A Journey To The Amazon free porn video

Part 1

By: Dinomagick ([email protected])

Codes: [MF, M/F, wife, jungle, tribe, captive, cuckold, bd, nc, reluc, mc, intr, rom, preg+++]


Description:
“After winning the lottery on their wedding day, a newly-wed husband and wife decide to go to the Amazon to learn what it is like to live as the native tribes do. What they thought would be an epic adventure of discovery, turns into something much different than either of them could have possibly imagine.”


Disclaimer:
This is a purely fictional adult fantasy story meant for entertainment purposes only and does not reflect the views or opinions of the author. Any connection with real people and events is purely coincidence. (As well as being somewhat disturbing). There are sexual acts in the story which are very graphic and not meant for young readers please keep adult content from under-aged persons.




“Luckiest day of our lives”
The luckiest day of our lives happened when my beautiful new wife, Amanda, and I won the lottery from tickets that were given to us as a wedding present. After we had given some of the winnings to our faithful friends and loving families, we bought a nice ranch deep in the desert of Arizona, away from everyone and then furnished it with all the wealth and goodness we had grown up with. There was still a lot of money left over, so we took the rest of the winnings and invested it.

I figured my wife and I could live off the interest from the investments alone and never have to work meaningless jobs ever again. Even after all of that, there was still a lot of money left over. So Amanda and I tried to come up with something unique and challenging to do before we started our new lives together.

What we decided on would change our lives forever.

Beyond the jokes we made and after giving it a lot of thought along with more laughter and goofing around we suddenly became serious when we both absolutely agreed on the idea of going to the Amazon Jungle to live with one of the indigenous tribes for several years. We also swore to each other that the only way we were going to do it was to go all the way or not at all, in order to appreciate the hardships the tribal natives endured before we fully indulged ourselves in our new found wealth.

My wife and I met when were in school. She was a soccer player and I ran track. One day, while I was training for a race, a soccer ball rolled in to my running lane and I stopped to get it. Just as I was about to toss it off the track, this tall, beautiful girl came over and asked me for the ball. I took one look at her and fell hopelessly in love. Amanda said that I froze when she came up to me and thought it was funny, but when she looked in to my eyes, she knew I was the one for her. Her hair was long and almost a golden-brown, with subtle highlights that framed her face and much darker at the ends. Because she was quite tall, just a shy over six-foot, she had the longest legs of any girl at school, which was probably why she played soccer.

The sexiest part of Amanda’s tall frame was of course her tight, well-rounded, heart-shaped ass. Not to say that her modest, but lusciously perky breasts weren’t just as wonderful, but I’m a ‘butt-man’ so obviously they took a very close second place. Firm and round, her breasts were the size of grapefruits and you couldn’t help but notice how they bounced when she jogged. However, when she was running at full speed, the only thing you would notice was a blur because the woman could move.

I, on the other hand, ran a lot of long-distance and cross-country, so I didn’t have the speed that Amanda did. I’m right at six-foot three, around a hundred-ninety pounds with a toned and well-muscled core. Though she always inferred that I had the best butt of any guy she knew, I had to take her word for it.

Throughout high school, much to the chagrin of the other boys, she and I were totally inseparable. Amanda was the hottest girl I, or those other boys had ever seen and she had chosen me over them. The best part of being with her was that there were no ‘ups and downs’ in our relationship, only ‘ups’. Oh, we had our disagreements, just like any other couple, but the fact that we talked about them instead of storming off in disgruntled anger, made us closer and able to come up with compromises that we both agreed on.

Everyone knew that one day we were going to get married. And sure enough, a year after she graduated, we tied the knot. Amanda was just a few months shy of her twentieth birthday and I had just turned twenty one. We had both come from fairly well-off families and neither of us ever had to want for anything. We had a grand wedding, with a beautiful church, lots of friends and family and the dress Amanda wore, was by far the most beautiful wedding dress on the most beautiful woman.

The lottery tickets were more of a incidental gift than any of the other more traditional and aesthetically pleasing ones that we were given during the reception, so it was a few days after the wedding that we found out we had actually won over one-hundred and sixty million dollars!!

Now we were considering the exciting idea of learning how to live without comfort and luxury. We both wanted to prove that not only could we live on our own, without falling to our wealth to support us, but that we could also survive without the comforts of modern life and at the same time show everyone how strong we really were.

In order to prepare for such an enormous change in our lives, we first took care of all the legal work at home to insure that all of our new investments were secure and that if anything happened to us on our great adventure, both our families would be well taken care of. Amanda’s mom, Janice, was really the only one that honestly was excited for us, she gave us a lot of encouragement and support while everyone else, MY family included, thought we were nuts.

Since Janice was divorced from Amanda’s dad and was supporting our plan, we asked her to move into our big new house and to take care of it while Amanda and I explored the jungles of South America.

We were both young and confident, but we were also very much in love, and the life we had been living didn’t seem to fit our unique personalities. Even with all the wealth, we couldn’t think of anything we wanted anymore. To put it simply, we were already bored with our current lives. Now, we were rich and very bored.

We weren’t looking for some guided tour through a well-travelled jungle trail somewhere in South America; No, we wanted to become totally immersed in the life of one of the Amazonian tribes and we wanted it to be just us alone with them. The first thing we did was make a promise to follow whatever culture or custom the tribe we ended up choosing was, no matter what.

With some of the leftover money from our lottery winnings, we purchased all the minor equipment that we needed to get us to where we were going. Food that wouldn’t go bad in the humid, jungle environment, some medical gear in case we got bit or injured and some clothing that was designed for the jungle that we would be living in for several years. Just the bare necessities that people not accustomed to the harsh jungle conditions needed until we became acclimatized and our bodies would be able to handle things better.

Thanks to my mother-in-law, Janice, she made us realize that Amanda and I could possibly be bringing germs and illnesses that the tribe had never come in contact with, so we made sure we got all of our shots and brought lots of antibiotics and stuff with us, just in case. It was outside of our envisioned plan of being totally independent of our modern world lives, but it would be our responsibility if the natives got sick and died from contact with us.

After that had been taken care of, we trained hard and got our bodies in the best physical condition either of us had ever been in.

