Amy in Africa

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Amy thought it was the most wonderful opportunity she'd ever had. Her faculty advisor had chosen her to accompany him on his sabbatical. He was taking a year to study an obscure tribe in the Central African Republic. The opportunity had taken her a bit by surprise because she was certainly not her advisor's favourite, nor was she anywhere near the top of her class. But when he offered her the chance, the budding social anthropologist jumped on it.

She was fully aware that it would cost her an extra year of study, but it would be the ideal opportunity to do extended research for her PhD. It might also set her up for a coveted faculty position at some point. None of her classmates would be able to post such a study on their resumes.

The trip was to be quite arduous and the tribe's location both remote and rugged. This was not to be a luxury holiday retreat. They would be sleeping in small huts, living off the land as the natives lived. Amy had been told to travel light, but thought it was ridiculous that she had only been allowed one small backpack, which left her room for only one change of clothes.

Doctor Doyle had told her not to worry. They would be able to obtain local clothing at the village. Of course, it was probably best to dress like the locals, allowing them to blend in while they conducted their study. Yes. Living with the tribe, eating what they ate, even dressing like they dressed. It was all so exciting.

The trip was exhausting. After what seemed like an endless flight, they transferred to cars, then four wheel drive Jeeps. The last two days were completed on foot. Amy looked down at herself in disgust. Her clothes were filthy and torn, and she could hardly stand the smell of herself. Her only hope was that there would be somewhere to bathe and she could get some fresh local clothing when they got there.

Soon they found a path that slowly widened to a well travelled trail. About two hours later, they broke through into a clearing surrounded by small stick huts. A little dirty stream ran beside the clearing. So much for a bath. As soon as they came into view, a flock of naked children ran screaming towards the huts, and several women emerged to see what the commotion was all about.

If she had thought about it at all before now, she would not have been so surprised to see that the women were all naked except for small loincloths at their waists. Oh my. Doctor Doyle had talked about local clothing. She hoped this was not the full extent of what would be available to her. She wouldn't dress like that in private, let alone in public. When she turned to look at the Doctor, he just smiled and shrugged.

There was soon a crowd of women and children gathered around them and their guide was trying to interpret the barrage of questions and comments. After the initial shock wore off, the women moved in closer to Amy and began touching her exposed skin and hair. Some of them had seen whites before, but most had not and were fascinated by her straight blonde hair and pale skin. Everyone seemed more interested in her than the men and it was a little disconcerting for her to be the center of so much attention.

Suddenly there was a shout to their left and they turned to see the men returning from the hunt. They had been successful and there was a small deer hanging from a pole between two of the hunters. She had begun to get used to the semi-nudity of the women, but the entrance of the men shocked her again. Most of them had little of anything covering their bodies, and many had their genitals exposed. Although she tried not to look, she couldn't help noticing that several of the men were very well endowed.

When the hunters saw the strangers, they all came over to investigate. Once again, there was little if any interest in the men, the attention was mostly focused on her. They reached out and touched her, stroking her hair and feeling her skin and clothes. Before she could stop them, her knapsack was snatched away and taken to the other side of the compound. She looked to Doctor Doyle for assistance but again, all he did was smile and shrug.

Amy was becoming disturbed by the whole situation. The promised local clothing was clearly non-existent and she now found herself stripped of her possessions, the only white woman for at least 500 miles, surrounded by naked black villagers. This was definitely not what she had signed up for.

Finally when the men and women had returned to butcher the kill, she was alone with the professor.

"Sir. What is happening here?" She asked. "I thought you said there would be local clothes here. Why didn't you stop them taking my knapsack? I don't feel at all safe. We need to leave here immediately."

"Don't be ridiculous Amy." He huffed. "We're not going anywhere for at least a year. I told you this would be the chance of a lifetime. You have the opportunity to live as one of the village women for an entire year, experiencing life as they do, reporting to me all that happens. The only way we will ever find out how these people live and think is to become one of them. You will join the tribe, I will make the observations."

