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It sounds weird and this story, but it was real.
It sounds hot!
Draw your own conclusions.
I conclude that I loved this.
Suddenly I woke up. Was it a dream? But my whole body ached and my back burned.
Dream? Nightmare? Illusion? Reality? Who cares. Just a great little vignette.
what would become of us?
Something truly horrific, I hope. ;-)
Could it really have been a dream?
Anything could be a dream. But are you a man, dreaming you are a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming you are a man?
end of the first part)
Great tease for the next part.
(CONTINUE PART 2)
Yum!
"I wonder what's in those boxes?"
Is it “what” or “who”?
Indira and Me -1
Awesome!
The story continue
An excellent continuation!
 
Me and Aisha New Adventure

It was another boring day for me. Never again did the master of dreams appear to transport me to the supernatural world of fantasies, through the portals, where I experienced strong emotions of capture and crucifixion with the beautiful Aisha. I tried to mentalize the master, and no answer. Suddenly, in my apartment, a woman appears, out of nowhere, dressed in a red suit, with long blond hair, with an grandeur, a characteristic, as I would say, of a queen. She was soon telling me: "Calm down, don't be afraid. My name is Marguizia, if you are you, give what you want most in your heart. I'm here to provide you with great adventures in one of the worlds that exist, in the portals of fantasies, from the simplest dreams to the most extreme."
I spoke to Marguizia about Aisha. I wanted to live an adventure with her, with her long black hair that reached a part of her buttocks, round and beautiful breasts, the skin of a light brunette, black eyes, almost thick lips, slightly thick eyebrows, and a vast pubic area in hair. Marguizia replied: "So it will be. You will again live a great adventure with Aisha.Now, get ready, close your eyes" I closed them. In a millisecond, when I opened them, I found myself in a desert, close to high dunes and right there was Aisha, naked, and by coincidence, I, too, was completely naked. Aisha went down towards me, in that beautiful smile of other fantasies, of other adventures. Aish said to me, "It's nice to see you again, Williams. Ready for another adventure? Look, we're going to be captured again. We're going to walk and climb the dunes and find our catchers." Aisha gave that wide, beautiful smile.

The scorching sun, we went down the dunes and down, and nothing in front of us. Our skins, bodies, tans, and another detail, thirsty. When we climbed a dune of considerable size, from the top of it, we saw tents pitched, a Tuareg camp, but, by their clothing, they were hunters. They certainly had water and food. But they were men without any sense of mercy, pity. Seeing each other, Aisha and I would be easy prey. Aisha looked at me and said, "Do you want to stay thirsty and hungry or we'd better give ourselves up. Let them see us?" I thought and told Aish that if I wanted to live an adventure.. it would be better for us to surrender voluntarily. Aisha looked me right in the eyes and smiled with contentment. We stood up with our hands over our heads,
calmly descending the dune towards the hunters' camp. It was not long before they saw us, and one of them mounted a camel and went towards us, taking with him a pointed spear.

Very close to us, he gave a light jab at Aisha, who shouted: "AA!" and then at me. We went faster, and there was another one, perhaps he was the leader of the group. They spoke a strange language. When we were already at the camp, another of them put my arms behind me and started to tie me up and then put a leather belt on forte.Com Aish was no different. She tried to look back to see how they were tying her up. Then they fastened her with a leather clip. We were placed with force and brutality on the sand, one very close to the other. Our sweaty, sour bodies, sweat running down our private parts... We breathed heavily. Then they tied our feet. They put my left foot on the right one, the same as Aisha's, and tied our feet with ropes and then leather loops. Aisha lightly leaned her tied feet and pinned to mine. I took advantage and started touching Aisha's fingers with mine. We smiled at each other.
It didn't take long for two of the hunters to put leather collars around our necks. Very tight, tight, with iron tips and a small ring, it certainly stops putting on a chain. We stood there, in total silence. Aisha and I moved our bodies forward, seeking to reduce the discomfort. Aisha moved her thirsty tongue, I was not inert in this situation. I was thirsty. Until one of our catchers came to us, carrying a kind of gourd full of water. He started to wet our pubic hair and then gave us a puddle of water to drink, violently pulling my hair and then Aisha's hair.
We spent the night in that humiliating situation. Tied up, naked in fur, defenseless, delivered. Dawned. Chains were placed on our collars. We were lifted up by force, and began a walk, with the hunters mounted on their camels, and we did not know where they were taking us. It was a long walk, under the desert sun, naked, wet with sweat, tired. We only made a couple of stops, then we continued to go to an uncertain destination. I looked at Aisha and told her, that despite the plight we were in, I considered her a brave and strong woman. Aisha once again gave that beautiful smile and said, "The most important thing is that we are together, no matter what."(Continue in part 2)
 
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Part 2:

