Stacie hardly moved. She was gripped by a powerful sense of relaxation and satisfaction. Her body's cravings had finally been fulfilled and she was able to rest. Within her pussy, the oily substance coating her pink flesh began to heat up once more. For the more sperm it came in contact with, the more it grew in strength, seeping into her nerves, her flesh, her organs. She slept on, as her body became more and more a thing of carnal lust.

She slept for hours, finally waking near dawn. She felt the tingling between her legs and remembered the events of yesterday and last night with a sudden shock. Her mouth opened in astonishment and horror as it all came back to her.

Yesterday was bad enough, but last night had all been her own doing! What had caused her to behave like that. Then she realized the strength of the tingling and heat between her legs and realized that she was, even then, without knowing it, rubbing her cunt harshly.

That stuff, she thought. It must have been that stuff they had poured into her cunt. It was the cause of the desperate heat and itch within her loins. She rubbed harder, even as she realized this, and tried to think of what to do.

She had nothing that she could really use to clean the stuff out of her. She slid her finger deep into her box and slid it back out coated with the strange, oily substance. She looked at it carefully, trying to analyze it like a scientist, even as she rubbed her other hand against her cunt.

It seemed, if she remembered properly, weaker than before, though it was hard to tell for sure. What she really needed... was a good hard fucking. Her eyes widened as she completed the sentence. No! She didn't... she didn't... but she did.

The need for cock meat began to overcome her desire to fight against the chemical reaction she knew the stuff must be bringing to her body. She felt how hard and swollen her breasts were, how sharp and stone-like her nipples were.

Her cunt oozed and pulsed with heat as she began to finger fuck herself with two plunging fingers. She squeezed her titties and rubbed at her clit as she writhed back and forth on the cot. She felt her body grow hotter and hotter, then exploded with a desperate release of heat and passion.

Her cunt spat out cum juice like a volcano shooting forth it's fire and her mind was frazzled by repeated hammer blows of orgiastic delight. She stuffed three fingers deep into her crotch hole as she bent into a fetal position and rocked from side to side.

Finally she stopped, groaning and gasping for breath. Her mind began to free itself of the desperate craving she'd felt and she tried once again to analyze things scientifically. She need to wash out her cunt, she thought. She had to do that and fast.

She jumped out of bed and went over to the canteen of water sitting on a table. She picked out a rag and soaked it. She rubbed it with soap and then stuffed it into her cunt, trying to wash her box out. Instead of easing the heat between her legs, it merely added to it.

She felt her desires ignite once again and began to fuck herself with the rag in a way that was not just for cleaning. She tore it out and masturbated furiously, slumping back on the low camp stool and pumping three fingers into her hole as she grunted and moaned with pleasure.

She felt her juices rise, then threw back her head and grit her teeth to stop from screaming as an orgasm flashed through her, setting her to swaying and shuddering in place as her cunt erupted with titanic bolts of sexual ecstasy.

She fell back off the camp chair and lay there exhaustedly, her legs spread wide. She whimpered and moaned, waiting for the sensations to come to her again, but they didn't and she began to think that perhaps the soap had done the trick.

She lay there for long minutes but felt no arousal. Slowly she sat up and then stood on shaky feet. She moved over to the bag that held her clothes and began pulling them out. Still there was no renewal of the desperate excitement.

Her cunt was still soaking with cum and soap and water so she took a dry towel and rubbed herself dry. She stopped in shock as her cunt blazed with heat again. She took the towel away and stood there swaying, her legs apart as she tried to deny the burning between her legs.

But she couldn't. She moaned and dropped to her knees, her hands jamming against her crotch as she bent low and began to hump against her plunging fingers. She mewled with glorious desire as she came and came, her orgasm washing over her and beating her into the ground.

She recovered finally and stood up again. Experimentally, she touched her count lightly. She rubbed her finger very slightly against her clit and felt the arousal begin again. She pulled her hand away and stood there unmoving as the heat slowly subsided.

Obviously the stuff, whatever it was, had tremendously sensitized her cunt, making even the slightest touch one of passion and carnal desire. If she could keep from touching herself, then perhaps the stuff would wear off.

She pulled on a loose skirt, with no panties beneath it, then put on a shirt and sweater and walked out of the tent.

"Morning." Jack said.

"Good morning." She replied, surprised at the evenness in her voice.

"Feeling better?"

"Yes, thank you." she said, coldly. Then she softened her voice, remembering that he had, after all, saved her from death.

"I'm sorry." She said. "As you can guess, I'm not feeling all that friendly right now." Several of the labourers snickered and Jack looked towards them in surprise.

"I'd like to get an early start." She said.

"Fine with me. You sure you want to keep on? Things haven't been working out all that well. This expedition might be jinxed."

"I don't believe in jinxes." she said, flatly. "We'll go on."

"Okay, sis. It's your game."

"Have you any idea who those native wee?"

"Nope. There ain't supposed to be any tribes around here, but then from what I can tell from the maps, their village is on the other side of the mountains there and nobody much goes there."

"Nor shall we. How long till we can load and leave?"

"Half an hour."

"I need something to eat first. I'm famished." Indeed, her strenuous energetics had starved her of energy. Jack watched in astonishment as she wolfed down a half dozen eggs and a half pound of bacon, all while standing and looking out into the bush surrounding them.

"Ready to go." He said, half an hour later.

"Good."

She very carefully got into the passenger seat beside him and grit her teeth grimly. The jeep started forward, the others following. Soon she was bouncing up and down on the seat, her cunt slapping down with great force as they moved through the brush.

Her body was covered with sweat as she tried desperately to fight off the heat that was soon blazing in her gut. She squeezed her thighs together around her fiery cunt and tried to ignore the desires wafting through her.

Jack kept turning and looking at her, wondering at her silence and strange facial expressions. She ignored him, ignored everything in fact. She tried to resist the impulses that kept stabbing into her, the desires to jam her hands between her legs and jerk off, to jump on Jack and impale herself on the hard cock she knew she could rouse.

"Whatever they used on your hair has sure made a difference." He said, looking for something to talk about.

"What... what do you mean?" she gasped, fighting to keep her voice steady.

"Well, it's blonde again."

"What?"

"Your hair. You dyed it brown didn't you? It's blonde again, or at least, kind of bleached blonde."

"I didn't notice." She panted, looking at the strands of whitish blonde hair hanging around her cheeks. It wasn't her normal golden color but it was definitely not the brown it was. That must have been some harsh soap they'd used. She couldn't concentrate on it though as the heat in her cunt gave a sudden upward flare just then.

She started to bounce up and down on the seat harder than the bucking jeep could cause. Her hands had drifted her lap, clasped modestly, but her knuckles pressed harder and harder into her crotch. She held out as long as she could, then with a cry of frustration, she tore her skirt up, spread her legs and began to furiously finger fuck her pussy.

Jack stared in shocked amazement as she threw back her head and ground herself down on her fingers, jamming the digits deep into her pussy as she mewled and moaned and grunted desperately. He almost ran into a big tree as he watched her glistening fingers move in and out of her crotch hole.

"OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH!" she groaned, humping down against her hands, slumping down in the seat as she jammed her knuckles against her clitty and mashed it furiously. She came, rutting up and down, humping her crotch against her hands as she grunted through the orgasmic winds of pleasure.

Then she slumped down, staring ahead as she caught her breath.

"That was really something." Jack said, finally.

"Shut up."

"You aren't going to explain why you just did that?" She groaned and turned away, then finally turned back to him.

"They put something inside me, some kind of oily stuff. I think that's what's causing it. Any time I touch my... my pelvic region, it cause a tremendous amount of... of... well, of sexual desire.

"Uh uh." he said, dubiously.

"It reaches an irresistible level and has to be quenched. I can't help myself."

"Bet you could get a fortune for the formula." he observed.

"OH shut up you stupid pig of a m an! Don't you realize how awful this is to me?"

"Sort of. It's kind of hard to empathize though."

"Since you're always in heat, I'm sure you're right." She snarled.

"Least I never pulled out my dick in public."

"I told you that's not me! That's this stupid stuff!"

"Well get rid of it."

"I can't! I mean, i think it's a chemical reaction. It should hopefully wear off soon."

"It better. I'd hate to see you do that in the lobby of the Hilton."

"Just shut up and drive." She snarled.

Twice more in the next two hours she was overcome with sexual desire and had to whip her skirt up and jerk off as the jeep bounced along.

"I can't stand this." she groaned, after the third time.

"We have to get onto a road."

"There ain't no roads headed where we're going."

"I don't care. Get us onto a road. Find a hospital or clinic or something. Maybe alcohol or some kind of sterile fluid will wash this stuff out of me."

"I dunno. I kind of like you like this. It breaks up the monotony of the driving."

"Find a fucking hospital!" she screamed into his ear.

"Okay. Okay. Jeeese!"

There happened to be a road nearby. He hadn't used it because it ran east west, while they were going north. He turned and headed towards it, and minutes later they were humming along with comparative smoothness.

They reached a village ten minutes later and he got out and asked about a hospital or doctor. They didn't have either, but there was a clinic run by a missionary group twenty miles ahead. He thanked them and got back into the jeep.

