Somewhere in a game reserve in East Africa. My wife and I were on a walking safari together with our American friends Ginger and Ed and our female guide Joy Ngege. It was our last day in the lodge and we were very glad to have decided to continue our safari holiday after having been surprised, tied up, gagged and robbed by an intruder just the first morning after our arrival. We had already seen a lot of animal and made some good snapshots and now we were heading back to our safari jeep who would bring us back to our luxorious lodge.
"What a wonderful trip. I'm so glad that we decided to continue our holidays after the robbery"
"Yes, Such a robber has simply not the right to spoil our safari fun."
"Yeah, it's just amazing to be inmidst of all this wild animals. One feels so vulnerable and at the same time completely thrilled. Thanks God there is Joy to protect us in case of need"
While we continued we saw in some distance a large bull elephant. My wife immediately took an amazing snapshoot.
"Cheese. Well, he seems not to be in very good mood."
"Maybe he's some trouble with his wife. We should better keep distance"
Soon we were approaching to the place where we had parked our safari jeep who would us bring back to our lodge for a good breakfast
"Thank you so much for this wonderful trip, Joy. It was amazaing. Such a pity that we all have to get back today and tomorrow we alle will sit in our office again.
"Glad that you liked the trip, please come back to our lodge when ever you can."
"For sure we will do. It's still far to our jeep. After all I'm getting a little bit hungry"
"Yes, me too. Such a walking trip in the early morning makes hungry. Thanks God there is such a good brunch buffet waiting for us.
None of us took notice of the two guys who were lurking for us behind some trees. And we yet had no idea that the most thrilling and literally captivating part of our safari adventure was still to come...
Then, suddenly, we heard a sharp and menacing voice from behind:
"Freeze! No move. And now drop your gun, guide! Hands up, all of you!
Completely taken by surprise, our guide Joy dropped immediately her gun and raised up her hands. We four others did the same, all stiffy scared and trembling on our whole body.
My wife was the only one who dared to speak:
"Who...who are you? What do you want?"
"Shut up, tourist coo!. Just raise up your fucking hands and keep your mouth shut. And then move some steps forward!"
We did as we were told to do. With our hands raised up all four of us were completely scared and trembling on our whole body. Unarmed and menaced with her own gun, our tough female guide Joy had turned into a weak and frightened female and was begging for our life.
"Please don't shot. Just take what you want and let us go."
"Well, we'll see,coozie. Okay, let's frisk them thourougly, one after the other."
While one of the robbers had us at gun point, the other one started to fondle, grope and frisk us in the most humiliating manner. My helples wife was the first one to be pawed with greedy hands.
"Haha. You've some nice boobs, tourist coo, soft and tender, just the way I like it. But no fucking money at all. That's bad, very bad for you, coozie!"
"My God. How do you dare? Take your dirty paws of me: Let me go. Help. Darling. Please!
"Hahahah. Heard it, wussy boy. Your bossy. Lady is calling for her hero. You'd better keep your hands up, sissy. Otherwise...
"Please...let her go. Just take what you want and let us go. Please!
"Hahaha. You see, chicken, the problem is that you don't have what we want. No fucking cash money at all! Well, let's frisk the rest of you."
With me hand raised up and trembling with fear I just had no courage to defend my helpless wife against the humiliating fondling and frisking of our captors. Then it was my and Ginger's turn to be felt up and frisked by the two robbers who were quite sure that none of us would date to do the slightes resistance:
I felt his greedy and strong hands on my trembling body and raised my hands even highter, trembling with fear and my four pocket safari shirt was all soaked with cold sweat.
"Well Mr. Chickenheart, how do you like this. You've really some nice buttocks, isn't it. You'd made a perfect white slave, hahaha, and your horny wife would be forced to watch. Do you think she'd stand a real man, hahaha?
At the same time, poor Ginger was fondled and groped by the other guy.
"Oh my God. Help. Help. Let me go. Help. Ed please, please!
"Haha, Granny, struggle as much as you want. You've really some nice tits. Still in good shape, haha. Bad no fucking money at all. That's not good for you, you know."
Ed was the last one of us to be frisked.
"Oh fuck. None of this fucking colionalist tourist asholes has got sufficient cash money to pay for his life. Okay, let's have some fun with them and then we'll slaughter them, cut them into pieces and fed them to the hyenas. What do you think, chickens. Any objections, hahaha?"
"Oh my God, no please, no, we....we are wealthy. You, you can get a good ransom for us. Just don't kill us, please, for heavens sake, mercy"
"Haha, I was quite sure that we would come to an agreement. Okay, we will take two of you as hostages and the two others and the guide will go for the ransom. We will expect all three of you in three days somewhere on the banks of the Crocodile River. Get two backpacks full of dollars, euros and local money and no police at all. No funny business, got it?"
It was decided that Ginger and I should be the hostages while my wife, our guide Joy and Ed were herded to our safari jeep by the other kidnapper.
"Well, move chickens. We'll wait some time until my pal has brought the the other sissies to our hideout. We'll expect you in three days at the Croc-River. Only you three, with the money. Come along the river and I will show up in due time. Don't even think about calling the police if you want to see the sissy and the fat coo again.
