Holiday Nightmare

"Firstly I cannot get you out of here quickly, it is I am afraid impossible."

"What, why not call for a seaplane or something the American government won't leave a citizen stranded." Caitlyn demanded.

"Look just listen before you start demanding things I cannot do."

"You have unfortunately landed on an exclusion island a heritage site protected by international law to preserve the culture of the people that live here from outside influences."

The two women just stared at the Frenchman not really understanding what he was telling them.

"The tribe here live in seclusion outsiders are only permitted to stay by the chief's permission which is rarely given and always comes with conditions."

"Conditions?" Andrea asked nervously.

"Well to stay you must join the tribe, respect and take part in all their customs." Pausing he added. "Ladies I urge you to accept the chief's terms so they will not harm you."

"What if we don't want to join their tribe, we just want to get home to our husbands." Caitlyn stammered.

"Look I cannot get you out of here for another fifteen months when my job here ends." "But I can get word out that you are safe if you accept the chief's terms."

"And if we refuse?" Andrea piped up.

"Well let's just say, bear in mind this tribe have cannibalistic tendencies."

Andrea and Caitlyn stared at each other open mouthed not believing what was happening to them.

"But what are you doing here?"

"I am on U.N.I.C.E.F business concerned with the welfare of this unique tribe and habitat." He replied truthfully.

"We don't have any choice do we." Caitlyn admitted in defeat.

The Frenchman just shook his head. "I will tell the chief you agree, they won't harm you just do what you have to do and sit it out until I can get us out of here."

He left the hut and heard the women sobbing. The chief was waiting for him a broad smile greeted the scientist as he informed him that the women would comply with his terms. The chief shouted some orders and went on his way.

A native woman appeared through the huts door way she was topless and her large heavy breasts hung from her frame her grass skirt revealing powerful thighs as she stepped into the hut she handed two steaming bowls of food to the strangely dressed white women.

The food was like a thin soup with some strange meat in it they ate it quickly realising that it was the first food they had eaten since they got into their predicament.

Andrea fought the urge to spit out the tough meat and managed to keep it down.

"God what is going to happen to us now, that French bloke can't be serious with us being stuck here all that time can he?" Caitlyn whined.

"I don't know, he seemed quite serious to me we will have to wait and see, try not to worry." Andrea tried to comfort her companion but shared her unease and concern.

Later on some more native women appeared and gestured for them to follow. They were led on a sightseeing tour of the village finally stopping at a secluded watering hole.

The native women dropped their grass skirts and walked into the water their coffee coloured skin shining in the sunlight. Everyone seemed friendly and they were waving to the two strangers to join them in the pool.

Caitlyn looked at Andrea shrugged her shoulders and peeled off her light clothing. Andrea did the same blushing at their nudity in front of the natives they tentatively entered the water.

The cool water was refreshing and both women soon felt clean and refreshed none of the native women paid an attention to the strangers until they started to leave the pool and again gestured for them to get dressed and leave for their huts.

The long days soon got into a routine for Andrea and Caitlyn they had some food went to the pool walked about the village. One women even started to teach them how to make the grass skirts all the natives wore, the light clothing they had with them would need replacing with something.

It was a week into their stay and as they were heading to the pool that they noticed the natives were rather excited. They were jabbering excitedly and talking even more quickly than usual causing them to feel uneasy.

Back at their hut Pascal appeared the first time they had seen him after their first meeting.

"Ladies there you are I have some news for you."

"I have managed to get word to my HQ that you are here and are safe they are getting in touch with your next of kin."

"That's great when, can we get out of here." Caitlyn replied excitedly.

"When I leave in fifteen months that I am afraid cannot change."

"Also the chief wants you to attend the first of a series of festivals and customs, the whole village will be there including the hunters and myself."

"What is the festival all about?" Andrea asked.

"To celebrate the coming spring and to appease their god." He replied adding "I am not sure myself how it all pans out I haven't managed to translate all their language into French let alone English but there is dancing, food, drink and it lasts for three days."