"Well?"

"Twenty miles ahead there's a clinic."

"Thank God."

They drove down the dusty, but fairly level road and reached the clinic in forty five minutes. Jack and Stacie jumped out of the car and hurried inside, only to find it deserted. Stacie looked around in surprise.

"Were the fuck is everyone?"

"Dunno, babe."

"Well, I don't need them. They've left their supplies here." She began to sort through the supplies, pulling out bottles to inspect them.

"This might work." she muttered, putting aside a bottle of pure alcohol. She searched for something further as Jack wandered back outside, searching for the doctors, or missionaries, or whoever it was that ran the place.

He looked up the road and saw a cloud of dust that seemed to be getting bigger.

"Uh Oh." He said. He turned and raced back to the jeeps, yelling to the men. "Get the fuck out of here!" he cried. Drive to the next camp on the map and hurry!"

The jeeps backed up and then turned off into the brush beside the road as he ran back towards the clinic. The dust clouds had grown larger still and he could make out the vehicles moving in front of them. They were close and getting closer by the second.

He dove behind some bushes, cursing furiously as he realized he wouldn't be able to make it back to the clinic without getting caught. All he could do was hope for the best at this point. He dug his way into the center of the bushes and tried to see what was going on as half a dozen jeeps and trucks pulled up in front of the clinic and dozens of soldiers jumped out.

Stacie was just about ready to try the alcohol when there was the sound of car doors slamming outside the little building. She turned in surprise as several large men dressed in uniforms stormed into the building. They were all armed with rifles and they all pointed them at her.

She squeaked in surprise, backing into a corner as the men glared around them and began to move forward. They poked the barrels of their rifles into corners and cupboards and under tables, looking for other people. Then an older man, one wearing a peaked hat instead of a helmet, moved in.

He looked around with a bored expression on his face, an expression that quickly became more interested when he saw her. He smiled then and moved towards her, speaking in Spanish. She didn't catch much of what he said, other than he wanted to know who she was.

"I am Doctor Stacie O'Connor." she said. His eyes seemed to narrow when she said that and he smirked as he moved uncomfortably close.

"Doctory?" he said. He smirked again, then asked something in high speed spanish.

"Where are dhe other doctors?" She wasn't sure she understood.

"I don't speak spanish very well." she said in halting spanish.

"Jhou help rebels?"

"Pardon me?"

"Where are dhe other doctors? Where are dhe rebels that jhou are helping here?"

"I don't understand." she sighed.

"So jhou don't understand, eh?" He said in english.

"Not very well. My spanish is not the best."

"Where are dhe other doctors here?"

"I don't know."

"Jhou don't know? Jhou expect me to believe that?" He snarled.

"Well how should I know. OH! You think that I work here? No. No. I don't work here. I'm not a medical doc..." he slapped her face hard, knocking her off her feet. She stared up at him from the floor as he scowled in anger.

"Someone warned jhou we were coming, didn't they? I want to know who eet was and where dhe rest of jhou communist scum are!"

"I don't know! I don't work here!"

"Jhou theenk I jam a fool?" he shouted. He shouted in spanish and two of the soldiers grabbed her and pulled her to her feet, pinning her between them as the officer glared at her.

"Tell me where they are!"

"But I told you I don't know! I don't work here! I'm not a medical doctor at all! I'm a...." He slapped her again, then backhanded her across the other side of her face, then slapped her the other way, then backhanded her. He did this at least ten times. Blood dribbled down from her nose and her cut lips as she shook her head and moaned, looking at him dazedly.

"Jhou think jhou can do what jhou want in my country?" he demanded, slapping her again.

"I want to know where dhe guerrillas are that jhou have been treating and where dhe other doctors are!"

"Don't... know." she moaned. He balled his fingers into a fist and drove it into her belly, doubling her over. The soldiers pulled her erect and the officer slapped her face again.

"Jhou weell tell me what I want to know, jhou American slut!" he snarled. He yelled to the others and most of the soldiers left the building. He gestured to the ones holding her and they pulled her over beneath a crossbeam where another soldier was unfolding a rope.

He threw the end up over the crossbeam and it fell down where he could grab it and pull. The soldiers pulled Stacie's hands around in front of her and then the third man tied the end of the rope around them, winding it tightly.

Then he pulled on the other end of the rope and Stacie's wrists were pulled up and high above her head, almost pulling her from her feet as the man tied it off against a bar on one of the broken windows. The three soldiers stood back as the officer came up to her then and looked down into her face.

"Jhou weell tell me where dhe othar doctors are or I weell keell jhou slowly."

"I don't knooooow!" she wailed. He lammed his fist into her belly again and she gasped in pain, coughing and hacking as the wind was knocked out of her.

The officer laughed nastily, then his hands seized her blouse in the front and ripped it open. He gazed down at her lush figure and smiled even more. He slid his fingers along the side of her left bra cup, dipping his fingertips inside the bra and sliding them over her breast meat.

Then he gripped the bra and ripped it open as well. Her full breasts tumbled free and his hands cupped them, squeezing lightly.

"Very nice." he murmured. "It would be such a pity to despoil sush a lovely figure. Such as jhou were meant for riding, not beating. Are jhou sure jhou won't tell me where dhe others are?"

"But... but, I have nothing to do with this place!" she whined. "I don't know anything about them! I hate the guerrillas!"

"A likely storey." he sniffed. He slid his hand down her smooth belly and then onto her skirt, moving along her hip and then down between her legs. He slid his hand down into her crotch and squeezed her brutally. She gasped and shuddered, her crotch aching from his vice-like grip.

"Tell me!" he hissed, squeezing her harder.

"I... I... don't..." He squeezed even harder and she cried out in pain.

"I jam not a fool!" he growled. He grabbed the waistband and ripped the skirt off her, leaving her naked save for the remnants of her shirt and bra hanging at her side and back.

He stared down at her pussy and grinned maliciously. His right hand slid down and cupped her box again, squeezing lightly as he leered into her face.

"Jhou can avoid all thees trouble jhou are een eef jhou seemply confess and tell us where jhour colleagues are." he said, beginning to rub his fingers up and down her cunt slit.

Stacie groaned, but not with pain. Her cunt flared with heat, sending searing passion up into her guts as the officer continued to finger her crotch. He moved around behind her then, abandoning her cunt for the moment, but the fire had already been lit and she whimpered as she tried to quench it.

He grabbed her shirt and tore it off her back, then ripped off her bra so she was completely naked. He walked around and around her, admiring her shape and profile, his eyes taking in the narrow waist, the womanly hips and the high rounded breasts.

He admired the way her ribs pushed her chest out as she was held up straight by the rope, admired the way her chest gave way to her slim, flat belly. He admired her sweet face and the big blue eyes that stared at him in fear.

He moved behind her and ran his hand over her ass, caressing the soft skin and then sliding his hand between her cheeks and down between her thighs to cup her pussy mound again. He fingered her slit, then pushed up with one finger, forcing it up into her cunt tube.

"Yes, I can theenk of many uses for a woman like Jhou besides beating." he sighed, pulling his finger from her cunt. Stacie trembled violently, not with fear, as he assumed, but with gut wrenching sexual passion. Her cunt was spasming and throbbing from his fingering and she tried desperately to fight back against it.

Then there was a hiss and a harsh impact against her back. She screamed in shock as pain blasted through her system. Her head whipped around to see the officer holding the end of a belt in his hand and smiling at her. He raised his hand high and slashed the belt down across her back again.

She screamed again, the belt cracking brutally hard against her back and leaving an ugly welt behind.

"Jhou must be truthful." He chided. He raised the belt again and whipped it down against her buttocks, making her scream and jump forward, or try to anyway. Her ass burned with pain as she pawed futilely at the floor.

"Een thees country, women are obedient." he said, conversationally. The belt cracked down across her ass cheeks again and she howled in pain.

"Women know deir place heer." he said, slicing the belt across her ass cheeks again, then again.

"Please!" she sobbed.

"Seemply tell me where dhey are, my dear and thees weell all stop." The belt cracked against the small of her back, then again, half a foot higher, then again across her shoulders. She shrieked in agony, tears coursing down her cheeks.

He moved around in front of her, holding the belt negligently in his right hand. His left cupped her right breast and squeezed it softly.

"Such a preetty body. So terrible to harhm eet." he sighed. He squeezed her nipple between his fingers, rolling it in circles as he grinned down at her. He held the belt doubled up and rubbed it across her breasts, then down her stomach and between her legs.

Blinding heat shot into Stacie's belly as she felt the leather of the belt rasp against her slit. She moaned and her body jerked spasticly as she tried to fight down the ecstasy building within her.

Then the officer let go of her cunt and moved back a couple of feet. The belt slashed through the air and cracked down on her left breast. She screamed in agony, her breast bouncing and wobbling as it turned red. He swung again, again slashing the belt across her left breast, directly over the nipple.

"Stop it!" she screamed. "PLease! Pleeeeaaassseee!" Again the belt whipped through the air, this time lashing her right breast. The thin leather slammed deep into the center of the malleable meat, cutting it in two before bouncing back out and letting the breast reform into it's normal roundness.

