Jenny and the Golds of Amazon

Part II

By Panther

<Note: This story is a tribute to Brummie's Jenny the English Spy stories in Mr X forum. Characters are taken from the stories already written by him and referred to as well. Also, many plot points and descriptions are from the original stories. Finally, this is an adult story containing MF sex. Please do not read this if you are not of legal age in your country.

Feedbacks are welcome at cyber_midas@yahoo.com. >

< Recap: Jenny took a long awaited vacation to South America. She indulges in some mile high fun in the plane. The flight she is on gets hijacked by terrorists who are after the cargo of Gold being sent to Amazon.>

Chapter 4


Inside the plane

“Throw out everything. We need to go a lot further and must not run out of fuel. Throw out every loose thing here. Justino, throw out those boxes of toys. Open the door.”, Bill yelled out.

The cabin was a hub of activity. The doors were open and the wind was rushing everywhere and ratting everything. All the couches and furniture were already thrown out. Walter had heroically tried to fight them and had lasted all of two seconds when a punch had laid him out cold. He would have gone out with the couches if the terrorists did not need hostages.

Jenny was dumped on the floor like a rug. She watched everything silently. She saw a chance and tripped Bill. Suddenly Bill was slipping over the floor and sliding towards the open door and out of the plane.

“AHHHHHHHHHH”, he screamed, white-faced in fear. If the giant like Justino didn’t have the presence of mind to stomp on him to keep him pinned to the floor, he would have sucked out in air. Unfortunately, he stomped on Bill’s nether region.

The next few minutes were very exciting. Justino was trying to apologize to Bill. Others were running around confusedly not knowing whether to keep the door closed or open. Bill passionately wanted to throw Jenny out of the plane and pump her full of bullets though he wasn’t sure in which order. Finally it was Justino who calmed him down.

“Throw the slut towards the tail. I will take care of the bitch later”, Bill growled.

Soon Jenny was tied to the struts towards the tail section. She was seething with anger. Why does it happen to her again and again?

Our busty blonde would have ruminated longer if a shadow didn't fell on her. She looked up to see Justino, the giant terrorist.

“Bill said you are a great fuck. Mind if I sample some?”, he said cruelly.

Jenny refused to look at his eyes as he cut all the clothes off. The with a few expert moves he suddenly had Jenny tied in a new posture. Her legs were in a complete 180-degree split.

Jenny refused to beg but her eyes widened when Justino dropped his pants. He is even bigger than Bill, Jenny thought equally dismayed and excited.

Justino moved between her legs and pushed the cock down towards her pussy. Jenny was getting wet with eagerness, awe and a little fear at the giant cock poised to enter her. She felt her pussy get progressively wet to her shame.

Justino ran his cock up and down the length of her slit to coat it with her juices, though Jenny couldn’t tell what was wetter, her pussy or the vast amount of precum pouring from his cock head.

“Ah oh,” Jenny gasped as the head entered her.

Justino was surprised at how easily his cock was working it’s way deeper in her pussy but then given that how soaking wet she was, he shouldn’t have been that surprised.

“Bill was right. You are a complete slut,” Justino chuckled.

“Oh my god,” groaned Jenny, thrusting her hips up at his cock forgetting everything about the hijack and the terrorists. Every nerve in her pussy was starting to come alive and it felt good.

Justino began fucking her. Jenny squealed at the powerful thrusts. The metal strut to which Jenny was tied, bucked and if she was not distracted she would have worried about it collapsing and she getting sucked out the plane. Jenny could feel the pressure growing in pussy as an orgasm approached. It grew stronger as did Jenny’s anticipation. Her pussy tightened and clutched his huge shaft while she orgasmed.

Justino kept fucking her and Jenny opened her eyes. This giant man had just given her the best orgasm of her life and she was looking at him in a different light. “Fuck me,” she screamed, not caring if anyone heard her. “Fuck me with that big cock. Make me cum again.”

