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The story
briefly;
A
documentary team, come up with an idea to go to the Amazon and make a
documentary about a native tribe. The team consists of five guys and a woman.
In order to
get some inside information about the tribe Peter, the team leader asks
Rosalind, female reporter to live with and beside the women of the tribe. But things
start to go horribly wrong for Rosalind when Peter can see an even better story
in all this and manipulates Rosalind that results in dire consequences
There is
not a lot of sex in the story…it comes towards the end.
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Native Wife
by Lisa Peacock
The idea
had come to Peter one night. The network was looking for a new series. The old
one was drawing to a close and they needed to replace it with something…the
only question was with what?
A true to
life series, the jungle…the Amazon…natives. Find a lost tribe, surely there
must be a tribe of natives still out there they could find and film. Make a
documentary about, live with them for a few weeks, follow their every move, let
the people of the so called civilized world see what it was like to live day to
day without all the home comforts that they had become accustomed to.
When the
board and film crew met the following morning he put the question to them. At
first there were doubts about the project. “Nah don’t think so Peter…god where
are you gona find a lost tribe…emphasis on lost…could take you forever and
still come up empty handed…all that effort for nothing”
But Peter
would not be deterred; he spoke long, hard, enthusiastically and with passion
for the project and slowly the tide turned in his favour. After two hours he
had them all as enthusiastic as he was. Now all he had to do was pick his crew.
Stefan
Browdie for one…good guy. Alan Sangster two, another great guy. Bill Pearce and
Tony Stedman…. plus himself, that was five…he could take one more, but who
would that be. Rosalind Hardaker had approached him…she was most enthusiastic
about it…but a women…hell no…it would be no place for a female…savages, snakes,
creepy spiders…no real sanitation…no not a place for a female.
But
Rosalind or Roz to her friends and colleagues was not to be put off so quickly
and easily, the team needed a woman on it and she was determined to be the
one…besides none of the other women were keen to go anyway.
She put her
case just as strongly as Peter had put his case…plenty of passion and
enthusiasm. “Besides there are women in the tribe, they live day to day with
their husbands…you need a women to get along side these wives…they are more
likely to open up to another female than a man…a females prospective of the day
to day living habits”
Peter
thought long and hard, he’d thrown everything at Roz…telling her how hard life
would be and all the dangers…but she did have a point…the woman-to-woman thing.
“Ok, you’re
in” he said “But don’t say you weren’t warned…you’re on your own”
“Oh come on
Peter I’m a big girl I can look after myself you know”
Yes she was
a big girl, but not over weight big, in fact she presented quite a nice healthy
package, not the skinny type, a well-shaped and sexy body and big boobs, it was
her boobs that had Peter’s attention right now, with her blond hair and height
she reminded him of an Amazon warrior, she would probably be at least as tall
as the native men they were going in search of.
It was now
a question of putting it all together, organizing it. Peter was determined to
make this one of the best documentaries he’s ever made…this was going into the
depths of the jungle where very few had ventured before. Everything had to be
checked and double-checked. There was no dropping off at the local super market
to pick up any forgotten item…he estimated two months, maybe three. As the day
of departure neared, the excitement within each of the members heightened,
their interpreter and guide finally arrived, there was no more waiting it was
time to go.
The only
way to reach the tribe was via boats; there was no ready-made track or roads.
It was a question of searching each and every inlet. The guide only had a rough
idea where they would be. The heat was intense, the sound of wildlife from the
forest as they passed by, chirps, screeches, monkeys and wild boar. Their first
two weeks were spent on the search, camping near the rivers edge, guards
keeping a nightly vigilance, sleep was almost impossible, hammocks preferable
to sleeping at ground level. Morning would come and it was another day and
another search. When a small canoe came around the bend in the river, it was
their first lead. They told the guide that the tribe he was looking for was
only another fifty miles upstream. Suddenly all their spirits lifted, they’d
all but made it. Their elation was short lived, they saw the smoke coming from
what they thought was the village, but instead it was but a few tribesmen
rummaging the forest and river for food…however all was not lost, these were
men from the village they sought, the only problem was that their boats could
not go any further, the tribesmen would take them to their destination using
their own boats…more back breaking and sweaty work as they offloaded from one
boat to the other.
