands at a remote area of the island of New
Guinea. They still have cannibals there (at least as of
recently they did). What would happen if this group of
western coeds gets captured by the cannibals? White
skinned women with dark skinned native cannibals. This
story is a contemplation of one possible outcome of such
a meeting.
Chapter 1 The Crash
The fuselage of the twin-engine airplane had some how
remained intact upon landing. If you could call what had
just occurred a landing. Both wings were gone. Forced
down somewhere over the island of New Guinea by a
violent storm, the six college aged women were quite
lucky to be alive. Both the pilot and copilot were dead.
With the storm continuing to rage outside, the six
huddled together within the wreak of the plane. None of
them had any idea where they were.
Jessica did her best to console the other five. They
were all about the same age, twenty-one plus or minus a
year. She was one of the few to keep her wits as the
plane came to a sudden stop in the jungle.
Characteristics that Jessica never fully realized that
she had, put her at the head of this little group of
castaways. Tall for a woman at near six feet, with long
blond hair flowing straight pass her shoulders coupled
with a full bosom, she came across as a brash Amazon.
Her spirit would soon be put to the test.
Then there is Melody. Practically Jessica's opposite in
demeanor, she is every mother's dream. Amply built with
large, but firm breasts, coupled with equally ample
hips, she is something of a stereotype. Some claimed
that deference is her middle name.
Never leave out Tara and Taren. These two are a clique
onto themselves. They both looked like they just came
off the cover of Cosmopolitan magazine. Both are amply
chested and love to show it off. Low cut blouses and the
shortest skirts that they could get away with are their
favorite form of dress. Brunette man teasers from the
word go.
No one was ever quite sure about Sandy. With a slim
athletic body and long straight blond hair hanging
almost down to her ass, she at first appears to be quite
with it. However take some time to listen to her and one
begins to wonder. Her stories are rarely ever
consistent. You have to come to the conclusion that her
life is one long made up story. The other girls quickly
learned to take whatever Sandy said with the proverbial
grain of salt. Last, but by no means least, there is
Cassandra. With fiery red hair and a temper to match,
people learned to keep her on their side of an issue.
Her headstrong behavior frequently got her into trouble.
As they kept together in the darkened plane, Jessica did
her best to calm the sobbing Melody. In form as ever,
both Tara and Taren just unemotionally hugged each
other. Something real happening to her at last, Sandy
kept staring out a window. Never mind that she couldn't
see a thing in the darkness. Cassandra sat in her chair
and quietly swore to herself about her sudden
misfortune.
From the illumination provided by an ever so brief flash
of lighting, something out in the jungle caught Sandy's
attention. "Someone's out there!", she suddenly
screamed.
"Oh come on Sandy, not here, not now. We are in the
middle of nowhere. Besides, if there is indeed someone
out there, why haven't they come and get us?" questioned
Cassandra.
"I swear I saw someone. No lie.", replied Sandy. Sandy
continued to look intensively out the window, but
nothing was to be seen. The storm continuing about them,
they could do little, but wait.
Morning came and it was as if the storm had never
happened. Tentatively the six young women crawled out
off the destroyed airplane. "Well what do we do now?",
questioned Cassandra. They just looked at each other.
Wandering about, no signs of civilization were
immediately apparent.
"Wonder whether the plane's radio still works. I'll go
the flight deck and see what I can find..", said
Jessica.
Melody turned to Jessica with a look of amazement in her
eyes. "How can you go in there? There are two dead
people in there!" Melody shivered at the thought of once
again encountering the pilot and copilot, both now rigid
in their deaths.
"Be brave Melody." With no further ado, Jessica entered
the fight deck and began to search for a radio. Her
heart sank when she saw the condition of the fight
controls. Everything was smashed. There was no hope of
either calling out to someone on the radio, or for that
matter hearing someone calling them. Exiting the plane,
Jessica called out to the others. "We need to take stock
of what condition were in. What kind of provisions are
left on the plane and that sort of thing." Looking about
she noticed that both Tara and Taren were absent.
"Where did those two go?"
"There's a path entering the jungle. They decided to see
where it led.", replied Sandy.
"Oh no. We can't have people wandering about
unorganized. We have no idea what's about." Turning her
attention to Melody, Jessica continued, "You and Sandy
say here and gather up what supplies you can find. Food,
water, a map, anything that you think might be useful."
Turning about, Jessica saw that Cassandra had changed
into more suitable clothes, shorts and boots. That girl
is always prepared, she thought. Much better than my
tennis shoes. Oh well, I have nothing else. "Cassandra,
lets you and me go see what Tara and Taren have
discovered."
"OK fearless leader. Off we go into another fine mess.",
grumbled Cassandra. Cassandra was being true to form.
With that Jessica and Cassandra entered the jungle.
Tara and Taren hadn't gone too far when they heard the
sound of running water. Leaving the path, they soon
discovered a waterfall with a wide pool beneath it. The
cascade of water was several feet wide and made an
excellent natural shower.
There was a ledge beside the pool underneath the
waterfall just wide enough for two people to stand on.
After the long fight and the night in the plane, Tara
and Taren felt pretty grimy. A bath was in order. "Want
to take a shower?", asked Tara of Taren.
"Lets!", eagerly replied Taren. The two of them then
quickly stripped off their clothes and carefully hung
them of the branches of a nearby tree. Naked, they
walked down to the ledge and let the waterfall rinse
their dirty bodies. Using their hands, they vigorously
massaged each others flesh. The feel of the water was
extremely refreshing. Embracing each other, their mouths
met in a kiss.