There we were. me and Aisha, sweaty, sour, bare in fur, all exposed, tied with ropes and leather barrettes, our hands behind our backs and each wearing a leather collar. We were taken to a village, which is right in front of a large palace, with long towers and a huge garden. The guy who was on the camel taking me to Aisha stopped for a while and talked to the other hunters in the group. What would they do to us? Aisha and I stood at attention, breathing heavily. At that from behind us, one of the hunters came, pulled our hair, and another came and made us drink water, and threw water on our front, wetting my penis ~enis and hairs, ditto Aisha's hair, breasts, as well as our faces. Despite the brutality, it was beneficial for both of us, as it relieved us a little.
We were placed sitting on the floor and again they tied our feet and then used the leather clips, very tight. Suddenly, without the hunters seeing and hearing, Marguizia appeared, coming out of nowhere, asking and saying, "Hello, how are my adventurers? Stay very calm, because stronger emotions will come", Then he disappeared as much as he appeared. I believe that Aisha and I would spend the night there in the village and then, I suspect that we would be taken to the great palace. I said my suspicion to Aisha who replied: "You are right, because it is to the palace where we will be taken." I shook my head, in a thumbs up. Aisha smiled once again, in fact, we both smiled at each other, in the midst of pain.
We were brought to our feet, untied our feet, and then taken inside the palace. We forgot our situation a little and were amazed by the sumptuousness of that palace. The huntsman who was carrying us got off the camel, and now pulled us with a certain brutality, and forced us to get on our knees, and went to him, a very well-dressed man, in satin clothes and a large turban. They were conversing in a very strange language, which even Aish did not understand. They dialogued, gesticulated,. Including. I observed that the elegant man, who seemed to be a nobleman of the palace, carried a cane with him. He walked over to Aish and me, and use the cane and ran the tip of it over our hairs, and lifted my penis. He looked at both of them and gave a thumbs up to the hunter, who soon received a bag, I believe full of coins. Anyway, we were sold. The palace representative called a bald, strong, black guy, pointing at both of us. The brute shook in a thumbs up.
The brute pulled us violently by the chains attached to the collars around our necks. We fell a few times, and we had to stand up. We arrived at a parlor, he took the chains off our collars, and threw us against each other, facing each other, twat with twat We both screamed: "we fell togetherAaaaaaaa! Ooooooo!". We were locked in the parlor, and there was no window, except a very high dome. There we stayed, in silence, quiet. Soon, the door of the parlor opened and two guys in leather clothes entered, and right behind, a girl, very well dressed, in clothes of fine and bluish linen, wearing a golden tiara. The young woman approached us, looking directly at Aisha. He said: "Hello, Aisha, it's good to see you again, it's me, your cousin Zararha"

Aisha said, frightened and amazed: "Zararha!!!!, No!". Aisha looked at me saying, "Now we are in trouble, Zararha has always been my opponent and now, in her hands. what will become of us!?" Zararha stared at me and said, "You must be Williams, Aisha's companion, in situations of capture and pain. I promise that both will have a very delicious execution when they are crucified on the poles. Bring the piece of log." Behold, the guards who were with Zararha brought a piece of very thick trunk, untied our hands, ditto the leather clips, and tied them with their hands forward, in the iron rings, in the center above the trunk. Zararha looked at us with a sarcastic, ironic smile. Aisha was looking at her cruel cousin with one face, where she was with her teeth bared and her thick lips, when as if wanting to say something and I was in the same situation. Then our feet were tied again.
Behold, another guy enters the room, dressed in leather clothes and carrying a whip with leather straps, too. Aisha, in a gesture of courage, looks at Zararha and says; After the scourging, what will he do to us!!??." Zararha replied: "Well, later, you will be crucified, but I will take advantage of the moment to ask my helpers to take a little of the hairs of each one of you to keep as a souvenir." One of Zararha's guards approached me Aish with a razor blade in his hands and began to shave our hairs, starting with Aisha's and then mine. Zararha seemed pleased, ordering the whipping to begin. "Swish! swich! swichi!" that's how the whips sounded in both of us, the cries of "Aaaaaa! Oooo!! rang out through the place. There were ten lashes in each one. Then, right next to the parlor, there was a large patio, where they were already waiting for two posts on the ground. Aisha and I were put on the poles with total brutality."
Aisha and I were stretched out on our legs and arms. There were rings at each end of the posts, and we were tightly tied. Aish looked at me, then the other way, I did the same thing. Our left feet were placed on top of the right, tightly tied. Now, they had only placed a small wooden support to keep us standing, on the pole, of course. They took them away, and then they shod the poles with stones. I shouted to Aisha, "Aisha! Aisha! Try compressing the anus and vagina!!!". As a way of supporting Aisha in an effort, he replied, "I'm stunning... uu trying to do this!!But, it's difficult!!. Oooooo!". I sought to compress my testicles, compress my anus, trying to reduce suffocation. Ending in failure.
Zararha was sitting on a cushioned chair and watched everything with pleasure fighting!". Aisha lowered her head a little, looking at her pubic part, thinking maybe about doing something, but what about what? I looked at Aisha and in a tone of desperation said, 'Aisha! You are a warrior woman! Wonderful! We will die fighting!!. Aisha looked at her too saying, "Williams !! We were both strong in this fantasy! Morguizia gave us a sensational adventure! Let's die fighting!!". Zararha gave a standing ovation. When I woke up in my apartment, seeing nothing else, but satisfied. However, it was so sore. Thanks, Morguizia.
 
