by itsmedave/Mr Ghandi
The Purdy kids had always considered themselves pretty lucky. As sonren of highly successful novelist parents, newly 18 year old Kimmy and her wisecracking 15 year old brother Brett were among the most well traveled kids they knew. For mystery-writing mom, Janna, and her husband, adventure writer Jim, always researched thoroughly each and every subject they were about to put into print. From world leaders, to the greatest cities in the world, the two kids had thought they'd seen just about everything. Then they were told about what was to be their last summer vacation together.
"AFRICA!!! Oh, come on mom," Brett exclaimed, "I finally made some new friends and now your gonna make me slog thru some jungle in 130 degree heat. Gimme a break, you'll probably get us eaten by some wild animals. I want to stay home, okay, I don't need to start high school with my head shrunk up like Beetlejuice."
Kimmy was also less than excited about this latest adventure. She was nervous enough getting ready to leave home for college, and really hoped to have some down time to finally experience being a regular teenager. Being constantly moved around the world had left her with little experience dealing with people her own age, she'd never even really had a boyfriend. Still, she suspected that this new trek into the wilderness was partially an attempt by her parents to make the most of their last few months together, in a place where there would be no choice but to spend mostly all of their time together. So, she really didn't feel right about complaining. Still, this latest adventure didn't promise much rest or relaxation. Mr. and Mrs. Purdy firmly believed in authenticity, and if they were writing a jungle story, chances were that 5 star hotels would be the last place they'd be staying.
That, then, is how they found themselves in, as Brett put it "the middle of butt-fucking nowhere." (he, of course, muttered this well under his breath so his mother wouldn't pull out her handy bar of soap she kept for just such occasions) Brett, who was extremely fair skinned had two shades... white and red. As such, he was virtually covered in thick white goop to keep him from disintegrating in the blistering sun. As he looked around him, at the barren clearing where his parents were now setting up camp for the night, he couldn't help but notice his sister, standing alone, up at the top of a small hill, staring off into the distance.
Kimmy, like some of the red flowers she could just make out at the edge of the brush, was really beginning to fully blossom into what should become a heartstopping visage of femininity. At 5'6 with medium length blond hair that cascaded just past her shoulders, her fair skin was tanning into a delicious golden hue. The beads of perspiration along her face, neck, and arms appeared to make her glisten in the mid afternoon sky. In incredible shape (they all pretty much had to be with the globe trotting which was part of their daily lives) her breasts were, while still a bit on the smallish side, growing to a point where it was becoming impossible for her to hide them, even underneath loose-fitting clothing. Today, however, she was clad only in a white t-shirt and shorts, with the top tied in a bow in front of her navel.
Brett, deeply in the throes of a shocking case of puberty, would of course, never attempt to actually do anything with his sister, but even the pangs of guilt he felt couldn't stop him from staring a little bit too long at his gorgeous sister. Damn, he thought, out here I can't even relieve myself watching the partially scramhemorrhage Playboy channel on cable! More and more often, almost against his will, he found himself wandering close to the stream when Kimmy might be bathing, not really close enough to see anything much, just enough to get his heart beating faster than it should. The little four man tent, where they'd slept side by side since before he could remember, was becoming like a little green torture chamber. Again, not that he would ever attempt to actually touch her, or, um, taste her. After all, they were civilized people, not even rednecks. But speaking of pitching a tent... Kimmy suddenly looked back at him, and, startled, Brett quickly smeared a fresh puddle of the thick white goop on his face, with just enough getting into his eyes to produce more tears than he'd shed since the Spice Girls broke up.
After the four ate Janna's famous jungle stew (or as Brett called it, diarrhea soup) for supper around the campfire, Jim and Janna went off into their tent to work on Chapter One. This was the first time they had attempted collaborating on a novel, and they "collaborated" so loudly that their kids couldn't have slept if they'd wanted to. But, after much back and forth, they did manage to complete exactly one page of action. Well, almost one page. Janna went out to have some quality time with Kimmy. This upcoming separation from her only daughter was not something she was looking forward to, and she was making the most of their time together. Jim, meanwhile, went over some jungle survival skills with Brett, who tried to stay focused even though his mind kept wandering to his greatest love, slurpees.
A few hours after dark it finally cooled down enough for them to turn in. The four gratefully sank into their respective tents, tired from the previous day's march thru the brush, with several more to follow. Really, it seemed like an idyllic family setting...if it weren't for the three pairs of eyes following every move they...and especially the teenaged girl... made.
The three natives had literally caught the scent of family the day before, and had been stalking them as they would a wildebeest, waiting for the right opportunity to strike. They had been sent out to hunt for their village, and while game on four feet was usually their prey, this white family of humans looked too delicious to pass up. Their primitive but natural respect for life would not permit them to take the whole family, but seeing that vast array of supplies this small tribe had around them, certainly their village could make much better use of the girl then those old people could. Indeed, there were a few uses the strongly built natives had in mind. And so they hid, and they waited, chewing on a few mostly dried out leaves, thanking the heavens for the feast that awaited them which caused their mouths to water enough to choke down their only sustenance in days. Although they didn't know it at the time, this period of waiting was about to reach its end!
Sometime around 4am, Kimmy woke up. She wasn't exactly awake, still groggy and half asleep, the one thing she was sure of was she needed something to drink.
