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Alyssa Milano: Lost in the Amazon forest
Alyssa Milano was a graduate student, majoring in archaeology. This was her first real break; actually going to Brazil to study Inca ruins at the base of the Amazon basin! This trip would be the basis for her thesis, and she was sure that it would give her a good enough grade to get her into the Ph.D. program at Harvard. The boat trip up the wide river, with impassable jungle to either side, was too long. She wanted to get to the ruins right away!
She woke up, not knowing where she was. Something was wrong. This wasn't her cabin! She was outside somewhere, in the jungle. There was no sign of Captain Katanga or the crew. She tried to sit up, but discovered that her arms and feet were bound. She could only lie on the spongy ground, waiting to find out what had happened to her, or what would happen to her. She looked around her. She was in a crude hut of mud, with a roof of woven leaves. The only door was covered with a crude woolen blanket, but it was unmistakenly from one of the cities towards the coast. At least somebody traded with these people. Maybe one of them would speak English.
Then the blanket was brushed aside, and in walked Captain Katanga, with a wide grin on his face. "Captain! Am I glad to see you. Untie me, quick!" Alyssa said. "Not so fast, my little American friend," Katanga said. "How do you think you got here in the first place? I am here to say farewell, not to rescue you." "Farewell? What do you mean?" "Well, my little American, I am sure that you have no idea of how valuable someone like you is here. The natives have paid me well for a fine, healthy girl such as yourself," Katanga said with a grin. "Paid me well indeed." "Wait! I'll pay you twice what they did, just get me out of here!" Alyssa pleaded. "Ha! You do not have that much money, my little American. The artwork these superstitious natives gave me for you is worth millions of American dollars. And besides," Katanga said as he headed for the door. "If I were to help you escape, I would never make it out of here alive. Farewell, my little American friend!" "Katanga!!! You can't do this!!! Help me!!!" But it was too late. The slimy riverboat captain was gone. Alyssa moaned. She had heard stories, read reports, of the natives of the deep Amazon basin. She would most likely be killed, a sacrifice to one of their gods. She began to sob.
After a few minutes, Alyssa was startled to see a white girl enter the hut. She was about Alyssa 's age, and was dressed in a very revealing garment of woven moss. Alyssa was brunette, tanned, and very well endowed. This other girl was almost the opposite; blond, pale (but not sickly), and also with very large breasts. The girl carried a spear. She knelt down and hefted Alyssa up as if she were a sack of potatoes, and none of Alyssa 's thrashings could free her. The white girl carried her through the native village. Alyssa was astonished to see dozens of other white girls, some blond, some brunette, some even with red hair, all incredibly beautiful, gathering around her as she was being carried to the center of the village. There were no men to be seen, Alyssa noticed.
The brunette who had been carrying Alyssa placed her on a stone slab, open to the sky. Her wrists were brought up over her head and secured by a hole that had been carved through the stone slab, and her ankles were similarly tied. The native women gathered around her, waving their spears in the air and chanting in some language that Alyssa couldn't identify. They began to stare up at the sky as they chanted and danced around her, and Alyssa began to understand that she was to be the main course in a feast in the honor of their gods. She began to cry again. Then another woman walked through the crowd that surrounded her. Torches were lit, as the sun was going down, and the shadows from the flickering light danced across the faces and volutptuous bodies of the Amazons that held her prisoner. Damn Katanga and his greedy soul anyway! If Alyssa ever got out of this...
The woman came over to the stone altar that held Alyssa bound and helpless. Alyssa gasped. She was the most beautiful woman Alyssa had ever seen! Dark haired, with long legs and a beautiful large shallow bellybutton, Alyssa almost forgot her predicament in her wonder. The woman wore a ceremonial heddress with great plumes on it, and held a wand with more feathers in her hand. At least, Alyssa thought, she didn't have a knife. The woman shouted a single word in the strange tounge and all was quiet. The Amazons surrounding the altar stopped their dancing and stared at Alyssa. The priestess of the Amazons stared up at the sky and spoke some sort of invocation to their gods, which was repeated at regular intervals by the assembled women. When she finished, she stepped back and shouted a single word, pointing at Alyssa 's bound form, stretched across the stone altar. With a shriek, the Amazons fell to her, tearing off her clothes with wild abandon. Alyssa cried hysterically as everything she wore was torn from her body, from her kerchief to her hiking boots. When the priestess called the Amazons off of Alyssa, she was totally naked. Her wrists and ankles were still cruelly and cunningly bound, however, and Alyssa could not move save for wriggling helplessly.