My wife and I then started our research using the internet at first then headed to the libraries and bookstores. We were extremely excited with the idea of going away to some remote part of the world for a few years and wanted to make sure that it was going to be the most epic journey of our lives.

Once Amanda and I thought we’d done enough background research, we read books on Brazil, Bolivia and Peru to learn more about the various indigenous tribes in those regions and tried to learn at least some of the basics of the varied languages and cultures that existed. We honestly had no idea there were so many of those tribes and how many of them still had only limited to no contact with the modern world.

After all of the learning, the weeks of research and many long hours of studying the geography of several areas, Amanda and I found the tribe that we could discover things about that had never been documented before. Essentially, we were going to be living our lives as amateur anthropologists, so we wanted to live like them in every way.

Each tribe we researched had their own laws and Indigenous Territories that they lived in, which are much like Native American Indian Reservations, and had their own laws that governed them, outside the laws of the country in which they resided.

Through all of the research we’d done, Amanda and I finally selected a practically undocumented tribe called the Attanawa, which were deep in the southwestern jungles of Brazil that bordered close to Peru. The tribe had almost no contact with the ‘outside’ world we lived in and any information we’d found on them was sketchy at best. Only one other tribe, called the Akashi, even knew where the Attanawan tribe was located.

We also found out that the Attanawan’s spoke a particular and hard to understand mixed dialect of Akashi and another tribe called the Nautita. All the research we had found on the Nautita, which wasn’t much at all, said that tribe had been more like a neo-narcissistic autocracy with a godlike chieftain, but it had apparently disappeared or had been absorbed into many neighboring tribes four or five decades ago.

It took us about four months alone; just to come up with the possible basics of the Attanawan language before we felt ready to finally go find the tribe we hoped would allow us to stay with them for a few years.

Over all, it took us just over a year of planning, research, physical training and gathering of all the gear we were going to take with us before it finally came time to leave on our Amazon adventure.


Part 2

Our journey began when we arrived in Sau Paulo, Brazil. The arrangements we made were already in place and ready to go the moment we landed. We stayed in a motel the first night, to recuperate from the long flight, and the next day we met with a member of the Brazilian Forestry Service, who would take us westward through the Guyana Shield Region, the largest rainforest reserve in the country, and into the Amazon basin where he had already made contact with a native guide that would take us even further west and outside the boundary of the reserve.

It took my wife and me close to a month of hard travel through the jungle before we finally came upon a small river of the Juruá tributary off of the main Amazon River, deep in a semi-mountainous region near the borders of Brazil and Peru.

We were very thankful to the forest ranger for securing an Akashi guide to bring us through the vast reserve and to the river. Not many travelers, especially white people, went beyond the reserve. Once we got to the river, the guide told us that he was pretty sure that the lands on the other side of the small river belonged to the Attanawa, but that was all he knew of where the elusive tribe was. Other than seeing an Attanawan on the other side of the river a time or two, he didn’t know of anyone who ventured across the river, or had seen any Attanawan’s on this side, so he couldn’t tell us much about them.

When we thanked him, the guide looked first at me and then at Amanda and shook his head. “I think you white people are crazy for going there. Very crazy.” He mumbled in Akashi, whilst his gaze went from me, to my wife and then rested on the other side of the small river. I followed his gaze to the other side of the river, admiring the tall trees and the rocky shoreline but before I could turn around and ask him what he had meant by what he said, he had already disappeared back into the thick jungle.

I looked over to Amanda. “Where’d he go?” I asked her.

She looked around and shrugged back at me. “I didn’t even see him go. I have no idea.” She gave another shrug “Ooooh Spooky.” She said sarcastically.

The guide left the backpack he had been carrying for us, and Amanda and I took it and dropped the rest of our gear near a group of trees by the edge of the tree line and the rocky shoreline.

Excited about finally being here, my wife and I quickly made our camp under the small copse of trees and enjoyed the blissful quiet of the cool jungle afternoon. While we were traveling through the Akashi lands we noticed that the air there was thicker, warmer and more humid. By comparison, here by the little river, we were at a higher elevation and the air wasn’t as dense and much cooler.

Because of the cooler and dryer temperature, we weren’t assaulted by as many insects and the jungle sounds around us were quiet, almost serene. The water in the little river was crystal clear, refreshingly cool and not very deep. Snow melt from the mountains in the far distance was more than likely the source of the river’s rushing water. The bottom of the river was covered with smooth rounded rocks and not like the muddy, murky streams and rivers we’d come across earlier in the denser parts of the jungle.

Amanda walked along the shore of the little river to admire the pristine water flowing in it. She was fascinated by all the different things we had come across on our journey and always had to stop and investigate something that interested her, which was also most of the reason it had taken so long to get here.

Suddenly, she slipped and fell into the little river with a splash. Before I could react to it, Amanda quickly stood up, dripping wet. “I’m okay! I’m okay!” She said reassuringly.
“Shit! This fucking water’s cold!” She gasped.

As soon as I saw that she hadn’t hurt herself I started to laugh out loud.

Amanda looked up and saw me laughing, “Oh? You think that’s funny, huh?”

I smiled mischievously. “Oh yeah, As a matter of fact I do.” I chuckled wholeheartedly. “Whatcha gonna do about it?” I said our customary challenge.

She just grinned, stretched her sexy long legs and stood there staring at me with a sultry look. “I guess I’ll just have to get out of these wet clothes.” She answered alluringly.

The look she gave me was very sensuous and lusty. It meant that my wife was very horny and she wanted to fuck right now and she wanted to fuck hard!

I didn’t make a single move, but raised my eyebrows in anticipation, giving her my signature roguish grin indicating that I knew exactly what she wanted.

Amanda stretched her arms above her head and began to slowly remove the blouse she was wearing, which also happened to be one of my short-sleeved, button-up shirts. She began undoing each button slowly and relaxing her stance as she stood in the crystal clear waters as it lapped gently just above her ankles.

No matter how many times I’ve watched my beautiful wife take her clothes off, she mesmerized me with each sexy motion and each agonizingly slow move she made. I had learned that the anticipation of having sex with her was just as great as the actual act itself, so I was determined to keep myself under control, or at least make an attempt to. No matter what the result was, Amanda and I always made it worth every agonizing minute in the end.