Already she could feel another huge orgasm growing. Jenny didn’t think that anything could have topped that last orgasm, but suddenly Justino reached around her legs and squeezed her nipples. Amazingly, the first orgasm had come without her sensitive nipples being played with. The added stimulation from her nipples made her second orgasm even stronger. Her pussy clenched his cock as she came again.

The third orgasm began building almost immediately. Justino fucked her hard with her legs bent over his arms. The strut continued to buck with his thrusts. His huge hands squeezed and kneaded her breasts, jerking and twirling her nipples. “Ah ah ah ah,” moaned Jenny. “Ah ah ah ah fuck me ah ah ah.” This orgasm was going to be big too, though she didn’t believe anything could top the last one. She was wrong.

She writhed with pleasure impaled on the massive shaft. Jenny felt the orgasm about to explode. Justino grunted and thrust his cock as deep as it would go. His semen bombarded her womb setting off Jenny’s third orgasm. Her orgasm seemed to last forever. His cock jerked constantly, pumping more of his seed into her womb. Justino finally began withdrawing his cock and the pressure eased as his sperm was able to flow out of her fertile womb. Finally, he pulled out completely and the sperm gushed out between her legs. Justino left without a backward glance at the cum dripping blonde.

Almost immediately another thug entered. Jenny wasn’t given any respite. One after another all the terrorists visited her and fucked her restrained body. None of them was as big as Justino, though some came close. All of them were not gentle either. They used her roughly and fucked without care. Her tits fascinated them all and came in for loads of attention being mauled and sometimes slapped. A few of the younger goons were still hard after spilling in her pussy and they fucked her tits and forced her to suck their cocks. Her nipples were sore and almost permanently erect having been twisted, pinched and sucked. Once all of them had their fill they flipped her over and started over her ass. It would be hours before all of them finally left her exhausted and cum-drenched gaping holes.

Chapter 5

Just above Amazon rain forest

“There! There! We have to land there, in the clearing on top of the hill. See the smoke signal”, Manuel cried in the cockpit.

“Are you crazy? There is no runway. We would crash!”, the Pilot cried back.

“Do you want to die now or later?”, he said cocking the gun.

The Pilot gritted his teeth and started the landing. The runway was little better than an uneven stony field. The plane started bucking like an uncontrolled horse.

“Hold on to something. This will be bad!”Manuel yelled back at the cabin.

Jenny braced the strut she was tied too and for the first time was thankful that she was so securely held.

The front tire hit a large stone and broke apart. The plane veered aside and smashed nose-first into a tree. Both the pilots and Manuel immediately was smeared across the cockpit in a fine paste.

The plane tore its nose and rolled down the hill. Its wings were next to go and broken wings caused the plane to flip over completely and land tail first. The tail snapped and took a somersault and crossed over the brook next to the hill and landed in a dense forest.

For a couple of minutes, there was complete silence. Then the thugs who were manning the smoke signal came running. They pulled out everyone.

Bill was the first to come up. “Where’s Manuel? Where are the pilots?”

“Dead, Senor.” one of the thugs replied.

“Shit. How many men did we lose Pablo?”

“Only nine are here now including us”.

“Damn! Why didn’t you clear the runway properly?”

“Headhunters Senor. Killed three of us here. Just the other side of that brook they came from.”, Pablo said nervously.

“Double damn!! Ernesto, Justino, the gold is now your responsibility. Get it down from the cargo.”

“Er...Bill, this one is alive.” Justino prodded a still groggy Walter.

“Good. We need hostages. Did the bitch we kept tied made it?”, Bill glanced around.

“I don’t think you need to worry about her again.” Tequila pointed towards the forest on the other side of the brook. “Head hunters will take care of her”.

“Arm yourselves and move. We have a long distance to go.”, Bill ordered as the thugs started moving out with the gold in two huge caskets.

Chapter 6

In the forest


Jenny woke up after a few minutes. It took her a few moments to gather her thoughts. She jumped up and realized that she was free. Cautiously she looked outside and could not see anyone. She considered her situation. She was naked and recently gang banged. All her luggage and papers are lost. And she is lost somewhere in the continent of South America. Even someone as ditzy as Jenny knew that it was a big ass continent.

