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Tribal Captive (Rook10 and Goddess)

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In the jungles of Brazil near an off shoot of the Amazon River it has been rumored that tribe of aboriginals remains untouched by the outside world. In an attempt to confirm the existence of and make contact with this natives a team of anthropologists and their guide have ventured into the thick rain-forest with no real weaponry to speak of other than their machetes.

The group has traveled for three days and there has been no sign of any sort of civilization other than the disconcerting absence of many known species native to the region. On the fifth day they have entered a valley and set up camp on a high flat space at it's edge. The group is tired and must consider turning back before they run out of supplies.

Their guide says that this valley is avoided by locals and is storied to be cursed as the area around it is occupied by few animals and anyone who has tried to settle here disappears without a trace.
 
Ema Alegrio was the youngest person in the group and the only female. At 25, she was a graduate student for one of the professors working in the area, and despite her academic prowess, she was probably picked because of her looks. The only female in the tired group, she wore baggy jeans and a tank top, along with combat boots. Her jacket laid on the ground by her feet, since they were now in the tree shade and the humidity was suffocating, and it made her white, sweat-soaked tank top cling to her tanned, freckly skin, the outline of her white-colored bra obvious. Her hair, long and brunette and wavy, was tied back in a long, thick braid and topped with a messenger boy hat, and her hazel, almond-shaped eyes were covered behind a pair of cheap sunglasses.

Calmly, Ema took off her hat and wiped her brow with sweat, walking around the area. She notices some footprints, human and barefooted. "Guys, I think we're close~!" she yelled, waving an arm to call their attention. "These are pretty fresh, no more than a few hours! We must be nearby!"
 
Night began to fall as the group inspected the tracks and followed them into the jungle. It was in this dying light that the first spear flew through the air and impaled their guide through the chest. He fell to the ground dying if not already dead. It all happened so fast after that. several more spear flew and men covered in war paint rushed forward with clubs as they attacked the group. Out numbered and without weapons of their own it was moments before they were all dead except Ema who was now surrounded. The tribal warriors seemed intrigued by her shape and took hold of her trying to tie her hands with rope so that they could drag her away into the jungle.
 
As the first spear flew into their guide, Ema let out a loud scream. The shock, however, didn't last long and as the spears kept coming her team darted into a run, but it was to no avail. The young woman could hear her heart pounding in her eardrums as she grew to a halt, looking to all directions and finding the strange, painted men surrounding her. Just as she was trying to assess the situation, they grabbed her hand.

"Let-go-of-me" she grunted, trying to pull away, but the man's pull was too strong. She was not exactly the most active woman and today had been a long day of travel, so by now she was also tired and hungry, which further hindered her chances. Even as they tried dragging her off, she pulled, squatting to try to make a bigger pull. "Let-me-GO!"
 
There were several men around her so they just grabbed her legs and tied them as well. The warriors gathered up the bodies and the group's items then ventured into the jungle, dragging Ema behind them. Sometime later they emerged into a small clearing with a high canopy of trees. There were about a dozen small huts as well as a large fire pit in the middle. Children and women came running to greet the hunting party. Yelling and shouting in their own language. They all kept their distance from the strange girl though, unsure if she was dangerous or not. The men dragging her took her to a post stuck in the ground between two of the larger huts and tied her to itso that she would hang there, her arms over her head.
 
Despite the forceful journey, Eva tried to keep calm, or as calm as one could in such a situation, taking deep long breaths in an effort to calm herself down. She was shaking, shuffling as she tried to loosen herself, but despite the fight, she looked around. It seems like, despite it all, she had found what she had meant to find, and the reports and local legend were true. They seemed to employ men as their hunters, but from where she was she couldn't see if it was an agricultural community or not. Noting the difference in sizes if the huts, she guessed they also had some kind of caste system.

As she was finally tied, still heaving, she tried one hard pull on the rope, but it wouldn't budge. "Chief? Chefe? Jefe?" She tried in multiple languages, hoping for some response.
 
The tribe huddled around her, examine her strange clothes as she yelled. One yanked at her pony tail roughly until the hair tie came out. Another tried to grab at her boots. Eventually an elderly man with a bone piercing through his nose and a large walking stick came towards her. The group parted the let him through. This was their Cheif. He came close and peered at Ema as if evaluating her.
 
