NEW STORY TITLE: Woman’s African Adventure(Erotica)
A college graduate teaching in Africa captured by natives.
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Mindy Rutledge graduated from college with a degree in primary education. She came from a well-to-do family and there was no reason to immediately find a job. Her career plan was to teach for five years or so, marry well and raise a family.
When her application to the Teach Corps was accepted, she was thrilled. She figured it would give her the chance to travel a bit. When she was assigned to a grade school in Africa, she wasn’t pleased. But she had signed up and was committed for a year. Plus, the Democratic Republic of The Congo didn’t sound so bad.
Mindy was assigned to live with an old missionary couple on the edge of a small village. Their house was large and reasonably modern. The school building to which she was assigned was close by but trips to the village required use of an old Range Rover that had no roof or seat belts.
Two weeks after arriving, Mindy felt comfortable with her new surroundings. Classes had started and she enjoyed working with the youngsters, most of whom were bright and eager to learn.
After school one day, Mindy returned to the house and asked the missionary if she could borrow the Range Rover to drive to the village. She had only been there once since her arrival but thought that she could purchase some decorations to liven up her classroom.
She was wearing a prim khaki skirt that was just above her knees, a light blue blouse and running shoes and socks. After wandering the village and purchasing a few items, she started to head back to the house. It was starting to get dark. She was dismayed when she realized the vehicle’s headlights didn’t work.
On the way back, she failed to take the correct route when the road forked. After driving a few minutes in the fading light, Mindy grew apprehensive. The road was starting to turn into more of a path and she realized she had taken the wrong turn. She managed to get the Range Rover turned around and retraced her tracks.
Anxious to get back before dark, Mindy was driving too fast with too little vision. When the antelope bounded in front of the jeep, she screamed, jammed on the brakes and yanked the wheel. The animal bounded away, avoiding a collision. Mindy and the Range Rover weren’t as lucky.
Taken away
The Range Rover’s right front had smashed into a large tree. Mindy had leaned away from the impact and was thrown through the open side of the vehicle. She landed hard on the dirt road and was knocked cold.
Mindy awoke groggily. She tried to remember where she was and why she was sitting in the middle of a road. It was dark now. She started to recall the events, then turned to look at her wrecked transportation. Steam and hiss rose from the crumpled hood.
She stood up slowly. Her left shoulder ached. She reached up with her right hand and felt the rip in the blouse at the shoulder. It felt like a scrape. She managed to rotate her arm so she knew it wasn’t broken, just sore.
Mindy’s heart was thumping from the post-accident adrenaline and from her situation. She figured she could walk back to the missionaries’ house. She thought the fork in the road wasn’t far away and once she got on the correct path she’d just walk until she got there.
She went to the Range Rover to retrieve her belongings. The impact had scattered things across the floorboard and the passenger seat. As she gathered things together, she got the feeling, an icy chill up her spine, that she was being watched.
Suddenly, she was surrounded by 10 natives. These men didn’t look at all like the people in the village nor did they look like the children in her classroom. They were wearing loin cloths, carrying spears, clubs and machetes and their faces were painted with a variety of markings.
Mindy gasped and then screamed, her voice piercing the quiet jungle night.
One of the natives behind Mindy stepped forward and hooked his arm around her throat and slapped a hand across her mouth. She struggled and screamed again but the sound was muffled against his hand. Two of the natives came forward and grabbed her arms, then tied her wrists together with leather straps. Two more knelt before her. She tried to kick her legs but they soon grabbed her ankles and tied those together with a strap. A scrap of cloth was used to gag her mouth.
One of the natives produced a 6-foot long pole.
Mindy was wrestled to the ground and the pole was slipped between her bound hands and ankles. Two natives lifted the pole and Mindy. She was carried off into the pitch-black jungle.
Camp site
About every 15 minutes, the natives stopped and laid Mindy on the ground. She realized that kept her hands and feet from going numb because of a lack of circulation. The first time they stopped, Mindy realized that her skirt had slid up her thighs almost to her crotch. She tried to wiggle around so that her skirt moved down and didn’t expose as much flesh.
She occasionally glanced at her watch; she estimated it was over 2 hours since the accident. Surely her missionary hosts knew she was missing. Would they alert someone to form a search party?
After another hour or so, the natives came to a clearing. A banked campfire glowed, giving some light to the area. There were some crude lean-tos scattered in a circle.