Although there was a canteen lying next to her, the trumpet-like sound of Brett's snoring made her think that she might better enjoy a sip from the nearby stream. Still dressed in the same clothes she'd worn the day before she half walked, half stumhemorrhage out of the tent she shared with her brother. Taking a deep breath of the perfumed night air of deepest, darkest Africa, it seemed so peaceful to her, as if she were the only person on earth. What she didn't know was that three of the deepest, darkest MEN of Africa were also rousing themselves and beginning to stake out positions around her as she moved away from the safety of her loving family. The hunt was on!
Now around 100 yards away from the campsite, Kimmy knelt in the soft grass surrounding the water and brought a mouthful of the cool liquid to her mouth in her cupped hands. Refreshed, and rising again to a standing position, Kimmy, for the first time was glad that she'd come along on this safari. How could she not be? Here she was, surrounded by her family, this overwhelming beauty and...
Her thoughts were cut off by the large hand that quickly clamped itself over her mouth, along with two others which grabbed her arms. Careful not to bruise their meat, the three men quickly bound the struggling girl, forcing a short bamboo pole between her teeth to cut of any chance of her screaming for help. Another, longer pole was laid along the ground. The largest of the men forced Kimmy to the ground atop the pole and then he was on top of her. Kimmy started to weep, quietly, due to the pole between her lips. Along with the second pole she was lying on, she could begin to feel a third pole growing longer still against her leg from the man whose weight nearly crushed her. He was the leader, though, and his efforts were placed more on attaching Kimmy's already bound hands over her ahead to the pole while another did the same to her feet, to make for easier carrying. The job completed, he raised up off the girl a bit and looked down.
Unable to stop himself, he quickly brought his face close to her frightened eyes, and let his tongue taste just a bit of her much thinner quivering lips, before catching himself, and getting to his feet. They had been sent there to do a job, and mating with this female wasn't going to feed his family.
The two younger natives weren't quite as responsible as their leader though, and as they picked up the pole at either end, they kept their eyes on what, for them, was much more than just a happy meal. Indeed, the leader often had to slap his charge's hand away when he tried to slide his hand towards the young girl's breast, as she hung, eyes alternately shut tightly, and at other times open very, very wide, facing the ground, as they carried her to their village. This preoccupation the young natives had with their kill had a result of some sloppy marching, and they left a trail that wouldn't be all that difficult to follow thru the thick brush. It wasn't as if they were worried about it though, because, after all, this was their home the small tribe was intruding upon, and besides, they had only taken one of them. Certainly the leader wouldn't worry too much about this small loss. These things happen in the jungle.
Back at the campsite an hour later, as the sun began to rise above them, Brett finally awoke. Three dreams in a row in which he had spent most of his time urinating didn't lessen the fullness of his bladder as he opened his eyes, and, not even noticing the empty space where Kimmy should be, Brett ran into nature's latrine. Fully 2 1/2 minutes later, (Brett liked to time himself), the boy returned and noticed something was missing. Thinking that maybe Kimmy had gone off for an early bath at the stream...no, NO, thinking that he might like a quick drink of fresh water (yeah, that's it) Brett made his way to the edge of the clearing.
Even if he hadn't been going over survival techniques with his dad the night before, Brett would've known something was wrong by the obvious signs of struggle, on what had been a pristine plot of land. After calling for his sister a few times, he ran back to wake his father who quickly deduced what had happened. Without stopping for breakfast or to pack up their equipment, (although Jim did take a quick wizz) the now, smaller, family unit quickly made chase through the forest.
Back at the pole (bamboo, that is) Kimmy again began struggling. She wasn't planning on going without a fight. Reality soon sunk in, however, as she realized there wasn't much fighting to be done when one was hanging upside down from a thick stick. Her two carriers, for their part, had now stopped thinking about her ripe, young body as a sexual plaything, as they considered how such a small girl could weigh so much. Of course, three hours of carrying her could do that to a person. Anyway, they thought, we're almost home. The man in front gripped the pole tightly and kept his eyes focused ahead, looking for the first signs of his neighborhood approaching, while the man in back centered his eyes on that inch of separation between the girls shorts and the skin of her lower ass which stared back at him. He could just see the white frilly lining at the bottom of her panties. Confused as to what they could possibly be, he studied on them as they made their way deeper in the jungle.
Actually moving much more quickly than the natives due to their desperation, the Purdy family was making up ground on their daughter's captors. The natives long head start, though, had kept them from reaching sight of her until it was too late. Indeed, it was Brett who first spotted his sister, but as he began to shout to her, his father roughly shoved him to the ground. Mr. Purdy had done so because he saw something else.
The three natives, and Kimmy had reached another clearing, this one much larger than the Purdy's campsite, and was inhabited by a village of more than 30 people, young and old. A cry of celebration went up when the men came in with their bounty, and Jim decided their best bet was to wait in the bushes to see what would happen.
A crowd gathered around the hunting party as they set down their load near the middle of the village. They stood the girl up and removed the gag from her mouth. Immediately she began crying for help, begging them to let her go, asking them to please, please, not hurt her. Of course, none of those natives could understand a word that she said, so they chose to interpret them as "Thank you for taking me. Please eat me. I give myself to you for the good of your village." To them, she was right nice for a white girl!