Now Amy was panicked. There was no way she was going to join the tribe. To dress and act and live exactly like these primitive people. She had just decided that she would leave right then and there, to hell with her PhD thesis, when a great roar erupted from the forest.

"I wouldn't think of leaving right now." Sneered Doyle, as if reading her mind. "The scent of that butchered deer has attracted at least one hungry cat. Probably attack you the instant it gets dark. If it waits that long. Oh no Amy. I'd want to stay right here if I were you. That is, of course, unless you intend to become something's dinner."

Amy had never been as afraid as she was at that very moment. The prospect of becoming a part of the tribe, was certainly preferable to being eaten alive by a lion, but it scared her almost as much. Amy realized that she was both hungry and tired. Nothing seemed to be happening tonight, and running off into the jungle would be very dangerous indeed. Better to wait until morning before making her escape.

As these thoughts were rolling through her mind, her professor approached with the Chief.

"Amy Dear." He began." There is to be a big welcoming feast tonight. Lots of food and drink. The Chief wants us to be his guests of honour. Surely you are not thinking of running out of here are you?"

"Well. No sir, I had actually decided to stay until first light just to avoid nighttime predators." She replied meekly.

"Outstanding." Crowed Doyle. "Smart choice. I'm sure we will have fun. Maybe even change your mind about staying. Are you thirsty?"

He then produced a cup of cloudy liquid. With a few bubbles floating on top. Amy gave it a sniff and decided that it didn't smell to bad. Kind of like a beer, only sweeter.

"Give it a taste Amy. I think it's pretty good for bush beer. Certainly better for us than any of the water around here. We'll probably have to drink water eventually, but we might as well put it off for tonight if we can." Doyle opined.

She was very thirsty after their trek, and the beer certainly looked better than the water. Amy took a long sip and swallowed. Not bad, she thought, as she took another mouthful. A little sweet, but it's wet. When she finished her first cup, a young girl was there with a small jug to refill it. As she sipped her second cup. She felt herself relax. She told herself that it wasn't going to be so bad here. In the morning she could talk to Professor Doyle, and convince him that they could get what they wanted without her joining the tribe.

As she wandered around investigating the little village, the girl was never far behind. Every time her cup got close to empty, the girl eagerly topped it up. Between the heat and her slight dehydration, it didn't take long for Amy to start feeling tipsy. By the time dusk had fallen, things were starting to blur.

Luckily her Professor arrived and took her arm leading her to the head table at the center of the compound and guiding her to sit beside the Chief. Amy was a bit nervous to be sitting so close to an almost naked black man, particularly so far away from civilization, but as the beer continued to flow, she became more and more relaxed.

Amy hadn't realized how famished she was until the food started to arrive. In her semi drunken state, the smell was irresistible. The alcohol in the beer had acted to enhance her hunger and reduce her inhibitions. Everything smelled so good, that she dug in to the meal with gusto. From time to time the Chief would look over at her and point to a particularly inviting morsel, encouraging the young student to eat more.

And as the evening wore on. More beer was served and drank. More food was delivered to the table. Amy began to feel somewhat uncomfortable. At only 5'-3" with a fairly slight build, she was totally unaccustomed to eating such large quantities of meat or drinking nearly as much alcohol as she was doing tonight, and she could feel her stomach stretching well beyond it's normal capacity.

Suddenly, she felt an unaccustomed bubbling in her gut and without warning a large belch escaped her mouth. Instantly her hands flew up to cover her face in shame, but immediately, the crowd of villagers began cheering and yelling. At first she thought it might be disgust or anger at her rudeness, but when she looked up at the Chief, he was smiling widely. Then she remembered that in some cultures a belch is considered to be a sign of a well served guest, a complement to the host.

Another cup of beer was followed by an almost endless array of bite size delicacies. She had no idea what she was eating, and although most of it was delicious, she was truly becoming almost painfully engorged. Her shirt and pants had actually become significantly tighter around her torso, as the meal progressed, and she unbuckled her belt to try to relieve some of the pressure.