Jenny looked inside the wreckage of the plane and found a few toy boxes scattered. She found a small bubblegum pink skirt on a female teddy bear half her size. She searched some more but that was the only item which could be used as a garment. Jenny sighed and wondered why her cursed luck makes her end up in a forest bare-breasted and knickerless.

She took a step outside and a dart whizzed by her ear.

“Headhunters!” Jenny gasped. She had heard the terrorists talking about them before the plane crash. She desperately looked around. No weapons! All she had is useless toys. Jenny thought some more and an idea struck her. It was something she watched in a movie on a date. Though unfortunately, she didn’t know how the ending went as by then she was busy sucking off her date.

Outside the wreckage, a dozen natives were slowly moving towards it. They saw some movements and were eager to add to their kill. The palefaces on the hills had already given them three nice heads.

Suddenly something flew at them from the wreckage. The lead native stopped and then carefully looked at them and they reeled back from surprise. It was shrunken heads. Staying so far away from civilization they had never heard or seen toys like this and therefore had no idea that when the heads are torn off toys they look like shrunken heads.

The other natives gathered around him and they were still trying to overcome their shock when Jenny stepped out the wreckage.

The natives hadn’t seen a white woman before. Though the bare-breasted beauty was assuredly a woman, her skin colour and build had them stumped. But what held their attention was the five torn heads around Jenny’s waist.

“Must be a big hunter. That’s more head than me.”, one of them whispered to others.

“All of us, throw the spear together. We will divide the heads among ourselves”, the leader among them said.

Jenny was moments away from being perforated by a dozen spears when the leader of the natives stepped on a toy head. It squeaked. All twelve of them jumped together and stared at it with round eyes.

“It is alive. She’s not a hunter. She’s a witch!!”

Jenny was suddenly thrown aback when all the natives went face down in front of her is supplication.

“Ah…er…um…Gentlemen, take me to your leader!”

Chapter 7

Another side of the hill


“Everything loaded on the steamer, Justino?”, Bill asked.

“Yes, Boss.”

“Good. Tequila you take three other guys and canoe to the Spanish Creek. Get a truck there and wait for us at the end of the river. We will meet you there in three days.”

“Si Senor”. The two boats pushed off.

“Let's move then. Keep the hostage secure.”


Meanwhile, at the headhunter village

Jenny and the raiding party trudged for two hours deep into the jungle until they came to the headhunter village. The tribe looked to consist of about a hundred natives who all came out to greet the raiding party.

Jenny was given a bowl of fruit, nuts and water and after that, she was taken into the village communal hut.

“Alright! Old Boy!” boomed a voice making Jenny jump. Unfortunately, that made the giant boobs of the topless Jenny jiggle and quiver for a long time.

The owner of the booming voice was undoubtedly the chief of the village, the head headhunter. He was a big man with a headdress made of colourful feathers. Like all the other members of the tribe, he too was wearing a loincloth only.

Jenny was surprised hearing English so deep inside the forest. Words bubbled up to her.

“Oh my goodness. Do you speak English? How silly of me. Of course, you do. Can you help me, please? There’s a group of bad men from plane…”, Jenny quieted down as she realized that the Chief was talking to the raiding party and was looking at the toy heads with suspicion.

“Look, I can explain”, Jenny tried to speak.

“Witch! Kill her”, suddenly the Chief cried out.

“Wait! Wait!” Jenny cried out.

“No, wait. I, Chief Wakubi, know a witch when I see one. King Tosser and King Ponce of Liverpool taught me language and gave me knowledge when they visited our village for the noble quest of touristy. They taught me what a witch is. Kill her! Cut off her head and then dunk her body in marmalade syrup else it will grow a new head!”

Bloody tourists!! Jenny cursed in her mind and tried to keep her voice calm.
“Great Chief Wakubi, my name is Jenny. I am a traveller from far lands and I am no witch.”

