Date: Mon, 12 Jan 2009 10:27:14 -0800 (PST)
From: Wendi St. Clair <missparsiphone@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Perfect Victim Part 2

If you are offended by gender-bending adventures, or perhaps squeamish
about non-consensual sex, maybe this isn't for you.  Turn back now.  If you
are under eighteen years old.  Have patience, you will be old enough to
look at all of this all too soon.  If you are a kindred spirit, pull up a
chair, my lords and ladies who love lady boys, and I will light up some
scented candles and very respectfully tell you a story.

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The Perfect Victim Part 2

A story by Wendi Marie St. Clair

4.

Mara awoke alone in the small meadow.  The men were up and moving around.
They all had recovered their clothes.  Mostly, they wore loose clothing
correct for the climate.  They all wore a ring on their fingers where a
wedding ring would go.  It was a golden snake wrapped around the fingers
with small sapphires for eyes set into the head.  Mara came to her knees
and stretched a feline stretch, displaying her breasts and butt to full
advantage.  It was a gesture not lost on any of the males.

Mara realized just how good she felt.  She felt full of life.  She could
just explode in song, or run through the jungle in joy.  She was completely
revitalized by the nourishing semen the men had given to her abundantly.
She could taste them in her mouth still.

"We have to go, now, Mara," Santiago said, "We will go back to the boat and
see what the Dhamballa has to tell us."

"Yes, sir," Mara replied, rising to her feet.  She gave him a look that
said she knew exactly what one of Dhamballa's commands would be.

She walked around the glen, looking for the shorts she discarded before
meeting with her new fate.  She was sure they would not fit any more.  They
were not where they were left.

"Has anyone seen my shorts?" she asked the men.

"Dhamballa has provided you with clothing himself," Ras replied.  "he
proffered the items.  They were not practical jungle wear, to say the
least.  There was a pair of lacy-top stay-up thigh high hose with a seam in
the back and a Cuban heel.  There was also a pair of Demonia boots.  They
were go-go boot length with a thick stack heel.  There were straps that
closed the boots all the way up with silver buckles.

"Where is the rest of it, Ras?" she asked.

The men all shared a leering snicker.  Ras grinned, "This is all that was
provided."

"Submit" was spoken into her mind again.  She sat her tush back on the soft
grass and pulled the silk stockings up her legs.  She coyly turned to show
her rear to Memucan, who seemed to have the hardest time with her charms.
"Are my seams straight?" she asked him.

He became red, "They are fine," he said.

She put on the great boots.  They fit like they had been made for her.  The
stockings came up high on her thighs, about two inches from the junction of
her smooth legs.  She loved the way they felt, she just wished she had more
to her outfit.  She walked in them and found that she walked in them
easily.  It was another of Dhamballa's blessings.  She liked the way the
four inch heels shaped her calves and made her buttocks all the more tight.
She had to take short steps and the motion caused her cute ass to wiggle
just so.  She realized that the trip back to the boat would take
considerably longer that the trip here had.

They all embarked, making Mara walk ahead of them.  "To make sure we can
see you to protect you," Ras said.

She knew better.  She felt the feverish stares at her new body.  It raised
the new ache of desire in her abdomen, her fresh, virgin ass itching for
that sweet pain again already.  She tried to be seductive, with resounding
success, judging by the swollen pants of the men she occasionally took coy
glances at over her shoulder.  She enjoyed swaying her hips as she slowly
walked before the boys.  She took one foot and placed it right in front of
the other as she took her small steps dictated by the four inch heels.  She
swayed like a cat in front of them.  The lace tops of the stockings framed
her ass well and the boots trained her to be vigilant in the form of her
steps.  She thought it would be very difficult to walk this long jungle
path in her current dress, but she found it was a unique sensual pleasure
in and of itself.

The jungle was at a sultry temperature, but after putting a sheen of sweat
on her that caused her body to glisten, it didn't affect her any further.
She was beginning to see how Dhambala had equipped her to endure and submit
in some crazy situations.  She had been able to keep her attractive
composure while walking nearly naked through a long jungle trek.  She did
notice that she was becoming somewhat hungry and thirsty.

She kept up her teasing as she turned to ask the men, "Isn't it time for a
little break?"

"No, just a little further," Ras replied.

