A wife and the Amazon Tribe (Book 1) Page 6

  While being lost in disgust, Julie failed to notice her glance had turned into a stare. What she did notice was the rapid growth of the chief’s already huge penis. Within few seconds, it grew into an unbelievable ten inches.

  With a shocked expression, Julie looked back at the chief’s face to find a smirk on it and immediately realized her mistake of being lost in the thoughts while looking at the gem; he must have thought she was looking at his penis, which could be misinterpreted as show of interest.

  “How could it be ten inches? Can a woman even take that thing without going through agony? ” Julie thought and fearfully looked it again.

  It was now more than twelve inches.

  No matter how composed Julie tried to be, once she saw the erecting monstrous penis, she panicked.

  “How the hell am I going to even begin to take that thing into me? It’s as big as my arm. I got tricked. He can’t expect me to take that. It would split me alive,” she thought, shaking in fear.

  Julie knew the impatient, old man had come to collect his payment before her husband could get well enough to talk to her and change her mind which has become a big possibility after her personally seeing the terrifying true nature of the old man’s manhood. Suddenly, like a sudden flash, in a second thought, a more sinister possible reason crossed her mind; he had come to collect his prize before the news of Sam’s death could reach her. In the morning when she had left the shaman’s hut, Sam seemed to be in a stable condition and out of danger, but anything was possible in this place where this wretched man had total control of.

  “I want to see my husband first,” Julie said and tried to exit the hut, but the chief quickly blocked her way.

  Julie’s suspicion got stronger and started to truly worry about Sam’s wellbeing.

  “Let me go. I want to see him,” Julie said in a firmer tone and tried to use signs to get the words through to the chief who refused to let her leave.

  “Look here old man, either you let me see him, or you are getting nothing,” Julie said while showing her index finger, panicked and angered.

  In her panicked moment, the chief reached in and boldly grabbed one of her soft breasts which had been teasing his all this time. Julie gasped and recoiled by the sudden groping of her breast, and acting in an anger-fueled instinct, slapped his face hard.

  The chief couldn’t believe that Julie had struck his body. It was the first time in his life he had to go through the humiliation of being struck by a woman. While holding his offended cheek, he gave Julie a death stare.

  Julie didn’t regret hitting the chief; honestly, she thought he deserved more for doing such a thing when she was genuinely worried about Sam. She knew the time for words have ended, and she might have to physically fend off the old pervert. Being deceived by his short stature, Julie actually thought she might have a chance at fending him off through physical power and run away to where Sam was.

  With his pride wounded, the chief attacked once again grabbing Julie’s breast, with enough force to make her gasp in pain. He looked into her eyes, daring her to slap him again, and she made the mistake of accepting his challenge. Having expected it, he easily caught her arm with a vice-like grip that made Julie realize she had underestimated his strength.

  The chief was now determined to humiliate and make Julie suffer for her mistake. He had been planning on being gentle with her, but now she was going learn the hard way about the punishment for disobeying and striking him.

  With a swift move, the chief tackled Julie to the ground and fell with her. The fall took her breath away for few seconds and realized the chief was already on top of her. In a panic, she struggled to throw him off of her but found him quite hard to move.

  “Get off! Get off you bastard! Get your dirty hands off me!” Julie screamed in anger as the chief, without much effort, hung onto her.

  After about fifteen minutes of continuous struggling, Julie was starting to lose both her breath and strength. She was starting to taste the defeat and realized what could happen if she gives up; she would be going through a hell of shame and pain while not knowing whether her sacrifice was in vain or not.

  “Let me go! I don’t want to! ” Julie protested once again, and using the last reserve of energy, renewed her struggle. Even the chief was surprised by her tenacity and strength. Being such a weak looking woman, he had fully expected her to give up and surrender to him by now, but she was proving to be more stubborn than a wild-boar.

  After another five minutes of desperate struggling, Julie was starting to lose steam. She was angrier at the fact that, even through all the struggling, the chief had managed to pull her top down to expose her breasts and was happily groping her soft mounds. The struggling had even ridden up the hem of the dress until her white panties were showing. She didn’t have enough strength to even lift her hands up to grab his head when he lowered his mouth onto one of her pink nipples. As her nipple disappeared between his lips, with a frustration filled groan, she started sobbing, finally announcing her surrender.

  This was what the chief was waiting for; now, without any disturbances,he could sate his carnal hunger at his own pace. Upon sensing her capitulation, he gleefully sucked hard on her nipple, pulling out a noise of discomfort and disgust from her while he loved how her nipple got hard against his teasing tongue. Her breasts felt unbelievably wonderful. He couldn’t believe something soft like this could even hold its perfect shape. He felt like a child who had found a new favorite toy.

  Feeling the chief’s lecherous tongue lapping at her nipple while his mouth sucked on, Julie felt disgusted enough to retch. His rough, calloused fingers on her other breast were intentionally groping hard enough to make her gasp pain. While doing all these, in a lewd motion, he was slowly dry-humping her. She wanted to cuss at him as loud as she could to show her displeasure, but knew she has to save even the smallest amount of her energy; while enduring, she was breathing hard to catch up enough breath to start another struggle.