He laughed and began to whip the belt down with hurried strokes, slashing again and again at her breasts as she sobbed and wailed and screamed in pain. In seconds, her two proud melons were aching sacks of burning embers spreading pain through her system.

He pulled back then, breathing heavy. He had a large bulge in his pants a she looked at her bruised body. He yelled at the soldiers and two moved forward. The grasped her legs, lifting them up and aside, bending her legs up beside her body so her crotch was displayed and spread out for the officer.

She whimpered and shook, unable to move as the soldiers held her legs bent back. The officer raised his hand and then brought the belt slashing down against her cunt.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIGHGGHGGGHHHHH!!" she shrieked. He slashed it down again, the doubled up leather impacting directly against her slit.

"AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!" she howled, her body thrashing and bouncing spastically as the two men fought to hold her legs apart.

Agony screamed along her spine and through her nervous system, yet beside it and almost as powerful, was a deep, awesome pleasure, a frighteningly strong heat that made her entire body throb and almost eagerly await the next blow.

He brought the belt down again, again on her cunt and sent flaring heat and blossoming pain through her shuddering body.

"Oh God! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GO-AAAAARRRGGHHHH!!" she screamed as the belt slashed into her cunt mound again.

"Stupid slut!" he snarled, watching as her head thrashed from side to side. He drew his fingers into a ball and punched her hard directly in the cunt.

Her eyes bulged and she gagged, then groaned in misery. He was gasping for breath as he stared at her. He suddenly dropped the belt and drew his cock out of his pants. It was harshly erect. He pointed it at her slash as the two men holding her legs back watched, then thrust forward, driving it deep into her belly as she gasped with pleasure.

He buried his prong inside her belly then began to roughly fuck her, pumping it in and out with long, full, powerful strokes.

"Steenking commie whoooore!" he grunted, ramming his boner deep into her guts with each powerful thrust. His cock sawed back and forth inside her burning hot cuntal cavern as Stacie's body trembled and shook and boiled with lust.

The pain in her wrists and shoulders and back and breasts didn't matter at all. Only the wondrous pleasure in her crotch counted now as her head jerked from side to side and her body trembled violently in the grip of an all encompassing sexual passion.

His belly slammed down into her sore buttocks as the soldiers on either side held her legs up and back. He had a clear entry to her cunt hole as he rutted back and forward, his cock pounding in her fuck tunnel.

She whimpered and shook, feeling her orgasm coming on. Her body burned with unbearable heat, her sex drooling and bubbling with pleasure. Then she screamed as she came, her cunt snapping and spasming around his plunging cock as he reamed her furiously.

His eyes widened in stunned amazement as he recognized her gyrations for what they were and felt the heat and moistness of her fuck box around his plunging organ. Then his eyes narrowed and his lips drew up into a superior sneer as he twisted his cock within her, jamming it deep into her belly.

"Jhou like, eh? Jhou like, American slut?" He buried his prong inside her and ground himself against her crotch. His come scalded her as it gushed forth and bubbled up into her cunt. He grabbed her head between his hands and mashed his lips bruisingly hard against hers, his tongue stabbing between her parted lips.

He bit her lips as he pounded his cock inside her fuck tunnel, letting her sucking cunt pull the last dregs of silvery white seed from his balls as his prong slowly softened. Then he pulled back, his cock sliding out from between her wet cuntlips.

The two soldiers let go of her legs and her feet dropped back to the floor, though without the strength to hold her. She hung there by the wrists, her jaw down on her chest and her eyes closed tightly.

"We are far from feeneeshed, Amherican." he breathed.

She hung there almost unmoving other than for the twitches and spasming jerks of her body. Her chest heaved and her skin glistened with sweat as the officer moved away and went over to something near the far wall. He came back holding something in his hands, but she didn't raise her head to look.

The little clinic had a generator in back to provide it with electricity necessary for it's lights, it's x-ray machine and other devices. The officer ripped the cord off the X-ray machine and held the bare wires in his hand.

He pressed the wires against Stacie's left nipple and she screamed and shook. Her body thrashed, her legs kicking out and throwing him back against the wall. He picked himself up, cursing and glaring angrily at her, then stalked back and punched her in the jaw, knocking her head back.

He yelled in spanish and the soldiers jumped forward, pulling her legs apart and tying ropes around her ankles. Her ankles were locked in place and he picked up the live wires again, holding them carefully. He had cut the end of the rubber encasing the wires and skinned it back several inches.

Now he held the cord carefully, just behind the bare wires and pressed the copper up into her belly. She howled and screamed, her voice a warbling scream as the electricity coursed through her system, sizzling along her nerves. She shuddered and trembled violently, her body jerking and shaking against the ropes.

He pulled the wire away, then slid it across her skin and onto her right breast, sending power blasting through the agonized mammary. Her tit seemed to bounce up and down on it's own as she shook and jerked again, her voice rising and falling in an eerie warbling cry of agony.

"Jhou will obey me, slut." he gasped, pulling the wire back, then pressing it against her cuntslit. She threw her head back and screamed in a terrible high pitched voice that made the hair rise on the backs of their necks.

Her body shook even more frantically, trembling more and more violently as he held the wire against her slit, pushing it right up under her clitty as he burned her with's it's powerful sizzling voltage. Her eyes bulged out of her head and she gagged and drooled and quivered madly.

He pulled the wire back with a short laugh, watching her body as it continued to shake and tremble. Her hair was plastered to her face as she hung her head forward, groaning in pain, her nervous system still trembling from the shock.

He moved behind her then and pressed the wire against her asshole. She screamed, her head shooting backwards and her groin ramming forward. He held the wire against her little round hole as she shuddered and howled in pain.

"Perhaps jhou change jhour mind, jes?" She only groaned in reply and he tsk tsked and moved around beside her. His hand rested on the back of her neck, squeezing lightly as he shook his head. He smiled down at her, then his hand gripped her loose, tangled hair and he jerked her head back.

"Tell me where they are!" he snarled. He pulled harder, forcing her head far back and her chest outwards as she whimpered and sobbed with pain. Then he brought the wire down against her nipple and jammed it in, making her shriek and howl and tremble furiously.

"Bah." he snarled, letting her go and tossing the wire aside. "I am going to the radio and contact headquarters." he stomped out of the room, leaving her alone with the three soldiers. They all stared at her, their crotches bulging from what they'd seen.

One of them, braver than the others, moved closer to her. He stood next to her, his eyes roving her naked frame hungrily. He reached out his hand and tentatively cupped her breast, then with growing confidence, he squeezed her wounded mammary, delighting in it's softness and resilience.

He quickly unzipped his fly and pulled out his erection, hissing at one of the others to watch at the door. How often, he said, did they get a chance at some yankee pussy like this. Besides, the Captain was going to kill her anyway.

He pushed his cock against her still moist cunt opening, squatting slightly, then rising, pushing his cock up her tight, rubbery cunt tube until he was buried fully inside her. He groaned and began to squat and rise, sliding his cock up and down her fuck chute.

His hands squeezed her buttocks as he fucked her, pulling her tightly against him as his cock pumped quickly inside her. She groaned, raising her head and looking at him through unfocused eyes. Her cunt blazed with heat again, screaming with need as the man's prong pumped within it.

She grunted and moaned with each thrust and stroke, wanting to throw her arms and legs around him but unable to move even slightly as the man worked his cock up and down her cunt. Then he came, his bubbling sperm shooting into her belly as he groaned with pleasure.

He pulled out quickly, and the second soldier took his place, sliding his own prong up into Stacie's pussy as she mewled with pleasure. His hands gripped her fat titties and crushed them tightly, his fingers squeezing repeatedly, digging deep into the malleable flesh.

His cock drove high into her belly, riding up and down her tube as he fucked quickly. In less than a minute his sperm gushed forth and he withdrew. The third man moved in and stuffed his own prick into her sopping cunt tunnel.

He rutted up into her as he stared into her eyes, forcing the pleasure on her, knowing from the moist heat of her belly how aroused she was. He pulled out then, moving around behind her and sadistically jamming his prick into her anus instead.

He laughed as she cried in pain, forcing his cock upward into her rectum as she jerked and shook against him. He forced the entire length into her asshole and quickly began to ream her out, ignoring her whimpers and sobs as he pounded his log up her shit chute.

Even with the cock up her anus instead of her pussy, the jarring effect of his body hammering into her buttocks sent shockwaves of pleasure through Stacie's system. Then when his hand came around her body and squeezed her cunt, she screamed and came, jerking back against the man as her asshole was skewered by his pumping cock.

She felt his juice shoot up into her bowels as her own fuck honey poured out of her slit, dribbling down her thighs as she moaned and grunted in happiness.

A shout from the doorway made the soldier pull back quickly, then run to the corner of the room, doing up his pants before the officer returned. By the time the Captain came through the doorway, all seemed in order.

He came over to the girl and glared at her.

"Jhou will tell me where dhe guerrillas are or you will die right now." He snapped. She looked back at him tiredly and didn't answer. He slapped her, then slapped her again.

