A/N: This is a story I made based on a prompt at DWP. Since it’s my first time doing this genre I hope I didn’t botch it!
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***The White Witch***
Kalisa Indigenous Territory, Brazil
December 2016
*“Lock her up!”*
*“No! We should sacrifice her to the elder spirits!”*
*“The elder spirits will not accept the flesh and blood of the non-believers!”*
*“Just drown her in the Wakili!”*
*“Oh no! She will pollute our drinks!”*
In the middle of the night, unintelligible bickering can be heard as a party of Kalisa tribesmen marched by the Amazon river, or as they said in Kalisan language, the Wakili. A group of seven men with dark complexion with various body markings, three on each side in a row of three and headed by one man. Their bare footsteps made splashing noises as they walked the wet and sloppy ground. Only one thing is unusual from this company: in the middle of the seven men is a woman in ropes. Her hands tied together behind her and they also put one on her neck for good measure. The way they lead her around it’s as if a group of farmer is taking their cattle home. She looks beat and pants once in a while.
Her face and body is covered by mud and dirt but underneath it’s pretty clear that she’s fair-skinned, with straight blond hair and a bright pair of amber eyes. She stands around 160 centimeters tall, standing short compared to the men in her company. The tallest man is a full head taller than her and the shortest can probably kiss her forehead without tiptoeing. She wears ragged clothing that looks like the remnant of a pair of underwear and nothing under her feet. Her white panties, although dirty and grazed everywhere can still function to cover her lower part. The same cannot be said for her upper garment, though. The battered fabric has been torn apart. No signs of cutting, though, so it was probably being pulled apart when she struggled against her captors. And now her breasts are hanging free, exposing its muddy skin. The night breeze crawls into her skin, teasing her brown nipples which color has now blended with dirt.
The woman says nothing, yet her expression tells everything that is to know about what she feels. Embarrassment, exhaustion, humiliation..to name a few. She just looked at the ground so she wouldn’t trip in the darkness.
I wish they would just kill me and be done with it…
Such is the thought that lingers inside the head of Nina Nilsson, a zoologist who was ambushed by Kalisan tribesmen when observing birds in the Amazon rainforest. Nina traveled in a group of three to observe the very rare harpy eagle, when suddenly arrows started flying towards them. The group scattered and ran towards their own direction and Nina was unfortunate to get caught near the riverbank she couldn’t cross.
Actually, this is the second time the Kalisan had captured her. After she was captured for the first time in the afternoon, she was taken to the settlement and was made an attraction for the entire village to see. She heard unintelligible angry yells telling her to do something but she just stood there, frightened that the hundreds men who had been gawking at her plump breasts will swarm on her and rape her. Fortunately, they seemed to give up screaming at her and just locked her up with ducks. She managed to escape by slipping through a pretty large gap next to a nearby swamp, only to get captured again and now there she is.
“Oh, God…mother..father..please help me…” she whispered. If prayers could strengthen a crumbling heart, now is the time right time to see that. Although the absence of her silver cross necklace kind of disheartened her. The men really stripped her off all her luxuries.
*“Tell the skank to shut up!”* the leader shouted without turning his head. Nina is startled even though she didn’t understand a word he said.
She’s being pulled by her neck rope by the man who was tasked to hold it. He grabs her by her jaw and pulls her face closer. Close enough for their foreheads to touch.
*“You pollute the air with your wicked voice again, we’ll slit open your throat”* the man slashed his index finger across Nina’s throat to drive the point home. Nina nods in fear. He then pulled her by her neck again.
She tries to keep thinking straight, but her mind is just one big mess right now. Thoughts are spinning in her head. The thoughts of her home, her parents, warm food, exotic Amazonian birds.
She didn’t really keep track of the time but they have been walking for about an hour now. Looks like they’re not taking Nina to the same place they were holding her. The State of Amazonas, as the home to Kalisan people (among other tribes) is a massive landmass with the largest area in Brazil. It was estimated that 10,000 to 20,000 Kalisan live in seclusion from the outer world, a right that was recognized by the government of Brazil. And thus the Kalisan population was spread across several settlements and villages. The one they’re taking Nina to is Larbo, the ‘capital’ village of the Kalisans.
Since she’s not really paying attention to her steps anymore, Nina trips on a tree branch and dived face first to the ground on her left cheek. She moans as her bare bosom hits the ground. Her nipples that had been dry for quite some time was again kissed by the wet, mud-caked surface.
“Augghhh” she cried, feeling the friction of her bare skin against the ground.
*“Get up!”*
*“Don’t fall asleep yet you cursed whore!”*
The men are less than pleased with the hindrance. Nina just wants to ignore them to be honest, she’s dead tired, starving, and dehydrated. Maybe if she just lies on the ground they will kill her on the spot. But she was awaken from her near slumber when the men starts poking her body with their feet, first on the thigh then on her shoulder. They clearly have no intention to help her get up. She decides to get up when the men pulls her neck rope.