Their long almost jet black hair draped across each
other's shoulders as they seemed to merge into one under
the waterfall's vigorous spray. Both Tara and Taren
enjoyed the company of the same sex just about as much
as they enjoyed the company of the opposite sex. As a
pair, they never wanted for sexual need. They could
always simply turn to each other for satisfaction. And
they frequently did.
Still within the spray of the waterfall, Tara pressed
Taren against the rocks. Getting down on her knees, Tara
then attacked Taren's now quite open sex with the tip of
her well-educated tongue. Taren shuddered with joy as
Tara's tongue expertly manipulated her clitoris. Taren's
body shook with her orgasm.
Reversing positions, Taren promptly reciprocated the
pleasure, while in addition managing to cup Tara's firm
breasts in her hands. Taren reached up with her fingers
and squeezed Tara's extremely stiff nipples. As Taren
rolled Tara's nipples between her thumb and forefinger a
low moan escaped Tara's lips. Both of them now feeling
carefree, they joined hands and jumped into the pool.
A quick swim brought them to the shore where they
continued their loving embrace. Pressing their bodies
together, Taren below and Tara on top, they once again
attempted to bring each other off. Ignoring the world
around them, with a bump and grind motion of their hips,
they sought a secret pleasure spot that would put each
of them once again momentarily into oblivion.
The world wasn't ignoring them. Several pairs of unseen
eyes watched Tara and Taren as they played their water
games. As Tara and Taren embraced at the pool's shore,
the men watching them sensed their chance. Five men
rushed from their place of concealment and grabbed Tara
and Taren. Tara quickly lifted her head and screamed. A
pair of men to each Tara and Taren, one grabbed the
wrists while another grabbed the ankles. Firmly holding
the women to the ground, the fifth man then gagged their
mouths.
Unable to make any further cries, Tara and Taren then
had their both their wrists and their ankles held firmly
about stiff wooden poles. Their wrists and ankles were
then securely tied together. Lifting their bound booty,
both Tara and Taren supported by only their wrist and
ankle ties such their asses hung low to the ground, just
like captured animals, the men of the jungle carried
them off.
As they carried Tara and Taren feet first down the
jungle path, Tara felt a hand roughly grasp her one of
her full breasts. She squirmed about the pole as the man
carrying her from behind cruelly manipulated her nipple.
As they were carried, the fifth man, not assigned
carrying duty, walked along the two bound women and
rubbed his hands over their flesh. Taren winced in pain
as the man walking beside her pinched her thigh.
Systematically he proceeded from first Taren and then to
Tara and tested the firmness of the flesh on their arms,
legs, buttocks, and breasts. It was as if they were
being measured for the amount of fat that their bodies
contained. Walking briskly down the jungle path, Jessica
and Cassandra heard a scream. "It came from the left!",
shouted Jessica. Leaving the path, Jessica and Cassandra
pushed aside the undergrowth as they hurried to the
source of the scream.
"Look over there, its their clothes hanging from those
trees," Cassandra pointed out. There was no other sign
of the two missing women. Noticing the waterfall and the
now quite still pool beneath it, they came across an
area where footprints could be clearly made out.
Obviously someone had recently been here.
"This doesn't look good. Lets get back to the plane."
Jessica suggested. Cassandra just nodded her approval.
She didn't care to know the fate that had befallen their
friends. As quickly as they could, Jessica and Cassandra
climbed back up beside the waterfall and returned to the
path. Retracing their steps, they ran back to the plane.
"Melody, Sandy, get in the plane. I think that were not
alone out here," yelled Jessica. No reply came back to
them. Startled by the silence, Jessica and Cassandra
vainly searched about the plane for Melody and Sandy.
They were nowhere to be found.
"Look here. More foot prints. Just like those that we
saw by the pool," cried out Cassandra. Following the
trail of footprints into the jungle, They came across
the clothes that both Melody and Sandy had been wearing.
"They were both apparently striped and then kidnapped.
Kinky bastards," Cassandra postulated.
Turning her attention to Cassandra, Jessica summed up
their situation. "We're definitely being threatened. We
need a weapon. I remember seeing a flare gun back on the
flight deck. Lets go back to the plane, retrieve the
gun, and then see where these tracks lead."
"You're sure that's wise? The others disappeared so
quickly. Whoever did this is probably not to be fooled
with," asked Cassandra.
"We can't just leave our friends to what ever fate these
characters have in mind. Come on, let's get going." Not
sure of what else to do, Cassandra reluctantly followed
Jessica back to the plane.
Following the trail, Jessica and Cassandra slowly
advanced on a native village. So far no one had seen
them. Carefully peering from behind a bush, they could
see a cage constructed of shout timbers. Located next to
the village's largest hut, the cage was about half the
size of the village's smallest hut. Clearly visible
within the cramped cage were Tara, Taren, Sandy, and
Melody. They were all naked. Not that was particularly
special, for all the native women were also quite naked.
Only the men wore anything at all, a simple G-string
like affair that kept their penis in place. Jessica
didn't like the looks of the village.
There were allot of natives and only two of them. The
natives did indeed look like they were not to be messed
with. The appearance of several grinning skulls atop the
entrance to the largest hut didn't encourage her. Their
only hope would be to create a diversion. With luck that
would give one of them enough time to free their
friends. After explaining her plan to Cassandra, Jessica
maneuvered over to the far end of the village, as far
from the cage as she could get.
Pointing the flare pistol into the air, Jessica pulled
the trigger. Nothing happened. Panicking, she tried
again. Again nothing happened. Breaking apart the
pistol, Jessica saw the problem. The cartage was wet. It
was too late now. The men of the village saw her.