As the celebration wound to a close, Amy couldn't have been happier that the food had been cleared away. The last few cups of beer she drank, somehow helped relieve the bloated feeling in her stomach and as the natives slowly moved away to their huts, Amy drifted off to sleep. She was unconscious and unaware when two older women picked her up and took her to one of the huts. With such a distended abdomen, it was a disturbed and fitful sleep. She was assailed by strange dreams. As the night dragged on, there had been a series of sharp pains in her abdomen, Finally, she had farted loudly which relieved the pressure and allowed her to drop into a deep more restorative sleep.

Amy's head ached so badly that she could hardly open her eyes without crying. She couldn't remember going back to her hut. Didn't remember taking off her clothes. But as consciousness dawned, she realized that she was naked under the blanket. Try as she might, she could recall no detail, after the dinner.

Oh God. Had Doyle dragged her back to the hut and stripped her? Had he done anything else? She was trying to work up the courage to make a cursory inspection when the door flap flew back, and the Chief entered with three older women. He was speaking to them as they approached and they were smiling back at him and her.

So hung over, and still feeling uncomfortably bloated from the enormous quantity of food she had consumed last night, she was in no condition to resist as they reached down and helped her stand. Soon, as she clutched the blanket around herself, the women were leading her away toward one of the huts on the far side of the compound.

"Doctor...DOCTOR!" She cried. "Where are they taking me? What are they going to do to me?"

"Never mind child." Came the reply. "They are just going to get you ready to join the tribe."

Inside the hut, the women pulled the blanket from her body. Amy was totally humiliated by their inspection of her genitals and their apparent surprise at her thinned and trimmed pubes. They fitted her with a loincloth similar to the ones they wore, then, dressed, such as she was, they pushed her down on the ground and gathered round to fashion her light blonde hair into cornrow like braids close to her scalp. She tried to resist them as they worked, but it was no use.

As they worked, the women noticed that Amy had pierced ears. After a quick discussion. One woman left and soon returned with two large metal earrings, much like the ones she wore. The metal was much thicker than a normal earring and it stretched her hole painfully as it was inserted, but soon Amy had large primitive dangles in each ear.

Not having a mirror, she could only imagine by feel what she must look like. Yes. They had turned her into the image of a woman of the village.

Helped to her feet, Amy still felt a little off from last night's gluttony. It was difficult for her to keep her focus as she was circled by the women in the hut. When two of them took her arms and headed for the door, her tummy did a back flip. Surely, they weren't going to take her outside now? Her crotch was barely covered by the loincloth and her pasty white buttocks were almost totally exposed. The remainder of her body had no covering whatsoever.

Amy had always been proud of her pert C cup breasts, riding high and firm on her chest. Her boyfriends, and several of her girlfriends had certainly enjoyed fondling them, and on the rare occasion when she had gone bra-less, they had attracted their fair share of attention from both sexes. That said, she was not at all comfortable leaving the hut with her chest completely exposed to the entire village, particularly when she knew that their untanned whiteness gave them so much more emphasis. But, comfortable or not, that's exactly what was happening.

It was late afternoon when the women led her from the hut, most of the village was there to witness her transformation. Much to her chagrin, Doyle was there with a camera. As she walked along the line of onlookers, she saw that all eyes were glued to her. Everyone was inspecting her, Doyle taking photo after photo and several minutes of video. She had never felt so exposed, never so humiliated.

When she reached the end of the "receiving line", she was standing in front of the Chief, who was seated on a large bench, wearing lion fur and some kind of headdress and holding a spear. As she stood there, shivering despite the warm temperature, the Chief rose and circled around her. His eyes devoured every inch of her from all angles. Turning to face her, he lifted his head and spoke, his strong deep voice carrying to every corner of the compound.

Amy did not understand a word that was spoken, but understood that the words were about her. They did not sound at all menacing, and so she began to relax slightly as he continued to speak. When he finished, the entire village erupted in cheers and whoops of joy. Amy looked quizzically at Doyle who was standing beside the guide talking in hushed tones. He simply smiled broadly and nodded his head.