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The adventures of Williams and Asdza Chenoa, the Navajo woman.​


Hello, ladies and gentlemen. How are you? Here I am to live another fantastic, fanciful adventure, "ask" and surreal, gifted to me through the masters of fantasy, coming from the supernatural worlds, beyond which, we do not even imagine. Well, I was anxiously waiting for one of the masters of fantasies to appear: The master of dreams or Maguizia, the master of fantasies. I tried to calm down, to think about the other adventures I had lived with Aisha, whose person. I didn't forget. I was nostalgic. then, I said without wasting time: "Marquizia!". It was in a millisecond, that's when Marguizia, the master of fantasies, appears. Powerful dressed in a red suit, very tight on her body and those beautiful blonde hair. "Here I am, my dear. What you want, just ask"
I asked Marguizia what my next adventure would be? Aishia again?. Marguizia said, "No. Enough of Aisha, for now. You will live a new adventure, but this time in the southwest of the United States, where you will meet a woman, daughter, descendant of the Navajo tribe, in the states of Arizona and New Mexico. Her name is Asdza Chenoa. I'll show you soon, what Asdza looks like." Marguizia brought up before me an image of a beautiful indigenous woman. It was Asdza Chenoa, She was totally naked, on a sunny, hot day, typical of the southwestern region of the USA. I believe, from what I saw, it was the backyard of Asdza's house. She, naked in hair, tanned, giving without a shadow of a doubt the vast region of the pubis, vast in hair, beautiful breasts, brown skin, typical of Navajo women, long black hair, beautiful lips a little thick, eyes almost oriental, almost slanted, almond-shaped. His hands were close to his thighs. That beautiful body was on a braided mat.
Soon the image was gone from before my eyes. I went to Marguizia, saying that I did not want to waste any more time, because I wanted to be transported to New Mexico. Marguizia smiled, told me to get ready. In a snap of my fingers, and suddenly, I found myself in an outfit, in the style of the old west, in a place that seemed to be a camp with indigenous characteristics, and a fire lit, because it was already getting dark. When, to my astonishment and admiration, a woman came riding on a malayad colt, with black and white colors, bringing another foal, spotted too, but brown and white. She came close to me, and I soon recognized that she was the woman that Marguizia had shown in the surreal image, Asdza Chenoa, she was a beautiful Navajo woman, she was 35 to 38 years old. She was now dressed in a blue sweater, very tight, tight to her body, showing the voluminity of her breasts, navy blue jeans and black boots. Her hair was tied in a nice bun.
I saw that Asdza had a wonderful smile on his beautiful face. She was soon speaking;" You must be Williams, nice to meet you, I'm Asdza Chenoa. Maguizia talked about you to me, and even showed a surreal image of you, totally naked in fur." The Navajo woman said that Marguizia showed her to me totally naked, and I congratulated her on the beautiful pubic area of Asdza, quite vast in hair. And she thanked me. But after the presentations, I asked what our adventure would be. She invited me to sit on a small bench and she sat on another. And he explained to me in detail what our adventure would be like: "Well, Williams, I'm a police officer who works on the Navajo reservations here in New Mexico, and like you, I've always wanted to wish for secret adventures, until I met the masters of fantasy. You and I will go together, try to stop the illegal exploitation of minerals in Navajo lands. The villain we will seek to stop is called Cassandra Seller.
Cassandra is the owner of a large mining company, very influential, powerful woman, who commands a gang of mercenaries, trained bandits. I Asdza Chenoa and you Williams will try to stop her in the illegal exploitation of ore on the Navajo reservations, but in our fantasy we will always be captured. The big surprise in this fantasy will be at the end." I was excited and curious. I asked when we could start and Asdza said; "Right now, but first change your clothes, you won't need this cauboy outfit. I'm going to change too." We entered the tents. There was a tight leather shirt for me, ditto pants and boots, all the gray clothing mixed with brown. When I left, I saw Asdza coming out of her tent in a completely dark brown outfit, ditto her boots. Her long hair was loose. the leather outfit that Asdza wore was beautifully fitted to her body. He wore a leather belt with a holster around his waist, and a gun on it.
Asdza traced in the other hand a leather belt with a holster containing a gun and in the horse cell, rifles, I don't know if there were more modern or ancient. She was very clear with me: "the revolvers and rifles are just a pantomime, because, in fact, we will be, as I will always be, captured during the costume, ditto when we have to surrender, you know?" I nodded my head in a thumbs up. Then Asdza and I went to see on a map the location of the mine, on Navajo lands, where Cassandra was illegally mining minerals. We found out that it was located in Tuba City, in a region full of caves and valleys. Soon, we mounted our horses and set off on the adventure against Cassandra Seller.
Asdza was an Amazon, she knew how to ride very well, and she had my way. I asked Asdza, why she being a police officer, she sought maguizia to fulfill her deepest desires. Asdza replied: "I want to live strong emotions". I agreed, because I have already tried several, in the fantasies. We stopped for a while to rest, and Asdza Chenoa looked north and said that's right there that we're going to start our fantasy. Get ready." It was almost dawn, we were riding a little more. We stopped and then decided to go on foot with rifles in hand. And I asked what kind of fantasy Marguizia prepared for me and Asdza. We got very close to a mine, where there was large machinery, such as trucks, tractors, a vast amount of material.
Continued on part 2
 