Turning to run Jessica didn't get far. After only a few
steps, Jessica was quickly swept off her feet. Extremely
confused, Jessica found herself hanging upside down from
a tree. She had stepped into a trap.
Seeing Jessica's fate, Cassandra realizing that there
was no longer any hope to rescue their friends,
attempted her own escape. Running back through the
jungle, densely packed vines and tree branches cutting
her body as she ran, Cassandra tried to put as much
distance between her and the village as she could.
Almost blinded by fear, Cassandra practically collided
with a man standing in front of her. Looking up,
Cassandra saw that the man was not like the others. His
skin was white. Wearing khaki pants and shirt with a
broad hat to match, Cassandra was frantic. "My friends
in the village. Their prisoners. You've got to get
help!" Cassandra pleaded with the white man. "Now don't
worry my fare one. Everything will be fine." With that
reassurance he firmly grabbed Cassandra by the hand and
started back towards the village.
"What are you doing? We have to get away from the
village!" asked Cassandra. Yelling something in a
language that she didn't understand, they continued
towards the village. Cassandra struggled to get away.
What's with this guy she thought.
From the village two natives appeared. Rushing over they
relieved Cassandra from the white man's care. "Ado, my
lovely one. One way or another we'll meet again."
With a disbelieving look upon her face the two natives
forced Cassandra back to the village. The white man just
smiled.
Chapter 2 Captured
Approximately in the center of the village, was a pair
of posts supporting an overhead crossbeam. Another
crossbeam was near the ground. Bound to the crossbeams
with their arms and legs spread wide apart, were Jessica
and Cassandra. The hemp rope tightly bound both their
wrists and ankles and their bodies were pulled taut
between the crossbeams. Their friends in the cage had a
clear view of their ordeals.
Pai approached the pair of bound captives with a stone
knife in his right hand. He was the headman of the
village. His word was law. Largely built for a Papuan,
he had won his position by a contest of strength. No one
else dared cross him. Turning his attention to the white
man, Pai asked, "You have no desires on these women?"
The white man answered back in the villager's own
language (for the sake of those readers who don't speak
any of the many disjointed Papuan languages, the
narrator is kindly instantaneously translating the
Papuan language into English), "No. Do what you like
with them. Just make sure that they never leave your
care. We don't want foreign eyes viewing our operations
here." The white man knew that he had just sealed the
six young women's fate. The members of this particular
tribe were known for their appetite for human flesh.
Now free to do as he pleased, Pai went up to Cassandra.
Cassandra screamed when she saw the knife. Expertly
employing the stone knife, a knife as sharp as any
western steel knife, Pai neatly sliced off Cassandra's
shirt. It fell a way in tatters. Cassandra wore a bra
just like the other women.
Pai having seen these before, detested the sight.
Grabbing the bra straps, a quick snip was al l that was
necessary to free Cassandra's breasts from their
confinement. Reaching up with his free left hand, Pai
roughly squeezed first Cassandra's left breast followed
by her right breast. Nice firm young flesh. He then
proceeded to Cassandra's shorts.
A pair of quick slices with the knife and Cassandra was
down to her panties. Temporarily dropping the knife, Pai
simply ripped the Cassandra's panties from her body. He
delighted in her nudity. Pai really enjoyed this part.
Being the headman, he could of ordered someone else to
strip the captives. However, the pleasure of the
stripping would then be denied him.
Cupping Cassandra's cunt in his right hand, he poked his
index finger into her gapping vagina. In and out he
thrust his finger. A sigh of pleasure escaped from
Cassandra's lips. Judging her response with hungry eyes,
Pai was pleased with the result. Cassandra, bound
tightly between the crossbeams, squirmed back and forth
in response to Pai's probing finger. Her cunt became
increasingly wetter.
"Please don't hurt me", pleaded Cassandra. Not
understanding the language of her cries, but guessing
there meaning easily enough, Pai vacated Cassandra's
cunt and moved his hands over her soft flesh. Starting
at her ankles, he caressed her calves, then felt the
firmness of her thighs, followed by her a rough massage
of Cassandra's fleshy buttocks. If he ever got tired of
receiving her sexual favors, she would make quite a
tasty morsel he thought.
Pai then turned his attentions to Jessica. Picking up
the stone knife, he promptly striped her just like he
had previously done to Cassandra. Pai had never seen a
woman with blonde hair. He delighted in running his
hands through her long blonde tresses. As Pai brought
his hands out of Jessica's hair and moved them towards
her ample bosom, Jessica attempted to kick Pai with her
knees. Pai was initially taken aback by this behavior.
He expected the women to struggle, but to actually
attempt bodily harm to him, that was something new, he
smiled. "So, you have the spirit of a warrior within
you. It will be a joy making you submit to my will. I'll
cause your belly to swell with child, your breasts to
fill with milk, and you will beg for my attention."
Although Jessica had no idea what Pai was saying
exactly, she could tell by his tone of voice that it was
something threatening. Tightly squeezing Jessica's ample
breasts, Pai came to the conclusion that this woman
would have no trouble nursing. Moving his hands down
Jessica's sides, Pai grabbed her ass checks with both
hands. Nicely hipped, she should be able to easily
accommodate his thrusts. Giving birth shouldn't be a
problem either.
Jessica shouted obscene words to her abuser, "You mother
fucker, you're not going to get a thing from me!". Not
that it seemed to matter. The native in front of her
continued his prodding regardless of what ever she said.