Mara caught the eye of Memucan.  He looked literally like he had a fever.
Sweat was pouring from him.  He looked as if he was about to faint.  He
took off his shirt to show a glistening, sculpted chest.  He was staring at
her ass.  The look of pure desire in his eyes made Mara's heart leap and
race.

"Are you sure you don't want to stop for just a little bit?" Mara asked in
a pleading, teasing voice.  She shook her ass a little for Memucan.

That was all it took.  Memucan met Mara's eyes with his crazed, fierce ones
and broke into a run after her.

Mara squealed and began to flee down the path.

"Memucan!" Santiago called, and then the other men started to trail after
them.

Mara fled in real fear, but she loved the chase.  She didn't know she had
the ability to run in those unreasonable heels.  She was pretty fast,
actually, causing Memucan to have to really work to keep her in sight.  She
loved the coursing adrenaline as she fled; both dreading and anticipating
the punishment Memucan would deal her when she was caught.

She could hear the other men farther behind.  It made her feel like a fox
being pursued by a pack of very sexy dogs.

Memucan was right behind her as they reached another sunny clearing with
soft grass.  Memucan leapt at her as he drew close and caught her ankle.
She tripped and fell to the grassy ground.  Memucan had caught her and his
wrath would be fierce.  He straddled her body and used his belt to bind her
hands around her back.

"You are in trouble, little vixen." He said.

He put her on her knees so that she was face-to-face with his large
phallus.  She opened to receive him, but he grabbed her jaw and started
slapping her face with his penis.  He did it again and again on both sides
of her face until it started to really hurt.

"Ouch!  I'm sorry, Memucan.  I'll be good." She pleaded.

"You had best be very good, little one," he said.  He then thrust his cock
all the way in to her gullet.  The heave and gag was immediate.  He pumped
her throat through groans and gags all the while.

"You should not flee from your masters, bad girl," he said.  "Now you will
make amends."

With that, Memucan turned her around and forced her head to the ground.
She was on her knees, so her ass was now the highest point on her
body. Memucan had unrestricted access.  The only lubrication was her
spittle.  He rammed himself into her renewed ass with no consideration for
her comfort.  He put his foot on her head and held her down as he went to
work.  She shrieked as the massive invader tore into her tortured
sphincter.  The other men shouted encouragement.  Memucan immediately
started a frenzied ass pumping as his dick conquered her ass's futile
attempts to resist him.

Santiago stepped up to the rutting couple.  "You two should remember that
you are not alone.  Memucan, we gave chase also.  You must share with us."

Mara didn't expect to be "entertaining" everyone.  Upon reflection, she
realized she should've.  She knew she didn't have a choice in the matter.
She had teased them all and they were going to collect on her infraction.

Memucan took his foot off of her head and allowed Santiago to reach down
and pick up Mara's face.  She was still screaming at the damage Memucan was
doing to her other end.  Santiago had already taken his shorts off so his
raging erection was in her face.  Santiago stuck his dick into her crying
mouth, muffling her.  He pushed it all the way down until his balls were
against her chin and left it there.  It completely silenced her.  The only
sounds in the peaceful glen for most of a minute were the slick sounds of a
large Babylonian dick pounding into and out of a fine American ass.

She held herself in check as her throat stretched around Santiago for as
long as possible, but she couldn't breathe.  She thought to take a gulp of
air before Santiago drove it home, but it was almost used up.  She finally
gagged around his cock. The gagging was very hard; a heave that came from
the stomach.  The men again reveled at the sound of her distress.  They
thrived off of giving Mara a hard time with their hard dicks.

Memucan pounded away.  The natural lubricity in Mara's ass had started
flowing freely.  He watched the tight ring stretch around his monster cock
as it was skewered again and again.  She was rolling her hips now like she
was beginning to enjoy the attention that had had her screaming before
Santiago put an end to her noise making all together.  Her exquisite ass
was spasming nicely around his rod as she gagged on Santiago.

Santiago withdrew from Mara's mouth.  His cock pulled out a long tendril of
the drool that is stirred up.  Tears were streaming down the victim's eyes.
Damien was ready to take his place.  Mara had just enough time to gulp air
as Damien grabbed her by the hair.  His cock went down the hatch.