As night was
closing in they decided to stay where they were and make the final part of the
journey at first light. By mid afternoon of that day they finally arrived…to be
greeted by men, women and children, smiling, laughing and shouting with
excitement…visitors from the outside were few and far between. The men brown
skinned and naked, a sight not lost on Rosalind as she tried to avert her eyes
from staring at their penises and the women likewise, brown skinned and naked,
showing all their femininity, bringing smiles to the male contingent of the
party.
“Well
Roz…doesn’t look like you’ll be short of dick if you want any” Peter teased,
smiling at her
“Shut up
you bastard…you guys seem just as well catered for” she retorted.
They had
not expected such a jubilant reception a reception that was most friendly and
welcoming. With help from the village men, the canoes were quickly unloaded and
huts of straw were allocated to the crew, a separate one for Rosalind…it looked
like hammocks were the way of sleeping out here, apart from one hammock there
was little else in the hut…Spartan was a word for luxury.
Crates
stored and extra camera’s unpacked, it was time to organize the documentary and
how it was going to go down. Peter now saw the benefit in bringing Rosalind
along…with so many women; he allocated her the job of getting to know them. The
men…well the men would of course take care of the men…get to know them…how they
worked, hunted and lived.
The women
folk of the village took an instant liking toward Rosalind…they milled around
her smiling, laughing and shouting in a language she could not understand. It
took the interpreter to tell her that they thought she was very beautiful and
they wanted to adopt her as a sister whilst she remained at the camp.
“Great…great
idea” said Peter “Just what we want in the doco…I’m getting some idea’s here
sweetheart…with the women taking such an interest, we can make it all about
you…you be the star, living with the family on a day to day basis…its great,
just great I’m liking this better all the time”
“Just as
long as you don’t expect me to run around naked Peter…not with you horny
bastards in tow”
“Er no…no
of course not…but it would look authentic wouldn’t it?”
“Yeh and
how many viewers are going to be watching me across the world when we go to air
with it?”
“This will
be great viewing Roz…authenticity will make a big difference…. but I won’t
insist on it…whatever you are comfortable with…become an adopted sister first
honey” holding up his hands in surrender.
So the
documentary was underway, there would be many hours and much footage…most of it
edited out, leaving only that which was considered the best.
Rosalind
lived with the women folk, finding out about their duties around the village,
not too dissimilar to the outside world…most of the menial and back breaking
tasks, unlike back home she had no modern appliances to help her out.
So far she
had managed to keep most of her clothes on, although she had consented to
facial and body painting. The village had, had an initiating ceremony, which
lasted most of the day and when it was all over she was officially a sister, a
member of the village family. He new name now Palo
Each day
her body paint would be brought up to scratch, applying new where needed, her
eyes were framed like the mask worn by Zorro or Lone Ranger, it was bright
yellow, red dots were placed inside this area like freckles, her arms were
criss crossed with stripes of orange yellow and white…yes she was a family
member with sisters to look after her…the sisters next task was to get her out
there…naked like a true family member.
She worked
hard alongside the other women, cleaning, washing and fetching. Edwan a
fifty-year-old tribesman had taken to this young blond female. He was strong
with long black hair hanging to his shoulders and he wore a head band, was a
good hunter, what he did not have was a good wife, his original wife having
taken off with another man from another tribe, yes this woman would do him
nicely.
Peter could
see how things were developing…he had a sense for these things. What would make
good viewing and what didn’t? The story was unfolding inside his head, far into
the future, he just had to steer it, manipulate it.
“You’re
doing a great job Roz…this is becoming a great doc…this is going to make you
famous girl…you’ll see…just roll along with it and don’t worry we’ll stop when
we think things are going too far…just do enough to make it look real honey…ok”
he asked
“Yeah, yeah
I know…but it’s easy to do…these people are so easy to get on with…so….so lay
back, for all the hard work they do, they still enjoy life and a freedom we do
not have back in civilization, no hours spent on freeways, no deadlines…perhaps
they don’t have all the mod cons but they still survive and are happy”
“Shit
girl…you sound like you’re one of them now…you’re not going bush on us are
you?” he asked
“No…no of
course not…I’m just saying it’s not what I expected…they are great people and
happy people…you could do a lot worse in life…I guess that’s what I’m saying”
“Ok honey,
ok if you say so…now lets get back to business…you ready to get your gear off
yet?”