Her protests seemed to be somewhat in vain, deep down in
her heart Jessica realized that she had little hope of
resisting the man's approaches. A native woman came up
to Pai. Pai would kowtow to no one, except that is to
his wife.
Usually not interfering, when his wife did want
something Pai had found that it was usually best to let
her have her way. Otherwise he would have hell to pay.
She could make his life a continuous misery. Sometimes
he secretly pictured his wife either in the cooking pot,
or slowly roasting above an open fire. That would put a
final end to the bitch. Alas, that could never happen,
his wife had too many friends among the village. Oh
perhaps to dream. Now what did she want?
"Pai, I need wet nurses. A couple of the village women
are having difficulty giving milk. Those two that you
have bound there, I think that they would do nicely. I
want you to save them from the pot.", Pai's wife told
him. Pai smiled. For once his wife's desires coincided
with his own. He was very pleased with the turn of
events. This would work out quite nicely, two more
beautiful women for his bed, and another four destined
for either the cooking pot or the open fire. Pai ordered
Jessica and Cassandra cut down from the crossbeams and
brought to his hut.
"Where's my chief's hat?" Frantically the headman's cook
searched his hut for his prize possession. Given to him
by the visiting white people, he wore the hat as a
symbol of his status. Short with a huge belly, he had
been given the special honor of being responsible for
supervising the preparation and cooking of all of the
tribes captives.
His wife gave him a quizzical look. "Why do you insist
on wearing that silly looking hat? Its where you left it
last, under our bed." Men, never to her dying day would
she understand them.
Retrieving his hat, he quickly exited the hut and
hurried for the cage. Awakened from his afternoon nap,
he had just been informed of the arrival of new
captives. He hoped that they weren't Baptists. The last
person that hey had for dinner, a Baptist missionary,
gave chief Pai a bad case of indigestion. For the next
twenty-four hours, Pai had made everyone miserable. The
four women within the cage still had their wrists bound
behind their backs.
Not caring about her nudity, Sandy stood peering between
the wooden bars of their cage. Melody sat with her knees
drawn up to her chest in one corner. She tried vainly to
cover herself. The natives had burst upon Sandy and
Melody at the crash site. Ordered to strip, they were
then marched to the village where they joined Tara and
Taren in the cage.
Tara and Taren relaxed against the rear of the cage.
Still together as always, their attitude was that since
everyone else was either naked or near naked, then they
shouldn't feel uncomfortable. Both their wrists and
ankles remained sore however. Continuing having their
wrists tied didn't help any. Rope burns were clearly
visible.
"I think we're in trouble.", announced Sandy.
Approaching their cage was a short native wearing a
chef's hat.
Entering the cage, the cook examined the captives.
Guards remained outside of the cage to prevent the
captive's escape. Reaching over to feel the flesh of the
slim one with long blonde hair, he came to the
conclusion that her meat would be rather tough. Grasping
one of Sandy's arms, her muscles felt hard to his touch.
Bending down with his knees, he then felt Sandy's thighs
and calves. Again they felt hard. This one is definitely
a boiler he thought. Next he approached Tara and Taren.
As he had done with Sandy, the cook felt the flesh of
their arms and legs. These women had much softer flesh
than did the slim blonde.. He then reached over and
cupped Tara's ample breasts in his hands. Nice meat he
thought.
Just a little fattening up and this pair would make fine
roasters. Finally the cook examined Melody. The cook was
immediately taken by the woman's fleshy buttocks and
equally ample chest. No fattening required for this one
the cook thought. Not too skinny, yet not too fat
either. Plenty of meat to go around.
Turning to the guards in attendance while pointing to
Melody, the cook yelled, "We'll have this one tonight.
Have her prepared for the oven." The cook had two
roasters and a boiler, just for the sake of variety he
decided to bake this one. Melody began to sob
uncontrollably as the cook left the cage.
Chapter 3 Melody gets Cooked
Within the headman's hut, Jessica and Cassandra were
held down by women from the village. Pai's wife then
entered carrying a gourd containing some sort of noxious
liquid. Even from a distance, the smell was
overpowering.
"There's no way you're going to make us drink that
stuff.", explained Cassandra. The native women not
understanding English, simply proceeded to administer
the drink.
Going first to Cassandra, a woman behind her firmly
tilted Cassandra's head back. At first Cassandra
attempted to keep her mouth tightly closed. In response
another woman placed an extremely odorous substance at
Cassandra's nostrils.
Coughing for breath, Cassandra opened her mouth. Seeing
the opportunity, Pai's wife then poured the gourd's
contents down Cassandra's throat. Cassandra had no
choice, but to swallow. Pai's wife reached down and
caressed Cassandra's breasts. "Very good. Soon your
breasts will begin to produce copulas amounts of milk.
Just a few more applications and you will be in need of
almost constant milking. You'll serve very well to nurse
our young."
Pai's wife then moved her free hand to Cassandra's
vagina. "Oh by the way, as a side effect, you'll get
very hot. You'll begin to crave frequent vigorous
fucking. You'll become pregnant and your belly will
swell with child. You should feel fortunate, for unlike
your friends in the cage, you're escaping the cooking
pot."
Though Cassandra had no idea what the woman had said,
she realized severe things were about to happen to her.
Almost immediately after swallowing the liquid,
Cassandra began to feel changes occur to her body. It
began to feel hotter than it had just a few moments
before. From no conscious act on Cassandra's part, her
vagina felt more lubricated. An odd irritated feeling
started to grow deep within Cassandra's vagina.