Slowly, she pulled the shirt down to her knees, letting the fabric of the wet shirt press against her already hard nipples. The building pressure in my pants was my hardening cock pressing against the zipper of my shorts. I unzipped them to allow the pleasure of watching Amanda strip, increase my arousal. The experience I had learned with watching my wife strip, kept me from ripping my clothes off, running over to her and fucking her brains out.

Amanda slowly pulled the shirt lower, which only barely covering her lower region. Then she slid her hands underneath the bottom edges of the shirt and began to undo her tight, water soaked khaki shorts. She bent her knees and lowered her body down so she could step out of the shorts and keep the wet shirt covering her nude body. Then she bundled up the shorts and her panties and tossed them onto the shore right next to her discarded backpack.

From where I sat, I could see the gleam of lust in her eyes as she looked me up and down with heady desire. Then, moving her hands up her body very slowly, she began to open the wet shirt, caressing her sexy body while revealing her luscious naked breasts to me.

At that moment, I fantasized that a gorgeous goddess had fallen from the sky and landed in the little river, just for me, but then again, I always thought of my wife as my own, personal sexy goddess. Tall, trim and well-toned, Amanda had the most perfect body of any woman I knew, with strong long legs that she could easily wrap around my waist and hold me in place, completely under her control.

Since our arrival in the Amazon, my wife and I had each developed a smooth, full bodied tan. While we travelled, I would work hard in a few of the villages we came to and both of us spent many hours outdoors. During the times we got to be alone, we’d find some secluded part of the forest somewhere or a quiet little waterfall and lay out in the sun, naked without a care in the world. We took advantage of those times and had many hours of deliciously uninterrupted sex. I could eat her pussy for hours, tasting the delicious cream while making her come again and over again.

After I had made her almost completely breathless from having so many orgasms, I would lay back and enjoy the feel of her warm mouth she wrapped it around my manhood, licking and sucking on it until I was ready to explode. Then I would gently pull my cock out of her mouth, lean her back and shoot my thick cream all over her sexy body.

Not to mention the times I drove into her like a sex hungry beast, fucking her until I cried out and pumped my entire load of thick cum into her pussy and both of us would collapse in a heap of blissful satisfaction.

But at that moment, Amanda stood, completely naked in the cool, crystal clear water with her hip cocked outward and her hands resting along her sides. Slowly, she lowered herself down into the river and leaned back, letting the cool clear water gently glide over her nude sexy body.

I looked her body over with pure lust, my eyes, hungrily going up and down, devouring every inch of her sexy body from her long smooth legs up to her bare tight pussy over her taut, trim stomach to her gently heaving chest where my eyes stopped, watching with complete lust as her luscious breasts rose and fell as her breathing became a little more rapid with the anticipation of what was to come.

I stood and began to slowly remove my own clothing, hoping I could last long enough to torture her as she had me, but that didn’t happen.

“God! Don’t take your damn time, David… Hurry the fuck up!” She said in a demanding voice. “Please. I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

I was about to force myself to make her wait, but the anticipation of fucking her was killing me. So I quickly stripped out of my clothes and rushed over to her, lifted her up from the cool rushing water and held her in my arms tightly. My strong hands gripped her firm gorgeous ass possessively while I mumbled about how much I was going to enjoy fucking her.

Amanda pushed against my chest, sliding her wet body down and pressing her tight, sex hungry pussy against my raging manhood. She turned her head and pointed toward a large boulder, just on the edge of the river. “There! Do me over there! Get me on that rock and fuck me to death, damn it!” She gasped with an almost feral need.

She wrapped her sex long legs around me and I strode purposefully with Amanda gasping in my ear, nibbling at my neck and panting heavily, over to the big boulder so I could fuck her like there was no tomorrow.

When we got to the big rock she wanted me to fuck her on, Amanda reluctantly lowered her body down onto it and slow spreading those long sexy legs of hers. “Fuck me... Oh gods, David... fuck me….. Now… now!” she panted hungrily.

I grabbed my wife’s sexy hips with enthusiasm and drove my raging hard cock, deep into her wonderfully tight pussy. Amanda grunted heavily at my powerful thrust. “Ungh! Oh yes! YES! Like that! Hard! Fuck! ME!! Fuck me HARD!!!” She cried demandingly. I viciously pulled my cock out and then slammed back into her with everything I had. Her tight pussy clenched and unclenched against my hard shaft, already trying to milk me. Her sweet delicious juices were already coating my glistening cock with each thrust of my hips.

I gave my beautiful wife another punishing thrust, making her grunt hard and gasp with heady need as I continued hammering into her like some sex crazed maniac. Amanda grunted and softly moaned, and then her body began to tense as her first orgasm began trembling through her sexy body. She licked her lips and softly gasped as I kept hammering my cock in and out of her tight pussy, gripping her hips and giving her more. She whimpered softly and with each trembling breath, begged me not to stop. “Ungh… Ungh…” she grunted. “Oh. Yes. God Yes… don’t stop, David. Don’t stop!”

I fucked her hard, yanking her body into each of my demanding thrusts until she fell silent and unmoving.

She was about to have one of her classic, massive orgasms. Her breathing went from gasping hard grunts to quick, soft breathless pants, which was the tell-tale signs of a buildup to her body going stiff and then shaking as she was about to come hard and cream all over my gloriously, sex hungry cock.

Normally, I can hold myself back and have glorious sex with my wife for a very long time, but as soon as she is about to have one of her massive ‘O’s”, it drives me totally over the edge and I can’t hold myself back anymore.

When it was obvious that Amanda was about to have one of her ‘signature’ big orgasms, I gripped her waist firmly and plunged my cock into her tightness as deep and as hard as I possibly could. Her orgasm thundered through her body and I growled with unrestrained need, letting my own release stream out of me like a flood, spraying the first of many loads of my thick cum into her gorgeous body.

It felt deliciously wonderful as Amanda screamed out my name and she came hard, again and again, while I continued pistoning in and out of her like a rutting animal, shooting more and more of my seed deep inside my beautiful wife.

