It was our third day in the luxurious Bunduro Safari Lodge in South Africa. My wife and I we were on a game watching trip in the early morning and then we had a good breakfast in the restaurant of the lodge. As we were a little exhausted and sleepy after the early morning trip we went back to our luxurious lodge apartment for a well merited and joyfull rest. But we had just entered our room when suddenly we found ourselves at knifepoint, menaced by a masked intruder. Completely appalled we raised up our hands and were trembling in our whole body
My wife: For heavens sake. Who are you...? What...What...?
The intruder: Shut up. No move, no cry...
My wife: Whatever you say. Just don't do us any harm.
The intruder: Shut up, I say. And now move your fat tourist asses to the bedpost and cross your wrists behind. Move! Do it!
My wife and I, we did what we were told to do. Trembling with fear we stood with our back against the bedposts, our wrists crossed behind, at the compete mercy of our captor. Then we heard a taunting laughter...
The intruder: Well, well, I see you too have some special passion, hahahah. Lot of ropes and scarves. Exactly what I need. You're lucky. Hahaha. And now tell me where you've got your fucking cash. Spit it out!
My wife: Listen, we we've got some tip money in the pockets of our blouses and shirts. It's in our luggage. Take it all, but please, please, spare us.
The indruder: Don't worry Mrs Wimp. I'll give you fucking pervert tourist asholes just the treatment you deserve. Coming to Africa for joy and fun and still behaving like colonialists. Stealing all the wealth of the African people. Making us slaves. You see. Someone has to pay the bill, hahaha. And you're just right, hahaha...
Our captor approached us and several loops of rope were wound around our fear-trembling bodies. Then some panties of my wife were stuffed into our mouth and we were gagged with our scarves. We suffered it all in complete surrender and submission and were praying all the time and we knew deep in our heart that or captor was right, for all what the so called civilized white man had done to Africa and the African people and is still doing today. We were there for a romantic safari adventure, for holiday and fun and pleasure, there where the natives who were attending us and a lot of the tourists had still a colonialist behaviour and were thinking that the things were all right as thy were. We felt guilty and we knew that in some kind we were really deserving the treatment we were receiving and even so, we prayed for mercy, we wanted to be spared and moaned and whimpered desperately into our gags. After having tied up and gagged us thoroughly, our captor searched our luggage and actually found some tip cash in some of the pockest of our safari shirts and blouses. Then he came back to us. First he fondled and frisked my wife and took some tip money out of the chest pocket of her blouse. Then he fondled her breast for some time.
"MMMMMH. UMMMMMPH. MMMMH
"Calm down, tourist bitch. I guess you even like it, hahaha. Take it as a lesson you'll never forget"
Then he went over to me. I was also frisked and then he put his knife against my throat and with the other had he gripped my balls and my cock which had become quite hard.
"Ummmmph. MMMMMMMH"
"Well, well. Mr. Wimp. I guess, you too, you'll never forget this little adventure, will you, hahaha! Well, what shall I do with you?
What do you say? I don't understand you, hahaha!"
Then, finally, it was all over. Our captor left us behind, competely humiliated, but thanks God unharmed. We waited for some time to be sure that are captor had really head off and then we started to struggle desperately against our tight bonds and gags.
In vain, it took actually still two hours before we were found by some of the lodge attendants who found us and freed us out off our bondage. We learned that two other tourist couples had been assaulted, too.
My wife and I, we took some time to come over the experience and we prayed a lot and tried to pardon our captor, but mainly we prayed for Africa and the African people and that the so called civilized world find a way for real justice for all people on the earth and for a global economic system which provides good life conditions and fairly shared wealth for all human beings...