Kimmy stopped her pleas when the extremely large chief and his wife approached.
He gave the girl a quick look, slowly walking in a circle around her body. The then spoke in a very deep voice to the three men who had taken her. Although he sounded very gruff to Kimmy, the men seemed very pleased and humhemorrhage by the message they received. The chief then turned back to Kimmy.
He stared at her for a long time, the gaze seeming to look directly into her soul. His face was as stern as ever when he reached out and touched her waist.
Not touched, really, but measured, pinched, tested. His hands then freely roamed her body, up her legs, over her ass, pinching her upper arms, then slowly moving to her pert little breasts and sort of molding them in his hands as the tears rolled down her cheeks. Nobody had ever touched her breasts before. The feelings was overwhelming, terribly scary and yet she was surprised to feel her little nipples hardening. Mostly, though, she was starting to feel sick, and got very pale, as though she might soon faint. He stopped then, and gently placed his hand on her cheek, he even smiled and said his first words to her. "Good girl."
The older man then said something to the tribe, who laughed and shouted, and a small group of women untied Kimmy, and communicating through gestures that she should remain calm, led her away.
As they took her to a large lake where they obviously expected her to bathe, Kimmy considered running, but the question was, where would she run? She was totally surrounded, and, at least thus far, they really hadn't treated her that badly. She decided to do as she was told for now, so she could find out what they wanted. The women even let Kimmy remove her own clothes and wade out a small distance by herself as she bathed. They were smiling at her and definitely trying to make her feel safe, and for the first time since that drink of water, Kimmy indeed did feel like maybe things could turn out alright. She was all wrong.
After her bath, the women dried Kimmy off, let her put her clothes back on (although they couldn't really understand why she would want to) and took her to a medium-sized hut in the village. They bade her go inside, and she did. It was empty in there, only some sort of hay bunched together for a bed in the corner, and a crude table was placed in the center of the room. Kimmy could only see this for an instant, because, even though it was the middle of the day, when the door was closed behind her, it became perfectly dark. Scared again, and feeling awfully alone, Kimmy slumped into a corner of the hut and wept.
Still hiding in the brush, mother and father were quietly arguing about what to do next. While neither really suspected cannibalism was on the natives minds (who would) they were fairly sure that their daughter wasn't brought into the village just to share in a spot of tea. Jim favored waiting, at least until nightfall, when they could possibly catch the village by surprise and maybe even sneak Kimmy out without them knowing. Janna, though, was concerned that the longer Kimmy was with them, the more danger she was in, and thought they should immediately go and confront the chief and get their daughter back.
Unfortunately, a hindrance of this plan was that, while they had the gun they'd brought to ward off wild animals, in their haste to chase after the natives (you guessed it!) they'd forgotten the bullets. Brett, for his part, was just so shocked by what was going on that he was in a daze, and offered neither help nor hindrance, as his parents discussed the possibilities. In the end, they decided that, at least for now, they would stay put, til darkness came, or until circumstances warranted their immediate entrance.
As the afternoon wore on, Kimmy pulled herself together, and tried to make the best of things. She even slept a tiny bit, as she was so worn out from the days events. It was a shallow sleep though, and she bolted wide awake when the door to the hut began to swing open. At first she was blinded by the light, having been in complete dark for so long. Slowly, though, she recognized the outline of a man. He carried a lantern which dimly lit up the hut as he closed the door. He went to hang the lantern up high on a wall, and Kimmy observed him closely. He was a very big man. Not fat, but broad, muscular, and dark as night. His face, it seemed, could be made to look kind, but it wasn't that way right now. He was wearing only some cloth around his waist which covered him just below the knees, and he was covered in sweat from the hot day outside. Very hesitantly, Kimmy tried to make friends. She smiled, "Hello?"
The large man turned and grunted at her and moved toward her with such purpose she began backing up until she found herself pressed against the wall. He stopped as he got near, and motioned harshly for her to take off her clothes. Kimmy tried to resist, to say "no, please, I don't want to, please." At that, he reached out and ripped off her shirt, which was already half torn off from her trip through the jungle. Oh God, she thought, please not this. She was a virgin, of course. He again motioned for her to take off her clothes. Quickly deciding that she'd rather that, then him ripping all of her clothes off, leaving her always naked, she nodded okay, and, with tears falling anew, slowly reached for the button at the top of her short pants. The big man backed up a step, content to wait for her as she undressed.
Trembling so much she could barely stand, Kimmy unbuttoned those pants and let them slide down her legs. Now only in her underwear, she stopped, even though she knew there would be no reprieve. Sure enough, the man gestured for her to continue, and threatened to step towards her again. Kimmy quickly motioned for him to stay where he was and reached behind her to undo the clasp on her little white bra. As her nearly perfectly round breasts came free it was almost a relief for Kimmy, because her heart was pounding so hard her tits were becoming sore constricted as they were inside that tight support structure. And, although, they would never be confused with those of a porn star, those little knockers had some bounce to them and moved up and down with Kimmy's labored breathing.