Ema wasn't exactly delighted at being tugged at, struggling and kicking and yelping. She grit her teeth as they pulled on her hair and shook her head as it was let lose. The end of her braid flared up, but most of her hair was somewhat in place, save for a few lose strands now framing her face. As they pulled on her feet, she pulled back, the boots too tightly fastened to be let lose.

As the tribe made way for their chiftain, she tilted her head back to better look at him. She guessed this was the chieftain and she maintained eye-contact. She wasn't sure if that was a show of defiance or respect in this culture, but it'd be the best to guess her intentions.
 
The Chief continued to examine her. Clicked out a few words in their language and someone handed him a sharpened stone. He held the primitive knife in front of Ema's face so that she could see how sharp it was then placed it lightly on her collar. After a moment the stuck his walking stick into the ground and took hold of her shirt, cutting it with the knife right down the middle so that it only hung from her arms and her bra and stomach were revealed. Perplexed, the Chief poked at her bra and then at the exposed breast above and then back at the bra. He clicked a few more words and then took hold of the bra and cut it in the center, ripping it away to expose her bare chest. One of the children picked it up off the ground and ran away with it laughing.
 
Her eyes went wide as she saw the sharpened stone. It wasn't exactly as sharp as a knife, but it was still cause for worry. Her nostrils flared and her heartbeat spiked, but she tried not to move, not until he cut open her shirt.

"Hey, what are you doing? Stop that! Para, para!" she shouted, as she shimmied when the man poked at her chest. She closed her eyes as he pulled on the bra and grit her teeth, feeling her chest free in the air. "Shit... What do you want me for, dammit?"
 
He turned to the crowd an shouted a few more words. An elderly woman hobbled up, her hair graying in her old age. She came forward and took hold of Ema's breast, squeezing it, weighing it in her hand, pinching the nipple. She then did the same with the other one and mumbled some more gibberish. One of the hunters spoke up and made kicking motions with two of his fingers. The woman nodded and mumbled some more words. A younger woman approached with a wooden bowl full of some kind of liquid, she held it up to Ema's mouth, trying to get her to drink.
 
"Hey, what are you doing? What are you doing? No!" Ema tried to use her legs as best as she could to push herself back, her body straight against the pole, her nose flaring and her cheeks flushed. She had no idea what they were doing, but considering what they were doing, it was a good chance they were trying to gauge her fertility or the like and to stop her fighting. A body like hers was probably unusual if not completely unseen in the tribe. Do to her bra use, her breasts were perkier than most, but not only that, they were also bigger. Her skin was lighter than the people there, specially under her bra, which never saw the sun, where it was almost white.

The liquid they were trying to get her to drink was likely something to calm her down or to make her fertile. Whatever the case, she tried to resist, upturning her nose and trying to look away, but the girl finally got her to drink. Immediately, she tried to cough away.
 
The elder lady made soothing sounds and stroked Ema's hair. It was the first time since being captured that anyone had actually treated her like a person instead of a thing. The liquid was a mixture of herbs and and fruits to make her more relaxed. After a few minutes Ema should be feeling completely loose. It was only then that the men were able to remove her boots, her pants, and the rest of her shirt. She now stood there completely naked and the elder began inspecting her hips, her buttocks, and slid two fingers into her sex, feeling around inside then pulling them out and sniffing them. She then held the same hand in the air and said something to the crowd who all raised their hands and cheered. The men with big smiles on their faces.
 
Far from relax her, the elder lady's touch put Ema on edge. She knew this was out of pity, trying to let her know this was normal and that it was how things were done here. The hyperventilating young woman could feel her body becoming limp, her senses begin to distort. She felt herself slide down the pole, held up only by her binds. She still could vaguely feel what was being done to her, but she could do nothing but mutter incomprehensible complaints, her mouth opening and closing like a fish.
 
The camp became busy with activity then. Wood was gathered and a fire was stars in the center not far from Ema's post. There was singing and dancing. Clearly some religious or cultural ritual was taking place as the young men, maybe sixteen, were painted ornately. The wrestling near the fire, the old men cheering their sons in as they pushed one another to the ground. Food was eaten and some fruit was brought to Ema and fed to her by a child as the night went on.
 
