Leopard Girl

Chapter 10

It had been the worst night of her life.  The other tribe had returned, this time under the cover of darkness.  They had crept into the village and gone directly to the chief’s hut.  They silently entered and then attacked.

Jill had tried to cry out for help but she had been silenced by a hand over her mouth.  She struggled and jabbed her elbows back, trying to hurt the raider who held her but two others quickly grabbed her flailing arms.  She watched with horror as the others stabbed their blades into the chief and his other main girl, knowing surely that they had been murdered.  And then she was carried back to the beach where she was bound and stuffed into a canoe.

She remained that way through the night as the men paddled.  She sobbed as she thought about her poor chief and wondered if this would have happened if she had not been there.  This was another reason not to do immersion research.  She would add this to her next lecture…. if she got out of this alive.

She tried to protest several times but each time she did, she was savagely kicked by the male in the back of the canoe.  She lifted her head to see if she could tell where they were or where they were going.  The male in the front of the canoe smashed his paddle down on top of her head, almost causing her to pass out.  She remained silent and very still after that.  They arrived at their destination at mid morning.

One male grabbed her under the armpits while a second one grabbed her bound ankles.  They carried her to the sand and then dumped her unceremoniously onto the ground.  A rope was tied to the rope binding her ankles and then she was dragged several hundred yards into their village.

There was a lot of whooping and hollering and many of the males pranced around her prone body in a kind of war dance or victory celebration.  This tribe also spoke Incunu so she could make out that she was a war prize and now was their slave.  There was an argument about who would own her but one of the males tabled the debate and declared that the chief would decide.

Jill was dragged to her feet and led to a post.  Her wrists were untied and then raised above her head and tied to the top of the pole.  They untied her ankles and pulled her legs apart, tying them to stakes that had been sunk in the ground.  She was left in the hot sun, vulnerable and exposed, stretched tightly, and utterly defenseless.  The mighty Leopard Girl was now a lowly slave.  She sobbed with tears rolling down her cheeks.

Throughout the day, she was raped and brutally treated.  Any male that walked by took advantage of her helplessness and fucked her.  Even boys availed themselves of her charms, although some of them had to pull over a log to stand on to reach her pussy.  The women, who wore loincloths in this tribe, unlike her own tribe, seemed to enjoy tormenting her breasts.  None of them were very well endowed themselves and seemed to be fascinated with the large breasts of the redheaded white woman.  She inherited a new name from one of the women and it gained acceptance among the rest of the tribe.  She was now “Spotted Udders.”

The women sucked on the luscious breasts and spanked them and punched them.  Some grabbed her nipples and stretched them away from her chest while others bounced them up and down, seemingly amused by how they jiggled.

This tribe might share a common language with her own tribe, that that was where the similarity ended.  They were crude and rude and brutal.  She saw nothing of the loving, caring tenderness that she so admired in her own tribe.

At the end of the day, a coffle of other slaves was paraded back into the village, led by two males with bows and machetes.  Jill assumed that all of them were also slaves and she saw that all of them were women.  They were also attractive women and several of them were indeed beautiful.  Two of them were oriental, probably Japanese.  Four of them were black.  And five of them were white, although they were darkly tanned now.  Their bodies were fit, probably from working, and they were all naked but for the rope that led from one to another and was tied around their necks and the ropes that bound their wrists together.

Jill was finally released from the post and was tied at the end of the coffle.  Then the coffle was led into the jungle.  Jill wanted to ask questions but did not want to incur the wrath of the guards, so she remained silent.  She could ask questions later.

They reached a clearing where three large cages sat on the ground.  The girls were released one by one and pushed roughly into the cages until each one held four naked females.  The cages were then lifted by ropes slung over tree limbs until all three cages were about six feet off the ground.  Then the guards left.

“How long will they leave us here?” asked Jill.  Most of the other women did not speak English but two did.  One of the Orientals was from California and one of the brunettes was from England.

“Until morning,” replied the Californian.

“But what about food?” asked Jill.

“We get fed in the morning and then again in the middle of the afternoon.  We go to bed hungry.  It’s like that every day.”