The bliss that came over me was overwhelming. I closed my eyes and felt each tremor of her body and the absolute pleasure of her pussy gripping my hard shaft, milking me for every last drop.


“Oh David! Yes! Yes!! Give it to me, make me feel every pulse, baby. Ooooh, yes!” She moaned and writhed beneath me. “Damn, you fuck me so good!”

By the time we had finished having several glorious, almost never ending climaxes together, I had pulled her off the large boulder and down into the cool water, my still hard cock firmly entrenched inside her tight pussy. I closed my eyes and gently caressed her sexy body, groping her firm luscious breasts, massaging her neck, her stomach and rubbing her pussy while my still hard cock throbbed within her wonderful depths.

Amanda laid there in the cool gently flowing waters, snuggling against my bare chest, cooing softly.

“Oh. David. You have no idea how badly I needed that, babe.” She whispered sensuously. “I could feel every single shot of your cum inside me.”

I smiled and gently continued groping her sexy body. “Oh, baby. I needed it badly and man did your pussy grip my cock tight. I couldn’t have pulled out even if I had tried.”

Amanda chuckled softly. “No kidding! I wanted to keep every glorious inch of your cock inside me so I could feel all of your seed shooting into me.” She then brought my hands down, pressing them to her throbbing sex, which was still impaled on my hard shaft.

“Please tell me you’re going to fuck me some more.” She begged huskily.

I laughed. “Of course, but I need time to recover from that one, babe.”

She pouted and kissed me deeply. “Recover quickly, because I’m still horny, baby.” Which I couldn’t help but tease her about. “Sex fiend.” I said with a chuckle.

“Damn right.” She answered softly and napped against me while my hands held lovingly to her gorgeous ass.

It took me a good twenty minutes or more before I had recovered enough to give Amanda another good hard fucking and it took a couple of those before she was finally sated to the point of total exhaustion.

Part 3

“Unluckiest Day of our Lives”

The next day, however, proved to be very different than either of us could have possibly imagined. Everything happened so fast and the only thing I could remember were confusing bits and pieces.

We had planned on getting up early the next morning, making breakfast and packing up our camp so we could go across the little river and look for the elusive Attanawa tribe. Instead, we woke up to several dark skinned men who were surrounding us. Each of them was decorated with feathers of various types and had red tribal symbols painted on parts of their bodies.

Before either of us could react, I heard Amanda cry “OW! What the fuck?” and shortly after I felt a sting on my neck. When I reached up to see what it was, I pulled a small dart sticking out of my neck and within a few short moments I realized that it was getting hard to concentrate. Quickly after that sensation began, everything started to get dim and my thoughts became confused and foggy. Finally the world around me began spinning and I fell into gentle darkness.

When I finally came to, everything was a jumble of sounds, images and colors. It was hard to focus on anything, but as my vision cleared a little, I saw several of the native men I’d seen earlier were now holding my semi-conscious wife, trying to take her clothes off while she meekly struggled against them.

There was another, older looking native with a few more feather decorations and tribal paint on his body, saying something to them about his “to’nah”, which I would later learn meant [white slave].

My foggy mind began to clear a little more and I realized from the markings on their bodies that my wife and I may have just found the tribe we were looking for. Or, to be more accurate, it was the Attanawan’s that had found us!

I looked around cautiously, just to make sure it was the right tribe and realized they had already brought us to their village. Huts made of straw and sticks sat around a semi-circle with the remnants of a large fire in the middle. One hut was quite a bit larger than the rest and it was where the native men had been stripping Amanda in front of.

Several other village natives had taken a curious interest in what was going on and milled about just outside of the large hut, watching from a distance.

I wasn’t able to move too much either or stop what they were doing to my wife. I kept very still, not just because I was still recovering from being drugged, but mainly because one of the tribesmen had a deadly looking spear pointed at my chest, his eyes warning me not to move.

The older one with more of the paint and decorations on him was obviously the chieftain of the Attanawa. He stood back from the rest of the native men and watched lustfully as the other men continued to slowly take my wife’s clothing off.

All she could do was mumble and moan incoherently, and if it wasn’t for the men holding her up, she probably would have collapsed to the ground. One held her by the arms, while the other effortlessly batted away her meager attempts to prevent him from removing her shorts.

I kept trying to blink the misty feeling from my eyes and tried to focus my sight on what was happening to Amanda. The one holding her lifted her up off the ground a little while the other pulled her shorts down her legs, grabbing her thin panties with them, lifting one long leg after the other until he wadded them up and tossed them aside.

Even though he was not as tall as my wife or me, the chieftain and the other tribesmen were also not as short as other natives from the tribes we’d encountered during our journey to the river.

The chieftain stared at my quietly whimpering wife with lust blazing in his eyes like a fiery volcano. He and the other two men took a particular interest that my wife’s sex was totally hairless. After a few brief comments, obviously appreciating Amanda’s sexy bare pussy, they ripped open her shirt and released her bare breasts to be open displayed for everyone to admire.

Amanda was oblivious to what was going on, but I wasn’t. I shouted for them to leave her alone, in what I thought was their language, but either because I was still recovering from the poisoned dart or because I got the wording wrong, they just looked at me and continued stripping my wife naked.

The chieftain turned his gaze to where I sat; my hands tied securely behind my back, and said something to the native men that were nearest tom me.

The other native men finished stripping my frightened, semi-conscious wife naked and were gently putting her hands in front of her, binding her wrists together with leather lashings. They were carefully holding her upright so her drugged body wouldn’t collapse.

The native men that were guarding me brought me over to the chieftain and gestured to the ground and firmly pushed me to my knees so I didn’t tower over their leader.

From what I could understand, it sounded like the chieftain told them to take it easy with me and gave me a casual calculating look. I must have learned enough of the Attanawan dialect that I at least knew it was quite different than what my wife and I had learned; I listened carefully and still barely understood what he was saying. “I claim mai as to’nah.” He said with finality.

I shook my head, not understanding what he meant, and he repeated it by pointing at my wife as he said “mai” then pointed to me, and then he repeated “to’nah” and pointed at my wife again.