Missionary couple Helma Christina and Henry George Saint Templar have heard about a weird jungle witch who does a lot of black magic in a region not far away from their mission station. They pray a lot to neutralize the effects of the witch's black magig and one day they decide to go to see the witch and to have a serious talk with her. But when they approach the witch's hut they are trapped and findthemselves severly gagged and bound to a stake in the jungle witch's hut. The completely powerless missionary couple struggles in vain against their tight bondage and moans and whimpers desperately into their gags. Even in complete distress they still trust in the Lord and hope and pray that some divine intervention will save them out off the clutches of the evil woman...
My wife and I, we were on a safari vacation in Kenia and had already done some exciting safaris in several national parks. Now we were in a lodge near Malindi and we had booked a day trip to some famous jungle ruins. It was an old Arabian jungle town which had be abandoned from one day to the other by all its habitants in the 16th century. It was a really mysterious place with a very special atmosphere and some natives even said that the place was cursed. Our guid had showed us already all interesting places but some us of asked him to give us some extra-time to explore the place at our own and so we agreed that we would all meet at the entrance of the ruins about 2 hours later. My wife and I, we were quite fascinated and even a little aroused by the special atmosphere of the place. Of course we were wearing our full safari outfit and we felt us like real jungle explorers and we were even more then a little aroused while walking through the old stones and we would have liked to kiss each other in one of the ruins or even more, but we were joined by our Italian travel mate Estrella who was a single and as good Christians we spend a lot of time with here to keep her company. So we three were exploring the old ruins and were to head off for the exit as it was already time to leave when we suddenly heard a sharp voice behind us:
"Psst. No move. Keep quite and put your hand's up"
My wife, our travel mate Estrella and I, we were so completely taken by surprise that we needed some moments to become aware what actually was occuring to us. Nobody of us dared to turn around. Actually, our captor came closer and his sharp voice became even more menacing:
"Hand's up, I say. One cry, one false move and I'll slaughter you. Move to the woods. Move I say! Do it! Now!"
We were too scared to even think in any resistance. We raised up our hands and very soon we had reached the woods which were surrounding the jungle ruins. After five minutes of silent walk we were out of sight in the midst of deep woodland...
"Well. Guess thats far enough. Now put your purses down, move your fucking fat tourist asses against the trees there and cross your hands behind . What are you waiting for? Do it."
My wife was the only one who dared to speak to our captor of whom up to now we hadn't seen the slightest glance:
"What ever you say. Take what ever you want, but for heavens sake don't do us any harm!"
" We'll see, tourist bitch. I only hope for you that you've brought enough cash to this place..."
Once again we did exactly what we were told to do. We put our purses down and we moved with our back to some trees and crossed our hands behind. I was the first to be bound. My wrist were tied and then a piece of rope were wounded several times around my chest and belly. Then our captor took off my scarf and used it too gag me. Our travel mate Estrella was next while my wife with her wrists crossed behind the tree, waiting in complete surrender and submission for her turn...
A few moments later all three of us were tightly bound and gagged with our own scarves. But our bondage ordeal was yet not over and the most humiliating was still to come. I was the first to be fondled and frisked and he took some tipp money out off each pocket of my safari shirt. And when he frisked the pockets of my trouser he became aware that my cock had become quite hard and he noticed it and gave a firm grip to my cock and my balls and I couldn't stand it any longer and jerked off.
"Well, I see, Mr. Wimp. you're enjoying the party. Very wise of you not to try to be a hero. So the two ladies will enjoy your company for much more time, haha.
My wife and our travel mate Estrella sufferd also some quite humiliating fondling and frisking. Thanks Got we had a good amount of tip money in the pockets of our shirts and in our purses so that our captor finally went off, apparently quite satisfied with his prey.
We stay I guess for some more twenty minutes gagged and tied up against the trees before we finally were discovered and freed by our guide and some of our travel mates. Apperently the robber had left the place without trying to rob the others, too.
We returned to our jungle lodge and my wife and I we admitted each other that being roobed, tied up and gagged in an ancient and mysterious jungle town had been a very scaring experience, but a very, very arousing, too, and we were quite glad to have it survived and we had a quite pleasant night remembering our experience...