"I will keel jhou by inches." he hissed.

He moved to a table and picked up a razor sharp scalpel, then moved back to stand before her. He placed the sharp tip of the little knife against her right nipple, pushing in so the skin was pierced.

"I can skeen jhou alive." he grinned. "I can strip dhe skeen from jhour body until jhou beg me for to die." A small dot of blood appeared around the sharp point and he pulled it away, then bent his mouth and sucked on her nipple, lapping at the blood.

Suddenly the room vibrated to an explosion some distance away. The Captain raced outside and yelled at the soldiers there as he watched a large bloom of smoke rising from the trees. Soldiers revved up their trucks and drove them into the bush to investigate the explosion.

He hesitated, then moved back into the clinic.

"I jam out of patience." he snarled. He gripped her hair, forcing her head up so she would look at him.

"Jhou tell me what I want now, or I will slit your belly open and let your guts drop out onto the floor!" He held the knife poised just above her pussy and glared at her angrily.

Something was flung into the building and bounced against the wall. All four men turned to stare at the grenade as it came to rest. They all yelled and raced for the door at the same time, falling over themselves as they hurried out.

Jack only had his little thirty-eight revolver, but it was more than enough. With all the other soldiers gone, all he had to do was fire at the four men from up close as they came tumbling out of the door. It only took four shots.

He ran inside, retrieved his cigarette lighter and quickly cut Stacie down. He flung her across his shoulder again and ran outside and into the bushes.

"This is beginning to become a habit." he yelled over his shoulder as he ran through the bushes.

Although she was bruised and frazzled the next day, and had several welts on her behind and breasts, the experience seemed to have blasted out the worst of the fuck juice, or whatever it was that had been in her cunt. She could touch herself now and not be overcome with lust, though she still felt rather aroused as the jeep moved through the bushes.

In fact, as her ass bounced up and down on the seat, she felt very aroused. Still, it wasn't anything like the uncontrollable lust she'd felt before. She could handle it, could even ignore it, and certainly didn't have to jerk off right in front of Jack.

She didn't know how to react around him anymore. What he'd witnessed was more than enough for her to be mortified every time he looked at her, and to want to never see him again. Yet he had saved her three times now, almost certainly from death in all three cases.

She was uncomfortable around him, but couldn't avoid him since she rode right beside him. She kept their conversations to polite small talk and information about the burial sight, trying to avoid any mention of the things that had happened so far.

The idea of turning back was extremely attractive. She didn't want to ever have anything to do with this miserable, stinking country again. But if she did that she would return to her father a failure. She certainly couldn't tell him why she'd returned. She didn't intend to ever tell anyone.

There really wasn't any choice but to continue on, and hope for the best. Surely nothing worse could happen to her. How many groups of crazed men could there be running around in the middle of nowhere like this? Besides, they were almost there.

They parked the jeeps and camped early that night. They'd gone as far as they could with the four wheel drive vehicles. The rest of the way would be on foot.

The next morning, they set out, carrying what they could with them as they headed through the dense jungle brush. It was dark and shadowed as they moved through the brush, the trees so close together that they rarely saw any sign of the sun.

It was hot enough to cook by and moist enough to drown just by breathing. Stacie's clothes were plastered to her body as she panted and grunted and pushed her way through the underbrush after Jack. She was wearing pants and a shirt tied under her breasts in a halter. It was too hot to wear underwear and her nipples showed clearly through the thin damp blouse.

She was past caring. Besides, the only one in a position to see was Jack and his back was to her. She was almost tempted to strip, except that the bugs and leeches were too numerous for that, and the bushes would scrap her flesh raw.

"Goddddd! I hate this heat." she moaned.

"Least it ain't between your legs anymore." he called back.

"Fuck you, Jack." she sighed. It is too between my legs, she thought. But I can handle it now. She felt her cunt pulse as she thought of it and resolutely swung her hand, slashing the machete through a thin branch and clearing it away.

"We'll stop at the next water and eat." he said.

"I don't think I could eat anything. It's too fucking hot."

"Well the rest of us are getting hungry. You can go and count birds or something then."

"I'm in charge here, Jack. I'll say when we stop." He stopped suddenly and she banged into him. She glared and slapped his back.

"Is that a joke?"

"Nope." He stepped aside and she saw a skeleton on the trail in front of him. It was upright, impaled on a spear. Pieces of flesh still clung to it as the mouth gaped obscenely at them. The labourers behind them gasped and crossed themselves, looking around worriedly.

"That's just a border marker for the Garanga tribe." she said.

"It don't seem too friendly to me."

"It isn't, but we aren't from any of the other tribes. We're white men so they shouldn't bother us."

"I don't like the looks of this."

"They seldom come in this area anyway. Their villages are further north. We'd have to have pretty bad luck to run into them out here."

"You lost your mind, girl?" he snapped. "We've had nothing but bad luck since we started this damned trip."

"We keep going." she said, shoving his back. He moved forward reluctantly and she followed. Then she noticed the labourers weren't following.

"Get your asses moving." she scowled back at them.

"We no go." one of them said.

"What the fuck do you mean you don't go? It's not dangerous."

"That look pretty dangerous to me."

"It's old. It's probably been there for years. Don't worry."

"I worry. We all worry. We no wanna be et by indians."

"The Garanga don't eat people. At least, they don't any more, well, except for their friends." The men looked back at her like she was crazy and then looked at the skeleton.

"What does that mean, except for their friends?" Jack demanded.

"When their friends die they eat their brains. It's a sign of respect and friendship."

"Nuts to this. I ain't goin'."

"Jack!"

"I don't want my brain eaten. I'm still using it."

"Not that I've noticed." she snapped.

"We go back now." one of the labourers said.

"Oh No, you aren't!"

"We go now." he repeated, turning and walking back the way he'd come.

"Hey! Get back here!" The others all turned around and headed back as well, dumping their loads beside the trail.

"Do something!" she cried.

"What you want me to do?"

"You're the one who said he should be in charge of these ignorant bastards!"

"Yeah, so?"

"So tell them to come back here!"

"They won't. The ain't goin' nowhere where people eat brains. I ain't to fond of the idea myself."

"I told you there's no danger."

"No. You said you didn't think there was much danger. That ain't the same thing."

"Jesus fucking Christ!" she snarled, stomping her foot.

"So. You wanna go back now?"

"We are going forward!"

"You think you can carry all this shit?"

"We'll just leave most of it and take what we need!"

"I just hope we don't need to dig much cause I got a bad back you know."

"There's nothing wrong with your fucking back!"

"Oh yeah? Hey, I can get X-rays if I have to."

"Aaarrhggh!" she snarled. She stomped over to the bags the labourers had dropped and began picking odds and ends out of them, muttering and cursing under her breath. Jack sat down and lit a cigar with his grenade cigarette lighter.

"Hey. You got a nice ass. I ever tell you that?" She straightened and glared at him over her shoulder.

"Fuck you!" He shrugged.

It took her an hour to pick out and sort through the things she thought they absolutely had to have, then load them into two bags for the two of them to carry.

"We ain't gonna make much progress cartin' all this shit, you know."

"Shut up and move!" she snarled, almost buried beneath a huge backpack. He shrugged again and then started forward, moving slowly as the backpack kept catching on overhanging tree limbs.

They made fair progress, though they had to rest every hour or so. By nightfall they were close enough to where Stacie had plotted the King's tomb, that she thought they might make it there the next day. That excited her tremendously, until she realized that among the things they'd left behind were all their changes of clothing, as well as her tent.

"You can sleep with me, hon."

"Not a chance." she sniffed, dragging her sleeping back to a clear spot and tossing it down.

"I'll sleep under the fucking stars."

"That what they are?" he grinned. "Maybe I'll sleep out here too."

"We'll get up at dawn." she said, flatly, then unzipped her bag and got in. He sighed and moved into his tent, making a big show of it.

Without any change of clothing, Stacie had to sleep in her clothes, except that they were filthy with dirt and sweat, not to mention uncomfortable to sleep in. Finally, after tossing and turning for an hour, she stripped, and set them aside next to her bag. She felt much better then and managed to get to sleep.

She woke up to feel water dripping on her face. Her eyes opened and then blinked rapidly as rain fell in them. She sat up, cursing. The rain quickly began to intensify and she scrambled out of her tent, only then remembering that she was naked. She looked towards Jack's tent, then grabbed up her clothes and quickly began to pull them on.

Thunder shook the jungle and the rain pelted down, soaking her. She grabbed her bag and hurried across towards the tent but tripped and fell into a newly formed mud puddle, then sat up and shook her head in resignation. She looked up at the sky and glared angrily, then moved back away from Jack's tent towards a group of trees.

Once there, she lay her waterproof sleeping bag down where the rain wouldn't fall on her head and stripped her now soaking clothes off. She hung them on a few low bushes under the tree, then decided that she might as well take the opportunity for a quick shower since she was already wet.

She walked naked out into the open, going around the tree and out into a small field of grass. It was rather nice actually, she thought, walking naked in the grass while the rain cleaned off the dirty and sweat.