“No you can
forget that Peter”
The days
passed and the camera followed Rosalind and the tribe around. The sisters were
determined to get Rosalind out of her clothing and to participate as a true
sister…the language was a barrier, but Roz was aware of their feelings, as a
small concession she stripped down to bra and pants, which revealed much more
of her beautiful body.
At long
last there was a smile on Peters face when she emerged from her hut that
morning to join the other women folk. The camera took in the new images of
Rosalind with suitable comments from Peter and crew.
The sight
of Roz had not gone unnoticed by the other male natives. In particular Edwan.
“I marry
that woman” he said to his fellow men standing watching “I marry and make my
wife…she will make good wife…give me fine children”
The others
nodded and murmured their agreement “Yes indeed she will make you a fine wife
Edwan”
Edwan
wanted to please Rosalind…not with great affection…but by bringing her gifts.
Of course the gifts weren’t of fine expensive jewelry but small wooden carvings
or the odd pig, goat or monkey…which she and the other women folk cooked over
an open fire. Entering into the spirit of things was all part of Rosalind,
trying new parts of meat she would have found disgusting back home. She was
pleasantly surprised it did not taste quite as bad as she had thought.
The more
Rosalind worked at it the more the village people took to her; she was in their
eyes one of them now…a family member.
Edwan spent
much time with her and brought her many hunting trophies. She in turn enjoyed
his company, even though she could not speak the language. Peter and the crew
kept to the outer edge, letting things develop, recording all for his
documentary…so far he was pleased with it.
It was all
hard sweaty work for Rosalind…but she never wavered, never gave in. She was
determined to show Peter and the others just how strong she was. She’d see this
doc to the final edge. She went with the women and men into the steaming
forests to hunt and scavenge for food, carrying and humping great heavy
loads…if the other women could do it so could she. The more she tried the more
intense Edwan’s feelings became toward her.
He kept
telling the men and indeed the women also that he intended to marry and have
her for his wife…she was a goodly woman. The women also thought she would be a
good wife for him. “She is now part of our family Edwan and we want her to
stay…you must marry her and give her children…then she will stay” was what they
were telling him. The men nodded agreement…it should be so, they said.
“It should
be the day of the fertility celebrations, when we all prey for a good crop and
continuing abundance of food…we will incorporate it then” he said all agreed
and there was an air of excitement through the village.
“I think
the villagers are organizing a wedding” the interpreter said to Peter.
“Oh who’s
might that be?” he asked
“Your woman
Rosalind” he replied
Suddenly he
had Peter’s attention. “Say again” he asked
The
interpreter again told him what he had heard. Suddenly Peter could sense a
great ending or even a great start to a series coming up.
“Say
nothing to the team…leave this to me…a wedding eh…it wouldn’t be binding or
anything like that would it…purely symbolic eh?” he asked
“Well
yes…and no” replied the interpreter
“What do
you mean?” Peter asked
“Well she
could up and off and no one outside this village would give a toss….but in the
villagers eyes she’d be married alright…it would take a great deal to convince
them otherwise”
Peter
pondered the response “Hmm, yes well leave it with me and I repeat tell no one
eh”
The
interpreter assured him he would not say a word.
The women
had eventually persuaded their sister to bath in the river instead of the make
shift shower that had been set up for the “Civilized” city people. The river
was known to contain certain nasty’s, that could eat or bight you…but bath in
it she had.
It was that
night that the women had decided it was time for Rosalind to become just the
same as them, naked. If she was to marry Edwan she had to dress like them…or in
this instance undress like them. As she slept in her hammock they removed all
her clothing so that when she awoke the following day, there was nothing for
her to wear. The women were quick to inform her of their intentions. There was
no way she was going out there without pants and bra…no way…famous last words?
It was
obvious to Rosalind; if she was ever going to leave this hut again she was only
going to do it naked. Her sisters fussed and laughed around her, even though
she could not understand them, it was obvious they were trying hard to persuade
and assure her all was going to be all right. They were busily painting and
adorning her naked breasts; her face and arms freshly painted and made up. A
headband added and to help a little with her modesty…what best could be
described as a brief G-string a thong and a short grass skirt around her
waist…it left absolutely nothing to the imagination…to all intents and purposes
she was naked. The team was going to take great delight in viewing her bare ass
Now all
they had to do was get her outside, they knew once she got over this modesty
feeling she would be able to embrace her new attire or again lack of, quite
easily…after all her sisters had been doing it for centuries and thought
nothing of it.