Not wanting to risk making him ask a third time, Kimmy immediately reached for the waistband of her silky panties, and slowly lowered them to the floor, revealing her, as yet, unseen and untouched pussy for the man to behold. And behold it he did. Almost like a doctor she thought, as she stood there, trying to casually cover herself with her hands, feeling very small. He motioned her to the bed.
He dropped his coverings to the floor.
Kimmy felt as if she might be in a medical state of shock. She had seen pictures of them before, but nothing like this...and it wasn't even hard yet. She stared at it as if in a trance, and thought that there was no way he could get that thing in her. It would skewer her little body. (we'll get to that later) Again, he motioned her to the bed, and the dick began to move of its own violition. Now too scared to even consider what else she could possibly do, she did as told, crossing over to where the hay was set up and standing there as if waiting for further instructions. A hand gesture told her to lay herself on the crude bed. She did, and he moved and stood over her. Such a sweet sight lay before him. Kimmy looked up. "Oh, God, here we go. Please be gentle."
The large native must not of understood her because at that moment he fell on top of her, crushing her under his weight and roughly putting his hands a thousand places at once. Squeezing her breasts so hard she thought she might actually produce milk and reaching down, between her legs looking for her most intimate of areas.
As if waking from a trance, probably out of self preservation, Kimmy began squirming around, trying to fight him off. She was no match for him, though, as he threw her legs apart and got his body between them. His dick was just outside of the opening to her sweet, pure, pussy, and it was hard now. Kimmy couldn't believe its size, it was like a snake, an Anaconda. She wasn't even given time to prepare for the invasion as he unmercifully thrust inside her with all his weight, all the way, tearing past her hymen, filling her like she never thought possible. And scream, scream she did. He began pumping in an out, a fierce look in his eyes, and she could see her blood on his dick, and soon on the sides of her thighs as she was torn apart. His mouth went to her tits to lick, then bite them. There was little pleasure involved for her, but those nipples were rock hard as he ground his teeth over them. He spit in her face, licked it up, and amazingly his dick seemed grow longer still, as he pushed deeper and deeper, into her womb.
Then he reached around, placed her legs around his ass, and began lifting her up to him as he thrust down into her, going faster and faster. She couldn't scream any more, but was crying steadily as the sweat from his chin and chest dripped onto her body, and into her mouth, the salty taste momentarily stopping her cries. Then he got a very serious look on his face and lowered his full weight onto Kimmy's body, crushing her tits against his chest. His mouth closed over hers, his tongue deep inside her mouth now as his cock made short, quick strokes into her, as if wanting to have total and continuous contact with her always. And for a second she did feel like they were almost one person, with every part of her filled by this big black man. And then he was coming, shooting deeply inside of her. She could feel each blast as they quickly reached the depths of her being. He broke off his kiss, his soul kiss, and look deeply into her eyes, with a deep grunt, as the last blast of his semen shot inside of her.
"Pregnant," she thought. "I could be pregnant. What happened to my life, I was going to go college, become something." Exhausted, the man rolled off of her, still lying beside her, his hand resting on her breast. The tears rolled anew as Kimmy thought, "Where is my family?"
They were still in their hiding spot is where they were. Still locked in argument most of the time, all of that stopped when they saw the big, black man enter the hut where their daughter was. Focused intently on that building, trying desperately to hear what was going on, it became very clear when the screaming started. The look of horror on his wife's face told Jim that now was the time for action. He whispered that they should both remain where they were, in safety, while he went to retrieve his little girl. He got up to leave but didn't get more than two steps when it became obvious that five of their male warriors were in a circle around them. While they were watching, they were being watched. The warriors had spears but made no offensive move to the family, just watched, and motioned for them to stay still. Janna held Brett close to her as Jim backed down and did what he could to remain in front of his wife and son, so as to protect them.
As time passed in the hut, the blood and semen dried against her leg, and although her cunt hurt like hell, most of all Kimmy just felt a dull ache all the way down to her soul. As exhausted as the native was, Kimmy also could barely move, and was glad for the rest that his orgasm had given her. Soon, though, his cock, which was resting against her leg, began to stir, and the hand on her breast began to massage it. "Oh, no", she thought, "not again." But, sure enough, that cock kept growing, and before long the man had rolled onto his side, and pushed her onto her side as well, so that his ever-hardening dick was laying between her butt cheeks. While she was in no danger of imminent penetration, it was clear that that would soon change. The cock kept growing as his hands slid up and down her torso, over her breasts, down to her aching pussy, and back again.
Over her shoulder she looked at him, and, knowing he really couldn't understand, she begged anyway. "Please sir, please, it hurts so much, I can't take any more, please."
A look of confusion came over his face, so she took his hand, placed it at the opening of her vagina, made a face of pain and shook her head...now wordlessly imploring him not to hurt her there again.
And he understood. He nodded, and took her hand behind her, and placed her middle finger against the opening of her asshole, and nodded again. Her mind screamed "NO!!!" and she tried to break away but he held her there, her movements doing nothing more than increasing the size of his manhood. As she cried yet again, he showed through hand motions that he wouldn't go fast, that if she cooperated, he would go slow. He wiped her tears, and nodded again. And, after a long pause, and a big sigh, she nodded back. He smiled.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God" she repeated as he got in a better position beside her. He motioned for her to watch as he licked his big hand with his big tongue, and felt the sliminess soon rubbing against her butthole. She repeated her mantra, but smiled weakly back at him. After all, he was doing her a favor, in a way. Her butt cheeks were again parted and his anaconda snuggled against her crack.
"Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay..." she said as she took deep breaths. He was now moving forward putting ever more pressure against her asshole, which did not want to give. Finally, he held her cheeks painfully apart, and pushed forward violently, the outcome of which was that the head of his dick was now imbedded in her rectum. "OOWWWWWW" she said followed by more deep breaths as he calmed her with soothing hand strokes over her face and body. Then he pushed again,
slowly putting more and more of himself into that tiny, tiny opening. "Please," she said, "no more", but he was less than halfway in and was determined to get his money's worth. Another push, another inch, and now, at least there was the blood freely flowing from her ass to lubricate the way. She offered no resistance though, just sobbed as more and more of him entered her.
And although she didn't believe it was physically possible in a few minutes he was entirely inside the little teenager. "Wow", she thought, "well at least the worst is over..."
But then he pulled most of the way out, a relief, and then slowly but surely went all the way back in again. "Nooooooooooo!!!!" she screamed, but did not fight, and willed herself to not try and move away. And he began thrusting, slowly at first....totally different from their first encounter, but then picked up the pace, thrusting into her ass like a choo-choo train. Kimmy was obliterated, all she could feel, all she could think about was that cock in her ass. The man rolled her over, on top of her again, her ass lifted up to give a good angle, as he began to slam into her with all the force he could muster. With each push he gave her a grunt, and as the cock reached deeply into her bowels, she gave him a grunt back. And they fucked.
Then she saw that look of concentration on his face again, and was relieved that it was almost over. But then another look, one of the excitement of a new idea, crossed his face. He pointed to his dick, then to her mouth, and she knew what he wanted. And she knew she would throw up. And she motioned that she wouldn't do it. His face got very angry as he slammed into her harder than ever before, crushing her with his weight, his black face, almost purple, just over hers. He grabbed her cheeks til her mouth opened wide and then spit into her mouth, and showed her his fist. She had no choice. Crying again she nodded. Satisfied, he lifted himself up a bit and began pumping into her ass with greater strength than ever, each hand crushing one of her breasts. And he got that look again. Kimmy knew what was coming. He was.
The man pulled out of her bleeding ass, and brought his monster cock, covered in blood and shit, to her tightly closed lips and laid it against them.. Disgusted by the sight and smell, she nevertheless parted those lips and allowed it to enter. A few inches were pushed in, and she closed her mouth around it, with its filth filling her tastebuds with dread. But, instinctively knowing what must be done to end the humiliation, she began to suck on the vile thing, and was rewarded with his hot shots of liquid protein. She gagged, but swallowed, and gagged again. She thought of that phrase, "Eat Shit and Die" and hoped it wasn't true. The man looked down at her innocent little all-American face, covered with shit, blood , drool, and cum, and smiled at her. She closed her eyes.
At that moment, young Brett opened his to see that the villagers were now motioning for them to stand. They did, and then pointed for them to go down into the village. But the directions were not done in anger, in fact, they were as courteous as they could be. To the natives, they were honored guests who had provided them with their upcoming feast, and they were now being invited to share it with them.. A major honor, really. They got to the village and again a large crowd gathered, but they were meant no harm. The chief came to Jim and stuck his hand out to shake it Western style. Taken aback, Mr. Purdy couldn't think of anything to do but shake it. The chief smiled and said, "Good"
Just then two women led Kimmy out of the hut, her bra and pants were on again, but for some reason her shirt was missing. Her face was a mess, and there were blood stains down the front and backs of her legs. Janna called to her, but Kimmy never looked up at them, just continued on, back to the lake to wash up. Jim looked to the chief who again smiled and said "Good!" Jim then looked to his wife, who had no answers.
With Kimmy out of sight, the family was invited to join a little supper. It was a meat dish, they couldn't tell what kind, but it was very tasty. In the distance a large barbecue pit was being set up for the next day. Despite their worries, at least they all appeared to be safe for the time being, and relaxed a bit. This was especially true of Brett, who was receiving much attention from the young girls of the tribe, who were entranced by his blond hair. Janna, however, kept him from going too far away. Just before sunset, Kimmy was led back to hut, looking clean, at least.
After bathing, Kimmy was made to know that nothing more was required of her that night. Walking back into the village, and seeing her family sitting in a big circle with the tribe, eating with them, she couldn't understand what was going on. When they saw her, she looked away, unable to meet their eyes.
Entering the hut, it had been cleaned up, and the man was nowhere to be seen.
Soon, a woman arrived with some soup and vegetables which Kimmy gratefully took and ravenously devoured. Another came in with some salve for Kimmy to rub on her genitals to make them heal more quickly, and ease the pain. The native lady left it for Kimmy to do for herself , when she had privacy. Then the women left, leaving a lantern, and locked the hut shut behind them. Kimmy applied the salve, which was miraculous, and slept.
As for the other Purdy's, they were given a hut of their own to sleep in. (a guard was posted, of course) And they did. (sleep, that is) The most shocking thing to Kimmy when she opened her eyes the next morning was how well and rested she felt. Sure, there was a little soreness, but for the most part, she felt incredibly alive. (that was about to change, but let's not tell her just yet.) Plus, now, whatever the circumstances, she was a woman. Probably she was meant to be their slave, concubine or something, and when her parents got back to civilization they would send an army to rescue her. Not too bad, if you think about it that way.