She musters her remaining energy to get up without the help of her arms. She managed to get on her knees, but it just feels so heavy to lift her back so now she’s bending over with her round butt in the clear view of her captors. One man gives her a slap on her right butt cheek hard enough for it to turn red.
“Aaghh!” she wailed.
*“Stand up!”* he raises his hand again. To him the gesture is no more than a farmer slapping his lazy cattle.
Nina tries to get up using her upper body. The rough surface certainly doesn’t help her. She tries to get up little by little, rubbing her exposed breasts on the ground. Pointy tips of fallen tree branches scratched her nipples several times.
“Nghhh…uhhh…” she wails silently lest the men will abuse her again.
She eventually managed to stand up, but her breasts still hurt. As the wind blows to her grazed skin, her soaked, flabby nipples slowly get harder, obeying its natural instinct. With every breeze of the Amazon wind, she feels electrifying sensation stimulating her body from her teats. It’s as if a pair of invisible hands are constantly pinching her milk ducts, planting their nails and then twisting them in a quick movement.
And without giving her a moment of break, the men once again start pulling their prize by her neck as soon as she gets on her feet. In less than 15 minutes, they will reach Larbo.
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Dinner time is just about over when the seven men enters the gate to Larbo. They were greeted by a pair of armed guards.
*“So this is the cursed whore?”* one of them stepped forward.
Words about Nina have already spread across the Kalisan settlements.
*“She’s all yours”* the leader of the party pulled Nina over and
pushes her in the back towards the guards.
Before she could reach the guard, though, she lost her balance and falls on her shoulders. She doesn’t think of anything, but her eyes just looks teary and sorrowful. She has been treated worse than a livestock for half a day.
“…ter” faint voice could be heard from Nina’s shrivelled lips.
“What?” the guard lowers his head.
“Water..”
This time he turned her body so he could hear it more clearly
“Please..let me have some water” she begs before her captors, still lying on her back.
*“What did she say?”* he had a puzzled look on him.
*“I don’t know, witch language”* the party leader just shrugs.
The guard just lifted her and carried her in his shoulder like a sack of rice.
*“You boys go get something warm to eat before you go back, I’ll take this thing and store her”* he said, walking away from the group.
At least I don’t have to walk anymore..
Nina feels somewhat relieved. She just doesn’t care anymore what would happen to her. Whether the Kalisans will open her up and sacrifice her to their gods, throw her into the Amazon, or have the whole village just gang rape her until she’s unconscious, she leaves it all up to fate. She just wants to rest.
They arrive at a pretty large coop, used to domesticate ducks. He tossed Nina on top a pile of grass, dropping her from three feet up. It’s the second time today she’s being locked up together with a bunch of ducks.
She just lies there, eyes closed. She figured that there’s no way that the guard will leave without doing anything to her basically naked body. She already resigned to the thought that she will be used to relieve these men’s carnal desires all-night long. She just waits, until the next few minutes nothing happens. She opens her eyes and finds herself alone in the coop. She checks every corner for any man. None. The guards already left and with that she assumes her humiliation parade had ended for today. Hopefully…
She just closes her eyes and let the night swallows her. Still restrained and without a layer of acceptable clothing to cover her body, she sleeps so soundly. This is the best she’s ever felt today.
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The next day comes and Nina still finds herself breathing. The coop is located in the corner far from the village center of activities so she has no idea what awaits her now.
She’s still hungry and thirsty, but at least her muscles doesn’t feel like giving up on her now after a night sleep. Her breasts are still tormenting her, though. Sharp pain still lingers on the skin of her teats. The most frustrating thing is she can’t do anything about it.
Even worse, now her lower body starts to get uncomfortable as well, sometimes she has to rub her crotch against something to relieve the discomfort.
She’s just lying there, staring into the ceiling when she hears somebody enters her little ‘cell’.
“Wake up, white girl!” he opens the lock. He’s carrying two buckets of water and a piece of clothing in his left hand.
The man doesn’t look too different from other Kalisan men. He’s bald, around 175 cm in height and looks a bit less muscular compared to the men who escorted her last night. He wears a different set of clothing as well. He has a necklace around his neck and his bare upper body seems devoid of any markings.
He dumped the first bucket on Nina’s body without warning. Nina rolls over as she’s gasping for air. Cold water send shivers down her entire body.
*W-What happened!?*
“Today must be your lucky day”
*Wha- What does that even mean? And did he just speak English?*
Bewilderment can be seen on Nina’s face as she anticipates her next fate.
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Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/9selua/the_white_witch_fhumlexh