Surrounded
by so many pulling and pushing women, laughing and giggling, bit by bit she was
ushered out the door.
“Bloody
hell”
“Holly
shit”
“Fuck me
look at those tits”
“Never mind
the tits…look at that ass”
It was her
fellow crewmembers that stood gaping, opened mouthed at their female
colleague…naked female colleague.
“I’m
getting a hard on” gasped one.
“You
getting all this Sangster” growled Peter “Get this on camera you fucking
moron…I want good close up of it…do you hear”
“Yeah…yeah
I’m getting it boss…I’m getting it” and he was, the close up of Roz’s naked
body was even better and his pants now bulged from the erection he now had.
Strangely
Rosalind didn’t feel embarrassed in front of the native men…it came from the
ogling eyes of her colleagues and she could see Sangster’s bulging trousers.
“You’re a
very lucky man Edwan…to have such a woman as your wife” said one of the village
men.
“Yes indeed
I am” replied Edwan “But she’s not my wife yet” he added
“But she
soon will be Edwan” he replied.
Her initial
embarrassment over, Rosalind moved around the village with the other women,
carrying out her tasks. All the time the camera was focused on her…particular
her breasts and ass…these parts would be cut for private viewing, not the
worldwide audience. She looked like all the rest…only difference she was white,
not brown.
Peter was
pleased…very pleased; it was going just as he hoped it would…perhaps even a
little better.
“I think
that guy…what’s his name…er Edwan is that it…has the hots for you Roz” he said
to Rosalind one day. “You should marry him” smiling.
Rosalind
didn’t like the way Peter always seemed to be putting Edwan down…but of course
this was to wind Roz up.
“He’s a
good man Peter…works hard…they all do…they’re a great bunch of people…probably
a lot happier than some back home…even if they don’t have as many worldly
goods”
“Whow are
so gona marry this guy Roz…settle down and have his kids…is that it Roz”
“No…no its
not…I’m just saying a girl could do far worse…he’ll find an marry a nice
village girl one day Peter and she’ll give him kids…he deserves a nice girl”
Peter
smiled at her “Well you’re now a village girl Roz…you’re one of them now aren’t
you” he said, his eyes running lustfully over her naked body.
“Only for
the purposes of the doc Peter, then its back to normal…and keep your fucking
eyes up here, looking at my face not my tits and cunt eh”
Rosalind
turned and stormed out of the hut.
“Oh you
look even better when you’re mad” “And you have a nice ass as well sweetheart”
he added smiling.
Peter
quickly sent for the interpreter.
“You know I
think you may just have a willing bride at this wedding they are organizing”
He then
went on to tell him how much Rosalind was in love with Edwan and that she would
be quite honored to be his wife…but they would have to organize it pretty soon as
their time was almost up…they had already stopped a month longer than they
should have done.
The
interpreter was quick to pass the news on to the villagers who were now eager
and excited to get this wedding put together.
“Do you
think that was wise Peter” one of the crew asked
“Don’t
worry Stefan, nothings going to happen, I just want it all to look realistic.
We all know it’s not legal…Rosalind gets married for the camera then we all
leave…makes for great viewing”
They all
looked at each other shaking their heads. “I don’t know Peter I think you are
taking a big risk…you don’t really know these people…they’re a friendly bunch
but tampering with their feelings like this could have repercussions”
“Oh you do
worry so, Rosalind’s a big girl…she told me so…she knows just how far to go”
said Peter reassuring them all.
In fact
Rosalind had already consulted with Peter, she had heard the rumor that Edwan
liked her and that he wanted to marry her, take her for his wife.
“Peter just
how far I am supposed to go with Edwan….I think I should tell him now that I
cannot marry him…he’s a nice guy, a very nice guy, if things were different and
if I had to choose a husband I’m sure he would be the one…but I don’t want to
hurt his feeling…not Edwan”
“Look we
are almost finished here, the doc is looking fine, white woman marries lost
tribesman…it’s got to be a great success…it makes great viewing…we’ll get great
reviews and besides Edwan knows it isn’t going to work, he just likes the idea
of marrying you….a show for the villagers…believe me you’re doing a great
job…now don’t worry we’re here for you…nothings gona happen”
“You sure?”
