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Romancing the Stone, Part Seven Rape/Bondage/Drug
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SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL: RAPE/BONDAGE/DRUG
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Copyright 1990 All rights reserved
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This is a kind of X-rated version of Romancing the Stone combined
with Raiders of The Lost Ark. Our hero and heroine are down
in the jungles of Peru searching for ancient artifacts. They encounter
evil government soldiers, nasty rebels, and lost jungle natives.
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Part Seven
It took them a while to recover. Stacie pulled herself out
from under him, turned on her back and simply lay there, letting
the rain pour down onto her. When the rain began to let up, the two
slowly got to their feet and began to make their way back to the
little camp.
"Look out!" Jack cried, grabbing her arm and roughly dragging
her to a tree. She gasped as she saw a giant wild boar staring them
from a few feet away. Jack boosted her into the tree and quickly
jumped up beside her as the board charged over and snuffled and
growled at the base of the tree.
There were several others, she could see now. They were all
wandering around their campsite, sniffing and digging and chewing
on whatever caught their fancy.
"Shit! I wish I had my rifle." Jack sighed.
"It's only pigs." she said.
"These aren't pigs, babe. These are wild boars. They can kill
you without trying. Their mean and nasty and eat everything in
sight."
As if in response the boar slammed his tusks into the base of
the tree, snuffling and growling even louder. It had little
patience though and wandered back to the camp join the others as
they dug through the possessions neatly piled by the long dead
fire.
Fortunately, they didn't stay long. Half an hour later, Jack
climbed down and carefully made his way into the remnants of their
camp. He grabbed his rifle, checked the action and then looked
around for the boars.
"You can come down now, Princess. They're gone." he called.
Stacie climbed carefully down from the tree, not wanting to
scratch herself up on the rough bark. She hurried into the little
camp and looked around in dismay.
"Everything is wrecked!" she cried.
"Not everything. Just most things."
They moved around the camp, looking at their goods, now
scattered around randomly. All the food was gone, except for the
dried emergency rations which they apparently had not recognized as
edible. The tent and sleeping bags were torn apart, as were their
clothes. Stacie picked up her ripped up shirt and pants in dismay,
looking at the gaping holes in both.
Jack's clothes were only barely intact. The pants were mostly
intact, except that one leg had been torn off. The shirt had been
torn in two, and had both arms ripped off. Her clothes were rags.
The blouse was in three pieces and the pants had been savaged, deep
punctures and teeth marks all over, many of them big enough to put
her hand through.
"What the fuck do we wear?" She gasped.
"More to the point,w hat do we eat?"
"We can eat the dried rations."
"Even the pigs didn't want those." he snapped. "They must
have tasted them before."
The metal tools and devices were the only things to survive
relatively unharmed. They managed to recover most of the small
dried food packets too.
Jack made do with wearing his pants and no shirt, while Stacie
rigged a too-small halter by tying one of his ripped off sleeves
around her chest. Then she tied a piece of cord around her waist
and managed to tie one end of the other sleeve to the front, slide
it down between her legs and tie it to the rear, thus producing a
sort of string bikini, more of a thong really, since the back was
way to thin to do more than cover her crack.
"We'd still get arrested on the street." She snarled.
"Not me, babe. I'm dressed well enough. You're the one who
looks like a beach blanket bimbo."
"Fuck you, Blackthorne! If it hadn't been for you this
wouldn't have happened!"
"Me? You're the one who wanted to go out naked in the rain and
play nature girl."
"Eat shit and die!"
"I might just wind up doing that!" he snapped, looking
disgustedly at the dried ration packets.
Fortunately, she'd tied her boots to a tree branch by the
laces, hoping they'd dry out faster. Jack's boots had been mauled,
but they were tough and had survived mostly intact. They were
wearable anyway.
They set out shortly after dawn, moving slowly now that they
had to cut away the brush ahead of them with their machetes rather
than simply brushing through in their tough jeans. Still, Stacie's
legs kept getting scraped and slapped as they moved along.
The insecticide had survived, so although the bugs continued
to fly around them they seldom landed anywhere. Stacie was mulishly
determined to continue on of course, no matter what happened. They
only had a day of travelling to get to where she thought King Koo
Lan's tomb was located.
As they got closer, they had to slow down or stop frequently
while she checked her maps and notes. It was during one of their
stops that she looked up to see a painted face only feet away. She
gasped and Jack turned form enjoying his cigar.
There were at least a dozen Garanga warriors standing around
them, all armed with spears and bows.
"Don't make any sudden moves." Jack whispered.