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Joanna Monetti, the police officer assigned to recapture the fugitive criminal Rinna Kirby, was trying to negotiate Rinna's surrender alone. Joanna was behind boxes and vans in an abandoned factory, far from the city. The dialogue of the two was built as follows:
Joanna- Rinna, I want to give you a chance to surrender. Cooperate with me. I will guarantee your rights!.
Rinna-Never! I will not surrender!
A detail to be inserted is how both were dressed and physical description. Joanna Monetti was wearing a body-hugging sweater, with a large collar, dark jeans and brown boots and had a gun in her hands. She had green eyes, blond hair in the shape of a bun, she was very beautiful, while Rinna is wearing the orange clothes of the jail and has a white weapon, in this case a knife.
Rinna has black eyes, curly hair, is dressed in the orange clothes of the prison from which she escaped. And it has no physical weapon, but it is famous for its arguments, which can conquer anyone. Let us continue the dialogue between the two.
Joanna Monetti - Very well, Rinna, what have you decided? Will you surrender or will I have to take you by force?
Rinna- Joanna, I have something to tell you. You and your people don't all about me.
Joanna Monetti- What do you mean!?
Rinna: I belong to the most powerful criminal organization in the world, The Brotherhood of the Scorpion, directed and owned by Zurco Radamã, a powerful and influential businessman.
Joanna Monetti- You're bluffing!
Rinna (laughing)- Ah! Oh! Joanna, you don't know me. I am one of the leaders of the Scorpio organization. You'd better let me get away, for your own good. And I also know that you have always been curious to know more about Zurco Radamã and the Fraternity of the Scorpion.
Joanna Monetti - Yes, you are right, I have always investigated this organization and its boss. What is your proposal?
Rinna- let me get away. It will be better for both of us. After all, only the two of us are here in this place, in this abandoned factory.
Joanna Monetti: I have a proposal, much better.
Rinna- What would it be?
Joanna Monetti - I always wanted to know the organization of the Fraternity of the Scorpion, led by Zurco Radamã, and you can be the bridge that will connect me to what I want.
Rinna- Say the proposal right away.
Joanna Monetti – I'm going to surrender, surrender. I will be your hostage and take me to the organization.
Rinna- Wow! I have never seen this in my life. What a great proposal. She came to capture me and ends up being captured. Congratulations!
Rinna: Well, follow exactly what you tell him, do you understand?
Joanna Monetti- Of course, I'll do what you tell me.
Rinna- Show me your and walk very slowly to where I am. Understand the branch, throw it to the side where I can see it. Then, leave where you are and with your hands up. Did you understand?
Joanna Monetti- Yes, I understand.
Obeying Ranna's instructions, Joanna calmly steps out from behind the boxes and vans. At a very slow pace. The green eyes, the bun hair, the tight sweater with a large collar, the dark jeans and the brown boots. Her hands are up, but not exceeding her ears, but symmetrically, very close to her breasts, which form a beautiful volume, because the white sweater she wears is very tight on her beautiful body.
The place where Rinna is hiding is an abandoned shed. It has a staircase of 10 steps, and Joanna approaches them, but before going up to the shed Rinna says:

Rinna- stop! Calmly put your hands behind your back and climb step by step, very slowly and with your fingers intertwined. Joanna Monetti obeys without saying anything, just obeys Ranna's orders.

Joanna Monetti takes her time up the stairs of the shed. He enters Ranna's hideout, who "welcomes" him, saying:
Ranna- "Welcome my hostage. Now I'm going to tie you up and then we'll talk a little about what I'm going to do with you."
Joanna's eyes stare coldly at Ranna's face.
What now? What will become of Joanna? what are Ranna's plans for our heroine? We'll see Joanna Monetti's second part.
 
