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