She ran her hands through her hair, then turned her face upwards and opened her mouth to catch the rainfall on her tongue. She found herself becoming aroused as she walked through the grass, her old excitement at being naked outdoors combining with the leftover effects of that chemical goo that had been poured in her pussy.

The thunder cracked again and she held her arms high as if she were some ancient priestess greeting the Gods. Then she began to sway slightly, waving her ass from side to side as she slid her hands down her sides and around her belly and up under her breasts. SHe cupped them gently, leaning back as she began to squeeze her fingers into the soft meat.

She slid her right hand down her belly and in between her legs, rubbing lightly against her crotch as the water showered down around her. Her finger dipped into her fuck tunnel and began pumping lightly, while her thumb rubbed up and down over her clitty.

She groaned, not bothering to keep her voice down since nobody could possibly hear her with the storm. Her belly burned with need and her sexual fever intensified, growing into a huge and powerful beast that began taking control of her body.

She wanted cock again, and her mind fought her groin over the idea of going back to Jack's tent. Her mind won, but just barely as she swayed from side to side and began rubbing her hand harder and harder in her crotch, began sliding her fingers with more and more force as they ground between her soft pussy lips.

Then a large pair of hands slid around her chest and fastened on her breasts. She gasped and jerked away but they held her firmly. She jerked her head around to see Jack standing behind her, smiling his smug smile of superiority. Again she tried to pull away, but his hands held on, his fingers repeatedly squeezing down on her swollen tit meat.

He bushes his crotch against her buttocks and she realized that he was as naked as she. She cursed, only it didn't emerge as a curse, but as a moan. Then her ass pushed back against him all on it's own and she lost control of her body.

Jack's left hand moved up onto her face, pushing it around, twisting it sideways where his lips and tongue licked and nibbled and sucked. Their tongue's met, dancing and swirling together as her ass humped back against his crotch and his hard erection slid up between her ass cheeks.

His right hand slid down her belly, pressing her back against him, then down between her legs, folding over hers, pressing her own hand harder into her crotch as their soaking bodies rubbed together in the rain.

She pulled her hands from her crotch, her left squeezing her breast and her right going up behind her, around his neck as if to pull their faces closer together. She felt his stiff dick pushing and probing at her ass, and reached behind her with her left and grasped it carefully.

She pulled it between her legs, feeling the long, stiff log pressing up flatly beneath her. She rubbed herself against it, humping back and forward as she sawed the fat prick between her cunt lips. She groaned and sobbed with the intensity of the pleasure that burned through her body.

She twisted his cock upwards, the head pushing at her cunt entrance, then she pushed herself back and his cock slid up into her fuck hole, bringing a gasp of pure bliss from her as she felt her tunnel invaded by the hard, hot, invading fuck tool.

His right hand continued to fondle her cunt, now working around his cock as he humped forward, driving it slowly up and down her cunt tunnel. Her ass cheeks were crushed up against him as their tongues continued to slide and swirl together in mutual passion and lust.

He grasped her leg, high up on the thigh and pulled it up and open, humping harder and harder into her burning twat. She grunted with the force and deepness of the penetration, bowing her back as their mouths locked together and his groin jammed hard against her ass.

He half lifted her, pulling her right leg high as he thrust hard with his groin, driving his cock straight up her cunt box into her belly with each hard thrust. Her wet ass cheeks made a loud slapping sound each time his belly hit them. She hardly heard it with the sounds of their own groans and moans and the continued hiss of the rain pelting down.

She was impaled on his thick, bloated organ as it stabbed straight up into her pussy, jerking her upward with it's powerful thrusting impact. Her mind throbbed and ached with sensory overload as hot fuck energy poured through her. Her cunt spat and sparkled and sizzled and burned as it rode the thick meaty sausage of his cock.

Then he fell forward, barely catching her around the belly as he dropped to his knees. She fell forward then onto her hands and knees, keeping her legs wide and pushing her ass up and out at him. His cock was still buried in her box as he began to thrust furiously into her.

His hammering hips slammed into her raised buttocks with jarring impact, sending her entire body rocking back and forth as his cock became a pistoning blur in her sucking pink tunnel. Her cunt was more open and the penetration more complete now as he drove his cockhead into her cervix with each mighty stroke.

She grunted loudly with each forward thrust, then her breath hissed through her teeth each time his sausage slid back out of her hot hole. Her tits, firm and swollen as they were, hung straight down like twin udders and swayed and bounced furiously as her body humped back and forth.

Animal like sounds of pleasure and bliss escaped her lips as she raced towards her orgasm. The sheer, coarse sexuality, the lewd and carnal and raw bestial aspect of what she was doing, sent her mind spinning upwards into orgasmic bliss. She was utterly wanton, being taken like a she bitch, like a spitting, hissing animal by this big brutal man who was riding her into climax.

His big hands were around her thin waist, completely locking her in place as her rode her with his giant penis. She mewled and then barked, then laughed and then came. She grunted repeatedly, her back arching and her breath locking inside her as she gasped and moaned and shuddered violently.

Her head fell forward and jerked from side to side, her soaking hair whipping around as she drove her ass back against his furious thrusts as hard as she could. The jarring impact against her spine only leant momentum to her howling orgasmic tempest as wave after wave or sexual bliss flooded through her.

Her head fell forward and her arms and legs began to wobble as all her strength was sapped by the cataclysmic fury of her sexual explosion. She groaned and sagged downward, her face crushed into the grass as her arms collapsed beneath her.

Her ass remained high and open as Jack kept his hands tightly around her waist. He locked his fingers tight as he jammed his cock into her soaking cunt slit with terrible fury. His balls were screaming for relief as he felt the tightness of her pink tunnel around his thundering cock spike.

He pounded his dick into her with blinding speed, thrusting his cockhead deep into her belly as he jerked her savagely back to meet each thrust. Then his balls exploded and sizzling wads of cum juice spat out the tip of his cock that was lodged deep inside her guts.

He collapsed forward on top of her, groaning with relief as his cum drained down into her belly and his cock slowly began to soften under the inoxerable pressure of her tight cunt.

It took them a while to recover. Stacie pulled herself out from under him, turned on her back and simply lay there, letting the rain pour down onto her. When the rain began to let up, the two slowly got to their feet and began to make their way back to the little camp.

"Look out!" Jack cried, grabbing her arm and roughly dragging her to a tree. She gasped as she saw a giant wild boar staring them from a few feet away. Jack boosted her into the tree and quickly jumped up beside her as the board charged over and snuffled and growled at the base of the tree.

There were several others, she could see now. They were all wandering around their campsite, sniffing and digging and chewing on whatever caught their fancy.

"Shit! I wish I had my rifle." Jack sighed.

"It's only pigs." she said.

"These aren't pigs, babe. These are wild boars. They can kill you without trying. Their mean and nasty and eat everything in sight."

As if in response the boar slammed his tusks into the base of the tree, snuffling and growling even louder. It had little patience though and wandered back to the camp join the others as they dug through the possessions neatly piled by the long dead fire.

Fortunately, they didn't stay long. Half an hour later, Jack climbed down and carefully made his way into the remnants of their camp. He grabbed his rifle, checked the action and then looked around for the boars.

"You can come down now, Princess. They're gone." he called.

Stacie climbed carefully down from the tree, not wanting to scratch herself up on the rough bark. She hurried into the little camp and looked around in dismay.

"Everything is wrecked!" she cried.

"Not everything. Just most things."

They moved around the camp, looking at their goods, now scattered around randomly. All the food was gone, except for the dried emergency rations which they apparently had not recognized as edible. The tent and sleeping bags were torn apart, as were their clothes. Stacie picked up her ripped up shirt and pants in dismay, looking at the gaping holes in both.

Jack's clothes were only barely intact. The pants were mostly intact, except that one leg had been torn off. The shirt had been torn in two, and had both arms ripped off. Her clothes were rags. The blouse was in three pieces and the pants had been savaged, deep punctures and teeth marks all over, many of them big enough to put her hand through.

"What the fuck do we wear?" She gasped.

"More to the point,w hat do we eat?"

"We can eat the dried rations."

"Even the pigs didn't want those." he snapped. "They must have tasted them before."

The metal tools and devices were the only things to survive relatively unharmed. They managed to recover most of the small dried food packets too.

Jack made do with wearing his pants and no shirt, while Stacie rigged a too-small halter by tying one of his ripped off sleeves around her chest. Then she tied a piece of cord around her waist and managed to tie one end of the other sleeve to the front, slide it down between her legs and tie it to the rear, thus producing a sort of string bikini, more of a thong really, since the back was way to thin to do more than cover her crack.

"We'd still get arrested on the street." She snarled.

"Not me, babe. I'm dressed well enough. You're the one who looks like a beach blanket bimbo."

"Fuck you, Blackthorne! If it hadn't been for you this wouldn't have happened!"

"Me? You're the one who wanted to go out naked in the rain and play nature girl."

"Eat shit and die!"

"I might just wind up doing that!" he snapped, looking disgustedly at the dried ration packets.