My mind still wasn’t working right, nothing made a whole lot of sense, and whatever drug or poison they had used on those darts, made me see double and it was beginning to get hard to focus my vision. Whatever that stuff was, it was pretty potent, and I am sure that Amanda was probably feeling the same way as I was.

The chieftain gestured again and said the same words but he gave up after I involuntarily slumped forward feeling like I was about to pass out.

Without making another attempt to get me to understand, he strode over to the hut where the other tribesmen had taken Amanda. I sat there and watched helplessly as two of the tribesmen dragged my now completely naked wife into the hut and after one last look in my direction, the chieftain followed them inside.

A few moments later, I heard my wife’s mumbled protests coming from the hut. But they slowly became less protesting and more reluctant. “No. Stop. P-lease d-don’t!” I heard, but Amanda still sounded groggy and confused.

Soon, the sounds of her mumbled protests turned into soft gasping grunts that gradually became louder. “Ungh! Ungh!!” she grunted, “P-please…. D-don’t….S-s-stop!” I heard her mumbling gasp again.

Then, from the obvious sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and along with Amanda’s gasping grunts and slurred protests, I knew that she was being fucked against her will. I quickly took notice that the men who had brought her inside the hut, were now standing passively outside, so I knew it was their leader, the chieftain, who was inside fucking my wife at that very moment.

Anger built up my courage and pushed some of the fogginess from my mind. I got up fast, lunging angrily at the nearest tribesman. But before I could even reach him, I got the blunt end of a spear in my chest and was shoved back onto the ground while another tribesman wrestled me down, pinning my shoulders to the ground and prevented any more struggles from me.

I tried to kick, curse and protest against the assault, but they silenced me by putting a gag in my mouth. Then they pulled me to my feet and took me over to a large pole right in front of the very hut my wife was in, and tied me to it with lengths of straps made of braided leather lashings.

Still too weak from being drugged, I struggled fruitlessly against the bonds and growled slurred curses under my breath. The sounds of my wife being fucked hard by the chieftain got my attention again and from where I was being kept now, I could see right into the chieftain’s hut.

Amanda was lying on her back on a large thick woven mat; her hands were over her head and tied to a single large wooden stake. I could see my wife’s long legs were spread apart and slightly bent at the knees with the tribe’s chieftain lying in-between them. Her ankles were bound to stakes at either side and held there by thick leather lashings.

His hands held onto her narrow waist and his hips were thrusting into her with a steady rhythm. My wife’s body rocked back and forth from the chieftain’s thrusts and her breasts bounced in time with it as he continued to lustfully pound his cock into her while I shamelessly watched.

After several long heartbreaking moments of watching the chieftain fucking my wife like that, he slowly increased his speed until he was hammering into her with fast, long and hard thrusts, causing her to grunt even louder. He moved his hands slowly up her tight torso and began amorously groping her luscious tits.

Amanda raised her head up from the mat a little ways and stared angrily at the chieftain. Her mouth was slightly parted and she was making soft gasping pants as he continued to amorously fondle her perky breasts. She gently sucked on her lower lip when he said something to her and then went back to the soft panting as he started to fuck her even harder.

She grunted loudly and her eyelashes fluttered for a moment and then she gradually laid her head back down on the mat. It seemed as if she had given up her resistance and was reluctantly letting the tribe’s chieftain fuck the hell out of her.

He ground his cock against the sensitive nub of her clit a few times and then went in and out rapidly a bunch more times. My wife began rolling her head back and forth, licking her lips and moaning softly.

Then, with a sudden jolt of force, the chieftain gripped Amanda’s hips; lunged deeply into her with everything he had and threw his head back, letting loose a gasping groan.

With a look of pure carnal lust on his face, the chieftain leaned over my wife, collapsing on top of her gasping for breath. From the disgusted look on her face, I determined that he was releasing his orgasm inside of her. Despite her meager struggles beneath him, the chieftain kept rutting into her and she grimaced each time she felt him pump more and more of his seed into her trembling body.

Once the chieftain had finally finished his orgasm and had emptied his balls into my wife’s pussy, he gently fondled her luscious, perky breasts again, sliding his hands caressingly up and down her sweaty body to her bare pussy while reluctantly pulling his semi-limp cock out of her.

Amanda groaned softly, licking her lips and glared angrily at the chieftain. She took a deep breath and let out a shuddering sigh, and then closed her eyes and slowly turned her head away from him.

When he got back on his feet I heard him call out to his people and told them to take his to’nah [white slave] to the river and bathe her.

Shortly, some of the female villagers came around and one by one, they entered the chieftain’s hut. They slowly untied Amanda from the stakes and once they got my exhausted and still groggy wife to her feet, they carefully guided her from the hut and over to the little river.

I can’t remember exactly how long the group was gone, but to hazard a guess it was twenty minutes or so when the group of women returned with my wife. Amanda was still dripping wet from the bath she had been given and her naked body glistened in the mid-morning sunlight. Her long dark hair hung down in wet strands that stuck against her bare skin. She looked so beautiful that I could not bear thinking about what had just been done to her inside that hut.

The group paused a moment in front of one tribesman who carefully re-tied Amanda’s bonds then with a firm, but gentle hand, he ushered her back toward the chieftain’s hut.

At that moment, I was able to make eye contact with Amanda. Her legs still looked a little wobbly from whatever poison they used on those darts and her steps were unsteady. Even so, I could tell that she was still holding strong. Her back was straight and she kept her head up.

Amanda’s eyes looked watery when she saw my own predicament, but I gave her a reassuring nod, letting her know that I was okay. She returned it with a half-hearted smile and a nod of reassurance as well.

It seemed to be enough for her to know that I was all right, because when the chieftain called from inside the hut to have his [to’nah] white slave brought to him, she only made a meager attempt to struggle against her captors. The exasperation that flickered for a moment on her face when she rolled her eyes and looked to me was something that I would never forget.

In my current situation, there wasn’t anything I could do about it and she knew it, but that look she gave me meant that she also knew she was about to be fucked again, and though she didn’t look pleased, she let them force her inside.

A few moments later, after Amanda had reluctantly went into the hut; I heard her refusing complaints and watched the chieftain carefully tying my wife’s wrists to the large wooden stake again.