  After few minutes of breast play, Julie’s nipples were as hard as erasers. She hated how her body could betray her mind. When the chief looked up to her eyes, she looked at him with her eyes filled with hate and disgust.

  Somehow, Julie’s defiant stare made the chief pull his mouth off her breast, creating loud and wet ‘pop’ sound. While she looked in disbelief at her saliva covered nipple, he started sliding down her body. When he slid down towards her legs, she used her recovered strength to keep her legs together while pulling up the dress to cover her breasts once again. When he tried to open her legs, using her remaining strength, she kept them together with enough strength to surprise him.

  The struggle and the heat in the hut had caused Julie’s body to create a thin layer of sweat which gave the chief some difficulty in getting a decent grip on her smooth skin to pry open her legs. This new layer of sweat also gave her long legs an added sexiness which fueled his carnal fire even more.

  The chief did like challenges and this seemed to be a fun game to play; this was the first time a woman had resisted his sexual advances. Smiling confidently, he rose up and knelt at the end of her feet.

  Feeling a glimmer of hope that the chief might have finally grown tired of her, to see what was happening, Julie raised her head a little to look beyond her heaving breasts. It was then, for the first time, she had a proper look at chief’s fully-erect penis. In both length and girth, it was almost as big as her hand. From base to the head, the embedded bumps on the shaft had neatly distanced themselves to be about two inches apart from each other. The shaft itself was covered with big and large veins that pulsated slightly in time with his heartbeat. At the end of the shaft, akin to a large, purple plum fruit, was an equally abnormal tip that was already oozing a clear liquid.

  Just as any sane woman would, upon seeing such a monstrosity, Julie started to panic; that pulsating, angry looking abomination seemed like it could growl and jump at her.

  “There’s no way I could take in something like that,” Jul
ie thought.

  The penis head was as big as her entire pussy; so big, she almost felt a hint of safety as it might be too big to even enter her.

  Using Julie’s distraction, the chief put his hands between her ankles and started applying pressure and the great length of her beautiful legs worked against her; with added leverage provided by long legs, he finally felt her legs giving way.

  “No, leave me alone!” Julie protested as the old man positioned his waist between her separated ankles.

  Keeping her ankles closed was a lost cause now. So Julie redirected her remaining strength to keeping her knees together since that was the last line of defense to her virtue.

  Little by little, the chief moved his waist up until her closed knees blocked it. Having to keep her knees together while he pushed his body between her legs, Julie was forced to raise her knees off the floor. Using this, from underneath, he squeezed in a hand from between her thighs. Even though she had her knees closed tight, her sweat acted as a lubricant on her soft thighs and allowed the invading hand to squeeze in between. When his other hand also followed the first, Julie knew she was dangerously close to losing the battle.

  Suddenly, the chief’s hands applied inhuman strength, and accompanied by a war cry from the chief and a loud “No!” from Julie, her smooth thighs were pried open, offering him her panty covered crotch.

  The chief observed the strange flimsy cloth that stood between him and his goal. With a quick tug and a painful gasp from Julie, the underwear was in pieces.

  The chief was treated to an amazing sight. Julie’s vulva reminded him of a rare pink flower that grew deep in the forest. It looked like a genitalia of a girl who has never had sex; most of the women in the village had pussies that looked opened up and withering flowers by her age. Plus, she had very little pubic hair since she had clean shaven till the plane crash. The chief had to look close to even locate her tightly closed opening.

  Julie desperately tried to cover her shame with her hands but the chief caught them with his. He was too strong, and he needed to use only his left hand to keep both her arms locked by the wrists. Using the right hand, he opened up her pussy lips to fully admire it one more time since after he has gone through it, it was going to lose the beautiful and innocent appearance.

  The chief decided that contrary to what he had originally planned, he wasn’t going to use any foreplay; he wanted to punish her for insulting him. So while kneeling, with his mighty defiler in the free hand, he reached closer to the target.

  As instructed by the witch-doctor, between the girl’s efforts to deny him a clear target by moving her hips, the chief made sure to smear enough medicine-infused pre-cum on her tightly clenched opening. Satisfied with the amount of pre-cum covering the spear-head and the target, he placed it on her opening and got ready to commence the attack.

  Feeling something big placed against her sensitive opening, out of horror filled desperation, Julie went into fight or flight mode. Thrashing and bucking like a crazed mare, she almost managed to push away the surprised chief. Even the strong chief had to hold on with all his might and ride out this beautiful wild beast’s tantrum.

  After few minutes, both Julie and the chief were lying on the floor panting. Julie was panting as if she was taking her last dying breath; that was the last ounce of strength she had used on that wild ride. Her breasts were out in the open again, and she was now as limp as a ragdoll. They were lying on their sides, Chief still in between her legs, holding her narrow waist with both his hands.