Fortunately, she'd tied her boots to a tree branch by the laces, hoping they'd dry out faster. Jack's boots had been mauled, but they were tough and had survived mostly intact. They were wearable anyway.

They set out shortly after dawn, moving slowly now that they had to cut away the brush ahead of them with their machetes rather than simply brushing through in their tough jeans. Still, Stacie's legs kept getting scraped and slapped as they moved along.

The insecticide had survived, so although the bugs continued to fly around them they seldom landed anywhere. Stacie was mulishly determined to continue on of course, no matter what happened. They only had a day of travelling to get to where she thought King Koo Lan's tomb was located.

As they got closer, they had to slow down or stop frequently while she checked her maps and notes. It was during one of their stops that she looked up to see a painted face only feet away. She gasped and Jack turned form enjoying his cigar.

There were at least a dozen Garanga warriors standing around them, all armed with spears and bows.

"Don't make any sudden moves." Jack whispered.

"What do you think I'm going to do, attack?" she hissed.

"Goouelboisdldkueiepallkjd." one of them said.

"Huh?" she asked.

"Theousjdk slkeyey ovoeeue ooveikek khjhdyue." Jack replied.

"You understand this stuff? I thought you didn't know anything about the Garanga." "I don't but I know Kurali and that's what he's talking." he stopped for a moment and talked with the man some more.

"PPidoidid lseei nddyw wwodyy goonga eeinnta meean."

"Kiene aoiud leensy doddyywwy."

"Can you translate." she demanded.

"Shut up!" he hissed. "He doesn't like you talking! Garanga woman supposed to be extremely subservient from what he's saying. Don't say another thing unless you're spoken to!"

She glared back at him but shut her face as he talked again with the warriors. Finally he turned to her and spoke in english.

"We have to go to their village to see their chief."

"Why?"

"Because there's twelve of them and two of us and because we're trespassing on their land."

"Did you explain that we're just..."

"Just looking to dig up some of his ancestors? No. I'm not a damned fool. You mention anything like that and they'll be carving you up for dinner."

"I told you they aren't cannibals."

"I don't wanna take that chance."

They followed the Garanga warriors down a game tail for several miles before they came to their village.

"I don't know why this is here. There aren't supposed to be any villages around here." she grumbled.

"Inaccurate maps in Peru? How amazing." he said, sarcastically.

They were led into the midst of the village, Stacie feeling exposed in her flimsy shirt sleeves, especially as there were no women around. Then she realized what the place was. She slapped Jack's arm and whispered into his ear.

"This isn't a village at all. It' just a temporary hunting camp! My map was right!"

"Yippee." he snapped.

They were led to an old man who sat by a fire in the middle of the camp. About twenty other men gathered around, staring curiously at the two whites. Stacie felt even more exposed as their eyes were obviously looking on her with something more than just curiosity. She remembered something about Garanga culture then, that the men would sometimes be away from their villages for weeks on end when they hunted.

"Youtheyaw coingg akieyls nsisueei." The man who'd spoken to Jack said to the chief. They talked for a minute then the man spoke to Jack again, apparently in Kurali. Jack replied in Kurali and the man then translated into Garanga.

The conversation became agitated and the Chief pointed his finger at Jack several times as he spoke loudly and angrily. Jack turned to Stacie worriedly.

"What's the matter?" she hissed.

"We're trespassing and have to pay a fine or they'll torture us to death."

"So pay them!"

"They don't take money and anyway, we don't have any."

"What do they want?"

"Pigs or cows or goats."

"Offer something else.

"I've offered them everything I got. They don't like anything but the machetes."

"So give them the machetes!"

"They aren't enough. He wants five."

"Tell him we'll bring him back five or ten or fifty."

"They don't give credit!" Then the chief spoke again, and the other man interpreted. Jack looked startled, then turned to look at Stacie.

"What?"

"He's found something he wants."

"Give it to him then!"

"He wants you."

"What?" she squeaked.

"He's willing to let me go in return for my giving him you as a slave for one year. I can come back and get you after that."

"Forget it!"

"We don't have much choice."

"Jack!" she protested.

"Look. I'll have to agree or we'll both be dead in an hour. After dark I can sneak back and get you loose."

"I'm not staying here with them alone!" she cried, appalled and horrified.

"It's either that or getting killed.

"You know what they want me for?!"

"I can guess, but it's either get a dick up your pussy or a spear in your belly. You've survived lots of dicks but I doubt you'll survive a spear."

"I am not staying here!"

"Give me an alternative. Anything at all!" Her mind raced as he spoke to the chief.

"Shut up now. The chief is wondering if you're worth the price since you're obviously disobedient."

"Jack!"

"By tomorrow we can get away from here. Didn't you tell me before that the Garanga are afraid of travelling in the dark?"

"Yes but... "

"Then we can get away then."

"But Jack... " He ignored her, speaking in Kurali to the Garanga. The chief rose and thumped his chest with his fist. Jack imitated him and then slowly backed away, leaving her there.

"Jack!"

"I'll be back. Just don't be disobedient or you might be dead by the time I get here." She watched him go until he disappeared into the bushes, then turned to find more than twenty tall Garanga warriors staring at her.

"Uhhhh. Hi guys." she said, uneasily. "I don't suppose you've got a bunch of washing you want me to do?" They looked back without answering.

"Maybe some chickens needing to be plucked?" she asked, hopefully.

The chief rose and walked slowly over to stand in front of her. His hands plucked at her thin halter and easily slid it up and off her breasts. Her arms rose automatically and covered her chest. Several warriors laughed and the chief cuffed her in the side of the head.

She took her arms down as he looked down at her breasts. Jack was right about one thing. The Garanga men didn't tolerate any arguments from their women. They would tolerate even less from an indentured slave.

They were all staring at her tits with amazed expressions. She figured that was probably because most Garanga women her age would have big drooping tits that fell down to their waists. The Chief put his hand on her right breast and squeezed. She winced but grit her teeth and didn't move.

He said something to the others and then pulled the shirt loose from the cord around her waist, leaving her naked. He ran his hands through her hair, then down between her legs to touch her pussy hair. He seemed to like the color.

Then he turned and began walking towards a bamboo hut. He stopped and turned, then scowled at her and said something that apparently meant "Move your ass." She hesitantly started forward after him and he moved towards the hut again. She followed submissively, her mind agonizing and her body shivering with dread.

The chief pushed through the flap in front of his hut and turned to gaze lustfully at Stacie as she cautiously stepped in behind him. The Chief wasn't in the mood for caution, however. He quickly grabbed Stacie in his surprisingly strong arms and threw her down on the ground on her hands and knees.

He didn't bother to remove his own loincloth, merely lifted it as he dropped to his knees behind her. His hands slid over her rounded buttocks, then down between her legs. He pulled her legs further apart, then gave her pussy a squeeze and laughed in glee. She felt his hard cockhead pushing against her pussy lips, then pushing forward.

She grit her teeth in disgust as she felt the wrinkled old man's thin cock slide between her fuck lips. He latched his bony fingers to her hips and quickly began to pump into her. His cock slid in and out furiously, like she was being fucked by a dog or something.

She had no choice but to kneel there and let him do as he wanted. Her doctorate hardly mattered down here, not when all the men around were a lot more interested in her cunt than her mind. Peru wasn't exactly a liberated country.

The man grunted in a high pitched little squeaky way as his cock pistoned back and forth in her fuck valley. His hands slid over her body, rough and dry as they squeezed and fondled her. They moved down under her chest and began repeatedly squeezing her jerking, swaying tit meat.

His belly slapped and slapped into her ass cheeks as he drove his cock into her. Stacie glared furiously at the ground, hating Jack for leaving her here, even though she knew he couldn't have done anything else. Being the plaything of these ignorant indians was almost like being used by animals.

What made her even madder was that her pussy was obviously heating up. Whatever it was that the other indians had poured down her cunt seemed to have had a lasting effect. Any time something was inserted in her fuck tunnel, her pussy began streaming with girl juices and itching for hard fast pumping.

The Chief fucked and fucked, slowing down and even stopping for times when he seemed on the verge of coming. Stacie was forced to kneel there while he rested, his cock buried in her tight wet pink flesh, his belly pressed against her ass cheeks, and his hands travelling over her body.

Finally though, he picked up speed and held it, humping into her with desperate energy until she felt his skinny prick spray out his semen. Stacie was not the most unbigotted person. When the other indians had fucked her she was doped to the eyeballs.

Now when she felt the Chief's sperm mixing with her own cunt juice, she felt a disgust that would only have been matched had a dog cum in her. She had to fight the urge to run off and have her cunt steam cleaned.

The Chief finished with a satisfied sigh and Stacie felt his copious fuck juice dribbling out between her lips. He must have been storing it up for a while, she thought. Then he belatedly remembered that the Garanga didn't masturbate, considering it a crime.

The Chief stood up then and jerked her up by the arm, hauling her back out of his tent to where the other indians were still waiting. He stopped before them and began talking. Then the others began grumbling, but seemed to come to some kind of agreement.