There were other shocking things to see though. Windows were now open in the hut, allowing for lots of light and ventilation, and a new table had been added next to the larger one, in the center of the room. On it, a woman placed a bowl of finely chopped vegetables. "Umm, breakfast", Kimmy thought. She sat up in bed as a large black man walked in, in what appeared to be a white doctor's coat...or a chef's uniform. "Good Morning, Hope you slept well!" he boomed to her with a big friendly smile, and a perfect British accent. She looked up at him closely, and knew that (unless that stereotype about them all looking alike was true) this was the same man who'd...been with her the day before.
"You...you..."
"Yes, it's me. Hope I didn't hurt you too much. Always been a fantasy of mine, you know, the big black native, raping the innocent little white girl. Hope you didn't mind too much. Also, of course, it was important I loosen you up for today."
"Today?"
"Yes, we'll get to that later" He turned and said something in an unknown language. The women inside quickly left, then came back in with a long pole with a point in one end which they propped up against a wall and then exited, leaving them alone again. "So, how are you feeling...um, Kimmy, is it?"
Kimmy was very confused. "Yes, fine, thank you. You...you speak English."
He laughed, "Yes, surprise, surprise. My father...he's the old chief, you know...well he sent me to Britain to be educated, to learn western Medicine. We haven't had much luck with witch doctor's around here lately. I was there for over ten years, I've even taught him a few words of English. Isn't that fun."
"I guess...what do you want from me."
He frowned, "Yes, I suppose we must get to that. I'm to be your doctor...and your chef. Don't worry, I've done this many times before. I'll make it as easy on you as possible."
"Done what" she asked, "make what as easy on me as possible."
"Oh, spitting and cooking you of course. Come now, don't look so surprised, I know you've heard stories of cannibals in deepest, darkest Africa. Well, guess what, it's true. Right now, they're lighting the fire that you'll soon be roasting on. Look." He pointed out a window, where she could indeed see the natives setting a great barbecue pit ablaze.
She stood up defiantly, "You can't... I won't let you! My parents won't let you!!!
The large black man, moved to her and gently lifted her up so she was sitting on the table, and able to stare at him eye to eye. "I want you to listen to me very carefully. This is something you don't have any choice in, your parents...they don't have any choice either. Right now, they are honored guests, but if they try to stop us, they will wind up as part of the feast as well. Part of your job will be to convince them to go along, for their own safety. Now, listen, I like you very much. I want to be your friend. What is going to happen today is going to happen today, and nothing can stop it. I want to make it as easy for you as I can, but frankly, I need your help. This can go very smoothly, or very painfully with consequences not just for you but for your brother, your parents, unless we team up to make the best of the situation. The time we spent together was wonderful, I want to make this good for you. I know that you will taste so good, better than we've had in years. It really is an honor, if that's helps." He paused for a moment. "So, will you help me? Kimmy, sweetheart, will you?
Kimmy couldn't speak. So many things were running through her head. Tears had begun to roll down her cheeks as he was talking, because she knew what he said was true. But still... "But..." she said.
"No, Kimmy, there are no butts. This is going to happen, it's going to happen today. Will you cooperate so it can go well?"
What could she say. She didn't want to die, she definitely didn't want to be eaten, but what else could she do? Besides, she had to save her family. Kimmy looked up at him, searched his face for a way out, and, finding none, slowly nodded her head, and, on her third try finally got out the words, "Yes. I will cooperate."
Her chef smiled and gave her a peck on her cheek. "Good for you. I knew we could count on you. The first thing we need for you to do is tell your family, make them understand, to save their lives, make them agree. Then we can get started."
Men came in and led Kimmy to where her parents had been assemhemorrhage. The chief was there as well. Kimmy gave it her best effort, better than even she believed she could do, and in fact, was the only one there who hadn't shed any tears when at last she'd convinced them to let what was to be...be. Except for the chief, of course, who proudly repeated the word "Cook" every time she used it. At the end, they all hugged each other for the last time, holding on to each other until mother, father, and son were led off to the lake to avoid hearing the preparation process, and Kimmy walked (also for the last time) back into the hut.
Her chef was waiting for her, and after she closed the door behind her and they shut the windows, he lifted her back up onto the table. She looked down at the second table and saw that a selection of finely crafted knives had been placed next to the bowl of vegetables. "Oh My God!!!" she blanched.
"There, there, now. Are you scared?" he asked in a friendly way. Kimmy nodded, starting to tremble. "Would you like me to tell you what's going to happen, so you won't have any nasty surprises?"
"Um, yes, uh...please." she couldn't believe this was happening. "Okay, I'll take you through it step by step. First, I'm going to give you a little potion. It won't lessen your pain, unfortunately, because we need that to help season your meat. But it will help to keep you conscious, help you live longer, and slow down any bleeding that occurs. Then, I'll have you lie back on this table, and take that spit and insert it into your pussy or your ass...I'll let you choose, okay, sweetheart, and we'll push it up into your stomach. At that point, I'll use the knives to cut you open and remove any of your entrails that aren't good for eating. Also, then I will be able to safely guide the spit around your important organs, so that you're still alive when we put you over the fire...again, makes your meat taste so much better. Now at that point, I'll add the vegetables into your stomach, to sort of..."