She recognized this as the cravings she would get just
prior to being taken by a man. Coupled with the changes
happening at Cassandra's sexual organs, her breasts were
already starting to feel fuller. Her nipples began to
feel tender. Cassandra had heard of all of the strange
drugs just waiting to be discovered within the jungle.
She started to think that she had just taken one of the
most powerful.
The application of the liquid from the gourd was
repeated to Jessica. After witnessing what Cassandra had
gone through, Jessica offered considerably less
resistance. Jessica swallowed the liquid and like
Cassandra, Jessica's body began to change.
Pai had been standing at the hut's entrance watching the
administration of the drugs to the two captives. Upon
the tasks completion, his wife turned to face him, "Wait
just a few hours." Pointing to the two white women
within the hut, she continued, "Their lust should build
to a peak by then. I wouldn't be surprised if they beg
you to fuck them. We should have a good time."
Pai looked at his wife and smiled. Although he would of
preferred to have the pair of white women all to
himself, sharing them with his wife was a price that he
had to pay. Although he frequently got to the point
where he wanted nothing more to do with his wife, she
had almost the same level of lustful desire within her
as he did. Hell on two legs he thought.
While Pai and his wife waited for the drugs to have
their effect on Jessica and Cassandra, a pair of native
men armed with spears came for Melody. Grabbing Melody
by her hair, they promptly got her to her feet and
pulled her out of the cage. Melody continued to cry.
"Be brave Melody. They can only have your body, never
your mind.", yelled Sandy as Melody was forced to the
crossbeams that had formerly constrained both Jessica
and Cassandra. Like those two before her, Melody was
tightly bound with both her arms and legs spread wide
apart. The villagers had no interest whatsoever with
Melody's mind.
Armed with sharp stone knives, the women of the village
got to work. Every strand of hair was scraped from
Melody's body. While Melody wailed, one woman standing
behind Melody began the task of denuding Melody's scalp.
Large clumps of hair fell to the ground. Another woman
knelt in front of Melody and labored to remove Melody's
vaginal hair. Still others worked on Melody's arms and
legs. Soon they had her flesh completely hairless.
The scraping completed, Melody's flesh was then scrubbed
with an acidic liquid made from tree bark. The acid was
very strong. Melody winced in pain as the acid stung her
tender skin. At the most sensitive parts of Melody's
body, such as her nipples and vagina, the acid's sting
made her loudly cry out. All of the stubble remaining
from Melody's shaving came off in the process.
The acid also tended to add to the flavor.
Released from the crossbeams, Melody was then taken to
the village's latrine. Made to bend over face down, a
greased wooden tube was forced deeply into Melody's ass.
Melody screamed as a hot liquid poured into her bowels.
The tube was then withdrawn and Melody was directed to
relieve herself over the open pit. Her intestines
cleaned out, the process was repeated to Melody's
vagina. The hot liquid burned as it passed her sexual
passages.
Melody's cleaning was then completed at a nearby stream.
The village women washed Melody from the top of her now
baldhead to the tip of her toes. This part was at least
not unpleasant. The natives liked their meat clean.
Melody was then taken to the cooking area and tied to a
wooden platform parallel to the ground. Wails of despair
came from her mouth when she saw what was clearly
recognizable as being an oven. The oven was definitely
big enough to contain a person. Someone had already
started the oven's charcoal fire. Melody lay on her back
bound and helpless as she waited for the cook. By the
time the cooking preparations had been completed to
Melody, both Jessica and Cassandra were in a bad way.
Their loins felt as if they were on fire.
With their hands tied, they could do little to relieve
themselves. Upon seeing Pai, Jessica's cunt began to
lubricate profusely. Although she tried desperately to
control herself, no thoughts, but those of Pai's cock
came to her. She needed fucking badly. Cassandra was
going through similar contortions. "Lets take these two
outside so that they may watch their friends final
moments. They may then have the privilege of serving
us," Pai told his wife.
Pai's wife did not want to miss either the spectacle of
the woman being forced into the oven. Neither did she
want to miss out on Cassandra's delicious looking cunt.
She eagerly agreed to her husband's request. From the
hut's porch Pai and his wife had a clear view of the
cooking area. Jessica was placed in front of Pai and
Cassandra was positioned in front of his wife.
Both Jessica's and Cassandra's hands remained tied
behind their backs. Via hand gestures, the pair of white
women were ordered to orally satisfy Pai and his wife.
At first Jessica and Cassandra hesitated, but with the
prod of spear points into their backs they both
reluctantly did as instructed. Maybe afterwards Pai
would relieve her sexual itch, Jessica thought.
The sight of Pai's stiff cock caused Jessica's cunt to
remain open and dripping. Already the drug was changing
the white women's attitudes. Released from its holder,
Pai's even available, Jessica took his cock into her
mouth and began to suck. Up and down bobbed Jessica's
head. Pausing briefly at the tip of Pai's cock, Jessica
delicately massaged the glands with her tongue. Her
playing with his pee hole drove Pai crazy with desire.
Next to Jessica, Cassandra had begun to lick Pai's
wife's labia. Locating the woman's clitoris, Cassandra
obediently sucked on the little nub. Pai's wife sighed
with delight. Pai gave the signal to begin. One of the
cook's assistants tilted Melody's body toward the
ground. Her head dropped to a point lower than her feet.
Near her neck a large earthen pot was then placed. With
a quick swipe of a sharp stone knife the cook then cut
deeply into Melody's throat.
She never even had a chance to scream. Her lifeblood
poured out into the waiting pot. Melody squirmed vainly
within her bounds as she died. Several times she tried
to cry out, only to emit low barely perceivable guttural
noises.
