Being the submissive woman that I am, I have long had a fantasy about being captured by strong, large lesbian women. I love stories about Amazon warrior women raiding other tribes to capture men for breading purposes and women to use for amusement. I haven't had much luck finding much on the subject. With the internet you can find anything that has ever been posted in print or pictures, if you can just word your search properly.
I am wondering if someone more adept at computer usage than I, would be interested in starting a thread on this subject.
At one time, several years ago, I stumbled across a story about anthropologists who visited a primitive tribe in a jungle. The tribe had a fruit that was so aphrodisiac that eaten would make a person so deliriously Horney that they wanted to be raped and eaten alive. Did I mention the tribe were cannibals? I saved the story but lost it when my computer crashed. I wonder if anybody is familiar with the story?
I wrote a short story, inspired by your story search. I hope you like it. It plays , however, in the modern world.
The hike went wrong
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hapter 1: The Journey Begins
The excitement was palpable as we packed the car for our long-anticipated hiking trip. Lily, Sarah, and I had been planning this weekend getaway for months, and now it was finally happening. We needed a break from the stresses of college life—exams, assignments, and the constant pressure to succeed.
As we drove towards the mountains, the car was filled with laughter and chatter. Lily was behind the wheel, her upbeat personality shining through as she sang along to the radio. Sarah, always the pragmatic one, was reviewing the trail map, making sure we were fully prepared. And then there was me, soaking in the moment, enjoying the company of my best friends.
"This is going to be amazing," Lily said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I can’t wait to get away from everything."
"You and me both," I replied, leaning back in my seat. "We deserve this."
The drive took us through winding roads, the scenery gradually shifting from cityscape to lush greenery. The further we got from civilization, the more serene it became. By the time we reached the trailhead, we were ready to leave the world behind and immerse ourselves in nature.
As we unloaded our gear, Sarah pointed to a sign posted near the trail entrance. “Stay on the marked paths,” she read aloud. “People have gone missing in these woods.”
Lily laughed it off. “Probably just some old campfire story to scare people. We’ll be fine.”
Despite her confidence, I felt a slight unease. But I pushed it aside, determined to enjoy the adventure.
Chapter 2: Lost in the Woods
The hike started off perfectly. The trail was easy to follow, the weather was ideal, and the forest was beautiful. We walked for hours, exploring every nook and cranny, taking in the fresh air and the stunning views.
But as the day wore on, our sense of direction began to wane. We had wandered off the marked path, and now, nothing looked familiar. The forest, once inviting, now felt like a labyrinth.
Google maps did not help at all, because there was no telephone reach.
“Are you sure this is the right way?” I asked, trying to keep the worry out of my voice.
“I think so,” Sarah said, but she didn’t sound as confident as before.
Lily, ever the optimist, tried to lighten the mood. “We’re just exploring! This is what we came here for, right?”
But as the sun began to set, our playful exploration turned into a desperate attempt to find our way back. Every path we tried seemed to lead us deeper into the woods. The trees, once beautiful, now cast long, ominous shadows.
“We should set up camp and try to find our way back in the morning,” Sarah suggested.
Reluctantly, we agreed. We found a small clearing and set up our tent. The night air was chilly, and the silence of the forest was unnerving. We built a small fire, huddling around it for warmth.
“This is just like one of those horror movies,” Lily joked, though her laughter was strained.
“Don’t say that,” I muttered, trying to push the fear away. But the stories of people disappearing in these woods haunted me, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was very wrong.
Chapter 3: The Nightmare Unfolds
As we sat around the campfire, the unease grew. The forest was too quiet, the darkness too thick. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig made us jump.
“We’ll be fine,” Sarah said, more to reassure herself than us.
But her words did little to calm my nerves. Then, out of nowhere, I heard a soft thud, and another. Lily and Sarah grabbed their necks, and their hands grabbed darts that were sticking out of their necks. I saw Lily and Sarah slump to the ground, as I jumped up and screamed in panic. I saw some people moving in the shadows, as I started to run as fast as I could. It did not take long before I stumbled in the dark and fell to the ground, screaming in pain. I heard footsteps running in my direction while I tried to regain my footage. Then I felt a sting in my neck. And then everything went black.
When I woke up, I was disoriented, cold, and terrified. I was naked, locked in a small iron cage hanging from a tree. The metal bars pressed against my skin, and I could barely move. Panic surged through me as I looked around and saw that Lily and Sarah were in similar cages.
“What’s happening?” Sarah’s voice was weak, trembling with fear.
Before I could respond, figures emerged from the shadows—women, their faces obscured, but their intentions clear. They surrounded us, watching with cold, cruel eyes.
“Look at them,” one of the women sneered. “So helpless.”
Another laughed, a sound that sent chills down my spine. “They’re going to learn what happens when you wander where you don’t belong.”
Chapter 4: The Torment Begins
The women began to toy with us, mocking our fear and vulnerability. They poked at the cages, making them sway, laughing at our desperate attempts to balance ourselves.