The priestess again came over to her, bearing the feathered wand in her hand. Alyssa wondered how the end would come, for surely it was coming soon. The priestess again shouted a litany at the sky, and again the Amazons howled and shrieked with joyous faith. The Amazon priestess then once again silenced the crowd. She made a circle over Alyssa with the wand, and then, to Alyssa 's astonishment, brought the feathers of the wand down across her stomach. Despite herself and her terror, Alyssa began to giggle. This made the assembled throng scream with glee. They seemed to want her to laugh! Whether they wanted her to or not, Alyssa was laughing, and couldn't help herself. The priestess smiled. Sympathetically, it seemed to Alyssa. Whether or not she felt sympathetic, the priestess kept up the infernal tickling. The feathers on the ceremonial wand kept gliding across her tummy, always just skirting the edges of her large outie bellybutton. Alyssa 's laughter became harder and harder, and she began to squirm more and more in her bonds. Nothing she did had any effect. The tickling went on.
Alyssa 's stomach muscles were stretched taut as she vainly tried to keep in her hysteria. Even holding her breath did no good, as the laughter seemed to bubble forth from her lips. It seemed as if Alyssa was going to die laughing. Her lungs and stomach ached from laughing so hard. And still the torture went on. The feathers made their way across Alyssa 's stomach, and she began to buck up and down, as much as her bonds allowed, as the priestess tickled her in the soft spot right below her ribs. It was maddening! The priestess then reached over and began to torment the other side, not giving Alyssa any time to catch her breath. Alyssa wasn't laughing any more; she didn't have the breath to. All she could do was silently sob with her mouth open as the feathers went on and on tickling her. Then it stopped. Blinking the tears out of her eyes, Alyssa was able to catch her breath. Was the ordeal over? No. Merely a respite. The finale was coming up.
In her hand, the priestess had a single, long, blue feather, from some fantastic tropical bird. She held it up and turned to the assembled mass of beautiful Amazons around her. They let out a scream of extacy, knowing that soon their gods would be appeased until the next full moon, and happy that it wasn't them under the ceremonial feathers. The long blue feather began to descend to Alyssa 's already- aching tummy. "No, please" she sobbed, as she again felt the tickling torment "not my bellybutton". This was the worst of all, though. The very tip of the feather was delicately played across her stomach, with seemingly loving attention and care, and the effect was maddening. The priestess slowly circled the tip of the feather around Alyssa 's bellybutton, and as it got closer and closer to the button, Alyssa 's laughter got harder and her pleas became more desperate.
Alyssa 's stomach tensed just as the feather tickled her bellybutton knot. She let out a tortured howl, laughing, screaming, begging for mercy, as the Amazon priestess danced the tip of the long blue feather around and around on her hyperticklish outie bellybutton. All of the ticking she had endured up 'till now was nothing compared to the agony she was now forced to endure. Through a red haze, Alyssa barely could tell when the terrible ordeal was ended. Yet end it did, eventually. When Alyssa regained her wits, she looked around, and saw the Amazons sprawled out on the ground around the altar, passed out in an orgy of tribal passion.
The priestess was the only one still attentive. "Congratulations, you did well," the priestess said. "You speak English?" was all the astonished Alyssa could say. "Of course. You are not the first girl to be brought to this tribe by unscrupulous traders. But fear not. You have passed the test of our gods, and you are now one of us. You will stay here the rest of your life." "But..." "Sleep now. You have been through much. And rejoice; as the Chosen of the gods, you will hold special privelege within the tribe." Alyssa drifted off to sleep. "Yes," said the priestess. "Only the chosen of the gods is allowed to act as sacrifice during every full moon."
The End...