“Oh god,” groaned Jill.  “I haven’t eaten since yesterday.  I’m so hungry.”

“Sorry, hun,” consoled the Brit who was in the same cage as Jill.  “That’s the way they do things here.  Every day it’s the same.”

Jill had tons of questions and the two English speakers did their best to answer them.  She learned that they worked each day picking fruit which the tribe sold to the mainland.  Each morning, a boat arrived on the other side of the island to collect what was picked the day before.

She learned that Jackie, the Oriental, had been a student working on an archaeological dig on a nearby island when she had been captured.  The others in her party had been killed during the raid.  She had been the sole survivor and had been taken into slavery.

“How long ago was that?” asked Jill.

“I don’t know,” replied Jackie.  “A long time ago.  Maybe two years?”  Jill groaned at that news.  These people played for keeps.  Everything seemed so hopeless.

Emily was the Brit and she had been vacationing with her husband.  They had rented a sailboat and had made the mistake of anchoring for the night in one of the island’s many coves.  The tribe had boarded their boat, taken it to deep water, and scuttled it.  She was taken into slavery.

“What happened to your husband?” Jill asked.  “Did he survive?”

“For a little bit,” Emily replied.  “Then they ate him.”

Jill gasped.  “Ohmigod!!!”

“They have no use for males other than as a food source.  They eat all of the ones that they catch.”

Jill gasped again.  “That’s horrible!!!” she groaned.  These people were definitely not like her tribe.

Jill gave Emily a hug, trying to console her over the loss of her husband.  After Emily told her how they had disemboweled and roasted him, she could not believe that the petite, brunette was holding up so well.  But she supposed that time healed all wounds, as her grandmother used to say. She just hoped that time would heal the wounds of the loss of her chief and of her freedom.

They talked for a bit longer and then one of the males from the tribe walked past the cages.  He shouted for them to be quiet and sleep.  Jill shouted back in Incunu.  “We are too hungry to sleep.  Bring us your chief to eat.”

The male laughed and banged his bow against the cage, telling them again to sleep.  The girls in the cages all turned to Jill in amazement.  “You speak this language?”

“Yes, of course I do,” she replied.

“But how?” they asked.  “And why have you only been speaking English?”

“English is my native tongue,” she explained.  “And it never occurred to me that any of you would understand Incunu.”  All of them did speak the local language but one.  The beautiful blonde did not speak Incunu or English.  Emily explained that she thought the girl might be Russian and had been newly captured.

They spoke Incunu from then on.  They all wanted to know how Jill came to be captive with them.  She did not know how much she could trust all of the girls so she only told them part of the story.

“I was asleep,” she started.  “I was sleeping soundly with my chief.  They sneaked up on us, killed my chief and killed my sister.  They took me and brought me here.”

“Are you a katahua?” asked one of the girl.

“Yes,” replied Jill.  “I am katahua.”  This caused several of the girls to gasp in unison.  It was unheard of for a tribe to steal a katahua from another tribe.  It was even more unheard of for a katahua to be a white girl.

“I’m surprised,” said Jackie.  “They always just raid to get native girls.  They use them as nursemaids and breeders.  I have never known them to raid for a white girl.  They just end up with us by accident and then just use us for labor.”

“Maybe it was too dark for them to tell the difference,” replied Jill.  “They are probably regretting their decision.”

“Well, it’s for certain they won’t use you sexually,” said Emily.  “They use the native girls freely but they have no interest in us.”

Jill just stared at her incredulously.  After having been continually raped by every male between the ages of ten and seventy, she couldn’t believe that Emily could say something like that.  “Then what exactly would you call what they did to me today?” asked Jill.

“What did they do to you?”

“They raped me!” exclaimed Jill.  “All of them did!  Over and over again!!!”

“Wow,” responded Emily.  “I have no idea what is going on.”

The next day was a repeat for Jill.  The twelve of them were fed and the other eleven were marched off to pick fruit for the day.  Jill was taken back to the post in the center of the village and bound the same way she had been the day before.  Then the raping started anew.