As he turned to leave "Ladies whatever you do go with the flow until this celebration period is over."

His warning did little to ease their worries.

Later in the day one of the native women entered their hut and excitedly rushed them out of the opening. The beating of drums began rapping out a steady rhythm which added to their unease.

She led them out of the village on the opposite side to where they went to bath and wash their clothes.

Through the trees they were led until at the foot of the volcano they came to a clearing, the drumming was really loud now and they could see the whole tribe assembled on mass.

Two young native girls placed garlands around their necks and their guide stopped them by the edge of the clearing. Looking around Andrea realised that this was the first time they had seen any of the native men apart from the brief meeting with the chief and the initial contact with the hunter.

In the centre of the clearing was a large stone concaved in the middle the chief stood by it the drums were beating really quickly now and all the natives started chanting something that sounded something like unglod in time with the drums beat.

Pascal appeared behind them "Girls don't worry you are about to witness a rare ceremony, the first part of the festival it's sort of like tribal get together." Adding "just watch."

As the drumming and chanting got faster the chief suddenly raised a spear high above his head a deathly hush descended as everything went quiet.

The chief's voice boomed out over the clearing like he was calling some names out.

All the natives sat down in a circle Andrea and Caitlyn quickly sat down with them. Some bowls of drink quickly appeared and everyone started drinking. Andrea nervously tried the drink it tasted like a strong coconut type punch and turned to look at Caitlyn. She in turn tried it and coughed at its strength but drank it anyway.

The whole evening was passed like that all sat in a circle chanting and drinking until the two white women passed out due to the effects of the strange brew. The chief noticed that the potion had done its job and rendered them unconscious and shouted another order.

Two natives picked them up and carried them back to their hut leaving them there so the native women could get to work for the next part of the ceremony.

They slept for most of the next day. "God what was in that drink?" Andrea grumbled.

"No idea but my head throbs like hell." Caitlyn replied groggily as she turned to Andrea and blinked her eyes trying to focus. "What on earth!"

"Caitlyn what's wrong?" Andrea asked almost afraid of what the answer might be.

Your, you have been painted." Caitlyn stammered.

"What." Andrea looked down her body then spun to look at Caitlyn and she saw that she had been painted too strange white and black lines on her face.

"What the hell is that all about? I wonder."

Caitlyn just shrugged. "I don't know but I'm sure we will soon find out."

The drums started up again each beat shook in their hung over heads as two native women entered painted the same way and dragged them back to the clearing.

The stone in the middle of the clearing had flowers all around it and torches lit it up like a church alter. The drumming stopped as the chief accompanied by a woman strode to the flower adorned stone.

They both chanted gibberish and as they did so bowls of drink again appeared Andrea looked at Caitlyn as the bowls were handed to them.

A different concoction was on offer, red in colour it tasted slightly bitter. Once finished the chief and the woman in the centre called out what sounded like two names.

From opposite sides of the circle a young native woman and a hunter approached the flower strewn stone. Through Pascal's research he had identified these two to the chief as safe mates and they were going to start the breeding ceremony.

The chief and the woman he was with stepped away leaving the young couple centre stage. A different chant started as the natives high on their intoxicating potions fuelled the atmosphere.

Andrea gasped as the young native dropped her grass skirt and bent over the stone as the hunter dropped his loin cloth. His long thick shaft sprung into view and even separated by the distance Andrea couldn't help but notice how large it looked.

"My god they are going to do it right here in front of everyone!" Caitlyn exclaimed breaking Andrea's staring.

The hunter waved his cock around as if showing it off then stepped behind the girl. Lining himself up with her opening he rammed the shaft straight in and held himself deep in her as the crowd started chanting and the drums began banging again.

In time with the drum the hunter stroked himself in and out of the helpless girl, grinding his huge cock in and out of her pussy.

The crowd were baying and urging him on as the drum beats picked up the pace. The hunter really worked up a pace now and was jackhammering into the poor girl lying helpless under the onslaught.