Alyssa Milano: Lost in the Amazon forest
Alyssa Milano was a graduate student, majoring in archaeology. This was her first real break; actually going to Brazil to study Inca ruins at the base of the Amazon basin! This trip would be the basis for her thesis, and she was sure that it would give her a good enough grade to get her into the Ph.D. program at Harvard. The boat trip up the wide river, with impassable jungle to either side, was too long. She wanted to get to the ruins right away!
She woke up, not knowing where she was. Something was wrong. This wasn't her cabin! She was outside somewhere, in the jungle. There was no sign of Captain Katanga or the crew. She tried to sit up, but discovered that her arms and feet were bound. She could only lie on the spongy ground, waiting to find out what had happened to her, or what would happen to her. She looked around her. She was in a crude hut of mud, with a roof of woven leaves. The only door was covered with a crude woolen blanket, but it was unmistakenly from one of the cities towards the coast. At least somebody traded with these people. Maybe one of them would speak English.
Then the blanket was brushed aside, and in walked Captain Katanga, with a wide grin on his face. "Captain! Am I glad to see you. Untie me, quick!" Alyssa said. "Not so fast, my little American friend," Katanga said. "How do you think you got here in the first place? I am here to say farewell, not to rescue you." "Farewell? What do you mean?" "Well, my little American, I am sure that you have no idea of how valuable someone like you is here. The natives have paid me well for a fine, healthy girl such as yourself," Katanga said with a grin. "Paid me well indeed." "Wait! I'll pay you twice what they did, just get me out of here!" Alyssa pleaded. "Ha! You do not have that much money, my little American. The artwork these superstitious natives gave me for you is worth millions of American dollars. And besides," Katanga said as he headed for the door. "If I were to help you escape, I would never make it out of here alive. Farewell, my little American friend!" "Katanga!!! You can't do this!!! Help me!!!" But it was too late. The slimy riverboat captain was gone. Alyssa moaned. She had heard stories, read reports, of the natives of the deep Amazon basin. She would most likely be killed, a sacrifice to one of their gods. She began to sob.
After a few minutes, Alyssa was startled to see a white girl enter the hut. She was about Alyssa 's age, and was dressed in a very revealing garment of woven moss. Alyssa was brunette, tanned, and very well endowed. This other girl was almost the opposite; blond, pale (but not sickly), and also with very large breasts. The girl carried a spear. She knelt down and hefted Alyssa up as if she were a sack of potatoes, and none of Alyssa 's thrashings could free her. The white girl carried her through the native village. Alyssa was astonished to see dozens of other white girls, some blond, some brunette, some even with red hair, all incredibly beautiful, gathering around her as she was being carried to the center of the village. There were no men to be seen, Alyssa noticed.
The brunette who had been carrying Alyssa placed her on a stone slab, open to the sky. Her wrists were brought up over her head and secured by a hole that had been carved through the stone slab, and her ankles were similarly tied. The native women gathered around her, waving their spears in the air and chanting in some language that Alyssa couldn't identify. They began to stare up at the sky as they chanted and danced around her, and Alyssa began to understand that she was to be the main course in a feast in the honor of their gods. She began to cry again. Then another woman walked through the crowd that surrounded her. Torches were lit, as the sun was going down, and the shadows from the flickering light danced across the faces and volutptuous bodies of the Amazons that held her prisoner. Damn Katanga and his greedy soul anyway! If Alyssa ever got out of this...
The woman came over to the stone altar that held Alyssa bound and helpless. Alyssa gasped. She was the most beautiful woman Alyssa had ever seen! Dark haired, with long legs and a beautiful large shallow bellybutton, Alyssa almost forgot her predicament in her wonder. The woman wore a ceremonial heddress with great plumes on it, and held a wand with more feathers in her hand. At least, Alyssa thought, she didn't have a knife. The woman shouted a single word in the strange tounge and all was quiet. The Amazons surrounding the altar stopped their dancing and stared at Alyssa. The priestess of the Amazons stared up at the sky and spoke some sort of invocation to their gods, which was repeated at regular intervals by the assembled women. When she finished, she stepped back and shouted a single word, pointing at Alyssa 's bound form, stretched across the stone altar. With a shriek, the Amazons fell to her, tearing off her clothes with wild abandon. Alyssa cried hysterically as everything she wore was torn from her body, from her kerchief to her hiking boots. When the priestess called the Amazons off of Alyssa, she was totally naked. Her wrists and ankles were still cruelly and cunningly bound, however, and Alyssa could not move save for wriggling helplessly.