Wakubi looked surprised and Jenny piled on.
“I need help. Few bad men have got my friends and I have to rescue them.” Jenny thought about her situation and came to the conclusion that she needs to rescue the crew members if she had to reach civilization. She was unaware that both the pilots are dead and only Walter survives.

“Perhaps that is true,” admitted Wakubi, “but I must ask the advice of my shaman and fall back on the knowledge imparted by King Tosser and King Ponce of Liverpool when they visited our village for the noble quest of touristy”

The Chief turned towards another member of the tribe and said something in his language. The member started droning outlines which Jenny took a few moments to understand. It was quite evident that the person reciting those lines has only memorized them and doesn’t understand anything of it.

“The only test of witchiness is three nipples.”, he droned in a singsong voice.

“I don’t have three nipples”, Jenny excited lifted up both of her giant boobs for inspection.

Even though Jenny wasn’t the tribe’s ideal beauty, Wakubi could see she was amazingly fit and athletic. Good traits in a wife but even better were huge milk giving titties to feed the many sons of a successful warrior.

Wakubi cupped her offered tits in his dark hands. Jenny stiffened at the first intimate touch then groaned softly and relaxed as the exquisite sensations filled her chest. The blonde agent jerked as pleasure erupted in her breast. Jenny moaned as he molested her boob moulding the big fleshy sphere, sinking his fingers deep into the mass of tit flesh and pinching and twisting her amazingly big and erect nipple.

The whole village gathered round to watch entranced as Wakubi moved the firm but pliant flesh around into all sorts of interesting shapes. The pink areolas darkened as they caressed he blonde and the nipples erected to an alarming degree until they stuck up a good inch.

At that, the man leans down on Jenny as he opened his mouth and before she could object sucked in great mouthfuls of her breast. He then sucked on Jenny’s flesh for all they were worth. Jenny was shocked as the Chief accosted her breasts sucking like a demented vacuum cleaner. The pleasure coursed through Jenny’s upper body as he started to bite and gnaw on her areolas and assaulted her nipples with his tongues.

Jenny’s breath started to become ragged as she became more and more aroused. After a few minutes of tit molesting, the Chief suddenly seemed to remember where he was.

“Are you satisfied now?”, Jenny asked pantingly. Her pussy was tingling again and her darkened nipples were screaming out her arousal to the world.

“You are not a witch, so we will not kill you. But what you are asking us to do would need the village council’s to agree.”

Jenny asked excitedly “Can you call the council?”

“It can only be called on a full moon night. Yesterday was one. So the next would be after a month.”

Desperation near to overwhelming her she asked, “Can you not call the council today? You are the Chief”

“Only tribe Chief can call the council anytime if there is a need for the tribe. But this need is yours. You are not of the tribe.”

Jenny near to crying asked, “Is there no other way?”

The Chief looked at her appraisingly.
“You can become my concubine. That would make you a tribe member. Then on your behalf, I can call the council tonight”.

Jenny thought and couldn’t see any other way of getting help. This far out in the forest, she would be hard-pressed to survive. Making a rescue attempt by herself is a preposterous notion.

Sighing defeatedly, she nodded, “I agree. What do I have to do?”

“Brilliant! You just have to prove that you are indeed my concubine in front of the village. That’s all!”

Jenny knew where this was going and with trepidation asked, “and what does that involve?”

Chapter 8

An hour later, in the village communal room


Nearly a hundred members of the tribe surrounding her, Jenny slowly shimmied out of her admittedly tiny, but the only piece of clothing.
“Here goes nothing. How do I find myself in these situations”, wondered Jenny as she lay back on the grass carpet and spread her legs open.

Before that, she has been taken for a bath and the village women had bathed and cleaned her. Thankfully, Jenny thought, as she had been fucked nearly non-stop in the plane and hadn’t gotten a chance to clean herself.

