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...
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