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Far away from home..

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It was June when we first got the news. Robert, a good friend of my husband, had discovered a new tribe in the deep forests of South America. My husband John and I were invited to come and help him with his research. John and Robert were both Antropologists, I myself was still trying to get a degree in Psychology but I was definately willing to take some time off and travel to this exciting civilization that was still hidden from the rest of the world.

A few weeks later we arrived at Lima airport. We needed to take a bus to the town where Robert would pick us up. From there on we needed to travel by foot, since the forests didn't allow any vehicles. It was a really long and exhausting journey, but it was worth all the trouble! I had never seen John this excited; this was what he had always dreamed about!!
Robert told us all about how he had first discovered the tribe. While on vacation he had found a strange object in the river. He searched the forest upstream and eventually discovered the hidden village. The people were still extremely shy and careful, but fortunately not hostile. He was hoping we could find out more about these people and how they lived.

We put up our tents outside of their village. Robert had been there for some time, so they started to trust him, but John and I were still complete strangers. The first couple of days we didn't even see any people, they were very good at hiding their presence. But John and I both knew we were being watched.

Slowly we managed to get more contact. John and Robert were accepted pretty quick, but it was clear the people had more problems with me. So the decision was made that I would stay in the tent when John and Robert were going to meet the tribe. I was a bit disappointed, and at first a bit scared in the tent all by myself, but I soon got used to it. I entertained myself with the books I had brought, with Robert's books and with photographing the beautiful unravished nature around me.

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John and Robert were making progress fast. They had already learned much from the men in the tribe, but they still hadn't been allowed to see any women or children. Which was probably related to the fact that I, being a woman, wasn't accepted, but the details were still unclear.

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One evening John and Robert were allowed to stay at a ceremony. I still don't know exactly what happened that night, but it changed my life forever..

It was late at night, I was already asleep in the tent, when John returned. I woke up feeling him on top of me, holding my hands tightly above my head with one hand, while wildy removing my clothes with the other. He lifted up my shirt and tried to pull off my panties, which didn’t work as fast as he wanted so he tore them off my body. I was shocked, he was never like this. When we made love, he was always sweet to me, always thinking about my feelings, making sure I was enjoying it as much as he was, always afraid of hurting me. But now he immediately pushed his hard cock inside of my pussy. It hurt because I wasn’t wet yet, I tried to let him know but he just kept fucking me hard without paying any attention to my objections. I tried to push him away from me, but he was much stronger. Scared I looked into his eyes, but they were weird. These weren’t the kind eyes I was used to, I had never seen them like this. Now I think he was under the influence of some kind of drug the tribe had given him, but I can’t be sure. At that moment all I could do was lay on my back, and just wait ‘till he was done. When he noticed I wasn’t fighting back anymore, he violently grabbed my breasts and kept massaging them while he fucked me hard and deep. It didn’t take him long to finish and he fell asleep while still lying on top of me.

In the morning he quickly left with Robert to learn more about the tribe. We didn’t discuss anything about what happened that night, we hardly spoke at all. I decided to just ban it out of my memory and pretend it didn’t happen.. but our relationship would never be the same again.
John quickly became influenced by the tribe. Robert changed too. They had always treated me with great respect, like an equal, but now they started to treat me differently. They didn’t listen to me anymore, they weren’t interested in what I had to say. I felt like they thought I was dumb and not important anymore. They only gave me stupid chores to do (wash their clothes, make food) and they spent more and more time with the tribe. Sex with John hadn’t been as violently and painful as that particular night, but it wasn’t like it used to be either. He always used to spend a lot of time on foreplay and he was always very sweet to me. It was really “making love” and not just “having sex”, he caressed me, said sweet things, often asked what I liked, treated me like a queen; he really showed his love for me. But now it was just sex.. my body was only used for his pleasure, mine didn’t seem to be important anymore. I was getting sick of how things were developing, so I decided that I wanted to go home.

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But I never went home again.. John and Robert were totally obsessed by the way the tribe lived. They had gotten rid of all our possessions. They even destroyed the tent. My camera and books were gone.. my clothes were gone. No more cell phone, no more bug-spray, everything was gone!

My new house was a small treehouse. I lived there with 2 other women. I did not speak their language and they obviously didn’t understand mine. I felt completely alone. John wasn’t of much help, he was always with the men of the tribe. The only times he visited us, was to have sex. With me, or with them, or with the three of us. He didn’t listen to anything I had to say, if I tried to talk to him he would gag me. When I started screaming he gagged me, bound me in a corner and either left the house or fucked one of the other women. He only spoke to me to give orders. This wasn’t the man I loved anymore. It was like he got possessed.. or crazy. I considered the possibility to try and escape, find my way back to the civilized world, but I knew I would not be able to make the way back all by myself. I had no other choice than to accept my new place: being one of my husbands’ sex-slaves.