  After the last struggle, the chief was being cautious; he didn’t want to give up the position between Julie’s thighs. While staying like that, he carefully placed his penis against her opening once again and applied pressure to feel it open up a little. This brought out a surprised but defeated moan from Julie, and the chief knew the medicine was starting to work; from how tight her opening had looked, under the current circumstances, it shouldn’t have opened easily.

  While staying in the position,with micro thrusts, the chief started to batter her opening. With every pecking motion, he wanted to test the elasticity of her passage and let more and more of his pre-cum permeate into her vagina. With every pre-cum mixed thrust, in millimeters, her opening was widening around the big cock head. It was slow progress, but it was better than nothing. Due to these pecking like small, fast thrusts, both of them were shaking a bit on the ground . Unable to summon enough energy to even move, Julie closed her eyes and was trying to pretend that all that were happening was a bad dream. Still, once in awhile, she couldn’t help releasing a gasp or quick whimper when the chief added a little more force into a thrust and opened her up a bit more. Those irregular hard thrusts made her shed a tear every time he conquered a little bit of her innocence.

  After about five minutes of the chief’s micro thrusts, Julie’s stretched opening was almost over his crown. She was breathing hard, and she could feel her opening stretching unnaturally. She has always been tight and remembered, in her teenage years, the first time she had secretly tried to experiment with a dildo and ended up being discouraged due to her opening being too tight for it. Even on her wedding night, before being able to finally claim her virginity, Sam had to perform cunnilingus on her for nearly half-an-hour. Sam was at about one-third the size of the old man, and due to her tightness, he could never last more than five minutes inside her.

  Seeing an opportunity, the chief sent a very hard, short jab to her loosening opening. Clenching her teeth, Julie tried to muffle the scream that came out with a hint of pleasure. Stretched to the limit, like a python engulfing its prey, the tight ring of her opening slid over the wide crown of the penis head and snapped closed tightly behind the corona and around the shaft.

  A shudder went through Julie’s body and she felt something she had never felt in her life; she had something the size of a fist firmly lodged inside her, and the opening was now closed around something the size of her wrist. There wasn’t as much pain she had expected, but Instead, a warm tingly feeling was starting to generate in her lower abdomen and it was starting to rise up her body.

  After getting the head slipped inside her, the chief knew, even if she struggles anymore, there was no risk of his cock slipping out of Julie; her tight opening had locked itself onto his manhood. Now,even if he wanted, it wasn’t going to be easy to free himself. He has won the first battle and now it was time to win the war.

  Holding Julie’s thighs, he rolled both of them until he was once again on top of her while she ended up on her back. Being exhausted and shocked, she was unresponsive as the chief positioned her. While moving around, at one point, his cock got pulled out a bit, but Instead of slipping out of her, the crown got trapped behind her tight opening ring and pulled the whole vaginal passage out a bit, forcing her to emit a shuddering moan.

  Once positioned, the chief once again looked down at the beautiful woman underneath him. Her nipples were now erect and Goosebumps covered her soft breasts. When he met her blue eyes, he noticed that the pure hatred she had in her eyes before, was heavily tainted with fear and confusion while her nostrils flared as she struggled to maintain her heavy-breathing.

  Julie’s gaze still had some fire and defiance, but her body remained immobile. Feeling safe, the chief leaned in while placing his hands on either side of her body, positioned his legs and lustfully looked at eyes once again as if he was announcing his victory.

  Another tear escaped from her eyes. She refused to accept the reality that was about to unfold: being raped by a savage, short and ugly old man. With a sob, resigning to the awaiting torture, Julie closed her eyes in hopes of escaping the nightmare and gritted her teeth.

  With a triumphant grunt, in a short but hard manner, the chief began thrusting into Julie. Since he had finally managed to subdue the wild tigress, he wanted to take his time and let his special pre-cum soak into her insides.

  The sudden barrage of attacks against her sensitive depths made Julie see stars behind her eyelids and was forced t
o open her eyes. She let out a guttural gasp while arching her body in an unsuccessful effort to ease the force of pounding her resisting passage was receiving. Seeing the space created between her back and the floor when she arched, the chief quickly wrapped his arms around her body and hugged her tightly to him. This prevented her from making any further efforts to ease the attack and also put his face right in between her soft breasts. With his hardness fighting and pushing its way towards her womb, and his face between her soft, pillowy breasts, the chief was a happy man.

  Julie was overwhelmed by the sudden load of inputs her brain was receiving from her loins. There was some pain, but there was also something sweet and tingly sensation mixed in with it. Just like dark chocolate, the sensation was bitter but delicious, especially from the one spot where the large head was constantly pressing and rubbing against, that sent shocks throughout her reproductive organ and ended up traveling through her spine and straight into the brain.

  Julie had never experienced something like this during the sexual acts she had shared with Sam; compared to the pleasant feelings she was used to having with him, this felt intoxicating. She never knew her body was able to generate such sensations and couldn’t even believe she could feel them under such a horrifying circumstances. It was as if her loins had become a stubborn teenage girl that kept refusing to heed her commands to stop enjoying strange things.