Kimmy's stomach went into her throat. "Stuffing?"
He smiled. "That's right, you've got it. Then, after sewing you back up we'll push the spit up through your throat, and out your mouth." Instinctively, Kimmy's hand flew up to her throat. "Then we have to nail your hands and feet to the spit so you'll turn nicely on the barbecue, and take you off to roast. Oh my, I bet you'd like to examine the spit."
The chef turned and picked up the spit. While his back was turned Kimmy picked up one of the scary looking knives and had it pointed as his face when he turned back around. Not a bit ruffled, he calmly spoke to her. "Now Kimmy, you could try that...and I can almost understand why you'd want to try, but listen dear, even if you succeeded all you'd accomplish would be to make the whole village sad, deprive them of their doctor. But there are over 30 of us, another one would still come in and butcher you...and not as nicely as I will, I might add. And, of course, they'd take your family as well. So, I want you to really think about it before you make your next move."
This was it, she thought. If I give him the knife, I really will die today...I'll die. On the other hand...but there was no other hand. She slowly gave him the knife, and her life.
"Good girl, you've made the right choice." He then showed her the holes in the spit that would allow her to breathe once spitted, and asked if she had any questions.
"Isn't there anything you can do. Please, I...I don't want to die. I was going to go to college too in the fall, I want to be a doctor too. Can't we get somebody el..." she couldn't finish that sentence. "Isn't there anything else we can do."
"Nothing. I'm sorry."
Mostly defeated, she asked, "Well, could you at least make it so it doesn't hurt so much?
"No, dear, no. We need your pain." he paused. "So, are you ready?"
Now totally defeated, Kimmy, gulped, nodded, and squeezed out a faint "yes".
"That's my girl. Why don't you get out of those clothes for me now, so we can get cookin." Kimmy was about to ask if she really had to, but stopped, because she knew it was a stupid question. She reached back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She was surprised that, even after what they had done the day before, she was still embarrassed to have him see her topless. Then she unbuttoned her shorts, and with her chef kindly lifting her up an inch, managed to slide them and her panties all the way off.
"Well, you are certainly a fine specimen. Don't mean to upset you, but I'm starting to really look forward to this. Why don't you lie back now." he said as he raised the spit.
But Kimmy stopped him. "Wait, wait... I mean, aren't we supposed to do the potion first?"
The chef clapped his hands to his face. "you see, there, what would I do without you? Here you go." She drank down the bitter liquid and hoped he'd given her enough. "Okay, good girl. You ready?"
"Not really."
"But you'll lie back now anyway, won't you." He said with a laugh. She nodded, and did lie back on the table, swinging her feet up so her whole body was resting on the surface of the operating table, and tried not to squirm as his hands fiddled with her genitals. He pushed two fingers inside her pussy, and two in her ass as she took a deep breath. "Wow, both still really tight," he said as he pumped the fingers in and out of her. Plus the spit is actually much larger than I am, gonna be a tight squeeze. Which would you prefer, vaginal or anal spitting?"
"I...I don't know. Which is better?"
"Hard to say. Your pussy is a little bigger, but your ass will give me a better angle. Tell you what, my fist is about the size of the spit, I'll put my fist in your pussy and ass to loosen them up, and see which seems better."
"Your WHOLE fist!"
"It's about the same size. Look, see." He showed her. "Okay, just lay your head back, take deep breaths, and try to relax." With that the fingers came out of Kimmy's ass, as he forced 3, 4, then all five of his digits into her pussy, as she winced and breathed deeply. "Okay, baby, I've got my hand in, you're doing very well. I'm going to make it into a fist now." He did, and she bit her lip to avoid screaming. He moved it in and out the slightest bit to show what the spit would feel like. Then he removed his hand. "Good job, Kimmy, no bleeding. Let's do your ass now."
"Do we have to?"
"Yes, dear, I really think we should. Roll over on you stomach for me so I can get to it easier." Reluctantly, she did, and after oiling up his hand, he propped her ass high in the air, and inserted 2, 3, 4 (and by now she was screaming) and finally all of his fingers in her asshole. When he announced he would now make it into a fist, she begged him not to, but he made soothing sounds, and rubbed her back until she calmed. Then, with great effort (and pain) he was able to turn the hand into a fist. Even when her screaming subsided, he was unable to move the fist at all. And when he pulled it out, it was covered in blood. " You know, I think maybe we should go with your pussy. You agree?" She did. "All right," he said as he wiped off his hand, "let's get you spitted!!!"
Reluctantly, Kimmy turned herself back over so her chef could force the wooden spit through her body. He put his hand back inside of her to get her loose again, and even licked her clit a little bit. She had never felt anything like that before, and it did sort of relax her. That relaxation went away, though when he brought up the business end of the spit, and placed it at the entrance of her sweet 18 year pussy. "Here we go, sweetheart!" he said and without another word nine inched were thrust inside of her.
"Oh my God, that's SO big. I don't know if I..."
