AMAZON BOUND and other stories

By

Martin Hughes

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AMAZON BOUND

            Silent tears rolled down Laura's beautiful face as she knelt under the heavy uncomfortable weight of the yoke on her soft body, her long brown hair cascading over the wooden burden. The hot sun beat down on her white flesh, covering her in a sheen of perspiration. She was tempted to ask for a drink but dared not, especially after her one of her companions, Helen, had received two strokes of the whippy cane across her bottom for speaking. The hideous rope eating into her most soft tender flesh prevented her sinking back on her haunches and she knew that if she tried to relax her back from its rigid posture one of the horrible native women would flick a cane across her back until she jerked erect again.

            The contrast with her life as a rock singer compared to now, unable to even talk, a yoked slave to a tribe of Amazon women, was considerable! Was it only several short hours ago when fate had intervened in their lives?

            Laura and the others in the all-girl band, 'The Angels' had landed in a remote part of the Amazon basin for a publicity exercise arranged by Dave, their manager, to combine a promotion of their latest release with a concern for environmental issues, such as saving trees. How were they to know that things would work out so differently!

            Laura, Louise, Diane and Helen had stepped from the plane into the sultry heat of the jungle airstrip, surprised that just a score of spear-carrying natives were there to meet them.

            "What the hell is this? Where are the film crew?" questioned Helen, her long blonde hair bouncing angrily.

            "I'll sort it," announced Dave, confidently storming off towards the natives and gesticulating angrily as they led him into the solitary wooden hut that was the airstrip's arrival lounge!

            Laura saw the pilot of the light aircraft furtively receive a package from the natives. Hurriedly, he then unloaded the group's baggage, taxied around and lifted off into the bright sunlit day.

            At 19, Laura was the youngest of the group, the other three Angels ranging in age from 20 to 22. Now they faced the hideous prospect of being alone with their manager in the deep forbidding jungle, hundreds of miles from civilization, surrounded by a hoard of decidedly hostile-looking natives. Absent was the usual newspaper people or film crew to witness the event and from whom the girls could draw 'Dutch Courage' and play up to! They wore only their trademark costumes of short, white, revealing dresses, beginning to feel distinctly uneasy in this wilderness. Worse, they saw the natives, brown muscled bodies covered only by loincloths, advancing on them with Dave in tow, tightly bound. He gasped at them.

            "These aren't the tribe I made arrangements with, these are their enemies. They did a deal with the pilot to drop us here because they apparently don't like publicity and want to show us what really happens in a jungle. They'll only let us go when they know they'll be left alone."

            "Now look here...," began Helen, the eldest, sounding considerably more forceful than she felt, "we'll forget the whole deal then but if you know what's good for you, you'll....."

            "Silence," the voice of the native leader rang out, his air of authority cutting off further protest. "We do know what's good for us - and it's not being tainted by your Western culture. We don't need your money. Your fates will be a lesson to the world. Prepare them for travel," he ordered, as the four girls trembled, their dark skinned captors advancing menacingly on them.

            Their screams rent the silence of the jungle as the struggling girls had their short white dresses ripped off. Laura managed to break free and, kicking off her white high heeled shoes, she ran, her long slender dancer’s legs carrying her towards the cover of the nearest trees. She could hear her breath and the sound of pursuers pounding in her ears, and thought she had been successful until a lasso fell around her body, jerking her to the ground.

            "Let me go," she struggled uselessly in the powerful grip of a native warrior, her long brown hair flying wildly, but he simply dragged her back by the rope.

            She saw to her horror that the other three girls and Dave had been stripped to their skimpy underwear. Their hands were bound behind them and rope halters tied round their necks linking them all together in a line. With their noses painfully pinched tears sprang to their eyes until, gasping for breath, smelly cloths were pushed into their gaping mouths, bulging out their cheeks like squirrels, and held in place with tight cords. Rough hands ripped her own delicate dress off and she was bound and gagged in a similar helpless fashion.

            It was a pathetic band of Angels that had to plunge into the jungle at a steady trot, leaving an explanatory note pinned to Dave who was struggling against the bonds tying him to a tree. Their beautiful white bodies, tightly trussed and gagged were pulled along by the natives, with others running behind to encourage speed with spear butts across bare limbs.

            Laura panted along in the chain of torment, her bare feet stumbling over the rough ground, drawing in breath through flared nostrils above the rough cloth of her gag filling a mouth more used to the touch of a microphone. She jumped, breaking her stride as one of the natives, with a hideous grin, patted a firm rounded curve of her jiggling bottom - covered only by the tiny pair of briefs, revealing virtually all of her tight, rounded buttocks. Helen, next in the chain ahead of Laura, her long hair bouncing as she ran, had to put up with a native's hands pawing at her pendulous breasts which were practically bursting from under her minuscule bra.

