While Alicia feasted on the food, the young girl, put her finger to her lips to subtly tell Alicia not to divulge her secret before speaking English in a very thick African accent, “I speak the English after traveling on a missionary trip. Do not reveal to the others I speak English. What is your name? I’m Juzah.”
Alicia felt slightly calmer knowing that she wasn’t completely alone and began asking many questions, “What are they going to do with me? Why me? Why us? Please tell them not to hurt me.”
“I cannot speak long for if the others know that I am doing this, I will surely be killed. You must eat all you can for this will be your last, how do you say, traditional meal. You are now ‘Putri keur pelesir’ which means, ‘Princess for pleasure.’ Now I must go. Please do not resist or you will be killed as well. I will tell you more later” revealed Juzah before exiting the quarters.
Alicia became worried because she didn’t like the sound of pleasure. She wondered if she would be raped. What would she do? The door opened, and a giant of a man who was seven feet tall, stooped in the doorway, carrying dangling vines, tied like knots in a rope. He was followed by 6 young females, each carrying a bucket of soapy water. Still thinking about what Juzah had warned against, Alicia had made up her mind, she was going to follow that advice.
As the tall man fastened the vines to each corner of the small bed, he mumbled to the girls before exiting. The girls spoke Sudanese so Alicia had no idea what to expect but they were gentle and began removing Alicia’s clothes. Even though Alicia was apprehensive, she did not resist and stood before the Sudanese girls, completely nude.
There was such a stark contrast between Alicia and the tribal girls; almost an exact opposite look was what drew the rebels to abduct her in the first place. Alicia was short at 5’3″, with long curly dark hair, thick full lips, and she supported a thicker, curvy figure, which many men found voluptuous with her DD cup breasts and bubble ass.
All the girls gently led her to the chair and began washing her body with cloths dipped into the cool soapy water. It was slightly awkward having all the females give her a “sponge” bath, but Alicia also reveled in the soothing feel of the liquid after being so sweaty in the room’s oppressive heat. Once Alicia’s body had been thoroughly cleaned, one of the girls pulled out a straight razor and started shaving Alicia’s pubic area while two girls held her legs up by her knees. While leaning back, the other girls washed Alicia’s hair into one of the buckets.
Alicia’s crotch was as smooth as glass when the girl had completed her task. Finally, the girls led Alicia over to the bed, and instructed her to sit down, through body language and pointing. The girls pulled decorating accessories from their wraps and began to adorn Alicia with them. They put a ring around her finger, a couple toe rings, beaded bracelets and a leather collar, which was clearly made from the hide of a recent kill by the tribe.
After everyone had left, an elder tribesman walked in. He was 81 years old, with no hair or teeth and very wrinkled. The old man stood 6’5′ while wearing his robe and sandals. This man was the grandfather of tribe’s ruler and even though he was much too old to be the leader, he was respected as the upper statesman and the former chief.
Alicia stared at the old man while he slowly pulled the robe off himself. He was now naked except for his sandals and a couple of decorative beaded circles cinched around his balls and long hanging cock. It resembled a homemade cock ring. He was so thin that his ribs were showing. The old man’s penis was at least 7 inches long, soft, and looked like an elongated turtle head with the foreskin covering the tip. His snow white pubic hair was thick and bushy.
The old man walked over to Alicia who was still sitting on the bed, presented his wrinkled, flaccid penis by sticking his hips out toward her. With the warning of not to resist still fresh in her mind, she reached out and touched the long hanging black snake and began stroking it. It felt like a tube of thick leathery meat. The old man grunted his approval and Alicia slid herself more to the side of the bed so she could get a better grip. After several minutes of jerking his soft cock and it becoming slightly erect, the old man replaced Alicia’s hand with his own.
He held his rubbery dong by the base and put his other hand on the back of her head, gently pushing her face down to it. Once the tip reached her lips, the old man rubbed it back and forth like he was trying to apply lipstick until he blurted, “Buka” which meant “Open.”
When the old man continued to wiggle the tip of his penis in between her lips, she knew it was time. Alicia opened her mouth and accepted his cock as he stuffed in as much as she could take. Nearly gagging her, he simultaneously held the back of her head with one hand, and the base of his cock with the other while he stroked himself. Combined with him thrusting, it was a hybrid between fucking and jerking himself off inside her mouth.
Alicia held onto his sagging ass, just to control some of the pace. The old man was taking a long time as Alicia’s lips began to numb until finally he grumbled in his native tongue while his runny semen squirted into her throat. There was a copious amount of cum deposited before the old man shivered and pulled his dick out of her mouth. Using his long bony finger, he shook it, letting her know to swallow his seed. She closed her eyes and swallowed the bitter spunk before shaking her head to gather herself.
The old man was pleased as he smiled, reapplied his clothing and walked out of the quarters. Before the salty aftertaste had even left, in walked the tallest man Alicia had ever seen. The man stood 7’5 and she was in awe that a person could be that tall. When inside the room, the man had to hunch down to keep from hitting his head on the ceiling as he walked. He was followed by one of the females from earlier and she brought in two dishes. One was a colorful empty ceramic bowl with an opening about a foot in diameter and the other was a small pan in which she dropped in some roots before lighting the stove.
As the roots began to cook, she quickly left while the tall man stood and towered over the sitting Alicia. His name was Kamal, he was the chief of the tribe, the grandson of the old man whom Alicia had just sucked off, and 41 years of age. His clothing was colorful and looked in better quality than what the other men were wearing. He supported several gold chain necklaces around his neck along with beads in his dreadlocks and carried a staff made from oak. He had been the leader the last five years after his father was killed by an elephant during a hunt.
Kamal leaned down, took Alicia by the wrist and bound one hand to the supporting slip knotted vine fastened to the bed corner. He then fastened her other hand in the same fashion so now she was on her back, arms stretched out and over her head. Her heart was racing and about to thump out of her chest from fear. Kamal then got on his knees which was not an easy task, given the tiny size of the bed. He took Alicia’s ankles and pushed her legs back over her head and opened the nooses to add her feet with her bound wrists.