"What do you think I'm going to do, attack?" she hissed.
"Goouelboisdldkueiepallkjd." one of them said.
"Huh?" she asked.
"Theousjdk slkeyey ovoeeue ooveikek khjhdyue." Jack replied.
"You understand this stuff? I thought you didn't know anything
about the Garanga."
"I don't but I know Kurali and that's what he's talking." he
stopped for a moment and talked with the man some more.
"PPidoidid lseei nddyw wwodyy goonga eeinnta meean."
"Kiene aoiud leensy doddyywwy."
"Can you translate." she demanded.
"Shut up!" he hissed. "He doesn't like you talking! Garanga
woman supposed to be extremely subservient from what he's saying.
Don't say another thing unless you're spoken to!"
She glared back at him but shut her face as he talked again
with the warriors. Finally he turned to her and spoke in english.
"We have to go to their village to see their chief."
"Why?"
"Because there's twelve of them and two of us and because
we're trespassing on their land."
"Did you explain that we're just..."
"Just looking to dig up some of his ancestors? No. I'm not a
damned fool. You mention anything like that and they'll be carving
you up for dinner."
"I told you they aren't cannibals."
"I don't wanna take that chance."
They followed the Garanga warriors down a game tail for
several miles before they came to their village.
"I don't know why this is here. There aren't supposed to be
any villages around here." she grumbled.
"Inaccurate maps in Peru? How amazing." he said,
sarcastically.
They were led into the midst of the village, Stacie feeling
exposed in her flimsy shirt sleeves, especially as there were no
women around. Then she realized what the place was. She slapped
Jack's arm and whispered into his ear.
"This isn't a village at all. It' just a temporary hunting
camp! My map was right!"
"Yippee." he snapped.
They were led to an old man who sat by a fire in the middle of
the camp. About twenty other men gathered around, staring curiously
at the two whites. Stacie felt even more exposed as their eyes were
obviously looking on her with something more than just curiosity.
She remembered something about Garanga culture then, that the men
would sometimes be away from their villages for weeks on end when
they hunted.
"Youtheyaw coingg akieyls nsisueei." The man who'd spoken to
Jack said to the chief. They talked for a minute then the man spoke
to Jack again, apparently in Kurali. Jack replied in Kurali and the
man then translated into Garanga.
The conversation became agitated and the Chief pointed his
finger at Jack several times as he spoke loudly and angrily. Jack
turned to Stacie worriedly.
"What's the matter?" she hissed.
"We're trespassing and have to pay a fine or they'll torture
us to death."
"So pay them!"
"They don't take money and anyway, we don't have any."
"What do they want?"
"Pigs or cows or goats."
"Offer something else.
"I've offered them everything I got. They don't like anything
but the machetes."
"So give them the machetes!"
"They aren't enough. He wants five."
"Tell him we'll bring him back five or ten or fifty."
"They don't give credit!"
Then the chief spoke again, and the other man interpreted. Jack
looked startled, then turned to look at Stacie.
"What?"
"He's found something he wants."
"Give it to him then!"
"He wants you."
"What?" she squeaked.
"He's willing to let me go in return for my giving him you as
a slave for one year. I can come back and get you after that."
"Forget it!"
"We don't have much choice."
"Jack!" she protested.
"Look. I'll have to agree or we'll both be dead in an hour.
After dark I can sneak back and get you loose."
"I'm not staying here with them alone!" she cried, appalled
and horrified.
"It's either that or getting killed.
"You know what they want me for?!"
"I can guess, but it's either get a dick up your pussy or a
spear in your belly. You've survived lots of dicks but I doubt
you'll survive a spear."
"I am not staying here!"
"Give me an alternative. Anything at all!"
Her mind raced as he spoke to the chief.
"Shut up now. The chief is wondering if you're worth the price
since you're obviously disobedient."
"Jack!"
"By tomorrow we can get away from here. Didn't you tell me
before that the Garanga are afraid of travelling in the dark?"
"Yes but... "
"Then we can get away then."
"But Jack... "
He ignored her, speaking in Kurali to the Garanga. The chief rose
and thumped his chest with his fist. Jack imitated him and then
slowly backed away, leaving her there.
"Jack!"
"I'll be back. Just don't be disobedient or you might be dead
by the time I get here."
She watched him go until he disappeared into the bushes, then
turned to find more than twenty tall Garanga warriors staring at
her.
"Uhhhh. Hi guys." she said, uneasily. "I don't suppose you've
got a bunch of washing you want me to do?"
They looked back without answering.