It was harder this day.  On her first day, adrenalin had been rushing through her veins from the capture and the uncertainty that lay ahead of her.  That must have caused some form of arousal because she had been lubricated.  Today, there was no excitement or arousal; only dread.  She was dry.  The first male to use her found out the hard way.  He tried to plunge into her but could only get in an inch before her dry vaginal walls abraded his cock painfully.  He kept trying but finally gave up, slapping Jill across the cheek and making her see stars.

A second male tried with the same results and she was slapped hard again.  Then, one of the women had an idea.  She picked up a banana and coated it with coconut oil.  She jammed it roughly into Jill’s sex, causing her to cry out but the woman managed to get it all the way in.  Then she pulled it out, coated it again, and sank it home again.  This time, she pumped it in and out a few times before declaring that the girl was ready.  Then she was raped and raped and raped throughout the day.  The coconut oil did the trick for the first one.  After that, the semen from predecessors provided ample lubrication for those who followed.

To Jill, it seemed to be just an exercise in humiliation.  The males did not show any real interest in her.  She suspected that they were just doing the job they had been assigned.  Some of the boys seemed to show at least a little interest because they suckled on her full breasts as they pumped their tiny cocks into her.  The women were like the men.  They abused her breasts but did not really play with them.  They would slap them or punch them as they passed by on their way to do something more important.

Each day, this routine was repeated and each night she was returned to the cage where the other girls comforted her.  They also comforted each other and the gentle sounds of love making filled the air in their clearing in the jungle.  Nobody tried to have sex with Jill, though.  She obviously had enough sexual activity during the day.

On the fourth night of her captivity, she finally told the girls the rest of her story.  She told them about the raid.  “I don’t know if this is the same tribe that raided us, but I assume it is.  I think they are just seeking vengeance.”

The other girl gained newfound respect for their fellow slave.  Not only was she a katahua, which placed her near the top of the pecking order, but she was also Leopard Girl.  Everyone pitched in to make her life as comfortable as possible when she wasn’t being brutally raped.

Jill lost track of the days but she knew that it had been over a week since she had been captured.  Still, they continued her nonstop rapings every day and she wondered if this would be her lot for the rest of her life.  Surely they would grow tired of her body at some point.  But what would happen then?  Would they kill her or just have her become a fruit collector?

Chapter 11

It was shortly after midday and one of the youth had his cock imbedded in her vagina which had already been lubricated with the sperm of over a dozen other males.  She looked down and saw the boy suckling on her breast and thought about her nursing duties back in her tribe.  How different the tribes were, she thought again.

All of a sudden, she heard arrows whizzing by her and saw a male go down nearby.  Two more males quickly fell and she heard one of them cry out for help.  Another male approached her with a drawn knife and told the boy to back away.  She knew that this was the end of her.  He held the blade to her throat but then cried out.  She saw the arrow sticking through his neck as he crumpled to the ground.

The sound of stampeding feet was heard behind her but when she craned her neck around, she couldn’t see anything.  Then, suddenly, they burst into the village from all sides.  She recognized them immediately and breathed a sigh of relief.  Her tribe had come to rescue her.

Arrows were still flying and the males of the other tribe were falling quickly.  The raid had been a complete surprise and they had no time to prepare to defend.  Then, the chief appeared before her and she fainted.  She had seen him murdered in his hut!  There was no way that he could be here.

When she awoke, she was lying on a sleeping mat and was free of her bindings.  The chief was standing above her with his arms crossed and was smiling down at her.  A large bandage was wrapped around his chest and others were wound around an arm and a thigh.  “I came for my Leopard Girl,” he said.  Hal was standing beside him with his bow still in his hand.

“Thank the gods,” she uttered.  She started to get up but the chief placed his foot on her chest, pushing her back down to protect her as she had done to him during the first raid.

“Not yet, my katahua.  They already tried to kill you once.  Stay down until we have cleared their nest.”  The chief continued to scan the village, seeing his tribe chasing the other and seeing some of the enemy escaping into the jungle.  Finally, when he deemed it to be safe, he took his foot off of her.

Jill scrambled to her feet and gave her chief a hug, which caused him to wince.  “Sorry.  I wasn’t thinking,” she said.  “But thank you for rescuing me, my savior.”