Andrea and Caitlyn watched open mouthed at the display hardly believing what they were witnessing, and if they were to admit it they were getting a little hot from the wanton display.

The hunters thrusting began to lose control and his thrusts became jagged. The drums and chanting stopped and in the silence they all heard the guttural groan as his seed shot deep into the girl.

The Hunter gasping for air pulled out and stepped away from his mate and bowed his head to the chief. As the girl still lay there on the stone the chief's wife brought a bowl and collected the mixed juices dripping from the girls battered pussy.

Once satisfied she helped the shattered girl up and with a wave of her hand the chief shouted something and the whole village turned for home a strange end to a strange ceremony.

Andrea had a restless sleep tossing and turning while the lewd images played in her mind. Hearing the rustling coming from the other makeshift bed she knew Caitlyn was having the same problem.

Unknown to the two women the drinks they had been given during the last two days were special the first was designed to aid fertility and the second was an aphrodisiac that would keep them simmering for hours. But the one that was being prepared for them would put them centre stage in the big festival finale.

Pascal popped into see them in the morning and instantly saw that the potions were effective, both women had glassy eyes and were very twitchy. He talked to them for a while but neither showed any interest in what he was saying so he left them and went to tell the chief that they were ready for the finale to begin.

Soon, as dusk was approaching and excited gaggle of native women appeared and led the way for them to follow back to the clearing.

Arranged around the stone various poles had been set up with rope like vines attached. Andrea and Caitlyn were sat on the edge of the clearing as the drums started signalling the start of the festivities.

Two of the natives began a dance waving flaming torches around and as they watched the spectacle two bowls were handed to them.

Caitlyn looked at Andrea then back at her bowl she didn't like the look of this drink at all, it was milky white in colour and had a strange odour. Andrea's feelings were mutual and she shot a worried glance at her companion, but not wanting to upset the tribe she decided to risk drinking the brew.

A slightly salty flavour accompanied the strange brew and as she tipped the bowl up to drain the contents Andrea was aware that the native dancers were egging her on to finish it. As she set the empty bowl down the two dancers bowed and summersaulted away.

The chief stood beside the stone his month of abstinence nearly over, he mulled over in his mind which of the exotic females he wanted to take first.

He glanced over at the two of them, the smaller golden haired girl intrigued him but the taller more athletic looking dark haired girl had his attention and his prick started to throb with the anticipation of sinking his long hard cock deep into her. With the potion administered he knew the final spectacle of the mating ceremony would soon be at hand.

Drumming started the steady beat echoing around the clearing as the natives started swaying in time with the beat.

Andrea turned her head to look at Caitlyn and instantly felt dizzy her eyes were starting to go a little blurry. Shaking her head she tried to clear her vision 'Christ what was in that foul drink' she thought to herself. Caitlyn sat there apparently unaffected.

"Andrea are you alright?" Caitlyn asked as she herself started feeling weird.

"I'm not sure feel a little giddy, drunk." She slurred. "That last drink was awfully strong."

The chief looked at his prey he licked his lips he could see the potion was starting to do its job.

He gave a signal and at once, all the native women jumped up and started a swaying dance.

Andrea tried to focus on the swaying dancers but her double seeing eyes were having none of it.

On the chief's signal one of the Native women, whom she recognised as one of the chiefs wives pulled Andrea to her feet. On her feet Andrea swayed drunkenly someone behind her undid her top her breasts sprang free the white bikini lines making them stand out more contrasting with her tanned skin.

The women around her gently pushed her to and throw in time with the incessant beat and with her adrenaline racing she found herself dancing with them.

As the writhing dancers manipulated Andrea towards the stone centre piece the chief studied his chosen one.

Her body shape was totally different to all the native women, lean taller and much slimmer. Her white skin made her even more desirable her pert breasts also totally different to any he had seen before and his cock throbbed along with his thoughts.

Andrea's head was spinning and her eyes were not focusing properly but still she swayed and danced with the women.

