Akuba, King of the jungle

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It was early in the morning and the jungle started to live its own life. Sun was high on the sky, hardly visible through the green trees. A cool breeze could have been felt in the air, birds heard all around.

Akuba was a chief of the local African tribe. He was black, he was tall and he was proud to gather some men and women in the village. They lived together, men were mostly hunters, women gathered leaves and herbs. Akuba was wearing leather, he had a stick made of bamboo. He also painted his body and face with white stripes.

The tribe was about to gather around the campfire for a meal, when they suddenly heard some loud and strange voices. As they rushed towards the voices, they saw a group of tribe's hunters carrying a strange being. It was a white woman, tied up. Her hands and legs were tied to a thick bamboo stick, which the hunters carried.

"Me find white woman near the river." one of the hunters reported to Akuba.

OOC: Feel free to take the role of the woman and/or the roles of the other kidnapped people (perhaps), maybe also female tribe members and male hunters.
 
Penelope Wright

Penelope was scared to death. She had been separated from the safari group, when she followed a family of chimpanzees deeper into the woods hoping to get a picture of the babies. Suddenly without any warning she had been surrounded by African natives. At first she hadn't been frightened, the people they had met in the villages in the grasslands had been very friendly. But these men had pushed her to the ground, broken her camera and then trussed her up as if she was some kind of antelope. They had carried her for at least an hour deeper into the jungle. Now her tour group would never find her.

When they dropped her on the ground, she shook her light brown hair out of her face. It had been in a tidy braid when she set out that morning but now it was all tangled with brush and leaves. She looked up through her emerald eyes and shivered when she saw the faces of the people looking down at her. They were definitely not friendly.

She wondered if they spoke English. Feeling a little like Tarzan's Jane she said softly,"Please I don't mean any harm. I was just taking a picture of one of the animals in the trees. I am sorry if I did something wrong."

She hoped speaking softly, apologetically would help them lose their grim visages.
 
"Haha" Akuba laughed with a tubular laugh and clapped his legs. "This good." he told the hunters. His leather outfit was hardly covering his waiste and a bit of his rather big stomach. There was already a large gathering around the white lady, so he walked there slowly and looked at her. She spoke with a soft yet frightened voice.

"Haha" he laughed again, this time in responce to the lady's words. He first touched her with a tip of his leather boot, then knelt and examined her clothes. They were new to him, he noticed that the other members of the tribe were touching and examining her as well. Akuba touched her hair, so different from the hair of his people, her face, her breasts, here he pushed a little to test how soft they are. Finally, he opened her mouth, looked at her teeth. Then he stood up.

"Good" he said. He turned to the lady, while the other hunters seemed focused on touching her, so surprised to see someone so different. "Huh? You say what?"
 
Penelope

Penelope was frightened but she was beginning to get mad. She could understand their desire to explore her khaki safari clothes but when the big one poked her in the breast, it hurt.

"Ow, don't do that," she cried indignantly, squirming on the ground.

"You'd think they would at least untie me," she thought. When the big one pushed open her mouth to look at her teeth, she had had enough.

"STOP THAT!" she shouted, hoping it was in a commanding tone. When the big one said,"Huh?. She repeated her message in a firm tone, as she would a two year old about to do something wrong. "STOP TOUCHING ME THAT WAY."

The big one was startled at first and then he started to laugh.

"Hmmph," thought Penny, "Poor manners, I'd say."
 
"STOP TOUCHING ME!" the lady cried out and suddenly all the hunters touching her, froze in a reaction to her tone and got back a little. Akuba looked at her, his face serious and curious. Well, if the lady wanted to attract attention, she surely did that.

There was a silence for a moment, a long silver silence. Then Akuba burst out with laughter. After a moment other hunters started laughing as well. He said something in African native language, something she didn't understand. Then he came closer "You temper girl, eh? Me like temper girls, like much, see how much." and he took up his leather outfit to reveal a rather large black cock, which was flubby for now. There were gossips about the size of black cocks, but obviously the leader of the native tribe was blessed by mother nature. He laughed some more with his tubual laugh and spoke again "I not know it in English, how say what you do with it?"

Some of the villagers started playing strange looking pipes.
 
Penelope

"Urinate," said Penny, purposely misunderstanding. "You urinate with your penis."

She was getting very tired of being on the ground, trussed up and unable to move. "Would you mind untying me so I can stand up, please? It is obvious that I am not a threat to you or your people."

Somehow she felt that she would feel more in control of the situation if she wasn't at ankle level with the man that she now figured was either the chief or shaman or whatever they labeled those positions in this tribe.
 
"Huh?" the big chief looked at her with confusion and scratched his head, then scratched his hairy chest. Finally he seemed to understand

"Hahaha" his tubular laugh filled the air, he took his leather outfit up even more, grabbed his "jewels" and stood just above teh lady. After a moment a yellow stream of liquid poured down onto her. Akuba obviously understood what urinate meant.

"You demanding, ah? What say you if we eat you, we very hungry today. We untie you when you fry, yes?" and he touched his belly and licked his lips.
 
Penelope was shocked when the oaf urinated on her.

"Would you do that to your own women?"

When he wanted to know if they should eat her, she decided the man was insane.

"Humans don't taste good. If you are hungry why not gather some fruit?


Penelope shook her head, she couldn't figure out how this fool had become chief of the tribe. She wondered if there had been a lot of inbreeding going on.

The stench from the urine was growing as the sun beat down on her body. Penny was tired, dirty, frustrated and angry. She would have cried if she thought it would help.
 
"Huh? You so smart, lady, huh?" he scratched his arm "Why you demand, we control and you slave now, watch you speak." his face turned grim a little "White people bad, we suffer. Why not you suffer now, huh?"

He made another pause, thinking. Or maybe he wasn't thinking, but he just froze for the moment. Then he gestured to his men and showed the camp and spoke something in the native language. Few of the hunters grabbed the bamboo stick and carried it, together with Penelope to the centre of the camp. They threw her onto the ground. There were a couple of huts nearby, some women sitting and chanting. Akuba called one of them and talked to her. She nodded and ran away, then came back.

In the mean time, the chief of the tribe took out a curvy knive and walked towards Penelope. He knelt behinf her, and reached towards her with the blade. He didn't know if she was scared, but he didn't care. Yet Akuba didn't hurt her, instead, he cut off the rope and untied her. "You go with Bubba, she wash you, so you no stink, she make you nice also, then you go to my hut and I screw you." He turned his back to her and gestured towards the woman, instructing her in the native language. He scratched his "jewels", showing part of his fat ass.
 
Penelope was relieved to be released. Standing up she followed the other woman, all the while trying to think of way to escape. She had no desire to be raped by this man.
 
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