Too caught up with the sexual effects the drug that they
had been given, neither Jessica nor Cassandra paid any
attention to their former friends condition. Only the
villagers and those white women left within the cage,
watched Melody's death throes.
As soon as Melody motions were stilled by her death, she
was released from the platform and placed on her back on
top of a pewter tray. The pot containing Melody's blood
was saved for the night's festivities. As one assistant
pulled Melody's legs back against her ample chest,
another assistant held Melody's wrist about her knees.
The cook then proceeded to tie Melody's hands together.
In this position, Melody's hairless cunt was brought up
and open. The cook paused briefly and poked his index
finger into Melody's cunt. Withdrawing his finger, he
savored her juices. Continuing his task, the cook then
ordered that Melody's body be coated with a specially
prepared sauce. His pair of assistants labored at the
task. By the use of brushes made from animal fur, they
soon had Melody covered from head to toe. Her skin
glistened in the afternoon sun.
Topping off the presentation, the cook arranged an
assortment of onions and peppers about Melody's nude
form. She was now ready for the oven.
Having some difficulty taking his mind off Jessica's
cock sucking, Pai noticed that the cook had prepared one
of his favorite recipes. Pai began to salivate at the
sight. With a quick gesture of his hand, Pai signaled
his approval of the cook's performance.
Pleased that Pai liked what he saw, for if he hadn't it
would have been the cook's turn to go into the oven, the
cook indicated to his assistants to slide Melody into
the oven. The oven was essentially a earthen enclosure
the sides of which had been hardened by frequent use.
Behind the oven, an assistant forced air to the charcoal
fire at the oven's base by means of a crude bellows.
Grasping the pewter tray on either side, they carefully
positioned her on top of a series cut stone slabs above
the charcoal bed. The oven was already up to
temperature. Once they had Melody within the oven, a
stone slab was positioned to block the entranceway. The
heat of the oven soon began to cook Melody's flesh. By
evening she would done to a golden brown.
For all practical purposes the villagers lived within
the stone age. However contact with western civilization
had been made and some trade goods, like the pewter
plate and the cook's chef hat, had been obtained.
Unbeknown to the villagers however, their unique culture
was only being preserved by the dramatic efforts of a
few outsiders.
This tribe was essentially a living museum. The effort
to preserve the tribe and its culture was viewed by some
as an effort akin to saving a portion of the tropical
rain forest. Severe penalties fell to those, like the
six white women, who either with forethought or without,
penetrated to the tribe's secret world.
Chapter 4 Two new Slaves
Pai loved Jessica's exquisite cock sucking. Reaching
down with his large hands, he kneaded both of Jessica's
ample breasts. Jessica's nipples hardened to his touch.
Damn those drugs are potent, Pai thought. Wishing now to
enjoy Jessica further, Pai ordered that her wrists be
unbound. One of the guards in attendance took a knife
and in one swift cut, severed the rope binding Jessica'
s wrists. As she looked up at her new master, Pai lifted
Jessica up by the waist and set her down onto his lap.
She didn't have to be told what to do. Jessica adroitly
reached down, grabbed Pai's cock and guided it into her
receptive vagina.
Collective sighs of pleasure escaped from Pai's and
Jessica's lips. Jessica proceeded to slide all the way
down onto Pai's erect penis. She was that well
lubricated. Slowly Jessica began to move her body up and
down. Moving his hands to Jessica's tits, Pai squeezed
them tightly. Jessica hastened her pace. Finally she was
getting the relief that she so desperately sought. Pai
couldn't take much more. Signaled by a loud bellow, Pai
furiously pumped his life seed into Jessica's cunt. Pai
remaining hard after his climax, Jessica frantically
pumped herself up and down Pai's spent cock. It didn't
take long for Jessica to achieve her own feeling of
satisfaction. Jessica's body shook violently as she
came.
While Pai and Jessica were enjoying each other,
Cassandra expertly serviced Pai's wife. Not leaving any
portion of his wife's vaginal region untouched, Pai's
wife repeatedly achieved orgasm. Pausing briefly, Pai's
wife looked down on Cassandra and said, "Now its time
that we changed places, my dear." Like Jessica before
her, Cassandra then had the ropes binding her wrists
severed.
Cassandra quickly realized what was expected of her and
laid back on the rough wooden planks of the porch.
Kneeing between Cassandra's legs, Pai's wife brought her
tongue to Cassandra's vagina. Never before had another
woman touched Cassandra like this. Cassandra shuddered
at the contact. After a while Cassandra began to enjoy
the attention that Pai's wife was giving her. Cassandra
sighed with pleasure. Soon the feeling from Cassandra's
cunt began to build in intensity. Pai's wife worked her
tongue around Cassandra's sensitive clitoris.
Just a few applications of the woman's tongue to
Cassandra 's clitoris did the trick. With a loud shout,
Cassandra came, her first time with another woman.
Throughout the long afternoon, as Melody cooked, Jessica
and Cassandra switched back and forth between Pai and
his wife.
Both Pai and his wife had a huge degree of sexual
stamina. Much more so than either Jessica or Cassandra.
By the time evening came around, they were both
practically exhausted. Pai had ejaculated twice into
each of the white women's cunts. His wife in turn had
lost count of the number of orgasms that she had
achieved. With looks of satisfaction locked upon their
faces, both Jessica and Cassandra relaxed next to Pai's
feet.
Soon it was time for dinner. All of the afternoon's
sexual exertion had made Pai and his wife extremely
hungry. Pai stood up and queried the cook on the status
of the evening meal.