As the night went on, the drugs effect began to lessen, her senses returning to normal, but her body was still feeling the exhaustion of a long day and a lot of turmoil. Weary and sore, she shifted back a little, pushing her ass against the pole that held her and hanging her head. Right now, this all was too much to take in. From what she could tell, they were likely going to use her for a fertility ritual, or as a sacrifice to ensure a long life to those young men. She decided not to deny the fruit, clumsily eating without the use of her hands. She had to wait and see if she could have any hopes of surviving the night
 
Eventually the wrestling stopped and the young men were lined up in front of Ema. The strongest was first with every consecutive adolescent having performed worse. There were five in all. The chief came up to each one and said a chant over them before gesturing towards Ems with his staff and then walking away. The first boy approached Ema, his body paint dirty and smudged from his fighting. He reached forward and began to fondle Ema's large breasts as the rest of the village watched intently.
 
She certainly could have guessed what was going to happen, but seeing five young men in front of her still picked her breath. Her eyes looked over the body of the young man in front if her, looking at his taut body and his dirty, smudged body. She'd seen them fight and tumble, halfway guessing the order of the file.

Tired, groggy and barely conscious, she shuffled, trying to pull her body away from the young man's touch. "No, stop that! Deja!"
 
The young man did not stop though, instead he continued to stroke her breasts as his manhood began to grow before her eyes. He then squatted and wrapped his arms over Ema's thighs and under her buttocks, lifting her up off the ground and just above his now throbbing erection. He was about to enter her when one of the women called out in a teasing voice. The young man turned his head and then looked back at Ema. He changed his grip so that his hands were under her thighs as he crouched to where he would be eye level with her groin. He tentatively licked her once, twice, and then the third time he didn't stop licking her, deciding that he liked the taste of a woman as he played his tongue across her clit and labia.
 
Ema's lips parted as she saw the growing erection on the young man before her. Moans escaped her as he touched her, but her struggling didn't stop until the young man's tongue began licking her pink deep parts. She began to feel wet, horny, and despite not wanting it, she began to loosen up and thrust her hips, her thighs moving closer to his head as her back dropped with her weight
 
The young man held onto her hips, keeping her level with him so that he could continue to assault her pussy. After a few more minutes of stimulation he decided that she was plenty wet and so re-positioned himself so that his cock was pressed against her entrance. There was jeering for the crowd as he pushed forward, forcing his way into Ema's pussy all the way until he was buried to the hilt. Taking in all the new sensations he stood there for a moment, unmoving. Then with a shout he pulled out and thrust back into her and repeated the motion with increasing force. He was not being tender but instead very rough, using Ema more than making love to her.
 
Despite the attempt at pleasing her and loosening her up, when the young man shoved his cock into her so brashly, it hurt, making her tighten in pain. Her moans of pain could be confused as moans of pleasure, though, and she gripped the chains that kept her in place in an attempt to get some support from something other than the young man raping her. Despite being tight, her pussy was wet, but it was still painful, being used like a cocksleeve. "No! Let me go! Let me go!" she cried, barely having the strength to try to shuffle out of it.
 
Her cries fell on deaf ears as the young man continued to thrust into her with abandon. He had no real rhythm, no tricks or special moves. He was just pounding into her as fast as he could. His hard cock spreading her insides apart as it pistoned in and out of her. Eventually his balls began to tighten and his face contorted in strain as he erupted inside of her, spraying her inner walls with thick, creamy sperm. He stood there for a moment, recovering, until he finally pulled out and turned to face the crowd raising a fist and letting loose a high pitched shout of victory and success. The crowd returned his shout and he was clapped on the back and guided away from Ema. Then the next young man stepped up in front of her.
 
As she was used in such a rough, painful way, she kept losing the energy to struggle after such a long day. Being left flooded with cum and used like an orifice, in front of the whole town, she couldn't stop her eyes from watering, clinging tightly to the rope as she slumped down, whimpering. Even as the man before her had finished, there was another taking his place, and with pleading eyes, she whispered. "Please..."
 
The new man in front of her had no intention of not taking his turn. This was his passage into man-hood! Still he had a different focus than the one before. He couldn't take his eyes off of Ema's breasts! They were so much larger and rounder than the other females' and her creamy flesh looked so inviting and delicious! He stepped forward and took one in each hand, sucking the nipple of one while squeezing and rubbing the other. His hard member rubbed against her stomach as he played with her, enamored with her body type and the fertility it represented.
 
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