Me, Williams Dias and my friend Gracimar Roque, always wanted to have adventures in our lives. We shared the same ideas, I would say, the same madness. Here in the city of Manaus, capital of the state of Amazonas. Let me describe how Gracimar Roque was. Mestizo, beautiful features of a descendant of indigenous people from the Tukano tribe. Long black hair, medium and beautiful breasts, thick thighs, a beautiful ass, and of course, the pubic region must be vast, similar to the Amazon rainforest. 22 years old, and I, 35 years old. We wanted an adventure, but how would we do it? Who would we look to to fulfill our fantasies?
One day, Gracimar and I were walking through the streets of downtown Manaus, when a woman dressed in black, with dyed yellow hair and wearing brown boots, approached us and said: "can I talk to you for a moment?" I said, "No problem, but who are you?" She answered us by giving us a business card: "Mafirza Soraiza.Professional mystic. On this card is my address. I know what they want and are looking for. I'll help them. Until our meeting." She left, while Gracimar and I looked at us in amazement. Gracimar questioned: "How does this woman know about the two of us?". I replied: "I don't know, Gracimar. But, let's go to this address, where Mafirza Soraiza lives."
Marfiza Soariza lived in a middle-class neighborhood, in a very beautiful house, with three ~ floors. We arrived, and she herself came to receive us personally. We went in, and the house was very chic, very well furnished. She told us: "Let's go up to the third floor". We follow her, in a sense of distrust and anxiety, in anticipation of what could happen at Mafirza's house. We entered a room, totally red. There was a table of the same color, as well as the chairs. Mafiza went straight to the point: "I know what you want, you want an adventure of excitement and danger, having an excellent pinch of bdsm, that's not it." she asked with a wide smile. Gracimar replied, "Yes, that's right. And my partner Williams, too." Marfirza said to both of us: "you will live an adventure of danger, emotion. You will get involved with a tremendous criminal faction, led by a boss who works with all kinds of misdemeanors. They will be captured, stripped naked, tied up. They will be able to escape, but they will be recaptured."
I asked Mafirza what was the name of the head of this criminal organization. Mafirza replied: "A powerful businessman, who works with large criminal groups, Alejandro Dorel, linked to the head of the northern faction, here in Amazonas, Francisco "Macaco". Alejabdro Dorel is a Mexican, above suspicion." Gracimar said: "But with a guy like that powerful, what chance are Williams and I going to have?" Mafirza replied: "They will have their chances, but it will depend on the choices of both. The opportunities to escape from a danger will be open, but if you prefer to be captured...."I looked smiling at Gracimar, she ditto me, then we looked at Mafirza and said: "When do we start!?".
Mafirza took us to another room, now totally dark, we couldn't see anything. Mafirza explained to us that when we entered, we would be entering through a portal, into a fantasy world where we would fulfill our fantasies, our most secret dreams. I told her, "Well, me and Gracimar are ready for this surreal trip." We entered the dark room. We entered hand in hand." Paths practically through nothingness, in the darkness. But suddenly, as if by magic, surreal, I Gracimar found ourselves in a kind of port, where there were only small boats, motor canoes, and catamarans, large and small yachts.
We realized that we were at the Nautica marina Tauá. We looked at each other and I was wearing a white cotton shirt with short sleeves and a blue swim trunks. Gracimar found herself dressed in a black shirt, also with short sleeves, over an orange thong thong And one detail, the top of Gracimar's loincloth, she didn't have. The cotton shirt showed the shape of her beautiful breasts.
Well, we needed to start our investigation and find out how to find out where Alejandro Dorel and Francisco Macaco were. "Let's find out Gracimar, it may be that someone knows the location of Alejandro Dorel's boat." Gracimar said: "Let's ask for some information there with that boatman, in that small boat". We went to the boatman. He has the information we want." I replied, "how are you sure?" Gracimar said: "Well, have you forgotten that I am a descendant of the Tukano tribe? I acquired a gift of being intuitive." We went to the boatman and asked; "Good morning. Could you give us some information?" The guy replied: "Sure, what would it be?" I asked: "Could you tell us where Alejandro Dorel's yacht is?"
The boatman asked, "And why do you want to know where Dr. Alejandro Dorel's yacht is?" Gracimar replied, "Well, it's pure curiosity. We want to find out why Alejandro Dorel is such a powerful businessman, as they say." I said: "That's right, Gracimar and I want to discover the secrets of Alejandro Dorel." The barquerio gave a huge smile, and at that time a guy comes to where we were and asks: "What's the problem Trancoso? What is this beautiful couple wanting?. Trancoso replied: "They want to know the yacht of Dr. Alejandro Dorel, wanting to know why he is so powerful." The guy looked at me and Gracimar, and was already pulling out a pistol that was hidden in his waistband, saying: "Very well, since you want to meet Alejandro Dorel, put your hands up and get on the boat, now"
Gracimar slowly raised his hands. As for me, it took me a few seconds and ended up putting my hands up, following her." We entered very slowly, and we were barefoot. Gracimar, took a quick look at the guy who was pointing the gun at the two of us. There were seats on the boat. The guy said, "Okay, now sit in the seats and with your hands behind your back. You will meet the yacht and Dr. Alejanndro Dorel" He said this with a sarcastic, ironic smile. My left hand was on my right hand, and I did not intertwine my fingers. I observed that Gracimar kept his right hand over his left, not interlacing his fingers. She still looked at me, and gave me a very quick smile, saying: "It's a fantasy. Don't forget it." I nodded, nodding my head in a positive way.
The bandit said: "Trancoso, take the two to the yacht, while I tell Dr. Alejandro about these two there." Gracimar dared to ask a question: "Can I ask a question?" The bandit who pointed the gun at both of us said: "Sure, what do you want to ask?" Gracimar: "What plans do you have for me and Williams?" The bandit replied: "It's a surprise." I wanted to ironize said: "I like surprises" Gracimar did not leave it for less: "I also like it." Giving a discreet smile. Trancoso started the boat's engine and we started to leave the small port of Tauá. The bandit who pointed the gun at us entered with us, sitting in another seat, but keeping an eye on me and Gracimar.
Gracimar and I looked everywhere, looking for a way to escape from that situation. We were not tied up, but we were hostages, prisoners of a criminal organization. Gracimar, at that time, revealed to me a great secret: "Williams, look, I have certain ancestral powers coming from the Tukan shamans. We can get out of this, we can, but, as Marfiza said, we can choose to escape or remain prisoners. I chose not to use my powers now. Do you want to get out of this? I can act and we run away." The boat driven by Trancoso was going fast, and the wind was blowing on the beautiful hair of Gracimar.Eu I replied: "Gracimar, we want to live the adventure. We are in this situation together. Let's go to the end!" Gracimar gave me a beautiful and vast smile and said: "Very well. We will continue with our hands behind us." You may ask how Gracimar and I normally converse, even in a dangerous situation. Well, Gracimar used his ancestral powers, so that Trancoso and his criminal partner were left without noticing anything.