"It should be ready about now.", answered the cook. With
that the cook ordered his assistants to remove Melody
from the oven. Pushing aside the heavy stone blocking
the entranceway, Melody was revealed. Due to the sauce
that had been liberally applied to her flesh, her body
now had a deep brown color. As they removed her from the
oven, steam rose from her cooked flesh. Cooking juices
dripped from her gapping vagina. A heavy cooking scent,
something like that of roasted pork, filled the air.
Moving the pewter tray to just in front of the headman's
hut, Pai took the first cuts of meat. Using a sharp
stone knife, Pai sliced off a portion of Melody's right
breast. Quickly he consumed the piece of meat. "It's
very good. Cook, you outdid yourself as usual."
As Pai had now taken the first bite, villagers lined up
to receive portions of the white woman's flesh. By order
of their status in the village, those near the top of
the social order getting the choicest cuts, Melody was
quickly consumed. Soon there was nothing left, save her
bones.
Previously Jessica and Cassandra hadn't realized what
was going on. They had been too caught up with the
effects of the drug that had been administered to them.
It had been awhile now and it dawned on them that this
was their friend Melody that the villagers were in the
process of devouring. Jessica wanted to be sick.
Having satisfied his initial hunger, Pai looked down to
his two new slaves.
"They should eat something.", he told his wife, who at
that moment was more concerned about chewing the meat
from Melody's upper right arm. Pai ordered his guards to
hold Jessica and Cassandra down. Taking a piece of meat
in one hand, Pai placed in front of Jessica's mouth.
Jessica clamped her mouth shut as tightly as she could.
She would not become a cannibal. In Pai's other hand he
held the same sort of smelly substance that earlier had
so effectively forced the white women's mouths open.
Holding his other hand with the odorous substance to
Jessica's nose again did the trick. Coughing, Jessica
had to open her mouth.
As she did, Pai thrust in the piece of meat. Holding
Jessica's mouth shut, Jessica was forced to clew the
human meat and swallow it. Jessica was immediately
disgusted with herself, although she had to admit that
Melody's meat didn't taste all that bad.
Like Jessica, Cassandra had to endure a similar ordeal.
Having eaten the human meal, they each eyed each other
with disdain.
It was a long evening. Later that night Jessica and
Cassandra watched as the men of the village coated their
bodies with the blood of the slain white woman. Wearing
elaborate costumes, they then danced until exhaustion
overcame them.
Jessica was forced to stand in the center of the men's
dance. Around and around the men danced, making lewd
gestures to Jessica as they did. Jessica was nonplused
by all that had happened. Why were Cassandra and herself
fated to remain alive? It was not until near morning
that Jessica, Cassandra, and the rest of the village
finally went to sleep. With a rope tied around their
necks and the other end attached to a Pai's hut, both
Jessica and Cassandra rested at the feet of their new
master.
Over the next period of several days, Jessica's and
Cassandra's drug treatments continued. Unlike most
drugs, where stronger and stronger doses are required
over a length of time in order to achieve a consistent
effect, the opposite was true for the noxious liquid
that the pair of white women were being forced to
consume. Its effects tended to persist. Both Jessica and
Cassandra fell into a routine of vigorous sexual
couplings with both Pai and his wife. "Soon you will not
need further treatments. Enslaved by your own desires,
you will serve us for the rest of your days with no will
to escape," Pai's wife told them.
Cassandra doubted that she could ever willingly stay
with these horrid people. The pair of white slaves began
to lactate. Both Jessica's and Cassandra's breasts felt
fuller and in just the few days that had transpired
their breasts actually increased in size. "You'll need a
larger bra size.", Jessica kidded Cassandra. Cassandra
wasn't in much of a mood for jokes.
Pai's wife smiled when she noticed the first sign of
milk flowing from their breasts. Kneeling Jessica's
breasts with both of her hands, more milk spurted from
Jessica's milk filled tits. Jessica cried out as Pai's
wife brutally pinched Jessica's nipples. Jessica felt
like a cow. "Excellent, I'll put you two to work
immediately.", Pai's wife announced to the pair. Turning
her attention directly to Jessica, Pai's wife told her,
"That's nothing compared to what you both will soon go
through."
Taken to another hut, Pai's wife indicated to Jessica to
sit down. "Get comfortable, you have allot of nursing to
do", Pai's wife told Jessica. As Jessica sat against a
corner of the hut, pair of tiny infants were brought to
her. The babies cried incessantly. Although Jessica
wanted to hate the pair of helpless babies just as much
as she hated the adults of the village, a maternal
instinct that Jessica had never previously felt
overwhelmed her. One baby was placed at each of
Jessica's milk filled tits.
Never having held a baby before, the mother quickly
realizing this, the mother reached over and showed
Jessica how it was done. Sensing the feast that had
suddenly been made available to them, both infants
needed no coaching to suckle. Jessica winced in pain as
the pair closed their hungry mouths around each of her
nipples. They immediately began to nurse. After a while
the babies sucking began to feel rather pleasant.
Jessica felt great relief as the pressure of the milk
buildup within her swollen tits began to subside.
A somewhat different job awaited Cassandra. Taken back
outside and to an adjoining pen, Cassandra came face to
face with a giant mother pig and her young.
"Lay down over there.", Pai's wife commanded. Over there
was a simply a bare patch of ground within the pen.
Cassandra guessed what she was going to be ordered to do
and didn't like it one bit. Cassandra hesitated. With an
abrupt push from Pai's wife, Cassandra positioned
herself on her back within the pen. The contact with the
ground caused Cassandra's skin to itch. Pai's wife then
gave a loud call and several of the piglets rushed over
to Cassandra.
