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.

The End