“Nobody takes my property, girl,” he replied.  And for once, she was delighted to be considered property.

After they cleared the village, the chief declared that it was time to return home.  Jill remembered the other girls and asked that they be rescued.  The chief was not interested in any more foreign girls.  But when Jill picked up a bow and a quiver of arrows from a fallen enemy and started to head out of camp to rescue the girls herself, he relented.

Jill had no idea where to find the girls so they wandered for a bit.  Eventually, however, they did spot them in a little valley, collecting berries and being guarded by a dozen or so warriors.  The chief created a plan and everyone got into position.  Again, Jill was allowed to fight.

And again, they had the element of surprise in their favor.  The first three guards went down before they knew what was happening.  Another one fled into the jungle.  But the others stood their ground and fought.  Another guard was killed as the skirmishing continued.

Finally, it became clear to the guards that they were outnumbered and were about to lose.  One of the guards grabbed Emily and held a knife to her throat, obviously trying to use her to bargain with or as a human shield.

This infuriated Jill and she broke from cover and raced toward the guard, shrieking out a war cry.  The guard stood his ground and pressed the blade tighter against Emily’s throat, slicing the skin and causing Emily to cry out.  Seeing the little trickle of blood dripping down Emily’s neck was all it took for Jill.  She nocked her arrow and aimed, watching the arrow go cleanly through the center of the guard’s forehead.

Once again, a naked woman with breasts bobbing wildly had led an attack.  And once again, she had been victorious.  The only difference was that this time, the woman wore leopard spots.  The other enemy quickly fled into the safety of the jungle.

Emily fainted from the ordeal and from seeing Jill’s arrow coming at her.  Jill got to her just in time to catch her and gently laid her on the ground.  The other slavegirls quickly surrounded Jill and jabbered quickly and loudly, thanking her for rescuing them.  She smiled and then went to her chief who was standing nearby.  “These are the ones who rescued you.  This is my tribe.”

Again, there was a flurry of Incunu thank-yous as the girls started jabbering again.  Emily came to and was helped to her feet, touching her body all over to figure out where the arrow had pierced her.

“You have to stop doing that,” scolded the chief.

“Sorry, my savior,” replied Jill as she sank to her knees and kissed his hand.  “I don’t know what gets into me.”

“It’s the leopard inside of you,” he said.  “But try to be more careful from now on.”

“Yes, my savior.”

Chapter 12

They had not brought enough canoes for the party that they were returning with so they relieved the enemy village of some of theirs.  The girls were divided up amongst the canoes and were each paired with an Incunu warrior.  They were also enlisted to share in the paddling.

Jill rode with the chief and one other Incunu.  Because of the chief’s wounds, he was unable to do any of the paddling himself.  They set off on the long journey home.

“I thought you were dead, my savior,” said Jill as they started their trip.

“I was hurt but I lived.  Your sister lived also but she was hurt badly.”

Jill breathed a sigh of relief to know that her katahua sister was also alive.  It was turning out to be a happy ending.  The chief sat facing Jill.  He loved watching her muscles straining and her breasts swaying with every movement.  He knew that he had the best katahua in the world.

“What are you going to do with your new girls?” he asked.

“Oh, I hadn’t thought about it,” she responded.  “But they aren’t my girls.”

“You led the attack,” he said.  “You claimed them.  They belong to you now.”

“Wait!” she said after his words sank in.  “I didn’t think that women could own anything.”

“Leopard Girl is no ordinary woman,” he replied.  “Leopard Girl can own whatever she claims.”

“Oh,” replied Jill.  Now she knew for sure that her immersion into their culture was changing it.  “I think that I should release them.”

“That decision is yours,” he responded.  “But be careful.  Some of them might not want to be released.  And some of them might not be ready to return to their other lives.”

“Oh,” was all she said.  They rode in silence for a long time and the chief just watched the breasts swaying back and forth with a smile on his face.

By the time they reached their island, Jill decided on a course of action.  She would offer them a choice.  Each one could decide for herself.  They could be released and return to their former lives.  Or they could remain with the Incunu.  She could not imagine any of them staying behind but, if they chose to, they could stay as long as they agreed to live as the Incunu did.