During the trip on the boat, I noticed, looking at his feet, Gracimar curled his left big toe discreetly, causing the boat to stop. Trancoso said to his accomplice: "Emílio, it looks like the boat's engine has failed!" Now we knew the name of the other guy: Emílio. Trancoso said to Emílio: "What are we going to do now? I'll have to fix the boat, check the engine. But what about these two?" Emilio replied by asking: "Do you have ropes here on the boat? I'll tie these two together while I help you fix the boat!" I said to disturb Emilio and Trancoso a little: "you can get some water. I'm thirsty!" Gracimar said, "I'm thirsty! I want some water, too!" Emilio looked at both of us, but this time very upset, saying: "Shut up and be quiet! I'm going to tie them both together." Gracimar, discreetly, bent his left thumb again and the engine started again.
We continue the boat trip, until we see Alejandro Dorel's yacht, well anchored in the Anavilhanas archipelago. And now/ what will happen to me and Gracimar?
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I intend to make fantasy tales with girls aged 18 and up, who are body boarders or surfers, as their main characters. You know, who could guide me in terms of scripts. The tales would be of girls who live adventures in which they are captured and manage to escape. It would be more or less like this.
 
Fantasies of adventure and danger: Williams and Gracimar, the descendant of the Tukano tribe. (part 2)

