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 African Spears (MMMMMfff, advent, inter.  nc)

   This work is intended for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY.  Please do
not read if you are twenty-one years old.

   AFRICAN SPEARS

   The trip to Africa had been truly amazing for Jodi Hayes and Melissa
O'Bannon.  Just a couple of years before the two friends had attended
classes together at the University of Georgia and had shared an interest
and a talent for wildlife photography.  The two had taken a photo-taking
vacation each of the past summers, one to Montana and one to the
Everglades. This trip, financed largely by Melissa's new boyfriend far
surpassed the other trips.  The wild life was abundant, scenery unsurpassed
and "Besides" Jodi stated "We look cute in these safari outfits."

   That, they did indeed, they were two extremely pretty girls.  The first
thing you would notice about Jodi was her size, The girl was tiny, a
gymnast when in college, she was only 4'10".  She had a firm tanned body
with muscular legs, smallish upturned breasts, french braided golden blonde
hair and large green eyes.  As they arose for coffee that morning, Jodi
wore a pair of rolled up khaki shorts and a green Banana Republic t-shirt.
White socks and short hiking boots completed the "safari look."

   Melissa was a blue-eyed red head, flashier than Jodi.  Melissa stood
about 5'5" and had a fair complexion ( now sporting colonies of freckles)
and a stunning figure.  She was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a
buttoned up safari style shirt.  Due to the heat-she and Jodi both had soon
dispensed with wearing bras and Melissa's heavy tit flesh strained at the
material of her shirt.

   They were camped on the on the Savannah near edge of a river and some
dense rainforest.  Jeff Spencer, Melissa's current beau was a very
successful attorney in Atlanta and a self-proclaimed expert on everything.
Today he was in a particularly foul mood.  His native guide had warned him
about going any farther near the jungle areas.

   "Bad peoples live there, people go, in not come out." the battered guide
had said.

   "Bullshit!" he spat, "look buddy I've been saddled with Melissa and her
little friend for a week while they take pictures!  We may as well as went
to Myrtle Beach for all the action I've seen.  I want to do some hunting in
the wild!  THIS-(indicating the river and treeline) is the wild.

   "Yes, Mister Jeff, ...but ...but.."

   "But Nothing," I'm spending a shit load of money on this trip and I want
some ME time." He picked up his new 3030 Remington rifle.  "I can take care
of things any way" He stood up.  "NOW--get your skinny ass in gear"

   "What about the Missies?" the guide asked.

   "Shit!" they can take care of themselves---"Look around, there's nothing
here, Nobody!!  No 'bad peoples." He chuckled to himself.

   "But if it makes you feel better I'll tell the girls to keep a gun handy
and stay here and fix lunch or something"

   "That would be better Mr.  Jeff" he said, a little relieved.

   "OK go get the stuff, I'll tell them not to wander off."

   Thinking to himself 'this guy is full of shit, he just wants a bigger
tip' , Jeff decided not to scare the girls too bad.

   Hey girls and I know you won't like this.  I am going to go do a little
shooting with Malcolm.  He says he doesn't know the interior so don't go
over there.  You can take your little pictures out here and rustle up some
lunch."

   Melissa tipped down here Revo sunglasses.  She did not want to fight but
hated being condescended.  "OK, honey - see if you can find a vacuum
cleaner and we'll clean house when you get back."

   "No ya'll just go have fun, Jeff.  We'll be all right." Jodi the
peacemaker chimed in.

   "Whatever" he shrugged.  He wasn't sure about Jodi.  Sweet, too sweet.
She was teaching school back home in Waycross.  She was engaged to her
hometown sweetheart.  She was according to Melissa, still a virgin.  "Damn
pity, I'd like to give that little bod a 'twirl'.  Saving it for some Clem
Cadiddlehopper from south Georgia."

   "I'll be back in three or four hours", he turned and walked away
shouldering his new rifle.

   As he walked away, Melissa stood up, shook her short red hair and said,
"Get your cameras, let's go see what's over there, in the 'deep dark
jungle'.

   "Do you really think we should ?" Jodi said.

   "Sure, Jeff's just trying to play great white hunter and act like
there's danger around.  "

   Five minutes after Jeff and Malcolm headed out of the camp in an
easterly direction, Jodi and Melissa were headed west, festooned with
cameras and canteens.

   Where the treeline and the stream met the savannah, it was almost like
walking into another world.  The girls were sweating from the mile hike
through the morning heat and the shade offered by the trees was quite
welcome.

   "Damn that sun gets warm early"., offered Melissa

   "No kidding," Jodi opened a pop top plastic canteen and took a long
drink of the water they had carried in with them.

   "Crack!  -- Crack!  Crack!  Sporadic rifle fire could be heard in the
distance.  Melissa looked at Jodi with a little disdain.

   "The mighty hunter must have scared up some game." The firing continued
for a while and then died out.  "Oh well some poor animal for the den wall
I guess."

   "Oh he's sweet" offered Jodi.