Jill gathered the girls in front of the chief’s hut.  It was the first time she had entered the village without having her wrists bound behind her back.  All of the others were bound.  She explained their options with her hands on her hips.  She was not quite sure how to describe it to the Russian girl but she would deal with that later.  She spoke in the Incunu tongue to the others.

Most of them were excited and grateful to Jill.  Not only had she rescued them from that awful tribe but she was giving them back their freedom.  Transportation was quickly arranged for nine of them and clothing was made so that they could at least travel.  Hal arranged a satellite connection with the university and was able to get another professor to translate for the Russian.  She too decided to return home and she was quickly sent on her way.  Only Emily decided to stay.  She said that she had no life to return to.  Jill decided not to push her.  She said that the cute little Brit could stay with the tribe until it was time for Jill to leave.  Then Jill would ask her again.  She could go home or remain permanently with the tribe.

“Now you have a katauha, Leopard Girl,” said the chief after the Russian had been sent on her way.

Jill blinked.  “I do?” she asked incredulously.  “What about me?”

“Oh, you are still my katahua,” he smiled as he reached out and held her breasts.  “But now you have your own.  I hope you will share her with me.”

“Of course I will, my savior,” she responded.  In actuality, she was eager to share Emily with the chief.  Her sister katahua would be out of action for several more weeks.  And Jill’s sex was still raw from the week of nonstop rapes.  It would be several more days before she would be able to service the chief.

Emily turned out to be an energetic sexual partner.  It had been quite some time since she had felt a cock and she enthusiastically impaled herself on the chief’s at every opportunity.  Jill loved watching and, as s dutiful katahua, she assisted with the coupling.  She would grasp the chief’s cock and guide it into her own katahua and then would play with Emily’s breasts or asshole or clit while they fucked.

When they got back to the village, Hal had recommended that they cut the trip short and return home.  He knew that Jill must be traumatized by her ordeal.  Jill would have nothing to do with that idea, though.  In fact, she insisted on extending the trip to make up for the time she had lost while being held prisoner.  Hal was easily persuaded.  He was very much enjoying his own katahua and had expanded his harem during Jill’s captivity.  His sperm was being thoroughly drained by his girls.

But eventually it did become time to leave.  Jill’s spots had faded but were not completely gone.  She would just have to pick her wardrobe carefully once she got back to the university.  The spots on her legs meant that she would probably be wearing a lot of pantsuits for the foreseeable future.

Emily was torn in her decision.  She still felt that she had no life to return to.  She did like the tribe and was inclined to stay there.  But what she really wanted was to go with Jill and continue to be her katahua.  She had grown to love Leopard Girl.

Jill could not imagine how that would work.  She already had a husband.  She already had an owner.  How could she own someone herself?

Hal solved the problem by offering to own Emily.  Emily was delighted that she would be able to remain near Jill.  Hal was delighted because he would be able to own the beautiful little Brit.  He had not yet even sampled her charms but he had listened to her sexual performances with the chief and knew that she must be a little spitfire in bed.  Jill was not delighted but she was happy for Emily that she had come up with a solution that would make her happy.  Plus, this solution would relieve Jill of some of the burden of servicing the very horny Hal.

Two days before they were to depart, another boy was initiated into manhood.  Jill watched Emily’s reaction as the chief held Jill in front of him and toyed with her breasts.  That seemed to be his favorite pastime during these rituals.  Jill had to chuckle a few times as she saw Emily’s eyes fly wide open at times or saw her face scrunch up in a grimace.  Then, after the vigil on the point, the chief recommended to Jill that she have her own katahua complete the initiation.

Jill pointed out that Emily did not yet fully understand the culture.  He only replied that “she sure knows how to fuck, though.  The boy will be a man by the time she’s finished with him…  if he survives.”  Emily and the boy were both grinning from ear to ear when she brought him back to the center of the village at the end of the day.

The day that they left, the chief had another surprise for Jill.  He had Jill’s spots freshened, much to her dismay.  Just as they were fading, she was to be marked anew.  But she could not refuse.  The spots were meant as an honor and it would be an insult to refuse.  She wished she had brought different outfits to travel in, though.  She had an open neck blouse and a skirt.  Some of the spots on her chest were visible, as were the ones running down her leg.  She had given her other travel outfit to Emily but it was no more concealing.  She would just have to endure the stares along the way.