We were finally arriving at the yacht of Mexican businessman Alejandro Dorel. In a retrospective of the first part of the story, my friend Gracimar Roque and I, in an attempt to find out where the yacht of Alejandro Dorel, Mexican mega-businessman, powerful man and involved with criminal organizations was anchored, ended up being captured, because we went to get information from a boatman who took care of a small pleasure boat for tourists, but who worked for Alejandro Dorel. It is good to clarify that Gracimar and I, Williams, were fulfilling a fantasy, provided by a mysterious woman named Mafirza that we met right here in Manaus.
We would live moments of adventure and danger, because we would be captured, but we would have the right to choose between escaping or remaining prisoners, hostages. Gracimar had told me this too, when she and she were being taken to Alejandro Dorel's yacht by his henchmen. Well, we made it to the yacht. With your hands behind your back, not tied, but keeping them on top of each other. I was dressed in a short-sleeved cotton shirt, wearing a blue swim trunks. Gracimar Roque, on the other hand, wore a dark-colored cotton shirt, short sleeves, over an orange thong thong linen, but without the top piece, that is, the cotton shirt covered Gracimar's topless. Her beautiful long black hair, her indigenous features of a descendant of the Tukano tribe, here in the Amazon, her typical skin of an indigenous woman, contrasted with the dangerous situation in which she and I found ourselves at that time.
Gracimar had powers that she acquired from the shamans of the indigenous society of the Tukanos, but, as she had told me, she would not use such powers, except in certain situations. The boat driven by the bandit Trancoso approached very close to the yacht at the back. Trancoso said: "We arrived!" Emílio, who watched us all the time, spoke harshly and severely: "Now leave, very slowly and continue with your hands behind your back! Don't try any foolishness!" I looked at Gracimar and she looked at me. Gracimar said to me in a very low voice: "Let's do what he says."
We saw inside Alejandro Dorel's yacht another henchman of Alejandro, who came down from the cockpit and asked Emilio;" Who are these two there!?" Emilio replied: "Two "guests" of Dr. Alejandro came to meet him" he said looking and laughing at me and Gracimar, but we were serious. Emilio said: "Look, Rubão, when Dr. Alejandro arrives, he will certainly prepare a suitable end for these two" Emilio began to laugh. Rubão (name of the guy who was on the yacht) replied: "Let's not waste time. Bring these two into the control room. And you should have them tied up"Emile:" I didn't think it necessary. But, that's okay, Let's go big fish! Go up to the control room! Now!". Still with our hands behind our backs, we saw that there was a six-step staircase to the yacht's control room, and it was a luxury yacht. We went up very calmly, and right on the second step, Gracimar took his hands from the back and put them forward and up, slowly. And giving that discreet smile.
Seeing what Gracimar did, Emilio said to her: "Whoa! None of that my dear hands back and intertwine your fingers, and so do you, man!" Immediately Gracimar obeyed, and I did not make a ceremony, because I obeyed too. A detail that left me amazed, it seems crazy, but while Gracimar and I, our Tukano Indian, climbed the stairs to the yacht's control room, like hostages, prisoners, I observed Gracimar's ass, beautiful, tanned and the part of the thong of the orange thong she wore, I saw how much beauty Gracimar had, because she climbed calmly and sensually, with the swaying of the beautiful buttocks that Gracimar had. She was in front, and I was right behind her. We entered the control room, accompanied by Emilio who pointed the pistol at us and Rubão, who took care of Alejandro Dorel's yacht.
Rubão said: "Well, pay attention to you two. Doctor Alejadro Dorel will arrive in a few hours. In the meantime, you two will be staying here in the control room of this yacht. Very well tied. They messed with big people, got into a cold." Emile said: that's it. They are in the spider's web. Oh! Ah1 Ah!". Me and |Gracimar looked at each other and she discreetly just moved her mouth and lips saying to me: "C-A-L-M-A". I smiled at Gracimar and kept quiet. Meanwhile, Rubão opened a small closet and removed some rolls of rope used on the yacht. He looked at us saying, "Turn your back on me! Let's go!"
Williams, and my friend Gracimar, I already had our hands behind our backs and our fingers intertwined, and in a way, we made the job easier for Rubão. Gracimar and I were standing and Rubão went to tie Gracimar first. He used white ropes. Gracimar turned her neck a little to the right, trying to see how Rubão tied her. That neck turn was quite beautiful. Gracimar said, "Ouch! Don't squeeze it so much" Rubão replied: "shut up, be quiet because I have to press this here!". I watched Gracimar head-on. I looked at the black cotton shirt that covered the orange loincloth. The shirt in contrast with the orange tip of the loincloth, and Gracimar looking at Rubão tying it ... It was awesome. Apart from that, as is already known, she did not have the top part of her loincloth. Only the cotton shirt covered Gracimar's topless. Then it was my turn and Rubão was no less rude to me: "Now you. face! Be quiet! I'll leave it very tight! With all "affection"!".
I said, "Oh! It's too tight!" Rubão replied: "Is that so!? Do you want me to tighten the ropes more? I'm going to squeeze!. Oh! Ah!" Gracimar observed everything quietly and in a position of attention, and serious. Then, Rubão pulled us by the arms in a rude way, placing us in the seats contained in the yacht's control room, saying: "Now big fish! Stay there quietly, well behaved, until Dr. Alejandro Dorel arrives and decides what he will do with the two of you. Rubão left and locked the door to the yacht's control room. There we were, Gracimar and I, delivered, defenseless and bound. I looked at Gracimar and asked: "What now!? What will become of the two of us!? Gracimar looked at me, saying, "Honestly, I don't know. We have to think of a way to get away from here. I will concentrate and seek a connection with my ancestors. But, I don't know if they will listen to me. Well, there are situations that we ourselves have to look for a way out. But, for now, I don't know how to act."
At that moment I had an idea. I said, "Gracimar, let's stand back to each other. Try to pick up the knot of my moorings, while I try to pick up yours. She looked at me, smiling and said, "Great idea!" Let's try!" We face each other with our backs. I felt her fingers moving with mine, and touching my swim trunks, while my fingers touched Gracimar's ass, pulling even a little of the part of the orange thong she was wearing. Gracimar, suddenly, sat down at the end of the armchair, asking me to do the same. I did. Gracimar said: "I'm going to concentrate and let's get out of here!" She was, for sure, using her ancestral powers, and as if it were magic, the ropes loosened and we let go. I asked: "And now Gracimar? How to get out of here? Gracimar spoke; "we have to choose between escaping or staying here as prisoners. But, remember what Mafirza told us, that we would be recaptured. So let's see how it goes."
The door to the yacht's control room strangely opened. We left looking both ways and walked slowly. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Mafirza appears to us, saying, "Williams and Gracimar you'll have a chance to escape now. Get off the yacht soon, everything is favorable for both of you. But remember that you will be recaptured if you want to."
We looked at Mafirza and I took the floor saying: "We are going to flee now and then, in a certain situation, we want to be recaptured. but we will not give up on finding and stopping Alejandro Dorel's plans" Gracimar looked at me, with a beautiful smile, saying: "that's it! I'm all into this fantasy. After all, I am a descendant of Tukano warriors, willing to face any battle." But, a question I asked mafirza: "Where are Emílio, Trancoso and Rubão? The guys who made us captives?" Mafirza answered us;" They will respawn at the right time, again. They are important supporting actors in this beautiful fantasy, in which you are both living. Now, good luck to both of them." Mafirza is gone.
Both of us, Gracimar and, mainly because of the tightening of the ropes, that Rubão made on us I swam to the other side of the river.I know how to swim, but Gracimar was a true mermaid, a Yara of tales, of Amazonian legends when she swam. We arrived tired to the other bank of the river. But what now? What would we do? What are the next steps of this fantastic, surreal adventure? Other than that, we were sweaty, sour and night was already coming. painful, due to the tightening of the ropes that Rubão made with us.
Luckily for us, we saw a cabin, apparently abandoned and went to it. It was already getting dark. There were clean clothes, rubber clothes, loincloths and swim trunks, as well as, mainly, food. Cookies, fruits and yogurts. Incredible as it may seem, the cabin had a minibar, with all these food items. Said to Gracimar;' Let's rest and in the morning, continue our adventure, fantasy. She smiled nicely, as always, and nodded in agreement.
We rested and in the morning, very early. We stood up. Now, I did not see Gracimar, because she was bathing in the river, naked in hair, showing the beautiful pubic region, quite vast in hair. Linda Gracimar, the beauty of the Tukano woman. I was excited, but I controlled myself. She had Gracimar as a great friend. Then, walking like a native goddess, she said to me, "Let's get dressed?" I replied: "Okay!". We were going to prepare for a new adventure. Gracimar put on a pink loincloth, and put on a black cotton shirt, and as usual, without the top of the loincloth. She was topless. I wore a white short-sleeved cotton shirt and a red swim trunks. We were barefoot, but it didn't matter.
We decided to leave the hut. We took some food to keep the adventure going. Gracimar, using his shamanic instincts, said that we should go on to a point filled with ingas, a common fruit in the northern region of the Amazon. We continued on, crossing a little of the forest, and reached the other side, to a new beach, where there was a kind of shelter with a tin roof, supported by four woods at each point of the tin roof. There was also a motorized canoe, anchored on the beach. A makeshift stove, and someone must have been doing the café.as, Who would it be? Gracimar said, "We have to find out who owns this motorized canoe. Gracimar and I were crouched watching that spot. I looked at Gracimar, and in her squat, I saw the thong of her thong, tucked perfectly between her buttocks. Wow, how beautiful.
Said Gracima Roque;" How about we take a closer look?" Gracimar replied, "That would be great. Let's go." Before we reached the shelter, where the motorized canoe was, we hid behind two large wooden boxes and some vans, both empty. hidden behind them, boxes and vans, we observe every detail. however, we hear a noise: "Click!" and a familiar voice; "well, well, if it is not our friends who managed to escape from Dr. Alejandro Dorel's yacht?. We'll meet again, won't we?" Gracimar and I were standing up with our hands up, very calmly. I said, "Gracimar, we've been captured again. Shit!" Gracimar said: "Calm down, let's obey what Trancoso is saying. It was said that we would be recaptured. And there you have it"