The Chief removed his regal loincloth with a flourish. Jenny stared amazed at what was revealed right before her eyes. His cock hung down nearly to his knees and was probably the reason they’d made him King in the first place.

He pumped his organ until it was semi-hard then pressed it against the busty blonde’s lips. Jenny’s mouth had, like Pavlov’s dogs, watered with saliva at the sight of the Chief’s truly majestic cock. Her inhibitions crumbled though as she stared at close range at the long black shaft with its plump helmet. Her moist pink tongue licked her lips and they parted. The Chief slid his cock into the blonde’s willing mouth.

Jenny’s eyes closed in ecstasy as she sucked on the monster back penis tasting the musky flavour and savouring the soft silky texture of the purple head and the vein covered shaft. Slowly the Chief slid his cock back and forth luxuriating in the feeling as the blonde used all of her oral skills on his manhood. She felt his hands on the back of her head pressing her down and forcing his dick into her throat so that on each movement his balls banged on her chin.

The Chief pulled out from Jenny’s mouth and got onto his back, hand wrapped around his still hard cock. Jenny sighed as she positioned herself on top of the man. The blonde agent reached down and guided the hard cock towards her pussy. Jenny got the head pushing at her nether lips and then slowly began to lower herself down onto the thick rod. She could see Wakubi’s eyes almost bulging out of the sockets with pleasure as he felt his cock start to slip into her wet love tunnel.

Jenny gave a grunt as the cock banged into her cervix and then pushed through it into her womb. Now with the entire thing inside her pussy, the blonde agent began to bounce up and down on the cock. There was a loud slapping noise as Jenny’s boobs banged against each other and her chest as she used her strong leg muscles to lift and lower herself on the cock. The busty blonde began to slow her pace, making each thrust up into her cunt slow and languorous as she wanted to give the man a good time hoping his cooperation.

Wakubi turned over and suddenly Jenny was under him with the cock pistoning out of her depths. The blonde agent whimpered opening her arms begging him to take her. There was no pretence of tenderness. The two fucked like wild animals grunting. Jenny’s legs wrapped around his hips urging him to slam his cock into her harder. Their arms encircled each other making them as one, the proverbial beast with two backs. Thighs slapped together, breath wheezed from tortured lungs.

Jenny climaxed first. The black Chieftain felt her body begin to stiffen as she shouted out pleading with him. He understood what she was trying to say so he clenched his back, butt and thigh muscles and drove his hips forwards filling the blonde with hard black cock. In seconds she orgasmed moaning and groaning her insides tightening and erupting like a firework display. Wakubi felt her juices warming his shaft but he didn’t stop. He kept on fucking the bucking blonde hammering his shaft into her body without mercy.

The big titted blonde agent felt a second climax gathering in her loins. Sweat beaded on the Chief’s forehead as he kept on pile driving into her cunt. She tensed again and ground her teeth together as a second orgasm permeated outward from her abused pussy. Still, the black tribesman kept on shafting her until with yell he jammed his cock deep into her womb and filled her with stream after stream of semen. Jenny felt him ejaculating inside her womb and orgasmed a third time.

She lay spent her chest heaving drawing in great breaths of oxygen arms and legs spread wide her tits flopping sideways cum seeping from her pussy.

She looked at the Chieftain with excitement as his cock was impossibly still very much hard and ready for more action.

Smiling broadly Jenny turned over onto her stomach as she buried her face in the grass carpet and spread her ass cheeks with her hands to give him better access to her ass.

Even with all the cream from her pussy and his cum, Jenny grunted and panted, grabbing two handfuls of the ground as he began to push his thick cock up her ass. Once it was all the way inside Jenny, the Chieftain paused to enjoy the sensation and then began to thrust in and out. Slow at first and then starting to pick up steam. Nancy was orgasmed twice more when she felt a warm load of spunk shooting into her bowels and then heard a pop as he pulled out of her and sprayed her ass and back with more cum before collapsing onto the floor.
“Call the council”, the tired voice said.