Chapter 13

Fresh posters of Leopard Girl adorned the campus when they returned.  Either Hal had sent pictures ahead of time, which she could easily imagine him doing, or someone had hacked into the server.  Either way, the damage was done.  It showed her standing authoritatively with her hands on her hips.  The leopard spots were clearly seen running diagonally across her naked body and down her leg.  Her hair was a wild mane of red.  The backs of other naked girls of various sizes and colors could be seen in front of her.  This picture had obviously been taken when she was telling her girls about their opportunity for freedom.

Again, her lecture halls were filled to overflowing.  She gave up her plan to hide her spots since everyone had already seen them in the poster and just wore whatever she felt like.  She also decided to get back to combing her hair more slowly than she did after her first trip.  She would occasionally comb out her locks but, on most days, wore her hair as the wild mane she had on the island.

She had a lot of adjustments to make.  At first, she was having difficulty getting back to wearing clothes.  She had grown accustomed to being naked during her latest trip and enjoyed the freedom.  Her clothes chafed and irritated her for the first week.  The shoes were especially bad and the bras were like torture.  She gave up wearing both and could be seen walking barefoot through the campus with her large, heavy breasts moving seductively beneath her blouse or jacket.

Having the freedom of her hands was another adjustment.  They had been bound behind her back almost the entire time she was on the island.  Now she never knew what to do with them.  Her solution was to just clasp her hands behind her back as she walked or stood.  This delighted the males and some of the females on campus because it thrust her delicious breasts forward, making them even more prominent than they were before.

But the worst adjustment was the cameras.  Everyone seemed to have one and all of the lenses seemed to be pointed at her.  It was like being constantly surrounded by paparazzi.

She did settle back into her old life with those minor adjustments, though.  She was once again Dr. Wallings and was not sure that Leopard Girl would ever reemerge.

Emily took up residence at Hal’s and became a consistent addition to the club’s gatherings.  Jill was surprised at how easily Emily adjusted to her life as a slavegirl, but she did seem to take to it readily.

Jill had taken a shine to the cute British girl.  She was always so enthusiastic about everything and took delight in every new discovery and adventure.  Jill supposed that kind of thing happened to some people after all that Emily had been through.  Either they would be thrown into a deep depression or they would get a new lease on life.  Emily definitely was the latter and she was living life to the fullest.

She also turned out to be a favorite at the hunts.  Jill and Charity were still highly prized but so was Emily.  Jill found it amusing that, at Emily’s first hunt, five different hunters had been stalking her.  As she stepped into a clearing, all five shot her.  She was a multicolor mess and an argument broke out among the hunters over who should own her. Finally, a judge was called in to sort it out.  But even that didn’t help.  When Emily said that she couldn’t tell what part of her body had been hit first and that it felt like all of the shots hit her at the same time, she was cleaned up and sent out to be bagged again.

It took no time for another hunter to claim her and she was the first catch of the day.  As entertainment that night, she was mounted by a Great Dane and fucked before the audience.  She was thrilled by the exciting day and climaxed twice during the bestiality and countless other times when she was alone with the master who had claimed her for the night.

One of the advantages of having Emily around was that Jill was not summoned nearly as often.  Apparently, Emily was keeping Hal sufficiently satisfied sexually.  And her husband was rarely called.  Every five or six weeks, he would be summoned and used but Jill was convinced that this was just to remind him who the boss was.  As a result of Emily’s presence, Jill’s life returned to near normalcy.

But it wasn’t completely normal.  While Hal may not have used her as frequently, he still exercised his property rights over her and would often loan her to other dominants.  He even threatened to loan her outside of the circle of dominant friends.  One time, when she was arguing with him over something, he told her to shut up or he would loan her to one of the fraternities on campus.  That ended the argument immediately.

But life was starting to become more normal.  She could have her Saturday picnics or go sailing with her husband.  It was as good as it could get until their term of slavery ended two years from now.

To be continued