“You’re all so pathetic,” one of them taunted. “Did you really think you could just walk through our woods?”
“Please, let us go,” Lily begged, tears streaming down her face. “We didn’t mean any harm.”
Her pleas were met with cruel laughter. “Oh, we know you didn’t,” one of the women said, her voice dripping with malice. “But that doesn’t mean we’re going to let you go.”
They turned their attention to Sarah’s cage first. With cold efficiency, they lifted it and laid it flat on the ground. The oldest of the women, called Birgit, spoke. “We give you one chance. This here is Drea. She loves to have a really good orgasm. If you manage to lick the pussy so good that she has the orgasm of her dreams, we spare your life.” The woman called Drea took off her leggings and thong, and with a wicked smile positioned her bottoms on top of the cage, where Sara's face was. “Do your best, girl. Your life depends on it.” With a disgusted look on her face, Sarah started caressing Drea's pussy with her tongue. She tried and tried, but after what felt like an hour, only some slight moams had escaped from Drea's mouth. “Enough!”called Birgit. “Your performance is very disappointing. If you can't get pussy juices flowing over your face, then it will be water over your face.” They lifted her cage, carried it towards the lake, while Sarah begged and begged. My heart pounded as I watched, helpless, as they lowered her into the water. Sarah’s screams echoed through the night, her terror palpable.
“Please, stop!” I cried, but they ignored me, their focus solely on Sarah.
The water rose, and soon her screams were silenced, replaced by bubbles breaking the surface. After a minute or two, one large eruption of bubbles announced the last air escaping from Sarah's mouth, followed by the eerie calm of the lake. My stomach churned as I realized what they had done. Sarah was gone.
“Who’s next?” one of the women asked, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.
Chapter 5: Fire
The women moved to Lily next, dragging her cage to the center of the clearing. “Now it's your turn,” Birgit exclaimed. Drea placed her bottom on Lily's cage, and, knowing what would happen if she failed, she started licking frantically. After some time Drea started to get aroused, and began caressing her nipples. Not long after that, she had an orgasm. Lilith was extremely relieved. “Oh thank you god,” she prayed. “I did it. I will live!” Drea looked disappointed. “Is that all? You stopped so quickly? I am not happy about this.“ Birgit spoke sollemly: “By not completing what you started, you forfeited your life. Just as Drea was getting hot, you gave up. Now we will make you hot.” They began piling wood on the clearing, and placed Lily's cage on top. Their intentions were clear. My heart raced as I watched them light the fire, the flames quickly growing and licking at the bottom of Lily’s cage.
“No, please!” Lily screamed, her voice raw with terror. “Don’t do this!”
But her pleas fell on deaf ears. The women watched with twisted smiles as the flames grew higher. The heat was unbearable, and Lily’s screams tore through the night, each one more desperate than the last. I wished I could faint, just to not have to witness this extremely cruel execution. But I was compelled to watch as her screams grew weaker while she got completely engulfed in flames.
Chapter 6: Crucifixion
While Lily's body was still spasming in her burning cage, Birgit turned to me. “You know what is expected of you. Do your best and we let you out of the cage.” Drea placed her bottoms on the cage. I could smell her pussy juices as I pressed my head against the cage bars to reach her with my tongue My lips felt around until I managed to find her clit. Slowly I started licking it, gently licking faster. I slowed down again and started picking up speed again. She started responding. I sucked her clit and then continued licking slow and faster, and eventually super fast. It did not take long before Drea spasmed and squirted and screamed while having a great orgasm. I knew better than to stop and kept on going, a little slower and then fast again. Drea came again and again, and after what felt like ages, she slumped and let herself roll of the cage. “That was amazing,” she moamed.
Birgit nodded. They unlocked my cage, dragging me out roughly. I felt so relieved. “Thank you. Thank you ooh thank you thank you. Ooh I am glad to be alive. May I go now? Please?” For a brief moment, I thought they were going to spare me. But instead, they carried me to a crude wooden cross they had laying on the ground nearby up nearby. “We spare you from death in the cage. You may live for a while at least, but you have to do the same for all of us. If you fail, we will hammer nails through your wrists and ankles, and leave you to die on the cross. If you succeed, we take you with us as our sex slave. ”
“No, no, no!” My voice was filled with horror as they bound me to the cross. They secured my arms and legs, ensuring I couldn’t escape. All of them lined up, at least a dozen. Desperately, I started licking the first pussy that was pressed in my face. But deeply in my mind I had already given up, seeing this task impossible to accomplish. The women took their time, enjoying every moment of my efforts, but none of them had such great orgasms as I had given to Drea.
As they stepped back, all of them looked deeply disappointed. “Again we failed to find a worthy sex toy,” spoke Birgit. “Nail her.”
I felt my world closing in as they moved towards me with a hammer and big, rusty nails, my mind screaming in terror. Drea placed a nail against my left wrist while Birgit lifted the hammer. As she rammed the nail down, everything went dark.