"Okay, we will do exactly as you say, just don't do them any harm"
While my wife, our guide Joy and Ed were returning to our lodge to get the ransom, Ginger and I were now at the complete mercy of a fiendish and sadistic kidnapper who did not spare us his mocking and humiliating comments.
"Move chickens, move, haha, hope you're enjoying your little safari trip. Guess it's thrilling and captivatin enough, isn't it. And keep your hands up, want all two of you very, very submissive and obedient, nice feeling two hava a fucking fat tourist coo and a wussy tourist fruit at my complete mercy, ever dreamt to have some white slaves, hahah. Be sure, we'll have a lot of fun, hahaha.
There was nothing what Ginger or I could have replied to our sadistic captor, so we walked in silence, with our hands raised up and praying that despite his menacing comments our plaguer would have mercy on us and not would do us any harm up to the payment of our ransom...
After a while we were arriving at the place where our kidnappers had parked their jeep.
"There we are sissies, time to tie you up and make you ready for transport. But first, take your fucking scarves; knot it in the middle and stuff it into your mouthes. What are you waiting for, do it."
Ginger and I did what we were told to do. We knotted our silky safari scarves and stuffed it into our mouthes. Then even without being ordered to do so, we crossed our wrists behind our buttocks to prove our most complete surrender and submission.
"Hahaha. There I really got some fucking wussy lambkins. Believe, you fucking sissies will get what you deserve. I've some nice pieces of rope to truss you up and be sure, I'll make it tight. Well, ladies first, and you wussy boy, you'll be patient and wait your turn. Seems that you are not in mood to play the hero, isn't it, Bwana Sissy, hahaha?"
Then our captor knotted Ginger's scarf behind her gagg and started to tie her up. As he did it really tight she moaned in pain.
"UMMMMMMPH. MMMMMMH"
"Easy coozie, I told you that I would make it tight. Just stand it. Haha. Seems that Mr. Chickenheart is still not in mood to come to you rescue, fatty."
For me it was the most complete humiliation. While the guy was tying up Ginger I could have tried to attack him and fight him off, but I simply hadn't the courage, as I knew too well that I would be no match for such a determinated and muscular guy.So I prefered to be a wussy coward and waited my turn to be tight up and gagged and to join Ginger in tight and humiliating bondage.
Then it was me turn. I was gagged and several loops of rope were wounded around my wrists, my chest, belly and legs. Then our captor picked my up and put me on the load floor of the jeep.
"That's it sissy, now move behind, Fatty here is eager to keep you company."
Ginger was lifted on the carco area, too and we were lashed together with some more rope.
"Well my lambkins, guess you are ready for transport. Wish you a pleasant journey. Enjoy yourselves, hahaha."
Then, finally our captor left us behind and started the jeep. Even tightly gagged and tied up one very close to the other Ginger and I were relieved that the sadastic and taunting guy had let us alone and that we were no more exposed to his mocking comments and humiliations. For hours and hours the jeep drove through the savannah, we hadn't the slightes idea were we were and where we were going and our bondage was so tight that it was quite obvieous that we never would be able to free ourselves out off our tight bonds and the only thing we could do was to hope and pray that the ransom would be paid in time. But we were absolutely confident that my wife and Ed, too, would do everything to get the ransom and to release us out off our desperate bondage distress...
Our trust in my wife and Ed had not been in vain. Once they had returned to our lodge the had done everything possible to get the ransom and to do everything our kidnapper had required. The lodge owner had agreed to handle the matter as disreetly as possible and there was no police involved. Our guide Joy had agreed to accompany my wife and Ed unarmed on their ransom delivery trip. And so the third day after our abduction they were riding with a small motorboat along the bank of the Crocodile river and were waiting for a sign of the kidnappers.They were all three unarmed and completely innocent and they new that most possible they would be recaptured again with the ransom, but it seemed to be the only way to save Ginger's and my life.
"For heavens sake, I only hope that your husband and Ginger are still alive, Christina."
"I'm sure they are okay, Ed, let's just trust in the Lord. We have done everything they asked us to do. So I hope they will just take the money and let us go."
"But what if they just get the money and capture us again. We've no guarantee that they actually will free Ginger and George after they've got what they want.2
"Be confident, Ed, Joy said, "we've simply no other choice. Would be too much risky to involve the police. For sure the kidnappers are watching the river. If they spot any police men or game wardens Ginger and George will be goners. And their plan is quite clever. No police force could control the whole bank of the Crocodile river. We've no idea where they are lurking for us."
Little by little my wife, our guide Joy and Ed were approaching the kidnapper's hiding place somewhere at the bank of the Crocodile river where Ginger and I had been tightly tied up on a tree.
The first two days of our bondage ordeal we had spend tightly bound and gagged on the loading floor of the kidnappers safari jeep, without being even been freed to eat or drink something or to pee. During our long lasting bondage distress we had lost every mention of time, we only became aware that from time to time the jeep had been moved from one place to an other. Our safari blouse and shirt
was completely soaked with cold sweat and after after some desperate struggling we became quite aware that we never would be able to free ourselves out of our tied bonds.