“Yes…yes
I’m sure, now go Palo…go join your sisters’ He said “And by the way you do have
a great ass” he added smiling
Fertility
day was upon them. Men, women and children all prepared for this day, plus it
was going to incorporate Edwan’s wedding day, the marriage between Edwan and
Palo, a double celebration. Most of the day would be taken up with
celebrations. Pigs and monkey’s were prepared as the meat, along with root
crops from the forest. Another root crop made the alcoholic drink, a rather
intoxicating mix.
First the
dress, here the women helped Roz or Palo, like all brides she must look her
best for her future husband. Fresh facial makeup, fresh painted body parts, a
headband adorned with flowers from the forest and she made and looked the
beautiful bride. As the hour arrived to start the festival, her heart began to
race and thump in her chest; it somehow felt like the real thing.
The
festival began, singing and chanting women paraded in front of the men folk,
carrying forest flowers or home made gifts for the god of fertility.
Edwan’s
heart was filled with pride as he watched his soon to be bride, parade past
him. He smiled at her and she returned his smile…his own heartbeat even faster.
It was a day of much eating and much drinking the intoxicating liquid starting
to take effect, Rosalind began to feel a little woozy, a time perhaps to slow
up on the drink.
The time
had come for the wedding; the sisters pushed Palo to the front as they walked
slowly toward the men. Edwan led the male villagers, and then they stopped and
faced each other. Edwan said something to Palo. Stepped forward and placed a
wood effigy at her feet, indicating she pick it up.
This was
the point that the village waited for…would she or would she not. The thing
being Palo was completely ignorant at what it meant to pick it up. They held
their breaths, and then Palo kneeled, took the little wooden effigy in her hand
and stood up. A great sigh went through the crowd. Palo had accepted Edwan’s
proposal of marriage. The women smiled at one another, the men nodded their
approval and Peter grinned…this was going better than expected.
Palo turned
the little wooden effigy over, put her hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh.
Oh dear…the
effigy was carved in the image of a man and it showed the man with an erection.
The women already knew about the effigy and likewise joined in the laughter.
Edwan’s
face was beaming, Palo and her were now husband and wife…it was as simple as
that…no long drawn out speeches…quick and to the point. The men and women
encircled the happy couple. Edwan stepped forward and placed his arms around
his wife, holding her tight, one sweaty body against another. Rosalind realized
what had just happened…it was all over…in those brief moments she had been
married and Edwan was now her husband and she his wife. Oh god she thought,
this is just so not happening, it was all supposed to be a documentary, play
along with it darling…it’s not for real…just pretend, Peter had said, the
bastard had set her up and set her up good. It should never have got this far…I
should have put a stop to it right from the start. How was she going to tell
this nice man that she was not really his wife and that she and the crew
intended to leave soon? She was flattered by it all, she could have quite
easily have loved such a man, but not here…she had to leave, go back to
civilization.
Edwan held
her close and pressed his lips against her lips, at first she pushed against
him trying to push and fend him off…but guilt stopped her. The last thing she
wished was to humiliate him in front of the village…she responded, the kiss
lasting a minute or two…the thing was she enjoyed it and felt a certain arousal
from it. The sight of the kiss and embrace was a joy to the villagers, smiling
and clapping.
The camera
of course was catching it all. “White woman marries native…undying
love…etc…etc”
“Whow…she’s
certainly playing the part well,” said Alan Sangster.
“Oh
yeah…who says she’s playing?” replied Peter
“Eh what do
you mean by that Peter…you know something we don’t?”
He gave a
wicked little laugh and said, “Let’s just wait and see eh…let’s just wait and
see”
Edwan put
his arm around Palo’s shoulder, held her close and led her to her hut. The
crowd following…it was time to celebrate…more food, more drink. With only the
one hammock to sit in, this was used by Edwan and Palo/Roz, the rest stood or
sat on the floor, which had been covered with woven grass carpets. As always
the camera continuing to record the whole event. There seemed to be an
never-ending supply of food and drink. The light slowly faded, oil lamps were
lit allowing a dull glow throughout the hut. Now people were drifting away and
the hut began to empty, until Edwan and Palo were left alone. A smiling Edwan
turned to Palo/Roz, pushing her gently back into the hammock until they were
lying together. Edwan cradling Palo in his arms. It felt good to have a wife
again, her hot naked sweaty body next to his, he already had an erection on.
Palo/Roz could not see it but the bright light from the camera could.