He cut her off. "Well, I know, now spread those beautiful legs as wide as you can so we can push through your cervix." Although it almost felt like suicide helping him this way (and damn it, she wanted to LIVE) Kimmy sighed and dutifully did the splits while lying on the table. She thought she'd felt pain the night before when he'd fucked her for the first time, and again today when his fist was in her ass, but nothing could prepare her for the stabbing pain which coursed thru Kimmy's body when Chef plunged that thick, sharp spit thru her cervix and into her stomach cavity. Fully two feet of it was now buried inside the screaming, bleeding girl, and he waited again for Kimmy to regain her composure before he went on. When she did he had take her hand and push into her stomach to feel the hard pole which was lodged there. Kimmy was now beyond the point of much rational conversation, as she did most of her talking to God. She didn't even protest when he tied up her hands and feet so she wouldn't thrash when he cut her.
Chef gave Kimmy a few more inches of pole, before stopping and pulling up a knife...the very one she had pointed at him not long ago. This immediately got her attention, and she stopped all sobbing and stared at the blade. "Okay, Kimmy, it's time for me to begin gutting you. This can be unpleasant, but I want you to stay as still as possible while I slice through your stomach." Her eyes widened as the knife's point came down to her body, just below her breasts. She sobbed, "No, please." and shut her eyes as the pain came. He pressed the blade deeply into her chest and ran it down in a straight line to just below her belly button. It was when he placed his hands on either side of the wound and opened it wide that she almost lost control, but she held on, clenching and unclenching her hands, her face a mask of pain, as he started pulling out and snipping off her small intestine. He worked quickly, pulling out this and that with a great expertise that took very little time, but which seemed like an eternity to Kimmy as she lay there, moaning thru clenched teeth.
Her body cavity now empty of all non vital organs he again cautioned her to remain still. "This is the most delicate part, Kimmy, I'm going to guide the spit past your heart and lungs so you'll be with me til the end. But if you move, it could be the end of you." Although Kimmy couldn't understand why, she did want to keep on living as long as she could and so she remained still as he reached inside her, pushing this and that body part out of the way, until he had successfully guided the end of the spit to just below her throat. After congratulating her for her efforts, Chef quickly filled her insides with the stuffing and sewed her stomach back up so she looked almost whole again...if you didn't notice all of her entrails lying around her on the floor.
When Chef looked back into her eyes, he was surprised by the calm that he found there. Sure, he could still see the pain in her eyes if he looked for it, but there was also a peacefulness. "It's really over, isn't it" she said, her voice raspy from the spit sticking into her throat. "I'm past the point of no return now...I'm meat."
Chef nodded, "And you've done a very good job, sweetie, any last words?" She had none, and after he gave her one last kiss, he pulled her head off the end of the table so it hung down and had her open her mouth. Walking back to her pussy, he pushed one last time, and Kimmy felt one last burst of pain as the spit tore through her throat and came out her mouth. Chef fed another couple feet thru Kimmy's body, ignored it when she farted an onion out her ass, and came to her face again, armed with a hammer and nails. He kissed her cheek, nibhemorrhage her nipples and brought his hands to hers, which he lifted over her head, and placed on the spit. Massaging the palm of her right hand he gently asked Kimmy to please open up her hand for him. Even though she knew what was coming, her fearful, tearful eyes betraying her, she opened up her hand for him. He placed the nail to her palm, and, with one powerful blow, drove it through both hands, and into the wood below. Her body jerked upwards as the second strike of the hammer permanently fastened her hands to the spit. Her feet were soon done in the same manner. And she was no longer Kimmy Purdy, she was meat.
The Purdy's were brought back into the village so they could watch as the meat that had once been their loved one, was carried out and placed over the fire. The meat looked at her former family as she was carried by them. Brett waved goodbye to her, Janna looked away, but Jim just stared at the little girl that had once been his daughter.
And onto the fire she went. The meat tried to look at the people who were looking at her, but the spinning of her body as she was being turned over made her dizzy, so she just closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of what was happening to her. The village lady who kept basting her did help ward off the burning feel on her skin somewhat, but the spit was heating up, and she could feel her clit being burned off. Yes, it was painful, but it did the trick as the meat experienced the first and only orgasm of her young life. And then that young life...ended.
The Purdy's (what was left of them) were not in any mood to join in the feast, although even Janna had to admit to herself that the girl smelled awfully good. Chef informed them it would be a major insult should they refuse, so, sitting right next to the chief and his wife, they watched as the servers cut into the steaming carcass which now lay in front of them. The meat tasted...well, not like chicken, not like anything really, but it certainly wasn't unpleasant. Jim looked at it as being able to have a piece of his daughter with him forever.
Janna ate everything in front of her, but never looked at her plate, instead studying those around her with great intensity. Brett, well, Brett secretly admitted to himself that he had always wanted to taste his sister, although maybe not in this way. Still, he did get a chubby when he watched them slice off her breasts.
In the morning, they headed back to civilization, wanting only to be home, never to leave again. When they got on the plane Brett was to sit a row ahead of his parents. About halfway thru the flight, he found the care package the villagers had made for him. As he bit into the sandwich, he thought about the girl next door, and trued to imagine how she might taste.
Jim and Janna, now finished with their tears over their lost son, looked at each other with the same thought running through their heads. "Boy, wouldn't this make a great story!"