Trancoso said: "Come on, big fish, walking very slowly under the shelter." Gracimar asked Trancoso: 'Well, Trancoso.now that we have been recaptured, what plans do you have for me and Williams?'" Trancoso said: "Certainly, exciting plans!". Gracimar and I walked with our hands up. Gracimar with her hands up, with her beautiful swing when walking, walked beside me, and I, with her hands up too, asked her what Trancoso would do with us. Gracimar told me;" It will certainly take us to Alejandro Dorel, which is our goal. But after we came under the shelter where Trancoso was, he said; Now, I'm going to tie them up. Sit on those wooden benches there, continuing with your hands up." Gracimar had his hands up, but with his arms stretched out above his head. She looked at me, advising me to keep my arms as she was as well. I did the same.
Trancoso looked at the two of us and unusually said; "I will not risk letting you run away again. Therefore, the two will be totally naked and tied up!" Trancoso said more: "Go undressing slowly and throwing the clothes here to me! Now!". Gracimar and I exchanged glances, and started to undress. I took off my shirt, then my swim trunks, and put my hands on my head. Gracimar laughed first at the shirt and then at the loincloth. We did everything as Trancoso ordered. Trancoso said more: "Now, let's go out there. Sit with your butts in the sand, put your hands behind your back and your legs stretched out. Finally, feet tied, hands tied behind their backs, naked, with the pubes exposed and to top it off, Trancoso put a collar around my neck and another around Gracimar's neck. And then, he took a chair that was nearby. He sat on it and watched us. We were a complete feast, a gift to Alejandro Dorel. (Continued in part 3)
 
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Oahu Beach, Hawii. In a secluded part of the beach, where no one had ever been before, there is an old little hut. In it are two people: surfer Any Kalahura, 18 years old, dark hair, face and skin typical of young Hawaiians, well-tanned skin, with her hands behind her back, tied and sitting on a wooden box. She wears a black shirt over a pink bikini full of small prints. With her, one of Captain Hook's pirates, the cod pirate.
Any needs to find one for a way to let go, to escape. She needs to use strategy to stop being a hostage. Codfish is sitting on a stool, peeling a potato and at the same time complaining: "I would like a good steak with onions, a well-roasted meat, but what we have here are potatoes. There are spices here, but what's the point, I don't know how to cook!".
Any, hearing the pirate's complaint, takes advantage of the situation to say: "Cod, I can help you" Any giving a beautiful smile on that Hawaiian face, tanned face and beautiful long black hair. cod looks at Any and asks;" Do you know how to cook?" Any Kalahura replies: "Yes, I do. I'm very gifted. I know how to make each stew!" A small detail. As time passed, with cod watching Any Kalahura, she moved her hands in a way to loosen the ropes that tied her. One hand was parallel to the other, with the ropes joining the hands in a knot. But little by little Any managed to loosen the ropes.
Any: "I know how to cook, but, you're going to have to untie me." Codfish: "No! you'll want to escape!" Any:"I'm not going to try to run away. I immersed myself in this adventure and I will go through it until the end" We now ask the readers; Will Any Kalahura be able to win the trust of cod? Will she be able to escape? We'll see in part 2
 
Name: Ana Maria Bandeira
Age: 39 years old
Nationality: Brazilian
Profession: Lawyer, environmentalist and naturist.
Brazilian state where he was born: Rio de Janeiro, carioca.
Height 1,,68 cm
Weight: 50 kilos
Skin color: Light brunette
Hair: Curly and short.
Breasts: Round and medium.

Pubic region: very hairy and beautiful.

I want to clarify that this character is fictional. Such a woman does not exist.
 
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