Chapter 9

That night, in the village council room


Jenny walked impatiently outside the room. She will not be allowed inside until the deliberation of the council is finished. She was about to scream her frustation when the Chief came out of the room and bade her in.

Jenny could smell marijuana as she approached the room. Ten men were sitting around the small fire. She could hear someone singing from outside. The men were mostly older with white hair. All had dreadlocks and some wore feather caps. The men were chuckling and passing joints around as they talked.

Jenny stepped up to the fire.

“They will help you. Rains have failed this year. The village elders think, helping you would please the god. They are now inviting the concubine to share the peace pipe with them.” the Chieftain, who seemed to cower in front of the elders, informed her.

“Sit down,” ordered one of the elders in their language. The Chieftain left giving a long worried look at Jenny.

She kneeled on a mat. The man beside her passed her a joint. She inhaled, not wanting to offend them. “Have you seen men with guns around here?” The men didn’t answer, but several kept passing her joints and she soon felt stoned.

One elder inhaled the joint and passed it clockwise to the next man. He took it and inhaled and then passed it on.

Jenny took the joint and inhaled, holding it in. The powerful herb had her feeling even more lightheaded. It was more powerful than anything she has taken. He felt her pussy getting wet and wasn’t worried. She didn’t speak but passed it on.

After each man had inhaled and spoken, they shouted as a group, “SEBAH!”

The elder stood up and circled the group. He stopped before Jenny pulling her up to her feet. His eyes ran down her body and she wondered why she hadn’t worn something to cover her tits.

The village elder was wearing a loincloth. He pulled it off. His penis was nearly a foot long and was plumping up. He took her hand and placed it on his hard cock.

Jenny stroked the growing cock. She reached over to her waist with her free hand and untied the pink skirt. Her other hand never quit stroking the old man’s now rock hard cock. Her skirt fell and she stood before the ten men nude.

Jenny kneeled and looked at the old man’s cock. It was strange to see one as big sticking from the old man’s wrinkled black body. His pubic hair was grey and it ran up to his navel. Jenny leaned forward and took the old man’s cock in her mouth.

Jenny could see the others moving about. All the village elders had big cocks. The smallest was probably eleven inches and immensely thick. The elder’s cock, now gliding smoothly in and out of her throat, was the largest, but there were others in the group that came close. Many watched her sucking the elder while stroking their cocks and most were still passing joints around. Some were rolling mats out on the mud.

The old man’s cock jerked in her throat and her belly suddenly felt full. He pulled her to her feet and lead her over to the next man. This man had a crooked foot long cock. He was also old with grey dreadlocks and pubic hair and he was wearing one of the multi-coloured feather caps. He laid her down on her back and crawled between her legs. He kissed her while he pistoned his large cock in and out of her pussy. When she came, he sat up and there was much murmuring among them.

They passed her to a third man who laid on his back while she rode him. He kept his mouth clamped over one nipple while she bounced on his giant cock. She orgasmed three times before his cock erupted in her womb.

When she went to the fourth man, she realized they were passing her around the circle clockwise just like they passed their joints. This man took her ass. He spanked her as he reamed her ass.

The fifth and eighth men wanted blow jobs. The seventh, ninth, and tenth fucked her in various positions. The sixth took her ass again. When each had fucked her they sat around nude and passed more joints. Jenny sat among them. Jenny found that she was filled with a sense of spiritual well-being. She would remember this night as a deeply religious experience. But the night wasn’t over.

After several more joints that had her so stoned, she could barely walk and a long discussion she couldn’t follow, the men all wanted her again. One got up and walked to her mat. His reinvigorated cock standing out before him. Jenny suppressed a chuckle when she couldn’t remember how that man had taken her earlier. This time, he wanted her doggy. He walked behind her, inserted his cock and began silently fucking her. Another man climbed to his feet and fed his cock into her mouth. When they were done, Jenny was carried to a man lying on his back and lowered on his cock. The man carrying her then took her ass, while a third shoved his huge cock down her throat. She found her hands jerking off two more men. The men fucked her for hours until the sun appeared on the horizon.