   "He's an asshole a lot of the time." opined Melissa.  "But he's a good
looking asshole, and he's great in bed."

   Jodi blushed.  "Oh Melissa, you're awful."

   "What about you and Sam?  Still holding out?" Melissa asked.  "You
trying to be the worlds oldest virgin?"

   Jodi smiled.  This was old territory for the two.  "Hey he's willing to
wait now.  Besides," she said blushing even redder, " you don't have to
screw to have fun."

   "OOOhooo!  still just jacking him off or have you started giving that
poor boy some head?" Melissa knew this would embarrass Jodi and was a form
of kidding between the two.





   The girls wandered about for two hours in the haunting half-light of the
jungle area.  The girls heard rustling ahead in the trees.  "Get your
camera ready!" This sounds like something big." Both girls clicked
furiously as crashing through the underbrush came....

   Another woman, dressed (more realistically) in bush attire came to a
screeching halt three paces in front of them. In an accent Jodi and Melissa
recognized as Australian the tanned athletic brunette with short cropped
hair under a khaki baseballe cap roared at them.

   "What in the Hell are you two doing here.  There's a war party of
Bunwari not a half mile back raising ten kinds of shit.  COME ON YOU'VE GOT
TO GET OUT OF HERE"

   "Bun-Who?  My boyfriend's over there!" Melissa pointed out.

   "Well he's in deep shit then and so are we if we don't get a move on. 
Have you got a jeep?"

   "WHO ARE YOU?" a shaken Jodi sputtered as she gathered her small
mountain photographic equipment.

   "Diana Stewart I'm an anthropologist on study here.  We ran into one of
the tribes here that's an offshoot of the Zulu.  Been here for 150 years
ever since the Mfecane.  They've revolted against the idea of settlers and
TOURISTS encroaching on their territory.  One of the indunas that's a minor
chief, has shown a hankering for some white arse, namely mine.  They are
NOT tame like the tribes you've seen.  NOW!  COME ON or you're on your
own."

   "We've got a Land Rover back at camp" Jodi said

   "We've got a chance then.  Let's go!" Diana said, over her shoulder.

   "But what about Jeff?" Melissa panted, already starting to run back
towards camp."

   "He's a lot better off than we'll be if they catch us, believe me.  I've
seen the way they look at me."

   "Oh God this is terrible." Jodi moaned

   The tree girls ran on through the brush at a rapid rate.  All three
breathing hard, yet not daring to stop.  Jodi and Melissa's thoughts ran
wildly at the idea they were actually being pursued by some group of
unseen, unknown, savage warriors.

   They ran until for no apparent reason Diana tripped and went sprawling.
The other two girls stooped to help and as they came to their feet and
looked up their way was barred by five extremely tall and nearly naked
warriors armed with assegais and shields.  From behind they could hear the
bush parting with the sounds of the party that had been pursuing Diana.

   "Shit!" Diana cursed.  Within seconds they were surrounded by fifteen of
he Bunwari warriors.  They parted and through the midst of the war party
strode a giant of warrior, nearly six foot six and seemingly chiseled of
rock.

   "Ah Diana!" he said in heavily accented English, "Quite rude of you to
leave without permission of my father.  But, such pretty friends, VERY
pretty friends!" The cruel smile still on his lips he began rapidly
speaking in the Bunwari dialect.  The ring of warriors closed tighter
around the three captives.

   "Hey look Mister" Jodi said, "we were just taking pictures."

   "MY NAME IS CHAGA!" Again a spate of Bunwari.  The warriors laughed and
leered at what ever it was.

   "What's that?" Melissa asked.

   "He says to take off our shoes and our shirts.  That way we won't run
away so fast."

   "He's got to be kidding!" Jodi put in

   "NO I AM NOT KIDDING!  Little missy.  NOW!  Take off your shirt and
shoes or my warriors will do it."

   Jodi and Melissa began unlacing their hiking boots while Diana,
seemingly unafraid undid the buttons of her frayed khaki shirt.  She had
small A cup breasts and the lean body and muscular legs of a triathlete,
which at home in Australia was one her many interests.

   "Take your shirts off" Diana whispered.  "Do what they ask and we may
have a chance to make it out of here alive."

   Jodi blushed deeply as she pulled her t-shirt over her head revealing
her upturned breasts with soft pink nipples.  Looking around she caught the
stares of the warriors and crossed her arms over her girlish tits.

   As Melissa opened up her shirt a low murmer passed among the Bunwari. 
Her pink nippled breasts jiggled as she dropped the shirt, a sea of
freckles in the cleavage.

   His eyes looked over the three prizes he would take back to camp.

   Leather straps were brought out of a bag on one of the native's hips and
their wrists were bound.  Then with a prick of his assegai into Diana's
tight backside he shouted "NOW RUN!"

   The group set off at a dog trot down the path.  Each girl could only
imagine what lay ahead.  Chaga looked back at each girl, watching how the
different breasts and flesh jiggled as they ran.

   "YES!" he thought, "Back to father, back to the village!"