The two natives carrying Mindy laid her on the ground and removed the pole. A native put his hands under her armpits and lifted her to a standing position. He then dragged/carried her close to one of the lean-tos. He laid her down on an animal skin, grabbed her hands and tied them to a stake driven in the ground. He pulled down her gag and gave her a drink from a water pouch.
Given the chance to speak, Mindy started to beg and plead with her captors.
“Please, let me go. I didn’t do anything wrong. Please don’t hurt me.”
The native responded by replacing the gag. He and his tribesman headed to the lean-tos and were soon asleep. Mindy, more exhausted than she realized, quickly fell into a deep and – thankfully for her — dreamless sleep.
Bound and stripped
The bright African sunshine woke Mindy. For a moment, she forgot where she was and her predicament. But her bound hands and feet soon reminded her.
One of the natives noticed she was awake. He came over and untied her hands from the stake. He handed her a banana and some berries. Realizing she was famished, she made quick work of her breakfast.
Mindy saw that near the edge of the clearing, in the shade of a huge tree, several of the natives were hard at work with machetes, hacking away at sturdy tree branches they had brought to the camp site. Mindy couldn’t quite make out what they were doing. But she soon found out.
The natives near the “construction site” called out to the native standing near Mindy. He picked her up and dragged/carried her towards the huge tree.
She saw that they had driven two of the tree branches into the ground about five feet apart and had lashed another branch across the top of the two support poles.
The native pulled a knife from the sheath at his waist and cut the bindings from Mindy’s hands and feet. She was then led toward the structure. She noticed there were leather straps hanging from the two top corners and she started hyper ventilating. “My God,” she thought, “what are they planning?”
She was made to stand between the poles. Two natives each bound one of her hands and two more bound her feet so that her legs were stretched about shoulder width apart. The way her hands were tied, her upper arms were about level with her shoulders.
Her gag was removed and Mindy again tried to talk her way out of her predicament.
“Please, please, let me go. … what are you gonna do to me?”
She soon had her answer. One of the natives, apparently the leader, approached Mindy while the other nine natives stood back and observed.
Mindy was about 5-foot-8 and slender with long, muscular legs. She had swam competitively in college so her body was toned. Her breasts were a perfect size for her body, 36 c/d cup. Her hair was light brown; in sunshine it was almost a dark blonde.
The leader stood in front of Mindy. Like his fellow tribesmen, he was about 6-foot-3, sinewy and muscular. He reached out his hands and touched her hair, stroking it. Mindy tried to pull away but her restraints prevented much movement. His hands moved over her face, stroking the soft skin of her cheeks and her neck. His fingers moved over her soft, full lips. His touch was strong yet gentle.
The native noticed the rip in her blouse sleeve. Looking at it, he noticed the scrape she had received in the accident. He called out to one of the tribesman who tossed him a pouch. He reached into it and his fingers came out covered with a liquid. He rubbed it on the wound and Mindy immediately felt a cooling sensation.
The native tossed the pouch back to its owner and his hands returned to the ripped sleeve of Mindy’s blouse. His strong hands grabbed the sides of the opening and ripped it lengthwise down her arm. The sound of the tearing cloth rang out like a gun shot.
“NOOOOO, stop. Don’t,” Mindy pleaded.
He continued tearing at the sleeve until it was pulled away from where it joined the shoulder of the blouse. He tossed the material to the ground.
His hands then quickly moved to her breasts, cupping them through her blouse.
“NOOOOO PLEAAAAAASE, don’t do that, don’t touch me,” Mindy shrieked in protest.
The native cupped and fondled her full breasts, his thumbs brushing over the tips. The stimulation hardened her nipples and Mindy was surprised that they were responding to such unwanted manipulation.
He unsheathed his knife and Mindy’s eyes widened in terror. He inserted the sharp tip in the other sleeve of her blouse and sliced a small slit near the shoulder. He drove the knife into one of the poles, freeing his hands. He grabbed the sleeve at the opening he had created and ripped it as he had done the other. Soon Mandy had a sleeveless blouse that was tattered at the shoulders.
His hands returned to her breasts, fondling them again but in a more possessive and demanding fashion. Again his thumbs moved over her hardened nipples and this time his fingers squeezed and tweaked her hardening buds.