Chapter 10

Next day, miles away on the steamer

Walter was tied to the deck of the steamer. He was working on loosening the ropes tied to his hand for a day now. He was sure his Boy Scout training would help him here. He was fed and watered but otherwise left alone. The terrorists seemed more intent on not running any obstacles on the course rather than keep an eye on him. Walter intended to take full advantage of this.

Soon Walter had his hands free. He took a careful look around and saw only Justino is taking a nap on a deck chair on the other side of the deck. The shore of the river was barely fifty feet away. Only a minute of swimming would take him there and to freedom.

Walter waited until the steamer skipped a swell on the river. He jumped into the river and heard a shout behind him. Someone was shouting, “Kill him! Kim him”.

With dismay, Walter realized the two logs that he ignored near the shore was actually Caimans and were streaming towards him. Before he could think what to do, firing started from the boat.

Thankfully, the moving boat on the rapid river along with the notoriously inaccurate Uzis ensured that Walter didn’t get hit even once. The Caimans though were not pleased. The bullets were uncomfortable and irritated the hell out of them. They turned away to get out of the bullets and Walter scampered to the shore and hid behind a tree.

The terrorists kept firing at him until the boat moved about of range. Walter peeked towards the river and seeing no one moved deeper towards the forest. He wasn’t sure where he was but he was feeling confident with his wilderness expert badge in Boys Scout (performed for three hours over two days in James Park) he would be able to find his way in any forest. His confidence lasted for three minutes until he stepped on an anaconda. He was still trying to make sense of the size of the snake when it engulfed him. Walter was trying to remember the relevant section on Boy Scout manual when he lost consciousness.


*****

When Walter woke up he was flabbergasted to see the gorgeous and stunning Ms. Richards who was trying to fight the terrorists in the plane. (Walter missed everything else including Jenny’s Mile high club act to her gang bang in the plane.)

“I escaped from the boat. They are going to meet with a truck at the Spanish Creek. Uh…what…where am I?” Walter grasped out.

“With the headhunters Mr Walter, who rescued you.”, Jenny gave a dazzling smile at him.

Only then Walter realized that the busty blonde was topless. In his short life of eighteen of years, he has heard and of course seen breasts on screen. But this was the first time he was face to face with a pair of tits. And what a pair it was.

Both perfect humongous spheres were a soft caramel again with no tan lines that swung and settled as her body moved. He’d seen big tits before but never tits this big that were still so perky and perfectly shaped despite their obvious weight. And the peaks. What magnificent areolas, chocolate brown and crinkled, at their centre thick nipples poked out, erect and just asking for a good hard sucking.

His gaze fell back to her body perusing her ridged wash-board abs, her wide hips with the tiny bubblegum pink skirt and her athletic thighs. She said something. Tearing his eyes from her wondrous body he looked at her face. Her blonde hair framed one of the most beautiful images he’d ever seen. The goddess was the word that sprang into his mind. Large blue eyes, a narrow nose, full pink lips and slightly reddened high cheeks that had caught the sun. And for some reason at this moment, her features were contorted with worry.

It took Walter a few tries to focus on her words. He kept hearing sounds like “concubine”, “wanted to eat you”, “told them you are my fiancee”, but it didn’t mean anything to him.

As he walked out with this vision of loveliness, he finally caught something.

“His mood is off? Whose? About what?”

“Aren’t you listening to anything I said? There’s been no rain for days. The Chieftain and the council expected that by helping me they would have pleased the gods. But it is still not raining. The Chieftain is worried and his rival is trying to foment trouble by saying he has displeased the god by err…having to help me by…”, Jenny stopped talking.

“Oh is it rain only?”, Walter breezily said. “I saw the boat's barometer. I have a weather expert badge from Boy Scout you know. It would be pouring before sunset.”

“Are you sure?”, Jenny said worriedly.“It is quite sunny”.

“Absolutely Ms Richards,” Walter said with a confidence that he hadn't felt since he…well forever.