“This is
the end of the celebrations and the wedding day…Edwan and Palo are now the
married couple and we now take leave of them for the night” these were Peter’s
words for the camera…the light went out and the hut was plunged in total
darkness.
“Hey, where
are you going Peter? Don’t leave me here like this…Peter…Peter” but Peter had
departed. He was grinning as he slowly felt his way back to the crews hut.
It was dark and hot inside the hut. Edwan’s
naked body was pressed next to Palo/Roz…she could hear his breathing, excited
breathing and the thumping of his heart. “Oh god” she thought “Oh dear god”
what have I done. The hand that had held her waist now moved up to her breast
and gently squeezed it. He was talking to her, but she could not understand. He
was telling her how much he loved her and how he thought he was a very lucky
man to have such a beautiful wife. He tenderly kissed her cheek and ear. The
combination of his hand massaging her breast and the kissing sent a delightful
shudder through her body…her breast was now firm and her nipple hard.
“Shit…shit…shit”
she said to herself…this was getting out of hand. Then his hand slid quickly
down between her thighs. Edwan touched her pubic hair, then the slit and then
his fingers were buried inside her warm wet pussy. Her body stiffed, back
arched upward and she gave a short gasp “Ahhhh…oh god no…Edwan…no please stop”
His fingers continued to work her pussy, he was telling her how good it felt
and how much she pleased him…but Roz didn’t understand a word of it. For a
moment she relaxed…and enjoyed the pleasure his finger was giving her.
Oh…oh…oh” she
whimpered, with each thrust of his finger, her own hand gripping his arm tight.
Then he slid his body on top of hers…she felt the fullness of his stiff
erection pressing against her.
“Oh god
no…please Edwan no” she pleaded and with all her strength tried to push him
off, but trying to do so in a hammock was impossible.
She could
not understand what he was saying to her, had she done so she would have heard
him telling her to open her legs, let him in. She felt his knee between her
thighs, prizing her legs apart. Try as she might, she could not keep her legs
closed and Edwan’s cock from entering her. She could not understand a word he
was saying and Edwan could not understand why his new bride was trying to shut
him out, after all this is what a husband and wife did together. He thought it
was the custom of her people to resist the husband before giving herself to
him. Eventually she gave up, could hold him out no more. Her right leg flopping
over one side of the hammock and her left leg over the other side.
“Oh god…oh
my god…oh no…please no…ohhhhh…. AHHHHH” she screamed out loud as he thrust
inside her.
This is
good he thought to himself, his wife was now giving herself to him; she was now
truly his wife.
The scream
pierced the silence of the camp. The women heard it, clasped their hands
together, smiled and hugged one another…Edwan was consummating the marriage.
The men
nodded knowingly, took another puff on their pipes and declared. “It is
good…all good”
At the
sound of Rosalind’s scream the crew stiffened.
“What the
fuck…”
“God what’s
happening…that was Roz, Peter we have to stop this…stop it now” said Tony
rising to go to her aid.
Peter
grabbed his arm. “No we don’t…there’s nothing we can do about it…you can’t come
between a man and his wife Tony…you know you can’t”
“But this
guy is not her husband…it was a village marriage…it doesn’t stand up in a
court…you know that”
“Yes I
do…but that’s back home…not here, here she is married to Edwan and as far as
the village is concerned he’s only doing what any husband and wife do. Roz knew
what she was doing…no one held a gun to her and forced her to marry the guy…now
if you want to play the hero and go out there…be my guest…if you want to poke a
stick at a hornets nest you go right ahead”
Tony sat back
down; they all quietly looked at each other.
“Oh come on
guys…this is what Roz wanted…can’t you see she’s gone bush…look at how she’s
dressed now, naked as all the other women…she’s one of them, she’s got what
she’s wanted…Edwan…she loves him…surely you can see that” said Peter
“Look she
confessed to me today that she was going ahead with the wedding…that she wanted
to live with them…she loves this style of living…you could all see that
couldn’t you”
What Peter
was saying now seemed to make sense; she was a different woman to the one back
home. Her naked painted body and face said it all
“But I
thought all that was part of the doc…make it look real”
“Nah she’s
got to like it…likes the lifestyle and has now decided to do it for real and
for us to take it all back home…she wants to stay” he lied.
“God who
would have thought it eh?”