One of them handed the Chief a spear and then took Stacie by the arm and roughly dragged her off to another, much larger hut. He too, pushed her onto her hands and knees and positioned himself behind her. He muttered something, but she didn't understand it as his cock pushed against her cunt, then thrust into her. She grunted loudly, then sighed as her cunt fever grew greater.

Her cursed pussy began bubbling and sputtering with juice and passion as the man sank his boner fully into it and began to pump into her. His hands gripped her shoulders as he thumped his groin into her buttocks with a steady pounding thrust that made his cock stroke long and even.

His prong rode in and out of her with agonizing slowness. Her fuck hole was sizzling with need, burning for a hot, hard rutting and yet the warrior continued to stroke calmly, not even working up a sweat as his cock slid back and forth.

Sweat broke out on her forehead, then all over her body. She began to tremble and twitch, her ass bumping back at him as he pumped. He slapped her ass hard, making her yelp in pain, then yelled something. She realized he didn't want her disturbing his rhythm and fought to keep still.

He kept up his slow stroking, driving Stacie crazy as her cunt flared and throbbed around his slowly driving shaft. Again her ass began to twist and shake, began humping back against him. Again he slapped her ass hard, the crack of noise resounding through the hut as she yelped and sobbed.

His pumping was a slow torture to her as her entire belly heaved and churned around it. Her skin frazzled and twitched in misery. Stacie felt worse than when she heard fingernails on a blackboard. This was a dozen times worse and it went on and on and on.

She almost cried out in delight when he finally began to pick up the pace. His cock pumped with steadily increasing strokes, jabbing into her now with some velocity. His belly began to slap against her ass cheeks with force, squashing and mashing them as he ground his boner into her fuck hole.

He began to ram his prick into her hard, smashing his cockhead against her cervix as he rutted. His hands remained on her shoulders as he locked her against him and stopped pumping every dozen strokes or so just to ground his belly against her ass and twist his prong within her pink velvet tunnel.

His cock was a pile driver now, driving into her box with furious force that made her gasp and grunt with each terrible stabbing thrust. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened wide. She felt her body shaking and her insides spasming and twisting.

Then she came, grunting and groaning in terrible, helpless passion as her belly and cunt flared and erupted. Her heat and spasming fuck tunnel drew his own orgasm on and he drove his spear into her with ruthless force until his sperm gushed out and down into her womb.

She felt his sizzling seed pouring down her fuck tube and deep into her belly as she gagged and gasped for breath, her chest locked as her body was racked by fiery hot fuck spasms.

She sagged lower, but his hands slid under her and lifted her upwards again, letting her cunt suck the last drop of juice from his sagging boner. Then he sighed and rose, pulling her up after him and out of the hut.

The old man was standing just outside. He had the man's spear beside him. All the other warriors were lined up in front of him, each holding something in their hands. The one in front handed the Chief a pair of animal skins and then pushed forward eagerly and pulled Stacie back into the tent.

She realized abruptly that the Chief was selling her services and that she had, in effect become a prostitute. The man behind her shoved her down even as her mind was sifting through the appalling evidence and trying to muster the appropriate outrage.

Then the man shoved his cock into her belly and began pumping. Unlike the last man this one was too eager for slowness. His cock pounded into her urgently, his belly smashing violently into her ass cheeks while he moaned and grunted behind her.

His cock tore in and out of her with rapid fire strokes that took her breath away and set her pussy to bubbling once again. Her skin crawled at the thought of more indian seed inside her, and yet her cunt was as excited as if she were fucking some great Hollywood sex symbol.

She humped back against his thrusting as he drove his cock deep into her and dropped his load in her belly. She grunted and sighed, squeezing down on her cunt muscles as she drew his gunk from his balls. He rose finally and left.

Stacie stayed in place, groaning slightly. It was only seconds before the next indian came in and dropped to his knees behind her. These guys apparently didn't go in for much in the way of experimentation in sex. All of them wanted her on her knees and all of them took her like that, one after the other.

She came several times, each one making her weaker, each one seeming to grow in power and duration. It had something to do with that shit in her pussy, she knew, but she couldn't understand how or why. All she knew is that each fucking only made her crave more.

Her cunt was bubbling with male semen now. It seemed that quarts of the stuff had been sprayed into her. Still, her pussy was as tight as ever, and just as hot. It burned with desperate desire for more and more cock juice.

Even after all the warriors had taken her, then started over and taken her again, still she was unsatisfied. Her mind was a blazing, dazed hurricane of conflicting emotions and raw, ragged lust. Several of the indians took her a third time and she mewled and grunted and moaned enthusiastically.

It grew dark out finally and the men prepared for sleep. The Chief drew her out of the big hut and brought her back across the camp to his own private hut. Once there, he tied a rope to her neck and tied her hands behind her back. He tied the rope around her neck to his ankle and went to sleep.

Stacie could not fall asleep. Even if she wanted to, she had to stay up for Jack when he came to rescue her. A horrible thought occurred to her, that he might not come, but she tried to put that out of her mind. Worse than worry though, was her cunt, which was still steaming and burning with fuck-need.

She couldn't even jerk off with her hands tied behind her. She tried though. She pulled herself up so she was kneeling in the corner of the hut, then tried to grind her cunt down on her heel. She mashed and twisted her heel against her pussy mouth, mewling and whimpering with pleasure as her heel squashed and ground against her cuntlips.

Instead of bringing relief, it only seemed to make her need grow. She was gasping for breath, her entire body trembling with arousal. She crawled across to where a the Chief had left his spear and lay on her back with it's butt between her legs.

She seized the thing between her two feet and awkwardly raised it up and pulled it towards her cunt. She drew her legs back, pulling the spear butt against her pussy, then slowly sliding it inside. She whimpered with bliss as she slowly pulled the thick wooden shaft into her boiling cunt hole.

She half lifted it off the ground as she held it tightly in her toes and began to pump it in and out of her boiling fuck hole. Her cries of pleasure grew greater and greater, despite her efforts to keep quiet, and she woke the Chief.

He yawned and looked over at her, then his eyes opened wide and he cursed violently. He jerked his foot back, drawing the rope tight around her throat. He took the rope off his foot and stood up, jerking the spear out of her cunt and reversing it so the blade was pointed towards her.

She belatedly remembered that it was a crime to jerk off as the Chief furiously raised the spear and brought it down against her. She rolled quickly and the blade sank into the dirt. The Chief cursed and pulled it free, turning towards her again. She crawled out of the hut with the Chief stomping after her.

He kicked her in the side, knocking her over onto her back, then raised the spear again. Then his eyes widened and he sank to his knees. Jack appeared behind him, holding a knife, it's blade shining wet with blood. The Chief dropped dead onto his face as Jack grabbed Stacie by the arm and pulled her to her feet.

He quickly untied the rope from her neck, cut her hands free and began to hurry away, dragging her with him. They made it clear of the camp without an alarm being sounded and moved quickly down a game trail. Fortunately, Stacie was still wearing her boots. The indians hadn't bothered to remove them.

They had only been running for ten minutes when Stacie halted, pulling back against him.

"Wait! Wait!" she gasped.

"You can't be tired already!" he snapped. "They'll be after us at dawn!"

"I have to... have to..."

"You can rest later!" She dropped to her knees and turned around, showing him her cunt and ass.

"Fuck me!" she panted.

"What!?"

"Fuck me! I can't go on! You have to fuck meeee!"

"Jesus Christ!"

"Please!" she whined.

He dropped to his knees and pulled out his cock. It wasn't hard but rubbing it back and forth between her cuntlips for a few seconds made it bloat out and harden rapidly. He punched it into her fuck tunnel and began to rut into her as she whimpered and moaned and grunted in delirious pleasure.

"Harder! OH HARDER!" she cried, jamming her cunt back on his plunging fuck wand.

He cursed and pounded his cock into her, his hand sliding down and rubbing furiously at her clit. She yowled and moaned and shook violently, her head bucking up and down like a horse as her body quivered with sexual energy. She came, her entire cunt blasting out like a volcano.

She screamed, a long, drawn out cry of wondrous pleasure. Her body was consumed by ecstasy, sexual heat blasting through her with terrifying force. Jack's cock was almost torn lose by her violent orgasm and he found his cum sucked straight out of his balls as he came with her.

The bucked and ground together for long minutes until she finally collapsed and he fell atop her. Then they rested for a while before Jack finally got to his feet and weakly pulled her up after him.

"We gotta get movin'." he panted.

"I... I know." she gasped.

They moved on, Jack leading. Eventually the found a small river and Jack led her onto a small raft he had built. They sat down, Stacie feeling the cool water ease the burning in her cunt as they travelled quickly downriver.

By dawn they were miles away and the Indians had no way of tracing them. They moved into the hills along the route the King's coffin was supposed to have taken centuries before. Stacie's fuck lust had eased by then, though Jack had had to fuck her twice more during the night, and she was able to check over her notes.

"Look for a mountain with three peaks." she said.

"Huh?"

"A mountain with three peaks."

"You mean like that one?" he pointed.

"That's it!"

They moved the raft to shore and got off. Now Jack had to hurry to keep up with her as they quickly moved up the side of the gently rising mountain. Half way up towards the center peak there was a small cave. Stacie rushed in despite Jack's warning.