With a little help from Pai's wife, the first two
piglets to reach Cassandra immediately attached
themselves to Cassandra's milk filled tits. Confused at
first to the location of the feeding points, the piglets
soon got the idea and stood up on their rear legs to
reach Cassandra's nipples.
Unfortunately the piglets weren't quite large enough to
reach Cassandra's nipples while standing on the ground.
Cassandra had to help the piglets up onto her chest so
that they could feed. Clamping down on Cassandra's
nipples, the piglets were a little rough. Soon however
Cassandra habituated to the pain and grew accustomed to
the flow of milk from her now massive tits.
Such became Jessica's and Cassandra's routine. Labor-
intensive chores, such as gathering wood for the making
of charcoal, house cleaning, as well as the nursing of
both human and animal babies by day, and vigorous bouts
of sexual chores by night, defined their existence. Pai
being unusually fertile, soon fathered both Jessica's
and Cassandra's babies. In a few months their belies
would swell with child.
In the mean time, neither Jessica nor Cassandra could do
anything for the three white women remaining in the
cage. Passing by the women in the cage, both Jessica and
Cassandra tried not to look upon them. The thoughts of
what awaited them was just too painful. The cook had
decided that they all required fattening up. Given
plenty of food, mostly cereals and the fat left over
from the villager's meals, coupled with a lack of
exercise, the three white women increased their weight.
One day the cook decided that the two dark haired women,
Tara and Taren, were ready for the feast. Previously
deciding to broil them over an open fire, the white
women's preparation went somewhat differently than had
Melody's. As had been done to Melody, but with the
exception of their head hair, Tara and Taren had all of
their body hair removed. Their head was then neatly
bound into a shoulder length ponytail. That Tara and
Taren kept their head hair was do to the cook's sense of
melodrama.
Like any fine chef, the cook was always sensitive to the
appearance of his meals. He knew that the sight of the
women's hair swinging about the skewer would add allot
to Pai's appetite. Tara's and Taren's flesh properly
cleaned both inside and out, in the hot noontime sun
came the skewering. To minimize any possible problems,
Tara and Taren were simultaneously impaled. Held down
head first to the ground with their asses high in the
air by several strong men, another man stood ready with
the skewer.
With the skewer aimed at their vaginal openings, the men
responsible for the impaling waited for Pai's signal.
Pai first raised then dropped his hand. Having received
the signal, each man standing behind Tara and Taren
forced the skewer forward and down into Tara's and
Taren's bodies. Tara's and Taren's coupled screams
filled the village just like the sound of an orchestra
fills an amphitheater. Blood gushed forth from their
pierced vaginas . Tara and Taren violently tried to free
themselves from the skewers. The men holding them had
done this before and were wise to any movements that the
women may make. With Herculean pushes, the tip of each
skewer could be seen exiting both Tara's and Taren's
mouths.
Enjoying the spectacle, Pai clapped his hands to his
thighs. He watched gleefully as Tara and Taren squirmed
about the skewers. Their lifeblood poured from their
bodies.
After Tara and Taren had finally expired, the cook's
assistants bound their wrists behind their backs and
their ankles to the skewer. Fires in a pair of shallow
pits were already ablaze. Above the fires they were then
placed. Just for the hell of it, Jessica and Cassandra
were ordered to turn the skewers. Staring ahead blankly,
Jessica and Cassandra did as they were told.
Their emotions were by now numbed by what they had
witnessed. By means of a homemade handle fitted to one
end of each skewer, Tara and Taren began to slowly
rotate above the fires. They would make a fine feast. As
for the one remaining white woman in the cage, Sandy,
witnessing first the cooking followed by the devouring
of her friends caused her to go quite mad.
Sandy began to babble meaninglessly from within the
cage. This must of spooked the natives. One day a group
of them opened the cage and let Sandy out. Running into
the jungle, Sandy was never seen again. It must be bad
karma to cook a crazy person, thought Cassandra.
In the months that followed, Jessica's and Cassandra's
bellies swelled tremendously. The time for birthing
would soon fall upon them. Despite their condition, no
let up was made to their labors.
One day as Cassandra was nearing the end of her
pregnancy, the white man that had initially betrayed her
showed up in the village. While he was conferring with
Pai, a guard brought Cassandra over to them. No feeling
was left to her. In a previous life Cassandra would have
felt extreme anger towards the white man. Now nothing.
Speaking in English, a language that Cassandra had
almost forgotten existed, the white man said, "Well I
see that the villagers didn't eat you." Placing his hand
on her swollen belly, the white man continued, "Rather
they put you to another good use. You look like you're
due any day now. You know, you never belonged here. The
organization that I represent makes sure that these
people are protected. Outside influences are severely
restricted. When you six women crashed here those of us
in the organization had to act. We set into motion a
plan made up for just such an occurrence. Put simply, we
let the natives here do with you as they pleased,
knowing very well that the most likely outcome would be
that they would have you all for dinner and thus solve
the organization's problem."
Emotions suddenly returned to Cassandra. She fumed at
the thoughts running through her mind. It was known that
they were here all along. And yet this so called
organization did nothing.
"Being managed as it is, in a sense you could call this
place a zoo. That makes me the zookeeper. Welcome to the
zoo." The white man laughed at this last remark.
Fortunately for him, Pai had no understanding of
English. The white man finished his speech and Cassandra
was prodded back to her chores. So now Jessica and
Cassandra had realized their fate, to become exhibits in
a zoological park. Treated no better than common
animals, they would serve out their days toiling for
their master Pai and bearing his children to boot.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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