"Maybe some chickens needing to be plucked?" she asked,
hopefully.
The chief rose and walked slowly over to stand in front of
her. His hands plucked at her thin halter and easily slid it up and
off her breasts. Her arms rose automatically and covered her chest.
Several warriors laughed and the chief cuffed her in the side of
the head.
She took her arms down as he looked down at her breasts. Jack
was right about one thing. The Garanga men didn't tolerate any
arguments from their women. They would tolerate even less from an
indentured slave.
They were all staring at her tits with amazed expressions. She
figured that was probably because most Garanga women her age would
have big drooping tits that fell down to their waists. The Chief
put his hand on her right breast and squeezed. She winced but grit
her teeth and didn't move.
He said something to the others and then pulled the shirt
loose from the cord around her waist, leaving her naked. He ran his
hands through her hair, then down between her legs to touch her
pussy hair. He seemed to like the color.
Then he turned and began walking towards a bamboo hut. He
stopped and turned, then scowled at her and said something that
apparently meant "Move your ass." She hesitantly started forward
after him and he moved towards the hut again. She followed
submissively, her mind agonizing and her body shivering with dread.
The chief pushed through the flap in front of his hut and
turned to gaze lustfully at Stacie as she cautiously stepped in
behind him. The Chief wasn't in the mood for caution, however. He
quickly grabbed Stacie in his surprisingly strong arms and threw
her down on the ground on her hands and knees.
He didn't bother to remove his own loincloth, merely lifted it
as he dropped to his knees behind her. His hands slid over her
rounded buttocks, then down between her legs. He pulled her legs
further apart, then gave her pussy a squeeze and laughed in glee.
She felt his hard cockhead pushing against her pussy lips, then
pushing forward.
She grit her teeth in disgust as she felt the wrinkled old
man's thin cock slide between her fuck lips. He latched his bony
fingers to her hips and quickly began to pump into her. His cock
slid in and out furiously, like she was being fucked by a dog or
something.
She had no choice but to kneel there and let him do as he
wanted. Her doctorate hardly mattered down here, not when all the
men around were a lot more interested in her cunt than her mind.
Peru wasn't exactly a liberated country.
The man grunted in a high pitched little squeaky way as his
cock pistoned back and forth in her fuck valley. His hands slid
over her body, rough and dry as they squeezed and fondled her. They
moved down under her chest and began repeatedly squeezing her
jerking, swaying tit meat.
His belly slapped and slapped into her ass cheeks as he drove
his cock into her. Stacie glared furiously at the ground, hating
Jack for leaving her here, even though she knew he couldn't have
done anything else. Being the plaything of these ignorant indians
was almost like being used by animals.
What made her even madder was that her pussy was obviously
heating up. Whatever it was that the other indians had poured down
her cunt seemed to have had a lasting effect. Any time something
was inserted in her fuck tunnel, her pussy began streaming with
girl juices and itching for hard fast pumping.
The Chief fucked and fucked, slowing down and even stopping
for times when he seemed on the verge of coming. Stacie was forced
to kneel there while he rested, his cock buried in her tight wet
pink flesh, his belly pressed against her ass cheeks, and his hands
travelling over her body.
Finally though, he picked up speed and held it, humping into
her with desperate energy until she felt his skinny prick spray out
his semen. Stacie was not the most unbigotted person. When the
other indians had fucked her she was doped to the eyeballs.
Now when she felt the Chief's sperm mixing with her own cunt
juice, she felt a disgust that would only have been matched had a
dog cum in her. She had to fight the urge to run off and have her
cunt steam cleaned.
The Chief finished with a satisfied sigh and Stacie felt his
copious fuck juice dribbling out between her lips. He must have
been storing it up for a while, she thought. Then he belatedly
remembered that the Garanga didn't masturbate, considering it a
crime.
The Chief stood up then and jerked her up by the arm, hauling
her back out of his tent to where the other indians were still
waiting. He stopped before them and began talking. Then the others
began grumbling, but seemed to come to some kind of agreement.
One of them handed the Chief a spear and then took Stacie by
the arm and roughly dragged her off to another, much larger hut. He
too, pushed her onto her hands and knees and positioned himself
behind her. He muttered something, but she didn't understand it as
his cock pushed against her cunt, then thrust into her. She grunted
loudly, then sighed as her cunt fever grew greater.
Her cursed pussy began bubbling and sputtering with juice and
passion as the man sank his boner fully into it and began to pump
into her. His hands gripped her shoulders as he thumped his groin
into her buttocks with a steady pounding thrust that made his cock
stroke long and even.