She had to stop however. This cave had no phosphorescent lighting. It would have been unusual if it had, for it was obviously not a natural cave. Jack came up behind, carting both of their packs and pulled a pair of lanterns from out of his. Once they were lit, Stacie rushed forward again.

"I can't believe it's open like this!" she cried. "We don't even have to dig."

Sure enough the artificial cave moved smoothly downward without any breaks or cave-ins. They emerged in a great huge cavern. In the center of the cavern was a kind of alter. It was a round stone with a tall carved stone pillar leaning to one side. There was a kind of spike or spigot coming out of the top side of the pillar. It was about a foot long and almost as thick as a baseball bat.

As they approached the thing a great blast of steam hissed out from the spigot thing. It hissed up like a steam hose for almost a full minute, then abruptly stopped.

"Like old faithful." Jack mused.

"The door to the tomb is supposed to be right behind it."

They moved around the thing and found the door. It too was open. They moved in and stopped, watching the light glitter off the carved images and giant stone tombs and statues.

"Wow!" Jack sighed.

"Isn't this amazing?" she shook her head. "The state of preservation is phenomenal."

"What a find!"

"I'll be famous! We'll both be famous!"

"NO. I'll be famous." They turned around and saw a man standing behind them, holding a gun in his hand.

"Schultz!" she gasped.

"You have certainly had an eventful trip, my dear." he grinned. "I only wish I could have watched from a lesser distance. However, I do appreciate what I see now." She reddened and covered herself with her arms.

"Why were you following us?" she glared.

"Because I knew you must have been on to something for Daddy to give you the money for this trip. I figured I'd follow along and see."

"This is my discovery."

"I don't want the discovery you stupid girl. I grew sick of archaeology almost from the moment we began doing that dirty work in Egypt. Though you had considerably more pleasure at it of course." He turned and gave Jack a grin.

"If you're not interested in the find, why are you here?"

"Idiots!" he laughed. He moved forward, carefully going around them and over to one of the statues. He plucked a giant ruby from it's right eye, then took another from it's left.

"Hey! You can't do that!" she cried.

"Watch me." He proceeded to strip diamonds, rubies, emeralds and gold from the other statues, dropping them all into a sack.

"This stuff is worth millions." he snickered.

He turned just as Jack brought his own gun out and fired, hitting him in the head and throwing him back against the wall. Stacie screamed and Schultz ran over and hit her in the side of the head with the gun barrel, knocking her down too.

"I've got these." he panted, his eyes maniacal. "I think I'll take some of what everyone else in this country has gotten." He then dropped on his knees between his spread legs and pulled his erection out. He dropped on top of the weakly struggling woman and pushed his cock into her fuck hole, then began to wildly rut down into her.

"Ooohhhh Yesssss Soffftttt! Tiihgghhhht!" He humped into her savagely, grunting and panting for breath as his prick slammed into her pussy

"Stupid little whoooore!" he groaned. "At least you're good for something!" he grunted, jamming his cock, balls deep into her crotch and spraying his juice into her pink hole.

"Bastard!" she groaned.

"Think so, bitch?" he grinned. He rose, grabbed her by the hair and dragged her after him out into the giant cavern. He pulled her towards the alter thing and then forced her up onto the stone, straddling the leaning pillar.

"Sit down on that, whore!"

"I... I can't!" she gasped.

"You can take a fucking log up that slutty wet hole of yours."

"But the steam... "

"Will fry you." he giggled, shoving her against it and jamming her cunt against the hollow tube like opening. He pushed down on her shoulders, bringing more and more pressure against her aching cunt lips. She screamed, feeling her cunt torn open as she slowly sank down onto the thick spigot.

The stone tube forced her cunt further open than it had ever been, stretching and threatening to tear her elastic cunt tube open as it slowly pushed up into her. Schultz wasn't satisfied and didn't let up until her ass was resting on the pillar, her cheeks split by the round stone.

The full foot of the spigot was up in her belly as she quivered with pain and shock. Schultz then tied her wrists around the pillar and tied another rope around her belly, locking her against the stone pipe.

"When that steam comes shooting out again it's gonna boil you alive from the inside out." he giggled.

"Too bad I won't be here to see it but I gotta go with all my new found wealth. Hope you enjoy yourself." He dropped down and ran out of the cavern then, leaving her straddling the pillar, impaled on the stone spigot.

Already, she could feel her cunt heating up with the seeping vapours from the mouth of the spigot. She twisted herself from side to side, trying to pull herself up and off the tube, but the rope around her belly kept her in place.

She was too high up the leaning pillar for her feet to even touch the ground so she had no way of pushing herself up like that. She brought her feet up and set them against the side of the pillar, trying to shove herself upwards, but again the rope held her tightly against the stone spigot.

All she was doing was twisting and jerking her cunt around the stone tube, and sending burning fuck energy through her veins. She whimpered and groaned, feeling the fuck need taking over her body even though she was in deadly danger.

"NOoooooo!" she moaned, her attempts at figuring out a way out of this overcome by the sizzling arousal blowing through her tortured body. Her feet dropped back down, dropping her full weight on the pillar so she was once again riding it like a horse, though a very thin horse.

She found herself grinding herself back and forth against the rough stone, squeezing her clit against the tube as she tried to hump up and down on it. She knew that at any moment the steam could come spewing out of the tube. With her body firmly covering it, the steam would boil her, literally. It would melt her body until it forced a way through, until she was ripped open and boiling under it's superheated pressure.

Still, she kept grinding herself against the long fat stone spigot rather than trying to figure a way out.

Jack stumbled from the tomb, holding his hand to his head.

"Son of a bitch!" he moaned. His head was bleeding, but it was apparently only a flesh wound. He looked groggily at Stacie, then stumbled towards her.

"Get off that!" he sighed, blinking in dizziness.

"C... can't." she groaned. He fumbled with the knife and cut her wrists loose, then cut the rope around her waist.

"I'm gonna get that fucker." he hissed, staggering across the cavern after Schultz.

Stacie slowly eased herself upward, slowly pulling her tightly stretched cunt up the length of the stone pipe. Her cunt spasmed harder and harder, squeezing down and sucking on the stone spigot as it rasped over her clit.

She gasped and fell back down, fully impaled on the thing again. She groaned, rubbing against it. She could feel the pressure building in the thing, could sense the rumbling coming up from the ground. Once again, she brought her feet up onto the pillar and began to pull herself up off the tube, groaning and straining, gritting her teeth against the awesome pressure of her own sucking womb as it sought to draw the stone spigot even deeper, resisting her upward movement.

She straddled the narrow pillar, her two feet almost pressed together beneath her as she pushed herself inch by inch up the spigot, slowly drawing her cunt off it. Then her right foot slipped and she fell crashing back down onto the rounded pillar. It smashed into the base of her spine, stunning her as her cunt was stabbed, impaled by the stone tube.

She cried out, her body shaking madly a she straddled the pillar. Her body began to burn and burn and then she came, shaking and quivering and rutting furiously up and down, riding the pillar like a horse, bucking up and down with terrible force.

She bounced up and down on the round pillar, fucking herself on the stone spigot, using it as a giant dildo as she came and came and came. Cum drooled out of her cunt. It dripped down into the tube, sizzling against the hot heat inside it.

She felt the rumbling growing louder and harder and knew she had only seconds before the steam blasted out of the hollow tube, yet still she grunted and mewled and whimpered in pleasure, sliding her cunt up and down it's long length as she cried out in ecstasy.

Then she finally collapsed, her back bowing as she fell backwards with gravity. Her body was still impaled by the foot long pillar as she leaned way back on the thing, her head falling back, her legs hanging loose and wobbling and twitching.

The steam began to puff out of the hollow tube and her cunt burned with pain. The pain grew to terrible proportions, finally rousing herself from her orgasmic stupor. She slowly brought her feet together against the pillar and pried her cunt up and off the spigot, tumbling backwards onto the floor just as the steam exploded out of the tube in a ten foot high blast of boiling heat.

She lay sprawled on the stone floor, her eyes crossed as she watched the steam grow higher and higher, disappearing into the blackness far above her. Her cunt felt like it had been burned beyond recover, the pain seeping through her.

There was the sound of gunfire in the distance, echoing down the length of the tunnels leading to the cavern, but it was long minutes before she could get to her feet and stand shaking, her back propped against the stone pillar.

Jack came back into the cavern, holding Schultz's bag and grinning.

"So who's discovery is it now?" he smiled, holding the bag in the air and shaking it.

Weeks later dozens of men were standing around the pillar listening to Stacie as she lectured them about King Koo Lan and his clan, and the findings of her explorations into the tunnel complex. Still, even as she basked in their admiration, she couldn't help gazing over at the spigot from time to time. Each time she did, her pussy gave a little twitch.

She was cured of the terrible fuck longings that the indians had given her. The steam had done it no doubt. Still, she was finding that even without it, she was a far happier person when she had a cock inside her than she ever would have believed possible.

Jack was standing in the background behind the crowd and she gave him a knowing smile, anticipating the fun they would have that night. He winked in return.

To Be Continued