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Lost in the Jungle
🕑 Added 2021-02-28 11:04:12 +0000 UTC“Stupid, stupid stupid.” Leslie muttered to herself.
Pushing her way through the thick jungle foliage she fought back tears trying to figure out what brought her out here to this accursed place.
“A nice happy rainforest adventure looking after the wildlife, yeah good idea Casey.” She said out loud cursing her friend.
It was her stupid idea and as usual she followed because she was incapable of saying her mind or doing anything for herself. She didn’t want to go to the rainforest, she hated humid weather, the heat, sweat and sticky feeling. It was gross, she wanted to be home in her room where it was winter, under her comforter. But that was a whole world away now, instead here she was on a month long gap year trip before college in the middle of a Brazilian rainforest.
“Stick to the tour group, don’t lose track of your guide, if you do use the satellite phone.” Leslie paused for the up tenth time, taking out the yellow phone and shaking it.
“Maybe if the FUCKEN THING WORKED.” She shouted resisting the temptation to smash it against a a tree.
Her sudden outburst caused a flock of birds to fly away high above the jungle canopy, if only she could do that. Pausing for a moment she took out her map and compass from her rucksack in an attempt to regain her bearings. She looked at it, studying it closely and tracing her finger toward a river she was looking for. If she made it there all she needed to do was follow it East back to their camp. Eventually she screwed up the map, shoving the crumpled paper into her rucksack in frustration.
“I’m going to die out here.” She admitted, wiping away a tear with her muddy hand.
In one final moment of strength she regained her composure, inhaling deeply Leslie relaxed herself. The feeling was fleeting thought once she took a look at her watch that revealed she was only a couple of hours away from nightfall. That was it, she fell to her knees and bawled her eyes out.
“SOMEONE PLEASE…..HELP ME…” She cried out, hoping for someone to burst from the trees and rescue her.
For a moment she thought her preyers were answered, she snapped around at the sound of twigs breaking close by.
“H…helllo?” She asked much quieter this time.
Her heart thumped in her chest loudly, what if it was an animal, jaguar, python, any of the predators that lined parts of these forests. She was shaking violently, her eyes widened as she waited, frozen in place for whatever was approaching her to reveal itself.
“C…..cannibal.” It was the first thing she thought out loud, she heard of these groups undisturbed for generations. Now this was it, the pearly whites of their eyes was the first thing she saw, they were bright beacons of light in contrast to the woman dark skin. She immediately recognised the person as a woman, the fact she was only covered by a thin cloth across her breasts and crotch. She carried a large whicker basket in her arms, filled to the brim with reeds. The woman looked as surprised to see Leslie as she was to see her. She carefully lowered her basket before slowly moving towards her. Leslie pushed out her arm and tried shimmying her way backward.
“No please, don’t hurt me, don’t eeeeaaatttttmeeeeeeee.” she wailed.
The woman either didn’t recognise what she was saying or didn’t care and continued moving over to the sobbing girl who was hunched over in the dirt. On reflex Leslie let go of her bladder, fear taking over and holding a firm grip on her. She hardly felt the need, too focused on the woman to notice the warm wetness rapidly filling her cargo pants and spilling through the seems. The woman noticed her sorry state, she slowed her approach slowly crab walking she reached her hand out and touched hers. Leslie yelped and slapped it away.
“Please.” She whimpered desperately, a snot bubble running down her nose.
The woman stepped over her, brushing away her hands effortlessly she grabbed hold of her face in both hands, studying her intensely. Leslie didn’t resist, she had no fight in her anymore, she just hoped whatever this woman had planned for her, it would be quick. The woman reached down and took out a small primitive blade. Leslie screamed as she took the blade to her shirt it was the last thing she remembered before passing out.
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Leslie woke sometime later after being shaken awake. She focused on what was going on, quickly realising the woman was carrying her like a newborn completely nude. She clutched on tightly as she watched the faces of all the tribesmen watching them walk through their camp with intrigue. A few steeped closer to them but she shooed them away. The way the woman clung to her was with such care and strength, maybe she wasn’t going to eat her. Finally the woman stopped infant of a small river depositing Leslie into the waters. She didn’t want to let go but allowed herself to be lowered down. The woman quickly set about cleaning her, gently pouring water over her head and wiping out all the mud and dirt.
Finally after a through scrubbing she was fully cleaned. Leslie couldn’t help but notice the small audience she had gathered, they spoke amongst themselves and to the woman in a language she had never heard of before. Another older woman walked over handing a hand woven blanket which the woman used to dry Leslie. She made sure to wipe every drop, having no modesty for the woman reaching in between her legs and cleaning between her but cheeks. Now mostly dry the woman smiled, Leslie allowed herself to be picked up again and she wrapped her arms around the woman’s neck as she carried her, her arms under her bottom as support back across the camp into a spacious looking straw hut.
It was very simple, yet had a rustic charm to it, it wasn’t as primitive as Leslie was expecting. There was stone cookware and a make shift stove, wooden tables a set of beds and blankets and rugs wrapped across the room. She gently placed Leslie on the bed laying her down across it. She left her in that position for only a moment quickly returning with large a bundle of cloth. She put the bundle down next to her and grabbed her ankles.
“W…what are you doing.” Leslie muttered.
The woman ‘tsk’ed her, slapping her thigh gently but hard enough that Leslie got the message. She raised her bottom and allowed the woman to slide the bundle underneath her, as she lowered back down onto the pile she was well aware that this was a diaper she was about to be wrapped in. The woman grabbed a jar from the lowest shelf and dipped her fingers into a white paste that she quickly lathered across Leslies front and bottom. It was an oddly cool sensation and she could help let out a giggle as she squirmed around like a worm. The woman ignored her shuffling and firmly brought the bundle to the front and wrapped it around her swaddling the cloth into an obnoxiously thick diaper. Leslie couldn’t help but admire how she did it with such expertise and a gently touch, even without the aid of diaper pins.
The woman took a seat next to her and Leslie continued her no resistance policy and scooted onto the woman lap as she pulled her over. As the pulled the wrap across her chest away freeing her large bosom she knew what was coming next. After a gentle coaxing Leslie eagerly latched onto the woman’s breast feeling the warm milk flow into her mouth, leaving her with a sweet taste like a cantaloupe. She relaxed, not even flinching as her bladder released itself and she quickly soaked the cloth diaper wrapped around her. She had recognised the river that she had been bathed it, if she followed it eventually she would reach their camp. She also could hear a crackling coming from the satellite phone in her ruck sack in the corner of her room. She could leave when she wanted, but did she, there was no hurry.
This tribe was clearly well known and just kept to themselves from the rest of the world, she could just let them know she was ok then stay for as long as she wanted too, she still had a month before she was due back home. Maybe she would stay here longer, this woman and her seemed to be equally attached to each other. This trip turned out to be alright after all.