The Chief returned to his seat and another, smaller chair was placed next to his. Amy was guided to that chair and a table was laid in front of the couple. Soon, a large fire was blazing and the villagers were dancing and singing with gusto. The table was soon covered in food and once again, by repeated gestures, the Chief encouraged Amy to eat. The beer began to flow again as well. Afraid of insulting her host, Amy found herself overeating once again. She could feel each delicious morsel of food stretching and distending her stomach.

Finally, as the meal was coming to an end, a man in a mask and cape approached the couple holding a large cup. At first Amy thought it was more beer, but when he got close, it looked and smelled completely different than what they had been drinking. Served first, the Chief drank about half of the cup, followed by Amy who drank the other half. When she had swallowed the last bit, the masked man whooped and ran to dance wildly about the fire. Once again, the entire village erupted in cheers.

It was only a few minutes before Amy began to feel strange. She was hot and cold all at the same time. Every nerve in her body seemed alive and over sensitive. She began to feel an unexpected attraction to the strong commanding figure of the Chief. She wanted to get closer to him. Wanted to touch him. With a sudden jolt, she realized that she wanted him to make love to her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, was the sense that she had felt like this before.

Of course. When one of her friends had convinced her to take some E before going to a rave. She'd had the same strange feelings. The same feeling of attraction and need to be physically close to someone. That night had been the first time she had made love to a woman. As she remembered the experience, she began to feel more and more aroused, so when the Chief stood and took her hand, she did not resist as he led her to his hut.

Amy had made love with several men in her life. She would not classify herself as having a wide experience, but she was certainly not a virgin. She certainly had never been with a man so large and strong as the chief. He struck an imposing figure as he stood in the moonlight and removed his ceremonial garb. His broad shoulders and deep hairless chest were well muscled. His flat stomach tapered to slim hips which were supported by two thick strong legs.

The sight of his strong virile body was making Amy wet with desire. Whatever it was they had drunk was having a strong effect on the young blonde, and she wanted this man. Wanted him very badly. When he pushed his loincloth down, Amy almost swooned at the sight of his member. It was easily twice as big as any man she had ever seen before, and it was still only half hard.

The Chief moved toward her, pressed his body to hers and started to grope her breasts and ass. It was not as gentle as she would have liked, but it was still very arousing. When he leaned down to kiss her, he instantly pushed his tongue between her lips. She could feel his hardness pressing against her full belly as he continued to embrace and grope her. She made no effort to stop him when he pulled her loincloth down her legs and pushed her back onto the sleeping platform.

She had never been as ready as she was at that moment. Her entire abdomen felt like it was melting and her pussy was literally running with her juices. Then the Chief pressed his rigid cock into her. As wet as she was, it still took several short strokes before he was slick enough to press all the way in. It felt like she was being impaled on a telephone pole.

Every part of her young pussy was being stretched and moved. Still so full from the huge meal they had eaten, her distended belly pressed on her organs from within as her lover attacked from without, resulting in a wonderful amalgam of pleasure and pain. The entire experience was so foreign, so new, that it drove the young co-ed to heights of arousal she had never before experienced.

She could feel that her labia were stretched wide, every millimeter being stimulated by some part of his enormous dick. Her clit was extended and pulled down into constant contact with his rod as it slowly slid in and out. She was in ecstasy, her body responding with a mind of it's own. Within a short few minutes, she reached her peak and groaned loudly as she came. At the sound and feel of her orgasm, the Chief looked down at her and smiled, but he never slowed his pumping.

It didn't take long for Amy to cum a second time, and then a third. By now she had lost all sense of self control. Her orgasms were rolling over her in waves, one after the other. She was almost delirious by the time she heard his groan and felt his whole body go rigid. The force and volume of his semen, felt like she was being douched. She could feel each strong jet plaster her cervix as he grunted above her. There was no room inside her to hold such a voluminous load and she felt it gushing out past his pulsing member onto the bedclothes.