“Be careful. Any mistakes, it is your head that would be hanging on his belt next”, Jenny warned.

Strutting confidently, Walter walked to the Chieftain who was having an animated argument with his Shaman.

“Hello! Me Walter. Big fella. You big fella here? Me go surp surp (wings flapping motion) and come soooo (downward motion). Need go to chuk chuk (train sounds). Capisce?”

After an embarrassingly quiet minute, the Chieftain said is a cold voice, “Sure Ponce. Chief Wakubi understands your jibber-jabber!”

After another embarrassing minute, Jenny quietly said, “I was trying to say that to you, Walter. The chief learned English from two Liverpool chaps who came here as tourists.”

“Err...sorry Chief.” walker said in a soft voice.

But the Chief was distracted. “No rain. Still no rain. If no rain by today, Walakunga takes my head and becomes chief. He doesn’t like Chief’s new concubine.”

Walter, his confidence back after his momentary lapse, strode forward, “don’t worry Chief. There would be rain before sunset today. I have a weather watch expert badge from Boy Scout. I am never wrong in weather prediction”

The chieftain looked at Jenny confusingly. Jenny explained, “Walter here is a big shaman. There would be rain today.”

“Good. If not, I take his head”.

Chapter 11

Near Sunset, the headhunter village

Walter was on the verge of crying. The sun was about to set and there was not even a hint of cloud.

“Is he really going to take my head?”, Walter asked worryingly.

“I’m afraid so”.

“I just got this nice haircut. It will all go waste.”, Walter was hyperventilating now.

The Chieftain Wakubi was soon seen coming towards them with a big machete.
“Your head, please. It has not rained.”

“No, no, no. Please let my hair grow a bit. It would look really good then, shrunken on your belt”, Walter begged.

“You cannot do this. This is madness” Jenny tried to intervene.

Suddenly there was a commotion. The shaman came running and said something excitedly. There was a long back and forth discussion which ended when the shaman handed a machete to Walter.

The Chief turned back to them and shrugged apologetically.
“My shaman tells me I must give you a chance to defend yourself. I agree. Take the weapon and follow me”

“I don’t know how to fight. I have only a beginner badge in arm wrestling!” Walker wailed.

He was still crying when the warriors dragged him to the area marked for fighting. No one noticed it, but the Shaman was smirking. He has coated the blade which Walter carried with a deadly poison. A single touch would kill the Chief. Of course, then a new Chief has to be selected and he knew how to be one. Now just hoping the pathetic paleface actually manages to nick the Chief.



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The fight was to happen in a ring made of stones. A wooden pillar was standing straight right at the centre of the ring. It had a skull of a huge animal placed on top of it. The rules were simple. Only one of them can come out of the ring alive. If anyone steps out while alive, spectators gathered around will beat him until he steps back inside.

Walter and the Chieftain stood on two opposite sides of the pillar.

“You ready Old Boy?”, Wakubi called out.

Even if Walter could make a sound, what would he say? The Chief was like a bull. Hugely built. Even worse, he was like a bull with a sharp implement in a china shop.

Walter carefully moved as far as he could within the ring. Every time the man tried to come near him, Walter would run, skip and hop as far as possible. After a few minutes of this Wakubi was mad as hell.

“Stand still you tosser!!”, he yelled.

Finally, at the end of his patience, he ran straight at Walter. With nowhere to run Walter held the machete in front him like a shield. The warrior did not even bother to bring up his machete and instead simply kicked him hard.

Walter flew and hit the pillar. He slid down the pillar to fall on his ass. The skull on top the pillar wobbled for a moment and then toppled on his head encompassing it like a helmet. That saved his life.

The big brutish warrior had swung his machete with all his force and hit the top of Walter’s head. By then the skull was sitting on his head and the machete simply snapped and the broken part flew towards the crowd. Later it was said that the Shaman didn’t have time to be amazed. His head was neatly sliced off. Almost immediately there was a rumble of loud thunder and torrential rain started.