Date: Mon, 12 Jan 2009 10:27:14 -0800 (PST) From: Wendi St. Clair 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. If you like what you see here, you may want to chedck out my ohter title, Naughty in Napoli. I'm very poen to comments and like to see them. I am happy to send free stories to the Nifty web page, but I am interested in writing more commercially if anyone who would want to publish me is interested. Does anyone need a subby, sissy mad? ;) Anyone who would like to contact me for any reason is encouraged to e-mail me at missparsiphone@yahoo.com goddess bless! 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......