She took a shuddering breath in preparation of what was going to happen, knowing the already aroused chieftain was about to fuck her again. I told myself that I wasn’t going to watch it this time, but I couldn’t help it and I shamelessly looked into the hut anyway.

The chieftain leaned over my wife’s naked body and gently fondled her luscious breasts with lustful patience while saying something to her that I couldn’t hear. I tried not to look, but the interest in what was happening to Amanda had my eyes glued to the impending action. I just watched in shameful silence as the chieftain slowly spread my wife’s long sexy legs open and lowered himself down in-between them.

Amanda closed her eyes and let out a soft shuddering groan of reluctance the moment he entered her tight pussy. He pulled back a little bit to reposition her hips and then slowly pushed back into her. Once he’d gone in and out of my wife a few times, he gripped her narrow waist and started fucking her harder and harder. Her grunts got louder as he forcefully pounded into her pussy again and again.

I couldn’t believe I was actually watching this without any sense of revulsion. I should have been raging in anger at him for fucking my wife against her will, but the image of the tribe’s chieftain fucking her was actually starting to turn me on. Despite the shame I thought I should have felt, my arousal built as the chieftain kept ramming into my sexy wife with steady, measured thrusts. Her body rocked back and forth in response to each of his thrusts, her pert breasts bounced up and down her chest in rhythm with it.

The thrusts of his hips started to get faster as he drove into my wife deeper and more rapidly. Amanda grunted hard and squeezed her eyes shut, letting a soft moan escape her lips. The chieftain lifted her waist up a little so he could put his hands underneath her gorgeous ass and grip it tightly while he fucked her even harder, deeper and faster.

Amanda cried out distressingly and grunted loudly each time he penetrated her deeply. Then, with a massive lunge that made her scream “NO! FUCK-NO!!” and open her eyes wide in shock, he held almost perfectly still, clutching her ass tightly. He leaned his head back and let out a blissful groan of pleasure and I knew he was pumping his cum into my wife like he had before.

He rammed into her a bunch more times, sending spurt after spurt, deep into her core. The disgust that showed in Amanda’s eyes and her softly gasping “No-No-No” was evidence that she could feel his sperm shooting into her, but the chieftain didn’t acknowledge her reactions and just kept fucking her and fucking her until he finally collapsed in blissful exhaustion on top of her, completely spent.

I heard Amanda groan in displeasure from his use of her and she turned her head to one side, her eyes locking onto mine. A single tear fell down her cheek, but she gave me a subtle nod letting me know that she was okay.

I let out a sigh of relief and returned her nod. The chieftain released his grip on her ass and slowly moved out from between her legs, pulling his now limp, but still long cock out of her pussy. He generously spread her legs, and even from where I was sitting, I could see the copious amounts of his cum, leaking from my wife’s heavily fucked pussy.

Amanda gave a brief shudder of revulsion and forced her legs closed while the chieftain grabbed a cloth and carefully wiped her sweaty body off before rolling her over onto her side and settling himself down behind her, with his hands on her hips.

He didn’t call for anyone to take Amanda to the river for a bath this time and after what I guessed was half an hour, maybe more, he rolled my wife back over and gently roused her awake so he could fuck her some more.

Throughout the rest of that first day and long into the cool jungle night, I sat there bound to the pole, alone. When I was finally no longer foggy minded, I watched in shameless arousal as the chieftain of the Attanawa fucked my wife lustfully again and again.

It was surprisingly amazing at how quickly that old guy recovered and how many times he was able to fuck Amanda. During the few lulls when I didn’t hear any of her cries or grunts or the sounds of flesh against flesh, I looked inside the hut just to see if she was okay.

There was a soft orange glow coming from a small fire inside the hut. I could see my wife’s chest slowly rising and falling. Her naked body glistened with the sweat from all the fucking she’d been forced to endure at the chieftain’s hands.

I was close enough that I could also smell the musky scent of heavy sex coming from inside, but thankfully, Amanda’s eyes were closed and she seemed to be sleeping now. From the way she was laying, the chieftain had untied her hands and loosened the lashing from the large stake so she could rest more comfortably. I hung my head down as tears of shame began to well up into my eyes. I could do nothing to help my wife and, not only that, I had been aroused at seeing her getting banged by another man. This was not what I had imagined our first contact with the Attanawan tribe would be like, and definitely not something either of us would have thought a primitive tribe like this would do. I considered myself lucky, though. At the very least we were both still alive.

I had heard stories that in some of the other tribes that actually had a bit more contact with white people, their response would be much more violent and more often than not, deadly.

Between Amanda being fucked by the chieftain all day and all the myriad of other things I had felt and witnessed, had drained my exhausted mind and somehow I ended up falling fitfully to sleep.

Part 4

“Just the beginning”

By the next morning when I finally woke up, I was ravenously hungry. My stomach growled like some starving animal was about to leap from my abdomen and swallow everything in sight.

Thankfully, a woman from the tribe noticed that I was awake and removed the gag from my mouth. Either out of compassion or because she had been instructed to, I didn’t care. I was just glad to get that cloth out of my mouth.

When she brought a small bowl of water to my lips, my eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head. It felt like complete bliss as the cool water past my lips and eased the ache of thirst in my parched throat. I nearly pulled my shoulders out of their sockets to take some more water as she began to move the small bowl away.

“Slowly.” she said, her soft voice gentle and compassionate. “Not e’yo [good] if drink fast.”

As I had learned earlier, there were many words in their dialect that weren’t ones what I knew. However, I understood enough of what she was saying that I could interpret what the words I didn’t know meant. The villager speaking to me was a bit older than I was, possibly in her upper twenties to mid-thirties. Considering my poor ability at guessing someone’s age, I probably was off target more than I thought. All I could say for certain was that she looked a lot younger than most of the village women I had seen, and a whole lot prettier than them too.

I thanked her profusely for her kindness and hoped that I was using the right words, but more than anything, I wanted to ask her about Amanda and get some reassurance that my wife was okay, but the woman gently placed a hand on my mouth. “Do not think about to’nah [white slave].” She said her voice soft. “Sieta [slave] now belong to chieftain, you now belong to tribe.”