The woman that had pulled her to her feet suddenly grasped Andrea's wrist and tied something around it. As Andrea's fuddled senses tried to process what had happened the same had happened to her other wrist.

Gently the dancing women pushed her back, Andrea felt something cold and hard touch the back of her legs. As she turned her head to see what it was two more ties wrapped around her legs just above her knees.

As her fuddled brain tried to compute what the hell was happening she was propelled backwards. Falling on her back onto the concaved stone. Andrea struggled to get herself up but her uncoordinated attempts to prise her body up failed drastically as the ties on her wrists suddenly tightened and pulled her arms straight up over her head.

Fearing for her life in her drunken state she failed to realise exactly why she was angled on the stone the way she was. Her hips higher than her head, and her legs dangling off the edge of the stone at the perfect height to give unobstructed access to her pussy.

It did nothing to relive her fears of being killed like a sacrificial offering when a native woman loomed over her brandishing a crude knife. The woman yelled something and Andrea heard the crowd chant back the knife swished through the air. Snap her grass skirt fell away leaving her clad only in her bikini bottoms. Another swish of the knife and even that wafer thin protection of her modesty was gone.

As her senses struggled to comprehend what was happening the ties on her legs pulled her legs apart, panic set in and she desperately fought to keep them closed, it would have been a difficult task coherent drunk no hope what so ever. Her strength failed her and her legs were pried wide apart, her pussy open for all to see.

Caitlyn stared open mouthed at the scene unfolding before her eyes Pascal came and sat beside her.

"Just watch, there is nothing we can do to help Andrea." Pausing "The ceremony is remarkable and that stone is specially carved for the purpose."

Adding "The curve allows all the seed to flow into the woman not a drop will be wasted it all flows into her body like a waterfall."

Caitlyn dumbly nodded her head as she finally understood the purpose of the whole event.

Six specially selected men lined up either side of the stone the chief stood behind Andrea for the first time she realised how big and powerful he was.

Pascal continued giving Caitlyn a run-down of what was happening.

"The men either side are the fittest and most virile of the tribe."

"Oh my god you mean they are all going to have a go at her" Caitlyn replied incredulously.

"I am afraid so, after the chief of course."

"Christ that's awful poor Andrea." As she said it she feared for herself it was only a matter of time before she underwent the same fate.

A hush descended as the chiefs wife appeared clutching a bowl, Caitlyn recognised it as the bowl that she had collected the mixed juices in during last night ceremony. She moved slowly and deliberately around the stone stopping between Andrea's splayed legs.

In an equally measured walk the chief joined her he gazed hungrily at the Promised Land spread tantalisingly in front of him.

The chief turned to his audience, as the tribe quietened down he gave an order his wife who immediately went sank to her knees in front of the vulnerable white woman splayed helplessly in front of her.

"She is going to prepare her for the mating ceremony." Pascal whispered to Caitlyn

Caitlyn said nothing but gazed on in a mixture of intrigue and horror at the scene, she was also aware that she was getting hot and horny herself.

Andrea screamed as she felt hot breath on her exposed pussy, gazing down her body she could just see the top of the woman's head.

Andrea gasped as a tongue started licking at her slit. The chief's wife was very skilled and soon locked her lips on Andrea's clit. The attention sent unwelcome tremors through her body and sub-consciously her hips jerked.

Caitlyn couldn't help herself and slowly ran her hand down and started to rub her pussy as Andrea's torment continued.

The expert oral stimulation was driving Andrea crazy her pussy was betraying her mind and juice was starting to flow freely.

A finger was dragged gently across her delicate opening juice glistened on the coffee coloured digit smiling as she saw it, the chief's wife got up and raised her wet finger for the Chiefs benefit.

The Chief dropped his loin cloth to the floor exposing his erect penis to the tribe. From her viewpoint Caitlyn gasped at the size of it and rubbed her clit a little bit faster.

Pascal leant in close "They will apply the lubricating mixture in a bit then it will be the main event."