The priestess again came over to her, bearing the feathered wand in her hand. Alyssa wondered how the end would come, for surely it was coming soon. The priestess again shouted a litany at the sky, and again the Amazons howled and shrieked with joyous faith. The Amazon priestess then once again silenced the crowd. She made a circle over Alyssa with the wand, and then, to Alyssa 's astonishment, brought the feathers of the wand down across her stomach. Despite herself and her terror, Alyssa began to giggle. This made the assembled throng scream with glee. They seemed to want her to laugh! Whether they wanted her to or not, Alyssa was laughing, and couldn't help herself. The priestess smiled. Sympathetically, it seemed to Alyssa. Whether or not she felt sympathetic, the priestess kept up the infernal tickling. The feathers on the ceremonial wand kept gliding across her tummy, always just skirting the edges of her large outie bellybutton. Alyssa 's laughter became harder and harder, and she began to squirm more and more in her bonds. Nothing she did had any effect. The tickling went on.
Alyssa 's stomach muscles were stretched taut as she vainly tried to keep in her hysteria. Even holding her breath did no good, as the laughter seemed to bubble forth from her lips. It seemed as if Alyssa was going to die laughing. Her lungs and stomach ached from laughing so hard. And still the torture went on. The feathers made their way across Alyssa 's stomach, and she began to buck up and down, as much as her bonds allowed, as the priestess tickled her in the soft spot right below her ribs. It was maddening! The priestess then reached over and began to torment the other side, not giving Alyssa any time to catch her breath. Alyssa wasn't laughing any more; she didn't have the breath to. All she could do was silently sob with her mouth open as the feathers went on and on tickling her. Then it stopped. Blinking the tears out of her eyes, Alyssa was able to catch her breath. Was the ordeal over? No. Merely a respite. The finale was coming up.
In her hand, the priestess had a single, long, blue feather, from some fantastic tropical bird. She held it up and turned to the assembled mass of beautiful Amazons around her. They let out a scream of extacy, knowing that soon their gods would be appeased until the next full moon, and happy that it wasn't them under the ceremonial feathers. The long blue feather began to descend to Alyssa 's already- aching tummy. "No, please" she sobbed, as she again felt the tickling torment "not my bellybutton". This was the worst of all, though. The very tip of the feather was delicately played across her stomach, with seemingly loving attention and care, and the effect was maddening. The priestess slowly circled the tip of the feather around Alyssa 's bellybutton, and as it got closer and closer to the button, Alyssa 's laughter got harder and her pleas became more desperate.
Alyssa 's stomach tensed just as the feather tickled her bellybutton knot. She let out a tortured howl, laughing, screaming, begging for mercy, as the Amazon priestess danced the tip of the long blue feather around and around on her hyperticklish outie bellybutton. All of the ticking she had endured up 'till now was nothing compared to the agony she was now forced to endure. Through a red haze, Alyssa barely could tell when the terrible ordeal was ended. Yet end it did, eventually. When Alyssa regained her wits, she looked around, and saw the Amazons sprawled out on the ground around the altar, passed out in an orgy of tribal passion.
The priestess was the only one still attentive. "Congratulations, you did well," the priestess said. "You speak English?" was all the astonished Alyssa could say. "Of course. You are not the first girl to be brought to this tribe by unscrupulous traders. But fear not. You have passed the test of our gods, and you are now one of us. You will stay here the rest of your life." "But..." "Sleep now. You have been through much. And rejoice; as the Chosen of the gods, you will hold special privelege within the tribe." Alyssa drifted off to sleep. "Yes," said the priestess. "Only the chosen of the gods is allowed to act as sacrifice during every full moon."
The End...