The way the woman said it made me feel as if she was trying to be compassionate and understanding. There was sadness in her eyes and she turned to look over her shoulder at the hut and made a gesture of some kind.

“I am Kauya.” She told me. But her voice sounded different, and from her looks I figured out that she was not originally from this tribe. She was a little taller and thinner than most of the women I had seen already, her skin was not as dark as theirs and her eyes were blue, like mine. She also seemed to have an accent that the others did not.

“You’re not Attanawan, are you?” I asked hoarsely in Akashi, guessing she was from that tribe based on what she looked like and the slight ‘accent’ in her voice. Kauya looked around to make sure no one could hear or if anyone else was paying too close attention to us.

“You speak Akashi?” her eyes lit up in recognition the moment I said the words. “No, I am not from this tribe. I am Akashi.” She said in hushed excitement, saying her tribe’s name with pride.

The Akashi were one of the tribes that Amanda and I had learned quite a lot about and had also spent a long time with while learning about the surrounding jungle. Even the guide that had brought us to the little river had also been Akashi.

“How long have you been here?” I whispered softly, trying not to get the attention of the tribesmen that were standing nearby.

“I have spent many gao [years] as a sieta [slave].” She answered with sadness. “But I am now part of the tribe, no longer a sieta [slave].”

Despite my interest in Kauya’s story, I wanted to know more about how my wife was doing, “Please, Kauya.” I begged quietly. “My wife is scared, at least let her know that I am okay.”

“I cannot stay, I must go now.” She said suddenly, not answering my question when one of the tribesmen watching us took more than a polite interest in what we were saying. He gave Kauya a warning glare, and then she gave me another drink of water and placed a pealed fruit that was like a sweet lemon, in my mouth. “I will tell your woman.” She said reassuringly, then gave me a nod of affirmation, stood up and moved away.

Sitting there by myself, I thought about what we had learned from all of our research and a theory popped into my mind as to why Amanda and I had been taken captive.

It seemed possible, that while we were at the river some of the Attanawan’s had probably observed our arrival in the area. They also likely watched saw us having sex as well. The chieftain probably had been informed about what the tribesmen had seen at the river and he told them to bring the white people to him.

It sounded like plausible theory to me. I had learned that many tribes viewed white people with awe and thought we possessed some sort of ‘magic’. Even though this tribe might not have had much contact with the outside world, I am sure over the years they had come into contact or had at least seen some white people before.

I chewed on the fruit Kauya had given me reflecting on what she had said and tried to come up with some more theories about our current situation. Then I heard my wife’s groans of displeasure coming from the chieftain’s hut again. I quickly turned to see that Amanda was still on her back, bound and tied to the large stake.

As I watched, the chieftain casually approached her prone form and slowly reached down underneath my wife’s back, carefully turning her over onto her stomach. He then guided her up onto her hands and knees, steadying her and telling her not to move.

Surprisingly, Amanda reluctantly obeyed him and she leaned forward and raised her ass up in the air.

Once she was in the position he wanted, he caressed her sexy body, spreading some kind of oily substance on her body, groping her ass with both of his hands and then moved them to her sexy hips, guiding his erect tool up to her tight pussy and pressing it slowly in.

Amanda turned her head in my direction and saw that I was looking at her. She slowly shook her head, indicating that she didn’t want me to watch. I nodded in response, giving her my roguish grin and mouth the words “I’m okay.” She just rolled her eyes at me and placed her head back down, waiting for the chieftain to begin fucking her.

As soon as Amanda felt the invasion of her sex again, she closed her eyes and her body gently rocked forward as the chieftain shoved his cock into her. Once he was deep inside my wife, he began to thrust into her a little harder and faster. The oil he had coated her with, dripped down her sides and her legs, making slick, wet, slapping sounds as he fucked her.

Amanda began to grunt a little harder as the chieftain drove into her tight sexy body more and more. She tensed up after he gave her several long hard thrusts in a row then resumed fucking her at a steady pace. She moaned and went ridged for a short moment and I saw the elation show up in his eyes that he had managed to make her have a small orgasm.

I could see sweat beading on my wife’s body, but he didn’t stop pounding into her for a long hard while. It looked like Amanda was at the point of collapse when he let out an exultant groan and rammed all the way into her with a powerful thrust causing her eyes to go wide and let out a loud “Unghf!”.

The chieftain held himself completely still with his cock buried deep inside my wife’s pussy. He groaned some more as he pumped his thick cum into her sexy body. But, like I had observed before, he wasn’t done with her. Again and again, he rammed his cock in and out of Amanda, releasing more of his sperm inside her.

Amanda closed her eyes and quietly sobbed, laying there with her head down on the mat. The chieftain leaned over my wife’s back and moved his hands up her torso so he could fondle her luscious breasts.

“My sieta [slave]. The gods have blessed me with a beautiful to’nah [white slave]”, he grunted.

I thought he was done this time, but the chieftain reluctantly pulled out of Amanda and rolled her onto her back, he then lifted her legs, pressing her knees to her chest and leaned over her.
With Amanda bent like that, she must have known what he was about to do. She used her fingers to spread her pussy open and I watched in awe as the old man grabbed his cock and gently let his cum drip like globs of thick honey right into my wife’s open pussy.

My own cock was rigidly hard in my pants and I couldn’t stop the explosion that happened.

Finally, when the last drops of his cum had dripped into my wife’s sex hole, he held her hips tightly and looked at her cum filled pussy with happy admiration. He held her like that for quite some time, making sure that none of his seed spilled out of her.

I could barely hear my wife whispering “Oh, god… no… no… no…” and that was when I knew that the tribe’s chieftain would not stop fucking my wife until he had impregnated her.

Part 5

“New day, old way”

The next day, Kauya came to me and I was finally untied from the pole outside the chieftain’s hut. My legs felt like they were burning and were basically useless after sitting for over a day tied to a pole, I smelled horrible, like a walking sewer, having urinated twice to relieve my bladder. She called to a few of the tribesmen to help her get me to the river.

They were gentle with me, offering their shoulders and guiding me along the narrow path. Once at the river, I practically dove into the cool water, but they eased my body down into the river and let me relax in its cool embrace.