            "White girl no like run, eh?" he grinned through broken teeth as he devoured the sight of her bouncing flesh, pinching and patting it.

            Only the lung-bursting need to keep running allowed the trussed girls to ignore the marauding hands or the jagged thorns, which tore at their shining flesh. Thickets and bushes, which they would normally have gently eased past they, now had to rush headlong through, barefoot.

            After an hour of being taken further away into the anonymity of the jungle the exhausted troupe were allowed a rest. As one native removed Helen's gag and held a water bottle to her grateful mouth the native's other hand stroked and patted her backside familiarly. On again after ten minutes, trotting off and once again the jungle swallowed up the tired group. Each of their bodies was now covered in a sheen of perspiration, and the thin marks where their bound hands had been unable to prevent trees and bushes lashing their unprotected bodies as they ran along. The thin material of their bra and pants was virtually see-through now, leaving nothing to the imagination. Helen saw one native openly point out to another the dark provision of her pubic hair visible through her tiny knickers.

            They were thankfully allowed to stop by a river and the natives uncovered several large canoes, bundling their captives on board and covering them from prying eyes with fishing nets. It was now midday and Laura was thankful to be able to rest full length at the bottom of the swaying boat, also for her trembling body to be shielded from the scorching sun.

            The journey in the boat lasted another hour or so and then the girls felt the canoes grind onto a bank. The nets were rolled off them and they were pulled out, but the natives were pre-occupied with concealing their canoes. Spontaneously, hopelessly, the girls tried to escape. Although bound, gagged and roped together Diane had suddenly, desperately indicated by nodding her head and with frantic eyes over the gag, and the other three had just run, unthinking, with her. However, they had not covered many yards in their futile bid when, with shouts of rage, the natives easily caught them and pulled them back with the rope.

            With much glaring and threatening swishes with their spears the natives hauled the girls for a few minutes through the jungle to a village.

            "All kneel," came the leader's command and rough hands thrust the four girls onto their knees.

            The ground was rough and the sun hot on their fair skin but the natives forbade any moving. To the surprise of the girls a group of women arrived led by a regal looking negress. They were of various nationalities and looked almost out of place in the jungle wearing shorts and tee-shirts. The natives were deferential towards them and their leader, in an unknown tongue, appeared to be making a report to the large imposing negress. The woman strode slowly along the line of kneeling white girls, scrutinising them with an impassive face.

            At her command, the other women, Negroes, Oriental, Arabic and European, hauled the kneeling girls to their feet. The native men, apparently having been paid by the women, abruptly vanished back into the vast jungle.

            Standing before them, the Negress addressed the trembling white girls in perfect cultured English.

            "I am Alina, leader of this Amazon tribe. You are now our slaves."

            Diane and Louise made spluttering protesting noises through their gags but the Amazons standing behind, prodded them to silence with their spear butts.

            "Silence," Alina ordered sternly. "There will be no talking without permission; I demand complete obedience to my orders. I understand you were rebellious when being brought here by our friends and for that you will all be punished. You Western cows think you suddenly own the forests which are a home and refuge to us women of various nationalities but I have had you brought here to show you otherwise. I will now take a look at you."

            Laura cringed back as far as the spear behind her would allow as Alina advanced on her with a wicked-looking dagger. She sucked in her stomach, wide eyes staring over the gag, as the huge woman pulled the centre of her bra out and cut it off so that her bare breasts spilled out. Alina regarded briefly the pink tipped orbs jutting proudly towards her before reaching down and slitting the side of her panties pulling them from her body to leave her totally naked under her gaze.

            "Hmm not bad I suppose," she remarked, reaching out to weigh the orbs in her hands, the nipples firming up treacherously.

            Enraged at being treated so, Laura instinctively lashed out with her foot, grunting under the gag, her bound hands clenching behind her back, the other girls also began struggling, knowing they too would be similarly treated. However, the resistance was anticipated. Alina deftly side-stepped and the Amazons behind the girls cuffed their victims’ heads until they calmed down.

            Scowling, she quickly went to each girl in turn and stripped them naked with her knife, any further resistance being prevented by the women behind each one, holding them tightly. Then she stood before the trembling line of pink bodies, four pairs of wide eyes regarding her with trepidation whilst her eyes roamed over their helpless nudity. Laura flinched back as Alina casually made her way down the line administering a slap to the left breast of each girl. At her turn Laura gasped under her gag as the black fingers pulled her orb up by its tender pink bud and slapped her sensitive flesh leaving it stinging. Calmly, like a teacher Alina addressed her attentive audience.

            "That is just a tiny example of the punishment you can expect for resistance and of course you will be punished later for trying to escape." Alina was satisfied by the gasps under the gags her announcement had caused. She continued. "When the gags are removed there will be no talking, just silence in my presence, and if there is any further resistance ... well you know what to expect! Nod if you understand."