His prong rode in and out of her with agonizing slowness. Her
fuck hole was sizzling with need, burning for a hot, hard rutting
and yet the warrior continued to stroke calmly, not even working up
a sweat as his cock slid back and forth.
Sweat broke out on her forehead, then all over her body. She
began to tremble and twitch, her ass bumping back at him as he
pumped. He slapped her ass hard, making her yelp in pain, then
yelled something. She realized he didn't want her disturbing his
rhythm and fought to keep still.
He kept up his slow stroking, driving Stacie crazy as her cunt
flared and throbbed around his slowly driving shaft. Again her ass
began to twist and shake, began humping back against him. Again he
slapped her ass hard, the crack of noise resounding through the hut
as she yelped and sobbed.
His pumping was a slow torture to her as her entire belly
heaved and churned around it. Her skin frazzled and twitched in
misery. Stacie felt worse than when she heard fingernails on a
blackboard. This was a dozen times worse and it went on and on and
on.
She almost cried out in delight when he finally began to pick
up the pace. His cock pumped with steadily increasing strokes,
jabbing into her now with some velocity. His belly began to slap
against her ass cheeks with force, squashing and mashing them as he
ground his boner into her fuck hole.
He began to ram his prick into her hard, smashing his cockhead
against her cervix as he rutted. His hands remained on her
shoulders as he locked her against him and stopped pumping every
dozen strokes or so just to ground his belly against her ass and
twist his prong within her pink velvet tunnel.
His cock was a pile driver now, driving into her box with
furious force that made her gasp and grunt with each terrible
stabbing thrust. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened wide. She
felt her body shaking and her insides spasming and twisting.
Then she came, grunting and groaning in terrible, helpless
passion as her belly and cunt flared and erupted. Her heat and
spasming fuck tunnel drew his own orgasm on and he drove his spear
into her with ruthless force until his sperm gushed out and down
into her womb.
She felt his sizzling seed pouring down her fuck tube and deep
into her belly as she gagged and gasped for breath, her chest
locked as her body was racked by fiery hot fuck spasms.
She sagged lower, but his hands slid under her and lifted her
upwards again, letting her cunt suck the last drop of juice from
his sagging boner. Then he sighed and rose, pulling her up after
him and out of the hut.
The old man was standing just outside. He had the man's spear
beside him. All the other warriors were lined up in front of him,
each holding something in their hands. The one in front handed the
Chief a pair of animal skins and then pushed forward eagerly and
pulled Stacie back into the tent.
She realized abruptly that the Chief was selling her services
and that she had, in effect become a prostitute. The man behind her
shoved her down even as her mind was sifting through the appalling
evidence and trying to muster the appropriate outrage.
Then the man shoved his cock into her belly and began pumping.
Unlike the last man this one was too eager for slowness. His cock
pounded into her urgently, his belly smashing violently into her
ass cheeks while he moaned and grunted behind her.
His cock tore in and out of her with rapid fire strokes that
took her breath away and set her pussy to bubbling once again. Her
skin crawled at the thought of more indian seed inside her, and yet
her cunt was as excited as if she were fucking some great Hollywood
sex symbol.
She humped back against his thrusting as he drove his cock
deep into her and dropped his load in her belly. She grunted and
sighed, squeezing down on her cunt muscles as she drew his gunk
from his balls. He rose finally and left.
Stacie stayed in place, groaning slightly. It was only seconds
before the next indian came in and dropped to his knees behind her.
These guys apparently didn't go in for much in the way of
experimentation in sex. All of them wanted her on her knees and all
of them took her like that, one after the other.
She came several times, each one making her weaker, each one
seeming to grow in power and duration. It had something to do with
that shit in her pussy, she knew, but she couldn't understand how
or why. All she knew is that each fucking only made her crave more.
Her cunt was bubbling with male semen now. It seemed that
quarts of the stuff had been sprayed into her. Still, her pussy was
as tight as ever, and just as hot. It burned with desperate desire
for more and more cock juice.
Even after all the warriors had taken her, then started over
and taken her again, still she was unsatisfied. Her mind was a
blazing, dazed hurricane of conflicting emotions and raw, ragged
lust. Several of the indians took her a third time and she mewled
and grunted and moaned enthusiastically.
It grew dark out finally and the men prepared for sleep. The
Chief drew her out of the big hut and brought her back across the
camp to his own private hut. Once there, he tied a rope to her neck
and tied her hands behind her back. He tied the rope around her
neck to his ankle and went to sleep.
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