In the mean
time Edwan was continuing to thrust into Roz or Palo, as the village now knew
her. The hammock rocked and swayed with each and every thrust. There was
nothing she could do, no one was going to come and rescue her, not her
colleagues not anyone. She lay there feeling his hard shaft as it moved in and
out fucking…fucking…fucking. His hot sweaty body on top of hers, his gentle
kissing, his hot breath and the words he was saying to her, but could not
understand. Her hands cupped his smooth rounded buttocks as he continued to
thrust in to her. “Oh god” she thought…this could only finish up one way.
Having not taken any birth control pills for some time, she felt there had been
no need and Edwan and her were not using a condom, it was very unlikely Edwan
would pull out at the last second, she was totally unprotected, which meant
there could only be one outcome…she was about to become pregnant.
Rosalind
realized that Peter had set her up, encouraged her to mix with the villagers,
especially the women. He’d manipulated and controlled every detail and she in
turn had confessed to him how she felt about these people, hard working but
loving and her confession that the man Edwan who had taken extreme interest in
her. How she thought he was a lovely guy and that if she were a member of the
tribe she would be honored to have him as a husband…but that did not mean she
actually wanted it that way…it was only a woman’s perspective about the people
of the village and who she would pick as a husband if she were part of the
village.
Now she was
left to ponder her future…soon Edwan’s seed would be planted inside her. It was
too late to stop that. By the time they had returned to “Civilization” the seed
would have become an embryo and on no account would she allow it to be aborted,
she would have the child no matter what, but if she did return home she would
be depriving this lovely man…who had done nothing wrong apart from love her, the
chance of seeing his child, she also felt she was betraying the women of the
village who’d taken her in as a sister. She’d worked, lived and well, for want
of a better word, dressed like them…in all respects she was now one of them a
sister to them all…once more she quietly cursed Peter.
Rosalind
realized she was moving in time with Edwan’s rhythm. Her hips swinging up to
meet his inward thrusts, her hands not just resting on his firm round buttocks
but were gripping and squeezing them hard, pulling him in. His mouth and lips
gently kissing her. His long black hair brushing her face and cheeks.
“Huh…huh…huh…huh” as he fucked her. “Ohhhhh” she softly moaned in reply.
The night
was black and the heat intense, both were lathered in perspiration only the sounds
of the forest animals and chirping of the crickets and the continuing
“Huh….huh….huh…huh”
as he fucked and fucked and fucked her.
The time
was nearing, Edwan could feel it…it was now only moments away. He told Rosalind
he was about to cum, but she could not understand his words, but she understood
when he made that one final deep thrust and the cry that came from his lips.
“Ohhhhh….
ahhhhhhh” he gasped. His semen spewing like a geyser from his cock.
Once…twice…three times it squirted the warm fluid deep inside her, before he
collapsed on top of her.
The sound
resonated throughout the village. Once again the women clasped their hands and
smiled, some with tears running down their cheeks. The men continuing to puff
on their pipes, nodding knowledgably saying “It’s done…it’s good” The
consummation was complete
The camera
crew looked at one another in stunned silence
“God
almighty” the only comment.
“I think we
all know what that means, don’t we” said Peter.
“I’d never
have believed it” said Stefan
“Before she
turned bush I don’t think any of us would” replied Peter “But she’s now got
what she’s wanted” he continued with a wicked grin on his face.
“Yeh I
guess she has” said Bill
“God if
that’s what she wanted I’d have fucked her…I could just as easily have given
her a kid” said Tony thoughtfully.
“Yeh well I
think all of us would have liked to have done that” replied Peter. “Now let’s get some sleep, we have a
documentary to finish off in the morning” he added, lying back in his hammock
feeling very self satisfied with himself.
Rosalind
stroked Edwan’s hair and tenderly kissed his forehead as he continued to lie on
top of her…even though it was stifling hot they held each other close…he
remained inside her…not wanting to break the connection between them. He was
happy and contented and spoke to Rosalind of love…his love for her, she may not
have understood the words, but she understood his feelings toward her. She once
more cursed Peter for placing her in this predicament.
Edwan’s
capacity for sex was immense and she was given little opportunity for rest or
sleep as time and time again he fucked her through the night. Come the morning
and the light she was spent, tired and exhausted and somewhat sore down there
between her thighs. Now Edwan had to present his new and now newly consummated
bride to the village…only time would tell if the consummation had been
successful or not, it certainly wasn’t for the want of trying.