After I had regained some motion in my stiff limbs, I carefully stripped out of my clothes and began to wash the stench out of them. The men turned back toward the village after a brief discussion with Kauya, and then left us alone.

After cleaning my sore aching body and drinking a few mouthfuls of the clean fresh water, I picked up my wet clothes and laid them on a big rock. Kauya didn’t seem to be afraid of me and watched me with curiosity as I stretched the kinks out of my back and arms, flexed my legs from time to time and continued to douse my head with more of the cool water from the river.

Kauya didn’t say anything, just stood there waiting patiently for me to wash myself. She also didn’t seem to be phased by my being naked. I was hairless between my legs, having gone through that laser hair removal process like my wife had done. We’d decided to do that because it made personal hygiene in the jungle much easier. Since we had planned on being in that environment for a long time, we had thought it best for both of us to do it.

Kauya started pacing up and down the shoreline after a while, picking up a few sticks here and there and I could tell she was growing bored. I had to admit, having a beautiful native woman watching over me was a good deal better than having one of the men do it.

I stayed there for a while longer, resting my aching body on the sun warmed rocks while my clothes dried. My face was itchy and I was overdue for a shave. I noticed none of the natives had hair on their face, either they shaved or were like Native American Indians, who very rarely grew hair on their faces.

Eventually my clothes dried enough for me to put them back on. With Kauya’s help, I walked stiffly back to the village. Instead of bringing me over to the pole, she took me over to hut, right next to the chieftain’s, and ushered me to go inside. Once inside, she gave me some food to eat and water to drink.

My body ached from sitting so long and being bound to that pole, plus the walk to and from the river that I was pretty tired by the time I’d finished eating a little, so it wasn’t surprising that I fell asleep within a few moments.

Because of how close this hut was to the chieftain’s, I didn’t get to sleep too long before I heard the sounds of the chieftain fucking my wife again. I was too tired to get up and even attempt to watch his use of her, so I just laid my head back and tried to get some sleep.


Part 6

“Days of wonder, a moment of despair”


Later the next morning I woke up to Amanda’s reluctant protests and after a few tense moments I heard the sounds of that old guy fucking her yet again. I wasn’t sure what my feelings were about that anymore, so I just sat in the hut and listened, waiting for the chieftain to finish his use of my wife.

When he finally was done, I was able to get a good look at Amanda when he called for the women to come and take her for a bath.

The old man had been fucking Amanda a lot and she looked totally exhausted as she walked unsteadily out of the chieftain’s hut with her head down. But, once she was outside, she brought her head up to look over at the pole that I had been tied to the past few days. After seeing that I was no longer there, she began looking around for me with an expression of concern on her face.

Before Amanda could wondered where I had gone, I quickly called out to her, just to let her know that I was all right. She looked over to the hut I was in and I saw the look of relief etched on her face just as one of the natives told me to be quiet.

While I sat there waiting for their return, I began contemplating everything that had happened over the past few days. I wish I knew what my wife was feeling, having to endure being fucked by the tribe’s chieftain. She acted reluctant at first, but since I had been watching, she seemed to let him use her with less resistance than she had at first. We weren’t in Kansas anymore, so whatever the law was in the Attanawan Tribe, like it or not, we were subject to it now.

Part 7

“Another day and some revelations”

I knew that we were in another world now, much different than the one we were used to. That was something we had both expected. We were subject to the same rules, customs and laws as the rest of the tribe. Thinking about that helped me get my mind off of what my wife was going through, which was not something either of us had expected.

Another thing about them that was different than the other indigenous jungle tribes we’d come across, was that they bathed frequently in the river and kept themselves clean and healthy. It was easy to notice that none of the villagers showed signs of serious illnesses or had the severe stench of unwashed bodies, because in some of the other villages we’d gone through earlier in our journey, we could smell most people before they were near us.

The men, here, wore their hair short and straight, and from time to time I saw them combing it with stiff branches to keep the insects out of it. The women also kept their hair neat and clean, but instead of it being short like the men, theirs was long and most of the women had it braided down their backs. The few children I saw also looked fairly tidy and clean, but stayed close to their parents so I didn’t see many of them.

It seemed to me that the men took care of the children just as much as the women did and I made a mental note to pay attention more to that. This to me seemed strange in comparison to what I had read about other primitive tribes where the women mostly raised the children.

Along with some combination of feather decorations and other jewelry made of colorful stones, they all wore some sort of clothing, either hides or leathers from animals they killed or woven skirts made of soft, subtle reeds and vines. For a ‘primitive’ tribe, they were at least more advanced in personal hygiene than other tribes I had met. They even used a type of stiffened root that was frayed out and dried to brush their teeth with.

I had already noticed that after a hard day’s work, a villager would wash in the river and afterwards they would sit around the large fire in the middle of the village, eating their evening meal together.

In contrast to everyone else wearing clothing of some fashion, my wife, Amanda, was being kept totally nude. When she left the hut to be bathed, some of the men would stop and stare at her naked beauty.

A few times a native woman or two would verbally admonish the men, making them go back to what they were doing if they spent too long gawking at my naked wife.

Despite the situation, I got a chuckle from it, but I soon sobered to the fact that my wife was still being used for the sexual pleasure of the tribe’s chieftain.

Kauya, I learned, had been captured long ago by the Attanawa and that the chieftain had also claimed her as he had claimed my wife. As she related her story, I was conscious of the fact that I actually could imagine what she had gone through, because I had already seen it first hand with what the chieftain was doing to Amanda.

The story Kauya told me, started when she had gotten upset with her father, who was trying to marry her off to one of the elders of the Akashi tribe. She didn’t want to marry an old man and so she ran off. She ran far from the borders of the Akashi lands and reached the river where there were some Attanawan hunters who captured her and brought her to their village.

I had at first hoped that Kauya knew where we were and how to get back to Akashi lands, but as she continued her story, I knew she was just as lost as my wife and I were.

Kauya didn’t have a clue either. Just like what the chieftain was doing to Amanda now, Kauya was forced to let the old guy fuck her. But something that I was just starting to realize was that not only did she have to submit to being his personal sex slave, but that she had also