The third day we were dragged out off the jeep and were herded to the hiding place near the river bank where we bound tightly on a tree with severol loops of rope. For a short while our gags were removed and soaked with water and then they were stuffed again into our mouthes.
Apparently our kidnappers where waiting for the arrival of the ransom. With the time they got impatient and bored and so the started to use us as ther completely help- and powerless playthings and had their ways with us. They startet to fondle, caress and molest us and against our will Ginger and I got aroused by the humiliating treatment.
"Haha, I knew it. Wussy Boy and Fatty are enjoying our little party, haha, knew that you would like it. Hahah."
"MMMMMMMPH. MMMMMMMGH."
Our captor continued to fondle, grope and caress us in an experienced and most humiliating manner, he knew how to arouse us against our very will and we moaned and whimperd desperately in a mixture of arousal, pain and humiliation:
"UMMMMMMPG. MMMMMMMMMGH."
"Hahah. See your horny sissies are enjoying your captivating safari adventure to the fullest. And I tell you, that's only an appetizer. The best ist still to come, haha. But now it's time to treat you the hard way"
Suddenly he stopped fondling and caressing us and he spit into our faces and then we were slapped several time in the faces:
"UMMMMMMMPG. MMMMMMMMG"
"Hahah. How do you like this. That's the way to treat fucking colonialist tourist sissies. And there is more to come. Hey Pal, give me your gun. Time to roast these two chickens here, hahah."
Our captor got the gun from the other guy and came back to us.
"Well sissis, time for a little show. I want you to beg and whine for your fucking live. Let's go."
Our tormentor got the gun and started to molest us with it.
"UMMMMMMP. MMMMMMMMMMMMG. MMMMMMMMH
"Haha. Not bad. But not enough. Give your best to save your fucking life. Come on, give us a good show. Hey, Pal, take her smart phone and make a clip. Might be the last memory of the two wussies here, haha.
Once more we were molested with the barrel of the loaded gun which.
"UMMMMMMP. MMMMMMMMMH.
Our torture continued for more than ten long minutes. We moaned and whimpered desperately and begged with imploring eyes for our lives.
"Hahah, Not so bad sisies, Good show. We'll let you rest for some time. Only hope that your husbands will come in time, haha. Then they will join the party...Hahah
Exhausted, Ginger and and I continued to stand bound and gagged against the tree. One of the guys was watching the river with our binoculars. After same endless time, our captor approached us again, now with a bushhawker in his hand.
"Well sissie, time for an other little fun. You know, the show mus go on, isn't it.
But then, the other guy had spotted my wife, Ed and Joy on the river.
"Hey Pal, seems the chickens are really coming. Stay with the two sissies. I'm going to give a heartly welcome to their pals, hahaha."
Soon, my wife,Joy and Ed had spotted one of the kidnappers on the shore and were preparing to go ashore.
"There he is. Let's go ashore. And raise up you're hands to show that we are unarmed."
A few moments later my wife, Joy and Ed came ashore, with their hands raised up to show their complete submission and surrender
"Hahah. Welcome, sissies. At least you've kept your word. But only hope for your there's no police around."
"Listen. We've done exactly as you've told us to do. Just take the money and free Ginger and my husband."
"Not so fast, Coozie. First we won't to be sure that the cops havn't traced you. And now move and kepp your hands raised up"
Still tightly gagged and tied up on a tree, Ginger and I war most relieved when we heard the kidnapper arriving with my wife, Joy and Ed.
"Haha, welcome back, Bwanas, where's the ransom?"
"In the backpacks, exactly as you told. Now release Ginger and my husband and let us go"
"Oh no, coozie, We are not that quick on the trigger, haha. We must be sure that no cops have traced you. So let's tie you up first and check everything. Put down your backpacks and move to that big tree there."
Soon my wife, Joy and Ed were tighly tied up, gagged and bound on a tree, too. Then our two kidnappers found the ransom in the backpacks a big amount of British pounds, Euros, US-Dollars and local currency. The two guy got completely crazy as they had never seen so much money in their whole life.
"HAHAH. Pal, we are RICH; RICH, RICH. These fucking tourist asholes have really kept word. WE ARE RICH...RICH."
"Okay, let's spit. Not need to waste a bullet with them. Guess the croc will take care of Fatty and her friends. Guess nobody will ever find them her. GOOD BYE, tourist asholes. Guess the end of your safari will be very thrilling, HAHAHA.
Our captors left us behind and probably made their escape with the jeep where Ginger and I had been hold prisoners for two days. We were relieved that they had gone without having done us any harm.We were all five in the most complete bondage, but alive and unharmed. And thanks God, Joy had put a tracking device into her boot so that some three hours after our kidnappers had gone, some game wardens had tracked und relieved us. We were most happy to have overcome alive and unharmed this thrilling safari bondage adventure, too and once again our once again, our encounter with Ed and Ginger had proved to be very very captivating. Even so, we promised each other to meet each other again in due time...
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