I soon learned more about life in the tribe. Women were extremely inferior, their main job was being a sex-slave, sometimes we were allowed to do simple chores but we were rarely allowed to leave the tree house. The men gathered food and mostly prepared it themselves. Women had to take care of the children (the boys being treated way better than the girls), make clothes and please the men. Every man had 3 or 4 women who lived together in a small treehouse. If a woman became a mother, she lived with her children in a larger treehouse together with other mothers and children. If a man got bored with one of his women, he could simply trade her with one of the other men. I was soon traded to a native man. His other women were pregnant and therefor staying in the mothers’ treehouse, so I was alone. I did not understand his language and he didn’t understand mine. He showed me everything with hand gestures and if I didn’t obey I was punished. I soon learned various commands in order to avoid being punished. These men didn’t feel any sympathy, they never showed any affection. I had no other choice than to obey and let him use my body. Sex with him was different than any other man I had ever been with. He pushed me into certain positions and just used me like I was just a tool. They mostly had anal sex because then the women wouldn’t get pregnant. I had never been fucked anally before and the first couple of times hurt like hell! I cried and screamed when he entered me, but he would just muffle or choke me so that I couldn’t make any sound.

I slowly started to get used to my new life. When he entered the tree house I was supposed to immediately stop what I was doing and kneel in front of him. He would sometimes give me material to make clothes: “Madakra”, when I was still staying in John’s treehouse the other women had showed me how to do that. Or we would have sex. He would grab me by the hair and force his cock into my mouth commanding me to suck: “Lioshra!” I soon found out that it was extremely important for me NOT to spit out his cum. Apparently that was considered very unrespectful and I was punished severely that night. First he immediately hit me in the face hard a couple of times, bringing tears in my eyes and splitting my lip. Then he dragged me out of the treehouse and brought me to a special “Punishing place” where I was tied down to a block. My hands and feet were bound, I couldn’t even move an inch! He hit my back and ass with a stick for a long time. My whole back ached and tears ran down my face. Now he didn’t seem to mind me screaming ‘cause my mouth wasn’t muffled. He then untied me and I was glad to feel my blood flowing free again, but he dragged me to a different part of the room and attached me to a pole. He then left me there. I did not get anything to eat or drink.
After what felt like a few hours he returned. I was hoping this was the end of the punishment, but the opposite was true. There were 5 other men with him.. They removed me from the pole and dragged me away, to be put in the middle of the room. I was forced on my hands and knees. One of them got behind me and started pounding my ass. The others stood around us and were cheering him on, some masturbating while watching us. When he was about to cum, he pulled out and grabbed my head, pulling me backwards. I soon understood the meaning of it, he was going to ejaculate in my mouth and I’d better swallow all of it! When he was done one of the other men masturbated in my mouth and I had trouble swallowing his load too. Then two other men fucked my ass too and it hurt so much. The fifth guy made me suck on his cock and I had to swallow again. I almost had to puke, but I knew that would have made everything much worse. When they had all cum my man dragged me back to the treehouse. I soon fell vast asleep.

Not long after that one of the other women joined me in the treehouse. Her name was Paniiyah, she was very young, I think maybe 15 or 16 years old. I was glad to have some company, eventhough we couldn’t talk. I watched her being fucked, she had absolutely no expression on her face. She obeyed him perfectly and I felt a little jealous at how good she was at serving him, eventhough he never showed her any sign of approval. When we were alone I tried to get into contact with her, but the language barrier made it difficult. Still I managed to make her smile back at me and after a few days we even gave each other a hug sometimes. She was a sweet girl.
Our man liked to fuck both of us. One of his favorite things was to have us on hands and knees side by side, one facing him and the other facing the other way, then take turns fucking ass and fucking face. He also liked to have one of us lie on her back underneath the other and have her lick his balls while he was fucking.
I liked to have Paniiyah with me. She helped me understand his commands. I didn’t get in trouble as much because I could simply copy her behavior. I started to think less about my old life, and got used to the way things were now.


I never saw Robert or John again. I don’t know what happened to them, but I think they were thrown out of the tribe, or maybe they died. I know I will stay here for the rest of my life, I have no other choice but to accept that.. But secretly I will always keep hoping that one day this tribe will be discovered, and I can go back home and live a normal life.

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