The
villagers had been waiting eagerly for them to leave their hut…as was Peter and
the film crew. It was a smiling, proud and joyous Edwan, with his arm around
his bride’s shoulder that emerged. Rosalind felt somewhat embarrassed, knowing
that they all knew what had gone on through the night. The sound of their
lovemaking had been a joy to hear for the villagers. She forced a smile and
waved to them…the camera catching it all.
“See…now
you tell me that is not one happy little lady” said Peter to the others.
“Yeah I bet
his cocks sore right now…all that fucking” said Tony
“I’ll bet her
cunt is just as sore” quipped Stefan. Accompanied by laughs and sniggers.
Rosalind
could see the camera team standing a little way away, they were further away
from the group than she expected, she really needed to see them, talk to Peter,
how were they to solve this problem that they had created?
The village
women crowded around Rosalind, all excited and chatting to her, she could see
the crew but couldn’t get to them as the women folk pressed and pushed her
toward the river, taking her further and further away.
The water
felt cool and refreshing after the stifling heat and torrid lovemaking from the
night.
For a while
Rosalind relished the water and playful activity of the other women, then she
saw her crew on the embankment, shouting to attract their attention she moved
toward them.
“Peter…we
have to talk…we have to talk…please” she cried. Peter either didn’t hear her
above the shrieks and shouting of the other women or he chose to ignore her. He
and the crew did wave to her in acknowledgement. As she scrambled up the bank,
the crew were turning away from her, walking back to the camp. Again she
shouted at them…again no response, then an arm around her shoulder, she turned
to see Edwan’s smiling face, she turned back to look at the camera crew…only
Peter looking back…a smile on his face and a wave.
Edwan was
leading her back to the hut. NO…NO she had to get to Peter…talk to him, but
Edwan’s strong arm around her shoulder was holding her back, guiding her nearer
and nearer the hut. He was chatting to her…she was trying to tell him she
needed to see Peter…but he could no more understand her as she him. The hut
entrance was there before them, she turned, taking one last look, saw Peter
alone with the camera…he gave her another wave, and then she was inside alone
with Edwan.
Had anyone
been near the hut, they would have heard Rosalind gasp. “Ohhhhh…my god” as
Edwan once again thrust his hard erection inside her.
The newly
weds were left alone, the villagers went about their daily tasks. From time to
time food was left for them at the hut entrance, other than that there was no
contact with them. Early next morning after another torrid night of heat and
lovemaking, the couple emerged, a few of the villagers starting their daily
rituals. Rosalind sensed something was wrong…different. She ran to the hut that
had housed her colleagues, only to find it empty…. abandoned. A sickly feeling
came over her, oh god where are they where have they gone? She searched other
huts; even the main maloka…but no one…no sign of them, then down to the river
and now her heart sank and she thought she was going to be sick. The three big
canoes had gone…which meant only one thing, they had left without her,
abandoned her.
She covered
her face with her hands and wept “Oh go….oh my god”
Edwan’s arm
was around her shoulders, trying to comfort her, speaking to her softly. He
could not understand the reason why; after all this is what she wanted…the man
called Peter had said so.
She buried
her face in his chest, holding him tight; there was no one else to turn to.
This was her husband and these people were now her family. He led her to the
main maloka and it took a while for her to understand, this was where she would
now be living, along with all the rest. The hammock that was stretched was hers
and Edwan’s as was the area allocated to them, from now on she would live, eat
and sleep with all the others…one family, under one roof.
Edwan
handed Rosalind an envelope, in it was a note, a note from the crew.
“We wish
you all the best on your chosen life style. We are sure you and Edwan will be
very happy and have lots of children. All the best, the team.”
All her
former colleagues had signed it.
Two months
later she was in no doubt that she was pregnant. The first of five children she
would have with Edwan. At the same time two of the younger women were also
pregnant, courtesy of the crewmen…but which ones were never discovered.
Rosalind or
Palo as she was now, quickly learned the language and was able to understand
what they were all saying. She worked and toiled just as hard as any other
village woman. Edwan was always good and kindly toward her and as time went by
she loved him as much as he loved her, she’d learned to go “Bush” as Peter put
it and she could hunt, kill and prepare a wild pig as good as any man.
Peter went
on to make an award-winning documentary depicting a white woman who wanted to
live with and marry a tribesman. No mention that she had been a colleague of
his…and yes he promised to do a follow up one day.
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