Mara's body was vibrating from the anal assault coming from Memucan.  His
muscular thighs slapping into her booty was loud as he slammed it home
countless times.  She couldn't believe the euphoria she was experiencing
while she was basically getting gang raped in the jungle – again.  She
loved giving herself to these men. She was able to ride their anger and
aggression and transmute it into pure pleasure.

Memucan slammed away, stoking Mara's fire, as Damien and Santiago took
turns occupying her throat.  Mara stroked the cock of the other whole her
holes were occupied.  She absolutely loved the attention.  Memucan seemed
like he was on the home stretch, his rhythm was beginning to falter.

"Out of the way, my friends," he said to the other two men.

He roughly withdrew from Mara's ass with a pop, then came around to her
front.  She was repulsed by what she was required to do, but she obeyed and
opened her mouth for Memucan's slimy appendage.  He slammed it all the way
down her throat again and shot his copious cream straight into her stomach,
denying her a taste of his pride.  He shouted his triumph to the skies.
Mara gagged around Memucan's manhood.  She could feel by the flexing of the
huge shaft that she was being filled with man cream.  She didn't even get a
taste.  That was no way to treat a lady.  After Memucan finished, she saw
the other two men just as ready as before.  Damien stepped up and started
pumping her opened throat with gusto.  The slick, smacking sounds were
constant as her mouth was alternated between Santiago and Damien.  They had
told her to grab her heels with her hands.  She was on her knees before
them and they were controlling all the action as they grabbed her hair one
after the other, feeding her dick.

It wasn't long before Damien's cock swelled just a little more and he broke
his face-fucking rhythm.  He then followed Memucan's example, impaling her
lips furiously on his straining shaft, shooting his load straight down her
throat.  She felt his cock squirt four good blobs of sweet manliness into
her belly without touching her tongue.  He twitched inside her throat for
another half-minute as he learned how to breathe again.  Mara had
experienced a great orgasm also.  It seemed like she would have a big "O"
every time her men did.  She could not, however, relearn how to breathe, as
she was denied the opportunity to breathe at all by Damien's weapon.

Finally, he pulled out with another gag from Mara, only to be replaced by
Santiago.  Santiago grabbed the back of her head and her jaw and
mercilessly worked his dick around her spasming throat.  He reveled in the
power she was giving to him, passively submitting to every base act they
could thing up for her.

He was on the home stretch as well.  Mara could feel his seed coming as
another area became aroused.  Somehow she knew they would not access her
ass this time, but there would be plenty other times when her ass would be
gaping by then.  With a yell, Santiago let loose a flood like the others.
Straight down the throat. She really wanted to taste, but it was not to be.

Santiago withdrew from her pretty face.  "Stand up," he said.  Malosi was
holding something in his hands, as well as Ras.

"Dhambala has sent a sign.  We are to move on.  The rest of us will be
satisfied at camp.  It is not far."

Ras proffered a black lace boyshort that had been provided.  She slipped
them on as she felt her abused ass reforming back to it's original
tightness.  Ras also had a pair of short shorts mad out of rip-stop nylon
like army pants, except they stopped two inches from the top with a very
revealing cut.  She slipped them on as well.  Malosi had a black athletic
bra with spaghetti straps and an olive drab hair scrunchy for her.  She put
on the bra and reveled at the secure feeling, now that her "C" cups were
now under better control.  She put her hair up in a quick ponytail,
surprising herself again that she knew how to do it already.

They embarked again and progress was slow, as Mara still had to deal with
the fabulous Demonia boots in the jungle still.  She was just happy that
they were on a nice, clear path.  She remembered almost none of the sprint
to the falls last night, but she must have really been moving quickly.

They finally arrived at the camp to find the tent and hammocks in the same
places just how they left them, but the fishing boat was another matter.
In place of a small wooden boat was a XXXXX Yacht.  There was another boat
tied to it.  It was a Ranger flats boat ready to fish.  She started to see
exactly what Dhamballa meant when he promised to take care of her well.

The men were awestruck.  Ras gazed at Mara in disbelief.  "There have been
others like you, and we have served them through the ages, but none have
been as blessed as you have."

Mara did not grasp some of what he said, but in her irreverent way, she had
to break the solemn mood by asking, "Do you think it has a shower?"

To be Continued......